Yes I have finally done the first part of season 3. Yeah, it's about time, I know.

Now I don't really like chapter 5 or 8 because those episodes are a little sketchy to redo in my opinion but I tried my best.

I also apologise for all those mistakes in the last book, season 2, why didn't anyone tell me? That was just ridiculously terrible. Now in the last two chapters I have not specified Point Of Views and there's a reason for that, but if it's confusing let me know anyway. Also, I feel this story's not as personalised as the other one and definitely not as much as the first one, so let me know if you agree or not…

Now I haven't started Season 3B yet, not sure when I will as Uni begins on the 23rd and I will definitely not have the entire season done by then… as much as I'd like to.

Anyway, enough rambling.


Chapter 1:

Four months.

That's how long it's been. Unlike last time when everything seemed over, where we didn't even get a day's break, things have actually been normal for four months. Kinda.

Jackson is gone however, went to Europe. Lydia, she's in on everything and accepts it. She didn't take Jackson's leaving too bad.

Allison's been gone for four months. She and her dad left for France to a while, have a break away from the wildness that is Beacon Hills.

Scott's been working and studying his ass off. Finally has his intellect back. He went to summer school and earned enough for a motorbike… dirt bike really.

Stiles is… Stiles.

Mom is in on everything too, accepts it all and isn't all that surprised by certain things. Though she worries when ever the full moon comes around despite the fact that Scott has full control. We've explained it to her but she still is a little edgy over it all.

Derek, Isaac, Peter and I have been looking for Erica and Boyd. They went missing around the time the symbol appeared on Derek's door. The alpha pack has them, we just have no idea where.

Me. I'd spent time, almost endless time, working with Deaton. We'd been practicing what ever we could. My freezing ability; some form of levitation. My ghost periods, controllable.

I think the most surprising thing was all those people in the train cart that I saw, the school, the hospital. They're ghosts.

Okay not all that surprising but the fact that not all of them are all zombie like and I've had a conversation with a few, is.

Despite all this, we still have no idea what I am. Stiles suggested witch several times, but Deaton turned and said witches don't see ghosts or the future. So, though Stiles is still on the 'witch train', Scott and I weren't and I'd spent other time searching for answers.

I feel like I haven't had a normal break after all. I spend my time with Deaton practicing and with Derek werewolf searching. Though I have spent a little bit with Scott and Stiles but it's not normal things we get up to.

And then, every now and then, I got a trip in with Lydia. We've talked with Allison over the phone too. And no matter what, Scott was only mentioned if Allison brought it up. The same with Lydia and Jackson. No one even bothered to talk about Derek unless playing around. Personally, I enjoyed it, but we weren't a thing, so there wasn't much to talk about. Except 'has he asked you out yet?' type conversations.

And then after all that twisted fun, my twin decides to get a tattoo. So that's were we were, Scott, Stiles and I, at the tattoo parlour.

"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture." the Tattoo artist said sarcastically, he was holding a piece of paper with two bold lines on it.

"Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles asked with a grin he was holding a book, showing a picture of a kanima.

"Too soon?" he asked when Scott sighed and he and I gave him a look.

"Really?" I asked annoyed

"Yeah." he muttered "I don't know, man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?" Stiles said looking through a book of tattoos.

"I'm not changing my mind." Scott said with a smile

"Not seeing as you've been on about getting one for, like, ever." I muttered.

"You wanted one too." Scott said. I shrugged

"Why aren't you doing it then?" Stiles asked me

"Not in the mood." I said

"Okay, but why two bands?" Stiles wondered

"I just like it." Scott shrugged

"Yeah, don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?" Stiles wondered

"Getting a tattoo means something." Scott shrugged

"I don't think that's—" Stiles was cut off by the artist

"He's right, tattooing goes back thousands of years. The tahitian word "tatua" means "to leave a mark." Like a rite of passage." he explained

"Yeah, you see? He gets it." Scott said. Stiles and I shared a look.

"He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally." Stiles reminded him

"Okay, you ready?" The tattoo artist asked, Scott took a deep breath and nodded "You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?" he wondered

"Nope." Scott assured him

"It'll probably heal to fast for him to feel anything." Speaking of which, I wonder if this will even work… Then again Derek's got a tattoo, so maybe it will.

"I tend to get a little squeamish though, so—" Stiles leaned forwards to take a look as the tattoo artist began to stab the ink into Scott's arm.

"Oh, man." Scott muttered as Stiles fell to the ground with a crash, fainting upon the sight.

"Oh god." I rolled my eyes at Stiles.

So while Stiles laid on the floor, I looked over all the different designs while my brother got his skin stabbed.

"Alice, will you wake him up?" Scott said to Stiles. I looked down at the boy and raised an eyebrow. Scott looked at me slightly annoyed.

I sighed.

I grabbed a bottle of water and bent over the boy. I poured the water contents over Stiles' head.

He gasped as he sat up and then he looked at me annoyed.

"What was that for?" he questioned

"Why do you think?" I asked obviously. He put his hand to his head and squinted. "Ice?" I wondered. He nodded. I turned to the tattoo artist.

"You got any ice?"

"In that box." he pointed.

I grabbed a bag and put the ice into it before chucking it to Stiles.

He closed his eyes and squinted a lot while we watched Scott. And then when the tattoo was finished, he bandaged it up, we paid and got in the jeep.

"You okay?" Stiles asked when we got into the car.

"Kinda burns." Scott confessed

"Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times with a needle." Stiles reminded him as he held the icepack to his head

"Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this." Scott muttered looking at his arm, he suddenly sucked in through his teeth and gasped "Oh, god. No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this. Oh, I gotta take this thing off." Scott said as he reached for the bandage.

"No, no, no, no, Scott." Stiles worried "Oh, Scott, please stop." Stiles covered his eyes "Whoa, whoa." Scott pulled the bandage off, the tattoo was there, surrounded by red skin and we watched as it suddenly began to fade.

"Oh, no, what? No, no, come on." Scott complained and suddenly the two black bands were gone. "It healed."

"Ah, thank God." Stiles breathed "I hated it." Stiles confessed, Scott and I looked at him

"Sorry." he muttered realising what he said.

"Well aren't you supportive." I rolled my eyes

"I'm annoyed you didn't get one." Scott said to me "We made a pact remember."

"Good thing I didn't, what a waste of money." I pointed at his arm. He groaned again.

"You two made a pact to get a tattoo?" Stiles asked

"Yeah?" I said confused by his question.

"You two are weird." he muttered

"No more then you." I grumbled

"Well what were you going to get?" Stiles asked

"Dunno." I thought "Maybe some symbol." I muttered "Hey, if we ever find out what I am and they have some symbol for their meaning maybe I'll get that." I shrugged with a grin.

"Wonder if Allison will do the same? Then again her family symbol is a little weird." I muttered.

Stiles looked at me for bringing up the topic and sighed as Scott didn't say anything.

"Speaking of which," Stiles glanced at him "You talk to her?" Stiles asked Scott

"Nah, we agreed to give each other the summer, no texts, no calls." Scott confessed as Stiles stopped at a set of traffic lights.

"So then how do you know she won't be back at school then?" Stiles wondered, his gaze was suddenly taken to something else past Scott.

In the car next to us was Lydia, and Allison.

"After everything that happened, I'm not sure she's coming back at all." Scott thought. Stiles and I shared a look.

"I think she is." Stiles nodded "I'd say pretty definite, you know." Scott looked at him confused "Like one hundred percent." Scott looked like he wanted to ask when Stiles nodded his head out Scott's window.

Scott followed the indication and saw Allison in the next car laughing.

It didn't take them long to notice us and Allison and Scott immediately looked away from one another.

"Oh, my god. Oh," Scott slumped a little. Allison did the same.

Lydia looked over at us and Stiles and I waved.

"Can we just drive please, Stiles?" Scott asked

"Scott, it's a red light." Stiles reminded him, pointing at the red light

"Will you go? Just go!"

"I think we should talk to her, I just think we should say something." he decided

"No." Scott disagreed.

"Stiles, no." I simply "Look, he doesn't want to look at her and she's…" I looked at Allison as she hid her face. "Don't force it dude." I said with a sigh.

"No, no, Stiles, come on." Scott disagreed as Stiles leaned across Scott and wound down the window.

"Oh, my God, dude, no." Scott complained

"Hey!" Stiles began, Lydia put her foot on the pedal and drove off, despite the red light.

Stiles stared at the window as Scott and I watched the car.

"You know, they probably didn't see us." Stiles shrugged.

"Oh totally." I nodded sarcastically.

He began to drive as the light changed and we followed Lydia's car down the road.

"What are you doing?" Scott questioned

"I'm driving." Stiles answered

"We're right behind them." Scott said

"Okay, well, do you see any turns?" Stiles asked

"I don't want it to look like we're following them." Scott said worried

"We're not…" I said simply, this was beyond paranoid.

"Well, what do you want me to do?" Stiles questioned

"I don't know, anything." Scott admitted. Stiles slammed his foot on the break.

The car skidded to a halt.

"Oh god, Stiles! Dangerous driving!" I accused. He gave Scott a pointed look and I sighed.

The sound of hooves on asphalt reached my ears. And then I saw a deer smash into Lydia's car.

I look up at Lydia's car, noticing they'd stopped driving and were sitting a few meters ahead of us.

"What did you see?" Stiles asked me as he and Scott looked at me.

"That." I pointed as a figure running towards Lydia's car.

It was a deer.

The deer approached the car and didn't stop. The deer to smash right through Lydia's front windshield. Stiles, Scott and I were out of the car as the girls screamed. We were with the two girls instantly.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked running up to Allison as Lydia ran to Stiles.

"It came out of nowhere." Lydia confessed

"Are you hurt?" Stiles asked

"It ran right into us." Lydia muttered, I walked around to the front of the car. The entire neck of the deer had smashed into the window.

"Are you okay?" Scott asked

"I'm okay." Allison said, there was silence for a minute.

"Well, I'm not okay. I am totally freaking out." Lydia confessed "How the hell does it just run into us?"

Scott walked around to stand next to me.

"It literally ran into your car." I muttered

"I saw its eyes right before it hit us. It was like it— it was like it was crazy." Lydia confessed

"No, it was scared." Scott realised

"Scared out of it's mind." I nodded. Scott felt it's fur

"Actually… terrified."

We turned and looked up the road. There was nothing there.

I looked around to see the hospital.

Isaac was suddenly rolled in through the door, bandaged up and in a stretcher.

"Hey, wait. Wait a minute. I know this one. What happened, Isaac?" My mom asked walking with the moving bed.

"The girl, all right, she's worse, okay?" Isaac said seriously. I walked over and walked along side of them looking over Isaac. There was another stretcher coming in behind them with a girl.

"Are you not healing?" Melissa wondered

"I will." Isaac said seriously "Will you just— would you just help her, please?" Isaac stuttered

"Okay, can you take him?" Melissa asked

"We gotta move him, Melissa." the EMT informed

"All right, take him." Mom nodded and ran to the other bed holding the girl.

I watched after Isaac and then turned to the other girl. I'd never seen her before.

"Hey." she said "Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey." Melissa called her attention

"Find him. I have to find him." Braeden sighed

"What are you saying?" Melissa asked

"I have to— I have to tell him." Braeden muttered

"Who?" Melissa wondered

"The Alpha. Find the Alpha." Braeden confessed breathing

"What do you want with Derek Hale?" Melissa asked

"No." Braeden shook her head

"What?" Melissa questioned confused

"Okay, let's get her out of here." the bed was rolled away from Melissa

"Not Hale. McCall. Scott McCall." Braeden muttered.

My eyes widened and I blinked, I was sitting in the back of Stiles' car as he drove us home.

What had happened to Isaac?


My alarm beeped and I got into the shower. I pulled on my clothes and got ready for our first day of junior year. I could hear Scott doing what ever it was next door.

After last night I'd gone to visit Derek, nothing. I'd called him, nothing. I'd even gone as far as to contact Peter. Nothing.

Glad to know I was being ignored.

I walked around to Scott's door to see him holding his arm where the tattoo had been.

"Ephemeral." he muttered

"Hey, there's gotta be a way to get it back so will you stop sulking and get dressed." I rolled my eyes. He looked at me and then down at his singlet and track pants.

We took Scott's motorbike to school and parked next to two identical, slick, black, motor cycles.

"Check those." I pointed to them, tapping Scott's shoulder. We admired them for a minute before Stiles come up to us.

"Come on." he insisted and we followed him into the building.

"So, about my tattoo," Scott began

"Derek." I said simply, he looked at me.

"How'd you know that?" he asked

"I'm psychic." I said simply with a grin.

"What about Derek?" Stiles asked

"He might be able to help." Scott said

"You wanna ask Derek for help? What, why?" Stiles questioned

"He's got the triskele tattooed on his back." Scott reminded him "So there has to be a way to do it without healing, right?"

"Can't be easy." I muttered

"Okay, yeah, but still, doesn't he have his hands a little full?" Stiles asked as we passed a board, there were missing photos of Erica and Boyd on it.

"Look, these are the applications for the career advisor." We stopped and looked into the principles office, he was talking with someone else.

Because of his 'incident' Gerard was no longer principle and the previous principle had been reinstated.

"I need them sorted." he ordered "And whatever happened to the library while I was gone, I want it cleared up." he reached down and picked up a sword "And what the hell is this?" the three of us walked away quickly.

I stopped as I spotted Allison and Lydia by Allison's locker.

"Good morning ladies." I smiled, ditching the boys as they walked down another corridor

"Morning sunshine." Lydia smiled back at me as I kissed her cheek.

"How you two doing after yesterday?"

"Better now." Lydia admitted "I got a pick me up last night." she smiled. I rolled my eyes, I knew exactly what Lydia's pick me up was.

"You sure you're good for a first day again?" I smiled to Allison as Lydia watched all the boys walking through the corridor.

"I'm fine." she nodded

"Freshmen," Lydia sighed googling them, ignoring Allison and my exchange. We turned to her "Lots and lots of fresh men." Allison looked at them and then at Lydia

"You mean Fresh boys. Lydia they're fourteen." she chuckled nervously.

"This is Lydia we're talking about Allison." I said crossing my arms as Lydia waved the fact away.

"Eh, some are more mature then others." she shrugged

"You know, it's okay to be single." Allison assured her "Focus on yourself for a little while. Work on becoming a better person." Lydia and I shared a look as she thought before smiling.

"Allison," I said as Lydia sighed

"We love you." we chorused, me placing my hand on her shoulder.

"So if you need to do that thing were we talk about me and pretend that we're not actually talking about you. It's totally fine." Lydia smiled and Allison couldn't keep the smile off her lips either as I winked at her.

"But," Lydia continued "I don't want a boyfriend." she put her hand on the lockers and looked back around the corridor. "I want… what Alice has." I raised an eyebrow in question "A distraction," I rolled my eyes as she licked her lips

"Derek doesn't count as a distraction, he doesn't keep me from thinking about all the crazy supernatural shit." I confessed, he was way too muscular to even think of allowing that. Lydia however wasn't listening as something caught her eyes.

Walking down the corridor towards us where two boys. Each wore a leather jacket, each had leather gloves and each carried a slick black motor cycle helmet, reminding me of the two engines outside.

The two boys where identical.

"I think you found it." I said, alerting Allison to Lydia's stare. She had her head cocked to the side and her tongue tracing her upper lip as she gapped.

"Brothers?" Allison asked

"Twins." Lydia smiled

"Oh Lydia," I said to her and she sent me her signature smirk. I rolled my eyes with a smile

"Just cause you've got a werewolf." she shrugged, I stared after the two twins. There was something about them…

I shrugged.

"Not all of us are lucky." I replied before turning to walk to class.

We walked into the classroom and sat down at the tables. Stiles sat next to Scott. Lydia was on the other side of Stiles, I sat in front of Stiles and Allison stood their awkwardly, the last seat was in front of Scott. The two looked around awkwardly. Lydia and I shared a look and sighed.

"Is anyone…" she asked

"No. No, no, no. All you. All yours." Scott stuttered "Ah, it's totally vacant." Allison smiled as she sat down.

Stiles gave Scott a thumbs up,

Everyone stopped talking as all the phones in the class began to ring, opening my own phone, I saw it was a quote.

"The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds and the tranquil waterway, leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky, seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness." This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone." the new english teacher, Ms Blake, said as a class starter.

My eyebrows furrowed as I looked at her, something itched at the back of my mind.

Everyone began to switch their phones off and place them down. I watched Ms Blake for a little longer before I felt a nudge on my back. I turned to see Stiles looking at me. I shook my head switched my phone off and turned my attention back to the new teacher.

Ms Blake got straight to writing on the board and we were all told to write notes. The room was in silence before it was broken by an attendant walking into the room, he talked to Ms Blake before quickly leaving.

"Mr. McCall?" Ms Blake called "Ms McCall," Scott and I looked at one another before she called us to follow her. Scott gave me a look and I picked up my bag, grabbed my stuff and left, indicating for him to follow me.

Ms Blake stopped us outside the door, well she stopped Scott.

"Uh, I'm sure it's an emergency if your mother needs you to leave school, but I'm gonna give you a warning, in the nicest possible way. I am well aware of your attendance record. I don't wanna see you slip back into old habits." Ms Blake said

"I won't. It's gonna be different this year." Scott promised

"Resolutions are only good if you stick with them, Scott." Ms Blake shook her head

"He will." I nodded. Mom would kill me if I let it happen. Scott looked at me and nodded before turning back to Ms Blake.

"I will. I promise it won't be ephemeral." Scott smiled. I smirked and rolled my eyes before we moved down the hallway.

We got onto his bike and the two of us headed for the hospital. When we walked through the doors our mother found us, she was standing in the lobby waiting.

"What's wrong?" I asked

"Isaac came in last night after a motorcycle accident, only, he had several claw marks and wounds bad enough for surgery." Mom explained

"Did you reach Derek?" I asked. She shook her head. I sighed.

"Why didn't you tell me before?" Scott asked

"Maybe she forgot…" I muttered. Scott placed his hand on my arm and I shrugged innocently, he gave me an annoyed look for not telling him.

"Honestly, I was hoping I didn't have to." Melissa confessed ignoring our little silent communication.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked

"Everything that you've been doing, the extra reading, the summer school, saving up for the bike, even though it scares me half to death — honey, I just didn't wanna disrupt a good rhythm." Melissa admitted

"It's not gonna stop." Scott said, stopping "I-I'm gonna be better this year. A better student, a better son, a better friend, a better everything. I promise." he said seriously.

"Okay." Mom nodded "He's in room 215 if he isn't already in surgery."

"Thank you." Scott said, he and I each kissed our mother's cheeks and walked down the hall towards the elevator.

"You saw it?" he asked

"Just after the deer crash. I couldn't reach Derek."

"And you didn't tell me?" he asked

"I was a little distracted." I muttered "Among other things…"

"Other things?" he asked as we entered the lift. He hit the button for the second floor "What other things?" he half demanded as the doors began to shut.

I opened my mouth to answer when the doors were stopped however by a stick. Scott and I looked at it before my twin reopened the doors, looking at the person. The blind man walked into the lift.

"Would you hit the button for the second floor, please?" he asked. Scott raised his finger to press the button before realising it was the one he'd already hit.

I nodded my head.

"Yeah." he said, pressing the button, making the ding noise.

"Thanks." the man said when he heard the sound.

The lift came to the second floor and the doors opened. I walked out and Scott went to follow before the blind man spoke.

"You wouldn't mind helping me out for a second, would you?" he asked

"Um— sure." Scott looked out the lift as the man placed his hand on Scott's shoulder, letting Scott lead him.

I waited before Scott bowed his head.

When the man left us we walked towards Isaac's room.

It was empty.

Scott and I shared a look.

"Do you know where the surgery room is?" he asked

"I'm sure I could find it." I nodded. We turned and I followed Scott as my consciousness drifted in and out of my body, I searched a few floors.

"I think he's on this floor still." I confessed

"This floor's huge." Scott reminded me

"Well sorry." I snapped. He sighed

We turned the corner in time to see a man wheeling a boy around in a wheel chair. With a closer look I realised the boy was Isaac. The man wheeled Isaac into the elevator as we watched.

He stopped and turned to us. I realised immediately what he was.

Scott and him had a slight stare off and he noticed it too. The werewolf pressed the button as he looked at us.

He grinned.

Scott deployed his claws and growled at the man. The man showed his claws, inviting the fight. Scott ran at the elevator as the doors shut and they suddenly stopped. Scott hit the back wall as I walked towards the lift. The werewolf turned to him and his face changed, his ears pointed and his eyes turned red. Scott look up, his ears pointed, claws out and eyes yellow.

They roared at each other before the stranger grabbed Scott's collar and smashed him into the wall.

I grabbed the man's neck as the doors shut behind me and the elevator began to move. I smashed the alpha's head into my knee and he swung his claws. His hand froze and I turned and punched his face.

He growled at me as the cut on my fist from his teeth healed and Scott jumped onto his back, causing the werewolf to reach around and pull Scott off him, slamming him into the floor again. The elevator rocked as it moved and I saw Isaac's wheel chair rolling around.

The alpha swung his claws at me and I ducked before turning and smashing my foot into his chest, sending him into the wall.

Scott stood up next to me and growled at the alpha who grabbed his shirt and threw him at the roof, the light cases broke and Scott hit the ground again. Scott was right back on his feet before the alpha had his throat.

"Don't you realise what you're dealing with? I'm an Alpha." he growled at him.

The elevator suddenly began to drop fast as my eyes changed and the alpha lost his balance from the sudden apparent loss of gravity. He dropped Scott as I slowed the elevator before the doors opened and Derek appeared. He stabbed the alpha in the back and I grinned

"So am I." Derek reminded him. He threw the guy across the hallway and he skidded on the floor. Derek turned to us as Scott sat up in the elevator with a sigh.

"Aren't you two supposed to be in school?" he asked smugly

"Aren't you supposed to answer your phone." I snapped.

He gave me a look as the alpha stood back up. He growled at us and ran but I raised my hand. He stopped before he went flying into the wall — several meters away — and slumped to the ground.

"There is a reason you own a phone and when I call I do expect you to answer it." I continued. He sighed, kissed my cheek and turned to grab Isaac.

"That doesn't let you off the hook Derek." I said seriously as I held my hand out to Scott and helped him to his feet. Derek took Isaac and left the lift.

"Idiot." I muttered before Scott and I followed him.

Scott jumped onto his bike and I sat in the back of Derek's car with Isaac.

"When did he get there?" Derek asked

"Last night. I saw them get wheeled into the hospital but that was it. I'm guessing the alpha's attacked him cause he saw something." I muttered

"Them?" Derek asked.

I nodded.

We reached the broken down Hale house — Derek didn't live here anymore and neither dis he live in the abandoned train reck — and Derek kicked open his front door. He carried Isaac into the living room, placing him on the table.

Scott got off of his bike and followed us into the burnt house as his phone rang. It was Stiles.

"We got a serious problem at school." Stiles confessed "Ms. Blake's class—" Stiles began

"Hey, can you tell me about it later?" Scott asked interrupting him

"Well, no, pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion." Stiles said

"All right, then meet me at Derek's." Scott sighed

"Derek's house, what? What the hell are you doing at—" Stiles asked

"Just meet us here, okay?" Scott cut him off before hanging up. He looked at Derek as he fiddled through some things and I looked over Isaac, he was out cold, his wound was healed and he was breathing evenly, which was a good sign.

"You don't still live here, do you?" Scott asked as Derek crouched on the floor

"No. The county took it over, but there's something here that I need." he moved planks of broken floorboards "It'll help heal a wound from an Alpha." Derek confessed

"Yeah, but it did heal." Scott said, pointing to Isaac

"Not on the inside." Derek confessed looking at Isaac. Scott looked at me and I looked back at Derek, watching him.

"Hey, are you gonna tell me who that was back there? That Alpha." Scott finally asked

"A rival pack." Derek sighed "It's my problem." Derek said, not answering the question. He glanced at me and Scott followed his gaze.

"I know you wanna help, and you did. I owe you one. Now go home. Go back to being a teenager." Derek said as he walked back over to Isaac and I.

Scott looked at me.

"I'll meet you there." I muttered as Derek gave me some of the flower in his hand and I helped him.

Scott suddenly stopped and his hand went to his arm.

"Uh, hey, Derek. If you wanna repay back that favour now, there is something you can do for me." Scott confessed, Derek looked at him for a minute.

"He got a tattoo." I said simply "And naturally it healed." Scott sighed as Derek looked at him.

We heard a car engine and paused as Stiles walked into the room.

"Can you help me make it permanent?" Scott asked

"What's going on?" Stiles asked

"Tattoo." I said simply and he nodded.

"What happened at the school?"

"Bird suiciding themselves into our classroom." Stiles sighed. I raised an eyebrow and he nodded.

"How'd I miss that." I muttered and he shrugged.

"Hey Alice, will you go grab me a blow torch?" Derek asked

"Sure." I said slightly confused before leaving the room. When I came back, Scott and Derek were sitting down, Derek was holding Scott's arm and looked at where the tattoo had been, his eyes turning red.

"Yeah, I see it. It's two bands, right?" Derek asked, drawing it on Scott's arm. Scott nodded as I handed Derek the blow torch.

"What does it mean?" he wondered

"I don't know. It's just something I traced with my fingers." Scott made two circles, one within the other, in the dirt.

"Why is this so important to you?" Derek wondered

"Do you know what the word "tattoo" means?" Scott asked

"To mark something." Stiles remembered the tattoo artist telling us. He smirked feeling proud.

"Well, that's in tahitian. In samoan, it means "open wound."" Stiles looked Scott impressed "I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18. We both did actually." he pointed to me and Derek looked impressed. I winked at him. "I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of a reward." Scott confessed

"For what?" Derek wondered

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer." Scott confessed "Even when I really wanted to, even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants." Derek nodded as Scott sighed "Goin' four months later, it still hurts. It still feels like a — Um—"

"Like an open wound." Stiles realised

"Yeah." Scott nodded, Derek nodded

"The pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt." he confessed

"Ah, that's great." Stiles muttered

"Do it." Scott nodded, Derek looked down and lit a flame on the blow torch.

"Oh, wow." Stiles muttered, eyeing the fire. "That's a— that's a lot for me. So I'm gonna take that as my cue. I'll— I'm just gonna wait outside." Stiles started walking before Derek grabbed his shirt as I placed my hands on Scott's shoulders.

"Nope." he stopped him "You can help hold him down." he decided. Stiles looked at me and I raised my eyebrows. He couldn't get out of this one.

Stiles stood next to me and placed his hands on Scott's shoulders also and I gave him a reassuring look.

"Oh, my god." Stiles muttered. Derek put the flame to Scott's skin and burned it away.

Scott began to scream and shout, as he began to struggle. Stiles and I pushed down on him, holding him still.

"Hold him." Derek ordered. We pushed down on Scott's shoulders harder to prevent him from moving too much.

Scott screamed and his screams turned into a roar as his eyes changed colour, his fangs grew and he shouted to the sky.

At some point, he passed out.

"God, there seems like there should be and easier way to do that." I muttered when Derek finally out the blow torch down.

"We tried other ways." Derek admitted

"Like what?" Stiles questioned. Derek gave him a look.

"I think that's the you don't want to know look." I told Stiles. he grimaced and moved away from Scott.

We watched as Scott's arm healed again, but this time the tattoo remained.

"Still want to get one?" Derek asked

"Eventually." I nodded.

Scott woke back up with a gasp and the first thing he did was look at his arm.

"It worked." he realised with a smile as he looked at Derek, Stiles and I.

"Good cause I wasn't going through that again." I muttered. He'd practically screamed enough for the two of us.

"Well, it looks pretty damn permanent now." Stiles confessed as Scott rolled down his sleeve

"Yeah. I kind of needed something permanent. Everything that's happened to us, everything just changes so fast. Everything's so, uh— Ephemeral." Scott admitted, I raised an eyebrow.

"Studying for the PSATs?" Stiles asked

"Yep."

"Nice." Stiles nodded. I smirked as Scott opened the door. He stopped however as he was about to walk out. The outside of the door was painted, freshly painted, the other side however, was not. Scott ran his hand over the paint.

"You painted the door." Scott realised

Derek and I shared a look

"Why'd you paint the door?" he questioned, Derek looked up at us

"Go home, Scott." Derek said.

"And why only one side?" Scott wondered,

"Come on." I placed my hands on Scott's shoulders to move him but Scott's claws grew and he suddenly began to scratch at the paint with them.

"Scott." Derek walked towards us as Scott scratched off the paint in one area, the middle of the door. As he did you could see the symbol underneath.

Derek and I shared a look and I sighed. Stiles backed away as the red paint flecks flew everywhere.

Derek closed his eyes.

When he was done, the symbol was exposed, the exact same as four months ago when it appeared.

"The birds at school and the deer last night just like the night I got trampled by the deer… when I got bit by the Alpha." Scott made the connection "How many are there?" he asked

"A pack of 'em." Derek confessed with a sigh "An Alpha pack."

"All of them? How does that even work?" Stiles asked

"I hear there's some kind of a leader." Derek confessed "He's called Deucalion."

"We know they have Boyd and Erica. Peter, Isaac…" he looked at me "Alice and I have been looking for him for the last four months." Derek admitted

The two boys looked at me.

"They appeared about the time Gerard was dealt with." I admitted.

"Let's say you find them. How do you deal with an Alpha pack?" Scott wondered

"With all the help I can get." Derek confessed

"Where is she?" We turned around to see Isaac awake and sitting on the table "Where's the girl?" he asked, Derek looked from me to Scott then back at Isaac

"What girl?" He questioned

"The one who saved you…" I muttered, my eyes changed. "She's at the school…"

"What?" Derek asked

"Deucalion's with her…"

"Because I know something. I know you're afraid of him." she confessed as her cheek bled and she panted, Deucalion kneeling in front of her.

"Of a teenage boy?" Deucalion questioned, disagreeing

"Of the man he'll become."

"I'm aware of a certain potential threat." Deucalion admitted "But then someone once taught me a very smart way to eliminate threat — get someone else to do it for you."

Deucalion was the blind man from the hospital.

"Derek." she muttered. Deucalion smiled and raised his claws.

I clamped my eyes shut and a hand was on my arm.

"Did he kill her?" Scott asked

"I think so." I muttered and opened my eyes.