The full moon rose outside of Stiles' window. He wondered what all his werewolf friends were up to, probably something fun that he was missing out on.

"I'm going to bed now Stiles!" Sherif Stillinski called from down the hall.

"Okay dad."

Stiles rolled over in his bed to face the wall. He couldn't go out late with his dad being the Sherif and all, plus he had school tomorrow. And with all the werewolf craziness his grades weren't up to scratch. The scraping of his window opening pulled him out of his thoughts. Slowly reaching for the baseball bat under his pillow, he grasped the end of it, spun out of bed and raised the bat over his head at the intruder. Causing a high pitched sound from the figure entering.

"Did you just scream?" Stiles was taken aback, realising that Scott was half way through the window, now shielding his head.

"Well yeah, you were about to hit me with a bat!"

"Scott, you're a freaking werewolf." By this time Scott has fully climbed through the window and was shutting it behind him. "What are you doing here anyways?"

"I went to see Alison, but her dad caught me and was threatening to shoot me, so I'm kind of hiding." He rubbed the back of his neck nervously while laughing. "But Derek says there's a new alpha in town anyways, so he told us to be careful."

"Okaaaay." Yawning, Stiles returned to his bed. Sliding the baseball bat under his pillow once more. "You can stay the night if you want to."

Scott pulled the spare mattress out from under Stiles bed. Grabbing a spare blanket and pillow, he was snoring within minutes.

"Dude, when did you leave this morning?" Stiles asked Scott, whilst rubbing his eyes.

"I went home before my mum went to work. Plus I had to get changed."

"Mhm."

They had just arrived in the school parking lot. Allison had just arrived and made her way over to plant a kiss on Scott's mouth. Soon they were in a heated make out session, leaving Stiles awkwardly third wheeling. Lydia and Jackson arrived next. Jackson now being the newest member of the pack, it was like Lydia was stuck to him like glue, so there was no chance in hell that Stiles would ever even remotely have a chance with her. I mean have you seen the Jackson?! And now that he's a super strong, fast and athletic supernatural creature that can wolf out at any given time?! Yeah not really any chance there. Derek's Camero was the next to arrive, with Isaac, Boyd and Erica all exiting, along with Derek of course. They all strode over to the group, Erica and Boyd hand in hand, Isaac adjusting his scarf and Derek sporting a frown, surprisingly.

"So as you all know, there is a new alpha werewolf in town." Derek spoke unamused.

"Yeah thanks for telling me." Stiles mumbled, yet overheard by all superhearing. Receiving a stern glance from Derek.

"As I was saying, before I was interrupted," Derek shot a look at Stiles. "The alpha has done his research and is trying to break us one by one, starting with the weakest. Since the Banshee.."

"Can look after herself.." Lydia cut in.

Derek went on. "Our so called 'weakest link' is Stiles."

Stiles flung his arms in the air. "Oh come on. Just because I'm bloody human!"

"So," Derek rolled his eyes and shook his head. "We have to go on shifts to look out for him." Stiles tried to put up a fight, saying he could look after himself, but no one was listening. "You guys have to stay with him at all times in school, the bathrooms, lockers, no exceptions. Then I'll start tonight by sleeping in his room and then we'll work out tomorrow who will be doing the next nights." With that he glared at each person around the circle, receiving nods of understanding, then crossed his arms and walked to his car and drove off.

By the end of the day. Stiles was so sick of the whole pack. Lydia, Allison and Erica clung to his arm in between classes, out at lunchtime and Scott and the others came with him to the bathrooms and everywhere in between. In classes he could feel their eyes in the back of his head. When the last period ended, Stiles ran out the classroom to the lockeroom, hearing Scott yelling after him. Stiles ran in and slammed the door behind him, leaning against it. Finally he could be alone. A deep growl echoed around the room as a huge figure with glowing red eyes rose in front of him.

"Aw come on! Are you kidding me!" Stiles was cornered as the alpha galloped toward him. "Can I not just get a break around here!" Stiles tried to run to the left before the creature reached him, but felt as strong claws wrapped around his torso and flung him across the room. Stiles hit a locker with a loud crash, feeling his shoulder and ribs ache as gravity pulled him to the ground once more. Stiles crawled as best he could towards another set of lockers, but was caught up to easily. The alpha pushed him against a locker, digging its claws into the top of Stiles chest and began dragging them down his torso and side. Stiles yelled and grasped above him, searching for anything the use as a weapon. His fingers wrapped around the end of a lacrosse stick. He pulled it down and swung it toward the alpha connecting with its head. He began thrashing it wildly at the alpha until he was released from its tight grip. He then stood and ran painfully toward the door, but was greeted by the lacrosse stick being thrown to the back of his head, causing him to lose balance and fall. He scrambled to the wall where he sat with his back and head against it. His surroundings spun, decorated with black splotches from his head ache. He knew he had a concussion and was losing blood from the slashes in his side.

Breathing heavily, "You're not doing a very good job of killing me." He retorted.

The alpha laugh boomed across the room, "I can see why Derek Hale likes you, you put up a good fight for a human," he strode toward Stiles. "But really Stiles," he spoke his name bitterly. "I'm only playing.."

The door flew open to the right of Stiles as Scott, Isaac, Allison, Jackson and Lydia entered. They were breathing heavy, probably had been running around looking for him.

"Oh hey guys," Stiles used the last of his energy to make a sarcastic joke. "Nice of you to join the party." Nobody looked amused as they caught sight of the alpha looming in the lockeroom. Within seconds Scott, Isaac and Jackson had turned to werewolves and were glaring dangerously at the alpha.

"Well, well, well. Look who finally showed up. The whole pack minus their brave alpha." He chuckled at his own joke, but the werewolves bared their teeth and growled. "Now boys, play nicely, I just wanted to send a message to Derek; there's a new alpha in town, and Derek better watch out."

The world spun a 360 around Stiles and it all went black...