Hey, everyone hope it hasn't been too much a wait for season 2! Yeah, I decided to give you guys the first chapter of the new season. Kinda hurt me making y'all wait. Honestly, I had so many things I wanted to add in this season, I may just end up doing it. Oh well, come along and read the drama of our favorite Beacon Hills teens. Enjoy!

I DON'T OWN TEEN WOLF (DUH…otherwise I'd change even a lot more things)

A body submerged from a pond in the woods. It was Jackson Whittemore. His shirt was torn and on his torso was a bite mark. He looked up into the night sky to a full moon with a smile playing on his face.

Scott was running through the woods on all fours. No, he wasn't in his wolf form. He was on his way to meet Allison despite what happened earlier in the week.

Flashback

He and Allison are together in the woods. Both in his mom's car parked on top of cliff that looks over their town Beacon Hills. They are kissing and laughing, despite all that has happened to them. Everything is perfect until Chris Argent arrives and yanks Scott out the car with a gun pointed to his head. Allison quickly gets out the car and pleads to her dad.

"Dad, no stop what are you doing? He saved our lives. You can't dad!" She cries out to her father, but Chris refuses to release Scott. "Dad please, please. I'll do whatever you want, just don't kill him. I won't see him again. Okay? I swear, I won't just don't kill him."

Chris Argent then looks over to Allison with a serious expression on his face.

"Never again." He says and leaves them alone.

End Flashback

Scott jumped into the window and as soon as his does Allison embraced him.

"How long do we have?" He asked.

"About an hour." She told him. Going behind her parent's back never had been so much fun.

At the hospital, Landon seemed to have recovered from his injury, but he kicked his Dad out for some privacy, which was fine because Landon apparently was being a bit too sarcastic for his father's liking. While in the shower, Landon touched the bite and winced.

Mr. Martin's noticed a knocked out Stiles in the waiting area with balloons surrounding her.

"She's been here all night." He told Melissa, who just so happened to working that night.

"All night? Try all weekend." She informed him.

Which was true, Stiles had been there all weekend, mainly to keep an eye on Landon. No one knew exactly what he was and Derek didn't seem to know either. Plus, when Derek found out that Landon didn't turn, but had survived his whole demeanor changed. Ever since, she hadn't seen much of him and if she did he looked like he had been up to something.

At the sound of the PA system, Stiles awoken and headed to the snack machine. There weren't really any good choices, but she went with her favorite choice of chocolate, a crunch bar. Which, totally got stuck in the machine.

"You can't be serious." She mumbled to herself. She looked both left and right of the hallway, before she began to struggle with shaking the machine. First it was the smacking on the glass, then the process of a bear hug shake. No such luck. She then grabbed top of it proceed to shake it, but she had the unfortunate luck of knocking it over. "Uh oh." She walked away casually as if nothing happened, but then a sound of someone screaming filled the air. Landon, She thought. She raced to his room.

Allison and Scott were making out on her bed, despite their horrible clumsiness together. It isn't until Scott super-hearing picked up a noise. "Do the right–side brakes on your dad's SUV squeak a little bit?" He asked. Allison gave him a nod. There was a nervous look in her eyes.

"Then we're dead." He told her. They quickly began to gather themselves together.

"Oh, my God. Hurry. Hurry." She pressed him, while throwing his shirt at him. Scott was struggling not to fall and hurt himself as he made his exit out the window.

At that moment, Victoria barged in the room and spotted Allison on her bed with her textbook. "Since you got rid of the lock on my door, the least you could do is knock." Allison told her mother steadily.

"Did I interrupt something?" Victoria asked her. She knew something was off, she just couldn't place her finger on it. She noticed that Allison's window was opened.

"Nothing just my life, my happiness, and will to live. You know the usual?" Allison replied dramatically. "What's that?" She noticed her mother holding something.

"It's the dress for the funeral tomorrow." Victoria told her.

"You can just put it on my desk." Allison told her, but Victoria didn't listen to her. She began a search in Allison's room. First, was her closet, but there was nothing, but clothes inside. Victoria stalked out to the window, but the ledge appeared to be empty.

"Mom! Seriously?" Allison questioned. Outside the on the roof, Scott heard Landon scream.

When Stiles had managed to get the Landon's room it was empty. Her heart went into panic mode. The sheriff had placed out an APB and noted that Landon didn't take any of his clothing with him. Which meant, that Landon was out somewhere naked. Stiles knew that Scott would be in the jeep waiting for her. She managed to grab the hospital gown that Landon so there was a scent to follow. She handed Scott the gown.

"This is the one he was just wearing?" Stiles nodded her head. Scott could tell that Stiles was worried. "Hey, I won't let anything hurt him. Not again."

Stiles gave him a smile. "All right, just shove the thing in your face and let's find him." She was about to drive when Allison appeared.

"What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us." Scott questioned as he stuck his head out the window.

"I don't care. He's my best friend and we need to find him before they do." She responded.

"I can find him before the police can so don't worry." Scott told her, but Allison shook her head.

"No, I meant before my father does."

Stiles gave a confused look. "He knows?" She asked her. Allison nodded her head.

"Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two vans."

"Humor me and tell me it's just a search party." Stiles pleaded.

"It's more like a hunting party." Allison informed them. She looked between Scott and Stiles.

"Get in." Scott told her.

As Scott tracked Landon's scent, Stiles tried to get more information about how the hunting thing worked.

"Wait, if he is actually turning would they actually kill him?" She questioned. In the back, Allison leaned forward.

"I have no idea. I keep getting 'We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here.' They won't tell me anything until then."

"What others?" Stiles asked. Allison shook her head.

"Again, they won't tell me anything."

Stiles shrugged miserably. "Your family seriously needs to work on some communication issues," She hit Scott on the arm. "Are we going the right way?" She asked him. Scott sniffed the air.

"Take the next right!" He replied.

"Allison your boyfriend is such a dog." Stiles told her.

"I heard that!" Scott yelled, but he didn't remove his head from outside the window.

Isaac Lahey was working on digging a hole in the cemetery. He sported a black eye and it still hurt to the touch. His night wasn't going well for him and it wasn't about to get any better. The fact, that he was out there alone okay. What wasn't okay was the sound that echoed into the night. It was a growling sound.

He moved the light on the machine around to look around the cemetery. As he did he noticed a claw on a headstone.

"What the hell?" He whispered to himself. Whatever, it suddenly came at him and knocked over the machine. It caused him to fall into the grave and have the machine block him in. He climbed out the hole, he noticed something was digging up another grave. It wasn't human that much he knew for sure. He quickly fell back into grave hiding. He was close to panicking.

In a matter of minutes, he heard another growling sound and footstep heading his direction. In his surprise, though the machine had been lifted up off the ground and a man stood there looking down on him.

"Need a hand?" The man asked.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Derek."

The scent Scott picked up led them to the Hale house. Stiles noticed that she hadn't felt Derek's presence, which meant he wasn't home.

"Are you sure he came here?" She asked Scott.

"Yeah, I'm sure. Nose never lies." Scott told her. The three looked at the house in front of them.

"You're just asking for another dog comment, but has Landon even been here?" She asked them. Allison shook her head.

"Not with me. Maybe he came here on instinct. Probably looking for something." Stiles began to survive the area.

"You don't think he's looking for an Alpha, do you?" Scott asked. Allison tipped her head to the side.

"It would make sense. Wolves have a pack, right?"

"Not all of them." Scott noted, meaning him.

"But wouldn't it be instinct to be drawn to an Alpha? To be in a pack."

Allison did have a point. Wolves were stronger together than they were if separate, but it also made the Alpha of the pack even stronger. While Scott and Allison theorized as to why Landon would come to the Hale house. Stiles noticed a wire on the ground.

"Hey guys I think I found a tripwire." Stiles told them. Allison walked over to her side and Stiles pulled it.

"Stiles–"Scott called to her. Both Allison and Stiles turned around to see that Scott was caught in the trip and was upside down, but they couldn't resist to laugh.

"Oops." Stiles said.

"How about next time we see a tripwire we don't trip it." Scott suggested.

"Noted." Stiles replied. Just as Allison and Stiles were about to let Scott down, Scott heard someone in the woods and told them to hide.

As he hung upside down, Chris Argent came into his view. "Scott?"

"Mr. Argent." He replied simply.

"How are you doing?" Chris asked, this wasn't going to be pleasant conversation.

"Good. You know, just hangin' out. Is this one of yours? Works like a charm."

Chris rolled his eyes at him. "What are you doing out here, Scott?" He questioned. Scott noticed that serious tone in his voice.

"Looking for my friend."

Chris nodded his in agreement. "Ah, that's right. Landon's in your group now. Part of the clique? Am I right? Or do you use the word pack?" Chris stared at him. Scott shook his head.

"Actually, clique sounds good. Pack is becoming way too mainstream."

"I hope so. Because he is Allison's friend, but is special like you. One I can handle, two is pushing it."

"I completely agree." Scott told him.

Chris thought Scott was trying to be funny. "Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?" There was an underlined threat coming from Chris' voice.

"Considering the length of the word, I'd rather not." Scott told him.

"A medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half. Take an enormous of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that. Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary."

With that, Chris left Scott upside down and walked away. It wasn't until he was gone when Allison and Stiles appeared.

"What was that all about?" Stiles asked him.

"It's just another life–threatening conversation with Allison's dad." Scott replied. Allison began working on releasing the trap.

"Thanks. But I think I got it." Scott told her. With a swift motion of his hand Scott snapped the wire and landed on his feet. He couldn't resist to make a smile.

"Show off." Stiles commented.

The next morning, the police had the cemetery surrounded. It was now an official crime scene. The Sheriff was questioning Isaac about what happened the night before. His father stood beside Isaac during the interrogation.

"You work for your father, Isaac?" The Sheriff asked.

"When he's not in school. Which is where he needs to be in 20 minutes." Mr. Lahey responded with a snip.

"Yeah, I understand that, but there's a missing teenager running around here naked. The dogs picked up the scent here. I would really like to find him before tonight's freeze."

"He'd remember seeing someone naked running around through here." Mr. Lahey replied with a laugh. The Sheriff noticed the teen's uneasiness.

"How'd you get that black eye, Isaac?" He asked him.

"School. I play lacrosse." Isaac responded.

"You play for beacon hills?

"Yeah." Isaac noticed that Derek was also at the scene behind a tree. His facial expression was very serious.

"Ah, my daughter's friend Scott play on the team as well. She's the one with the loud cheering." The Sheriff noticed a worried look on Isaac's face. "Everything, okay?"

"Yeah, Stiles right? Her voice is very distinctive. I was just remembering we have a morning practice." Isaac replied lamely. He looked back in the same direction, but Derek was gone.

"Sorry, didn't mean to hold you up. Have a nice day." The Sheriff apologized.

"There is one thing though. We have a few grave robberies lately, but mostly it's jewelry. This one was different."

"How so?"

"They took her liver." Isaac told him.