Chapter 1: Tattoo

Scott was running through the woods at night as fast as he could. He jumped off into the trees until he landed in a small clearing. He was panting as he started to look around and squinted his eyes through the darkness. There was some rustling off in the distance and Scott tensed up. He tried to find the source but it seemed to be surrounding him. He couldn't find exactly where it was coming from. But there was a loud snap of a twig up ahead. He narrowed his eyes in that direction and was ready for what was coming but Scott's eyes widened as he turned to his left as something moved out of the brush. It collided with him before he could move against it. He landed on his back with a huff and his eyes shut in discomfort. He opened them to look up into the smiling face of Stiles.

"How long was that?" Scott grunted out.

Stiles looked over at his watch. "One minute and 52 seconds," he said. Scott groaned again. Stiles then went and helped him get to his feet. "Still a minute less than my time."

Scott have him a soft shove. "Yeah, rub it in," he said lowly but playfully.

The two of them had come up with a special exercise this summer where they go into the woods at night and have the other try to track them down. They thought it was something good to work on considering how many times they'd nearly been caught by people like Peter, Derek or the Hunters. Likewise, they thought it could come in handy if they ever needed to be the ones doing the catching. So far Stiles had gone the longest with avoiding being caught and taken down by Scott.

"Hey, I'm a natural remember?" Stiles said giving him a smug smile.

Scott rolled his eyes before he took a look up at the night sky. The moon was in plain view and it was nearly full. It had been almost four months since Gerard's defeat and Jackson being freed from being the Kanima. Scott and Stiles had found themselves feeling like their old selves again, friendship wise. The way they both handled becoming werewolves and the arrival of The Alpha, Argents and The Kanima had made quite a rift in their friendship. Scott had started to push Stiles away with his stubborn rejection of becoming werewolves and focus on his hunter ex-girlfriend Allison Argent. Stiles himself had started to push Scott away by embracing their new werewolf status in a way that Scott hadn't fully agreed with especially when it came to dealing with those that went against them. Scott had come to realize that a good deal of the fault might've lied with him. He had wanted to have a normal life but it was now impossible, and him dwelling on that grim fact didn't make his situation any better. It only helped to make things worse and boy did they get as worse as possible. He had let it all warp him into a terrible student, friend, son and all around selfish person. He didn't want to be that. They agreed that after everything they needed to start over, together.

And they had. The way they started was on the issue of Scott's grades, which suffered due to him neglecting his studies due to the drama and stress of their new lives. Scott saw the way that Stiles had managed to find a way to balance everything in their supernatural life and his school life and Stiles helped Scott learn to do that for himself. He helped Scott during his make-up studies in summer school and Scott found himself making improvements. Scott's mother had noticed the change and gave her full support behind what they were doing even if she was still lost on quite a few things. They also started to really knuckle down and hone in on areas of their shifts and abilities where they still had trouble, especially when it came to the full moon. They made quite a lot of progress. Their last full moon a month ago had gone over so well that they both didn't even have any loss of control, even for a moment.

Scott sighed. It had been a good summer and there was one thing still to do on their last night of it. "C'mon, we better go. I want to get there before they close." He then started to walk off and Stiles followed right after him.

"I still can't believe you're actually going through with this. You're sure that your mom said it was okay?"

"Yeah," Scott said with a smile. "I finally wore her down. With how I did in summer school and how I've been keeping out of trouble lately…she felt I earned it."

Stiles ran his hand through his hair. It was growing out nicely. Scott had tried to make a new resolution as part of them trying to start over. To be a better son, student and friend. Stiles decided to have something new with himself though he thought that Scott getting a tattoo was a bit drastic than him changing his hair style. But, it's what he wanted.

"Alright then." Stiles then broke into a smile. "Race you."

Stiles then went into a run and Scott let a chuckle loose as he ran off too. The two of them darted, jumped and dashed through the woods. The sound of light laughter echoed across the trees as they zoomed by.

Isaac's mind was jumbled. He kept having flashes of being dragged off, hurt and bleeding. He felt weak as he kept seeing the faces of Erica and Boyd, also wearing pained and scared expressions. Suddenly, Isaac felt a jarring feeling at his chest that came from someone shocking him with jumper cables. He gave out a shout as the electricity poured into his body and shook him awake.

"Quiet!" It was a woman and she was lifting him up and helping him walk off. "We're almost there," she said to him.

Isaac felt behind him. "My neck."

"It's from their claws," she said. "It's how they share memories."

Isaac blinked. "But I don't remember anything."

"Also how they steal them," she added. They then got to a motorcycle and she helped Isaac on before she got on in front of him. "Listen to me. No matter what happens, you hold on. You hold on tight."

Isaac nodded as she then went and put on her helmet. She started the engine and rode off. Isaac's vision was starting to clear more up and saw that they were riding through some kind of industrial sector. His ears also were clearing up and were picking up a strange sound.

"I hear something," he said to her. The sound was getting louder. He turned around and saw that it was the sound of running feet. Coming from a guy running after them with fangs bared and claws out. "Faster!" Isaac cried. The bike picked up speed and their pursuer started to fall behind. But then he was joined by another one. They started to pick up speed themselves and tried to swipe at them but only managed to graze the back of the bike. Isaac saw the new guy run in side by side with the other and noticed that he looked exactly like the first one. "Two of them." They were being chased by twin werewolves.

They had to make a turn which gave the two werewolves after them ground to catch up. They started to swipe their claws more at their bike. One of them managed to jump and get ahead of them. Isaac's rescuer made a sharp turn and just avoided getting them struck by his claws. The two werewolves flashed their bright red eyes at them before they ran off for them again. The bike came up to a junction and a truck suddenly started to come in and honked it's horn as they rode on passed it, just narrowly missing it. However, they had then rode into a dead end. They both looked back to see those twins slowly moving for them.

"Remember what I said before?" the girl said.

"Hold on," said Isaac.

She nodded. "Hold on."

She then revved the engine and took off for them. One of them went down while his brother went into a run and leapt off his brother's back and hurled himself high into the air. It looked like he would make contact with them but the girl quickly turned the bike and made them narrowly miss him as he struck the ground leaving a deep crack. For a moment, it looked like they would get away but Isaac's eyes widened when he saw that they were riding into a window.

"Whoa!" he screamed as they rode on into it.

They managed to land on the ground okay but Isaac was finding the effect of the shock he was given to him starting to run out. He was feeling groggy and was tipping in his seat.

The girl noticed. "Isaac! Stay with me! Isaac!" she yelled as he kept on falling off.

The shift of weight caused the bike to tip and they fell on over. The bike skid on the floor leaving a trail of sparks as they both fell off. Isaac lifted his head to see the twins were back. They then took off their shirts and then started to push against each other. Or rather push into one another. Their bodies were blending together in a way that Isaac had never seen before and was horrific to witness. When it was done, in the place of those twins was a hulking, supersized werewolf Alpha. Isaac tried to crawl off to get away.

"Isaac!" the girl called out. "Get down."

Isaac saw that she was aiming her gun and Isaac ducked down to give her a clear shot. She let a shot loose and a blast of electricity shot out and collided with the Super Alpha. It was roaring and writhing in pain until it fell to the ground. Isaac stared at it before looking back at the girl.

"I thought I told you to hold on," she scolded.

But Isaac just let himself collapse to the ground.

Over at a tattoo parlor, Scott was sitting on the chair while Stiles was off to the side looking through a design book of artful tattoos. But Scott knew what he wanted. He handed the tattoo artist a piece of paper. He opened it up to reveal two bands, one of them a little bigger than the other.

"Boy," the man said giving it a look. "Good thing you drew me a picture."

Scott just smiled.

"Hey Scott," Stiles called to draw his attention. "Sure you don't want something like this?" He smiled as he showed him a picture of a creature that looked remarkably like the Kanima. Scott just gave him a look. "Too soon?" Stiles then went and tossed the book aside. "Okay Scott, I gotta ask-"

"Again?" Scott said.

"One more time," Stiles said holding up his forefinger. "Are you sure about this? These things are pretty permanent."

Scott smiled as the artist sat down next to him. "I'm not changing my mind." He wanted a tattoo and he was going to get one.

"Okay, but, then why two bands?"

Scott shrugged. "I just like it."

"Well, don't you think that your first tattoo should be something memorable?"

"Getting a tattoo means something," he argued.

"He's right," said the artist. "Tattoos go back thousands of years. The Tahitian word tattua means: To leave a mark. Like a rite of passage."

"Yeah," Scott said nodding and turning back to Stiles. "See? He gets it."

Stiles folded his arms. "He's covered in tattoos Scott," he pointed out. "Literally."

The artist disregarded that. "Ready?" he asked Scott. Scott nodded his head and let himself lie back into the chair. The artist held up the tool. "You don't have any problems with needles do you?"

Scott shook his head. "No."

Stiles just stood there and watched as the artist began. He then looked at Scott's face as he gasped as the needle started working into his skin. Stiles just watched it with mild fascination. He found it hard to imagine that a couple of months ago needles, or even the thought of them, made him squeamish. But after seeing bullet wounds, claw marks into human flesh, and getting stabbed by thick hunting knives, a small needle would be nothing compared to that.

A little while later, Stiles threw himself into his Jeep with Scott following on in after him with his arm in a bandage. Stiles nose wrinkled as he felt that Scott was in serious discomfort which was shown on his face as he squinted at his arm.

"Are you okay?" he asked him.

"It kind of burns," Scott hissed out.

"Well you did have your skin stabbed about a hundred thousand times, with a needle. Taking it from someone that was stabbed with a knife, burning is normal," he huffed out.

Scott's eyes narrowed a bit at that but he brushed it off as he let go of his arm. "I don't think it's supposed to feel like this though."

Suddenly Scott jumped which made Stiles jump too. Scott now was starting to groan out like he was in pain.

"What? What's wrong?" Stiles quickly asked him.

"I told you something was wrong. It's not supposed to feel like this. I have to take this off."

Scott ripped off the bandage and they saw that Scott's skin was still bright red but the lines of ink drawn into him looked faded. And they were getting fainter.

"Whoa," Stiles said as his eyes widened.

They both watched as the tattoo started to fade and then disappeared along with the swelling.

"No," Scott whispered. "It…it healed!"

"Oh, thank god," Stiles choked out. "I hated it." That made Scott give him a small glare. "Sorry." Stiles said not feeling the slightest bit of regret for saying it. It was the truth. He then started the car and went to drive them both home.

Allison was in Lydia's car as she was driving them home after they went off and had a girl's night. Allison had recently come back to Beacon Hills only a few days ago with her dad after they spent the summer off in France. As they had hung out today for the first real time since…everything, it was clear to Allison that Lydia was firmly back on her feet. Currently, she was trying to make Allison get back on her own feet, by trying to set her up with someone along with her.

"It is not a double date," Lydia stretched out. "It's is a group thing."

"Do they know it's a group thing?" she said back with an amused smirk. "Cause I told you that I'm not ready to get back out there."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "You were in France and didn't do any dating? Even once?"

She shrugged. She didn't feel the need to date ever since she and Scott had broken up. "Did you? I mean, after Ja-"

Lydia cut her off. "Do not say his name."

Allison nodded. "Is he okay?" she suddenly said as she realized that she didn't get too much information about Jackson while she had been away. All she knew was that he had moved away. After that night, her father pulled her out of school to take off with him for France. They had left barely a week after everything. "Did everything work out?"

Lydia had a small smirk come over her. "Well, the doctors looked like total idiots when he turned up alive," she said with a bit of a laugh but she quickly sobered up. "But, everyone got over it. And, yes, Derek taught him the whole Werewolf 101. Like, how not to randomly kill people during a full moon."

Allison smiled at that. "So, you talked to him?"

"Uh, not since he left for London."

"You mean since his dad moved him to London," she corrected.

"Whatever," Lydia said softly. "He left. And seriously, an American werewolf in London? Like that's not going to be a disaster."

"So…you're totally over him?" Allison asked skeptically.

"Would I be going out on a double date if I wasn't?" she said quickly back to her. "Yes, it is a double date. It's not an orgy," she said, back to trying to convince Allison. "You'll live."

Allison nodded. "So…do you know how Scott's been?" Lydia gave her a look. "I'm just asking because I haven't really spoken to him since I left."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "Yeah, and I don't really know. I think he's okay. I know he had to go to summer school but I think he's doing okay from the times I did see him."

"When was the last time?" Allison asked.

"There weren't really times. More like passerbys. I think maybe I caught sight of him five or six times all summer."

"Oh?"

"He seemed fine," Lydia said as they came to a stop at a light. "Was definitely smiling every time I saw him, though-" she said with a stretch.

Allison's face fell a bit. "Though, what?"

"He wasn't alone. Every time I caught sight of Scott this summer, they were always together."

"Oh?" Allison said with a nod. She guessed that she understood. The two of them agreed that they needed space. If Scott wanted to try being with someone new then he was entitled to do that. "But he was happy?"

Lydia tried very hard to keep a blank face. "Yeah, they both were. Laughing and seemed to be always be in the middle of having fun." She paused for a moment to see Allison's face. "They looked good which I guess was helped with him growing his hair out and have polished that Jeep of his."

Allison then caught Lydia's smirk and her eyes narrowed at her. It lasted for a moment before she looked away. Scott had been the one that she couldn't stop thinking about this summer. But Stiles had been the one that she had been trying hard not to think about. But she shook it off as she smiled at Lydia.

"You did that on purpose?"

"Did what?" Lydia asked innocently.

"You knew what I would think?"

"And what did you think? I thought you would know perfectly well who I was talking about. Unless you think something else might really be going on between the two of them. After everything we've seen, it wouldn't be the most farfetched thing to happen."

That only made the two of them laugh.

Stiles was driving down the highway as Scott was still lamenting the loss of his beloved tattoo.

"I can't believe it. All that, for nothing," he said sourly.

"Yeah. Looking back, maybe we should've seen it coming. I mean, we heal so well that we can't even get drunk. We should've guessed that getting scarred with a tattoo wasn't on the table." Scott sighed at that. "Well, let's forget that. How about we talk about the fact that we go back to school tomorrow."

Scott nodded as he settled back into the car seat. "Yeah…but not all of us. Jackson's gone."

Stiles shrugged. "Funny…I actually feel torn on that. Should I feel happy? Should I feel sad?" he asked bobbing his head left and right with each question.

Scott let a small smile and a chuckle loose. But then it was wiped away. "And…I don't know if Allison's coming back or not?"

Stiles' face went blank as he stared on ahead. Scott had tried very hard to not mention Allison's name around Stiles during the summer. It was clear that his friend's bitter feelings towards her were still holding firm and strong. As for Stiles, he knew that Scott had been holding out on having a talk about Allison. Given that Scott seemed to make an effort and go the extra mile to keep his drama with Allison in check, he decided that he would throw Scott a bone. Besides, he was curious about if Allison and her father would be around again any time soon.

"You haven't heard anything?' Stiles said to him as they came upon a red light in the mostly empty road.

"No," Scott muttered. "We agreed to give each other the summer. No texts. No calls."

Stiles eyes narrowed and he looked over at him. "So how do you know that she won't be back at school then?" he asked before his eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of the car next to them. Or rather at who was in the car.

Scott didn't notice his reaction as he just looked up at the roof and sighed. "After everything that happened, I'm not sure she's coming back at all."

Stiles' jaw stiffened. "Oh, I think she is. I'd say pretty definite." Scott then looked at him and saw Stiles face. "Like 100%," he muttered in a lack of enthusiasm. He then went and pointed over out the window.

Scott turned and saw that Allison was right there in the next car. He hadn't seen her for months but she looked as beautiful as she was when he last saw her. Better, as she was smiling and seemed to actually be happy. He found himself feeling warm and fuzzy in his stomach again as he stared at her as she smiled and laughed at something Lydia was telling her.

Where Stiles was sitting, he was also giving Allison a look but it wasn't one of marvel. The last time that Stiles and Allison had seen each other was when he had thrown her to the ground and threw the poisoned dart she shot at him at her feet. He had felt disgust at the sight of her and that feeling was back in full force as he stared at Allison's smiling face.

A smiling face that vanished as she looked over and seemed to have finally noticed them. She then looked panicked which in turn made Scott panicked.

"Oh my god," Scott said looking away.

"Oh my god," Allison said looking away at the very same time. She couldn't believe she had run into Scott, now of all times. Stiles too. Just as they had started talking about them too. She had been preparing to see them at school tomorrow and she was not ready for them now. "Oh my god, I can't see him, not now."

Lydia turned to look over at the Jeep. Stiles was looking over at them and he gave her a small wave and a simple smile. Lydia looked away. That smile seemed different from the ones that Stiles typically sent her way. The look in his eyes too. They seemed more…relaxed than the ones from the past.

Scott was freaking. "Drive. Just drive please Stiles," he pleaded to his friend.

But Stiles turned to look on ahead and shook his head. "Scott, it's a red light."

He looked and saw that the light was indeed still red.

Allison wasn't doing much better. "Lydia, just please, go."

"We can't," Lydia pointed out to the front. "The light."

Over in the Jeep, Stiles could see that Allison was freaking out just as much as Scott seemed to be. He suddenly got a really naughty, and kind of nasty idea. "Well, why don't we say hello?"

He then reached for Scott's window but Scott tried to push his hand away. "No, Stiles, don't!"

But Stiles went and managed to lower the window. "Hey!" he shouted off to them. At that Lydia then went and drove off at breakneck speed even though the light was still red. Stiles shrugged with a small smile. "Maybe they didn't see us?"

Scott sent a glare at him.

Over in Lydia's car Allison was looking back and saw that they weren't driving after them and she let out a big sigh of relief.

"You alright?" Lydia asked her softly.

Allison nodded. She would be fine now. At least she thought so until the light had turned green and the Jeep started to drive off after them.

Scott gave Stiles a panicked look. "What are you doing?"

"Driving," Stiles answered nonchalantly.

Scott saw that they were getting closer. "You're right behind them."

"Well, do you see any turns?" Stiles asked in the same tone.

"But…I don't want it to look like we're following them."

Stiles raised his eyebrows at that. "Well what do you want me to do?" They were in a winding road that had no turning junctions. The only way they could go was forward.

"I don't know! Anything!"

Stiles then sucked on his teeth and slammed his foot on the break making them just stop. "Happy?" Stiles asked him annoyed. He couldn't help feeling annoyed. Only thirty seconds of being in Allison's airspace and Scott was losing his head all over again after over three months of moving to get his act together.

Allison was shaking her head. "Lydia, stop," She sighed. "Maybe I should go over and talk to him?"

Lydia then went and stopped her car. Scott and Stiles narrowed their eyes at that. They threw each other a look and then looked back at the girls' car.

"They stopped too," said Allison as she and Lydia stared off at the Jeep. "Why would they stop?"

Lydia shrugged. "It's Stiles and Scott," she said in a tone that made it sound self-explanatory. "Do you really want to apply logic to those two?"

The two of them were still staring back that they didn't notice that there was something moving towards them. It was coming in fast and then burst right in through the window causing them both to scream. Their screams were heard by the two werewolves in the Jeep and they quickly went and threw open their doors and ran for them. Lydia and Allison threw open their doors and sprang out of their car looking horrified.

"You okay?" Scott asked as he ran over to Allison.

"It came out of nowhere," she shrieked.

Stiles had run over to Lydia. "Are you hurt?" he said looking her over for anything.

"It came out of nowhere!" Lydia was breathing deep and fast. "It ran right into us," she gasped out.

"Are you okay?" Scott repeated as he held Allison's shoulders.

"I'm okay," she breathed.

Lydia shook her head. "Well I'm not okay!" she shouted out to them. "I'm totally freaking out! How the hell did that run into us?!"

Scott moved over to see that it was an antlered deer buck. It's head had gone right through the windshield and it wasn't moving.

"I saw it's eyes before it ran into us," Lydia shrieked out. "It was like it was crazy."

Scott shook his head. "No…it was scared." Scott then went and touched it and reached down to get a good feel for the deer's emotion. Thanks to his and Stiles' training this summer he was able to pick up the deer's lingering emotions clearly, even if it was dead. "Actually, terrified."

Scott caught Stiles' eyes at that. Stiles' eyes narrowed as he went and looked over in the direction that the deer had come from. Scott turned to look too. The deer had been running straight, from the center of the paved road.

Over at Beacon Hills Hospital, Melissa McCall was going over some routine checks when two new people were starting to be wheeled in. The sight of Isaac Lahey laying on one of them made her eyes widen.

"Wait a minute," Melissa called out to the paramedic pushing his gurney in. "I know this one." She then leaned in closer to the boy. "What happened Isaac?"

"The girl," he muttered to her. "She's worse."

She took note of the injuries that he seemed to have. "Are you not healing?"

"I will, but," He tried to turn to look back but he couldn't and let himself collapse back into the gurney. "Please, just help her."

"Okay," he then looked over at one of the doctors. "Could you take him?" When the man nodded she then ran off for the girl being wheeled in behind him. "Hey."

"Find him," she said as her eyes were shut in pain and delirium. "I have to find them."

"What are you talking about?"

"I have to…I have to tell em."

Melissa shook her head. The girl seemed dazed but she sounded like she had complete sense of herself. "Who?" Melissa asked.

"The Alpha," she said as she seemed to be losing consciousness. "Find the Alpha…," she coughed out.

Alpha? Melissa remembered what Scott had told her over the summer about these kind of things and leaned in closer. "What do you want with Derek Hale?"

The girl just shook her head. "No. Not Hale."

"Okay mam," one of the paramedics said as they turned over to the operating ward. "We got it from here."

The girl was still shaking her head. "The Alpha and the-" she trailed off to herself before she widened her eyes a bit. "McCall. Stilinski."

It was early the next morning when Scott was up even before his alarm clock sounded. He was during some morning pull ups as he was trying to finish the last book on his summer reading list: The Call of the Wild. Stiles had recommended it to him, said that he would like it and he had to admit, he did. When he was done, he tossed it over next to a stack of other paperbacks that he had read this summer while he went to his computer to see the new Word of the Day. It was-

"Ephemeral," he read aloud. "Lasting for a short time. Transient. Momentary." He then looked at his arm at where his tattoo had been and then rubbed it sadly. "Ephemeral," he muttered as he went to get ready for school.

Stiles had been up before his alarm sounded just as Scott had. However, his eyes were pouring over news records on deer related incidents. The deer incident got to him but not because he was afraid. But because he was concerned. An incident involving deer on the night before school started, it had happened once before and he remembered what followed. For it to happen again he knew that this couldn't be a simple coincidence. Stiles clicked on a new page as he heard his father walk to the door but didn't look away.

"You know how many vehicle collisions last year have involved deer? 247,000."

The sheriff just shook his head. "Oh god, just please, go to school."

Stiles kept his eyes on the screen. "But that was just crossing the road. This one came right down the middle." And there wasn't one of record that was like that.

His dad walked on in. "I'm not going to beg you."

"Good," Stiles said still not taking his eyes off the screen. "I'm impervious to your influence anyway."

The sheriff nodded. "You consider a bribe?"

"You couldn't meet my price," Stiles said not losing a beat.

"Extortion," his dad tried again.

Stiles shrugged. "You've got nothing on me, believe me," he said with some amusement.

"Yeah," his dad muttered. He then went and grabbed the back of Stiles chair and started to pull him away from the computer.

"What are you doing?" Stiles said as he was being pulled back. "Dad."

Stiles tried to keep at the desk and he anchored himself in with his strong grip and stopped his dad from pulling him further but his feet weren't anchored and his dad pulled the chair out from right under him and he fell down to the ground.

Allison was already dressed for school before the alarm went off but she was sitting in bed after it rang and just looked out the window. The view was different to what she was used to. They may be back in Beacon Hills but not at their old house, they had moved to a small apartment now as they had no real need for a big place anymore, considering that everyone else was gone. It was just two of them. Her father slowly walked into her room but she kept her gaze at the window.

"You ready?" he asked.

"Yeah," she said in a small voice.

Her father then stepped further. "You know, you could wait until tomorrow. The first day can get pretty tough."

She shook her head. "I'm fine."

"Really?" he asked.

"Yeah," she nodded with a small smile.

He smiled too. "You could wait a week if you want," he playfully offered.

But Allison shook her head. "No, I kind of promised Lydia that I would drive her now that her car is wrecked. So, I should go."

Her dad nodded. They both looked at each other for a moment before he offered her his hand to help her up. She took it and stood up where they immediately went in for a warm hug. This wasn't going to be an easy time but they would have to get through it as best they could, together.

Lydia was in her room, applying her makeup in the mirror. She was satisfied with what she saw. She smiled at her hard work and then reached for a jacket.

"You look good." Lydia turned to look at the half naked guy in her bed. "So you think we could go on a real date sometime?" the guy asked him as he sat on her bed with his arms behind his head.

"Mmm," was all Lydia said.

The guy's face fell a bit. "Can we have sex again?"

"Mmm," Lydia said again before she grabbed her bag with a smile and made her way out the door leaving the guy alone as he went off to try and get dressed downtrodden.

Scott rode in his new motorbike into the school parking lot and parked out in front. He took a look at the school and smiled at it and down at his bike. He loved that he now had his own ride for the start of the school year. His face fell a bit when he saw the two beautiful, matching motorcycles parked right next to his. Scott made his way into the halls of the school and put his things away in his new locker and quickly found Stiles. He had an idea about his problem and wanted to run it through him.

Stiles' eyes widened. "You want to ask Derek for help? What? Why?"

"He has that triskele tattoo on his back," he reminded him. "So there has to be a way to do it without healing."

Stiles nodded as his eyes were focused on something else. "Yeah, but Scott, don't you think he kind of has his hands a little full?" He then pointed out the bulletin board where there were two posters. Posters of both Erica and Boyd that declared them as missing persons.

Scott's face fell a bit. "You hear anything new on them?" he asked him softly.

Stiles gripped the straps on his backpack. "No," he said sadly. "Last I heard was that Derek was still searching with Isaac and Peter." His eyes narrowed. "Have I said how much of a bad idea it is to keep that guy around?"

"At least once a day," Scott muttered out.

"Then let me hit my quota. It's a bad idea to keep that psycho around after everything he's done and pulled especially when he went and brought himself back from the dead."

Scott agreed with Stiles. He didn't like the idea of him around them like this but it looked like Peter Hale wasn't a call for him to make. "Well, he's not an Alpha anymore so he can't really do anything to any of us now. At least nothing that we can't handle. And he did help us save Jackson," Scott reminded him.

Stiles gave him a look. "Right, and I'm sure he did that out of the goodness of his furry, warm and zombified heart."

The topic was cut short when they heard a loud voice complaining from the Principal's Office. The two of them moved over to see that it was Principal Thomas. He was back at school again. When Gerard had gone, Stiles had made sure to send Thomas an anonymous message that told him so and that it was safe and clear to come back.

"Whatever happened to the library while I was gone, I want it cleared up. And what the hell is this?" he asked as he lifted up a long sword left behind by Gerard.

At the sight of it, Scott and Stiles went and walked away quickly.

Allison was organizing her new locker as Lydia stood beside her observing the hallway. Or rather at all the boys in the hallway.

"Freshmen," she said. "Tons and tons of fresh men."

Allison took a look herself before she looked back at her. "You mean fresh boys. Lydia, they're fourteen."

She shrugged. "Some are more mature than others.

"You know, it's okay to be single," Allison argued. "Focus on yourself for a while. Work on becoming a better person."

Lydia just smiled. "Allison, I love you. So if we have to do that thing where we talk about me, pretending that we aren't actually talking about you." That made Allison laugh a bit. Lydia's face softened. "It's going to be fine," she said assuredly. She then let out a smile of mischief. "But, I don't want a boyfriend. I want a…distraction."

Her eyes then went off for the far corner of the hall where she froze as caught the sight of two guys walking down the hall together. Two good looking guys that were identical.

Allison noticed them too. "Brothers?"

"Twins," Lydia said in a bit of a gasp.

Scott was sitting in English class getting his books ready when he looked up as Allison and Lydia stepped into the room. Lydia went off and grabbed a seat by the windows and Allison was going to get the one in front of her but someone went and sat in it. She looked around but found no vacant spots, save for one that was right in front of Scott. He was twitting his fingers and threw a soft smile her way. Allison took a deep breath and headed for his direction. As she did though, she caught sight of Stiles sitting at the seat next to Scott. He was twirling a pencil in his fingers and was looking at her too with his eyes narrowed. She went and focused her gaze on Scott's warm and gentle face.

Allison pointed to the seat in front of Scott. "Is anyone-"

"No," he said with a shake of his head. "It's all yours. Totally vacant," he said a little breathlessly.

Allison nodded until her eyes went right back over at Stiles. His hard gaze was still on her hadn't changed in the slightest and her smile fell. She went and quickly and sat down in her chair and held a hand to her now sweaty forehead. This was going to be a long day.

Scott looked over at Stiles and shot him a look. Stiles shrugged and inaudibly asked him "What?' before Scott then looked away. As awkward as he and Allison were feeling with each other, it seemed that it would pale in comparison to what they would be like with Stiles thrown into the mix. Those thoughts vanished when he saw that his phone got a text. He opened it to find a long message that looked like the passage from a book. And he wasn't the only one. One by one, everyone seemed to get a text. Scott looked back at Stiles who showed him his phone and saw that it was the same one that he got. It looked like everyone had the same one.

Suddenly a voice sounded off. It was a woman and she was reading the text out loud to the class. "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." When she finished, she was in the front of the desk in the front of the class. "This is the last line to the first book we are going to read," she said to all of them with a smile before she held up her phone. "It is also the last text that you will receive in this class. Phones off everyone."

They then turned their phones off.

Melissa was with Isaac as she lifted his bandages to the claw wounds he received. The wound wasn't as severe as it was when he was first brought in.

"Yeah," she muttered. "It's healing…visibly. Wow," she said before shaking her head. "Yeah, they can't see this. Nobody can see this."

"Alright, cover it up," Isaac insisted.

Melissa moved to cover it back up but she smiled uncomfortably at him. "I don't think that's going to matter. You're scheduled for surgery, which obviously is going to be very confusing to a lot of people."

Isaac let a frustrated breath out. "Can you do something?"

Melissa's eyes widened. "Me do something?" she said skeptically. "I'm relatively new…to all of this and there's a sheriff's deputy stationed right outside the door."

"Did you try calling Derek?" he asked her.

"Like five times."

"Do you have any other emergency werewolf contacts?"

He nodded. "Yeah. Call Scott." Melissa eyed him tensely. "And, if you can't reach him, then try Stiles. They'll know what to do."

Melissa headed out of the room as an attorney was out in the hall arguing with the Sheriff. When he caught sight of her, he quickly ducked out from speaking to this man and headed for her.

"Hey Melissa," he said making her stop and turn to face him.

"Hey," she said to him breathlessly.

"Can you help me out here?"

"Okay."

"Since the amnesiac in 215 can't tell us anything," He then pointed behind him to the other room holding the girl Isaac came with. "I need the girl with the modified stun gun in 216 to answer a few questions."

Melissa just shook her head. "That's kind of unlikely since she's heavily sedated."

What she didn't know was that the girl had removed her IV needle and was squeezing the sedative out along the side of the bed.

"Great," the Sheriff huffed out. "Well, when she un-sedates, will you give me a call? She's got about 10 grand worth of property damage to answer for and I don't want her to just walk on out of here."

"Yeah, sure."

He smiled at her. "Thanks."

Melissa then walked on off to try and reach Scott by phone. "C'mon Scott, c'mon. Pick up." But there was no answer and her calls kept going to voicemail. His phone was probably off. She looked up at the clock and guessed that he was in the middle of class right now. That meant that reaching Stiles might not work either. She would have to try something else to reach him.

Unbeknownst to her, a woman in scrubs was quietly walking passed her and going for Isaac's room. She moved on in and closed the door behind her as she eyed the boy trying to sit up in his bed.

"Hello Isaac," she said to him with a calm smile. "How are we feeling?"

"Good," he said before pointing to his IV needle. "Listen I think we could unplug this now." But the girl pushed him to lie back down and then went to push a needle into the IV machine. "What is that?" he asked as he watched her push on the plunger.

She shrugged. "Just an anesthetic," she answered before she smiled and leered at him. "We don't want you getting away again."

Isaac's eyes widened at her just as the anesthetic started making its way into him. It caused Isaac's head to drop a bit and he looked down to see that the nurse's feet were bare and there were razor sharp nails on each toe. His heart started to pump faster but that only made the anesthetic go through his system more quickly. He was starting to feel sleepy.

"Count with me Isaac," she said. She then lifted up a clawed finger. "One." Then another clawed finger. "Two." She then held up a third and her eyes went red. "Three."

Isaac then lost consciousness.