I walked into the police station. Scott is at school, so I have a short amount of time before I need to get back. For the last two days I've done nothing but keep an eye on him. He still doesn't know what he is. But his friend, Stiles, does. The less people who know, the better. But, it's a full moon tonight. Scott's first one.

And to make matters worse, he's taking an Argent to a party. The thought alone wanted to make me punch someone. Maybe even myself. It didn't take me long to find the Sheriff. He was speaking with a few officers, one of them being Ben. Every cop in this town has been going nuts trying to find, not only the other half of the body, but the guy who did it.

Sheriff Stilinski turned, doing a double take when he saw me. "Can I help you, miss?"

I took a step closer. "Actually, I'm here to help you." I reached into my pocket and pulled out my badge. "Detective Grant. I just moved to town. Figured you guys might need a hand. I'm more than happy to lend my services."

He sighed, clearly worn. "Why not?" He held out his hand. "Sheriff Stilinski. Follow me." I shook his hand and then followed him into his office. I left the station about twenty minutes later. Besides having half a body, they really didn't have much. They did, thou, find wolf hair on the body. But they don't know who she is. Was.

They brought in Derek Hale, Laura's older brother, and questioned him. Mainly since the body was found on his family's land, and he's all that's left of his family. But it's good to know Derek's here. That way I can keep my eye out. I don't know if he's on my side or if he's the new Alpha. Or one of its Betas. Either way, he doesn't know me. And I really don't want to know him.

Or run into him, since he probably still thinks I'm a hunter. I drove home and changed. I'm going to that party since Scott is. I won't really be attending, but I need to blend in. It makes matters worse that I don't really fit the party's age limit. But I'll make it work. I left the house in skinny jeans and a nice blouse. Something that showed a little more than I was comfortable with.

I decided to walk to the party, since it was about ten minutes away. I walked up the drive way and glanced at the front door. Scott's here already. I turned and walked around back. I entered the back yard and found it full of dancing teens. But I could see Scott in the sea of bodies. He was dancing with Allison, Chris's daughter. Which makes things that much more worse.

A tingle went up my spin as a familiar scent caught my attention. "Oh, no," I sighed, looking to my left. I saw the Alpha ran across the roof of the neighboring house. It vanished over the back as fast as it came. Great. Just another thing to contend with tonight. This is proving to be my worst case yet.

I tried to camouflage myself into the crowd, while still keeping an eye on Scott. A few drunk teens hit on me, but I quickly brushed them off. I look younger than I really am. A lot younger. Scott's heart beat filled my ears, beating louder than it should. He's starting to turn.

"Are you okay?" Allison asked him.

"I'll be right back." Scott left her and headed for the house. But he wasn't looking too good. The moon was starting to take it's toll. I stayed where I was, listening as he made his way through the house. Allison followed him, but didn't catch him in time before he sped off.

"Alison." I froze, listening harder. "I'm a friend of Scott's. My name's Derek."

Great. I ran passed the crowd of people and up into the house. I weaved my way through more bodies until I found the front door. I stepped out it just as Derek drove off, Allison in the front seat. Well, I guess Chris should've been more careful with his daughter. But my job's not protecting humans, and I have bigger problems.

Scott probably went home. Which means that's where I need to be. But he's not going to listen to me. I glanced around as I walked down the front steps. "Hey, Stiles."

He whipped around and looked at me. "Yeah? Who are you?" he asked, confused.

"That's a long story, but you need to trust me. Scott needs you, right now. He needs you to ground him." Stiles scoffed and tried to wave off what I was saying. "I'm serious. I know what he's turning into. And so do you." He stopped and looked at me seriously this time.

"How do you-"

"Because I am one," I said. He just stared at me with his mouth open. I sighed as my vision turned red, allowing him to see the real color of my eyes. He jumped back, over dramatically. "Believe me now?"

"Okay...okay-"

"Relax, I'm not going to hurt you. I just need to help Scott."

He looked at me a second, then rolled his eyes and started walking. I followed him to his car, helping myself to the passenger seat. "You can't just-"

"Drive, Stiles!"

He huffed and stared the car. The drive was quiet for about two minutes. "Who are you?"

"My name is Sara. I'm a guardian, a protector of sorts, of the supernatural."

"Wait, are you serious?" he asked. No, this kid can't be serious. Really? He already knows that his friend has been turned into a werewolf. What more proof does he need that the supernatural exists? "So, what? You find bigfoot, or something?"

"Please. Bigfoot's not real," I scoffed. I didn't hear a reply so I looked at him. He was staring at me with his mouth open in utter shock. He snapped out of it and went back to the road. It was quiet until he thought of another question. "So, how do you know about Scott?"

"Look, all you need to know…all you'll understand, is that I know when someone's been turned the second they are. Then I find them and help them use their new abilities without killing anyone in the process."

"You help everyone?" he sat up, seeming to be getting excited. "How many are there?"

"More than you know."

"Well, that's fantastic." He was quiet for thirty seconds, before continuing to talk. This time, using his hands to draw out the words. "Okay, so if this is true, why didn't you show up sooner? You know…before this?"

I glared at him. "He didn't believe you. What makes you think he would've believed me?"

"Wait, you heard that?" he scoffed, mildly sounding offended. "What else did you here?"

"Stiles…" I sighed.

"Forget I said anything." His mood switched, and he shook his head. "You could've done the eye thingy," he said, swirling his hand around in front of his face.

"I'm about to do a lot more than 'the eye thingy' if you don't focus on driving."

"Okay, shutting up now."

We got to Scott's house a few minutes later. I opened my door before the car had even completely stopped moving, causing Stiles to freak out. I ignored him and ran up to the house, Stiles on my heels. He opened the door and then led the way up the stairs and to Scott's room.

Stiles banged on Scott's bedroom door. I could hear him on the other side. "Go away," he said. I could tell by his voice that he's going to shift and no one can stop it. It sounded like he was talking with fangs. Stiles knocked on the door again, "Scott, it's me."

Scott unlocked the door and Stiles tried to push it open, but it wasn't going open more than six inches. "Let me in, Scott. I can help," Stiles protested.

"No! Listen, you've got to find Allison."

"She's fine, alright? I saw her get a ride from the party. She's totally fine, alright?"

"I think I know who it is."

"Look, just let me in we can ta-"

"It's Derek. Derek Hale. He's the one who bit me, the one who killed the girl in the woods."

"Scott…Derek's the one who drove Allison home from the party," Stiles said. A second later, the door slammed shut. Stiles pulled on the knob. "Scott!" I backhanded his arm. He winced and then turned on me. "What was that for?"

"You just gave him a target," I said. He looked and me, confused. "Someone to kill, Stiles!" Realization hit his face, as I heard a growl and looked past Stiles at the door. "Move," a slight growl laced my voice as my vision turned red. Stiles did a little spastic freak out thing and then jumped to the side.

I kicked the door open and walked inside. Scott was gone and the window was open. I walked over to it and climbed out of it. I stood on the roof and saw Scott running from the house. I sucked in a breath and then howled as loud as I could, just like any other Alpha would. The tips of my fingers tingled as I felt my claws come out.

Scott stopped and turned around. He looked me in the eyes, fully transformed into a werewolf. I roared in a lower tone this time. He took a step closer to me and then stopped. He suddenly turned around and ran. I stood puzzled for a minute. That's not supposed to happen. They hear my howl and then stop, they come to me.

His bond with Allison must be a lot deeper than I thought. But he only just met her. I walked to the edge of the roof and front flipped, kicking off the roof. I landed and then broke into a run. I ran as fast as I could, following Scott's scent. I ran for what felt like forever. Most likely, just a couple of miles.

But I lost sight of him about a mile ago. I still have his scent so I'm sticking with that. I kept running, now deep into the forest. But I was close. I ran about twenty more yards and then stopped. I saw Scott and someone else, rolling across the ground. They rolled near a tree and I was able to see who the other person was. Derek Hale.

I didn't think, just acted. Derek propped Scott against a tree and held him there. I ran up to them and pulled them apart, grabbing a fist full of Derek's jacket and catapulting him into the air. He slammed into a tree about ten feet away. It was then that my adrenaline was at its peak, and my face fully contorted.

I turned and looked at Derek slumped on the ground, still trying to figure out what happened. He looked up at me and instantly looked shocked. His eyes glowed blue as he prepared to stand. He got half way up and then froze, listening. He looked past me, at Scott, and said, "Run."

Then he took off. But I had heard it too, and knew he was right. The hunters were here. I turned and grabbed Scott, pulling him up and then shoving him foreword. He ran a few feet, but a flash of white light stopped him in his tracks. Those flash arrows are meant to blind us, disorient us long enough to kill us.

I ran forward just as I heard another arrow fly. I had just enough time to put myself in front of Scott. The arrow pierced my back near my shoulder blade, going all the way through. It managed to go through my collar bone and the tip nearly hit Scott as it's force pushed me forward.

The only problem was that it also hit my lung. I brought my left hand up and felt the arrow head, feeling for its stick. With my right hand I shoved Scott foreword. He stumbled a few steps, still confused. I fell foreword, my left shoulder slamming into the tree.

"Take them." I knew that was Chris's voice without needing to see him. Plus he's the only one who could lead a mission this successful. I motioned more for Scott to go as I felt my chest tighten. I heard the men behind me scream and hit the floor. A second later, I felt arms around me.

I snapped the tip of the arrow off and then felt it get pulled out the other side. I slightly growled, biting back the pain. I glanced to my right and saw Derek as he draped my arm across his shoulders and put his around my back. And then we were moving. Scott ran ahead of us once he realized what we were doing.

But we ran as fast as we could and as long as we could. Eventually Scott stopped and collapsed at the base of a tree. Derek let me go and I fell to my knees, my left hand on the wound. I took a few breaths, feeling my lung and shoulder healing. I turned and looked up at Derek. He was looking toward where we came. Probably looking for more hunters.

Scott was still freaking out, leaning his back into the tree. "Who were they?"

"Hunters," Derek said. "Kind of been hunting us for centuries."

"Us!?" Scott stood. "You! You did this to me!"

"Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something that most people would kill for. The bite is a gift."

"I don't want it." He broke his stare from Derek and looked at me. "And you! You were at my house!"

"Yeah," I coughed. I sat back on my legs. "Trying to prevent this." He scowled at me. I looked up at Derek. He was looking around the woods. "Thanks, by the way." He glanced at me and then looked away. "How'd you know I wasn't the one who killed that girl?"

"Your instinct to protect Scott," he said. "The one who killed that girl, bit Scott, wouldn't have hesitated to just leave him and go find another." I nodded, agreeing with that logic.

"Your eyes," Scott said and I looked at him, "are the same color as the one who bit me."

I nodded. "Yeah. An Alpha."

"So, you're an Alpha."

"Luna," Derek said, glancing down at me. "Female Alphas are hard to come by," he started walking away. "Even harder to trust."