AN: This chapter is more of an introductory to what's happening in Beacon Hills since the end of season 2. Let me know if you think I got the interaction between Scott and Stiles right. Also there are lots of 'Stiles gets turned into a werewolf' stories out there…. This is not one of them.

Chapter 1

12 hours earlier

Stiles blared the horn obnoxiously knowing exactly what he was doing to Scott's delicate werewolf ears. He could almost imagine Scott's wince and corresponding growl as he hurried to meet Stiles outside in his jeep.

'Hey if you're going to be late, you have to be prepared for the consequences', Stiles thought with a malicious chuckle. It may have been a bit mean, but Stiles deserved some payback after what he had to put up with over the last three weeks.

An Alpha pack had to arrive in Beacon Hills, just in time to ruin what was supposed to be an epic summer break. After Jackson finally became the werewolf he always wanted to be, Stiles thought they would have at least get a small amount of time without supernatural drama. He had made plans to lie back under the summer sun and just get a hold on the massive changes to his life, which occurred over the last year. He even made training plans; one for Scott to hone his wolf abilities and another for himself so he would make Lacrosse captain in the up-coming school year.

Instead a pack of Alpha werewolves had rocked into town with the intent of judging Derek and his pack. It seemed the noise created firstly by Peter Hales' pyscho revenge trip, and then the whole Matt Daehler revenge trip via kanima had brought out the big wigs of werewolf hierarchy. Werewolves, Stiles knew didn't appreciate loud noises, especially when it risked public exposure and attracted hordes of hunters.

Speaking of werewolves who didn't like loud noises, Scott finally rushed out the door duffel bag slung over his shoulder and a harried look on his face. He was almost at the Jeep when he realized he forgot to lock the door and turned around again. Just for good measure Stiles let his hand slam on the horn again, letting his grin widen when Scott jumped and threw his hand up to cover his ears.

"Dude, lay off the horn." Scott whined as he threw his bag into the back seat and slid into the passenger side. The seat might as well have his name embroidered into it since Scott had claimed it since Stiles first bought the second hand Jeep. A disturbing image of Scott claiming the seat in a slightly more wolfy way flashed across his mind and he involuntarily shuddered. Best friend or not if Scott peed on his car he was being eviscerated.

"Well, you shouldn't have been late." Stiles smirked obnoxiously. In reply Scott just growled and mumbled something along the lines of two-faced jerk.

"You can't really blame me though buddy, remember I'm not supposed to know about their being anything special about you at all. Including super sensitive hearing. I was just selling the role."

"Yeah sure." Scott scoffed, not believing his friend for a second, but understanding where his frustration was coming from.

Scott sighed, he understood because he was just as frustrated with the situation as Stiles. When Derek informed them that there was an Alpha pack in town he was understandably annoyed. Since he became a werewolf it really was one thing after another. It had been decided by majority vote – Stiles had been against the idea, that they should keep all humans out of it. It seemed one of the golden rules of werewolf society was to keep humans in the dark and not attract hunters. The Hales were doing a great job of demolishing both these staples with their escapades.

To keep them safe Stiles, Mrs. McCall and Lydia had to pretend they knew nothing about werewolves. Stiles was particularly worried about Lydia because if the Alpha pack found out she had been bitten by an Alpha and not only survived but didn't turn into a werewolf she would be killed immediately. Derek said something about the idea of someone being immune, mortally offending the uptight Alphas.

Scott like usual was particularly worried about Allison. The Argents had a very different story they were required to sell. Neither party wanted a full-blown war to break out between the Alpha pack and the Argents. The Argents were the most famous werewolf hunters in the business and not even the tippy top of werewolf hierarchy wanted to battle them. All the Argents had to do was show they were following the code and that they had dealt with their members who did not and nothing would escalate. The problem came with Allison. Granted she didn't kill anyone, but for a while she had strayed from the road of sanity and thrown the code to the wayside. Oh and their was also the fact she had been in a relationship with Scott to cover up. Basically most werewolves and especially the Alpha pack frowned upon relationships between wolves and humans. A relationship between a werewolf and a hunter would probably cause one of them to have a stroke.

They were all in this juggling act of lies together. The cooperation was a nice change, but Stiles knew it was only a matter of time before the lies came crashing down around them. Hopefully he was just being his usual pessimistic self, unfortunately the stone of anxiety that had settled in his stomach said otherwise.

"Come on Scott, can you tell me what's going on at least? Surely they can't be listening in while we're driving? When does Derek expect them to be leaving?" Stiles had been starved of information for weeks. There was no way he way he was passing up this opportunity to interrogate his best friend.

"Yeah we should be safe to talk while we're driving, but don't talk about werewolves or anything anywhere else ok. You know how good my hearing is, and they're Alphas theirs is like a hundred times better."

"I still find it creepy, knowing that there are a bunch of werewolves out there who's sole purpose at the moment is to spy on the town." Stiles said, shuddering even as he thought about it. He could almost feel their red eyes boring into his back.

"You're telling me… At least you didn't have to meet them."

Stiles slammed his foot down on the brake coming to a screeching stop. Unfortunately they were still on a main road, which was brought to his attention by the outraged beeping of cars behind him. Granted it was a bit of an overreaction but anyone who knew Stiles knew he overreacted to everything.

"Stiles!" Scott yelled partly in exasperation and partly in actual fear of his life.

"Sorry…Sorry, but seriously you met the Alpha pack. What happened, what did they do?" Stiles rambled as he restarted the jeep moving down the road. His mind was rapidly producing colourful images of what he imagined a pack of Alphas were like. In every one of them they were terrifying.

Scott had to give it to him, because he had been left out of the loop for the last three weeks but Stiles' enthusiasm made him slightly apprehensive. "It was intimidating – that was for sure, but they really just asked questions about Peter, the Argents and the kanima. They didn't wolf out when I was there - except for their eyes, but they had this kind of power about them. It was way stronger than what I've felt from Peter or Derek. I would have done anything they ordered. "

Stiles felt himself cringe involuntarily at Scott's description. Suddenly he was a lot happier to be left out of the loop if it meant a bunch of menacing Alphas didn't interrogate him. "How did you get around the fact they can hear when you're lying?"

"With difficulty… I had to only tell parts of the truth. Luckily Derek and Isaac showed up before they started on any questions that were too in depth and would force me to lie. It was a close call; I had to tell them you were with me in the woods when I first got bitten though. Luckily Derek interrupted right when I think they were about to ask if you knew about me."

Stiles gulped, "Remind me to thank him." In all truthfulness though, Stiles was impressed. Scott may have failed a number of classes last year but he wasn't an idiot – well not all the time. Stiles knew how difficult it was to spin stories around crazy situations with even a semblance of the truth. Obviously he wasn't very good at it because he was quite sure his Dad didn't believed a word out of his mouth anymore, so kudos on Scott for deceiving a pack of Alphas who can tell when you are lying.

"Good news though; Derek heard they were leaving after the full moon next week."

"Thank-god the muscles in my shoulders have been so tense just thinking about their beady red eyes watching me everywhere."

Scott laughed at Stiles' ability to trivialize even the most serious of situations.

"But seriously dude, are you sure that's it? I mean our adventures with the supernatural usually turn out a bit more…. violent then this." Stiles couldn't help but have reservations about the fact the pack came into town to judge them but left without doing anything.

Scott just shrugged he was the eternal optimist to Stiles' pessimistic nature, "I don't know maybe they really were just coming into town to see what the commotion has been about recently. Maybe they didn't find anything out that made them want to maim or kill. Jackson's no longer a kanima, there is a truce with the Argents – kind of, and well Peter at least doesn't have any serial killer tendencies at the moment - because everyone on his death list is already dead, but still maybe that's enough for the Alpha pack."

Stiles cast a sidelong look at his friend grasping at straws. "I hope you're right Scott. I don't think you are, but I hope you're right. You know we have terrible luck, why would it suddenly change now and let the deadly pack of Alphas come to town just for a sight-seeing holiday." Stiles didn't want to be the downer – he wanted the happy drama free summer, but Scott needed to be careful around the Alphas. He needed his head back in reality. They were still in an incredibly dangerous situation until the Alpha pack actually left.

The rest of the car ride was spent on more common topics such as the new James Bond movie, but an air of solemnity had settled over the car that even the best friends usual bantering couldn't break. Just as Stiles was pulling up to the veterinary to drop Scott at work his phone went off. Stiles didn't mind being the taxi service for the day – he had actually offered, because it meant he finally got to hear what was happening on the supernatural side of Beacon Hills. Stiles' curiosity lead him to do many things he would have preferred not to, driving Scott was by far not the worst of them.

Scott had a worried look on his face when he came up from reading his text, "Well I guess you're off the hook tonight. Derek said the Alphas want to talk to me again so he's giving me a lift."

"Ah dude, that doesn't sound good." It felt to Stiles like the other shoe was finally about to drop.

"I'm sure it will be fine." Scott didn't sound very convinced. His optimism it seemed had its limits. "Man I'm late, I'll tell you what happens tomorrow, alright."

"Oh, so you want another free lift to work in my beautiful Jeep tomorrow as well."

Stiles could only laugh when Scott grabbed his bag and turned what were now literally his puppy dog eyes onto full blast conniving power. "Well if you're not doing anything, and you want to hear what happens tonight?"

"Fine, fine I'll even buy a black drivers cap to add to the service."

"Thanks Stiles, see you tomorrow morning at 11." As Scott ran into Dr. Deacon's surgery, Stiles sighed. He didn't like being left out of the loop because it made him worry even more than he usually did. His ADHD addled mind couldn't stop the visions every night of Scott in danger, or injured… or worse. He was worrying so much he decided to grow his hair out just so he would have something to grip onto and relieve his stress. He even worried about Isaac, Erica and Boyd - if he was honest with himself also tiny bit about Derek and Jackson. At least when he knew what was going on, he knew what was going on. His mind didn't create bad scenario after bad scenario each one worse than the last to make up for the gaps in his knowledge.

And so with the maelstrom of worried thoughts circling through his head, Stiles never noticed the determined figure walk up to his car while he was stopped at a red light. He did notice when the man got into his car and grabbed his arm though.

Stiles gave an unfortunately girlish squeal in surprise and was just about to jump out the drivers side, when the man's eyes turned red. He had just been car jacked by an Alpha. 'Hello other shoe' Stiles thought as he was told where to drive under the threat of pain – lots of pain. He didn't think directions to his own doom would need a GPS but it seems he was wrong.


Next chapter is going to be in Scotts point of view. We'll be going to the immediate lead up and events of the prologue. After that things start getting really interesting. Let me know what you think? What you think is going to happen? What you want to happen? Basically anything... just let me know.