Alrighty here is Omega part 2! Only cause I did part.1 already. But seriously, no more updates until May 2! Honestly, when I first began writing out this season I realized there were a lot things I could've done differently in season 1, but oh well. Anyways on with the show. Enjoy!

Scott and Stiles were at school when Stiles told him what she had found the night before.

"Dude, he ate the liver?" Scott asked in appalled manner. Stiles shook her head at her friend's stupidity.

"I didn't say it was eaten, it was missing. Even if he did it's not that bad. It's the most nutritious part of the body."

Scott squinted up his face in disgust. Eating someone's internal organs is quite gross if you asked him. "I never ate anyone's liver." He pointed out.

"And that's because you're such a great role model of self-control when it comes to werewolves," Stiles replied with sarcasm, "Actually, you're the test case for this, we should be going over what happened to you."

Scott gave her a confused look. "What do you mean?"

"Like what was going through your mind when you turned."

"Allison." Scott said simply. Stiles rolled her eyes. Of course, that was the answer she was going to get.

"Okay, nothing else? Seriously?" She shook her head in disappointment.

"Nothing else mattered. But isn't that a good thing for you though? I mean Landon was with you that night." Scott asked her. He didn't know how Stiles felt about Derek nor did she want him to know.

"Yeah, well it wasn't me he was thinking about-" A Porsche pulled up beside them and Jackson got out the car. He had this 'I'm the shit' vibe going on. He even ignored them as he walked by. "It was Jackson." She finished.

Jackson was in such a good mood that he gave a homeless man a dollar before he called campus security on him.

They managed to corner Jackson in the hallway and questioned him about Landon's disappearance.

"If he wanted to take a naked trike around the woods why should I care?" He asked them.

"We think he maybe, you know turning." Scott told him.

"Turning?" Jackson gave them a confused look.

"Yeah. Turning." Scott told him.

"Into?" Stiles gave him a look and folded her arms.

"A unicorn," She replied with sarcasm and without a missing a beat, "What do you think, dumbass?"

"Well, even if he was turning he isn't the one with the problem." Jackson told her.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked.

"Let's just say that when I was with Landon he was quite the clawer. So what do you think he could do with some real claws, huh?" Jackson, then walked away from them.

They were now in chemistry class taking a pop quiz, but Stiles couldn't keep her mouth shut.

"As much as I hate to admit it, but Jackson's right." She whispered.

"I know." Scott replied.

"What if the next part he takes is from someone who is still alive?" That was when Mr. Harris called her out.

"This is a pop quiz, Ms. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of your high school career."

"Can you do that?" She questioned.

"Well, there it is again. Your voice triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at 3:00 for detention. You too, Mr. McCall?"

"No, sir." Scott replied quickly. They both went back to their quiz. Danny who was sitting next Jackson noticed that Jackson was having a nosebleed.

"Dude–your nose. You okay?" Danny asked. Without even answering his friend's Jackson bolted.

In the bathroom Jackson attempted to try and stop the blood from coming out of his system. But it wasn't working. Somehow, Derek had managed to show up and see what was causing Jackson's heart rate to increase. Derek noted the black blood coming out of Jackson's ear and told him that his body was rejecting the bite and he had no idea why.

Allison and Stiles were by her locker, when a random student talked to her.

"Nice dress." He told Allison, who gave off a shy smile.

"Nice camera." She told him. He gave her a smirk, but behind them two classmates of theirs began talking about Kate Argent. Both pretended not to notice, but they also couldn't ignore what was being said

"Not her sister, her aunt. The one who murdered all those people." The girl named Harley said. Her friend who stood beside her responded back.

"You mean the crazy bitch who killed all those people?"

"Yeah, the fire, all those animal attacks–it was her aunt."

"Are you kidding? I sit next to her in English."

"Find a new seat." With that they walked away. Allison gave Stiles a distressed look.

"Look forget them alright, you're nothing like your aunt and they are complete dumbasses. Scott and I will be there, you know hiding." Stiles told her. Allison gave her a small smile and headed towards the funeral. While, Stiles headed to her detention sentence.

She had been staring at the clock the entire time. She hated being forced to sit in one place for long. Once hit the hour mark, Stiles began to leave. But Harris stopped her.

"Sit."

"What, but it's been an hour." She whined.

"My detention's an hour and a half." He told her smoothly. That was a complete total lie and she called him out on it.

"You can't do that."

"I can and will. Since your father was so judicious in his dealings with me, I've decided to make you my personal project for the rest of the semester. You are going to benefit from all the best that strict discipline has to offer. Now sit down, before I decide to keep you here all night."

"I'm starting to wish that the Alpha actually got you." She mumbled to herself.

"What was that?"

"Nothing." She replied and sat back down with her head on the table.

There were a lot of reporters at the funeral. All of them trying to question the Argents as the police force held them back. The mysterious student was there and he managed to sneak pass them and take pictures, but it wasn't until a mysterious old man took the camera and destroyed the memory card. Scott saw the whole thing and got an uneasy vibe from him. Upon, listening Scott learned that the man was Allison's grandfather Gerard Argent.

"Who the hell is that?" Stiles appeared out of nowhere and stooped down to Scott.

"Allison's grandfather and he's definitely an Argent." Scott informed her. His voice filled with dread.

"Hey, you know, maybe they're just here for the funeral. I mean, there's an off chance of them being the non-hunting side right?"

Scott shook his head. He knew better. "I know what they are. They're reinforcements." It was then when both of them got caught by the Sheriff and were placed in the cruiser.

4–1–5 Adam. Dispatch radioed in.

The Sheriff who sat in the front radioed back.

"I didn't copy that. Did you say 4–1–5 Adam?" Scott gave Stiles a confused look.

"Disturbance in a car." She informed him.

They both listened in on the call until they found out the location of the incident. Something had hit an ambulance and there was body at the scene. Both snuck out the cruiser before the Sheriff even noticed.

Once, they got to the scene. They remained hidden in the woods.

"What the hell is Landon doing?" Stiles asked. The scene wasn't a pretty sight. There indeed was a body, but it seemed to be all clawed up and blood was everywhere. It remained them both of what had happened in the school bus.

"I have no idea." Scott admitted.

"What kept you from doing that, was it Allison?"

Scott nodded his head and sniffed the air. He had picked a scent.

"Do you need to get closer?" She asked him. Scott shook his head. "Okay, just find him so we can figure out with the hell is going on." Scott gave a nod and wolf- ran towards the scent. Only it wasn't Landon that he ran into.

"You're not Landon." He said to what seemed to be another wolf. The wolf bolted. "Wait!"

Scott chased the werewolf down the creek, but the wolf wasn't slowing down. In fact, he got caught in a trip wire. Scott attempted to help him, until Derek appeared out of nowhere. He pulled Scott away from the wolf and hid them behind a tree.

"Wait! Stop! What are you doing? I can help him." Scott protested.

"No you can't. They are already here." Derek told him. It was then, that Scott noticed a group of hunters surrounding the wolf. It was none other than Allison's dad, Chris Argent.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?" Chris questioned.

"Nothing. Nothing, I swear" The wolf responded. It seemed that he managed to turn back into his human form.

"You're not from here, are you?"

"No, I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here. That's all. Look, I didn't do anything. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't, I swear."

It was then that Allison's grandfather appeared. Scott got a sinister feeling from the man.

"The lone wolf! An Omega. Possible kicked out of it's pack or maybe it chose to be alone. Stupid choice really. An Omega rarely survives– On his own." Gerard explained he wield out a sword. "Watch and learn boys." The sword came down slicing the Omega in half. Scott tried to look away from the scene, but Derek forced him to watch.

"Look at them! You see what they do? This is why you need me. Why we need each other. The only way to fight them is together." He told Scott.

"What are they doing?"

"Declaring war."

Once Chris and Gerard were alone Chris opened up to his silence.

"We have a code." He reminded him. Gerard looked at him with fire in his eyes.

"Not when they murder my daughter. No code. Not anymore. From now on, these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half." Gerard told him.

"I don't care if they're wounded and weak."

Jackson was at home in his bed and the bleeding wouldn't stop.

"Or seemingly harmless– begging for their life with the promise that they will never, ever hurt anyone."

Scott and Allison are in the woods. They are embraced into each other's arms.

"Or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they're getting into."

Isaac met up with Derek at abandon train station.

"We even go after their loved ones. Doesn't matter anymore. They already chose a side."

Back at the crime scene Stiles noticed a person walking out of the woods. It's Landon and he was completely terrified.

"We find them. We kill them. We kill them all."