Arianna Le Fay: I won't give away too much, but Angela is gonna have more than one love interest throughout the story. For now though... she's not talking to anyone... but if she were, she wouldn't stray too far from someone familiar ;) if you really wanna know what I'm planning for her love life, feel free to send me a message :):)

BlueBloodsSVUOrder: Glad you enjoyed the first chapter, hope this instalment is as good as the last!

Bamby

I walked in front of the bleachers on the lacrosse field, on the opposite side of where Scott and Stiles were taking a seat to get ready for practice. The worried looks on their faces told me something was up, which obviously made me a little concerned.

"Scott," I spoke low so no one around me would hear, but Scott would. Perks of having werewolf hearing.

He looked up and across the field, our eyes meeting.

"What's going on?"

"There was another werewolf in the locker room," he told me, also keeping his voice low.

Coming to a stop, I frowned, confused and skeptical. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." There was no doubt in his voice.

"Do you know who it was?"

"No. But I'm gonna figure it out."

"How?"

"One on one during practice," he answered as Coach blew the whistle.

"Let's go! Line it up!" Coach ordered, getting everyone to move. "Faster. Make daddy proud."

Watching Scott, I felt my skepticism turn to concern as he slipped into the goals and turned to the other team players. Already I could see where this was going… and it looked like a horrible idea.

Coach blew the whistle again, throwing the ball to the first guy. The aim of the exorcise was to score a goal… but Scott wasn't going to let that happen.

The second the first person stated running, Scott was charging at him. He ran past the defender, and shoved into the runner, knocking them to the ground. As they lay there, he leaned over and sniffed them.

"McCall!" Coach snapped at my brother. "Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."

"Yes, Coach." Scott nodded as he jogged back into place.

Only when the next person run, Scott did the exact same thing. In fact, he did it with every player.

"Oh, God." Shaking my head, I looked away from my brother as I watched the rest of the team, trying to use my own senses to figure out who it might be.

As my eyes looked over each player, I felt someone else's eyes on me… Following my instincts, my head turned in the direction of the stare and met their gaze.

Derek.

He stood in the tree line of the surrounding woods. No one else would be able to see them, if they even tried to look, but I could. It was like my eyes were glued to him, always drawn to that dark look in those piercing eyes.

The sound of the whistle blowing pulled my focus away from Derek and to Coach.

"McCall!" he snapped at Scott again. "You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs till you die," he warned as Scott got off Danny and moved back into his place. "It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide. Got it?"

"Yes, Coach."

Choosing to ignore Derek, I looked to the team again, and this time I found what I was looking for.

It was like I could sense the other werewolf's energy. The rage sweeping off them had a distinctive scent. The sound of his hard and heavy breathing hit my ears just as they would if he was standing right beside me. The light growl that rumbled through his chest seemed to vibrate through the ground and towards me.

His name was Issac Lahey. I didn't know him well, but I knew of him. He was a part of the team, so I'd seen him around. Though there was never any reason for me to pay him any attention… until now.

Standing next in line and in front of Stiles, Issac's eyes met Scott's. I looked to both boys and noticed that they could both tell. Scott didn't need to smell Issac, he'd figured it out.

The whistle blew again, and they were off. Running hard, both didn't hold back as they charged into each other, and unlike everyone else, Issac managed to turn himself so he landed on his hands and knees with Scott, instead of on his back like everyone else.

Looking up to meet each other's gaze, from where I could see both pairs of eyes were glowing.

"Crap..."

Coach blew his whistle, snapping them out of it. What followed was the sound of a voice coming through a police radio.

Scott, Issac and I all looked to see Sheriff Stilinski and two other deputies headed towards the team.

"Crap."

…

"His father's dead," Scott told Stiles, who wasn't able to hear Issac and the police talking.

I now stood with my brother and best friend, listening as Coach and the cops talked to Issac, explaining the situation. It wasn't looking good.

The moment I realised what was happening, I tried looking for Derek again, but even before I'd tried searching for him I knew he was gone. I hated how attuned I was to his presence.

"They think he was murdered," Scott added.

"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asked.

Scott shook his head, looking to Stiles. "I'm not sure, why?"

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours," Stiles explained.

I tensed, hearing what he wasn't saying. "Which means he's gonna be locked up during the full moon. And there is no way in hell a holding cell is going to keep him locked up."

Understanding the severity of the situation, Scott turned to the police and Issac as they started to walk away. "Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"

"Yeah."

"He does."

…

I tapped the heel of my boot against a leg of my chair as I sat in class, looking up at the clock on the wall. Time was slowly ticking by. Too slowly. If I wanted to help Issac- which I did, even though it wasn't my problem- then I had to move fast.

"Hi."

A light frown grew on my brow as I turned to the guy next to me. "Hi?"

Looking at him, watching him, it took just a second to realise that he was checking me out. His eyes were trying to subtly look me up and down, and take in my appearance.

Personally, I didn't even bother looking him over much. There was nothing unattractive about him, but there was nothing eye catching either. Just a normal teenaged boy.

But clearly, he liked what he saw.

Maybe it was my new confidence? Maybe it was the fact that between my black knee-high boots and skirt that fell midthigh, there was some skin showing? Maybe it was because the cherry red shirt was tighter than the usual shirts I wore? Maybe it had something to do with the fact that my hair was curling a little today as it hung down my back? Maybe it was because I was wearing some makeup?

Either way, there was something about me that was drawing his attention… and I wasn't sure how I felt about that. Part of me liked the fact that I looked good, and that I might get enough attention to draw the eye of a potential boyfriend. While the other part of me felt no attraction or interest to the guy, and kinda wished he'd just go back to his work.

He nodded to my outfit. "That's a new look on you."

The words were like a slap to the face. Derek had said the same thing.

Luckily- for him or me I wasn't sure- the bell rang then.

Grabbing my things, I pushed myself out of my seat before he could even blink. Turning, I made my way out of the room and towards the front of the school, hoping to catch Issac before he was carted away.

Unfortunately, by the time I got outside Issac was already being led into the back of the Sheriff's car. He glanced my way for a moment, but I didn't have the time to read his expression before he disappeared into the vehicle.

Lifting my nose in the air and straining my ears for a brief moment, I didn't even have to turn to know who was rushing out of the doors a second later.

"You're too late. They're taking him to the station," I told Scott as he came to stand beside me.

The car's engine revved then, before it drove away. Not even ten seconds later another car came to stop where it had been. Derek's car.

He wound the window down and looked to Scott and me, sunglasses covering his eyes. "Get in."

"Are you serious?" Scott shook his head at the Alpha. "You did that. That's your fault."

I shifted my weight, popping my hip out to the side. My arms folded over my chest as I gave Derek a pointed look. Scott was right, this was Derek's fault.

Derek sighed, "I know that. Now get in the car and help me."

"Help you?" I scoffed. "Like you helped us?"

"No, I've got a better idea." Scott started down the school steps. "I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up."

"Not when they do a real search of the house," Derek countered.

Coming to stop next to Scott, my brows creased in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse. A lot worse." Leaning over, Derek opened the passenger door. "Get in."

Gritting my teeth, I grabbed Scott's jacket and shoved him forward slightly. "Just, do it."

He climbed into the back seat and I got into the front, before Derek drove off down the road, speeding away from the school.

…

"If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?" Scott asked Derek as the three of us snuck around the Lahey house.

Technically, we weren't supposed to be here. It was a crime scene. We were breaking the law. But if we wanted to figure out what was going on, and how to help Issac, then we had to do some snooping.

Derek shrugged beside me. "I don't know yet."

"Then how do you know he's telling the truth?"

"Because I trust my senses," Derek answered my brother before giving the back of his head a knowing look. "And it's a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell."

I had to hold back both an eye roll and a chuckle. The first was because of Derek's insistence to guide and train Scott and I in the hopes we'd join his pack, while using that superior Alpha tone he'd recently picked up. The second was because of Scott's reaction. He wasn't aware that Derek had been watching the practice today… but I was.

"You saw the lacrosse thing today," Scott realised, slowly coming to stop.

"Yeah." Derek gave a simple nod.

"Did it look that bad?"

"Yeah," Derek answered again, just as shortly and simply as he lifted a hand to grasp Scott's shoulder.

I tensed at the sight of his hand on my brother's shoulder. The mere thought of him touching him made me twitch with anger. Derek had no right. He wasn't our friend. He wasn't our 'brother'. And he certainly wasn't our Alpha.

Sensing my discomfort, Derek lowered his hand and picked up his pace, moving towards a door that sat under the stairs. Scott and I followed, watching as he opened the door and stood there, waiting for us, his eyes on Scott.

"You wanna learn?" He shrugged as Scott moved to peak through the door and into the basement, shining the light down the stairs. "Let's start now."

Moving hesitantly, Scott stepped into the doorway. "What's down there?"

"Motive," Derek answered as Scott started down. He didn't move though, instead he gestured for me to go first.

With a roll of my eyes, unimpressed by his chivalry and manners, I walked passed him and through the doorway, following Scott down into the dark and dank basement.

"And what are we looking for?"

I didn't think it would be right of me to correct Scott. This was his lesson, not mine. The instant I'd stepped into the basement I could feel the fear and anxiety and rage. I could hear shouts and screams and cries, like lost echoes bouncing off the walls. I could smell the animosity and turmoil. I could sense the abuse.

"Follow your senses," Derek said from the top of the stairs, his words directed at Scott.

As my feet landed on the ground, I took the lead. It wasn't intentional. I didn't mean to take away anything from Scott- if I did. I just couldn't stop myself from moving further into the darkness, both the shadows and the violence.

"What happened down here?" Scott asked, his voice unsure and uncomfortable, as if he could feel everything, but didn't know if he should trust his senses yet.

"The kind of thing that leaves an impression." Derek's voice floated down to us, surrounding us.

A free sat off in the distance. It happened to be exactly where my feet were leading me as I continued to fall further and further into the terror of what happened down here.

Coming to a stop by the idle machine, I ran my hand over the lid without touching it. The air above it vibrated with hate and guilt and confusion and fear. My stomach flipped and my heart tightened in my chest, to the point of pain.

Scott stood next to me now, looking at the machine. He could feel a part of what I was experiencing. He could tell something horrible had happened here. His fingers brushed the unlocked padlock resting on the latch that was in place to hold the lid down.

A light flashed on beside us, making both Scott and I jump.

Derek didn't even blink, his eyes on the freezer. Then he looked up to meet Scott's gaze and gave one short nod as he said two simple words. "Open it."

I sucked in a breath as Scott did as he was told.

He took the lock out of its place before grasping and lifting the freezer's lid, revealing the inside of the machine.

Everything I'd sensed before came rushing at my face like a speeding train. It was like it had been locked away, inside the machine, sitting and marinating in the misery and pain and distress that had been soaked into the machine's sides.

Claw marks lined every surface, etched into the metal like scars of horror.

Pulling back, I had to turn and grab onto the foundation of the building for my own support. My head was spinning, Issac's cries for help and screams of fear filling my ears. The wrathful actions, intentions and thoughts of his father swimming around me, taunting me.

Unaware of what was happening to me, Scott continued to focus on the machine in front of him, and the things he could sense from it. "This is why he said yes to you?"

"Everyone wants power," Derek noted simply.

"If we help you, then you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into werewolves."

"I can if they're willing."

"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?"

"Yes, and he still asked."

"Then he's an idiot."

"And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter," Derek noted. There was a pause before he went on. "Yeah. I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out?"

I couldn't deny the fact that Scott's and Allison's relationship caused me worry. It put Scott in unnecessary danger. It could get him killed. It could get both of us killed. It was a risk I wasn't sure how much longer I was willing to let him take.

But for the moment, I was unable to say anything. The force of the past in the room was still whirling around me, sickly strong and powerful. Pressing on my head and chest, suffocating me.

"With me, you learn how to use all of your senses," Derek told Scott, once again trying to explain why we apparently needed him. "With me, you learn control. Even on a full moon."

Derek's words were a reminder to my situation and everything else that was happening outside this room. I lifted my hand, seeing my claws extended. I ran my tongue over my teeth, feeling my fangs threatening to reveal themselves.

Usually I had some semblance of control. But with all the negativity in the room draining me, I could feel my control slipping with each passing second.

"I-I-I can't-"

"Angie?"

"Angela?"

Both Scott and Derek turned to me then, finally realising the pain and discomfort I was in.

"I… I can't. I can't do this." Shaking my head, I grasped the foundation harder, digging my claws into them, feeling the floor tilt underneath my feet.

Hands were there in an instant, grabbing me, holding me up, keeping me steady. Even through the haze of everything, I could tell whose hands they were. Derek's.

Later, I would scold myself. But in that instant, I welcomed his touch and comfort. I was thankful for his help. I didn't want him to let go. I didn't want him to ever let go.

"She can't stay here," Scott noted, somehow understanding what was happening to me. "You have to take her. Get her out of here."

Without a word, Derek wrapped an arm around my waist and pressed me against his side before he began to lead us towards the stairs and the exit, taking each step slowly and carefully for my own sake.

Just when we were about to climb the stairs, Scott spoke up again.

"Wait," he called, getting Derek to pause for a moment. "We're not part of your pack. But I want him out. He's my responsibility too."

"Why? Because he's one of us?"

"Because he's innocent," Scott and I answered at the same time, his voice strong and determined, mine shaky yet understanding.

…

The moment I was out of the basement, I felt better. The second I was outside, in the fresh air, I was fine. So much so, I'd stepped and turned away from Derek, already hating myself for being so weak and needing him so much.

Stiles had picked the two of us up around the corner, and driven us to the police station, where we were now parked, the three of us sitting in his Jeep.

"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office," Stiles explained. "The problem is getting past the front desk."

I turned to the window that looked into the front room of the station. Inside was an officer, on duty and moving about, flicking through papers and trying to keep busy. Oh… and it was a woman.

Derek shrugged. "I'll distract her." He reached for his door to get out.

Grabbing Derek's shoulder, Stiles stopped him from leaving the vehicle. "Whoa, whoa, whoa- you? You're not going in there." He paused, seeing Derek glare at his hand which still held the Alpha's jacket. His hand quickly let him go. "I'm taking my hand off."

Once he was free, Derek shifted slightly so he was facing Stiles again. "I was exonerated."

"You're still a person of interest," Stiles noted.

"An innocent person," Derek countered.

"An- you?" Stiles gave a short and disbelieving laugh. "Yeah, right!"

Rolling my eyes, wanting to stay on point, I spoke up, "What's your plan, Derek?"

"To… distract her," he told me simply, not giving us anything else.

"Uh-huh." Stiles nodded, clearly wanting more- though I knew we weren't getting it. "How? By punching her in the face?"

"By talking to her," Derek elaborated, with a 'duh' tone.

"Okay, all right. Give us a sample. What are you gonna open with?" Stiles asked, before waiting for a response. Of course, he got none. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

Thinking about it for a moment, Derek then shrugged. "I'm thinking about punching you in the face."

"Oh my God." Shaking my head, agitation and impatience growing, I shoved at both of their shoulders. "Let's just get this done, before the Argents get here and kill Issac, or he gets out and kills anyone."

…

Stiles and I waited around the corner, hidden, listening and waiting as Derek walked into the front room and over to the front desk so he could 'distract' the officer there.

"Good evening, how can I help…" looking up from the papers she'd been reading, the officer's words faltered for a moment before she finished her sentence, "you?"

Poking my head around the corner, I couldn't believe what I was seeing.

Derek smiled. A rare, bright, charming smile. "Hi."

I could barely contain the growl rumbling inside my chest as I watched the two of them exchange conversation.

"Hi." She smiled back.

"Um, I had a question," he started, before hesitating a moment, smile still in place. "Um, sorry I'm a little- a little thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone-"

"Like me?"

"Oh, I was gonna say 'so incredibly beautiful' but, yeah, I guess that'd be the same thing."

Stiles grabbed my arm and pulled me along then. With the officer quite clearly distracted, it was easy for us to slip passed her and into Sheriff Stilinski's office.

We moved to the lockbox, both of us knowing where it was because of how familiar we were with the office. I waited a step or so behind, keeping an eye out just in case, while Stiles while Stiles moved to get the keys we needed.

I listened to him enter the code. But nothing followed. He tried again, only this time, something sounded off. He paused a moment, reaching for the edge of the lockbox… the cover slipped into his hand. It was empty inside.

"They're here." My claws extended instinctively. "Stay here. I'll find them."

"Don't you think you should tell Der-"

Before he could finish the sentence, I turned to glare at Stiles, flashing my eyes at him. He fell silent, and gave a nod in surrender, his eyes falling to the ground.

Turning away, I started to follow my senses, letting them lead me in what I hoped was the direction of whoever the Argents had sent. It didn't take me long to pick up the smell of blood.

Following the scent, I moved through the halls, trying to find where the source was coming from… it wasn't until I came to a smear and small puddle of blood that I realised I'd been going in the wrong direction. That I'd been led astray…

It was about then that the fire alarm began to ring.

Running as fast as I could, I moved through the hallways and towards the cellblock. Nearing the doorway, I slid into the room, and came to a crashing halt as I watched a changed Issac grab an officer- who I assumed was the imposing hunter- and throw him against the wall.

Stiles- who hadn't noticed my presence- scrambled across the floor, on his hands and knees, moving to the other side of the room, trying to get as much distance between himself and Issac as possible. But the werewolf still turned to him, as if drawn to the scent of a weak and vulnerable human.

Acting out of pure instinct, I put myself in front of Issac, at the same time as I let my claws and fangs extend, and my eyes glow their golden yellow. I may not have changed to the extent that he had, but I still held a power and aura about me that caused Issac to pause… for a moment.

With his attention now on me, I barely had a second before the wild and uncontrollable werewolf stalked towards me.

I tried to dodge his attack, but he seemed to anticipate the move, his lack of control increasing his animal senses. Moving with ease and great strength, he grabbed and squeezed my throat, before pressing me against the wall. He lifted me off the ground, sliding me up the wall to the point where my toes could barely brush the floor.

Just as I was about to find a way to break free, knowing his tightening grip would soon do some damage, Issac was suddenly pulled away from me.

Derek grabbed my shoulder and held me behind him protectively, as he shoved Issac away, letting a loud and bone shaking roar out. Even I cowered a little, gripping onto Derek's jacket without a thought.

The power and control that vibrated through him made me want to submit completely and absolutely… well, almost.

Issac though, he felt the full force of it. He cowered back and onto the ground, pressing himself against the wall as he tried to hide and make himself as small as possible. All the while he turned back into his human form, the force of Derek's roar scaring his cells back into place.

"How did you do that?" Stiles' shaking voice asked from behind Derek and me.

Still keeping me behind him protectively, Derek turned enough to glance at Stiles. "I'm the Alpha."

Bamby