So another chapter! Hope you guys enjoy!

If you still haven't read Walking these Gray Roads Finding Friends on the way I do suggest you read it. This chapter starts referencing a bit of the gray roads.

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf.


Scott woke up disoriented. He frowned and rubbed the back of his head reflexively and looked at Stiles who was leaning over him.

"What happened?" he said.

"You don't remember?" asked Stiles sounding worried.

"I remember the alpha howl," he said, "and you were talking to me but then nothing."

"Oh," said Stiles relieved, "That would be because Isaac knocked you out. Don't worry we did the same to Boyd."

Scott grimaced but gave a reassuring look to Isaac. "What happened to Boyd?' he asked instead.

"Same alpha," said Stiles, helping Scott to sit up. "So you aren't feeling murderous or anything right? Cause you know I'd like a warning before you kill me."

"No," replied Scott, "I feel fine." Then he frowned. "Where's Allison?"

"She and Derek went after the alpha," Erica told him and then Isaac had to leap to hold Scott down as he shot up in alarm.

"Relax," said Lydia in her most cutting voice, "They aren't stupid. They aren't' going to engage him. Just make it hard for him to kill whomever he was going to kill. Although I think it's a faint chance that they'll be successful."

Scott didn't look reassured but Stiles gripped his shoulder and said, "She'll be okay man. She can take care of herself and Derek won't let anything happen to her."

Scott signed and then deliberately relaxed against the couch.

"Anyone heard from then though?" he asked. Isaac shook his head but told him it wasn't surprising. Scott shook his head distractedly and rubbed behind his neck.

"I don't like how that felt," he said referring to earlier, "But I think I will be able to resist him better now that he won't take me by surprise."

"Well that's good to know" said Jackson snidely. Scott turned to get a good look at Jackson and frowned at what he saw. Jackson frowned back at him in confusion but Scott ignored it, closed his eyes and took a couple of deep breaths and Stiles felt some of the tension leak out of Scott's frame and consequently out of the pack. Jackson looked relieved, his body relaxing automatically and then looked startled as he understood what Scott had done. Scott examined him again and nodded in satisfaction and slumped down in the couch.

A few seconds later though, all the wolves, plus the kanima, perked up because the camero was retuning. A few minutes later Allison and Derek were heading up to the loft.

Allison came in first and let out a relieved sigh to see Scott up and alright. Scott let out a similar sigh to see her back safe and went over to her catching her in his arms and holding tight.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"Yeah, yeah," Allison hurried to assure him, "Are you?"

He nodded and then focused on Derek coming in behind her. Derek gave him an assessing look and then a faint nod.

"What happened?" asked Stiles impatiently.

"We were almost too late," said Allison, "We found his last victim alive but the alpha was already gone. It was one of the bus drivers."

"Couldn't you have followed the trail from the bus?" asked Erica.

Derek shook his head. "The trail ended there. He went into the gray roads right after."

"Damn," muttered Jackson, "We'll never catch him in there."

"And it's probably why no one has either," Lydia said.

"Do you think he's done?" asked Isaac.

"Not if he finds out that the driver is still alive," said Allison.

"Well we can't let that happen," said Scott.

"Plus we don't know if he would stop there. Suppose he is really just killing randomly," Erica pointed out.

"Lydia and I will have to get on that fast."

"If the bus driver lives we could question him," Isaac said, "Maybe get a face or even a name if he might have known him."

"I'll do that," said Scott, "I can get into the hospital and no one will question me if I'm wandering around. They'll just assume I'm looking for my mom."

"Allison can't you track down a werewolf in the gray roads?" asked Jackson.

Allison hesitated and then nodded. "But I'm not that good at it," she said.

"Derek, Allison and I can go," Jackson said, "I doubt he'll be able to kill me."

"But you're pretty close to psychopathic on a normal basis," Sites told him, "How are you going to keep it together if he tries to pull you?"

Jackson's eyes darkened and he stiffly used his chin to point at Derek. But Derek shook his head.

"Me and you won't be able to take him," Derek said, "Not even with backup, not in the gray roads. Besides Allison won't be able to find him. Alphas have the ability to make a pack den in the gray roads. It's off the roads but connected to them and usually links to a territory. If Beacon Hills is his territory he could hide in the pack den until he needs to come out. We won't be able to find it or get in."

"Fabulous," said Erica sarcastically, "Just great."

Derek glared but shrugged his shoulders. "Let's hope we get something out of the bus driver."


When Boyd woke later they questioned him about the identity of his alpha but Boyd told them that the man had worn a hoodie when he had spoken to him. He would recognize his voice if he heard it but otherwise he couldn't help them. It was all up to the bus driver.

The next evening found Scott at the hospital. He cradled a bag of takeout intended for his mom in his hands. He went through the front doors, inquired as to where he might find his mother and, on hearing she was at the reception desk on floor three, took the elevator up.

He found his mom at the desk and presented her the food. She was surprised and grateful but looked at him suspiciously for any coming request. When none was forth coming she looked even more suspicious but gave him a half hug over the desk and went off with the food towards the lunch room.

Food delivered and now free from his mom, Scott dived behind the desk for the computer before his mom's replacement came. He soon found the room number of the bus driver and hurried away to the room.

He opened the door cautiously and, finding no one else there, entered and shut the door carefully behind him. He approached the sleeping patient and felt a pang of regret waking the man from his rest. He looked terrible, swathed in bandages and hooked up to many machines.
Scott grimaced but called out: "Hey! Hey! Wake up," as gently as he could. The man on the bed twitched and then moaned.

"Hey, wake up," Scott repeated.

The man moaned again but opened his eyes. HIs eyes fluttered and then opened properly. Then they narrowed in confusion.

"Hi," said Scott rather dumbly, at a bit of a loss on how to continue now that the man was actually awake.

"I, um, I'm here to ask you a few questions about what happened to you. We need to know who attacked you."

The man stared blankly at Scott for a few moments before his eyes widened. He shook his head, too violently for Scott's liking, and said:

"I don't know, I don't know. It was a monster. A monster. Wasn't a man."

"I know," said Scott, "but can you describe him?"

The man stared at Scott, surprised by his answer and then his eyes widened with terror again.

"You're one of them. You're one of them. You're here to kill me!"

"What?!" said Scott startled, "No. No. I don't want to hurt you. I'm trying to find the one who did this to you."

The man stared at Scott for a long time before he relaxed a little, probably by choice, most likely because he was too tired to maintain the stress on his body.

"Werewolf," he said, "Looked like an animal, not a man. Wanted to kill me, wanted to kill me." HIs eyes drifted off to the side and he was obviously reliving the attack. His heartbeat skyrocketed and machines began wailing.

Scott was torn between wanting to calm the man and knowing he had to get out of there. Finally he ran. The nurses would take care of him.


"He was animalistic," said Scott to the others, "Just like he was when he bit me. So no name, no face."

"Darn," said Stiles.

"He didn't remember anything else?" asked Allison.

"There was something strange," said Scott, "He knew about werewolves. He knew it was a werewolf who had attacked him," said Scott frowning.

"What?" said Derek, frowning, "He knew it was a werewolf?"

"Yeah," said Scott, " he thought I was a werewolf coming to kill him."

"How would he know about us?" asked Derek.

"Maybe he knew someone who was one," said Stiles quirking an eyebrow humorously, half indicating himself.

"Or," said Isaac looking to Allison, "Maybe he knew hunters. Maybe he was one."

"No," said Allison, "He wasn't. But you're right in that he might have known hunters. Sometimes hunters get help from those people who know about the preternatural. Maybe he was one of those."

"Can't anyone be nice for once?" complained Erica. "Even the bus drivers are evil."

"Can't argue with you there," said Stiles sighing.

"He's not evil," protested Scott.

"If he's helping hunters kill werewolves, he's an enemy," said Derek, eyes darkening.

"Maybe he's just trying to protect the people he loves," Scott shot back, "And with an alpha running around killing people. You can kinda see why."

"So you would rather they kills us?" Derek snapped back.

"Nobody wants anybody to kill anybody!" Stiles interjected loudly. "Okay?" He looked at both of them and then added, "It's soo not time for your moon pms so don't start early."

Erica giggled and Scott and Derek both glared at each other for a moment more before simultaneously slumping their shoulders and backing away.

Allison, sitting on the floor on a cushion, had her hands clenched tightly and Stiles glancing at her realized that all the stuff about hunters had hit her hard.

Jackson, choosing that moment to walk in after an early dinner with his parents, took one look around, scowled and dropped down next to Allison and took one of her hands in his.

Scott finally realizing something was wrong went forward to find out what, just as Derek did. They both stopped and Lydia shook her head at them. She sidled up next to Allison and took her other hand, receiving a grateful smile from the girl.

"Stiles," said Lydia, "Tell them what we found about the John Doe."

"Well not much," said Stiles, "But he did have priors for arson which got me thinking about the second body my dad found."

"Which one was that?" asked Erica. She was on the other couch with Isaac, he feet tucked up comfortably. Boyd was the only one of their group not there. He was at home with his family.

"The one that was burned," Stiles answered. "It may have been a personal thing. So I checked it out and he also had priors for arson too."

Derek frowned. "What about the bus driver?"

"We don't know. We didn't check him out yet."

"So all these dead bodies are related," stated Isaac.

"Possibly," said Lydia at the same time as Stiles who said:

"Definitely."

Lydia rolled her eyes. "We don't have enough data for it to be a solid lead."

"But it's a good hunch," Stiles refuted.

"Are any of the arson cases linked?" asked Jackson.

"No," said Stiles, "We checked."

"So no leads then?" said Erica.

"Yes," said Jackson and Allison.

Derek cocked an eyebrow at them. They both started to talk than stopped and Allison indicated for Jackson to speak.

He nodded and said, "A werewolf with issues with fire. Check and see if there are any cases with werewolves who've been affected by fire."

Scott looked at Derek and said, "The Hales."

There was awkward moment where everyone else remembered that yeah, the Hales were burnt alive in their house.

"It's not me," said Derek, " And the only person who survived other than me and Laura was my uncle Peter. But he's been in a coma for years. He's still there. I checked on him when we first came back."

"Besides," added Isaac, "The alpha doesn't need to be from Beacon Hills. He could have used the gray roads to travel here."

"So he could be from anywhere," said Scott looking depressed.

"We could still widen the search," said Stiles looking at Lydia for confirmation.

"I'll help," said Erica shrugging, "I don't mind."

"Sure," said Stiles, "We'll need you."

"Is Beacon Hills still his territory though?" asked Scott.

"He could claim it if no one else has it," said Derek grimly. "And he probably has."

"Damn it," muttered Scott and summed up their feelings entirely.


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