Hope you liked the last two. Hoping to get some more out of this as I have a fair few ideas.

Styles sat in the drivers seat waiting for Scott. Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, the ADHD teen soon become frustrated at his friend. Quickly grabbing the door handle, he let the frustration get enough to start getting out the car.

"Styles."

Turning around, he spotted his best friend sat in the passenger seat. Frowning and leaning back, he looked his friend over again.

"How the hell did you sneak in-"

Laughing to himself, Scott looked ahead.

"You were staring for ages, and we're going to be late"

Looking tot he clock Styles swore and pushed down on the accelerator.

The bell rang as they pulled into the car park. Together the pair ran towards their economics class in the hope coach would be late himself.

"Stilinksi, McCall."

Stopping dead in the hallway, the pair looked behind them. Gerrard stood with his arms crossed.

"My office. Now."

Scott shot a worried glance towards Styles before nodding and following Gerrard to his office. The walk there was in silence, and as soon as Scott stepped into the office, he could feel the mountain ash on the walls. He looked to the door behind him making sure not to allow it to be closed.

"Late again boys"

Gerrard turned to look at them with a smile. The man seemed to be please with something and that worried Scott. Styles his usual self, decided to answer back.

"We're going to be more late the longer we talk to-"

Gerrard's smile dropped into a frown.

"Got a mouth don't you Stilinski? Maybe it's time for you to take the blame for both of you. Detention for the next week."

Gerrard smiled before either of the lads could ague back.

"Dismissed. Scott, I'd like a word."

Styles looked to his alpha before getting a nod. Slowly Styles rose and walked out towards class. A bad feeling rolled in his stomach. Scott turned with a questionable look. His mind rolling over the possibilities of why he was here. Sitting down, Gerrard lowered his smile and looked the the alpha.

"You need to stay away from my granddaughter Scott. This is the only warning I am giving you. I am all she has left now and I am warning you to stay the hell away. I would be more than happy to take this gun-"

Lifting the gun and aiming at Scott, he watched as the alpha recoiled in his chair.

"And shoot your brains out."

Scott stared at the man in shock with the gun pointed at him.

"What do you mean the only one? She has her father!"

Scott leaned forwards. It was then he noticed the smell. Blood. He looked Gerrard up and down and that's when he spotted the blood patch. Looking down Gerrard spotted it himself and pulled his top up.

"Derek ambushed us last night. He ambushed us Scott. Cornered me and Christopher."

Gerrard made sure that Scott was looking.

"He threw me against the rock, slashing me. I watched as he slashed my own sons throat. MY SON!"

Throwing his hands against the desk, anger rolled off him as he re-opened his stitches.

"Get out of here Scott. Before I kill you too. And I swear if I see you near Alison, I will cut you in half. And Scott, if you tell anyone, I will come after you."

Scott shot up from his chair trying to understand what he had witnessed. Walking backwards, he retreated out the office and towards his classroom.

Stirring through the grogginess, Chris Argent leaned his head back against the tree. Taking in a deep breath, he looked around the forest. His body hurt so much that it was making him want to give into the darkness that called to him. The sun began to illuminate the floor with the sunrise, bringing a small amount of heat around him. No matter how much the sun was trailing over his body, Chris could not get warm. His blood, sticky and thick covered his body. Trying to move an inch spread pain through every broken bone and bruised muscle. Anger built over him as he tried to yell but a small cry came out instead. He was going to die, and the Alison was being told a lie. A growl caught his eye. Looking up, Chris stared at a teeth bearing mountain lion. His blood had attracted him to the area and now he was its breakfast. Anger grew in him at the frustration of being tied up. He didn't want to be its breakfast. He wanted to be in bed and this to be a nightmare. To wake up and look at his daughter. Fighting against pain, Chris tried to shake the rope that burned his skin. The mountain lion watched as it circled around its prey. The rope was tied tightly, but he had enough training to get out of it. It would just take time, and right now he had none. Using his loose left hand, Chris searched for all his secret weapons.

"Come on!"

Chris yelled as his hands checked to find all of his concealed weapons gone. Looking around him, Chris spotted a sharp rock by his hip. 'If only I could reach it.' Leaning to the side, biting through the pain, Chris reached for the rock before grabbing it. As he brought it up behind him, the mountain lion walked to his leg and bit down on it hard. Pain erupted through Chris as he yelled in pain. Kicking hard, he fought hard to remove it from his leg. Biting down, Chris gathered his breath before trying to calm himself as he continued to kick it off. 'Do it dad. Do it' Alison's voice ran through his head. 'Howl Chris. Howl. Scare it off.' Scott's echoed next as if he was next to his ear. A strange feeling rolled through his stomach. As if some kind of energy grew inside him. 'Do it for me Christopher.' Peter. Kicking out at the mountain lion, Chris pulled his leg back. He leaned forward and let out a howl as if he was a wolf himself. He continued to howl until the mountain lion began to retreat. When it finally turned to run, Chris leaned his head back and let out a cry. Tears rolled down his face as he gathered his breath. Bringing his hand with the stone up, he began to painfully slowly cut through the rope.

Hours passed until the rope snapped. Relief washed through Chris before it was quickly replaced with worry. He had only scared off the mountain lion. It wouldn't be long until it was back. Fighting to stay conscious, Chris slowly used the tree to stand. Pain washed through him as his head began to spin. Stepping forwards, Chris stood onto his weak left leg. Instantly it gave way dropping him to the floor. Before his hands could reach out, his head bounced hard off the ground. He wasn't sure if the darkness had taken him before after he hit his head.

Peter looked at his phone with confusion. Somehow someone had managed to text his phone. But it was impossible, it was a burner phone so that Scott and the pack could get ahold of him.

'BHS Lacrosse pitch. 2PM.'

His eyebrows furrowed at the thought of going out in daylight, to the school. He wasn't appreciated much in the area. Had Scott got a new phone? Or was it one of the other pack members. Curiosity got to him which was never good. Getting up, Peter looked at the clock. 12:51. If he left now he would be at the school in twenty minutes. 'Perfect.' Getting to the field early would let him scout it out and trace the source of text. He knew he would have to be careful, students would be practicing physical education, and to make it worse, the headmaster would be there. With Gerrard as headmaster, he would have to watch his step very carefully. Who knows what the Argent had boobytrapped the field with since he bit Lydia there. Growling to himself, Peter snatched Derek's car keys and headed to the garage.

Standing in the woods, Peter eyed the field. It was now fifteen minutes past when the meet was suppose to take place. All that he could see was a bag left in the centre of the pitch. At first he wanted to wait, to see if the person who text him would show their face. But after another forty-five minutes, curiosity got the best of him. Walking steadily onto the field, Peter kept his senses rolling. His eyes darted around even when he reached the bag. Kneeling down he opened it to find a ripped leather jacket, silver pistol and a note. Using the jacket to move the pistol, Peter already knew who it belong too. They reeked of the smell of gunpowder, sweat, dirt and aftershave. One that he hadn't smelt for a long time. Grabbing the note, Peter glanced around him again making sure he was alone before reading it.

Smell familiar Peter? I would hope it does. Because it is the last time you will smell it. I know what you did with my son. I know that you two were seeing each other behind my back.

Looking around, Peter knew exactly who this note was from. And that terrified him to the stomach. He quickly glanced down to read the rest of the note whilst on edge even more. The thought of being watched ready to be slaughtered.

Christopher has been bleeding to death all night in the forest. I hope you heard his last heart beat before the mountain lions pick up his scent before the mountain lions have ripped him apart. Argents will not have traitors in the family. It should of been done long time ago.

Peter's heart raced as his stomach threatened to spill across the floor. Chris. A tear threatened to build in his eyes as he crumpled the note up in his hand. Anger boiled over him at the thought of Gerrard killing his own son. Of killing his mate. Growling, he looked to the woods. Grabbing the jacket and gun, Peter looked behind him before running into the woods in search for the scent of his mate.

Exciting? Let me know what you think!