Stiles woke her up the next morning, as he jumped around trying to get his pants on. Mallory yawned and stretched, jumping off the bed. She heard Stiles say something about never knowing that wolves could have nightmares, and she froze, blue eyes looking at him. He didn't seem to notice going to his computer and searching for deer collisions. The Sheriff was in the doorway, listening as his son babbled. Amused blue eyes watching the pair as they bantered back and forth.
"Oh God, please go to school."
"But that's crossing the road...The one from last night went right down the middle." He searched for something else.
"I'm not gonna beg you."
"Oh, good. I'm impervious to your influence anyway."
"You consider a bribe?"
"You couldn't meet my price."
"Extortion?"
"Got nothing on me."
With a curse the Sheriff grabbed the back of the chair, and began pulling it, and his son, out of the room. Mallory barked, wagging her tail, and followed. Stiles groaned the whole way to the high school, while she sat in the passenger seat looking out of the window. When they got there, Stiles jumped out, letting her follow, before slamming the door shut, and the two of them went to look for Scott.
Mallory walked beside the two, watching the reactions of the freshmen to her, compared to those of the higher class men. It amused her, how weary they were until the next year, when they knew she wouldn't bother them. She nearly missed the new principal pulling a broadsword from the desk, and she moved quickly when she noticed the two boys had sped up. They got to class, and she moved to lay under Stiles's desk on his feet. She lifted her head as every phone began to ring,or vibrate, but put it back down as the teacher came in.
She looked at her, head cocking to the side. With a huff, she put her head back down, When Scott was called, her attention moved straight to him, and Stiles pat her side, silently telling her to go with him. Mallory stood, and followed the werewolf, Jennifer looking at her with confusion, before Scott pulled her attention to him. She didn't pay attention to their words, only picking up that Scott wasn't going to revert to previous habits, before the two of them left.
Scott looked at her, and rubbed her head, "You don't have to come with me, you know." She snorted, waiting as he got on his bike, and barked. He shook his head, started the engine and started toward the hospital, white wolf following behind him. Mal grinned to herself, catching up to the bike, and staying even with him the whole way. She couldn't care if it was suspicious, she loved running.
They quickly made their way into the hospital, and found Melissa, Scott's mother. She seemed surprised that Mallory was with Scott instead of Stiles, but put it aside to talk her son.
"He's in room two-fifteen if he isn't already in surgery." With a nod, and a kiss to the cheek, Scott and Mallory walked off to find the room. They got to the elevator, and Scott pushed the correct button. She sat, tail wagging, before it stopped as a cane stopped the door from closing. Blue eyes widened, already knowing who was on the other side. She took a breath, steeling herself as Deucalion stepped in.
"Could you hit the button for the second floor please?" The Alpha asked, crossing his hands over his cane. Mallory pushed herself more into the corner, eyes watching her father. It was an awkward silence, only disturbed by the humming of the elevator.
When it came to a stop, his hand snapped out, the cane tapping the floor, "You wouldn't mind helping me for a second, would you?" Scott looked down to her, then the hallway, and then the hand on his shoulder before giving a quiet affirmation. They began forward, and Mal followed after, wondering what was going through his mind. She wandered away from them, going through the hospital, and looking down a hallway, head cocking to the side, moving to the room Isaac was supposed to be in. A growl left her throat when he wasn't, and she turned, jumping back when she noticed Scott right behind her.
Scott's eyes narrowed, moving down a hallway as he saw someone pushing a wheelchair into an elevator. As he turned the chair, Isaac's face became slightly visible, and the "orderly" turned, grinned at them and pushed the button. Scott's claws and fangs emerged, while Mallory crouched, growling, and getting ready to pounce. The both ran forward at the same time, Scott barely making it into the elevator, and she slammed into the doors as they closed completely. Snarling, she barked, before turning and finding the stairs, climbing them as fast as she could, while listening to the two werewolves fighting.
"Mallory!" She turned at the shout of her name, blinking slightly as she saw Derek. Barking, she nodded toward the elevator, and the two of them ran forward.
"I'm an alpha." They heard Ennis say, and she rolled her eyes.
The doors opened, and Derek ran is claws into Ennis's back, making him drop Scott, "So am I." He turned, throwing the bigger alpha down the hall, before turning to Scott, "Aren't you supposed to be in school?" The teen sighed, closing his eyes to regain his breath. Derek looked at her, raising an eyebrow. Looking at Scott, she moved to a room, made sure no one was looking and shifted. Grabbing a sheet, she ripped it, wrapping it around her strategically, and walked out, arms crossed. The young alpha smirked at her, and she growled, shooing him.
Rolling his eyes, he picked up Isaac, and kicking Scott, "Come on. We got to go." With a nod, he jumped up, looked at the girl following Derek confusedly, and followed after the alpha. They ran down the stairs, using back hallways to not be seen. It wouldn't look good with Derek holding a patient,and a girl wrapped in sheets with a teenager running through the halls. They got to Derek's care, and she opened the passenger door, jumping into the back, and the alpha put his beta in the passenger seat. Scott went to his bike, after agreeing to meet at the Hale house.
"How long do you think you can keep the charade up, Mal?" Derek asked, eyes looking at her through the rear-view mirror. Mallory sighed, shrugging. He shook his head, "One of these days they are going to find out...Just hope they don't take you keeping it from them to heart." He received a nod, and he shook his head, moving his eyes back to the road. It didn't take long to get to the house. Derek got out, grabbed Isaac and moved to the door, while she got out, and Scott got off his bike.
The teen looked at her, but didn't say anything, moving after the alpha. Derek kicked the door open, moving to the living room to put his beta down on a table. Scott was talking to Stiles, from what she heard as she wandered through the threshold, looking at the charred remnants, hand moving to the choker on her neck. She played with the teardrop crystal, memories coming to the surface of her mind. The two talking pulled Mal from her thoughts, and she moved over to them.
"County took it over, but there's something here that I need." He was shifting through some rubble, looking for something. "It'll help heal a wound from an alpha."
"But it did heal." Scott announced, looking from one werewolf to the other.
"Not on the inside." Her voice made Scott jump, seemingly forgetting she was even there. Brown eyes looked at her, before his face hardened and he turned back to Derek.
"Are you gonna tell me who that was back there?" Derek looked up at him, annoyed, "The alpha?" Scott pressed.
A pensive look crossed the alpha's face, "The rival pack. It's my problem..I know you want to help, and you did, I owe you one." He looked back to the hole he cleared away, reaching in, "Now go home. Go back to being a teenager." With wolfsbane in hand, Derek moved to the table, and started to pick at it. Scott looked at him, and turned to go before he grabbed his arm. Green eyes noticed, and she moved forward before Scott could say anything.
"Fire." She murmured, peering at the place he was holding. He gave her a quizzical look, and she rolled her eyes. "I can smell the ink. If you want it to show, you need fire." Derek looked over with a raised eyebrow, before understanding shown in his eyes. He motioned him to a chair, and sat in front of him. The door opened, and she turned to look who it was, tensed, before relaxing as she saw it was Stiles. He moved in, calling for Scott, getting a response, and following it. Brown eyes stopped on her, taking in her appearance, before moving to stand next to his best friend.
Red eyes peered at the teen's arm, "Yeah I see it. Two bands, right?" He pointed to them, continuing after he got a nod, "What's it mean?"
Scott shrugged, fingers moving to trace the pattern in the dust,"I don't know. It's just something I trace with my fingers."
"Why's it so important to you?" The alpha asked, curious.
"Do you know what the word tattoo means?" Scott asked, almost randomly. Mallory had her arms crossed, leaning against the wall, head tilted. Stiles answered before Derek could answer. Scott's eyes seemed to glaze as he explained what tattoo meant to him. The she-werewolf zoned out, not really caring about Scott's personal life. Stiles looked at his friend, but his eyes kept moving to rest on the girl. His eyes narrowed, trying to think if he ever saw her before, and when he couldn't think of anytime he had, he began thinking of every possible scenario. Then he noticed that her right hand was playing with a jewel that hung from a choker on her neck. Shaking his head, he put the thought aside, thinking it was outrageous. Even with everything that had happened.
"Pains gonna be worse then you ever felt." Derek said, pulling out a blowtorch. Stiles nodded, shifting in place. Scott nodded, giving him the go ahead. With a flick of the sparker, flames erupted from the torch.
Stiles stepped back, "Oh..okay..That's a lot for me so..." He pointed toward the other room, "I'm gonna take that as my queue. I'll..I'm just gonna wait outside." He walked right passed the two, stopping slightly to get a closer look at the pendent on Mallory's neck, and stepped outside.
The alpha looked over at her, and nodded to Scott, "Come hold him down." The blonde hummed, and walked over behind Scott, putting her hands on his shoulders, pushing down. The teen nodded, taking deep breaths. The flames touched skin, and almost immediately Scott began groaning and twitching, but she just pushed down on his shoulders harder, keeping him in place. His eyes turned gold, and his fangs appeared, and shortly after, he passed out.
Keeping her hands on his shoulders, Derek continued to burn his arm until it was finished. Sighing, the two werewolves looked at one another, seeming to be silently talking with one another. Rolling her shoulders, she moved to the door to grab Stiles, while Derek put the blowtorch away. The brunette looked at her, and nodded, wandering back in to stand next to Derek, just as Scott woke up. He grinned as he saw that the tattoo was visible. Green eyes looked around before jumping into the forest, shedding the sheets and shifting, before running back to the house.
The two teen were walking out, Stiles pointing at the tattoo, "Well, looks pretty damn permanent now." Scott nodded, running his hand over it. The door opened, and they were greeted with a bark. Stiles grinned, leaning down and running his hands through her fur, asking her where she's been if she wasn't with Scott, though his attention was soon pulled to said friend as he asked why the door was painted.
"Go home Scott." Derek said, almost pleadingly. Not listening, claws extended, and he began to chip away the paint, Derek rushing over. They looked at the symbol, Scott putting it together quickly.
"How many are there?"
"A pack of them." There was silence before Derek continued, "An Alpha pack."
Stiles blinked, "All of them? How does that even work?"
"I heard there's some kind of a leader...He's called Deucalion." The alpha sighed, crossing his arms. Mallory whined, and Hale's eyes moved to her, silently asking her to stay quiet, before continuing, "We know they have Boyd and Erica...Peter, Isaac and I have been looking for them for the last four months."
Scott moved forward, "So you find them. How do you deal with an alpha pack?"
"With all the help I can get." Stiles looks up, shaking his head slightly, eyes widening. They all looked over as Isaac woke up asking about a girl.