AN~: I'm so glad you guys are interested in the story! Thank you for leaving reviews :) Sorry that its starting out kind of awkward.
I wanted to have the first 5 chapters already written out so I could just publish them all but I couldn't resist posting the first one.
Anyways here's chapter 3!

Sleep wasn't an option that night. No matter how hard Callie tried she couldn't escape the visions of the forest and the immense urge to kill.
It was like she was looking through someone else's eyes every time her's closed. She guessed she was connecting with Scott on a psychic level.
This happened a few times before mostly sharing dreams with her best friends since they were so close.
Callie was probably too worried to sleep anyways with Scott shifting and the realization she made about Derek.
Derek seemed to be popping up everywhere she was and it was starting to make her think. If he was the killer, was she next on his list?
But nothing he ever did to her would point to that. The way he looked at her was only enough to make her heart skip a beat.
The way he held her so gently while they danced at the party. The way he said he wanted to learn more about her was genuine too.
Callie smothered her face into her pillow. Everything was too confusing. Werewolf problems and boy problems were not a fun combination.

Somehow Callie managed to calm her mind enough to let her drift off into sleep. She woke up and the sun was shining straight through her window.
Callie threw her arms across her face in attempt to hide from the brightness. Peeking over at the clock it read 11 AM.
Just a couple more hours and she needed to be at the dance studio for work.
Callie sat up and looked at her disheveled appearance in her vanity mirror. Her maroon hair was all over the place, some of it straight and some of it
in crazy waves. Her purple eyes were not as bright as usual from a restless night. Callie made a funny face at herself and then concentrated on what
to wear for the day. Her eyes began to illuminate as she moved clothes around her room without moving herself.
Black tights, baggy gray tshirt, pale pink leotard, black legwarmers, and her Converses. Callie headed into her connected bathroom to get ready.

After a cold rinse to wake her up, she pulled her hair into a messy bun and put on her outfit. With the gray tshirt on top she thought she looked
more eighties flash dance but whatever. It wasn't like she was an instructor. She was just an assistant who helped the little kids with their positions.
Callie headed downstairs in search of some breakfast. The kitchen was a mess and there wasn't anything appetizing in the fridge.

"Looks like its a vending machine lunch for me." she sighed.

She put her hands on her hips, deciding which part of the kitchen to tackle first. Her parents never cleaned anything.
They automatically put that on Callie would forget or would be too tired to do the chores.
But when it came to that her mom would having a screaming match with her and that usually resulted with late night cleaning of the entire house for Callie. Scott's mom and Stiles's dad knew about her home situation and always made sure she knew their houses were open to her and that she didn't have to put up with the neglect and abuse. Callie's parents never hit her or starved her. They just barely talked to her.
Callie knew that her friend's parents meant well but there was no reason to get child services help.
She was going to be eighteen soon anyways.

Cleaning the kitchen took just enough time and now Callie was off to work. She grabbed her keys and jumped into her blue Nissan Versa.
Autumn colored leaves twisted in the air around her as she navigated through the streets to the downtown area.
Callie liked coming to work. Ballet was one of her passions. No one would be able to guess it from the way she dressed or the "Goth Girl"
reputation from Lydia she had gotten. Callie didn't even dress goth. All she wore was tshirts and jeans, sure she wore dark colors but
none of it was goth. Callie saw herself more as an alternative or punk rock kind of girl.

When Callie walked through the door to Ms. Antoinette's Ballet Studio she was greeted by a chorus of small voices. It looked like the kids came early for
their lesson. Callie smiled and waved at them as she made her way to the staff room. She could hear one of the advanced classes going on in
another part of the building. Callie set down her bag in her locker and took off she shirt and shoes. She slid on her pointe shoes and laced the straps up her calves. The door swung open and Sarah, her class instructor, came in.

"Oh good you're here. Seems like the kids came early today. They must really like you." the older woman joked.

"They're coming for you not me. I just help them with their feet you do all the fun stuff."

"I'd let you teach a class if you wanted."

"Oh no I'd be terrible at it. I'd wouldn't know how to get my words across." Callie laughed quietly.

"You put yourself down too much. Well we might as well start now since their all her." Sarah said and pulled her hair into a tight bun.

Callie followed her into one of the dance rooms in the front of the buildings. One wall was made entirely of mirrors and the opposite one was made entirely of windows. Callie liked to call this room the "advertising room" as any passerby could look in on the class since the window wall was next to the sidewalk. Sarah called in the little girls and boys and the class began. Callie stretched with the kids and went through all the motions with them
as an example. A few times Sarah had the class split into groups, those who got it and those who needed a little more time, just to prove her point that Callie was a good teacher. Then the class finished up.

"I know you don't want to go home so soon. You can stay in here and do whatever. Don't worry about cleaning we have a crew for that."
Sarah gave a small farewell hug to Callie as she left the room.

"Don't forget to lock up!" she called from the lobby.

Callie exhaled, letting the peacefulness of the empty room wash over her. Finally she could dance away those fears and worries that had been eating
at her stomach. She walked over to the stereo and plugged in her iPod. Setting it to her special dance playlist, Callie sat on the floor and began her
own stretching routine. The mixture of classical music and techno coursed through her body as she stretched to the beat.

"I'm not goth. Alternative definitely." Callie said to herself.

She stood up and went to the bar, going through the basics to get herself limbered up. As she was working on her plie positions the electric tingle shot up her spine. Callie stopped what she was doing and looked out into the parking lot. She found what she was searching for when her purple eyes met a pair of icy blue ones. Derek was leaning against his black Camaro. When they made eye contact his mouth gave way to a small smile and he lifted his hand in a greeting. Callie's heart sped up a bit. He actually came to see her, just like he said. Her mind went blank just focusing on the fact he was
just outside the window. A second later she snapped back into reality and motioned for him to come in. Derek disappeared to the side and she poked
her head out of the room's door way. Derek walked down the hallway to her.

"Hi." he said the small smile still on his face.

"Hi." was the only thing Callie could manage to squeak out.

Derek looked around the room and then shouldered his way in. He stood in the center for a minute and turned to Callie.

"So you really do dance ballet then."

"Uh yeah. I just finished helping with the last class."

"Is that why everyone is gone?"

Callie nodded her head and moved away from the door. "I stay late to work on stuff. I don't like staying at home too much."

"Why is that?" Derek had a looked of concern.

Callie's hear sped up more. He was worried for her and she hadn't said anything to obvious about her home life.

"I just don't like being cooped up there all day."

Derek mumbled something and then found a chair to sit on. He shrugged off his leather jacket and rested his elbows on his knees.

"So are you gonna dance or what?"

Callie was a bit surprised and then the nerves started to take over. She walked over to her iPod and changed the song to
something she thought Derek might like.

"Don't laugh if it looks stupid. I made this one up."

Callie faced the mirror trying to ignore the fact that a very attractive Derek Hale was watching her intently. She shook out her arms and rolled her
neck waiting for the intro to end. Then like it was second nature Callie began to dance to the beat of the song.

Derek couldn't take his eyes off her form. She effortlessly moved across the floor. Her leaps and twist were so graceful yet strong. He didn't know how
she could move her body in such a way but it didn't matter much to him. This was all his. No one else had seen her dance this routine. As the song
began to become more techtonic so were her movements. She spun so fast and stopped herself like it was nothing. Suddenly she went into a back bend and practically folded her self in half. Now Callie was on the floor, twisting herself into things only acrobats should do yet dancing at the
same time. The she was up again and flying through the air. It was beautiful, something Derek had never seen in his whole life.

Callie had lost herself in the music. The routine was nearly this long but she kept going. Doing whatever her body told her to do.
Just as she was about to prepare for another leap her ankle rolled. Callie could feel herself falling back, the wall coming even closer to her head.
When she should have hit the hard floor instead she was caught by strong arms. Callie opened her eyes and looked up to see Derek's face so close
to hers. Her breaths came out rapidly from all the energy she put in her dancing. They stayed like that for what seemed like forever.
So close to each other, her shoulders to his chest, face to face. Callie's body was coursing with an energy that flowed between the two of them.
All she could do was gaze into his eyes and think this was how things were supposed to be.

Derek's heart was beating fast. Of course he caught her, how could he even miss. But now what was he supposed to do? Derek could feel the heat coming off of her body, the soft wisps of her hair that fell down her neck. He could smell her sweet scent and almost taste her lips.
Never had he felt this way about a girl or let himself come into this situation where he actually wanted to know someone.

Realizing they couldn't stay in that pose forever, Derek slowly brought Callie up. She tried to put weight on her ankle but it gave out and she stumbled.
Derek easily caught her again. Callie laughed at herself. The sound brought a smile to Derek's face.

"You need to sit." he said and he scooped her up into his arms.

Callie was surprised by his sudden move and instinctually grabbed onto his neck. Derek didn't hide his smirk as he set her down into the chair.

"Are you all right?"

"Rolled my ankle. It's nothing. I do it a lot." she waved it off. But when she reached down to touch her ankle she flinched back in pain.

"Looks pretty bad. Are you sure?"

"Just give me some time. Just gotta rest."

Derek stood over her and nodded. He liked the fact that she had to look up at him. He got to see her purple gems for eyes better.
Callie's shoulder's heaved with each breath and Derek reached over and handed her a bottle of water. She averted her eyes as she took it from him.

"Thanks." she mumbled before chugging down half of it.

Derek was sad that she wouldn't look at him. Was she embarrassed that he helped her? Was it a pride thing since she hurt herself?
He just wanted her to keep looking at him. There was an awkward silence and Callie took her hair down.
She pushed all of it to one side and twirled a strand around her finger, something she did out of nervousness.

"Your dance was really good. It was amazing." Derek finally said.

He didn't know whether complimenting her now was the right time. He put his hands behind his head and stared off into another corner of the room.
Girls were complicated and in his experience always touchy.

"You think so? Even with me breaking my ankle?" Callie laughed. Derek was relieved she didn't take it so seriously.

"I've never seen anyone do stuff like that..."

"Well no one really sees my original stuff so consider yourself lucky."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know. It's not like I do the talent show or anything. Sometimes I get put in the ballet recitals here as like a 'aw' factor."

"You're good."

"Not really. I could still be better."

Derek put his hand on her cheek and pulled her face towards his. Her skin was so soft and warm.

"I think you're perfect."

Callie blushed and turned her head away. Did he just say she was perfect? She could barely hide the smile on her lips and the red on her cheeks.
Derek straightened up and fixed his shirt. He was embarrassed at the cheesiness of what he just said.

"It's getting late. I should probably get going..."

"Can you handle it? I'll drive you home." he offered.

"No. I wouldn't want you to walk all the way back. I got it Derek. I'll just hobble, its fine."

Callie stood up and started toward the door. Derek hooked his arm around her back and under her arm.
Callie didn't want his help but she was glad to have him to put some of the weight off her ankle.
They made it to the lobby and Callie shut off the lights and locked the door behind them.
Derek practically carried her to her car and set her down in the driver seat. He leaned on the open door as she situated herself.
Callie glanced at him and all her doubts she had ever had disappeared. His eyes were so gentle and caring.
She hadn't ever felt so safe or loved. There wasn't even a trace of other intentions. He just wanted to be there for her.
Callie began to feel uncomfortable with all the attention. She was always on her own or with Scott and Stiles and they were not the gentleman type.
This was new to her in so many ways.

"Thanks for everything I guess. I'll be alright getting home." she reassured him.

"Ok. I'll see you around then." Derek closed her car door and watched her drive off.

Then he got into his own car and followed her. He kept his distance so she wouldn't notice.

I think you're perfect. Oh God, what were you thinking? She's going to think you're some creep. Hell you're even following her home.
Not helping at all. What are you doing Derek? Trying to get close when you know you shouldn't.

Derek shook the thoughts out of his head. Callie's house was coming up. He parked a few houses down and waited. She got out no problem and
slowly made her way up to her door.

See everything is fine. You're not needed.

But he wanted to be. Derek wanted to punch himself for that thought. Enough with that kind of thinking, there was business to attend to.
Derek revved the Camaro's engine and sped off down the street.

xXxXxXxXx

The first thing Callie did Monday morning was find Scott and Stiles. She had to know what happened after the party.

"You're here!" she said breathlessly as she came up to the boys.

Scott and Stiles had their heads close together. Something they did when talking about important things.

"I didn't hear any reports on a wild animal attack like the recent ones so I'm guessing you didn't wolf out on anyone."

"Very funny Callie. I have a bigger problem though." Scott sighed.

Callie quirked an eyebrow, her eyes burning with concern.

"Scott's in love with a hunter's daughter." Stiles blurt out.

"Hunter? Like werewolf hunter?"

"Yes! Freakin' Allison's dad is a hunter! Her dad... Oh my God her dad!"

Scott was starting to hyperventilate, clearly upset to new heights at the realization.

"Dude calm down. Did you shift? Did he see you?" Callie put both her hands on Scott's shoulders trying to keep him grounded.

"He did more than see him." Stiles muttered.

Callie shot him a look and turned back to Scott who was nodding his head.

"Last night after I heard how Derek took you and Allison home I couldn't control myself. He's trouble I can tell. I got so angry that I
shifted and took off after him. I found him at his house. But then these hunters showed up. Allison's dad shot me in the arm with a cross bow. Derek helped me but it got worse. I found out he didn't bite me. There's another one out there."

Callie was frozen. There was so much information to take in. Her mind had caught on to three things though.
1. She did dream of Scott's run through the woods.
2. Allison's dad was a werewolf hunter which meant she could be one too.
And most shockingly 3. Derek was a werewolf.

"Derek is a werewolf too?! When did you guys plan on telling me this?" she practically screamed at them.

Scott and Stiles had confused expressions. Both of them looked at each other as if to say "You didn't tell her?"
Stiles opened and closed his mouth a few times, thinking of the right explanation.
Callie grabbed him by the collar and glared into his wide, green eyes.

"Callie we're sorry! It's just all this stuff keeps being thrown at us. We just forgot to tell you." Scott quickly said while pulling his friends apart.

"Well thanks guys. You let me go home with quite possibly a god damn murderer!"

"What? You think he's the one who cut up that girl in the woods?" Stiles stammered.

Callie froze up again. She had said that without thinking. Her emotions had gotten the better of her like they always did and

she said something she didn't believe in.

"I... I don't know, ok. I just get this feeling around him. It's probably nothing. Forget I said anything about a to class already."

With that Callie turned on her heel and walked off to her first period.

Why did you say that? How stupid are you? You don't even know that its true. Think about what happened on Saturday.

She shook her head, tossing her maroon locks onto one shoulder.

What was it with this Derek Hale? First he makes her feel things she shouldn't even feel about a stranger.
Next, he seems to pop up everywhere she is. And finally, he's a werewolf.
If he was anything like Scott he was possibly a vicious, unpredictable werewolf.
A deep sigh escaped Callie's lungs.

"You were so right when you said my senior year was going to be memorable Stiles." she whispered.

Callie's mind was whirling with emotions and thoughts she didn't want to be dealing with at school. She just wanted to find a quiet place
to decompress if anything. Thankfully her art class was next. Painting away her troubles might help the most.
As she grabbed her pallet and an armful of various watercolors her teacher Mr. Finch came over to her work station.

"Choosing the window seat again I see." the man said tugging thoughtfully at his goatee.

"Got a lot on my mind. Plus the natural lighting is good today."

"Such the artist. I'm really going to miss you when you graduate Callie."

Callie looked at her mentor. This was the only class she really enjoyed and their teacher-student relationship was almost on a friend level.

"Well I'll still be around here. I don't have enough money to go to school or anything."

"If that's true be sure to come visit me." he joked.

Callie nodded and set up her easel. She popped in her earbuds and let her paintbrush take her away.
A few minutes in and the familiar electric tingle began to travel up her arms. Callie nearly dropped her paintbrush.
Did Derek really need to be around now? Callie didn't know if she wanted to see him or not but she couldn't resist the magnetic pull
he had on her. Callie excused herself to the restroom and let her legs take her to where Derek was waiting.
He was at the same gate as the last time he visited her at school.

Derek pressed himself against the metal gate, eager to see her again.
But something was different this time. Her pulse was beating a mile a minute and she was avoiding his eyes.
Callie was nervously tugging on a strand of her hair and she stopped a few feet in front of the gate.
Derek was hurt that she wouldn't look at him, didn't greet him with her normal enthusiasm.

"Why are you afraid of me?" he demanded.

Callie shifted her weight from one foot to the other. She timidly took a couple steps forward and then shoved her hands in her jacket pockets.

"You're a werewolf." her voice barely audible.

Derek frowned and his eyebrows knitted together in frustration. Of course Callie would find out eventually how could he expect her not too.

"You didn't know? Did Scott tell you?"

She nodded still not looking at him. Callie kicked her foot against the floor.

"Why are you afraid of me?" he asked again.

"I don't know. I don't know how you being a werewolf changes anything yet changes everything. I'm just confused which makes me scared.
I mean I'm psychic. I can easily predict things. But this is different. I can't read you like everyone else."

"Is that a bad thing?" he didn't understand where she was talking about.

"It might be. Its just... different for me at least."

"Well I guess you're smart to be afraid of me. I'm dangerous." Derek sighed.

She didn't want to be near him. But he couldn't say the same for himself.
In a flash, Derek reached through the bars in the gate and pulled her closer to him. Her eyes widened in surprise and finally met with his.

"I won't hurt you. Ever. I'll never let anyone hurt you either." he confessed.

Derek watched as Callie's stormy eyes suddenly cleared. Her heart calmed down and she relaxed. A small smile appeared on her face.

"What are you thinking about? Not all of us can read minds."

"Nothing. Just that I probably shouldn't trust you but something is telling me to anyways."

"You're complicated, you know that?"

"Can't be anymore complicated than being a werewolf." she joked back.

Derek smiled. That was the Callie he had come to know. Always finding something witty to say.

"How come you weren't all wolfy on the full moon? Scott had been acting weird all week leading up to it but you seemed fine." she asked.

"That's because I was born a werewolf. I have better control since its part of my nature. That's why Scott needs me."

Callie bit her lip, taking in what he had said. Derek took her hand in his and rubbed the top of hers with his thumb comfortingly.
He was savoring being this close to her. Being able to have her scent envelope him and hear her voice. It was selfish of him knowing that
he would have to end all of it and push her away soon.

"Do you have a phone?"

"What?" Derek wasn't prepared for her straight-forwardness.

"I'll give you my number. It'll be easier for us to talk. Plus I won't feel like you're stalking me since I've been seeing you everywhere."

Derek growled quietly. So she had been noticing him. He needed to work on his stealthiness.
Callie pulled her phone out of her pocket and shoved it at him. Derek quickly typed in his number and handed it back.

"You know... I want to learn more about you too." Callie said, making Derek feel warm inside.

He scratched the back of his head, trying to hide the smile on his face.

"You should get back to class before they think you're ditching."

Callie nodded and then reached between the bars to throw her arms around Derek's neck.
Derek was surprised again, and he tried his best to return the hug. He buried himself in Callie's hair enjoying its softness.
Reluctantly he broke apart their embrace. He gave her a small wave and then walked back to his car.
Callie hesitated at the gate. With just a single hug all her fears had disappeared.
Sure he was a werewolf and sure he seemed to be hiding something but Callie didn't care. Everything just felt right in his arms.
She heard an engine rev in the distance and she pulled out her phone.

"Bye." was all she put and then she ran back to class.

The lunch bell rang and Callie left the library to head to the cafeteria. Just as she was turning a corner a hand pulled her back.

"Woah! It's just us Callie!" Stiles yelled before she could punch one of the boys in the face.

"Jesus Christ don't do that to me!" she gasped.

Scott gave her an apologetic look and Stiles turned her head towards the office door.

"My dad's here. Use your psychic powers and read his mind."

"Stiles that might not work. He may not even be thinking about what he's saying. Trust me it's possible. You do it all the time."

Stiles pouted and Scott stepped forward. He had a look of intense concentration.

"They're talking about putting a curfew on students. Everyone has to be home by 9:30 because of the animal attacks."

"Thank you for wolf powers!" Stiles put his hands in the air.

"Now they're talking about the body... You guys I think I may know where it is..."

Stiles grabbed Scott's shoulder and twisted him around.

"What?! We need to go find it!"

"Problem is I think it's at the Hale house."

"Are you sure?" Callie questioned. Had she not just had a conversation with Derek that proved he wasn't the killer.

"Not really. But my mom works at the hospital so it'll be easy for me to get into the morgue and see if the scents match up."

Callie shook her head in disgust. "That is so wrong dude."

"Ok Scott we'll meet you at the edge of the forest then. You in Callie?" Stiles was practically jumping in excitement.

Callie was battling within herself. If they found the body that could mean Derek would be arrested and what if he was the murderer?
What would she do if it came to that?

"Alright I'll pick you up at 5 then. We need to get there before the sun goes down." Stiles answered his own question for her.

Callie was left in the dust with what just happened. She guessed there was no going back now.

Just like he said Stiles came to get her for their expedition in the forest. Callie was silent the whole ride there, unable to calm her mind or her nerves.
When she tried concentrating on the future she always got a dark, uneasy feeling. She wasn't ready for the truth they would uncover tonight.
The trees became denser and then a figure was illuminated by Stiles's headlights. Scott was already there waiting for them.

"Come on let's go. He's not home so now is our chance." Scott called as the two of them got out of the car.

"I don't feel good about this one guys." Callie tried to warn them.

"Do you like Derek or something Callie?" Stiles teased as they jogged towards the house.

Callie bit her lip and looked away. Scott stopped in his tracks and gaped at her.

"You do! I heard your heart Callie! How could you like Derek? He ruined our lives!"

"Shut up Scott! You don't know what you're talking about and Derek isn't that bad. He's been nice to me."

"You've hung out with him?! Callie I told you to stay away from him!"

"Well excuse me! I'm pretty capable of making my own damn decisions considering I'm older than you!"

Scott charged up to Callie and Callie held her ground. Stiles looked frantically at his friends before getting between them.

"Look we're already at the house guys. Let's just finish this up ok?"

Callie huffed and bumped into Scott's shoulder as she went towards the empty house. Scott balled his fists and trudged over to a mound of dirt.

"Is the scent the same?" Stiles asked.

Scott nodded and looked at Callie, who was avoiding his glare.

"Let's start digging."

As the boys desecrated the grave Callie wandered over to the house. She walked up to the door, not sure if she should go in or not.
An idea hit Callie and she put her hand against the door. She concentrated on the feel of the wood and the slight smoky scent of the fire left in the
foundation. She slowed her breathing as she entered a trance like state. Now she was standing inside the house. She could see the burnt walls and
furniture coated with ash. Callie could imagine the house before the fire. It made her sad how such a beautiful house could be lost.
She wandered through the kitchen and hallways. She went up the stairs and noticed a door was slightly ajar on the undamaged side of the house. Callie was about to enter the room when the voices of her friends brought her back to reality.

"Callie... we found it."

Inside the grave was a bag and sure enough a body. Scott pulled open the bag and all three of them jumped back.
A wolf lay there, bloodied and mutilated. Callie turned away from the sight.

"What's that?" Stiles moved toward a blue flower at the foot of the grave.

"Looks like blue monkshood." Callie murmured.

Stiles pulled it out of the ground to find it was connected to a rope. He kept pulling and the rope spiraled around the body.
Right before their eyes, the wolf body transformed into a girl. Callie couldn't hold back the scream of terror that erupted from her lungs.
Scott wrapped his arms around her and quieted her down.

"Call your dad Stiles." he said in a grave voice. "I'm sorry Callie."

Red and blue lights flashed off the house as a whole unit of police officers responded to the call. Callie stood with her arms crossed as she watched
Derek be handcuffed and forced out of his house. He had literally walked into an ambush when he returned to the house later that night.
Callie avoided his eyes as he fought with the officers that were dragging him to the police car. She felt like she had betrayed him.
She knew he didn't do it the moment he stepped into his house. But no one would listen to her, all the evidence pointed towards Derek.

Sheriff Stilinski was lecturing and questioning the three friends but Callie wasn't paying any attention.
Guilt was tearing at her insides. The electric tingle now felt like a fire throughout her entire body, Derek was desperately trying to get her attention.
Not being able to take it anymore Callie turned her head to watch him get shoved into the back seat. His blue eyes pierced right through her.

She whispered "I'm sorry." knowing he'd be able to hear her.

Derek jerked his head in a gesture to get her over to him. She shook her head. No way Sheriff Stilinski would let her near him.
He saw Callie as his daughter and that meant he was the over protective dad.

"You kids need to stop meddling in police affairs. This better be the last time you're involved with a case. Is that clear?"

All three of them nodded and the sheriff went off to talk with the other officers.

"He's innocent." Callie immediately said.

"How do you know?" Scott retorted.

"Is that even a question Scott?" Callie implied her mind reading capabilities.

"I'm gonna go talk to him." Stiles said.

"Dude no." Scott tried to stop him but Stiles brushed him off.

Callie intently watched her friend as he carefully walked to the car that held Derek and sat in the front seat.
Callie moved herself behind Scott so she could listen in on the conversation.

"Don't move Scott or you'll give me away."

The glow from Callie's eyes illuminated Scott's back as she used her powers to the highest level.

"I'm not afraid of you." Stiles stammered.

"It's not me you should be afraid of. It's him. What are you going to do when he shifts during a game?"

"We'll handle it."

"What are you going to do when Scott attacks someone? What if he attacks Callie?"

"Why do you care about Callie so much? Why are you trying to get to her?"

"... It doesn't matter. You need me to help with Scott."

"Enough about Scott. Tell me, did you kill the girl?"

"No!"

"Do you know who did?"

"That's what I'm trying to figure out."

The conversation was cut short at Sheriff Stilinski pulled his son out of the car.
Callie jumped as she heard Derek's voice talk to her specifically.

"Watch out for Scott. Be careful because I may not be there to catch you when you fall again."

Callie returned Derek's gaze. He hadn't stopped looking at her for a second. She felt so wrong about the whole situation.

"I'm sorry." she whispered again and he nodded as if to say "I know."

Derek's expression softened as he noticed her eyes were brimming with tears. And then she was gone as the car took off towards the road.

Callie staggered and fell against Scott. He held her up and walked her to Stiles's Jeep. She had used up all her energy and was not only
physically exhausted but also emotionally.

"Are you ok?"

"Just take me home." she whispered, trying to hold back the hot tears that threatened to fall from her eyes.

AN~: This was a long one! I wanted to squeeze in as much as possible for some reason. I really wanted to show you a little bit of Callie's normal life and really get into what's happening between Derek and her. Well thanks for waiting patiently. I just want to say that all the views my little story has gotten has made me really happy! Keep leaving reviews I love you all!~