Scott was fully aware that someone was following them. However, he was hesitant to attack. He wanted to find out why they were being followed and to do that he needed to catch the guy. Plus, he had to play it smart. Whoever was following them was skilled. If he didn't have the advantage of being a werewolf he wouldn't have had the slightest clue. He knew this because even Allison seemed oblivious. She was a damn good hunter after all. If this guy was sloppy, she would have noticed, but she didn't, meaning he wasn't. So, Scott continued walking the path to the Hale house.

"Can someone explain it to me, again?" Stiles said loudly, breaking Scott's concentration for just a second. Scott hadn't even taken into consideration, Stiles' and Lydia's presence. Allison could take care of herself but Stiles and Lydia would be kept wide open and Scott couldn't risk it. He needed to be in the advantage and the advantage was getting Stiles and Lydia in the Hale House. Scott hadn't bothered to answer Stiles, knowing full well Lydia would badger him for not listening the first time around. He smiled to himself as Lydia began her assault.

"How did you ever finish elementary school without the appropriate listening skills? We are going to the Hale house because Allison has been tracking something that has been making frequent stops at the Hale house. And that something could end up being Derek." Lydia replied with irritation. She really had no clue why she had accompanied them. In Lydia's mind, she had no reason at all to be involved. However, she just couldn't leave Allison to deal with this on her own, especially not with everything going on between her, Scott and Isaac.

"I got that part, thank you very much. But what I don't understand is why, we are here, unarmed and waiting to be shredded into pieces." Stiles said with a hint of sarcasm.

Scott started to walk faster as the Hale house came into view. Stiles was right, they were in a dangerous position. If he went about this the wrong way, someone could get hurt and "shredded into pieces." Scott wasn't going to underestimate whoever was following them, especially after Deaton's many warnings. For all he knew, he could be leading them into a trap.

"You've been quiet for a while, you okay?" Allison whispered to him.

"We need to get in the house." Scott whispered catching Allison's full attention. Allison could feel Scott's tension and understood that something just wasn't right. Without causing attention, she looked around, surveying their surroundings.

Had Scott sensed something? Was someone else with them? Were they in danger? So many questions were being left unanswered as they finally entered the Hale house.

"Tell me what's going on?" Allison demanded as they stood in the hallway.

"Someone has been following us, I don't know for how long. He's been keeping his distance and he's armed." Scott answered looking to the window.

"Someone's been following us?" Lydia whispered looking to Scott for more information.

"Are you sure you are equipped with the appropriate listening tools for this conversation?" Stiles couldn't help but mock.

"Wait, you said armed? It could be a Hunter." Allison says ignoring Stiles' mockery and looking to Scott.

Scott had already thought of the possibility and something just didn't feel right. He couldn't explain it, so he didn't bother to answer Allison.

"You need to get to the car." Scott says looking to Stiles. Stiles straightened up and nodded his head in understanding. Something wasn't right, Stiles realized that as he looked to his best friend. Something about how Scott repeatedly looked to the window for confirmation caused Stiles to worry. Immediately grabbing Lydia by the arm, Stiles rushed to the back door.

"Allison, you need to go outside and take the attention away from me." Scott said softly as he made his way to the back of the house.

Allison didn't know if she should be angry or disappointed in herself. She couldn't choose between the two and so, she did both successfully. She hadn't noticed what clearly had Scott so cautious. She had trained rigorously since the Darach. She had realized through that experience that she had to do more, had to be better. She couldn't let her friends, let Scott, do it alone.


Charlie smiled as she watched the group of four enter the Hale house. Likely, it was the werewolf among them that noticed her presence. "Scott." She thought to herself, remembering that the girl with a knife concealed nicely underneath her jacket, had called the werewolf by that name. The name Scott reminded her of scotch and she softly sighed wishing she was in the cabin indulging in a small bottle of whiskey she had confiscated from one of the girls back at the academy.

She gently shook herself back to reality, she could indulge all she wanted after she gained more information on the unknown werewolf, Scott.

Scott hadn't show up in any of the records she had thoroughly gone through.

Either, he was of no importance, just some random Omega in unoccupied Hale territory or he was someone she had to keep on eye on.

She could only assume that the brown haired girl with the knife was a Hunter. Charlie had come in contact with Hunters before and didn't prefer their company. They were intelligent and lethal, but lacked fear. They weren't afraid of death, and so would sacrifice unnecessarily for their cause. Charlie was afraid of death. She fought to stay alive and to protect those who weren't capable of protecting themselves.

She was useless dead.

Charlie looked to the Hunter, who noisily opened the front door and paced the front lawn. Silently, Charlie turned her back and quickly began to run, creating as much space as possible between her and the group. Scott wanted to capture her, to find out why she was following him. How did she know? Because if it was her, she'd be thinking the same thing. She couldn't underestimate the wolf, regardless of his age.

Scott was definitely not an Omega, Charlie realized as she caught sight of the road. She looked back and waited a full second before continuing on her way to the cabin. She had left quite a distance between them, and wasn't worried of being caught. She quickly reminded herself not to underestimate Scott, and so, she started to run faster.


Isaac rushed to Allison, gently grabbing her arms and looking into her eyes. He didn't fully understand how he was feeling, but he was extremely relieved that she was okay. Isaac had been seconds away from entering a deep sleep when he felt Scott call to him. Isaac had pledged his loyalty to Scott and was happy to follow him and so, without a second thought, Isaac had rushed to the Hale house.

"How'd you know we were here?" Allison asked, gently removing Isaac's hands off her arms.

"Werewolf thing." Isaac answered as he moved his attention away from Allison and quickly scanned the area for Scott. "What happened?" He was a bit worried.
He could feel Scott, and something wasn't right. Scott didn't want Isaac to follow him, he had called him to make sure the others were safe.

"Someone was following us, and Scott went to find out why. You need to help him. I'm going to find the others." Allison says moving away from Isaac.

Isaac smiled at the authoritative tone she took. He quickly moved toward her, catching her fingers in his.

"I'm going with you, that's what Scott wants." He says his eyes quickly moving to her lips.

He lightly chuckled at the situation. All he could think about was kissing her, she was a complete distraction. He gently shook his head, he needed to make sure everyone was safe, he had no time to fantasize.

Allison tried her hardest not to draw attention to her hand that couldn't stop shaking. She was relieved Isaac had let go of her hand. She didn't know why her body reacted to Isaac in such a way, and she didn't need him jumping to conclusions. "Whatever, we need to get to the main road. Lydia and Stiles should be waiting there."

Isaac smiled as he watched Allison led the way to the main road. He ran behind her, allowing himself to transform slightly in order to strengthen his senses. Scott was on his way towards the main road as well, and he was clearly disappointed. Isaac could sense Scott, and knew he'd reach the main road before them. Finally reaching the main road, Isaac couldn't help but smirk when he caught sight of Scott talking to Stiles.

"Scott, you okay?" Isaac asked moving to his side.

"We'll talk at Deaton's. We need to get back." Scott answered as he moved to the passengers side avoiding Isaac's stare.

Isaac looked to Allison and closed his eyes. He had forgotten that their telepathic connection was a two way street. Unlike Scott, Isaac couldn't censor the information he shared.

There was nothing Isaac could do, but nod and enter the car along with Lydia and Allison.

Author's Note: Apologizes for the delay, it's probably been close to two months since I last posted :( I've been extremely busy, but I've taken the time to think about this story and I have so many ideas! I'm almost done with the next chapter so, expect an update soon! -Lex