Dreams tormented me. I woke and fell asleep many times and each time the dream was slightly different. Once it was me and Scott at his house, in the living room, sitting on the couch, and when I turned to him, there was a single bullet hole in his head and he was staring at me happily while a tendril of blood ran down his face. Another time Derek and I were making out in the woods, where we had trained so recently, and the Alpha appeared out of nowhere and ripped Derek in half. Each dream Derek, Scott, Stiles, Allison, or even Lydia died a grisly death. Each time I woke up with their accusing looks imprinted in my eyelids and an echo-like voice whispering in my ear 'Why didn't you save us? You're the Alpha, why didn't you save us? Adam would be so disappointed.' At six o'clock in the morning I gave up on sleeping and gently rocked myself for about forty-five minutes.

. . .

"I think it did," I heard Stiles say behind me.

I jerked away from where I was standing in the parking lot, staring at the bloody bus in front of me. People rushed to and fro, taking pictures and searching for evidence. I walked up to them and quickly got the short version of Scott's dream the night before; involving this very bus. Scott rushed off in search of Allison a moment later, looking around and walking as quickly as he could without running. He was starting to freak out as she didn't answer his calls and texts. I, however remained completely calm for his sake, I was really flipping out on the inside. After a moment of Scott flipping out he leaned up against a locker and, when his heart got too much for him, punched it so hard it bent and fell off the hinges. He realized what he had done and started backing up down the hall... right into Allison. As they talked Jackson walked up to his locker and discovered the door was no longer on its hinges. He stood there, futilely trying to put it back on. I chuckled at his confused expression and walked off to class with a smile plastered on my face.

. . .

During class with the world's meanest teacher, a.k.a. Mr. Harris, Scott and Stiles got separated for talking and a girl yelled that the police found something. Everyone rushed to the window where we could see and old man being moved on a stretcher towards the ambulance. He suddenly jerked up screaming causing everyone in the classroom to jerk back in surprise that he wasn't dead. Even Mr. Harris seemed mildly disturbed by the events. Out of the corner of my eye I saw fear creep into Scott's eyes.

"Stiles, I did that," he said slowly, the fear of himself seeping into every word.

. . .

At lunch I went immediately to Scott and Stiles' table, knowing Allison would be there soon too, as I was no longer hungry after seeing the broken and bloody man carted away in a stretcher. I sat down next to Stiles at the same time Lydia sat down next to Scott.

"Figure what out?" Lydia asked, ignoring their slightly shocked expressions.

"Er... homework!" Stiles said a little nervously.

"Yeah," Scott said a moment later.

Allison, Danny, Greenburg, and a girl I didn't know sat down around us; Allison on Scott's other side, Danny on Stiles' other side, Greenburg at the head, and the girl on my other side.

Jackson walked up and looked down at Greenburg "Get up."

"Why don't you ask Danny to get up?" Greenburg whined.

"Because I don't stare his girlfriend's coin slot," the gay Danny said smart-alecky.

I threw my hand over Stiles' shoulder and gave Danny a fist bump. He and I were lab partners, so the two of us knew each other pretty good already.

"So I heard it was some kind of an animal attack... Probably a cougar," Danny said, rolling his apple over in his hand.

"I heard it was a mountain lion," Jackson said.

"A cougar is a mountain lion," Lydia said barely looking up. Jackson gave her a weird look and she quickly added "Isn't it?"

Jackson frowned "Who cares? It was probably a homeless tweaker who was gonna die anyway."

Stiles looked up from his phone "Actually I just found out who it is, check it out."

He held his phone out and the journalist said "The sheriff department won't speculate on the details of the incident, but confirmed that the victim, Garrison Meyers, did survive at the attack. Meyers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in a critical condition."

"Wait, I know this guy," Scott said, stuttering slightly.

"You do?" Allison asked curiously.

"Yeah, I used to take his bus when I went to see my dad. He was the driver."

"Can we talk about something more fun, please?" Lydia asked. "Like... Oh, where are we going tomorrow night?" Allison and Scott turned to look at her. "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow night, right?"

I tuned out, daydreaming about Derek's beautiful green eyes, until I heard someone saying my name several times, I jerked my head up to look at Lydia "What?"

She rolled her eyes "I said you should come… and bring the guy you were just dreaming about."

I knew my eyes grew big "What?!"

She twirled her finger through her hair "Again, I know boy dreaming when I see it."

Allison's face flooded with mischief "Bring your boyfriend… Derek."

All the boys' eyebrows shot up at Allison's words, Scott's and Stiles' nearly disappearing into their hairlines.

My face flushed as I stared at Allison "Derek and I aren't dating!" I grew quiet as everyone in the room turned to look at me. I said in a quieter voice "We are just really good friends."

Lydia rolled her eyes and said in such a quiet voice I barely heard it even with my wolf hearing "Yeah right."

I shot up from my seat as Jackson, Allison, Danny, and the girl gave me skeptical looks "You know what! You're all mean!" I stormed out of the room, their laughter following me out.

. . .

The next night I lay curled up with my puppies; my Kai Ken; Aimi, my Czechoslovakian Vlcak; Pandora, and my Caucasian Ovcharka; Charmant. Their warmth radiated into my bones, comforting me as I dozed. I flinched slightly when Charmant shifted to rest her weight on my spine. Pandora wiggled her way closer to my body, shoving her nose in between my stomach and the bed.

I blinked wearily as Aimi let out a little bark, I glanced up at the window she was barking at and saw Derek crouching just outside it. I quickly scrambled up and opened the window. He climbed in and moved to sit on my bed. All the puppies started climbing over each other in an attempt to get to him first. He turned to them with his blue wolf eyes blazing but the three didn't even notice. They just tumbled up to him and started sniffing him all over, except for Pandora. She sat down exactly six inches from him and stared up at him expectantly. Her one ice blue eye and her one amber colored eye stared at him expectantly. She blinked at him then jumped down and padded over to me and took a post almost on my feet.

"Come on," Derek said simply before pushing off the two puppies and walking towards the window.

I glanced down at my pajama pants and tank top "Hold up, I gotta change first."

Derek froze and turned around, a smirk playing at his lips "You look fine like that."

I rolled my eyes and stepped behind the screen in the corner of my room to change "Yeah right. I look like I just woke up on the wrong side of the bed."

"You do."

I grinned impishly as I peeled off my shirt "Oh yeah?" I stepped out of the blinds with the only visible clothes jeans and a black bra.

He looked up from petting Aimi "Ye…" he froze, staring at me as I walked softly through the room to my dresser and pulled out a black turtleneck and a leather jacket. I turned so my back was facing him and heard his sharp intake of breath.

I knew he saw the pronounced scars my shoulder blades and lower back, and the tribal symbol tattoo running down from the base of my spine till mid back, the detailed wolf head under my right shoulder blade, and the full moon in giant werewolf claws right above my left hip. I pulled the shirt on and turned around to look at him. I winked at him and walked past him and jumped out the window.

. . .

We stood in Derek's room, looking out at the cop in his front lawn, if you can call it that, a while later. Derek flashed his eyes and the dog in the back seat of the cop car started flipping out, which scared the cop back into the car. We watched him drive away and saw Scott walking up to the house slowly. "I know you can hear me. I need your help." He said swallowing his pride. We went downstairs and Derek went out to join Scott on the porch while I climbed to the roof of it and crouched down, watching our surroundings carefully.

"Okay... I know I was a part of you getting arrested and that we basically announced being here to the hunters, I also... don't know what happened to your sister. But I think I did something last night. I had a dream about... someone. But someone else got hurt. And it seems like a part of the dream actually happened."

"You think you attacked the driver."

"Did you see what I did last night?"

"No."

"Can you at least tell me the truth? Am I gonna hurt someone?"

"Yes."

"Could I kill someone?"

"Yes."

"Am I going to kill someone?"

"Probably." There was a pause. "Look, I can show you how to remember. I can show how to control the shift, even at the full moon. But it's not gonna come for free."

"What do you want?"

"You'll find out. But for now, I'm gonna give you what you want. Go back to the bus. Go inside, and see it. Feel it. Let your senses, your sight. Smell, touch. Let your senses remember for you."

"That's it, just... Just go back?"

"Do you wanna know what happened?"

"I just wanna know if I hurt him."

"No you don't. You wanna know if you'll hurt her."

I swung down from the roof and landed gracefully on my feet "Derek, you are so good at pep talks," I said sarcastically as I started walking away. I turned around and gave the two male wolves a wink "I'm off for a very dangerous mission!"

Scott looked confused "What?"

I turned away "Deciding on clothes with Lydia!" I mock shivered and took off, listening to Scott chuckle as I ran, but even that eventually faded.

. . .

I stood in the bowling alley, a little distance from Scott and Allison, as I searched for the perfect ball. I picked the heaviest one there and placed it on our wrack. Jackson looked from me, to the number on the ball, to the lane, and back to me, and then started choking on his laughter. Jackson helped Lydia with her bowling which I knew she didn't need but was just faking it, Allison bowled a perfect strike, as did Jackson, and Scott got a sad little gutter ball. Then it was my turn. I picked up my ball and walked up to the lane, allowing my body to slouch a little towards the ball as if bending from its weight. I heard Jackson chuckle behind me and I threw a little smile over my shoulder at everyone. I suddenly straightened up and threw the ball in perfect form. The ball smoothly knocked every single one of the pins down. I turned around to see everyone staring at me with mouths hanging open and eyes bugging out. All I did was smile and sit down. This procedure happened over and over, Lydia faking sucking, Jackson getting a lot of points, Allison and I easily keeping point pace with him, and Scott continuously being horrible. Sometime during the game Allison went up next to Scott as he stood in front of the lane and whispered something to him, I only caught the word 'naked,' but after that Scott kept getting strikes. A short while later Scott pissed Lydia off in some way I barely caught and got a strike that rivaled one of my own, without any help from Jackson.

The rest of the night sped by and I once again found myself wrapped in puppy love on my bed.

. . .

I somehow sleepwalked all the way to Derek's house. Sleepwalking wasn't unusual for me, but I never did it so far. I woke up to Derek shaking me awake from where I sat against his front door. While I was still groggy he carried me upstairs to his room and started asking me questions, though I couldn't answer them for a few minutes. By the time I was fully awake Derek had given up on asking and just sat there in silence, watching me. We heard Scott yelling downstairs and Derek went down to meet him. After a minute I began to hear thumps and growls from the obvious fighting. I didn't go downstairs until the fighting ceased. I came down and listened to Derek explain to Scott about Alphas and how the Alpha wanted Scott. I stepped into the crumbled living room.

"Me too," I said quietly.

"What?" Scott asked.

"He wants me too, if a pack with one Alpha is powerful than what makes the pack even stronger?"

Derek stared at me for a moment "You're an Alpha."

Scott's eyes widened "What?!"

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