"You look like Hon Solo." Stiles laughed when I walked up to him and Scott.

"Thanks." I said, laughter bubbling slightly.

"So did you find anything out about the necklace yet?" Scott asked.

I glanced at him, felt my stomach burn.

"No, I haven't spoken to Allison yet." I replied. "But I will."

I headed off towards the direction of Allison's locker. She was pulling books from it when I slid up next to her.

"You wrote your family paper thing on La Bête du Gévaudan right?" I asked.

"Yeah, my aunt gave me this necklace and told me to look it up." She said, placing her necklace in-between her thumb.

"Did it help you figure out anything about the necklace?" I laughed.

"No. I mean, I sort of found out that my family is who hunted down la bête but nothing else besides that really." She explained, letting the necklace drop against her throat. "Why are you so curious?"

"Oh just because I was thinking of doing my French paper on it." I replied, I saw Jackson really close to Scott. "I'll talk to you later, don't wanna be late for class."

I made my way over to them as Jackson turned Scott's face by his jaw. A look of dread washed over Scott's face as Jackson turned and left.

"What is it? What's wrong?" I asked, that dread now filling my stomach.

"Jackson knows." He replied, barely a whisper.

"Let's find Stiles." I said.

I placed my hand on the lockers and pulled Scott to stand in front of me. I shut my eyes.

"Stiles." I whispered.

An image popped in my head and my eyes popped open. Scott looked confused.

"He's about to round the corner." I said.

Stiles rounded the corner and we made our way up to him. Scott explaining the situation.

"How does he know?" Stiles asked.

"I don't know." Scott replied.

"Did he say it?" Stiles asked.

"Say what?" Scott questioned.

"You know the word?" Stiles pressed.

"He's asking if he called you a werewolf." I whispered.

"No but he implied it pretty freaking clearly." Scott replied.

"He doesn't have any proof then does he? And if he tells someone, who is gonna believe him?" Stiles questioned.

"How about Allison's father?" Scott brought up.

"Allison's Dad isn't the one you have to worry about, it's her aunt." I stated.

"Does he know about her family?" Stiles asked.

"I don't think so." Scott replied.

"Okay, where is Derek?" Stiles asked.

"I can call and ask." I offered.

"Okay, I have a plan but it's gonna need a little finessing." Stiles explained.

"Okay but we have that game tonight." Scott said.

"When are you gonna see Allison?" Stiles asked.

"She's in my next class. Vay, did you talk to her?" Scott asked.

"Yeah but she doesn't really know a lot about the necklace." I explained. "And the necklace is flat, it's not like a locket or anything. I don't know if it says anything on the back though."

"Okay, get the necklace." Stiles said, patting Scott's shoulder.

We all went to class. I anxiously waited until lunch to talk to them again. Scott slid down in the seat across from me and Stiles plopped down next to him.

"So did you get the necklace?" Stiles asked.

"No, she told me not to talk to her." Scott stated.

"So did you find anything else out?" Stiles asked.

"Just that I know nothing about girls and they're totally psychotic." Scott started then glanced at me. "No offence."

I rubbed my cheeks.

"I'll get it." I said. "I'll get the necklace."

"No, Scott's just gonna steal the stupid thing." Stiles said. "It's easier than you maybe getting in trouble with her."

"Guys, he's watching us." Scott said.

"Well don't look at him, you jackasses." I said. "Both of you look at me."

They both glanced at me, Scott winced slightly.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked.

"Jackson's talking to me." Scott explained.

After a few moments of sitting in silence, Scott gripped his lunch tray.

"Scott, listen, you can't let him have this kind of power of you." Stiles said.

Scott's tray snapped in half, everyone pausing to glance over. I put a hand over Scott's.

"Scott, we should go." I offered.

It seemed to bring him back a little as he stood up with Stiles and took off. I stood up, gathering my things. Jackson stood against a vending machine. I stepped up to him, only a few inches away from him.

"If you do something to hurt Scott, I'm going to hurt you, I'm going to hurt you so bad you'll never do anything ever again." I threatened before turning and taking off.

I went to the bathroom, panting slightly as I leaned against the sinks. I didn't threaten people. I didn't threaten innocent people no matter how awful and terrible they were. I couldn't just let scales tip for one person. It's not like I was madly in love with him. He was just sort of cute and really nice. That's it, I didn't even like him more than a friend. I needed to get myself in check. I was the protector, I couldn't be side tracked like this. What happened to me killing the Alpha? When did I start listening to the plans of a brand new werewolf and his human best friend? I took a deep breath, straightening myself out. I went to the rest of my classes. I had a tutoring session after school before I met up with Lydia before the game tonight. I plopped down in the library waiting on a few of the kids to show up. Two showed up.

"We'll wait another five minutes for her." I said.

"Do we have to? She's always late." Isaac complained.

"Yeah, I know but she'll be lost if I start without her." I explained.

"You'd think for someone that's failing French, she'd be a little more concerned with being her when she's supposed to be." Danny complained.

She rushed in to the library and plopped down next to Danny.

"Sorry I'm late." Erica said quietly.

"That's okay, let's get started." I said, smiling at her.

I cut the tutoring short today since the game was tonight and both Danny and Isaac had to get ready and the fact that Danny got a phone call saying he needed to leave. I offered to bring Erica with me to the game but she declined, saying she'd better stay home and study for French instead. I offered to meet up with her over the weekend for any extra help. I went home and changed by clothes before calling Lydia.

"Hey, you want me to pick you up or what?" I asked.

"Oh, I'm not going to the game." Lydia replied.

"You, Lydia Martin, aren't going to a lacrosse game?" I asked.

"Jackson dumped me." She explained, her voice breaking.

"He what?" I asked, I could feel myself filled with rage, the lightbulbs in my bedroom all shattering.

"It's not a big deal, I mean, how long could it take me to get over the co-captain of the lacrosse team?" She laughed.

"Lydia, you can talk to me." I said. "I'm sorry if I haven't really been there for you lately but you're still my best friend."

"Thanks, you should go to the game though. We can't leave Allison alone." She replied.

"You sure?" I asked. "Because I could come over with a huge thing of ice cream and The Notebook?"

"You hate The Notebook." She replied.

"Yeah but you love it." I said.

"You go to the game. We can hang out tomorrow." She replied.

"Okay, I'll text you." I said, hanging up.

I glanced around my room. I very rarely lost control like this. I headed to my car when my phone started to vibrate.

"Hey, we need you to come with us." Stiles said when I picked up.

He pulled in to my drive way and I climbed in the back seat. We pulled up in front of the hospital. Derek slammed Stiles' head against his steering wheel.

"Hey!" I rose my voice.

"He knows what that's for." Derek replied.

"You realize you're an adult and that's assault right?" I asked, annoyed.

Derek rolled his eyes. I followed Stiles inside the hospital, he stayed on the phone with Derek while we went inside.

"I don't see anyone." Stiles said in to the phone. "Okay, well, he's not here either."

I could hear yelling on the other side of the phone when I felt a sharp pain in my side as I was thrown across the room and in to the wall, I felt my head slam against it. I groaned as I heard Stiles yell my name. I felt an arm underneath my armpits, hoisting me up.

"Stiles, what's going on?" I asked, dizzy.

"Derek's fighting his uncle, his uncle is the Alpha. We are getting out of here." Stiles explained.

"No, let me go. I have to kill the alpha. Derek will die if we leave him alone." I said, trying to get away from him.

I fell down and he pulled me back up, getting me outside and in to his car.

"Look, you can't do anything. You're bleeding pretty bad." Stiles said, shifting his Jeep in gear.

"I'll heal, slowly but it'll happen. We have to get to Scott." I said.

We pulled up to the school. Stiles helping me out of the Jeep. We pushed through the door of the locker room. Scott was sitting on a bench.

"We have a huge problem." Stiles said.

"I know." Scott replied.

He looked up at us then and I saw his eyes go wide.

"What happened?" He asked, Stiles making me sit down on the bench next to Scott.

"The Alpha. I got caught off guard." I replied. "I can heal but I have to get home. I don't have anything on me to help with the process."

"Your head is bleeding pretty bad." Scott said.

"My head isn't what hurts." I replied. "Though I am a little dizzy."

"What else got hit?" Scott asked.

"He threw her by the waist." Stiles explained.

I gripped Stiles shoulder and got up, I raised my dress up to look at my side. The half of my body that ached had garish purple blotches covering it, some were already yellow around the outside.

"We should get you home." Scott said.

"Get dressed, we'll wait in the Jeep." Stiles said.

They got me home, I put some crystals around my bed and shut off the lights.