"Two more weeks and counting, the pre-heat is setting in and the werewolves are getting more and more aggressive. I will be risking my life for this, want to fill me in on why?"

"Unlike my dear brother I've stopped denying these kids will need more help than they will get. I acknowledge I am asking a lot of you however given that we signed a legally binding contract I cannot-"

"Legally binding? Like any professor of law would believe in werewolves and witches!"

"Your name is Alisa Olivia Jameson," she lifted up a copy of my contract. "You signed that name on here which means as long as I fulfill my end of the bargain, you will follow the teens."

"And do what? Are you stalking them to get them killed?"

"I'm as far from the Argents as a witch could be, I have no reason to support them."

"You know a lot, I could help you if you let me into your mind long enough to figure you out."

"You could learn, if you're willing to sign an addition into our contract."

"I cannot endanger myself to help you, I barely know you and as soon as I get enough money I'll be out of the states and you'll have no one to spy for you."

"Even if you were planning to leave the second you got enough money, it'd still bring us through till the week after heat."

"What do you have in mind?"


"Something is wrong here."

"Nice observation there, Scott, any other words of wisdom?" Stiles asked as they stood in the doorframe to his room. His desk was neat and his bed was fully made.

"Dad, did you hire a house keeper?" Stiles yelled downstairs.

"No, I told you there is no shame in cleaning up your own messes," his father yelled back.

"Well there's that, sniff around big guy and find out if the alphas have been out and about."

"Okay," Scott gestured to his body, "I am a werewolf, not a bloodhound."

"Did you smell anything," Stiles got to the point.

"Definitely not alpha, but not human either."

"Okay, could you be more specific? Do we have another Kanima loose in Beacon Hills?"

"It's pretty similar, masked, indescribable, and not normal."

"Well I hope whoever it was strikes again, this place was a dump when we left this morning."

"We should go talk to Deaton about using a mountain ash barrier against the house."


"You want me to capture a kid and teach him magic? You do realize I am 19 and have no patience for teaching, right?"

"Believe me; teaching was not my first career choice either. While the wolves are in heat you will find Stiles, the human, and teach him what you know so he won't be killed by any rogue alphas. Kali will be in heat too and it's likely she'll be sent away making Deucalion more susceptible to a magical attack."

"He doesn't even know his potential. I've been watching him closely and there have been no accidents, floating things, or anything nonhuman about him. Are you sure you have the right guy?"

"I am your boss, you do not question me," she ordered. In a quiet voice she continued, "I knew his mother, she didn't have the magic but she knew about it from her mother. I owe that woman my life and I promised her as she lay dying, unaware of anything around her, that I would teach her son. I don't have any reason to interact with Stiles, he isn't in any of my classes and has only had one guidance meeting. I cannot push him into this, you are around his age and can remind him that not all witches are old and bitter."

"You realize that's the most you've ever told me about this thing."

"My brother is guarded and lives to protect his secrets. I crave an outlet for them. That is why I am trying to help this kid and my brother is standing by, assured these kids can manage themselves."

"I'll do it."


"Allison, prepare the guest room." When he got no reply Chris continued on with, "Allison, please."

"Who is coming?" She asked as she came down the stairs.

"Is it important?"

"You're not in a good mood, so I'll wager a guess at yes."

"Her name is Jade. Your grandfather organized her hunting division and she is concerned about how we are managing with an alpha pack moving into town."

"You mean why we haven't killed them yet."

"Your aunt and mother are dead, Gerard will die any day now, there is reasonable concern on her part that we are not able to function adequately."

"Will she try to kill my friends?"

"She won't be looking out for them if they are in her line of fire."


"Have you talked to Allison about heat yet?"

"I can't," Scott confessed. "It sounds like I'll be unable to control myself, what if I hurt her?"

"Fair point, why don't you and Isaac do the thing since you can't hurt each other?"

"What is up with all the talk about humping and trying to set me and Isaac up? Do you know something I don't?" Scott was seriously flipping out about this more than Stiles had planned for.

"What? No." Stiles scoffed. "I just… It… It made a lot more sense in my head."

"Whatever," Scott visibly relaxed. "I don't know what to do," and just like that Scott was back to angst filled teenage boy.

"Just talk to Allison, even if you're too scared you'll hurt her, maybe she knows some kind of way to get around it."

"I guess it can't hurt to ask."

AN:I'm updating this a bit quicker than planned, I'm motivated again :D It's not as long as I wanted but at least I'm getting something done. This is unbeta'd so please forgive any spelling/grammar mistakes. Reviews make me smile but follows and favorites make me squeal with glee too. This story has been viewed 200 times and it kinda scares me but it makes me proud too :)