Hey everyone! Four more reviews since I posted the last chapter a few days ago. It really is appreciated. Also for user "clanofrachel" I do apologize if you considered it a threat to not continue, it really was not intended as so. I am someone with an exceptionally low self esteem, so considering it seemed people were not enjoying it, I honestly considered to stop writing it. That was all it was meant to be, but now that I see some people are enjoying it, I will continue! So on with the story!

Just to let people know, the last chapter was the end of the "extended prologue," so from now on the storyline is one single entity, unless I decide to get creative in the future. Thats all from me, folks, have a good day/night and enjoy!

When Scott woke up, he was on a comfy couch, and he could hear voices. There were a lot of them, and he wanted to know who all was here before he opened his eyes. He could make out Derek's voice, Stiles', Peter's. There was also Lydia, Allison, and he thought he could also hear Ethan. What was Ethan doing back in Beacon Hills?

Scott opened his eyes, and slowly started to sit up, trying to take in his surroundings. He was in Derek's loft, it was dawn. Allison's voice could then be heard.

"Guys, hes waking up..."

Scott slung his legs off the couch, and that was when he felt it. The tensor bandage wrapped around his calf. The suddenly remembered what had happened. Derek had woke him up late, had taken him to the Hale House, New Werewolf, Werewolf was Stiles, he was shot in the leg, and had fallen down the stairs, and hit his head. The bump on his head must have healed, but his leg was obviously still healing.

Scott groaned as his foot hit the floor, jaring his whole leg, and causing intense pain. He felt a hand on his shoulder, a small warm hand, and he turned to see Allison looking down at him.

"You should be laying down, you need to heal." she said to him, but Scott's eyes looked past her, and found Derek's.

"What happened?" he asked, his tone fully meaning he demanded an answer. Derek sighed, and looked away from Scott, out his window.

"Wolfsbane bullet...Your going to heal, its just gonna take some time."

Scott nodded. The pain in his leg was familiar, he figured it was wolfsbane. "Who shot me?" he asked.

Derek's eyes made contact with Peter's, and Peter sighed.

"Are you really going to make me tell him?"

"Its your fault, isn't it?" Derek retorted.

Peter rolled his eyes, and sat up on the desk, trying to avoid eye contact with Scott.

"I was careless...was followed to the old house by a hunte-"

"Tell him who the hunter is!" Derek shouted, his anger towards his uncle quite evident in his tone. "We've kept this from them for way to long, and now she's hunting us!"

"Who..." Scott said, looking towards Derek, figuring Peter wasn't going to give him an answer.

Derek sighed, and turned to Scott.

"Scott, the day after we caught the Nogitsune, I had a dream. Or, I thought I did, I guess. These hunters, Italian by the sound of their voices, broke into my loft, and demanded the location of the "she-wolf." I figured they wanted Cora, and I told them that they would never find her. When I said her name, they looked, genuinely confused. The someone through smoke bombs everywhere...and I was shot..."

"What the hell does a dream have to do with the bullet wound in my leg right now!?" Scott said, slightly irritated.

"Because...it wasn't a dream...that really happened, and I was shot by this so called, "she-wolf."

"Okay, then who is it..."

"Kate.." Another voice said, and Scott was shocked to hear that it was Stiles. Scott turned to face his best friend, aghast.

"W-What do you mean? Kate? Kate who?!"

"Argent.." Allison said, looking down at the floor and shuffling her feet. "Somehow, my aunt survived Peter's attack.

"Fuckin' bitch.." Peter's voice muttered from his seat, and everyone just kinda looked at him with that look. "What?! Tell me I'm wrong!"

Derek rolled his eyes, and cleared his throat to regain Scott's attention.

"She seemed content with leaving us alone, I hadn't seen her since that day...then this note was pinned to my door last week..." Derek walked over to the table, and picked up a small sticky note, and handed it to Scott.

The writing was in a very neat cursive, written in red ink. It featured only one word, a name. Peter. Scott raised his eyebrows, and looked up at Derek. Everyone was looking at the note in Scott's hands, and all were intrigued by something that Scott couldn't see.

"Peter...thats all it says..." Scott asked Derek, who shook his head, and sat down on the couch.

"Turn it over..."

Scott did as he was told, and his eyes widened at what he seen. It was a black spiral, written in the same neat hand as had wrote Peter's name. A spiral. The werewolves sign for revenge.