Chapter6

"You can't go with me, Soph." Stiles said softly.

I looked away from his eyes, tears filling mine. It was hard to see anything. "I just want to help."

He kissed me softly. "I don't want you to get hurt."

"What if you get hurt?" I pointed out. It wasn't fair. I wanted to go. I could help, couldn't I?

Stiles smiled at me, trying to reassure me. It wasn't working well. "I hang out with Scott all the time. I haven't been hurt once. I'll be fine, promise."

This time, I didn't trust him. He could get hurt. Derek wasn't okay, he wasn't Scott. Who knew how unstable he really was?

"Please." I pleaded one last time. He couldn't leave me. He just couldn't. Not after we had just made up. That would only make me more mad. I didn't need that.

Stiles stroked my cheek softly as he kissed me gently. "I'll drop you off at your house and go help Scott. Then I'll come see you when it's over, okay?"

That wasn't a good thing. That wasn't what I wanted. Just to sit around and worry? No, I couldn't do that.

I couldn't say anything more, anything to change his mind. It was over. I lost.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, my tears finally falling out.

He hugged me back and I knew he felt bad. Good. "Soph, it's alright. I promise."

I shook my head against him. It wasn't alright. Didn't he know that?

"Soph, don't cry. You're too pretty to cry." He said softly, stroking my hair.

I shook my head. Trying to make me feel better wasn't working. Not even close.

He pulled back and looked down at me. "Come on."

I sighed and followed him out to my car.

Scott

I crept up to Derek slowly, not wanting to make any quick movements. That would really set him off.

"Derek? It's me, Scott."

He whimpered and hid his face in his paws. His whole body was shaking and I saw a patch of blood on his back leg. Something had hurt him... someone, maybe.

"I won't hurt you, Derek. I'm just here to help." I spoke softly. I got down on my knees and got a better look at the bleeding wound on his leg. It was a big gash in his thigh. His fur was sticky and red from the blood. It looked like it was already dried.

Derek whimpered again, a sad plead for help, and looked up at me through his dark eyes.

"Derek, you need to phase back." I said.

He rested his head on his paws and continued to look at me sadly.

I knew that look. "You can't... can you?"

Derek sighed through his nose and looked away. That was a no. If he could turn into a wolf, why couldn't he turn back?

"Scott McCall... how nice to see you." A woman said from behind me.

I swallowed hard and looked over my shoulder Allison. "I should have known you'd come for me."

Ever since her aunt was killed, she felt the need to take over. Even after she accepted me being a werewolf.

She laughed. "I didn't come for you, Scott. I came for the wolf inside of you. I figured if I could stop the transformations, freezing you as human or even wolf, we wouldn't have a problem in this town."

"That's never going to happen, Allison. Just give it up."

She stalked to my side and smiled down at Derek. "It's too bad he couldn't be a full human. He was cute."

My eyes widened. "You're saying he's a wolf? Forever?"

She rested her hand on my arm. "Yes, Scott."

I pulled away from her and started backtracking in my step. I tripped over something. I didn't look down to see what it was.

She frowned at me. "Scott? Where are you going?"

"Away from you. I thought you were a sweet, innocent girl, Allison. I was dead wrong."

She lifted a gun from her belt and held it right at my chest. "I didn't want to hurt you, Scott. I just wanted us to be normal. We can still be together."

"We can't, Allison. Not after you almost killed Derek. I won't forget anything that happened."

She stared at me for a long second before pulling the trigger. A tranquilizer shot itself into my chest, sending medicine all through my body.

"I still love you, Scott." She whispered and she stuck the gun back in its place. She placed her hands under my arms and drug me from the house.