Hey there. I want to apologize for not finishing this story or even this chapter. My first year in college suddenly got very difficult and I forgot about the story all together. I was going through old writings today and found this half finished chapter 9. It's crazy even after more than a year this story still gets views, but this will be the last update. I had the rest of the story planned out, but have since lost that outline and cannot remember where I was taking the story. If I ever find that piece of paper there may be a next chapter, but I would be surprised. I apologize again for this half completed story and half completed chapter, it actually stops mid sentence... However I'm thankful to anyone who has read my writing, reviewed it or enjoyed it. Thanks for all the follows! Maybe I'll see some of you again in a different story. Until then, all I own is Maxine and the storyline. Enjoy!

"Stiles," Max groans when I flip to the next channel.

"What you like that show?" I shake my head at her.

"No, just choose a channel would ya?" she laughs slightly.

"Max there are 900 channels and so far not a single one has caught my attention," I grunt flipping faster now.

"Just turn it off then, it's like one in the morning. We should both go to sleep…" Max yawns then. She stares me down until the TV screen goes dark.

"Ok fine," I sigh dropping the remote on the table in front of me. I kick my legs up beside it letting my head lull back against my chair.

"Are you really going to sleep like that?" Max rolls her eyes at me.

"It's this or the floor!" I bark.

"Or you could go home!" she barks back.

"I'm not leaving you here alone," I say quickly folding my arms.

"Then I guess we'll have to share my bed," she grunts as she shifts in her bed.

"Wha-" My voice catches. "No, no, no!" I jabber feeling my palms instantly start to sweat. Sharing a bed makes my mind jump to all the places that I need to avoid right now. Max means this innocently, Stiles! I shout to myself in my mind.

"Come on Ms. McCall isn't going to catch us," Max groans her head hitting the pillow. "Get in bed now…" I jump to my feet as my heart rate rises. I pull back trying to not seem so anxious. Why am I so anxious? I keep myself from sprinting toward the bed. Once I get there she pulls back the sheets and I carefully slip in beside her focusing hard on not touching her. When my foot does barely brush hers I almost jump back out of the bed.

"I'm sorry! I'm sorry!" I shout quickly pushing away from her.

"Stiles! It's fine!" she yells forcefully grabbing my shirt and pulling me the rest of the way under the covers. Our faces rest inches from each other my nose filling with the comforting sent of Max. "Hi," she blinks that one blue eye as she smiles.

"Hi," I laugh nervously.

"Oh my God! You're fine!" she pouts at me. "It's just one night I'm making you share a bed with me. It's not a life long commitment," she rolls her eye. I don't know what to say. I can't say anything.

"Ok."

"Ok, great," Max says quickly before clearing her throat. She rolls onto her back to look at the ceiling. I stay on my side looking at her. "Hey, wanna know something?" she says suddenly.

"Sure."

"Coach told me he keeps you on the bench because it riles you up and then you play better," she turns to me now, a half smile on her face. "You're his secret weapon. So secret apparently that even you didn't know it." She pauses then. "I guess you are Superman." I just smile slightly and shake my head. Lying down reminds me of how tired I am. It makes me ache all over, my legs, my chest and my head. "I'm going to sleep now," Max informs me before ripping her oxygen pump from her nose.

"What are you doing?" I shout sitting up slightly trying to catch the tubing before it slips from the bed, but I'm too slow.

"I can't sleep with that thing on, it's not doing anything I can't handle anyway," she shrugs before closing her eye.

"Max I think you need to keep it in," she doesn't answer me. "Max?" I pause for an answer, but her eye and mouth stay shut. "Real mature…" I groan. "No one falls asleep that fast!" I shout and her hand comes flying up over my mouth to shush me. I sigh and do as her hand says. It falls away then and I feel myself drift into sleep as I watch her chest rise and fall in time with mine.

"Stiles Stilinski!" a voice pulls me from sleep. I grab onto Max protectively, seeing as she is grabbing onto me. Ms. McCall stands at the edge of Max's bed arms crossed.

"What!" I shout back at her.

"Get out of this bed right now!" she yells pointing toward the doorway where I see Scott has lodged himself. He smirks at me and shrugs. I look down at Max and we both cautiously unhook ourselves from one another. I step out of bed and am instantly chilled by the freezing hospital flooring.

"Jesus Christ!" I shout as I jump into the closest seat. Scott laughs as he takes the seat beside me.

"Stiles I told you to stay out of the room! That includes the bed!" Ms. McCall yells as she aggressively checks Max over. I know better than to argue with Ms. McCall, but Max doesn't.

"It was my fault Ms. McCall. I didn't want him sleeping in that chair because I knew he'd just complain about having a bad back in the morning," Max smiles sweetly as she offers her arm for a blood pressure test. Ms. McCall surprisingly has no answer; she just huffs as she finishes the check up routine.

"Just don't let it happen again," she says angrily before leaving the room.

"No promises," Max grunts crossing her arms. Scott punches me hard in the shoulder then.

"Ow!" I shout turning to him. Scott just raises his eyebrows at me. "We didn't sleep together!"

"Well technically we did," Max points out. I glare at her now. "We just didn't have sex first."

"It's too early to be around either of you," I whine letting my body go limp.

"It's like eleven am," Scott laughs.

"Exactly, too early."

"How are you feeling a Max?" Scott asks then.

"Fine, just a little sore here and there," she nods her head. "I feel like I missed a whole lot of fun after I passed out yesterday."

"Just a lot of blood," Scott says. "After you both went down we found you and the two dead werewolves. The other alphas ran out and we were left in a trashed version of Lydia's pretty house. Derek, Peter, Isaac and Mr. Argent all dipped out before the police got there. They took the dead wolves with them. The paramedics rolled you two out on stretchers and Lydia and I rode with your dad in the cruiser. We got here hung around, told our stories while they fixed you guys up, then Stiles woke up, had a panic attack about you Max and then you woke up too. That's pretty much everything."

"So we accomplished what we went in for," Max nods.

"Pretty much, just missed a few wolves," Scott shrugs. A knock on the door turns our attention from Scott to a woman in a white coat. She has big eyes and happy smile.

"Hello Max," the woman coos as she crosses the room to Max's bed. "I don't know if you remember, but I'm Doctor Herald. I am the one who has been over seeing your recovery."

"Oh, ok cool," Max shrugs. "So what's the news doc?"

"Well you are healing at a steady rate and you look good enough to go on home. Are your parents or guardian here?" the doctor asks sweetly.

"My dad is her guardian," I say standing up to shake the doctor's hand. "Sheriff Stilinski's boy right?"

"Yeah, yes. Stiles," I stutter. "He isn't here right now."

"Do you live with the Stilinski's Max?" the doctor looks concerned now.

"Uhh no, I live on my own."

"Oh well in that case sweetheart you can stay right here," Herald smiles.

"No, no!" Max yells sitting up quickly. "I want to go home."

"There is no one there to take care of you though, you need someone to help you out for a little while. I'm going to have to insist you stay here. If you need anything at all ask Ms. McCall she can help you with that." The doctor smiles again, while Max watches her leave in horror. "Good to see you Scott," the doctor winks as she walks out the door.

"What the hell!" Max screams throwing the covers off of herself revealing two bandaged up legs. "I'm going home!" She moves to leave the bed and I stop her.

"Don't! You'll hurt yourself more!" I yell trying to bar her from standing, but she uses my shoulder as support instead.

"Screw this!" she yells her feet hitting the ground. "Ow! Ow!" she yelps then and I lift her back into bed. "That hurt more than I thought it would…" she moans covering her face.

"Max you're going to go home eventually, but right now you have to stay here and recover," Scott says sounding like his mom.

"I have work to do! And Puca needs me!" she shouts into her pillow.

"Work can wait," I sigh. "And Puca can take care of himself." She turns to me and frowns. The door knocks again and tall, dark Derek followed by bright, young Isaac trump through the door.

"Hi," Derek says coldly placing a bottle on the coffee table beside the remote.

"How you guys doing?" Isaac says looking between Max and me.

"Fine!" Max yells making poor Isaac jump.

"She's upset because they won't let her go home," Scott sighs.

"We brought you a soothing tonic that Peter made special for you," Derek explains quickly.

"I don't want it," Max grumps.

"I don't care," Derek grumps back. "We brought it anyway."

"We really came for advice on alphas," Isaac says stepping in the way of the glaring contest Max had taken up with Derek. "We know you have to know something about them."

"Well I know they aren't all as grumpy as your alpha," Max says sticking her tongue out at Derek who doesn't know how to respond. I stifle a laugh.

"Oh come on Maxine just help us out, would you?" Derek sighs.

"Alphas are scaredy-cats, or scaredy-dogs I guess in your case," Max says quickly. "Speaking of knowing things… Is my bag still in your jeep?" she says looking over at me.

"It was in there when I drove it back to get your shirt," Scott tells us. "Want me to go get it?"

"That would be lovely," Max nods and Scott exits the room.

"What do you mean we are scaredy-cats or dogs?" Derek demands.

"You won't fight anything on your own!" Max grunts. "Omegas fight for themselves, Betas fight for their masters and Alphas only fight if they have too."

"That's not true! I always fight!" Derek yells shaking Max's bed slightly.

"But Isaac always fights with you!" Max barks back. "And when he isn't around it's Scott and he isn't even your pack member!"

"Ok! Ok!" Isaac yells over them. "So how does this help us?"

"I don't know you just asked what I know about alphas…" Max shrugs.

"Just tell us how to get rid of the last three alphas!" Derek screams his eyes bulging out of his head.

"Oh my God calm down," Max growls folding her arms. I again stifle my laugh enjoying the exchange greatly. "You have to bait and trap them."

"Bait with what?" Scott says quickly as he enters the room, Max's buckled bag out in front of him. He places it beside her and she pulls out the book and hugs it tight to her chest.

"What they want," Max says quickly pushing through the pages of her book.

"What do they want?" I ask.

"I don't know," she shrugs and the other boys groan. "They probably straight up told you what they want."

"They want me to kill my pack, but how can we bait them with that?" Derek grunts quietly. Isaac's eyes go wide letting us know it's the first time he's heard of this. "Killing my pack won't help us kill them."

"Let's dig deeper, why do they want you to kill your pack?" Max asks not looking at any of us, but instead at the yellowed pages of her book.

"So I gain their abilities," Derek swallows hard.

"But how would that benefit them?" Max says quickly.

"Because then I could join their pack?" Derek asks.

"Would you ever join their pack after this mess?" Max looks sideways at Derek as she speaks.

"No-" she cuts him off then.

"So that's not what they want. Who is in your pack?"

"Me," Isaac shrugs. "Boyd and Cora… That's all…"

"No," Max says quickly. "To an outside group they might think Peter is also part of your group. That would leave just one werewolf in town not in your pack…" Max turns to Scott who looks confused. "Did they tell you how after they killed their first pack member they couldn't stop themselves from killing another? It happens more often then you'd imagine. I believe that the alpha pack thinks if you killed all of your pack mates you'd move onto any other werewolves you spend a good deal of time with, including Scott. And if you killed all those wolves, and they killed you imagine the power they would gain!"

"But it only works if they are part of my pack," Derek grunts. "You said yourself Scott isn't part of my pack."

"This is true. Scott has his own pack," Max nods.

"You mean like Stiles?" Scott asks. "It's not really a pack…"

"But it is!" Max yells. "You have Stiles, Lydia, and Allison. You have risked everything to save them multiple times! That makes you a different kind of alpha. They call it a true alpha. Instead of being given the rights of an alpha by killing another alpha, you have achieved your alpha status. It's happened only three times in recorded history."

"Alright, but how does this connect to the alpha pack?" I shrug.

"Last night, two of your three pack members were in Lydia's house. You called Allison for the help of her dad, but she could have easily shown up and been at risk too. All of them had a chance at dying. Stiles and Lydia almost did. If they had died, Allison too, you'd be in a bad place. Maybe even turn to Derek's pack for help. Then when Derek killed you he'd gain the true alpha status, and then when the head alpha killed Derek he'd gain the true alpha status. And do you know what a true alpha has the ability to do?" Max looks around at all of us, but we are all staring at Scott. "They can lead anyone, no question asked. Lead them to the light or lead them to the dark. It is a gift more powerful than most werewolves are granted."

"How do you know all this?" Scott says quickly.

"Research," Max shrugs closing her book.

"But how do we know he is a "True Alpha"?" Derek asks quickly staring intently at Scott.

"We don't, we can't, only Scott can know. This is all guess work and hypothetical guys," Max shrugs laying back into her pillow.

"Are you a true-" Isaac starts, but Scott cuts him off.

"How in the heck should I know?" Scott yells angrily.

"We should try and find out somehow," Derek declares. "Let's go." Derek leaves the room and Isaac shrugs.

"See you later then guys. Thanks Max, feel better. You too Stiles," Isaac nods and runs after his alpha.

"I'll be back later," Scott huffs and follows after his werewolf friends. Ms. McCall comes in moments later not giving me time to say or ask anything to Max.

"It's nap time for Maxine, Stiles," Ms. McCall crosses her arms and I nod.

"I'll see you in a while," Max shrugs as I cross the room toward the door.

"Sleep well," I shrug.

"Oh, oh!" Max yells quickly pulling something from her bag. "Here," she throws me the little worn book about fantastical happenings. I roll my eyes and nod as I leave the room. I park myself in the seat beside Max's door and I start to read. At first, my brain keeps me from believing what I'm reading. It describes demons and angels, mermaids and pixies, kelpies and brownies, goblins and bogarts, spirits and will-o-wisps, dragons and sea serpents, but then I get to the werewolves. Everything is correct to my knowledge. All those moonlit nights I spent trying to keep my best friend from killing people are perfectly described in this book, as if, I myself had written it. All these mysterious killings and sudden deaths made sense, there is far more than just werewolves running around outside in the dark. If all this on werewolves is real, why not everything else? Every nightmare and fantasy suddenly becomes as real to me as an African lion. I've never seen one in person, but there is no doubt in my mind that they exist somewhere.

I turn to the last page and read quickly about how the author of the book found a connection to the large amount of fantastical happenings to the way the town is designed. He mentions that Beacon Hills is settled in the shape of a pentagon. He believes that is why so many fantastic beasts are drawn here. I close the book and study the blank back before pulling up my phone. I enter Beacon Hills into Google Maps and zoom out until I can see the pentagon the book refers too. Streets are perfectly placed to make a five-point star in the middle of a circle. And directly in the center of all of it is Beacon Hills national forest and Quiet Hills Graveyard.

"Why do I attract creepiness?" I shudder as I flip off the phone. A girl crying catches my attention. A nurse leads her quickly down the hallway a concerned mother and father close behind. Blood drips from her forearms. I expect the worst, poor girl did that to herself.

"Stiles." My attention jumps to dad who saunters toward me. He's angry.

"You ok?" I ask as he takes the seat next to me. He looks at his hands for a moment then the lined face turns to me. "What?"

"We got to talk…"

"Yeah we do, I was going to ask you if maybe Max could-"

"Where is your laptop?" he grunts ignoring anything I am saying.

"Uhh, well that's kind of a long story… I lost it?" I shrug.

"Did you lose it while you were skipping school yesterday?" His tone and face make me cringe. I never got home to delete the message.

"Ok technically I skipped school, but I was there all day-" he cuts me off again.

"They told me it was an animal attack, but how many wolves get into houses in California? A state where wolves are extinct!" he demands.

"Dad I don't know, but it was definitely some kind of canine! Maybe a big-"

"We found a knife and a gun Stiles…" my throat tightens as I try to come up with an excuse. "Covered in blood, human blood… What were you guys doing with a knife and a gun Stiles!" I want to just tell him everything. I want to let him in, I want to stop seeing him so confused, I want him to stop looking at me like he doesn't know who I am. "Tell me the truth."

"Dad…" I keep my mouth open, but no words come out.

"I'm done with all the secrets Stiles. Tell me the truth or don't say anything." He stares through me and I can't seem to get my mouth to form words. Normally I can lie through my teeth at the drop of a hat, but nothing is coming out. There is a buzz at Dad's hip he pulls up his walkie-talkie. "What? Over." he grunts into the small machine.

"We have a missing persons report. A kid ran away and hasn't been seen or heard from in 24 hours. Need someone to go talk to the parents. 78 Apple Grove. Over."

"I'm at the hospital now, it's close. I'll head there. Over." Dad puts the walkie-talkie back on his hip before staring into me again. I still can't form any words. He stands up then and starts to walk away.

"Dad!" I say jumping up. I'm going to spill everything. I'm going to take the pressure off my shoulders and put it on his. He looks so tired. He looks so upset. I'm hurting him, but I know I'm saving him. "Be careful." He doesn't respond he just turns away and marches out the doors. I rub my face anxiously as I start to pace. "Damnit! Damnit!" I groan into my palms.

"You ok?" I spin around to face Max. She's out of bed using the doorframe for support. There is a spot of blood from where she ripped the IV out of her arm and