Derek and I stood in the hallway of Beacon Hills High late at night, listening to the Alpha speak to Asshole Harris. The Alpha threw a chair, and as he was throwing another Derek rushed into the room with me right behind him and pulled Harris to the floor. I turned to look at the Alpha just as his furry hide disappeared out the door.

Sirens filled the air and flashing lights shined through the widows "This is the police, you're surrounded, no one leave the building."

The two of us took off out the back of the building, past the police and through the streets for miles. We ran as fast as we could, with the police cars right on our tails. I was out of the light, half shifted, so the cops never saw me. We were chased to the iron works were one of the hunter's vans stopped in front of us, making Derek slide down on his side in an attempt to stop. The moment he stopped moving he stood up again and took off into the iron works. I listened to the cops release their dogs and the sharp click of nails against concrete as the German shepherds followed us. Derek and I stopped, turning around and both of us growled horribly at the dogs. We watched them run back out of the building, tails between their legs.

We started to walk away only to have a bright flash of light appear in front of us. I scrambled back several feet, my clothes starting to rip as I struggled against the She-Wolf. When my eyes cleared I looked up at Chris Argent standing on a platform above us with a crossbow pointed at Derek. He released another flash arrow at Derek, which he narrowly avoided. As we were taking shelter behind a big machine Derek's Camaro rolled up beside us and the passenger door swung open to reveal Scott in the driver's seat and Stiles scrambling into the back.

Derek quickly ran over to the car and I flipped around to roar at Chris. He pointed a gun at me and started shooting bullets. The thought that he didn't see my eyes crossed my brain as I dived towards the car. I felt a sharp pain in my ankle as my left foot lifted from the ground and I tripped into Derek's lap. He slammed the door closed and pulled me to sit more comfortably on his legs.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott asked rhetorically as he drove us away.

Derek slammed his fist into the dash "Damn it, I had him."

Stiles head appeared between the seats "Who, the Alpha?"

"Yes! He was right in front of me and the fricken police showed up!"

"Woah, hey, they're just doing their jobs," Stiles said, defending his dad.

Both Derek and I turned to glare at him. Derek got that look on his face "Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state."

"Can we, seriously, get past that, I made a dumbass mistake, I get it," Scott said without taking his eyes off the road.

"Alright!" Stiles yelled and turned to look at the two of us. "How did you find him?"

Derek shook his head and turned away while I examined my ankle wound, which was starting to heal but not fast enough for my liking.

"Can you try to trust us for at least a half a second?" Scott asked.

Stiles' head popped back from between the seats as I looked up "Yeah, both of us."

Derek shifted to glare at him while I chuckled lightly at Stiles expression.

"Or just him," Stiles started to shrink back. "I'll be back here."

"Look the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."

I half listened to the conversation and stuck my claws into my wound. I gasped in pain, earning a concerned look from Scott and Derek.

"Our chemistry teacher?" Stiles asked, looking between Derek and where my claws were digging into my ankle.

"Why him?" Scott asked.

"I don't know yet," Derek snapped.

"What's the second?" Scott glanced over before looking back at the road.

Derek shifted, making my claws slip and one of them plunged into muscle. I bit my cheek to keep from crying out and nobody noticed my pain.

"Some kind of symbol," Derek said a little softer than before. Scott looked at it and looked away with a funny expression so I turned to look at it. I knew it, it was Allison's necklace, the one her Aunt Kate gave her. Derek looked between us "What? You know what this is?"

"I've seen it on a necklace. Allison's necklace." Scott sped up the car and we jerked forward.

"Son of a Bitch," I mumbled as I pulled my nails out of my muscle yet again.

Derek put the picture back in his pocket and shifted me so he could see my wound better. He stuck out his claws and reached into the wound. I bit my lip as he yanked the long bullet out of my bone. Stiles looked disgusted and turned away. I smiled sweetly at Derek and took the bullet out of his hand.

"One more successful surgery," I mumbled sarcastically and stared at the wound as it healed.

. . .

I didn't see the boys all day at school until I heard Jackson talking to Scott about being a werewolf.

At lunch I sat down next to Jackson, giving him a suspicious look that no one seemed to see. I noticed he was staring at Scott from across the lunch room. He plucked an apple from my tray and took a long bite out of it, making me cringe.

"Scott" he whispered. "You can hear me? You can, can't you? Are you trying to pretend not to hear me?" He stood up and walked away, to the corner of the room and I focused my hearing on him as he started to speak again. "Looking for me, McCall? I'm right here. So what else can you do? Huh? Can you see better? Are you stronger, more powerful? No, I knew there was no way you suddenly got that good at lacrosse. Which means you're actually a cheater, aren't you? I mean, can you even play lacrosse? I'll bet my new co-captain's gonna score a bunch of shots tonight, aren't you? And while you're pretending you're not a lying cheat, I'm gonna ruin your life if you don't give me what I want. And you know what I'm gonna start with? Her. I'm gonna destroy any chance you'll ever have with her. And when I'm done with that, I'm gonna get her all alone, and I'm gonna get my hands all over that tight little body." I growled loudly at his threat, which made Lydia and Allison look at me funny, but all I did was smile at them. "I'm gonna do everything you never got the chance to do, and, Scott, she's gonna beg for more. I'll bet she likes to get loud. Maybe she's even a screamer. How you gonna feel, Scott? When she's screaming my name?"

The entire lunch room grew quite as Scott snapped his tray in half. I looked up as Jackson and snarled at his smirking face as he gazed at Scott.

. . .

I sat, watching, as Jackson and Allison joked around in the pool nearby. I saw how amazing Allison looked in her bathing suit and glanced down. I was in a black two piece that just barely fit into school regulations but I had a large baggy shirt on over it.

I glanced back up as Danny sat down next to me and nudged me gently "Come on Luna, swim with me."

I shook my head and looked over at a small group of kids to my right that consisted of Isaac Lahey, Erica Reyes, and Vernon Boyd. They were all watching me with interest. I smiled at them and looked back at Danny. "I don't want anyone to see what's on my back."

He smiled "It can't be that bad. I have a bar inside me that keeps my sternum from collapsing." He leaned back a little to show me a scar running over the bottom on his stomach.

I smiled and stood up, pulling off the baggy shirt. I flinched when I heard several sharp intakes of breath as everyone behind me got a view of my tattoos and, more importantly, my scars. Danny merely smiled at me and looked at my ink, a funny expression crossing his face so quickly I barely caught it.

We walked up to the edge of the pool and I grabbed Jackson and Allison by their arms as they were about to walk by, on their way to the staring position "Race with us."

The two agreed and we got into our starting positions on the boards. Danny signaled us to go and we launched off the boards into the water. I swam slowly for a moment and picked up speed, gliding past Jackson. I flashed my eyes at him as I passed and saw him do a double take before a look of desperation crossed his face and he started swimming as fast as he could. I glided through the water and came to a stop at the end about twenty seconds before the others made it. I smiled at their shocked expressions and pulled myself out of the water.

I heard Jackson and Allison gasp just as the others had when the two saw my back. I rolled my eyes and pulled my shirt back on before walking into the locker room.

. . .

I followed Stiles home after school. He and I had a project to do and we were going to do it early.

Stiles went immediately to his computer and I went to his bed, smiling at Derek, who had yet to be noticed by Stiles.

"Hey, Stiles!" the sheriff yelled from down the hall.

Stiles started to swing his chair around to look at the door "Yo, D-Derek."

Derek made a gesture towards the door and Stiles launched himself over to the door, partially closing it as he talked to his dad. I stood up and walked over to Derek, kissing him hard before turning to let him wrap his arms around my shoulders. I shook my head slowly as we listened to Stiles talk to his dad.

When Stiles came back in the room Derek stepped away from me and slammed Stiles into the wall "If you say one word."

"Oh, what, you mean, like, "Hey, dad, Derek Hale's in my room Bring your gun"?" Stiles said sarcastically. "If I'm harboring your fugitive ass, it's my house, my rules, buddy." Stiles slapped the back of his hand against Derek's chest. Derek looked at the place Stiles hit him and he nodded and leaned away from Stiles a bit. Derek grabbed the bottom of Stiles' jacket and readjusted it. Stiles did a breathy laugh and did the same to Derek. He started to walk back towards his computer and Derek jerked his head towards Stiles in a threatening manner, causing Stiles to jerk away and say "Oh my god."

"Scot didn't get the necklace?" Derek asked when Stiles had sat back down at the computer and I stepped back into his arms.

"No. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there."

I frowned and shrugged while Derek spoke "So?"

"So it wasn't Scott."

"Well, can you find out who sent it?"

"No, not me," Stiles turned to the computer. "But I think I know somebody who can."

I chuckled lightly when I realized who he was talking about.

A half hour later I watched Danny argue with Stiles about tracing the text. I wasn't really listening to them, more to Derek's shallow breathing from the chair behind me. I finally snapped to attention when I heard Danny ask about Derek.

Danny glanced over his shoulder at Derek "Who's he again?"

"My cousin…" Stiles said lamely. "Miguel."

I held my breath to hold back my laughter as Derek glanced up from the book he was pretending to read, glaring at Stiles. A little giggle slipped its way from my lips and Derek turned his sharp look at me. I merely smiled at him and took some ibuprofen from my pocket. After taking them I laid my head on the bed and continued to listen to the boys.

"Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asked, slightly concerned.

"Yeah, yes. Well, he gets these horrible nose bleeds," Stiles replied. "Hey Miguel, I thought I told you, you can borrow on of my shirts."

I listened to the snap of Derek's book shutting and a rustle of fabric. I looked up as Derek peeled his slightly bloody shirt from his body and started rifling through the drawers. I gazed at the triscillian on his back and resisted the urge to go over there and trace it with my fingers. I felt my wolf side struggle its way to the surface and I growled softly. Derek jerked around to stare at me with a little frown, but turned back to the drawers again. I looked back over at Danny and noticed he had been casually watching "Miguel" too.

Stiles made a funny face and looked over at "Miguel" as he pulled on an orange and blue shirt. He turned back to Danny and wacked him in the arm "Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny?"

Danny looked at Stiles "Huh?"

"The shirt."

An embarrassed look crossed Danny's face as he looked at Derek "Its – It's not really his color."

Derek peeled off the shirt and started looking through the drawers again. I finally got up to help him when he yelled at Stiles about none of them fitting. I walked over and opened another drawer. Pulling out a grey-green shirt, I stuffed it into his arms and kissed him on the cheek. I breathed on his neck half way from leaning away from him and he shivered.

A few minutes later we were standing behind Danny and Stiles when he finished tracing the text.

Danny leaned back "There. The text was sent from a computer. This one."

"Registered to that account name?" Derek asked, though it needed no answer.

"No, no, no, no. That can't be right." Stiles said, denial setting in.

The name on the screen was Melissa McCall.

. . .

After a very interesting phone call with Scott and a conversation with Derek that led to Stiles' head getting wacked against his steering wheel, Stiles and I walked slowly up to the hospital.

I sniffed the air carefully as we walked through the lifeless building. There was no one, no sign on life, no heartbeat, no breath escaping from someone's mouth, just deafening silence.

Stiles waked next to me, talking to Derek on the phone "Yeah, I said I can't find her."

We walked to Derek's uncle's room only to find it empty. As I stood there a stark realization washed over at me. Stiles and I turned in unison to see Peter Hale standing just outside the door.

"You must be Stiles," He said gently, smiling at me as I stumbled away from him a little.

I saw Stiles start to run away only to stop when the red headed nurse appeared and said evilly "What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over."

Everything snapped into place in Stiles mind and he started mumbling "You? And him? You're the one… oh my… and he's the… Oh my God I'm gonna die."

Derek appeared and punched the nurse in the face, making her fall over, unconscious.

"That's not nice, she's my nurse."

I snarled at Peter as Derek spoke "She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out of the way." He nodded his head at Stiles as he spoke the last sentence.

Stiles ducked and scrambled to the front desk while I moved to stand closer to Derek.

Peter started stepping forward "You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?" Derek roared and I flinched visibly. Derek jumped forward onto the wall and threw himself at Peter, who caught him easily and slammed him against the opposite wall, then threw him into the first wall. Peter grabbed Derek from where he was on the ground and started dragging him by the neck. "My mind, my personality were literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct."

Peter dropped Derek as I jumped at him and slashed my claws at him. He hit me in the chest so I flew back onto the ground, where I rolled around in pain from my broken ribs.

I didn't hear the next part, but the next thing I knew Peter was dragging me by the collar of my leather jacket. Peter threw me next to Derek in the morgue and started jabbering as my ears rang. I watched him heal the scars on his face and my ears finally cleared a moment later.

I leaned over and coughed up more black blood than I had ever seen. There was so much it seemed I was bleeding to death. I looked over at Derek's concerned face and smiled gently before throwing up more blood.

"What's wrong?" Derek asked, worry etching his every actions and words.

"Don't you know?" Peter asked, making me flinch. "Anything about moon wolves?" It was silent for a moment, except for my quite retching. "What is tonight's lunar cycle, Derek?"

I looked up at Peter as realization dawned on Derek "The new moon."

Peter nodded "The new moon prevents moon wolves from using their powers."

"Excuse me," I said, holding back more blood. "I am the only moon wolf and this" I gestured at the blood on the floor "is your fault." I gazed down at my chest as I struggled to breathe in and saw that part of my chest was expanding while the part Peter had hit sunk. And the opposite happened when I breathed out. "Aw," I started mumbling curses as I used my claws to tear open my shirt. A large bruise of odd colors covered the damaged area and, when I pressed my fingers to the spot, I could feel at least four broken ribs. "Flail chest."

Peter frowned at me "I can save her Derek. You just have to help me."

I never got to hear Derek's answer, because everything went black.