Ooookay! So I'm actually really excited for this chapter. I rewrote it about 3 times before I was finally happy with how I wanted the story to go. My question is if y'all will figure out how all of this will tie together. Next chapter will either come tomorrow or Tuesday night!

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Scott looked at the scene in front of him. The inside of the janitor's closet had been beaten in by Isaac, before he had tried to attack Alison. The soda machine had been knocked over on it's side; instead of a humming box filled with light, it was mangled and the glass was broken. Aspen's scent covered both the door, as well as the machine. He turned in a circle, trying to find a trail, but there was none.

"Did you find anything?" Alison had given Isaac to Stiles, trying to keep his mind off of Aspen.

Scott shook his head before kicking at the machine, making Alison jump. "Even if she were to just walk away, there would be a trail!" He finally met her gaze, "and there's not even a possibility that she wasn't here, her scent is too strong." Alison took his hand in hers, stroking it softly.

"It'll be fine. She'll be fine, Scott. We'll figure it out." A sudden thought occurred to her. "Wait, so are we positive it was the twins who did this?"

"Ethan was with Danny in the pool, but we never found Aidan. His scent is here." His eyes wandered the hall.

"Could Aidan have done this? Could he have taken Aspen? Is that how the machine was moved? In her struggle?" Scott's eyes widened as he ran down the hall, following the Alpha's scent.

He braced himself for a fight as he crept up to the closed door of the assistant principle's office. He heard muffled gasps, and clothes rustling together. He threw the door open, "LET GO OF HER!"

He took a step back in surprise. Lydia sat on the desk, Aidan between her thighs. His shirt was across the room, and her skirt pushed up around her waist. Lydia's face flushed a deep crimson as Scott looked her up and down. She stood up and fixed her clothes in a very proper manner, as if nothing was happening.

"What exactly do you think your doing McCall?" Lydia asked, folding her arms over her breasts and tapping her heeled foot.

Scott finally release the breath he'd been holding. Looking to Aidan, he asked, "Where is Aspen?"

Aidan's face remained in his smirk, but his heart gave him away. "Last time I saw her, she was in class."

"You're lying!" Scott yelled as he lunged towards the Alpha. Aidan dodged him easily, and turned towards him, ready to rear back his arm for a punch. Lydia pulled back on his arm weakly, her small frame nothing compared to one a wolf. Aidan sighed deeply before yanking her off of himself.

"What, Lydia?!"

"Why are you lying?!" Her foot stomped on the floor in an attempt to prove her point. Scott stood back up, and stood in front of her protectively.

"Because he trapped Isaac in a closet with Alison, trying to get her killed. When Aspen tried to save them, he took her." His eyes still glowed in anger.

"Seriously?" Aidan looked at him in amusement. "Why would I want that whore? I pulled a harmless prank on Lahey, I never touched her. End of story." His heart never skipped, he was telling the truth. Aidan didn't know where she was either.

Lydia stepped forward in front of Scott, his hand darted out to her arm to stop her, but he was too late. She'd already slapped him in the face. "How dare you call my best friend a whore." Lydia stormed out of the room. Scott's face twitched into a smile, as Aidan was left there with his mouth hanging open.

Aidan shook his head and chuckled. Lydia would come back to him, and he knew that. She was probably more of a whore than her friend. "So, why did you interrupt me again?" He asked.

"We can't find Aspen, and we thought that maybe you'd taken her. We all know there is something going on between you, Isaac, and Aspen."

"Thats none of your business." Aidan's face became stony as he walked past the Beta. He turned back around, before continuing in a quiet whisper, "when I left the janitor's closet, she was still there, trying to push the machine away from the door. I went straight to Lydia after that. I hope you find her." He walked away, leaving Scott with an enigma.

If he didn't take her... Who did?

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"Aspen, really dear, you must get up." Aspen's eyes fluttered open, but the lights were too bright. She blinked rapidly, before looking at the person who woke her from her nice nap.

Her eyes widened and tears formed in her eyes, "Grandmother?!" Aspen jumped up and hugged the old woman. She was just as the young girl remembered her. Her skin was unnaturally pale and perfect, her long ice hair was pulled up into a bun atop her head. She wore multiple beads, and a soft cascading dress to the floor. Their green eyes finally met as Aspen's grandmother pulled her off of herself.

"Now, now. Don't let those tears fall or you'll have a bad hair day tomorrow!" She smiled mischievously before going in for another hug. Aspen had missed her superstitious ways.

Aspen suddenly pulled back, "wait... What's going on? Shouldn't you be with Mother?"

Her grandmother looked down at her sadly. "Yes, dear, I am, and its been lovely to watch you grow into yourself. But, Aspen, why are you befriending and falling in love with werewolves?" Her once upbeat and giddy grandmother was now solemn and serious.

"Its not like that, they won't hurt me!" She tried to defend herself. She pulled her grandmother tighter to her, not wanting to let go.

"Aspen, you can't let your nature take over again."

Aspen sighed, "I know, I know. Those poor men will never get their lives back."

"Aspen, I didn't tell you the full truth..." She pulled away slightly.

"But... you said that's why my nature came out..." She pulled away completely now. "Because I ignored my magic, it overtook me. I-I-I pushed out too much magic at one time..." She stuttered and shook her head. "You said that I drew out their energy to replace my own, tha-that it was a self defense mechanism... to refill my own energy!"

"It is a defense mechanism to refill your own energy... But, all of those men... They weren't human."

"Grandmother, I don't understand."

"They were werewolves... Your scent led them to you, and you took their energy." She took her granddaughter's face between her hands. "You can't let your nature take over, or you will end up killing your friends, Aspen." Suddenly, her grandmother's hands were gone. She looked around, but the older woman was gone.

"Grandmother?!" The room that was once too bright darkened instantly, and she felt herself falling.

Aspen's spirit crashed into her body. Opening her eyes, she realized she was in the forest that she ran through every morning. Looking down at herself, she realized she wasn't wearing shoes, just like in her dream, and her dress was torn and splotched with dirt and grass stains. Checking all of the trees in her vicinity, she took a deep breath, hoping she hadn't trapped any of her friends inside of them. Seeing no pained faces within their bark, she sighed in relief. Suddenly, she heard heartbeats behind her, and turned around to see Isaac and Aidan staring at her with an enthralled expression on their faces.

She panicked. They both currently hated her, and yet, here they were, in the middle of the forest, alone, with her, just staring. She cleared her throat before breaking the silence, "hello...?" Isaac's mouth opened as if he were going to say something, but then closed it. Aidan's hand twitched before his eyes darted around to the trees.

"How did we get here?" Aidan asked. He took in her dress, and dirtied features.

They both rushed over to her, "are you okay?" "Are you hurt?" Isaac's hands ran over her arms and face, looking for injuries, while Aidan picked the twigs from her hair. Although she was enjoying the attention, she brushed their hands away. Both boys took a step backwards.

"Do you remember how you got here?" She asked in a small voice.

Isaac spoke up first, "not really, but I remember that I could smell you all of a sudden. I followed it here, and you were dancing and running between the trees..." Aspen let her hair fall in her face, shielding her eyes from scrutiny as she let the first tear fall.

"And you, Aidan?" Her voice trembled.

"It was the same... Aspen, whats going on?" Aspen sank to her knees, wrapping her arms around her small frame. Both men tried to come to her aid, but she shook her head violently.

"Isaac... Aidan..." She finally looked up at the two boys in front of her. "I tried to kill you."