Hey I'm back with another chapter. This finishes up Episode 3. Sorry if it doesn't focus too much on the boys, it's mainly about Sawyer and her family. I'm promise though, next episode will be loaded with Sawyer and the Two Dorks.


Derek stared at her with his hand in a praying position in front of his face. He stood up from his spot in Cora's room kicking aside the now empty peanut butter jar that they had eaten from. Halfway through her story both of them become incredibly hungry and peanut butter was the only thing that they could agree upon. He brought them two plastic spoons and they had been passing back and forth for the past hour or so.

"So, let me get this straight." He said starting to pace the room, "You had this really weird dream about the Alpha killing someone."

"Yep." She said. She might have excluded the fact that the person was his sister.

"Then you go to school only to find out that a man was attacked on the same bus you and Scott dreamed about."

"Correct." She said again nodding her head slowly staring at him as he paced.

"And you didn't think to tell about any of this?" He asked while he finally stopped pacing. He threw his arms out wide and looked at her with wide disbelieving eyes.

Sawyer threw her hands up in defense, "What were we supposed to do. Look you up in the phone book? Say your name three times and wait for you to appear? Or maybe we should have opened a window and wait for you to come through it." She spat back, "You're not exactly the easiest person to get a hold of Derek. I mean," She gestured to the burned down room, "Does this place even have wi-fi, electricity, or running water for that matter."

"You two should have come here immediately after you learned about the bus driver."

"And how were we supposed to do that oh wise one? Believe or not Scott and I don't spend our days creeping on other people through windows." She stopped for a moment, "Well I don't, at least, I'm to sure about Scott." Gesturing wildly Sawyer stood up, "Besides that point. I have school and unlike Scott, who I'm pretty sure has forgotten that class is mandatory, I actually have to show up."

"Don't you understand!" He yelled, "If the Argents find out that the attack was from you or Scott they're going to send for back up. Then…Then we are truly fucked."

Sawyer wanted to scream, "Look you said they had a code, right?"

"Yeah, one I'm pretty sure you and Scott might have broken." He snarked.

Resisting the urge to roll her eyes at him she took a calming breath and looked at him. "But what if we didn't?" She asked.

"What are you talking about?"

Sawyer moved closer to him. His scent filled her nose and but something else was coming off of him. She couldn't quite place what it had smelled like. It was something completely new. But she got the feeling of fear whenever she smelt it. She looked up at Derek strangely, was he afraid for them?

He must of have caught her staring because as soon as he noticed it he tilted his head to the side, "What?" He snapped.

Sawyer shook her head, "Never mind I thought that I smelled… something." Pushing the scent to back of her mind and focusing on the bigger problem, "I'm saying what if Scott and I didn't go full rage mood on this guy last night. What if he and I were trying to protect him instead. From let's say something a little bit bigger." She suggested.

Derek straightened his head and quirked an eyebrow. That one action reminded her of a dog and she had to resist the urge to snort. "Something like an Alpha." He said.

Sawyer smirked, "With a capital A."

"Well, Sawyer, I can't believe I'm actually saying this but I think I need to see the scene of the crime."

"Why?"

"To see if you're actually correct." He then reached into his pocket and grabbed his keys twirling them around his index finger. "I'll drive. I don't think I could last a minute in that piece of shit car of yours."

Then Derek who by the arm and started leading out of the house, "Hey Grumpy Cat," she said, "Don't insult Trash Can she's very sensitive to stuff like that. And let me go I'm not a damn five-year old I can walk on my own."

He paused as they had reached and turned around to look at her oddly. "You named your piece of shit car Trash Can?"

"What like you didn't name your first car?" She said sarcastically and crossed her arms over her chest. He gave her a look telling her that he did, in fact, name his first car, "Yeah that's what thought. Now come on let's go unlike you I actually have a life that doesn't involve stalking teenagers."

He rolled his eyes and followed her as they walked out of the house and made their way into his black Camaro. She was lucky this time because Derek not decided to be a dick and lock the door on her. They both entered the car at the same time, "So, what are you exactly planning when we get there?" She asked as she clipped her seatbelt in.

"You're going to start your training." He said as he turned on his car. The car hummed to life and she enjoyed the idea that she was finally getting a handle on her problem.

"Really?" She asked, "What made you finally change your mind?" She asked leaning against the window as she watched Derek click his seatbelt in.

"Well, you and Scott almost murdering someone is kind of a big motivator."

"Mmmmhhmm." She hummed smiling brightly. Sawyer watched him as he looked over his shoulder out the rear window to back up. He had thrown his arm around the back her seat. A move she would always do when she was backing up. Although it was more to protect Cassidy in case her car decided to stop working. She felt like that might not have been the case when coming to Derek.

"What?" He asked as he caught her staring.

"You know what we're doing right?" She asked lightly, "We're bonding." She said in a sing-song voice. Giving him the big old jazz hands.

Derek scoffed, "God, you're like an annoying kid sister." He said as they finally turned around and started driving in the opposite direction of the Hale house.

The car was silent and Sawyer didn't mind it. She didn't care that neither of them was talking. It was almost comfortable to have not that much noise. Between her new abilities, Scott's constant whining, Stiles well being Stiles, and Cassidy's constant questions she welcomed it. She let her head rest against the seat and she closed her eyes enjoying the feeling of being able to relax.

Her neck was a little stiff but she stocked that up to this car not exactly being made for comfort. The scabs on the back of her neck were still there and itched only a little now. She had never gotten a chance to look at them but from the feel of them they were crescent shaped. Sawyer wondered why they had not healed yet. She was able to recover from an arrow to the shoulder in less than twenty minutes. So, what was the deal with these scratches?

A couple minutes she heard Derek shift and she opened her eyes to glare at him. She did not want him interrupting her silence.

"Hey," he said and she wanted to groan, "can I ask you a question."

Sawyer scrunched up her nose, "What's stopped you before."

Derek shook his head and gripped the steering wheel tighter. The action caused her to sit up straighter, "Alright what is it Derek?" She asked.

"Why did you never tell me that you knew Cora?"

The question made her pause. Her whole body froze up and she felt her heart starting to beat faster, "I," She started to say, "I didn't think that it mattered."

"What, that you were best friends with my little sister or the fact that our mothers hated each other?" He asked.

"Both?" She said confused not knowing what he wanted her to say. "Should it matter?"

There was a pregnant pause before he spoke again, "No, it shouldn't and it doesn't change anything."

Sawyer swallowed her guilt and looked down at her shoes, "I wanted to tell you." She mumbled, "But, you had just Laura and me thought it would be bad taste to bring Cora up."

"I get it." Derek said then she watched as he furrowed his brow, "But the thing I don't get is our mothers hating each other."

Sawyer let out a snort, "Tell me about it. I'm starting to think that there was a lot more to it than just me and Cora."

They went into silence once again and Sawyer couldn't help but feel at ease with Derek. It was the same feeling she got whenever she was with Cassidy or with her grandparents. Even, though her grandparents are long gone and died a couple years back she always felt at home with them. Like, she truly had a family. With Derek she was starting to get that feeling like somehow, he was her family.

She watched the road as they turned into the school parking lot and Derek parked his car near the back. The school had emptied out somewhat sans a few teachers and the kids who went to clubs. For the most part, there was no one truly there and Sawyer was thankful for that.

As they both got out of the car and started walking towards the buses she saw Derek looking around. Dare she say it, he almost looked nostalgic. "What's with that face?" She asked.

"It's just, it's been a while since I've actually been to this school."

Sawyer rolled her eyes and nudge him with her side playfully, "Is the Big Bad Derek going to turn into a teddy bear?" She asked in a baby voice.

He snorted, "Don't make me regret this." He said.

As they walked towards the buses Sawyer saw their first problem. The police had closed the fence and sealed it off. She was no expert but Sawyer was pretty sure that not even Derek could rip the gate open. There was barb wire over the top and the axed out her plan of climbing it. She sighed, this was their only way in without being seen. She looked over to Derek to ask him what to do but instead saw that he had a big grin on his face.

Derek clapped his hands together rubbing them and walked towards their obstacle, "First lesson of Werewolf 101. Jump the fence."

She looked at him like he was an idiot, "And how am I supposed to do that?" She asked.

He smirked, "Like so." He stated then turned towards the fence. He bent his knees and jumped. Instead of only jumping a few feet into the air, like she had thought, he flipped over the fence and landed on his feet. He turned around and gave her a cocky grin. She knew that her jaw was on the ground she could feel it lying there.

Walking towards where Derek had stood a moment ago Sawyer eyed the fence up and down. She put her hands on her hips and kept staring at the top, "Well," She said, "shit. This whole time I thought you were Obi-Wan Kenobi. But really, you're Clark Kent." She stopped and tilted her head to the side, "Which I guess makes me Kara Danvers."

She looked down at Derek who was giving her his signature glare, "Jump, Sawyer." He said motioning to the fence with his fingers.

Rolling her eyes at the older werewolf she bent her knees a few times. If she was going to do this when she was going to need to limber up first. Sure, she was probably procrastinating but her first statement was true, she didn't need a pulled muscle. She heard Derek clear his throat and motion to his wrist telling her that she didn't have all day, "All right." She said finally, "But I'm not doing the flip that you did."

Bending her knees for the last time Sawyer closed her eyes. She took a deep breath and imagined herself going high into the air. Releasing her breathe Sawyer kicked off the ground as hard as she could. She felt herself launch into the air a for a moment she felt like she was flying. Then that feeling went away when she realized that she was falling back to the ground. She was freaking out a bit because she didn't know exactly how to land. Her feet landed on the pavement a little too harshly causing her to fall forward and onto the ground. When trying to stop herself from falling to the ground Sawyer had managed to fall onto her ass. She yelped when she felt the feeling of the asphalt against her butt.

She groaned grabbing her butt and rolling into a sitting position, "I think I broke my ass." She said to Derek.

Derek winced while holding out a hand to her, "We'll work on the landings later. For now, we go to the bus and see what we're working with."

Sawyer nodded her head and started leading her way towards the buses. She was surprised that they didn't have more officers on the scene. Then again Beacon Hills was already being spread pretty thin. And she was guessing that Sheriff Stilinski didn't think about people breaking in to see a crime scene. Then again, considering how many times her brother had tried doing it, he should just expect to happen at this point.

Ducking beneath the yellow tape Sawyer stopped at the bus, "So," She said and gestured to the bus lamely, "Here we are. The scene of the crime, this is where it all went down."

She watched as Derek's head tilted to the side and frowned even more than usual. He took a couple of giant sniffs with his nose and his face twisted into disgust, "I can't tell from here there are too many teenage hormones floating around. I need in the bus."

Sawyer rolled her eyes and opened up the back of the bus door. It had been broken so it didn't take much effort to open it this time, "Well come on then." She motioned for Derek to hurry up. He glared at her as he jumped up effortlessly onto the bus.

He walked slowly up the aisle eyeing everything with a very close eye. He then closed his eyes and began to take big deep inhales. Sawyer watched him complete confusion. Derek straight up looked like he was snorting cocaine but instead of cocaine, it was air. She had no idea what he was doing and stood there awkwardly not knowing what to do.

She watched as Derek finally opened his eyes and they flashed that brilliant blue color. He held out his hand for her and Sawyer excepted it. He pulled her in front of her and put his hands on her shoulders, "Alright, lesson two in Werewolf 101. Learning to smell emotions. If you try hard enough you find out what you did here."

Sawyer looked over her shoulders at Derek, "If you did that already then why not tell me?"

He turned her head around again pushed down harder on her shoulders, "Sawyer, just shut up and listen to me." She rolled her eyes and cracked her neck which he took as a type of an okay. "I need you to close your eyes and concentrate. Then take a deep breath in through your nose and tell me what you smell."

She did as he said and closed her eyes. Sawyer wasn't going to tell but she didn't think that this was going to actually work. Taking a deep intake air through her nose she took in all the different scents that she could. She could smell the dirty metal of the bus and the scent of iron told her that it was the blood. Then there something else there that she couldn't quite pin.

It was salty in smell and not in a good way. It made the hairs on her arms stand up and she wanted to run because of the smell. Then, like at the Hale house, she got a flashback or something. She and Scott were battling the Alpha trying the help the bus driver. The Alpha had been clawing at him mercilessly and Sawyer had been the one to tackle him. Scott went to the bus driver trying to help him out by shielding him from the Alpha. The Alpha accepting his defeat, for now, ran off the bus but Sawyer had followed him in the woods near the bus lane. Once she had caught up to him Sawyer and tackled him to the ground but he easily threw her off himself.

Sawyer had weakly gotten up and they both stood there in the middle of the forest glaring at each other. The Alpha had then howled at her and her legs gave out going to her knees and shift back into her human form. She watched as the Alpha made it way over to her slowly. He stood in front of her in his monstrous form and brought his claws to her face. It looked at her with its bright vivid red eyes and pushed a piece of her hair back with its claw. It wrapped its hand around her neck and put its forehead against hers in a gesture of comfort. Then it plunged it's claws into her neck causing her to cry out in pain. The Alpha laid her on the ground gently, like putting a child to bed, and she watched it walk away as her vision went dark. Before her vision completely went she saw the Alpha shift back into human form as he walked away. There was nothing there that she could use to identify with, he was too far away and it was too dark.

She opened her eyes back up with a gasp. She had seen the Alpha in its human form. Well, at least his silhouette at least. Her knees gave out and Sawyer collapsed to the bus's floor Derek only slightly catching her. She reached for the back of her neck and felt the scab marks there. All that had happened last night. How did all that happen last night?

"Sawyer!" Derek yelled calming her down slightly, "What did you see?" He asked.

"A lot." She answers and looked up at him with wide eyes, "Like, seriously Derek, so much happened last night."

Derek helped her up from the ground and stabled her when she wobbled a bit. She had seen the Alpha, holy shit she had faced the Alpha. And it didn't kill her. Instead, it was almost very loving towards her like it didn't want to hurt her. It was like it was trying to teach her a lesson instead of wanting to hurt her. The way it put its forehead on her, the way it tucked her hair behind her ear.

The whole thing was just very weird. "Sawyer, care to clue me in." He said and Sawyer got a grasp on her bearings.

"Umm. Yeah, sure but let's get off the bus. I don't want to get arrested."

He nodded his head and let go of her. They both quickly made it off the bus and rushed back to his car. They didn't care to jump over the fence this time, rather they just pushed it open. Sawyer was thankful for that, she was having to big of a crisis to focus on werewolf lesson at the moment. Whatever the hell the Alpha did to her neck was really fucking with her mind and she would like it to stop. Opening the door to Derek's car she sat in it a took a couple of deep breathes.

"Sawyer, what did you see?" He asked again.

Sawyer waved her hand around in the air, "Well at first I saw Scott and I fighting the Alpha but then things took a turn for the weird. Scott stayed behind to protect the bus driver from the Alpha then I chased the Alpha and it…did something to me."

"What do you mean it did something to you?"

"I think that it fucked with my head. It showed me a symbol and I can't really make any sense of it. It was a spiral shape thingy."

She watched Derek's eyes grow wide and he lunged back and started digging around his backseat. He then pulled out a picture and handed it towards her. She recoiled in disgust at first at the sight of the dead deer but made herself look at it. She tore her gaze from the mangled body of the deer and instead looked at the symbol that had been carved into it. Her face went from disgust to recognition.

"Sawyer?" Derek asked her, "Is that the symbol that you saw in your head?"

She nodded her head lightly, "Yeah it is." She said, "What does it mean Derek?"

Derek's face had not changed in emotion, not really. But, his scent was different. It was the same type of scent that she smelled back on the bus. Then she knew that this was no longer going to be easy, this was no longer fun and games. Allison's family was no longer the biggest threat. Because smelling Derek's scent now had scared only for one reason.

Derek Hale was afraid.


Blake made it to the middle school within fifteen minutes of Cassidy calling her. The word revenge still in her mind but she tried her best to push it back. She didn't need to focus on that negative stuff in her life but she wasn't going to lie. Blake was curious as hell.

The whole looks and basically everything that Deaton had said had made her on edge. The feeling of familiarity when she heard that Laura Hale had been cut in half. The cuts and the spiral shape of the bus driver. It was all starting to add up and she felt like the answer was just out of her reach. She wanted to know what it was but she had a feeling that it was going to harder than she thought. Deaton tried to rush her off the topic of almost everything that involved her past. Blake thought that it was because the past was the past. In was true, the past was the past and you couldn't change that. But, it would be fucking amazing if you can remember the past so you can let it be.

Pulling up to the school Blake parked her car and exited it. She hadn't been in the middle school for quite some time. The last time she had been there Sawyer was still in middle school and she picked her up because Sawyer had gotten sick. Coming back to this place just made her anxiety was going through the room. Her head was still pounding and her hands were still shaking. Both from the withdrawal and because she was anxious.

She clenched her fist and forced the shakes to stop as she came to the door. She took a deep breath and swung opened the door. Only, it didn't work. She kept pulling on the door trying to force it to open and let out some colorful swear words when she wasn't able to open it. Then other doors then opened and she watched as a judgmental mother walked out the door with her daughter in hand. Blake let out a sigh and glared at the door.

"I'm an idiot." She told herself then pushed the door happy when it finally opened.

Walking into the school she was elated to see that the front office was right there. She wouldn't have to wander around the school looking for her son like an idiot. Opening the door to the office she smiled at the front desk lady.

"Hi, Ms." She glanced down at the woman's nameplate, "…Gladis. I'm here to pick up Cassidy Rhodes."

The woman, who had been typing, didn't even spare her a glance. "And what is your relation to Mr. Rhodes."

Blake blinked a couple of times, "I'm his mother?" She said confused as to why she hadn't known that. This woman certainly wasn't glad at all.

The older woman side and picked up the phone sighing into it. "Hello." She said in a nasal voice into the phone, "Ms. Rhodes is here to pick up her son." There was a pause, "Yes, the mother." Another pause, "No, not the teenager, yes the adult one." Then she saw Gladis nodded her head a bit and turn back to her, "He'll be down in a minute."

Blake smiled brightly. "Okey-dokey." Then as she turned around she shook her head. Who the hell says okey-dokey anymore. Not thirty-four-year-old women that's who. Blake groaned, she was losing her damn mind.

She waited in front of the office for her son. She wandered around a little bit to try and occupied her mind. She found a trophy case and thought that this was something she could take her mind off of things. She slowly walked over to it and smiled as she saw all the small trophies that people had one over the years. Blake smiled as she saw the different photos of the smiling kids. As she looked towards the trophies more to see who won them her smile fell.

There in one of the cases was a trophy that read: MVP of the Year Derek Hale.

Blake blinked a few times and put her hand on the back of her neck where the crescent-shaped scars lied. The pressure was back in her head as if the name Derek Hale triggered something. She knew that it was Talia's youngest and only son but it was something more than that. Her gaze moved a few inches to the right to see the picture of a young smiling boy there.

Then her vision went blurry. "Come on mom!" She heard a young excited boy say, "I want to get home so we can celebrate. I bet Laura and Peter are going to be so jealous of this."

"Derek." She heard a voice scold say to the boy, "You know it's not nice to gloat."

"Besides Derek." She heard her voice say, "Peter hates all sports."

"That's right." Talia's voice said.

"But moooooooooooom." The voice said again. "Mom." She heard a second time but it was no longer the other boy's voice. It was Cassidy. She turned around to see her son standing there and she had to place a hand on the glass to balance herself. Her head was pounding and there was a slight ringing in her ears. She smiled at her son that was looking at her with concern.

"Hey, sweetie." She said smiling while slightly out of breath.

"Hey, mom?" He said unsure of what to do. He had his hand shoved into his sweatshirt pockets. His brown eyes were not focused on her but instead on the floor.

"Come on, let's go home." She held out her arm and he came rushing over towards her.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulder and they walked out of the school together to her car. As the entered the car she could feel the tension around her son. It was obvious that he had no idea what she was doing here. She hated that. She hated that her own son was wondering why she was picking him up and not her daughter. Once they both strapped in Blake held off on starting the car up.

"Cassidy." She said not being able to face her son, "I know I've been a bad mother and I'm sorry that I took your chance of a good childhood away from you. I'm sorry. But, I'm going to change and I know I've said that before but this time it's different." She chocked out the last part and tried to keep the tears in her eyes.

Her son was silent for a moment, "Why is it different this time?" he asked and she could hear the strain in his voice.

She turned to him and smiled sadly at him. Grabbing his face, she brought it forward and laid her forehead against his. She brushed his long shaggy hair back and kissed his cheek, "Because I'm tired of watching my children suffer." She said, "I know that it's not going to be easy but I'm going to try this time. Actually, try…In fact, I even got a job!"

Pulling back she watched as his faced morphed into one of shock, "You got a job?!"

Blake nodded her head, "Yep, I got a job as a vet technician. I used to have the job when I was younger but then I quit."

Cassidy nodded his head, "This is good." He said slowly then slouched back and smiled, "This is good."

"Good to hear it." Blake said and started the car, "Now let's get home because I need a nap and then I have to go out a get more gas."


When she got home, Cassidy ran straight upstairs to his room. Blake would have told him to slow down but she had been to tired. She went over to the couch and collapsed right on it clutching the pillow and closing her eyes. Sleep had come instantly. The darkness felt good but then something happened. Everything had started spinning, even in the darkness, she could tell that it was spinning. The ringing that had happened back in the school came back and Blake was over it. She opened her eyes to move to get some Tylenol. But, when she opened her eyes she was not in her living room. In fact, she wasn't even laying down she was standing straight up.

Blake Rhodes was no longer in her home. No. She was in a beautiful mansion with plenty of people surrounding her. A young boy who could be no older than Cassidy was running around with a young girl who looked to be around four. Both had black hair and both had the same high cheekbones as each other. Next came another girl who was slightly older than the both of them. They chased each other around and Blake didn't know how she knew but she knew that those were the Hale children. She looked around and found that the house looked familiar to her and the pressure that was always in the back of her head came with it. She found a mirror on the wall and stepped rushed over to it to check her reflection. She looked the same, maybe a bit younger, and instead of wearing her normal tank top and sweatpants with slippers. She was wearing a cute stylish dress with slight heels. Her hair was down, which was not normal, and she had light make up on.

Something was not right here. This dream was starting to feel less like a dream and instead, it felt like something else.

"Blake." A voice called to her. She turned around to look for the voice that had called for her. Only she was no longer in the mansion, she was instead, in an old run downed barn. Blake stared at the woman who stood in front of her. Her back was straight and her chin held high like she was royalty. Her brown hair curling just below her shoulders. And those dark brown eyes staring at her intensely almost made her cower in fear.

Blake knew who this woman was instant. "Talia Hale?" She asked. Why the hell was Talia Hale in her dream? The woman was wearing a simple button up shirt with a worn pair of jeans but somehow, she able to make it look like fucking Gucci.

Talia took a step forward which caused Blake to take a step back, "Blake." She said softly, "You know why I have to do this right."

"What the hell are you talking about?" She asked quietly.

"It was the only way to protect you two." Talia pleaded with her again, "I didn't want it to end this way but this has to be the outcome."

Talia was getting dangerously close to her and all of her flight senses were telling her to leave. Something made her stay though. A pull in her gut made her look at the woman in front of her. Really look at her. The pressure in the back of her head was becoming so bad that it was almost rendering her useless. She let out a cry of pain and knelt to the ground grabbing the back of her head trying to get it to stop. As she looked onto the Talia the pain on kept coming back worse the longer that she kept her gaze.

Tearing her eyes away from the older woman Blake let out a sob, "What the hell is happening to me?" She asked herself.

She saw Talia kneel down and place a soothing hand on her back. She was rubbing a hand up and down her spine, "It's the only way you can stay safe from them, Blake. To make sure that Sawyer can stay safe from them."

"I don't want o to forget." She found herself saying. "I don't want to forget!" She yelled this time. Over and over again in her head and in her mind, she was telling herself that she wasn't going to forget. The hand that was rubbing itself up and down her spine come to the back of her neck where her scars laid. Talia wrapped a hand around her neck and Blake took a deep breath in and pushed against her ears to drown out the pressure.

"Don't forget." She told herself. The tears had made it to her mouth and she could taste their saltiness. Snot was running down her nose and it was only a matter of time before it made its way to her mouth. She was in fucking hysterics.

What? What wasn't she supposed to forget? What was she trying to remember? Blake couldn't figure out why she was yelling Don't Forget over and over again. But, she knew that she had to do it somehow. She was in the middle of a jigsaw puzzle and her memory was the piece that would bring it all together.

Then there was something sharp pressing against her neck, "Don't forget." She grunted out one last time before the sharp objects plunged into her neck.

There were flashes. Of events, she had never remembered attending. People's face that she doesn't remember seeing. Of her playing with a young Sawyer who was happy and a smile ever so present on her face. She had been running around with another girl around her age. A girl that looked like Talia's youngest daughter. She saw images of people with guns and bows surrounding the mansion that she had been standing in at the start. An old man with white balding hair gripping a sword with an evil smirk on his face. The same spiral shape that she had seen on the man's body. Then a different one that seemed to have three spirals in one. She heard panicked cries of Deaton telling her to get some medicine for someone. A strong masculine voice telling her to run and take Sawyer with her.

She saw different eyes of people she had never remembered seeing. A young woman with bright blue eyes and dark hair. A woman who didn't wear shoes and had what seemed to claws was clutching her tight. A blind man with a cane and frown on his face seemed to look murderous. Talia's eyes flashing a brilliant shade of red.

Finally, a pair of bright blue eyes. Eyes that she had seen before. That she had dreamed about. Eyes that she saw almost every single day of her life. She saw the eyes of Sawyer in another man. She couldn't see his face or his body but he was telling her to run. He had grabbed her by the shoulders and was shaking her telling her to run as fast as she could.

It all flashed before her in a matter of seconds before she woke up with a gasp. She looked over to see that her phone was buzzing from the alarm she had set for herself. She had set it to around six to let her know when to get gas. Sighing, she rubbed temples to ease the pain that was there from that weird ass dream she had just had.

Putting her hands on her knees she got up and grabbed her keys along with her jacket. "Cassidy!" She called out, "You want anything from the store?"

"No, I'm good!" Her son shouted back. Shrugging her shoulders Blake opened the door and walked into her car. She looked over to see that Sawyer had still not made it back yet and she wondered where the hell her daughter was. Shaking her head and telling herself that it was nothing, Blake waved the odd behavior off. Today was a day full of odd behavior from everyone.

Pulling out of her driveway she drove a couple of miles down to the gas station to get some gas. It was relatively empty and since it was winter the sun had already disappeared. Once she pulled into a pump she got out of her car and got to work. She looked around her to see that no one else was really there. Well, the only other person that seemed to be there was a man in his early twenties with a really nice car. She had no idea what type it was, she wasn't that type of person, but she could tell that it was a lot.

Uncorking her gas gage she put the pump into and waited silently for the gas to start. She leaned against her car trying to figure out who made that much money in Beacon Hills to own that type of car. She looked at the man and tried to figure out if she had seen him before. He had black hair that was cut short. He seemed to be only wearing leather with nice designer jeans. From what she could see from his profile he looked to have sharp cheekbones. Once he finally turned around she was able to see the color of his eyes and Blake took in a gasp.

"Derek?" She said softly. So, low that she could have sworn it was only her that heard it.

But he did hear it though. His head jumped up at the sound of his name and looked at her with confusion written on his face. He seemed to be trying to figure out where she had learned his name from. If she was being honest, so was she.

He opened his mouth to say something but was put off by another car blocking her field of vision. Scratch that, it was multiple cars that seemed to have surrounded them. Not liking the looks of it Blake quickly made her way to her car and into the store to hide from the people who surrounded her. She watched from the inside the store as a couple of different men came out of the different cars.

They all cornered Derek and she wonders what they were all talking about. She couldn't read their lips but whatever they were talking about was making Derek mad. The main leader was a man in his early forties. He had soft brown hair with flecks of grey sprinkled throughout his hair. His eyes, from what she could see, were a bright blue. He wore clothes that honestly made him seem like a dad. But there was something from his posture that she recognized from somewhere.

She watched as that man had begun to cleaning Derek's windshield. All the other men were on standby waiting for orders from the other guy. Then once the man was done she watched Derek say something then not a moment later one man came up and smashed his back window. Blake put a hand over her mouth covering her gasp.

As soon as the other cars were gone she rushed back outside and looked at Derek. Their eyes met and she watched as the younger boy sighed in defeat. "What the hell just happened?" She asked.

Derek looked at his smashed window sadly, "A warning." With that, he got back into his car and drove away like that.

Blake watched him leave. As soon as his car was out of sight she flung her arms into the air, "Did he think that was an answer!" She shouted to no one in particular.

What the hell was this day?


After the whole bus thing with Derek Sawyer need to cool off. But, she was Sawyer Rhodes and she loved punishing herself. So, she had driven herself to the hospital to check on the bus driver that she tried protecting. It had started out well. There wasn't any traffic and only minor difficult finding a parking space.

She had walked in all bright eyed and bushy tailed ready to face the bus driver. When she asked the nurse sitting at the front desk where he was she looked at her sadly and told her what had happened. The man had succumbed to his wounds. He had died. He fucking died.

Sawyer had thanked the nice lady for telling her and she rushed out of the hospital. Her chest was becoming tight and she felt like she couldn't breathe anymore. The urge to shift was becoming more and more demanding but she tried to think of Cassidy, her sweet little brother. It calmed her down a little bit but the pain was still there. She had killed someone. Not directly but she couldn't save him. She had let someone die.

It was something that she had ever thought of. She knew that becoming a werewolf was going to be different but she didn't think that meant actually killing someone. Derek had told her that she would become dangerous. She just couldn't wrap her head around actually hurting someone like that though. It was a whole foreign idea to her.

She tried to control her breathing as she leaned up against her car. She felt like puking. Holding her stomach, she tried willing it to calm down. "Sawyer?" She heard her name being called out and she groaned. This was the last thing that she needed.

Turning around she came face to face with the concerned looking Melissa McCall. "Sawyer, are you okay?"

Sawyer let out a humorless bark of laughter, "I haven't been okay for a while now." She sniffled a little bit.

She heard her walk closer to her, "Do you need medical attention, Sawyer?"

Sawyer shook her head, "No, I'm fine. Physically fine anyway." She took a deep breath in and out, "I just…this day ended nowhere near where I thought it would end."

Melissa let out a small smile, "Were you visiting someone?"

Sawyer gulped, "Yeah, the bus driver, from the attack. I came to visit him but the told me the news."

"Oh." Melissa said sadly, "Did you know him well?"

"Not really, no." She replied honestly. "He was nice to me every once in a while. I just thought I would come and thank him for everything he did for me. But that's not going to happen now so I'm going home."

She nodded her head in understanding. She then started walking to her car which seemed to be farther away. "Are you sure you're okay?" She asked again.

Giving her a thumb up Sawyer did her best to smile, "I'm fine Mrs. McCall. You can go home I'll be there in a couple of minutes. I just need to get my head together."

Turning around with reluctance she watched as Melissa started walking away. Sawyer then climbed back into her car and did the only thing she could think of. She screamed. She screamed until her throat could no longer take it. She let all of her tears fall freely and all the anger and fear she had pouring out with each scream. She hit her steering wheel multiple times and the horn even honked once. She probably looked like a toddler throwing a tantrum but she didn't care.

Feeling like she had had enough she stopped and let her head rest against the seat. This was not how she was planning on this day to end. A few minutes later she looked over at her phone that she had forgotten in the passenger seat. She had put in on silent ever since she left and hadn't looked at it once.

Reaching over and grabbing it Sawyer wiped her eyes and looked at her messages. She had a lot of unread messages from Cassidy. Along with fifteen missed calls from him. She scrolled through them and saw that his science club had been canceled. But, apparently, her mother had picked him up. He then went on to say that mom did a one-eighty and changed. That she was trying to be better. Sawyer wanted to roll her eyes but Cassidy had texted her that this time seemed different.

That it seemed more permanent.

She then took a look at the most recent message and saw that it was from the worst neighbor himself. She opened it and looked at what it read.

WORST NEIGHBOR EVER: Confronted Derek. You were right he isn't the Alpha. The Alpha wants us. PS. I kissed Allison and didn't kill her.

Rolling her eyes Sawyer texted him back: Congrats on not killing your girlfriend. PS I know I was right I went to Derek early today after school. He told me a few things. We need to get the whole Scooby-Doo Crew together and talk.

Hitting send she put her phone down when she got another alert. She looked over to see that all Scott had texted her back was a simple thumb up emoji. Sawyer scoffed in disgust while turning her car on.

"Fuck emojis." She said to herself.