CarleighAlpha: I hope you liked the tension... because things are only going to get worse! Thanks for the review :):)

Izi Wilson: I never really thought about doing something like that... but it's not a bad idea :P I can so see them going off on a full moon, into the woods so they can let loose a little but still maintain some semblance of control. It would be pretty cute :):) thank you for the review!

Cassie-D1: You might have loved the last chapter... but you're probs gonna hate this one... thanks for the review though :)

Bamby

I climbed out of Stiles' Jeep right behind Scott, following him to the back of the car where Stiles already stood, a sceptical look on his face.

"This is a terrible idea."

"Yeah, I know." Scott nodded, not even bothering to deny the fact.

"It's the best we could do with such short notice." I explained. It was the truth. It's not like Derek gave us a lot of options.

Looking from me to Scott, Stiles shook his head in disbelief. "What, so we're still gonna do it?

"Can you think of something better?" Scott countered.

Honestly, if Stiles thought of anything at this point, I would go for it. This had to be the worst idea I'd ever heard… and I'd come up with part of it myself.

Stiles shrugged. "Well, personally I'm a fan of ignoring a problem until eventually it just goes away."

"Just make sure we can get inside." Scott told him, knowing we were running out of time.

It was dark, and the school was empty. The only time we could do this without getting noticed- or busted- was at night. This also meant we were under a cover of creepiness. Not only was this plan terrible, but having to do it now and here just made it so much worse. Feels like we're about to enter some kind of horror movie…

As Stiles opened up the back of his Jeep, Derek pulled up, stopping right by us. I shifted on the spot, tugging on the sleeves of my jumper- wishing it was my cardigan- as I watched Derek get out of the vehicle.

"Where's my boss?" Scott asked him as Stiles stood next to us again, only with a pair of bolt cutters now in hand.

"He's in the back." Derek answered simply, closing his door before moving around to stand at the front of his car where we were gathered.

Scott, Stiles and I moved to take a look, making sure Deaton was still okay and actually in the back. He was, and he seemed to be unharmed… but he didn't look comfortable. It looked like Derek had just shoved him in there without a care. Not before gaging and tying him up though.

"Oh, he looks comfortable." Stiles noted sarcastically.

Nudging Stiles to shut up and follow him, Scott turned without a word and headed for the doors of the school.

Seeing my brother and friend walk off, Derek called out to them. "Wait. Hey. What are you doing?"

"You said I was linked with the Alpha." Scott shrugged. "I'm gonna see if you're right." He explained before he continued for the doors, disappearing into the darkened school.

As soon as we were alone, Derek turned to me. Neither of us spoke. We just looked at each other, unsure and uncomfortable. Well, this is going to be fun…

Sighing, I moved to lean against the back of Stiles Jeep, waiting for Scott and Stiles to do their thing. I kicked at the ground, my eyes refusing to look up at Derek. I just didn't know what to say to him. When he came over to stand beside me, it was a shock. When he broke the silence, it was an even bigger shock.

"You're not going with them." It wasn't a question. It was an open comment that could start a conversation, so I went with it.

I shrugged. "It was my idea to come here, away from people. It was Scott's idea to go in and use the school's sound system for added effect."

"What are they doing in there?"

Before I could answer we heard the sound system turn on, followed by the sound of Scott howling… well, his attempt at a howl. I sounded more like a cat trying to sing while on its death bed.

Derek closed his eyes and shook his head with a sigh. "You've got to be kidding me."

"I told him it probably wouldn't work." I noted, a smile tugging on my lips. "It's not like he's had control long enough to do something as big as howl."

"You're telling me he's trying to call the Alpha here, with the sound system?" Derek's face looked as if that both alarmed him, and pissed him off.

"Yeah…"

Pushing away from Stiles' Jeep, he took a few steps towards the school's doors, but stopped as the sound system turned on again.

This time the howl that came through shook me to my core. I could feel it in my bones, my veins, my whole being. It woke the wolf inside me, not to the point of change, but to the point of alertness. I was aware of exactly where Scott was.

Instead of continuing for the school, Derek came back to me, grabbing my arm and pulling me to him. His grip was tight, but not because he was angry. No, now he was worried. The feeling was practically vibrating off him. "Stay close." He told me, his eyes scanning the area surrounding us.

I looked up at him. "Derek? What is it?"

The doors to the school opened as Scott and Stiles hurried out, grinning widely.

Derek turned to glare at them. "I'm gonna kill both of you. What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?"

Scott shook his head. "Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud."

"Yeah, it was loud." Stiles chuckled. "And it was awesome."

But Derek wasn't listening to them anymore. He'd tensed beside me, something catching his attention. "Shut up." He told Stiles, looking through him, trying to concentrate.

Stiles frowned. "Don't be such a sour-wolf."

I shook my head at my friend. "Now's really not the time, okay?"

We all fell silent or a moment as Derek continued to listen out for something, but we were distracted when Scott stepped up to the backseat of Derek's car, and looked in.

"What'd you do with him?"

"What?" Derek turned, confused. Only when we all looked, we found the backseat empty. Deaton was gone.

Turning away from the car, I looked to Scott and Stiles. "He didn't do anything." I assured them. "I was right here with him. Nothing happened."

We were all looking around for any sign of Deaton, that we didn't notice or hear the Alpha come up from behind Derek and me. Suddenly Derek flinched beside me before he started to cough and gag, blood seeping out of his mouth. His shirt was ripped from the long and sharp claws that had stabbed him in the back, right through his chest. Derek was lifted off the ground as the Alpha's claw stayed buried deep into Derek's back.

I let out a shrill scream as I stood there, frozen on the spot, my eyes looking up at Derek in horror.

"Come on!" Scott grabbed my arm and pulled me along, Stiles right beside us.

Fighting against Scott's hold, I tried to get back to Derek. I couldn't tear my eyes off him as he continued to bleed from his wounds and his mouth. But Scott just kept pulling me along, Stiles joining when he realised I was struggling.

As we reached the school doors the Alpha threw Derek through the air. He collided with the school wall and fell into the leaves and dirt below. He didn't move a muscle. He didn't even blink...

"Derek!" I screamed again, tears pouring down my face.

But Scott was still right there, pulling me along. "Angie! Come on!"

Once we were inside, Stiles and Scott slammed the doors closed and pressed themselves against them, hoping their weight would be enough to keep the Alpha out. But we all knew it wouldn't be. Despite the fact that I was still crying and shaking after seeing the Alpha attack and throw Derek, I knew I had to help. I moved to stand by Scott, pressing myself against the door as well, staying low just as they were, not wanting to be seen. But even my added weight wouldn't keep the Alpha out.

"Lock it!" Scott told Stiles.

"Does it look like I have a key?" Stiles noted, freaking out as much as my brother and I were.

"Grab something!" Scott snapped.

"What?"

"Anything!" Scott and I answered at the same time.

Stiles stood up more, looking out of the window in the door. His eyes went wide, letting us know he found what he'd been looking for.

"What?" Scott stood to take a look at whatever Stiles was staring at.

I stood as well, seeing the bolt cutters lying a few feet from the door. "No, Stiles." I shook my head, knowing what he as thinking.

"Yes." He pressed the torch into Scott's chest, mind already made up.

Scott was on my side, not wanting our friend to go out there. It was a suicide mission. "Stiles, no. Please, don't."

Then, much to Scott and my shock and horror, Stiles opened the door and hurried out.

He closed the door behind him, stopping us from stopping him. Scott and I stood at a window each, watching Stiles and everything else. My eyes scanned the area, looking out for the Alpha, waiting for it. I knew he was still around. I knew there was no way it would have just left. Scott called him here, and he wasn't going to leave without getting what he wanted.

Movement from behind Stiles' Jeep caught my attention. The Alpha crawled out from behind it, growling lowly. He paused, his red eyes looking to Scott and I before falling to Stiles.

Oh, no… Oh, God no.

"Come back! Come back!" Scott called to Stiles, banging on the door.

I yelled and pushed against the door as well. "Stiles! Stiles, come back!"

Hearing us, Stiles turned to us, seeing the panic in his eye. Then he looked over his shoulder, seeing the Alpha. The moment their eyes locked, the Alpha pounced.

Stiles moved quickly, keeping a tight grip on the bolt cutters as he hurried back to the doors as Scott and I opened them for him. Once he was inside we slammed them shut. Then he slid the bolt cutters into place between the long, horizontal door handles. They wouldn't hold for long, but they'd at least give us some time.

"Come on." I grabbed both Scott's and Stiles' arm before pulling them down the hall. We needed to find a way out of there, and fast.

…

Hurrying into one of the classrooms, we all moved to the teachers, planning on moving it in front of the door.

But before we got it far, Stiles stopped us. "Wait. The door's not gonna keep it out." He noted.

Scott and I nodded. "We know."

"It's your boss." Stiles looked so sure of that fact.

"What?" Scott asked, confused.

"Deaton, the Alpha. Your boss." Stiles told him.

I could see the logic of his reasoning, but I couldn't believe it. If Deaton was a werewolf, why was he only doing all of this now? Why'd he bite Scott and I now?

Scott shook his head. "No."

"Yes." Stiles stood his ground. "Murdering psycho werewolf."

"It can't be." Scott didn't sound as sure as Stiles…

"Oh, come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air?" Stiles shrugged, though the sarcasm was just a defence right now. He was still freaking out. "That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him." Scott told him.

"Scott's right. It's not Deaton." I agreed, knowing in my gut that it wasn't him.

"He killed Derek, Angie."

My heart sunk. Flinching, I let go of the desk and took a step back, shaking my head. "Derek's not dead." My voice shook, eyes watering once more.

Stiles couldn't see the pure panic I was experiencing as he pushed his point across. "Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next."

"No." My head and voice continued to shake. "No. He can't be."

Scott turned, hearing the tone in my voice, sensing something was wrong. One look at me and he could tell I was on the brink of having a meltdown. "Stiles, stop." Moving away from the desk, he came to stand by me. "What do we do?" He asked me, knowing I could control myself if given something else to focus on.

Taking a deep breath, I thought about it for a moment, weighing out our options, before coming up with the best plan I could think of at that time. "We have to get to Stiles' Jeep. We can't out run the Alpha, but we might be able to out drive it. We get to the Jeep and we get out of here."

"And you two seriously think about quitting your jobs." Stiles added.

I shot him a quick glare before turning and moving towards the window. Scanning the area, I looked for any sign of the Alpha, hoping we'd have a chance to make a break for it and get to Stiles' Jeep now. Scott came to stand beside me, reaching to open a window, but Stiles and I stopped him.

"They don't open." I noted.

"The school's climate-controlled." Stiles added.

Scott sighed. "Then we break it."

"Which will make a lot of noise." Stiles had a good point. We break the window and it doesn't matter how far away the Alpha is, he'll find us, and he'll catch us.

Scot obviously hadn't made that conclusion yet. "Then… then we run really fast." He suggested. "Really fast." Turning, he looked to Stiles' Jeep, only to tense beside me. "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

I looked over Scott's shoulder and towards the vehicle, seeing the problem, it looked like the hood had been crushed…

"It's bent." Scott explained.

"Like, dented?" Stiles asked as he pushed passed to get a look.

"No, I mean bent." Scott repeated.

"What the hell-"

Before Stiles could finish the window beside us smashed as something came through and into the room. We all fell to the ground, pressing ourselves against the wall as we looked at whatever had been thrown in.

Stiles turned the torch light onto it and froze. "That's my battery." He went to get up, but Scott and I pulled him back down.

"Don't move." Scott told him.

"We have to move." Stiles argued.

"He could be right outside." Scott told him.

I looked passed Stiles and to my brother. "He is right outside. Okay, he's there and he knows we're here. We gotta go. Now."

"Just let me take a look." Scott shifted and turned before slowly rising so he could look out the window.

"Anything?" Stiles asked after a moment.

Scott shook his head. "No."

"Move now?" Stiles looked from Scott to me.

Scott and I nodded at the same time. "Move now."

Getting to our feet, we crept out of the classroom as silently as possible, having no idea where to go now, or how to get out. As soon as we were in the hallway Scott started to go right, heading towards more classrooms. But the last thing we needed right now is to walk into the same situation we'd just walked out of. We needed to be smart about what we were doing…

I grabbed Scott's jacket a stopped him.

He turned to me, confused. "What?"

"Somewhere without windows." Stiles seemed to be on the same page as me.

"Every single room in this building has windows." Scott noted.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Or somewhere with less windows."

Breathing heavily, Scott thought about it for a moment before making a suggestion. "The locker room."

"Sounds good to me." I nodded, heading down the hall and towards the boys' locker room.

…

Stiles closed the locker room door behind us before moving over to stand with Scott and I in the middle of the open space.

"Call your dad." Scott told him.

"And tell him what?"

"I don't know, anything." Scott shrugged, desperate. "There's a gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

"What if it doesn't?" Stiles countered. "What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?"

"They have guns." Scott noted.

I shook my head. "Guns won't do anything to this thing. Stiles is right, we can't call his dad. We'll just be putting more people in danger. We're going to have to figure this out ourselves."

Knowing I was right, Scott sighed. "Then we… then we have to get out a make a run for it."

"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile." Stiles had a good point… it's why we decided to call the Alpha here in the first place.

It was then that Scott offered the worst solution I'd ever heard. "What about Derek's car?"

"That could work." Stiles nodded, agreeing with him. "We go outside, we get the keys off his body," he made a noise of disgust before going on, "and then we take his car."

My jaw dropped. "Are you kidding me?" I shook my head again. "No."

"It's the only way we're getting out of here, Angie." Scott wasn't wrong…

If we were going to do this, then I had a condition. "Fine, then we're taking Derek. We're not leaving him behind."

Scott nodded as if that was already a given. "Of course."

"Fine." Stiles shrugged. "Whatever." Turning, he started for the door to leave. But just as he went to reach for the handle, a noise outside the room had both Scott and I reaching out to stop him. Stiles looked to each of us. "What?"

"We heard something." Scott whispered.

"Like what?" Stiles jumped, terrified.

"Shh." Scott and I shushed him.

Whatever was outside was moving closer. Stiles could hear it too now.

The three of us backed up to the middle of the room again, our eyes glued to the door, watching, waiting, listening to whatever it was near the door. Scott reached over to take the torch from Stiles, who quickly turned it off, hoping it hadn't given our location away.

"Hide." Scott told us.

Without wasting a second, Stiles ducked into one of the lockers with a loud clatter and clang. Scott and I tried to stop him, but he wouldn't listen.

Having no other choice, Scott and I looked to each other one last time, before hurrying into a locker each. We were right beside each other, and across from Stiles. None of us said a word or moved as we stayed in the tight spaces.

When the door opened, we all heard it. My heart began to race. I knew the Alpha would be able to hear it. I knew he'd be able to find it if I didn't control myself.

Taking a deep breath, I focused. I concentrated on the fact that if I didn't calm down I would get us all killed. I would get Stiles killed. I would get Scott killed. I would get me killed.

Come on, Angela. Get a grip. You can do this. Just breath. Easy does it.

Surprisingly, it worked. My heat began to beat at a regular pace as I focused on keeping myself calm. My breathing came out quiet and shallow, so it wouldn't give me away either. Despite the fear still coursing through me, I still managed to get control. That was until the locker door beside mine was opened.

Stiles screamed. A man screamed. Scott screamed. I screamed. We were all screaming as the three of us fell out of the lockers and came face to face… with the janitor.

He took a deep breath, pressing his hand to his chest. "Son of a bitch!"

"Shh, quiet!" Stiles told him.

But the janitor just turned to glare at the three of us. "Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me? All of you, get out."

"Just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles tried, but the janitor wasn't having any of it.

"Not okay. Get the hell out of here right now." The janitor grabbed Scott and pushed him towards the door. We had no choice but to listen.

Once we were out in the hall, Stiles turned back to him. "God, just one second to explain."

"Just shut up and go." The janitor told us.

Suddenly he was grabbed and pulled back into the locker room, the door closing the moment he was inside. Then he was thrown against it. Scott, Stiles and I watched as the frosted glass was splattered with blood as the sound of the janitor's screams echoed around us.

Reaching for the door, Scott and I went to help the janitor, to pull him out of there before the Alpha killed him. But Stiles grabbed and pulled us away, dragging us down the hall.

"He's gone." He told us. "He's gone."

…

We ran down the hall, as hard and fast as we could. Hearts pounding in our chests, Stiles, Scott and I threw ourselves at the double doors in front of us. But instead of opening, they only budged a little.

"What the hell?" Scott pulled back as Stiles continued to try and shove the door open.

I peeked through the crack off the door to take a look, feeling my heart sink. "He pushed a dumpster in front of the door." I told them as I stepped away. "He's locked us in." Shaking my head, I looked down the hall. "We gotta find another way out. Come on."

Stiles and Scott were right behind me as I led us through the school. We were walking down a passage way on the second floor, the wall to out left was made completely out of windows which looked down to a courtyard below. If the circumstances weren't so stressful and tense, I might have appreciated how beautiful it looked in the moonlight.

"I'm not dying here. I'm not dying at school." Stiles rambled, freaking out. Though I didn't blame him- for freaking out, and not wanting to die here.

"We're not going to die." Scott snapped, trying to reassure him.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Stiles turned to look behind him. "God, what is he doing? What does he want?"

"Us." I answered, voice surprisingly calmer than theirs now. I would freak out and cry later, right now they needed someone level headed and ready to lead. "He wants Scott and me. He'll be stronger with a pack."

"Great." Stiles scoffed. "A psychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's… that's beautiful."

Suddenly Scott grabbed my arm as he came to a stop. He was looking out the windows and across to the other side of the building. I followed his gaze and froze. Standing there, on the roof, watching us, was the Alpha, its red eyes boring into ours.

The moment we all looked to it, the Alpha paused for barely a second before it began to run, heading our way.

"Go, go, go, go, go!" I pushed at the boys, shoving them down the hall.

We were racing around the corner just as the Alpha smashed through the glass windows and into the hall. He was right behind us now, hot on our trail… our chances were dwindling by the second.

…

I have no idea how, but the three of us had managed to stay away from the Alpha long enough to get down to the basement. But it's not like that was any better than being anywhere else. Sure, there were no windows, but that didn't matter when the Alpha was already inside. Also, no windows meant no exit. We were trapped like rats down here.

Hurrying around some old and rusted lockers, Stiles, Scott and I ducked behind them for cover, taking a moment to catch our breaths and calm ourselves. We needed to think.

The Alpha wouldn't be too far behind. He'd know we're down here. It wouldn't take long for him to find us. So, if we wanted to get out of here alive, we were going to have to be smart. We were going to have to out think this thing.

Noise halted my thoughts as my ears strained to listen out. The Alpha was now in the basement.

Scott ducked around the corner to see what was happening, before he turned back to Stiles and me, giving a short nod. "Go."

Not needing to be told twice, Stiles and I hurried around the lockers and towards the exit, Scott right behind us. Now that the Alpha was down here, maybe we could make a break for it. But just as we were about to reach the door, we heard it again… and he wasn't far.

"All right, we have to do something." Stiles noted as we backed up.

"Like what?" Scott asked, out of ideas.

"I don't know." Stiles shrugged. "Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it… something."

The sound of glass shattering and something banging had the three of us jump in fright. He was getting closer.

We passed an open door, still backing up. Only Stiles paused and looked into the room, an idea forming. He reached into his pockets, jangling his keys slightly, causing the Alpha to growl from wherever he was.

"Wait a minute, no-" Scott tried to warn Stiles, but he wouldn't listen.

Shushing Scott, Stiles pulled his keys out of his pocket as he stood closer to the open door, sticking out into the hall. He looked down in the direction of the Alpha, took a breath, and threw the keys into the room.

The Alpha growled and came running, heading our way.

Stiles grabbed Scott and I, and hid us behind the door as the Alpha ran into the room. Then Stiles pushed against the door, slamming it shut and locking it, trapping the Alpha inside. "The desk." He gestured to a desk nearby, as he pressed his body to the door. "Come on, the desk."

Hurrying, Scott and I grabbed the desk and moved it in front of the door as Stiles moved. We placed it in a way so there was only an inch or so between the desk and the wall across from the door. That way, if the Alpha tried to push his way out, he wouldn't be able to.

As if knowing he was now trapped, the Alpha roared and growled from inside the room.

"Come on, get across." Stiles gestured for Scott and me to jump over to his side. "Come on!"

I paused a moment, feeling a little apprehensive about climbing over the desk and moving passed the door. There was a small window that looked into the room, and the last thing I wanted was for the Alpha to see me, or for me to see it.

Scott moved quickly, getting it over and done with. As soon as he was on the other side, he turned to me, nodding. "Come on, Angie." He encouraged. "Just jump over."

Taking a breath, I braced my hands on the table and jumped onto the top. But as I was about to jump to the other side I looked towards the doors and locked eyes with the Alpha.

The red was bright and powerful. It felt like the colour buried itself into my soul, searching it, claiming it. There was something in its gaze that made me feel as if I belonged him. My nerves and cells listened and tingled in anticipation. It felt like something inside me was waiting. It felt as if part of me recognised the Alpha. It felt like he was trying to connect to that part inside me. It felt as if the moment his teeth pierced my skin I was no longer my own person…

A hand tugged on mine, pulling me off the table.

"You okay?" Scott asked, genuinely concerned.

The second my eyes were no longer looking into that red, the spell was broken. "Yeah." I nodded. "Fine."

Stiles took that moment to lean in closer to the door, trying to peek inside.

"What are you doing?" Scott asked, grabbing our friend to pull him back.

"I just wanna get a look." Stiles explained.

I rolled my eyes and sighed. "He's insane. He's literally insane."

"Look, it's trapped, okay?" Stiles tried to reassure us. "It's not gonna get out." He shrugged before climbing onto the table. He leaned in towards the window, peering into the room. "Yeah, that's right, we got you-"

"Shut up." Scott warned him, not wanting to piss the Alpha off any more.

Stiles turned to us. "I'm not scared of this thing."

The Alpha slammed against the door then, causing Stiles to practically jump out of his skin as he fell of the table.

He scurried back to his feet and stood beside Scott and me, trying to play it cool. "I'm not scared of you!" He called. "Right, 'cause you're in thee, and we're out here. You're not going any-"

The sound of something crashing and breaking inside the room shut Stiles up.

The three of us slowly looked up to the ceiling seconds before we heard the sound of the Alpha moving on top of us.

"Oh, crap…" I started backing up, grabbing Scott's and Stiles' arms as I did. "Run…" The ceiling creaked. "Run." The ceiling dented. "Run!"

Bamby