A/N: Bit of mythology in this one, I had to change some things around so I've adjusted some myths so they fit into the story! Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter Twelve

The Silver Eyed Werewolf

Jessimine cuffed her hands around the most solid part in the whole house, the sleek black circular chimney in the living room. She had her phone beside her, the cuff key inside her car outside. She wasn't sure how she would get out of the situation, maybe call Jackson, maybe just stay put until Lydia got home. She wasn't sure.

All she knew was that this was necessary.

The stereo system was playing her favourite songs as loud as the volume could go to hide her screams and cries. The remote was next to her, just in case she felt inclined to turn it down.

She sat upon the top of the chimney, the window open above her head, revealing the bright full moon. The moon was already starting to affect her, her fingers kept twitching and she struggled to maintain control. A part of her wondered whether the Alpha was supposed to help their betas control themselves on full moons, a part of her was glad the Alpha didn't. But that guidance, just a little guidance… it would help…

Jessimine pressed her forehead against the chimney as her body began to ache with a sudden pain as the full moons light lit up her skin. Her ears where listening to the music that filled the living room, the tune keeping her grounded.

It was like a temporary anchor.

Could music be an anchor?

Maybe it could be.

Pain shot up her spine cause a small shriek of pain to escape her lips.

Nope, music wasn't an anchor. Not at all.

Her claws suddenly revealed, making her wince, rolling her head back as tears of pain streaked her flushed cheeks.

In the midst of the pain a feeling so strong washed over her. A feeling that she had never felt so strong in her entire life.

Loneliness.

She wasn't sure what hurt more.

Her tears flowed freely now. Without shame. She sobbed loudly as the pain consumed her mind and body.

She was in this supernatural world alone. Without guidance or knowledge. It was like walking through a maze, a maze that was pitch black and filled with traps.

It was like being in a dark room with no door.

Just pitch black.

Jessimine had never felt this feeling before, but it was so strong, so true that her heart, along with every other part of her body physically hurt.

Was this life really worth living? Since her change she had never felt the same. Alone. Forever alone. Isolated from society. How long could she continue doing this?

Hiding what she was from the ones she loved the most?

Pretending she was the same girl she was before?

She couldn't.

Did that make her weak? She didn't know. But what she did know is that it made her human. Maybe a part of her was still the same girl, the same before her world fell apart.

Her silver eyes moved to the silver moon above her, she was it's slave, a slave begging for mercy. But she was not granted mercy. For the moon was her master.

Maybe the Alpha will come, maybe he will help me through it.

She shook her head, no, she couldn't accept help from that monster. She couldn't accept help from anyone.

She was alone in this, for the rest of her existence.

The song changed, making her draw her attention away from the pain and the force of the moon for a short moment.

She wasn't sure how much longer she could survive doing this. How long would it be before she hurt someone she loved? How much longer would it be before her secret was discovered?

No, she'd die before that happened, she would make sure of it.

Her phone rang, her eyes darted to see the caller. Stiles.

And him, the boy that she held so dearly in her heart, she couldn't hurt him. The boy that had his own secrets he kept from her. She couldn't do this to him. She couldn't continue down the same track. The track which she pretended not to be hurt when he looked at Lydia the way he did. The track when she acted like she hadn't heard his heartbeat quicken when he saw her.

He had been so kind. She couldn't.

She. Couldn't. Do. This.

"If only you knew," she whispered her eyes watering as she stared at his name upon her phone.

If only you knew what monster she was.

"If only you knew!" she yelled.

If only you knew what a killer she was.

"IF ONLY YOU KNEW!"

If only you knew how black her soul was.

How evil she was.

Jessimine slammed her fist into the metal, denting it, she cried out, screamed. The call went to message bank.

If only he knew. He'd look at her for what she really was, a killer. Someone to be frightened of, someone to avoid.

"If only you knew," she barely whispered, defeated.

The playlist had stopped, leaving the room in darkness. She fought against the cuffs for what seemed like hours but was possibly only minutes until someone knocked the front door.

Fear turned her blood cold. Had Lydia and her mother arrived home early? No, they said they'd be out until the next afternoon.

Then who-?

"Jessimine? You home?"

Stiles.

She barely moved, barely breathed. She couldn't. Tears just ran down her face, and blood dripped from her wrists. He couldn't see her like this.

"Jessimine, if you don't open up I'll get Scott to kick the door down."

She could hear Scott muffle a laugh.

"Maybe she isn't home," she heard Stiles whisper.

"No, she is, I can smell her shampoo," Scott replied. Jessimine's eyes widened.

"Any scent?"

There was a pause. "Blood."

Her lip quivered.

Stiles heartbeat quickened, "maybe the Alpha-?"

"We need to get inside, now."

Jessimine was helpless, hopeless and confused. She stared down at her bloodied wrists and the cuffs digging into her torn skin, then to her claws and then to her silver eyes that reflected in the mirror.

This was inevitable, after this was over maybe she could end it. For good.

Somewhere in the back of her mind she was trying to come up with a logical excuse to explain why she would be cuffed in the darkness.

But how could she possible explain this? She let out a quiet sob, no.

There was shuffling outside, before there was a loud bang making her cower away, hiding her face and her existence.

"Jessimine?" Stiles called out into the empty dark house.

She exhaled a quacking breath, her limbs weak and shaking, her cheeks wet with tears as she slowly turned to the boys. Unable to meet their eyes to see the fear, disgust, whatever it was, she opened her mouth to say something. Anything.

But instead she just burst into tears.

The grief she felt was so strong, it paralysed her. This was it. This was the end. Her existence as a human was officially over. And she would lose two of her best friends. Because of this curse.

There was movement, it made her look up, Stiles was moving closer, a look unrecognisable in his eyes.

She slid into the corner, straining against the cuffs.

"Don't come near me, I don't want to hurt you," she whispered desperately.

But he didn't stop, his eyes were unreadable, but his heartbeat was fast.

"Stiles, please," she begged.

"You won't hurt me," he said, he seemed so sure, he was so naive. Was he aware of the fact that she could literally bare claws and fangs on demand?

"You don't know that, I don't know that."

He knelt down beside her, she couldn't look at him, she couldn't inhale his scent.

She felt his hand take hers. She froze.

Her eyes moved to his, cautiously, like if she looked at him any faster he'd shatter into pieces. It dawned upon her suddenly, he didn't look terrified. He looked… concerned, worried even.

He smiled then, a soft reassuring smiles that made her insides soften and her muscles relax. And before she knew it her claws disappeared, her silver eyes faded.

Her cuffs were removed, she was still through the process, unable to move or speak.

Stiles stared at her for a long moment, she stared back drawing in slow breaths. His face suddenly contorted and he lent forwards, wrapping his arms around her broken figure, she let him hold her and somehow she knew she wasn't going to transform once more, even though the moon was at its highest peak.

When he finally released her he smiled softly, "this explains a lot."

"Why aren't you two scared?" she asked, eyes darting between Stiles and Scott.

Stiles turned to Scott, "care to do the honours?"

Scott smiled as his chocolate brown eyes turned a vibrant gold, making Jessimine's widen.

"Y-you're a werewolf?"

Scott nodded, "yeah, beta."

She turned to Stiles.

"I'm still human," he said with a grin.

She sunk back against the wall, shock consuming her.

"We have a lot to tell you," Scott said, "and a lot of questions to ask."

She was only capable of nodding.

The next thing she knew she was in Stiles Jeep, her wrists were healing but every now and then her eyes would flash silver in the window reflection. Stiles stole glimpses of her in the revision mirror, but she didn't notice, she was too busy staring at the woods outside.

Everything seemed to make sense suddenly.

Maybe she would be okay.

Maybe she wasn't alone.

"Derek, we are coming over, you're not going to believe what we found out," she heard Scott say into his phone.

Derek Hale? He must have been a werewolf too. She shook her head slowly, this was a lot to take in.

The Jeep pulled up in front of an old burnt-out house in the middle of the woods. Stiles and Scott stumbled up the steps and into the door but Jessimine caught herself staring up at the structure. There was something about it that seemed…

Familiar? No, that wasn't the word for it.

It wasn't that she'd been here before or anything. She knew that much. But there was something about it.

Maybe it was the scent that seemed to waffle of the building. It was almost as if it was repelling her and drawing her in at the same time.

"Jessimine? You coming?" Stiles called from the doorway. When she didn't respond he asked, "is there something wrong?"

"This is the Hale house? The same one that suffered from the arson attack, right?" she asked cautiously as she looked over her shoulder.

"Yeah," Stiles answered, "why?"

She blinked, she knew her eyes shifted when she looked back up to Stiles because his slowly widened. "Because there is something about it," she said slowly.

"Well, you are basically standing at a murder scene. So yeah there is going to be something about it," he grinned.

"That's not it," she shot back, "who lives here?"

"Derek."

"It's him? No one else?"

"No one else," Stiles confirmed. "Why?"

"Because the Alpha scent… it's all over it."

It was then Derek and Scott appeared in the doorway, "you have a scent marked on the Alpha?" Derek asked.

"I don't know if you'd call it a scent. I mean… it's a feeling… it's an effect it has on me…" she trailed off.

"She's the she wolf?" Derek asked Scott. "She's the silver eyed werewolf?"

Scott nodded slowly.

"Can you track the Alpha?" Derek asked, "because if you could it might be a big help."

She shook her head, "I don't find the Alpha. The Alpha finds me."

"So you've seen the Alpha?"

She scoffed, "seen? Ha, the Alpha and I are basically best friends. Not by my choice though."

"What do you mean?"

"I see him everywhere," she said, her eyes glazing over, "it's almost as if he checks up on me."

Derek moved out of the doorway and down the rickety steps and closer to the girl, "do you think you could help us find him?"

She hesitated, "I mean- I can try. But I hardly know how to control myself at the moment, let alone use my ability to find the Alpha."

"I can help you learn control," Derek said, "if you help me."

She nodded, "I will. But- do you know what I am?"

"I know a bit-"

"A bit?"

"Until I found out about you I thought your species was a myth."

"What do you know?" she asked quietly.

"Do you know much about Greek mythology?" Derek asked carefully.

"A little."

"What about Artemis?"

"Goddess of the Hunt and Moon," Jessimine recited. "What does she have to do with anything?"

"The legend goes that she had a pack of wolves which protected her, hunted alongside her, she was the goddess who ran with the wolves. These wolves lived and breathed to protect-"

"Like how I protect the Alpha," Jessimine whispered in realisation.

"Exactly," Derek nodded before continuing, "these wolves had silver eyes like the moon. Over time, they were able to shape shift into humans, generating generations of these wolves. But over time these beings faded, becoming major targets to those who hunted werewolves. Their species faded. Became forgotten. Those who shared the same blood never even knew of their power or how to access it. After generations of a dormant gene it can only be triggered once more by the bite of an Alpha. I've heard once the descendants of these wolves realise their true power they can be the most powerful wolf species- or even supernatural species. But I don't know what abilities that means you will have, or if you can control them or not. I hardly know anything about you."

It was silent for a long moment.

"So that means you're a direct descendent of a wolf which protected Artemis?" Stiles said slowly.

Jessimine blinked, "I think that's what he's trying to say…"

"That's so cool!" Stiles exclaimed, everyone glared at him. He swallowed before rubbing the back of his neck and looking away.

"Is there any negative aspects?"

Derek drew in a breath, "I've heard that if you're true Alpha dies- you can go- you could go rouge."

"Rouge?"

"Unstoppable- uncontrollable- unfightable killing machine," Derek explained with a grimace.

Jessimine's brows furrowed, "but can't I control that? I mean- you said I can learn."

"This is only what I've heard. I don't even know if any of it is true. I hardly know anything about what you are at all."

"If I go rouge," she hesitated, "then is there anyway to stop it?"

"That's a bridge we will burn when we cross it," Derek said.

"You don't know?"

"I hardly know anything about your species," he shot back.

She was silent for a few moments, "is there anyone that might?"

Derek clenched his jaw for a moment, "maybe…"

"Who?"

Scott was the one who said it, "the Argents."

"You mean Allison's family?" Jessimine asked in shock. "Why would-?"

"Her family are werewolf hunters," Derek explained. "They have a Bestiary, which is a book about all of the known supernatural beings."

"Oh- of course they are! My best friends' family! Yeah! Obviously!" she spat with bitter sarcasm.

It was at this time Derek lurched forwards, gripping onto her arm, her eyes which still glowed flashed at him in warning. "Jessimine, you cannot tell Allison about what you are at all. I suggest that you avoid her at all costs. The Argents have been hunting your kind for centuries, if they find out about you they will kill you. It won't matter if you've harmed anyone else or not. Don't be so naive do believe otherwise, they will not hesitate a second. They know how powerful you could be and they will not take the risk."

She swallowed the lump that began to form in her throat before managing to nod her head slowly.

"I know it's a lot but with time, all of this will become easier to manage. And now you have Scott and I, we will protect you. After all, we are stronger in numbers."

"So you'll help me?"

"Yes. First, before I help you, you need to find your anchor," Derek explained.

"Anchor?"

"Something that keeps you grounded, something that keeps you from turning," Scott explained.

"What's yours?"

"Allison," he replied affectionately.

She smiled softly.

"Find that then I'll help you be trained, without an anchor you can control your turning."

"I'll try to find one."

Derek straightened, "for now I think we should get home. There is still a lot to be done and there is a lot you will need to know. But I think we just need a good rest tonight."

Jessimine still had many questions but Derek was right, she needed to rest before school tomorrow. She needed to focus on finding her anchor.

"I'll take you back to my place," Stiles said as they walked back to his car, "I don't want you alone on the full moon. I don't care if it's almost morning."

She was silent as she stepped up into the Jeep, Scott had gotten a ride with Derek, leaving the pair alone.

"How are you feeling?" he asked as he glanced across at her.

She was quiet for a moment, "I feel better."

Stiles looked like he wanted to say something but he didn't, he just stared at the road, clenching and unclenching his jaw. She could smell the guilt radiating off him. But she didn't mention it.

"Maybe if I had told you about all of this-" he started suddenly before cutting himself off with a sigh and a shake of the head. "I should have figured it out earlier!"

Jessimine turned to Stiles, "it's okay," she whispered, "I'm okay."

"You weren't, you haven't been for a long time. And I kept ignoring the signs. If I hadn't been so blind…"

"Don't even say that, this isn't your fault," she said, her voice the strongest it's been in a long time. It made him look across at her. "You've had your own problems."

He shook his head slowly, "I should have been there for you."

"You were Stiles," she said softly as her hand moved over his clenched fist which was clutching the steering wheel. She looked up into his eyes as she squeezed his and, "you were."

He blushed as her hand lingered for a moment before she pulled away again once more. "You and Scott proved to me I wasn't alone when I was feeling more isolated than ever. That is something I am grateful for."

"You're not going to be alone anymore," Stiles said with a small smile, "you have all of us to deal with now."

She laughed lightly but didn't say anything more.

The lights in the Stilinski house were off when they arrived home, "Dads on night shift so he won't be home until morning," Stiles explained as he fumbled to open the door.

"Will he mind me being here?"

Stiles paused and then shrugged, "I'll just tell him we were doing assignments."

"He's going to think it's a late night booty call or something," she joked.

"He knows me well enough that I don't have the balls to do that," he replied as he face flushed a light red colour. He opened the door and switched the living room light on.

"If you want a shower the bathrooms in there," Stiles said as he pointed to a door down the hall.

She obliged and showered to remove the dried blood from her hands and sweat before changing back into her clothes. Stiles was sitting on the lounge when she returned, he looked exhausted. The sun was just starting to speak the first sign of dawn across the sky.

"You can sleep in my bed," he offered, a shy smile on his face. She nodded once before following him up the stairs.

"You can change into one of my shirts if you want, if it's more comfortable."

She looked down at her frayed denim shorts and light blue crop top and then refused, "it's okay, I'm fine in this."

Stiles pulled out a mattress from beneath his bed and a spare quilt and pillow before he sprawled down on top of it at the foot of the bed. She made herself at home not a moment later in Stiles bed, burying herself under the sheets and sighing.

They were quiet for a moment.

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Jessimine looked towards Stiles, he was staring up at the ceiling, his hands folded together peacefully upon his stomach, the soft light highlighting his furrowed features. He looked hurt, like a kicked puppy, but at the same time there was a hint of betrayal in his eyes.

She sat up, staring at the boy for a long moment, long enough to make his eyes move towards her but he didn't meet her eyes.

This question was one to be answered, not avoided.

"How could I?" she whispered, her eyes never meeting his.

He turned to her, disbelief upon his face, "how could you? You could have just said something. Told me."

She shook her head, "it's not that easy Stiles."

"And it's not that easy for the people who love you to stand back, watching you fall apart, not knowing what is going on," he said, hurt laced throughout his voice.

"So it was easy for me?" she scoffed, "I did it to protect you!"

"Protect me from what?"

Her features shattered then, that brave face she was wearing was nothing but a temporary mask, tears built up behind her eyes, those tears where the same colour as her changed eyes, silver in the moonlight. "From myself," she said as she tried to hide her tears, "I'm a threat, a danger, how could I ever let you be threatened by me? I couldn't, I won't."

"You think I care if you're a threat to me? Jessimine, your one of my best friends, I care about you. No matter who you are or what you do. I'm there for you, no matter what," he explained with desperation in his voice.

Jessimine was quiet for a few moments, silent tears wetting her cheeks, "I'm afraid," she admitted suddenly, much to her surprise, "I'm afraid of hurting you."

His eyes widened slightly before his lips parted, he wanted to move to her, comfort her, but his body was still anticipating her next words.

She closed her eyes, "sometimes I can't control myself, I loose myself and I remind myself being alone means I will hurt less people. It means I won't have to look in the eyes of those I love and see them staring back at me like I'm a… like I'm a- a monster." She struggled with the last word, spitting it out like it was poison in her mouth.

"That can't be the way you see yourself," Stiles said as he shook his head.

"Why not?"

"Because you're you," he said.

Jessimine narrowed her eyes, "I don't understand…"

"Your more than what you think, your smart, funny, kind, caring, courageous, strong, trustworthy, reliable. Jessimine- you're beautiful. Inside and out. The fact that you hid this, for this long, shows what an incredible person you are. You put others needs over your own. You're selfless. You care about people that don't deserve your time of day. You support your friends and family. You protect them. You can't see yourself as a monster, that bite doesn't define who you are. Your still Jessimine, you're still my best friend. A stupid Alpha isn't going to change what I think about you."

She smiled then, a warm feeling consuming her, the way he looked at her, with such passion and truth, she couldn't deny it. She couldn't lie to herself any longer.

She'd fallen for the boy.

And the fall had almost killed her.

She wiped her eyes and looked away.

"I think I understand why you're so obsessed with Spidey now," he joked to lighten the mood.

She let out a laugh that sounded like a sob, "Spidey will always be dear to me."

Stiles smiled softly before lying back down, adjusting himself until he was in a comfortable position that allowed him to see Jessamine's face. She laid back down herself, a sigh escaping her lips.

"Night Stiles," she murmured as exhaustion pulled her under.

She swore she heard Stiles murmur something but when he did she was too far under to know what he said.

She woke to the sound of a blaring alarm. She rolled over to turn in off but didn't realise how close to the edge of the bed she was, she slammed down onto the ground. Smacking her head against the bedside table as she did. A loud moan escaped her lips as she laid on the ground rubbing her head.

"Stiles you okay?!" she heard from the hallway, Sherriff Stilinski.

He opened the door, she was still laying on the floor, struggling to keep her eyes open, the alarm blaring and continuing to rub her soar head.

"Stiles what-?" he cut himself off when he saw her laying on the floor.

"Hey Sherriff," she moaned softly, her voice coming out as a croak.

His eyes widened.

"Hello Jessimine…" he trailed off, looking between her and his son.

"Not what you think…" she trailed off, "definitely not what you think."

It was then Stiles woke, a loud moan escaping his lips before he yawned, he looked up towards Jessimine, "why are you on the floor…?"

"I fell."

"Oh… so that's the bang I heard," he squinted as he sat up, his pillow still clutched in his arms, "I thought that was just in my dream."

Jessimine coughed before letting out a haggard laugh, "Stiles that's gross."

He gave her a sidewards grin before he tilted his head towards the door, his face fell, "oh, hey Dad."

"Son," his father acknowledged, "care to enlighten me about how this happened?"

Stiles moved his mouth open but no words came out.

"Well Lydia and Mum went out last night and with all these killings we thought it wouldn't be wise to be home alone, and since he was home alone too we thought we'd hang out. And by hang out I don't mean sharing the same bed in any way, for evidence see exhibit A," she gestured between the bed she was sleeping in and where Stiles was. Jessimine didn't notice how red Stiles went.

But Sherriff seemed to because he laughed softly at the girl, "okay, I believe you," he looked to Jessimine, "or at least I believe you."

Jessimine sniggered.

"Are the two of you going to school today?"

Stiles and Jessimine looked at each other before shrugging.

"Harris will be suspicious if he sees were both missing," Stiles noted.

"True, we better go."

Jessimine decided just to go to school in her clothes she was already wearing, she tied her hair into a bun and washed her face before the pair were clambering into Stiles Jeep, once they began to drive to school Stiles turned to her.

"So, finding an anchor," he said.

"What about it?"

"You and me are going to find it," Stiles stated confidently.

"Um… how?"

"By getting you angry, and then testing things out."

"What if my anchor is something really embarrassing like my favourite X-men character or something?"

He laughed, "then at least you won't wolf out all the time."

"True."

"So do you have anything in mind that might work?"

"No," she frowned, "I have no idea."

"Something or someone who means something special to you…"

She shook her head, "I have no idea."

He nodded, "we'll figure it out."

"So what are we going to do?"

He thought for a moment, a smile crept upon his features, "meet me on the lacrosse field at recess."

Jessimine had no time to ask why before he sprung out of the Jeep and stumbled to class.

When recess came around and she was finally informed by Scott and Stiles what they had in mind she was horribly surprised.

"No, this is stupid," she said as they bound her hands and feet together as she lay on the grass.

"But it works," Scott said as he ripped the duct tape and secured Jessimine so she couldn't move.

"And it's fun," Stiles added, a smirk upon his face.

She glared daggers, flashing her eyes silver for a moment.

"Not so threatening when your tied up are you?" he smirked.

They took the lacrosse sticks in hand and braced themselves, Jessimine frowned.

"Ready?" Stiles asked.

"No."

"Good."

And then the torture began, she was being pelted by the balls all across her body. She groaned and grunted multiple times before she felt it coming on, that anger, that change that took place throughout her whole body.

"Your heartbeats rising!" Scott exclaimed.

"Think of something!" Stiles followed.

"I'm trying!" she snapped.

She felt her canines slide out as the pain continued to blossom across her body, she was loosing control.

Think Jessimine.

But nothing came to mind, her mind was in fact a screen of white, not really being helpful right now.

"I can't," she wheezed between breaths.

"You can Jez, just think." Stiles. Or was it Scott? She wasn't entirely sure.

Another ball hit her square between her eyes, making her cry out. "I can't think!" she snapped before letting out a groan. "I-I can't do this."

She felt warmth on her back supplied by a hand, "you can, I know it. You're strong enough. What kept you down on your first full moon?"

She cried out before answering, "hand cuffs."

"Okay, well that's not very helpful. I know I'm the sheriff's son but I don't just spontaneously carry around hand cuffs all the time."

"STILES!" she snapped her canines pressing into her lips as she spoke with her face to the grass, "this isn't funny! It hurts!"

"I-uh-it worked for Scott."

She lifted her head, displaying her bright silver eyes as her clawed fingers grabbed his thighs in desperation, "it isn't working for me," she hissed. Stiles eyes widened before she fell back into fatal position, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heart hammering away in her chest.

"There must have been something else, something else keeping you from breaking out, I know Scott broke the handcuffs I put on him for his full moon. And your even more powerful than him, so there must have been something," Stiles tried.

The hits had ceased but her heartrate was still rapidly climbing. "I couldn't think then!"

"You must have been thinking something!"

"You don't understand!"

"I understand more than you think," Stiles said as he put a hand on her fist. The action made her whirl towards him once more, she snatched his hand and squeezed it in her shaking ones.

"See my eyes now Stiles? See them? These are the eyes of a girl that could kill you! Right now! I want to! That's what you don't get! And the thing is I want it, I want to kill you."

He was quiet for a few moments, his eyes were glistening with unshed tears but his voice was strong and unwavering as he said, "then why don't you?"

It was at that moment she realised her claws had sunk into his palm where she was clutching his hand, she dropped it immediately, breaking their gaze before struggling to her feet and putting distance between him and her.

"I'm so sorry Stiles," she whispered, staring at his bloodied palm in horror. "I'm sorry."

"Your heart rates coming down," Scott observed.

She looked away as her sliver eyes faded into blue and her claws returned to being nails. Her hands and legs were still shaking violently despite her change back into her normal form.

"Well, I guess we know what your anchor it," Stiles murmured from behind her. When she didn't speak he said it anyway, "it's the thought of hurting your friends, as soon as you realised your claws were impaling my skin you weren't wolfing out anymore. And when we saw you on the full moon all you were concerned about was if you were going to hurt me or not. Makes sense."

She ran her hand through her hair, still refusing to meet Stiles eyes, "so to stop myself I'm going to have to impale someone every single time I go silver eyed physic bitch!? I can't do that, I won't."

"Not necessarily, it just means you might have to think about what would happen if you did," Scott answered softly.

"Stiles I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to hurt you," she rushed out.

"It only hurts a little," he said as he offered a weak smile, "day or two, maybe three, it should be healed. Besides, you didn't try to kill me, you just dug you claws a little deep. Whereas Scotty boy has tried to or almost killed me how many times?" he asked looking towards Scott.

"Countless times."

"See? I don't take it to heart," Stiles grinned.

She refused to meet his eyes as she blinked rapidly, she didn't want to cry, but she felt as if her ability to control this curse was slipping through her fingers. A sigh escaped her mouth as she turned away, tousling her hair gently before her hands dropped to her hips. "This isn't fair on you Stiles," she murmured.

"Well, it isn't exactly fair on you either," he replied, "I'm pretty sure you never wanted this. Is it ideal? No. But it's something we all have to do together." When she didn't budge he moved closer to her, grabbing her shoulders and whirling her around so she was facing him. "I chose to get involved in this, okay? I know the risks. And I know you didn't mean to hurt me. This isn't your fault. None of it. Remember that, alright?"

She blinked before slowly nodding before she gently took his wrist, flattened it and attempted to dab off the blood upon his palm gently with her sleeve.

He took her hand gingerly, "Jez… come on, let me have a little bit of my masculinity by letting me act tough."

She couldn't help but let the small smile creep upon her lips.

"There's that smile of yours! I was worried I'd have to make terrible jokes to get it out of you," he said with a caring tone.

Jessimine sniffed before rubbing her eyes vigorously, "I still wanna hear your terrible jokes. I like your terrible jokes."

"That's a first," he grinned, making her smile once more. "I'll tell you what, you let me get you a Mocha to cheer you up and I can tell you all the terrible jokes you want."

She looked up at him through her wet lashes before nodding, "I'd like that."

He didn't let go of her hand as he began to guide her towards the cafeteria, "okay, here's a joke. Harris' social life. Actually- upon second thought, his whole entire life." Jessimine couldn't help but laugh. "And mine too, come to think of it."

Scott was left upon the lacrosse field, staring at his two friends with a small smile upon his lips.

They were meant for each other.

He knew it before they did.

A/N: BAM! INTENSE/10! I know you all asked for Martin sister scenes but this chapter was too long for me to fit them in, but trust me, they will be in the next chapter. Expect sass, expect class and expect the sisters to be savage.

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