RAEGAN MCCALL

The alpha growled at me.

And you know what I did?

I fucking charged right at him.

I have no idea how a trembling little girl turned into a badass in a split second, but thank god she finally did.

I startled the monster of a wolf, so I got a good kick in, erupting a whimper from him.

But then, I got shoved to the ground, onto my stomach. And two very human hands pinned me down.

"Very impressive, Raegan. Seems that I've bit the wrong McCall sibling," his deep voice said, next to my ear.

"Screw you!" I screamed, trying to get out of his hold, but it was no use. I tried turning around to face him, but he had an iron-like grip on my wrists. "Let me go!"

"I'm afraid I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"You know who I am. You can't see me."

"What? I know you? I don't recognize your voice."

"All in good time, Raegan. All in good time…"

"Well, if you're not going to let me go, then kill me. C'mon, hurry up and get it over with."

He chuckled, "Now, why would I want to do that?"

"Then what the hell do you want from me?!" I yelled.

"I need you to send a message for me. Tell Scott, "Kill them"."

"Kill who? Us? Scott would never kill us!"

He gave that horrid chuckle again. "Hate to cut the chit-chat, but I've got to run. After all, your brother and Stiles are about, and not to mention his friends."

"Friends? You mean friend?" He must be talking about Sammy.

"Nope," he gave a maniacal laugh. "I mean friends. What were their names? Jackson, Lydia, Allison?"

"No," I whispered. They were pains in the ass, but they didn't deserve to die.

"Yes," he laughed again. "I'll be around, Raegan," he said. Then I felt him let go of my arms. I whipped around, but he had disappeared.

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

We had been running for our lives, because the alpha was right behind us.

We had finally lost him, when Scott stopped our running. I almost collapsed, but Scott righted me up.

I smiled at him in thank you.

"Do you guys hear that?" he asked.

"Hear what?" Stiles huffed.

"It sounds like a phone ringing."

"What?" I asked, biting my fingernails. It was a nervous habit.

"I know that ring! It's Allison's phone!" Scott said with big, frightful eyes.

"What?!" I yelled. "What's Allison doing here?!" She couldn't be here, she'll get hurt!

"Stiles, give me your phone!"

He fumbled around in his pocket for his phone, then handed it to Scott.

He dialed Allison's number quick.

She answered on the first ring.

"No, it's me, where are you?… Where are you right now?… Where? Where are you exactly?… Get to the lobby. Go now." He hung up.

We ran, and collided into Allison, in the lobby.

"Why did you come? What are you doing here?" Scott frantically asked.

"Because you asked me to," she answered, confused.

"I asked you?"

"You texted me," she said, showing us the text message. "Why do I get the feeling that you didn't send this message?"

"Because I didn't."

"Did you drive here?" Stiles asked.

"Jackson did," she answered.

If Jackson drove her here, that meant…

"Allie, is Lydia here too?" I asked, trying my best to stay calm. What if the alpha killed her already?

"Yeah. She is… ". She was, understandably, still confused. "What's going on?"

Before we could say anything, her phone started ringing. Then Lydia and Jackson burst through the doors.

"Sammy? What are you doing here?" Lydia asked.

I engulfed her in a big hug, and said, "My amazing brother and I were just hanging out! Scott decided to join." Did I mention I was a terrible liar?

"At school?" Jackson questioned.

Before I could answer, a loud thump sounded from above us, in the air vents.

The alpha!

"Run!" Scott yelled, as the alpha fell through the ceiling.

We started running, and heard the alpha chasing after us.

We ran into the cafeteria, and locked the doors behind us.

Then we started moving things in front of the door, so the alpha couldn't get in.

I distinctly heard Stiles talking as we worked. Why was he not helping? He's so goddamn lazy. We all ignored him, and kept on piling stuff.

"HELLO," he yelled, finally getting our attention.

We turned to him, and he said, "Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now - what should we do about the 20 foot wall of windows?" He gestures to the windows behind him.

Kill me.

"Can somebody please explain to me what's going on, because I'm freaking out here. And I would like to know why. Scott?" Allison exclaimed.

Scott grunted, and went and slumped over on a desk. He looked at Stiles for help.

"Somebody killed the janitor," Stiles told them.

"What?" Lydia exclaimed.

"Yeah, the janitor's dead."

Allison looked at Scott, "What's he talking about? Is this a joke?"

"What, who killed him?" Jackson asked.

"No, no, no, no. This was supposed to be over. The mountain lion killed -" Jackson interrupted Lydia.

"No, don't you get it? There wasn't a mountain lion."

"Who was it? What does he want? What's happening? Scott!" Allison yelled.

Scott finally spoke up, "I- I don't know. I - I just - If - if we go out there, he's gonna kill us."

"Us? He's gonna kill us?" Lydia questioned.

"Who? Who is it?"

After a breathe, Scott lied, "It's Derek. It's Derek Hale."

"Derek killed the janitor?" Jackson asked.

Allison asked, "Are you sure?"

Scott nodded, "I saw him."

"The mountain li -" there goes Lydia again with her mountain lions.

Scott interrupted her this time, "No, Derek killed them."

"All of them?"

"Yeah, starting with his own sister."

"The bus driver?"

"And the guy in the video store - it's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us. And if we don't get out now - He's going to kill us too."

Rae's going to be pissed when she hears we blamed everything on Derek. Again.

Then a thought occurred to me.

"Scott! We need to go back for Rae! She's probably still hiding in the lockers, if um… Derek hasn't found her yet."

"Rae's here, too?" Jackson asked.

Scott looked like he was about to throw up, "I'm going to look for her. The rest of you, stay here!" With that, he ran out the doors.

"Call the cops," Jackson said as soon as the door shut behind Scott.

"No," Stiles told him.

"Wh - what do you mean "No?""

"I mean no. You wanna hear it in spanish? NOH. Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."

"Your dad is armed with an entire sheriff's department. Call him."

Lydia didn't bother arguing, "I'm calling."

"No, Lydia, would you just hold on a sec -" I tried.

"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills high school. We're trapped, and we need you to," the operator interrupted Lydia, and said some inaudible things.

"But -" Lydia tried again, then turned the phone off. "She hung up on me."

Allison was appalled, "The police hung up on you?"

"She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school. She said if I called again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested."

Stiles and I shared a look.

"Okay, then call again," Allison insisted.

"No, they won't trace a cell and they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here," Stiles told them.

I heard Stiles' phone buzz in his pocket, and he took it out and read the text.

"It's Rae. She's asking where we are."

"Make sure it's her," I told him, coming to look at the texts. "The… I mean Derek… could've taken her phone, like Scott's, and is trying to make you give him your location."

"Good thinking."

He texted some stuff, and I laughed at her answer.

"Yep! It's definitely her! She's on her way," Stiles said, putting away his phone.

I went to go stand by the door, to let her in when she got here.

RAEGAN MCCALL

I took my phone out, and texted Stiles: "Where r u?"

Almost immediately, I got a reply: "How do I know that you're the real Raegan? Allison got a text from a fake Scott telling her to come here. Tell me something that only she would know."

"Umm… You said you were a better Yoda than Derek, earlier."

"Not good enough. The alpha could've heard that, he has super hearing."

"You wet the bed until you were seven."

"Oh my god, it was six! Second floor, room right of the staircase. Watch yourself and hurry."

With that, I made my way to the second floor.

I knocked on the door. And in a millisecond the door unlocked and opened, and before I could see who opened it, I was pulled into a tight embrace. Then it got tighter, and tighter, and tighter.

"Can't...breath..." I choked out.

The people hugging me let go and I saw that it was Stiles, Allison, and Sammy that were hugging me.

I glanced at Lydia, and Jackson, who was in the corner watching me with his arms crossed.

I noticed one person was missing.

"Where's my brother?"

Everyone went quiet and looked at each other.

"Guys... where's Scott?!" I asked again.

Jackson answered, "He went looking for you."

"Oh my god. How long ago did he leave?"

"Like ten minutes ago," Allison answered.

I ran out of the room with Stiles and Sammy on my tail.

"Where are you going?! Come back here! He'll find his way back," Stiles said.

I spun around and saw Allison, Lydia, and Jackson behind him, "I've got to-."

Cue sirens.

We looked out the window and were blinded by flashing red and blue lights.

|| Teen Wolf ||

His body was gone!

I looked at where Derek's body had been thrown, and was flashed with horrible memories.

Was he okay? Did he just get up and walk away?

It was unlikely.

Maybe the alpha took his body.

"Are you sure it was Derek Hale?" Sheriff Stilinski was saying.

Scott, Stiles, and Sammy had decided to pin everything on Derek.

Once again.

Idiots.

"No-" I tried to say, but got cut off by Stiles putting his hand on my mouth.

I bit it. Hard.

"OW!" he cried out, removing his hand.

"Hey, you two, knock it off. Focus," Stilinski reprimanded, sternly.

"Yes, it was Derek," Scott answered.

"I saw him too," Stiles remarked.

"Yup," Sammy nodded.

Liars. All of them.

"What about the janitor?" Scott asked.

Stilinski said, "We're working on it."

Translation: We don't know where the fuck he's at.

Scott was appalled, "Did you check under the bleachers? Under them?"

"Yeah, we looked. Pulled them out just like you said. There's nothing."

"I'm not making this up," Scott told him.

Uh, yeah you are. The Derek part, at least.

"I know. I believe you, I do."

What, is today Liar's Day?

"No! You don't!" Scott exclaimed throwing his arms up. "You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me, but I know you don't."

"We're gonna search the whole school, okay? We're gonna find him. I promise."

Then he walked away.

"Well, we survived dude!" Stiles exclaimed, "You know? We outlasted the Alpha!"

Scott was quiet.

"What's wrong?" Sammy asked.

After a breath, Scott said, "When we were in the chemistry room, it walked right by us. You don't think it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were?"

"Well...then...why are we still alive?"

"It wants me in it's pack. I think first I have to get rid of my old pack."

"What do you mean?" Stiles questioned, "What old pack?"

"Rae, Sammy, Allison...Jackson, Lydia...you."

"The Alpha doesn't want to kill us," Sammy started.

"It wants you to do it…" I finished.

"What?" Stiles asked.

"When I got separated from you guys, the alpha texted me and pretended to be Scott. He said you were near the bleachers, so I went there. He said I knew who he was, but I didn't recognize his voice. And he told me to give you a message, "Kill them"."

Scott let out a breath and nodded, "Yeah, he wants me to kill you all... And that's not even the worst part."

"How-how in holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?" Stiles exclaimed.

"When he made me shift," Scott explained then turned around. "I wanted to do it... I wanted to kill you. All of you."

After a tense moment, he turned back around to look behind us, "Hey look."

He walked over to the ambulance and we followed. It was Dr. Deaton.

"I knew it!" I said, "I knew he wasn't the Alpha! Take that, Stiles!"

We got there and Deaton greeted us, "There you are."

"How did you-" Scott started, but Deaton finished, "Get out?"

Scott nodded.

"Not easily. But from what they tell me, I'm alive because of you. I think I owe you a raise," Deaton smiled.

"Guys, come on," Stilinski said, reappearing, "Let the EMTs do their job. You can talk to him later."

Stilinski, Stiles, Sammy, and I got in a cruiser, but Scott ran to go talk to Allison when he spotted her.

After a few minutes, he rejoined us in the car, and the sheriff pulled out of the school.

"What'd she say?" I asked.

"We're taking a break," he answered, staring out the window.

I didn't say anything because I knew "taking a break" was just lightly putting "breaking up".

Poor Scott.