"I'm so fucking tired, I think I'm going to die."

"Then go to sleep."

"I can't go to sleep. Ever since you said Kate Argent is back in town I've been having your fucking nightmares," Marcy turned to shoot her Alpha a glare, "thanks for that, by the way."

The man said nothing, just continued to absently type something into her laptop. In truth, it was a bit unsettling that she was sharing his dreams. While they did have a kind of telepathic bond, it shouldn't have run that deep. But all things considered, that little annoyance was far low on his list of priorities. For a few moments, the only sounds in the room were that of clacking keys and the odd scream from the television(where Creepshow 2 was playing).

The Beta frowned at him, unsure of what it was he was doing, but stayed where she was, sprawled out on the suede black couch. Absently, she pushed out her claws and began to file them into sharp points. "So… how's your nephew?"

"Fine."

"And here I thought you said that bullet really did a number on him."

Peter didn't look up from the screen. "It worked itself out."

"I see that infamous Alpha concern is really starting to interfere with your-"

"Shouldn't you be doing something?" he interrupted, not really wanting to hear her complain about his handling of Derek again. Apparently Marcy had been rather upset about his casual dismissal of his nephew's ailment (more so than the actual ailment itself). He glanced over at the couch, where only her toes could be seen hanging off the arm rest and frowned. "Anything at all?"

Marcy sighed with annoyance. "No. I'm still waiting for my sister to get back to me."

"Hm." Peter wasn't exactly thrilled with the idea of his Beta talking to anyone outside the pack (or rather, anyone who wasn't him, but was willing to acknowledge how creepy that was and swore never to admit it out loud because he was not jealous. Least of all of some little college prick named Noel), but really there was nothing he could do about it. At least her old pack, even her closest family, lived hundreds of miles away and rarely asked to see her(well, they asked to see her and she deflected their requests), so he let her keep them. His other Beta however, seemed to be rather attached to his former pack, so they would have to go.

With the claw of her index finger, she absently traced a spiral into the creamy flesh of her thigh. Peter had told her about various symbols and their meanings, but the most important one to him seemed to the spiral. She made another, watching the bloody lines heal almost instantaneously. It meant revenge, so she could see the appeal to it. The reappearance of Kate Argent had put her Alpha visibly on edge, something Marcy would've been able to pick up on even without super senses or their shared nightmares.

The Beta frowned, her finger stilling as she listened to the clack of the keys. Her head fell back on the arm rest and for a few moments, she drifted off to sleep. Peter looked up as her breathing evened out; her heart beat steadied, and smirked. He moved over to the couch, feet silent on the plush crème carpet, and plucked her cellphone off the coffee table. Eying the small emblem that hung off it (a shiny little thing that proclaimed The Crudes in red lettering) with a smirk, the Alpha set it to vibrate.

Peter worked diligently in silence for almost an hour before a text came through. He opened it without a second thought. A picture had been sent. An older man, perhaps in his late forties with blonde hair and a touch of eye liner around his blue eyes, had his arms wrapped around a dark haired boy who looked barely out of his teens. Both bore striking resemblance to the sleeping woman and both had their tongues out and were giving the camera the devil horns gesture and a large crowd could be seen in the background.

The Alpha let out a huff of laughter as a text came through. See what ur missing?! Can't believe u left me w/ these losers. It read. He didn't reply to it, just set the cell phone aside and went back to work.

All at once, the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, an electric pulse stemmed through his core and his eyes began to glow the color of the blood that rushed through his veins. He was over to the couch in less than a second, his hand on the young woman's shoulder. As he began to shake her, Marcy's eyes snapped open.

Her yellow gaze narrowed at him and the Alpha smirked at the growl that escaped her lips.

Cupping her chin, he told her firmly, "We have to go."

"Go where?" She asked.

"Scott's calling for me," Peter grinned, arrogant and hungry in a way that made his Beta weak in the knees. "I knew he'd come around. I expect you to follow."

"Just tell me where."

"The high school," He told her as he made his way out the door. "And I expect you to follow close behind…and make sure to block all the exits for me, will you?"

The woman rolled her eyes. When she looked back toward the door, her Alpha was gone. She frowned slightly, but quickly dressed in a pair of sweatpants and a heavy wool jacket. The weather had taken a turn for the worst, the temperature dropping to just above freezing overnight. Marcy locked the door tightly behind her and began the run to the high school; relying on her memory from the night they attacked the bus driver to get her there.

It took less than five minutes, a considerable improvement from when Peter had first taken her out. She ducked carefully behind the school, out of sight from where Derek Hale was sitting on the bumper of a jeep. A smirk tugged at the corner of her mouth. While she couldn't say she liked the young man, she didn't know him near well enough to make that kind of judgement, Marcy could honestly say she was glad he had recovered from the Monkshood bullet. From where he sat now, it was easy to tell he was annoyed, with his hunched over shoulders and a scowl etched in his handsome features.

A piercing howl came over the intercom. Her eyes flashed involuntarily at the sound, her claws slicing through her cuticles to scrape against the concrete wall. Vaguely, the woman wondered where the hell her Alpha was, but before she could so much as glance around, two boys were coming out of the school.

They were in their mid-teens, laughing and obviously proud of themselves as they shoved one another back and forth. Derek, however, was considerably less amused. They had barely made it to where he was standing before he snapped at them.

"I'm gonna kill both of you! What the hell was that?!" He pointed at them, an aggressive gesture that made the woman grin from where she stood, "What are you trying to do? Attract the entire state to the school?"

"Sorry, I didn't know it would be that loud," The shorter boy replied. Marcy shifted, hoping to get a better look at the other Beta but the human carried on excitedly, distracting her before she got the chance.

"Yeah it was loud," He agreed then sang, "and it was awesome!"

Without missing a beat, Derek instructed, "shut up."

"Don't be such a sourwolf," the skinny human shot back.

Scott took a step toward the car, "what'd you do with him?"

Marcy stiffened at that. With who? She sniffed the frigid air idly, but beyond the three males across the yard, there was nothing to be found.

Confusion laced her Alpha's nephew as he turned to the car, "What? I didn't do anything."

Peter seemed to appear out of thin air, his form hulking and feral in the moonlight as he slashed through the younger man with thick claws. Marcy felt a strangled cry rise in her throat, but she quickly silenced it. The two boys went racing into the school before Derek even fell from the Alpha's clutches and the woman felt a pang of pity as he was thrown away like trash by his own uncle. She winced as he hit the wall, only a few yards away from her.

Peter let out a howl. A shudder coursed down her spine and she watched as he began prowling around the windows looking for an entry.

Marcy frowned, a realization dawning on her as she made her way forward. Her bare feet were cold, but she could barely feel them on the frosted grass as she approached him. His wolf form was daunting, imposing and even frightening to her so soon after seeing him attack Derek, his own flesh and blood, and the Beta repressed the urge to swallow as she asked, "You're going to make him kill that boy aren't you? His friend?"

Peter only huffed in reply. He brushed past her, a full head taller than the petite brunette even on all fours. When he sensed her fear, he nuzzled against her back. Fingers brushed down his side before he went over to a rather gaudy blue Jeep.

She frowned absently and quickly went about checking for escape routes in the school. She shoved a dumpster in front of one and made her way back around to the front of the school. Arching a brow, she saw that Peter had propped the front door open and vaguely wondered what his plan was.

Marcy's gaze slipped over the desolate school grounds to where Derek lay. The young man was in a crumpled heap, face down on the white tipped grass. She approached him cautiously. In the mutilated state he was in, he was hardly a threat to her. His heart beat was non-existent; his hazel eyes dead as they stared blankly outward. Marcy stared at him a long moment before she crouched down. Her knee dug into the frozen ground beside his limp form and with careful but strong hands, the woman turned him over. Two fingers flicked over his eyes, closing them. This was more for her benefit than his, should he regain consciousness the last thing she needed was an angry Omega griping at her about why she was at a high school. With a sigh, she wiped some of the blood from his mouth.

The piercing sound of met her sensitive ears and she scowled as Peter began to peel the hood of the Jeep apart as if it was a present to be unwrapped. It was quickly followed by the sound of shattering glass and startled cries from inside the school, and with a huff, Marcy leaned down.

She pressed her ear against Derek's chest. His heart beat was erratic and dim, but he was alive.

Leaning back on her hunches, she wrinkled her nose at the feeling of her packmate's blood on her cheek. Exhaustion ate away at her bones, making them stiff and heavy as she watched Peter enter the school.

Stomach twisted in knots, Marcy let out a sigh. The boys' footsteps echoed out of the open door, frantic and scared as they raced down the hallways. For the first time since that first morning, when she woke up drenched in deer blood and with her thighs caked with cum, she felt sick. It was one thing to go after murderers, after grown men; it was another to hunt down a couple artless high schoolers. Her blue eyes fell to Derek and Marcy frowned.

If he would attack his own nephew…

As if reading her thoughts, the man twitched. The woman stepped back from him. Swallowing, she looked from his prone body to the school. With a sneer, she decided Peter could handle this himself. She didn't want any part of it.

A/N: Thanks for all the reviews I got on the last chapter...I say there's probably between five and ten chapters left of this fic.