Sorry for this one taking so long to get up. I have had a tone of assignments that were due as well as finals, but I'm all done now! *throws a mini party*

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Guest Commenter #2: Yes, I will tell you guys what Raf's full name is. I was originally thinking of waiting toward the end of Season 3a, but who knows. I may end up telling you guys her name earlier.

Tayy: Aww, Thank you! I'm so glad you like the stories.


Raf's POV:

Derek and I twitched as blonde bitch sent volts of electricity through our body. I caved first, my roar quickly turning in to a scream as I shifted back to human. Derek followed seconds later.

"What are you doing to them? Is that gonna kill them?" Allison asked in a panicked voice. Blondie smiled sadistically at her.

"Oh, come on, kiddo. Don't get all ethical on me now." Blondie finally switched off the electricity. I panted as my body continued to twitch in pain.

"What are they?" Allison asked meekly as she stared at us, a mixture of curiosity and horror on her face.

"Shape-shifter. Lycan. Werewolf." Derek and I glanced at each other. Derek had shifted himself back into his werewolf form, but I was far too tired to do that. Blondie laughed. "Though if we're getting technical, she is not a wolf. She's a bear. I haven't seen a bear in a long time. They're not as common as wolves are. To me, they're just another dumb animal." She turned back on the electricity, causing mine and Derek's werecreature forms to flicker out as we twitched and grunted in pain. She quickly switched it off again.

"Come here." She walked over to Derek, who was still in wolf form and opened up his mouth. "See these right here? These are canines, also known as fangs. Made for the tearing and rending of flesh. Not something you'd find on those cut little leaf-eating herbivores, is it?"

"This is a joke to you?" Allison shook her head at the blonde's sadistically childish behavior.

"Sweetheart, there are werewolves running around the world. Everything's a joke to me." She gave her a sadistic smile. "How else do you think I stay sane?" I gave a weak huff of laughter. "Got something to say? Gonna break the silence you and your boyfriend have been giving me?"

"If this is you sane, dear God, I never wanna see you crazy." I panted out. Blondie let out a snarl of her own as she gave me a hard slap across my face, causing my ears to ring. Derek gave a low growl.

"So, it was them at the high school and all the other animal attacks?" Allison asked quickly, almost like she was trying to gain Blondie's attention again. Blondie flicked off the lights as they began to walk out of the room.

"There's actually four of them." Thank God. They didn't know about Garrett yet. "Another younger one like them called the Beta, and then there's the Alpha. Alpha's the pack leader. Bigger, stronger, nastier. Those are the real ugly mother fuckers." They closed the door. We stayed silent as we listened to see if they were coming back. The room echoed with our panting.

"You ok?" Derek asked. I glanced up at my still shackled hands and then raised an eyebrow as I looked at him.

"Uh, that would be a definite no." Derek rolled his eyes at my sarcasm.

"Your fine. You should stop rising to her bait." Derek sighed. I scoffed, feeling a tiny bit of panic well up in my chest. Why did I have my Tío leave so early?

"How is any of this fine? When we don't give the others up, they're going to kill us! And none of my old sleuth is in hearing distance if I roared!" I yanked on my cuffs furiously, but nothing happened.

"Stop panicking. We'll figure this out." Derek said in a calm voice. I huffed as I slammed back onto the chains. I glanced at Derek.

"And how the hell is your hair still managing to stay perfect? It's infuriating!" I barked, causing Derek to smirk.


Madison's POV:

Patrick and I ran into the clinic, finding Garrett standing worriedly over an unconscious Scott, while a guy stood at the table.

"Garrett?" Patrick stepped forward and turned him around. Garrett's shirt was spattered with blood, but he looked all right besides the bags under his eyes.

"I'm good. He just got shot with some wolfsbane bullets. I wasn't sure where else to take him." Garrett rambled. I grabbed Garrett and gave him a tight hug before I looked down at Scott's unconscious form.

"How long has he been out?" I asked as I went to stand by his head. Patrick moved to the other side of Scott's body.

"Just a few hours." The man said from behind Scott as he continued to look at some x-rays.

"Who are you?" Patrick asked with an edge in his voice. The man turned to glance at Patrick before turning back to the x-rays.

"I'm the vet." Patrick and I looked to Garrett who merely shrugged his shoulders. A few minutes passed before Scott began to stir. He quickly glanced at us before sitting up and jumping off the table. He swayed a little as Garrett grabbed him to make sure he didn't fall.

"Welcome back to the land of the conscious. You doing okay?" The vet went over and stood on Garrett's other side as he looked at Scott in concern. "Maybe you should sit down, huh?" Before Scott could answer, the bells from the front of the store jingled. "Hello?" The vet called. When no one answered, the vet moved to go and check the front. Scott quickly grabbed his arm to stop him. The vet gave him a reassuring pat before heading to the front. "I'm sorry, but we're…we're closed."

"Hi there. I'm here to pick up." A familiar voice spoke up. I gasped as Garrett yanked me into his side, his eyes wide with fear. Patrick looked at us in confusion but came to stand on my other side.

"I'm not sure I remember you dropping off." The vet responded coolly. Scott shared an equally worried glance with Garrett.

"These two wandered in on their own." Scott gestured for us to follow him. We crouched down in the corner behind a table to hide from him.

"Even if they did, I'm afraid I can't help you. We're closed." How was the vet not freaking out about Peter?

"I think you can make an exception this one time. Don't you?" Peter's voice drawled. Patrick caught my eye and I mouth alpha to him. His eyes grew wide and his breathing came in faster. Some where in the back of my mind it registered that Patrick had yet to see Peter. Patrick quickly stood up and walked over to the front of the store, ignoring our whispers not to.

"I'm sorry. That's not going to be possible. Maybe you could come back during regular hours." There was a brief pause as Patrick stood in the doorway to the front of the store. I could practically feel Peter sizing up my brother and internally squealing with joy about what a good beta he would make for him.

"You have something of mine. I'm here to collect it." Peter added a more menacing tone to the end of his voice, causing me to hold on tighter to Garrett.

"Like I said, we're closed." There was a long pause, causing me to grow more anxious. Scott grabbed my hand and gave me a squeeze. It almost felt like the night in the school all over again. Almost.

"Mountain ash. That's an old one." Peter's amused yet pissed off voice reached our ears. The sound of something being thrown against a wall caused all three of us to jump. Patrick took a step back from the doorway.

"Let me be as clear as possible. We. Are. Closed." The vet spoke in a sure and hard voice, obviously not shaken. There was a pause where no one spoke. I looked at Garrett and Scott. Both boys had the look on their face that they get when they use their werewolf hearing. Garrett slowly pulled me closer to him and wrapped his arms around me as he let out a low growl.

"Allison." Scott breathed out in panic. He turned to look at me quickly. "I have to get to Stiles. I need to come up with a plan before school starts." I nodded.

"I'll drive you." Patrick said as he walked over to us and helped me to my feet.


Raf's POV:

"Come on, Derek. He killed your sister." Kate's never ending voice came to my ears. I glanced at Derek, who was breathing deeply. He looked exhausted and in pain, exactly how I felt. "Now, either you're not telling me because, well, you want to kill him yourself, or, for some reason, you're protecting him." The chick really loved the sound of her own voice. She was like a female version of Peter. She laughed as she walked over to Derek and held his face as he put up his drivers license next to it. "Look at that sour face. I bet you always used to get people coming up to you saying, 'Smile, Derek. Why don't you smile more?' Don't you just want to kick those people in the face?" Derek tiredly glared down at Kate.

"I can think of one." Derek answered as he glared at her. This was the first time that Derek had talked to her at all.

"Promise? Cause if I thought you'd be that much fun, I'll let you go." I raised my eyebrows as I tried my best to stay quiet. Jeez this chick was psychotic. "All right, let's see. Nothing, nothing, nothing. God, I hate this detective crap. Aww, look, it's pictures of your girlfriend." I glanced at Derek in surprise. I thought he would have deleted those random selfies that I took considering how he yanked the phone out of my hands and glared at me for a good 15 minutes afterward. Derek looked pointedly at the ceiling and not at me.

"Are you gonna torture me, or are you just gonna talk me to death, huh?" Derek interrupted her search of his phone.

"Oh, sweetie, I don't…I don't wanna torture you." I rolled my eyes at her. Derek eyed her mistrustfully. "I just want to catch up. Remember all the fun we had together." I narrowed my eyes at her as Derek shifted uncomfortably next to me. He gave me quick glance.

"Like the time you burned my family alive?" Derek asked with uncontained malice in his voice. Kate chuckled.

"No, I was thinking more about the hot, crazy sex we had." Kate sauntered up to in front of Derek. My eyebrows shot up to my hairline as Derek glared down at her. A ball of rage pooled in my stomach and I had the urge to rip her throat out, like I had only ever had once before. It clicked in my mind then. Kate had killed his family and had seduced a young and probably happier Derek to do it. She made Derek have to live with this much pain. "But the fire thing, yeah, that was fun, too."

Derek jerked forward, but the chains held him back. I could feel the anger coming off him in waves as he tried to desperately to kill her. Kate merely laughed at Derek as tried to control himself. "I love how much you hate me. Remember how this felt?" Kate leaned down and began licking Derek's abs. Derek growled as his fangs shot out and he attempted to free himself so that he could kill Kate. I felt my own eyes tingle, as they no doubt changed color. I held in my growl, which turned into a ball of fury inside of me. Kate laughed at Derek before she looked at me.

"Green eyes? So you found yourself a killer Derek? Who did you kill?" I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Derek who was watching me curiously as I flexed my jaw. He was no doubt listening to my rapid heartbeat from anger. I continued to glare at Kate, not answering her question. "Hhmm, now you're silent. Guess you don't like to share your boyfriend?" Kate sent me a sadistic smirk. I balled my fist but stayed silent. "Mmm, sweetheart, I really don't want to torture you. Either of you." Kate sighed as the door opened and another man walked in. "But he does."


Fun Fact: Raf is a carbon copy of her mother. (meaning Raf looks exactly like her)