A/N: Hello, my loves! :) Not much to say but this is an early update because of the Blood Moon last night/early this morning. Please tell me I'm not the only one that thought of Teen Wolf Season 4, Episode 1 when it was announced. xoxo The thing was, it was way too early for me to get up and too late for me to stay up because I had class. *sigh* :( Did anyone see it? Tweet/Tumblr me pics! :D


WEDNESDAY
AUGUST 29, 2011

I sighed before taking a sip of my water bottle. I needed to be fully hydrated before we ran for the first practice of the season.

My hair was tied up in a high ponytail, and I was dressed comfortably in a pair of running shorts, a tank top, with a sports bra underneath. We were going to start of light – only three miles, and since we weren't timed, it was just used so we were able to pace ourselves correctly without dying.

I moved to recycle my empty water bottle, when the wind picked up, and a familiar scent of sandalwood fill my nostrils, along with the unique scent that filled me with a sense of warmth and protectiveness.

I smiled brightly, walking towards the direction of the scent.

JENNIFER BLAKE

I sighed heavily, closing the door shut. Whoever was following me better not be one of the Alphas.

I whirled around, and screamed when I saw the figure, my heart racing. I grabbed a nearby stick, playing the role of the scared, defenseless human. "What do you want?" I demanded in the best shaky voice I could muster. "You gonna threaten me? Tell me that no one's gonna believe me? Try to scare me? Kill me?"

There was no way this werewolf was going to kill me. And I'd hate to kill him, since he was just so handsome.

I mustered the best innocent face I could and he stepped forward before saying, "I was gonna see if you were okay."

"Physically or emotionally?" I asked. Then I started to stammer like I've seen those human girls do when they were nervous, "Although, I guess that presupposes I was emotionally okay before any of this, and according to my therapist," I sighed shakily, "i – it's been debatable for a long time."

He smirked briefly before he took the stick from me, saying, "I think you're gonna be okay."

I looked at him, admiring the way his dark shirt clung to the firm muscles I knew he had. I'd had a glimpse of them when he helped me up the other day.

"Obviously, you've never taught high school," I quipped. Ugh. So disgusting. "In twenty minutes, I have to start two dozen teenagers on The Crucible, and I honestly have no idea what I'm gonna say."

"Well, why don't you start by telling them that it's an allegory for McCarthyism?" he suggested simply.

"… Is that a subtle way of suggesting that I shouldn't say anything? Because I won't," I said. He made a step towards me and I backed away. He handed me back my stick and opened the door.

"Who are you?" I asked before he could leave fully.

He looked back at me and replied simply, "I'm Derek." He moved to continue walking.

"Jennifer!" I exclaimed eagerly. It would be fantastic to have him on my side – especially since he handled those two rabid werewolves the other night. Judging by his fast healing I had seen, he was definitely an Alpha. Plus, he had a cute butt.

He paused briefly, and I moved to ask him out, but was cut off by a bell-like voice exclaiming happily, "Derek!"

I watched as Derek stepped out of the room fully, just in time to catch a body launching right towards him. I resisted the urge to break the stick as the body pulled back to reveal that Stilinski girl from my one of my English classes.

According to her student files, she was a perfect 4.0 student, captain of the cross country team, and medic of the lacrosse team. Well-liked and well-known. But for strange reason, she didn't hang out with anyone other than her brother and that Scott McCall... and occasionally Allison Argent and Lydia Martin.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, beaming up at him as her thin yet toned arms circled around Derek's waist.

His arms circled around her upper back, and I realized they were in a relationship. I wonder if she knew of his supernatural abilities. Something struck to me that she did – her brother didn't go insane and screamed like the rest of the class did when those birds flew into the classroom that first day.

Yeah, he was shocked, but not overly panicking, but rather – assessing the situation.

I'd have to look into her more. She's not fully human... I can feel it.

"I was just checking on your teacher," Derek responded, nodding his head in my direction. Sindy peered into the classroom and saw me, nodding a greeting towards me before turning to look up at the man.

I watched as his eyes scanned her, taking in her thin robin egg blue tank top and short, black running shorts, causing her cheeks to grow a light pink.

So he liked the innocent type, huh? Well, I'll play the part to a T, and then… then he'll be putty in my hands.

SINDY STILINSKI

I blushed under Derek's gaze as he took in my clothing. "You're going to run in that?" he asked.

"It covers just as much as the cross country uniform does when we compete," I replied, wrinkling my nose. Man, it was kind of itchy. I rubbed it with the back of my finger. "How's Cora?" She and Boyd had awaken yesterday, and I drove Boyd home while letting Derek catch up with his sister.

"She's fine," Derek nodded. "Stubborn, too." I could see the slight annoyance in his eyes. "She should be taking it easy."

"Sounds like someone I know~" I teased, grinning up at him.

He quirked an eyebrow and looked at me with a, "You should be talking" look on his face. My nose twitched again, but this time, I felt a wave of malice. Derek tensed, too, feeling it.

My eyes darted to where it was, but I only saw Miss Blake standing there, looking at me with a surprised expression.

"Is – is this the boyfriend you were telling me about?" she asked, cocking her head to the side. It didn't escape my notice the way her eyes flashed with lust before blinking and going innocent.

I pursed my lips, not having a good feeling around her.

"You were telling your teacher about me?" Derek asked, making me turn to him.

I rolled my eyes and said, "She caught you driving away with my car and was going to report you for ditching school. I had to say that you weren't a student and it just slipped that I said you were my boyfriend."

Derek nodded quietly, before I noticed the clock on the wall. "Agh," I groaned. "I need to head to the locker room to talk to Scott. He said he needed to tell me something." I gave him a look that said I'd share with him later if it involved the Alphas, and Derek gave a small hum of confirmation, understanding what I was saying.

He grabbed my hand and I gave a quick wave to Miss Blake before he walked me to the boys' locker room.

The walk was all too short, and when I looked up at him, he bent down, kissing me softly. "Stay safe," he said, and I knew he had sensed the twins inside.

I nodded, smiling up at him before entering the locker room, once again unfazed by the changing boys. It's not like they were fully naked or anything.

"About time," Stiles sighed. "What kept you? You just said you were gonna take some air."

"I ran into Derek," I replied, and I watched as my brother's face scrunch up. "No. We just talked for a little bit and he walked me here. God, you make it sound like I have to have sex with him on every surface possible with him."

"Um, first, ew," Stiles scrunched up his nose in disgust. "And second, I still haven't gotten over the trauma from this summer, okay? Put a sock on the doorknob or something next time."

"I'm not gonna do that!" I exclaimed. "Why don't you knock next time?"

"Um... guys," Scott piped in, and I could see how awkward he looked. Then I remembered his reaction to see me having sex with Derek and I shuffled. It was just a regular, straight, teenaged guy's reaction, but it was still weird. "I need to tell you guys something, remember?"

"Go for it," Stiles waved.

"Okay, so I was working at the animal clinic yesterday, and this guy, Kyle, showed up. He's a senior here and his dog swallowed some mistletoe, so we had to make it puke up what it ate."

At the mention of induced vomiting, I said, "That's a lovely story and all, but... is there a point?"

Scott rolled his eyes at me, making me send him a defiant look, before he continued, "So Kyle and Bullet – that's the dog's name – left, but then a few minutes later, I heard some barking and ran out to just to see Bullet running towards me. The dude was just gone. I looked everywhere. It's like he just walked away. Left his car, his dog."

"Okay," Stiles nodded, putting on a think jacket. "Was he – like, could he have been a virgin, maybe?" Stiles pushed. "Did he look like a virgin? Was he – you know – virginal?"

I gave my best "what the fuck?" face to my brother I could muster, but his expression was dead serious as he looked at our best friend.

"No, definitely not," Scott said. "Deaton makes me have sex with all of his clients. It's a new policy." I stifled a laugh as I grabbed my own thin jacket from Scott's locker. It was always easier to keep my things in their lockers since I was in here more than the girls' anyway.

Stiles's face deadpanned while Scott chuckled, but then seeing my brother deadly serious, we exchanged looks before sighing heavily.

"No," Scott admitted. "I don't know if he was a virgin. And why are you talking like he's already dead? He's just missing."

"Missing and presumed dead because he's probably a virgin, Scott, Sindy. And you know who else is a virgin? Me. I'm a virgin, okay?" my brother ranted. "And you know what that means? It means that my lack of sexual experience is now literally a threat to my life. Okay, I need to have sex, like, right now. Someone needs to have sex with me, like, today. Like, someone needs to sex me right now!"

Stiles slammed his locker shut and Danny turned to us, saying, "All right, I'll do it."

Stiles let out a scream, whirling around to see the lacrosse goalie. Seeing it was just Danny, he straightened up and asked, "… What?"

I placed a fist over my mouth to keep me from bursting out laughing. I could see the mischievous twinkle in Danny's eyes as he looked at be briefly before turning to my brother, "Come to my place at nine. Plan to stay the night. I like to cuddle."

"Oh–" Stiles turned to look at Scott and I before turning back to Danny. Wow. I questioned my company when the two didn't get it at all. "That was so sweet," Stiles said, flattered. "Are you kidding?"

"Yes, I'm kidding," Danny sighed, and I let out a bark of laughter. He gave me an eye roll as he passed me and I gave him a small high five.

"Okay, you know, you don't toy with a guy's emotions like that, Danny," Stiles scolded after the retreating back of the boy. "It's not attractive, all right?"

"Mr. Lahey!" Coach exclaimed and I glanced up to see the Beta entering. "Happy to have you back. Not happy that you're late."

"Sorry, coach."

"I'll remind you all, cross-country is not optional for lacrosse players. I don't need you turning into a bunch of fat asses in the off-season," Coach said, and I turned to Isaac and Danny, who had their shirts off. Really, Coach? Look at how ripped they are. Coach apparently noticed as well and cleared his throat, "So work on that."

We all gathered with the rest of the team and walked to the dirt trail. I could feel the twins right behind me and glanced over my shoulder to look at them. I glared at them warningly and they smirked, eyes flashing red briefly before walking past me, not even touching me.

They walked over to where Isaac was tying his shoelaces. I could feel their cockiness rolling off in waves and moved to warn Isaac, when the whistle sounded.

I snarled gently under my breath – having to take off to lead the entire team. I used my hearing to listen and felt a brush of wind pass by me. The twins quickly overtook me, and I scowled before hearing rapid footsteps behind me.

Isaac blew past me and I cried out, "Isaac, wait!" but it fell to deaf ears as the curly haired boy chased the Alphas. I let out a huff and sped up, hoping to God nothing too bad was going to happen.

I couldn't speed up too much, seeing as others had picked up the speed upon seeing me run off. I turned around the corner first and then tapped into my supernatural speed, kicking off to find the twins and Isaac.

I heard breathing right behind me and knew Scott was right there.

"Ethan, I always forget, how many homes in the human body?" I heard Aiden ask as I got closer. The two were holding Isaac back, and the twins smirked.

"I don't know," Ethan responded. "Let's count."

Immediately, Scott and I launched towards the twins. I punched Aiden in the face while Scott did the same to Ethan.

I flexed my fist as Scott and I responded, "That's one."

The two Alphas got up quickly and growled at us, roaring at us threateningly as they partially transformed.

I roared right back at them, stepping forward to make sure Scott and Isaac were a little bit behind me. I was the Alpha here.

"AAAAAAHHHHHHH!" I heard an ear-piercing screech.

My eyes widened – along with the other four werewolves, and I pivoted my heels. Stiles. I could smell Stiles in that direction.

As I got closer and closer. I could smell it. I could sense it – and it sent a bone-chilling shiver down my spine. The scent of blood. And lots of it.

I skidded to a stop next to Stiles, quickly scanning him for injuries. Upon seeing there were none, I turned to look at what everyone was staring at in shock.

"It's him, isn't it?" Stiles asked Scott. Scott was silent, but it was all the confirmation we needed.

A few minutes later, Dad came rushing, yelling, "Get out of the way. Get back. Get this area cordoned off before they trample every piece of evidence."

Deputy Tara spread her arms and ordered, "Back up! Everyone back!"

"Get these kids out of here!" It was an absolute mess. My nose was stinging from the metallic scent, and if I never smelled blood again – it'd be too soon.

I clenched my fists tightly. This was only the beginning, too.

Stiles rushed to Dad, hoping to explain that it was the same pattern. I could hear Coach trying to clear the area, and normally, I'd laugh at the dumb excuse, but someone was dead here – and I realized we couldn't do anything to stop it.

This was the fourth murder.

I spotted movement from the corner of my eye, seeing Ethan and Aiden exchanged confused, but knowing looks. I narrowed my eyes and walked off, with Scott, Stiles, and Isaac right behind me.

"You see the way the twins looked at him?" Isaac asked.

"Yeah, you mean like they had no idea what happened?" Stiles suggested.

"No," Isaac shook his head. "No, they knew."

"They knew but didn't at the same time," I cut in. "They didn't do it… but I have a feeling they know who or what is behind it.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" Stiles asked, looking at me, confused. "The kid was strangled with a garrote, all right? Am I the only one recognizing the lack of werewolf-itude in these murders?"

Isaac butt in, "Oh, you think it's a coincidence they turn up and then people start dying?!"

"Well, no, but I still don't think it's them," Stiles piped in.

I stopped walking and thought deeply. The Alphas showed up four months ago, though. Right after the mess with Jackson. Why wait four months? There wasn't any special ritual or anything going on.

"-dy!" I heard. "Sindy!" A hand snapped in front of me and I turned to the owner, seeing Stiles's face look at me. "Wanna share what's going on that brain of yours?"

"The Alphas showed up four months ago," I replied. "I don't think it's them, but they definitely know something. The way Ethan and Aiden looked… they knew who was behind it. They're not the only threat that arrived here."

"What are you saying? Is this gonna be the whole 'the enemy of my enemy is my friend' thing? Because I don't think whoever's killing them is our friend," Stiles stressed the last word.

"That's not what I'm saying," I said. I drew a triangle with my feet in the pile of dead leaves and dirt. "There's three parties. Us, the Alphas, and whoever's doing the killings. There's the Alphas versus us. And there's whoever's killing versus the Alphas. It's only a matter of time before we encounter whoever this serial killer is. We're fighting a war on two fronts."

Isaac and Stiles were quiet for a second, before reluctantly nodding, agreeing with my theory, though… I seriously hoped it wasn't right. We have a pack of Alphas on our asses. Could we really fight who was doing these cold-blooded murders as well?

"Scott?" I turned to him. "Your thoughts?"

"I don't know yet," Scott admitted.

Stiles looked at our best friend blankly. "You don't know yet," he repeated dully.

"Well, he's got a point," Scott pointed to Isaac. "Seriously, dude, human sacrifices?" He looked at Stiles in disbelief.

"Scott, your eyes turn into yellow glow sticks, okay? Hair literally grows from your cheeks and then will immediately disappear, and if I were to stab you right now, it would just magically heal, but you're telling me that you're having trouble grasping human sacrifices?"

Scott looked pointedly at Isaac. "That's a good point, too."

What was the whole point of them asking for my opinion when they're just arguing about whether Stiles or Isaac was right? I mentally sighed in my head. I wouldn't be surprised if they whipped out rulers to measure the size of their dicks – though… I really don't want that visual.

My face soured briefly before Isaac interjected, "I don't care. They killed that kid, they killed the girl that saved me." He turned away, declaring, "And I'm gonna kill them, too," before storming away.

We all walked back to school, and I got changed into a pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. I walked to my first class of the day – French, which wasn't all too exciting.

I still couldn't understand why Ms. Morrell was there that now. I also couldn't comprehend just why she was working with the Alphas.

I sat quietly in the back, and just before the bell rang, Allison slipped into the seat behind me, as it was the only seat left. I quietly sat there, remembering a conversation I had on Sunday with Isaac, following the day after Boyd and Cora's wild rampage.

SUNDAY
AUGUST 19, 2011

My finger moved off Patch's scar and the connection broke. It took me a moment to reorient myself, so I wasn't ready for Patch, who wrestled me into the bed in an instant. He pinned my wrists above my head.
"You weren't supposed to do that." There was controlled anger in his face, dark and simmering. "What did you see?"
I got my knee up and clipped him in the ribs. "Get – off – me!"
He slid onto my hips, straddling them, eliminating the use of my legs. With my arms still stretched above my head, I couldn't do more than squirm under his weight.
"Get – off – me – or – I'll – scream!"
"You're already screaming. And it isn't going to cause a stir in this place. It's more of a whorehouse than a motel." He gave a hard smile that was all lethality around the edges. "Last chance, Nora. What did you see?"
I was fighting back tears. My whole body hummed with an emotion so foreign I couldn't even name it.
"You make me sick!" I said. "Who are you? Who are you really?"
His mouth turned even more grim. "We're getting closer."
"You want to kill me!"
Patch's face gave away nothing, but his eyes grew cold.
"The Jeep didn't really die tonight, did it?" I said. "You lied. You brought me here so you could kill me. That's what Dabria said you want to do. Well, what are you waiting for?" I didn't have a clue where I was going with this, and I didn't care. I was spitting words in an attempt to keep my horror at bay.
"You've been trying to kill me all along. Right from the start. Are you going to kill me now?" I stared at him, hard and unblinking, trying to keep tears from spilling as I remembered the fateful day he'd walked into my life.
"It's tempting."
I twisted beneath him. I tried to roll to my right, then to my left. I finally figured out I was wasting a lot of energy and stopped. Patch settled his eyes on me. They were blacker than I'd ever seen them.

The sound of footsteps pulled me from my book, and I glanced up to see Isaac standing at my doorway a bit awkwardly. "Stiles let me in before leaving," he informed.

I smiled, slipping a bookmark in my book before closing it, placing it on my nightstand. "C'mon in," I invited, sitting up. I patted the foot of my bed, and Isaac sat down on it a bit hesitatingly. I furrowed my brows, confused. "Not that I'm not happy to see you, but… this is the first time you're here."

"I know," Isaac said, a line forming with his lips. "I…" he sighed heavily. "I have something to say, about two nights ago."

I arched a brow, pulling my knees to my chest as I focused on the boy. He was a bit hesitant, but when I reached out, placing a hand on his arm, he visibly relaxed under my touch. I smiled softly and said, "You can tell me anything, Isaac."

"After you chased Boyd and Cora off the roof, I was following them, but I was losing them – fast," Isaac admitted. I nodded, not understanding what he was really saying, but I was hoping he'd elaborate.

Isaac didn't disappoint me, and told me, "Just before I could lose them, though, there was this bright light. And then another. And then another. I looked up to see Allison shooting arrows at Boyd and Cora, directing them towards the school."

"You mean Allison helped us out that night?" I asked, an image of Scott's ex-girlfriend popping into my head.

Isaac nodded. "Yeah. It was because of her I was able to get them locked up inside the school."

"And what'd Allison say?"

"She didn't say anything," Isaac told me. "She looked at me, her eyes widened, and she ran off. Do you… Do you think we can trust her?"

I sighed softly, running my hand through my locks. "I don't know," I admitted. "Chris really helped us out that night, but I wouldn't count on him to be my tag-team partner." I pursed my lips and said, "What she did to Derek… to Scott… to Boyd… to Erica… to you… I – I can never forget that. You guys mean everything to me."

I reached out, stroking his cheek like I was cradling my child, and to an extent – Isaac was just like that. He leaned into my gentle touch, looking at me with the eyes of a lost, forlorn child who could barely remember what parental love was.

"You guys are my family," I declared. "And I'll always protect you and be by your side."

Isaac gave me a wry smile and said, "I'd have you as my tag-team partner."

I gave a small laugh and removed my hand from his face. "Did you tell Derek or Scott?"

"No," Isaac admitted, shaking his head. "I thought it was best to keep it to myself, but… I needed someone's opinion, and I knew you would give me one."

"Scott or Derek would've given one just fine, as well," I remarked.

"Scott would've immediately said to trust Allison," Isaac said. "And Derek would say not to. You… Despite your feelings, you would do what's right, wouldn't you? That's why you stood against us killing Lydia last year."

"I wouldn't say that," I frowned, stretching my legs behind Isaac's back. I placed my hands on my knees and said, "I make my decisions based on what's best for the people I love. I love you guys and I love Stiles, but when it comes down to it, Stiles can't protect himself from werewolves with super-strength and sharp teeth and claws. I knew you guys would be able to handle yourselves, but if Stiles was caught in the crossfire, he wouldn't have the ability to heal like we would."

The thought of my brother suffering was just sickening and left a horrible pit in my stomach.

"So I chose Stiles over you guys," I said, "because I'd never hurt you enough to kill or permanently damage you and you would hopefully do the same." I knew they wouldn't hurt me if they could prevent it, but chose not to say it. "But in this fight? There's no choice to make. The only option is with you guys."

"Hey, Sindy?"

"Hm?"

"You know, you'd make a great mom someday. So, thanks… Mom." I couldn't keep the smile off my face and neither could Isaac.

WEDNESDAY
AUGUST 29, 2011

I repeated after Ms. Morrell dully, pondering if I should give Allison another chance. She did help my pack out and seemed full of redemption. I clenched my jaw as Ms. Morrell walked down the aisle, and I decided I'd give Allison another shot.

Ms. Morrell stopped beside me, but only because she was talking to Allison. "Mademoiselle?" she asked in French. "Mademoiselle Argent?" I heard Allison sit up. "Es-tu fatiguée?"

"Sorry," Allison apologized, just before the bell rang. Ms. Morell stepped aside for me to leave after I gathered my books, and I walked out the door. However, instead of walking to my next class, I decided to listen in on what Ms. Morrell had to say.

"You're starting to concern me, Allison," she said. "Maybe we should chat in the guidance office sometime."

"Or maybe you should tell me what you were doing at the bank the other night," Allison quipped.

"Maybe you should tell me what you were doing there. Looks like we have a situation here. Tell you what: give me the French word for it that's the same in English and you can avoid lunchtime detention."

"Um…"

"Impasse."

I furrowed my brows. Not a passing? A stalemate? What does she mean by that?

"Sindy?" a voice asked, and I looked up to see Scott standing there, looking down at me. "What are you doing? Last time I checked, you kind of had to walk to class." He threw me a smirk and I rolled my eyes.

"Just for that," I said, shoving my books into Scott's chest. "You're carrying my books," I informed him. I began to walk away, and I heard Scott lightly speed-walk to catch up to me. "I was listening to what Ms. Morrell had to say to Allison," I informed him.

"She was there at the bank the other night," Scott realized.

I nodded. "I was hoping I could hear something about why, but all I got was a word."

"What word?" Scott questioned, looking down at me.

"Impasse," I repeated, causing the brunet's eyebrows to furrow, confused. "It literally means 'not a passing.' Basically a stalemate."

"Why would she say that?"

"I've no idea," I replied truthfully, entering Harris's class. "Maybe I'm just overthinking it…" I sighed heavily, sitting down in a desk. "But there's just so many things missing…" I bit my lower lip, brows furrowing as I clasped my hands together to bring them over my lips. My leg began to vibrate as I shook it up and down against the stool I sat on, anxiety climbing through every nerve I had.

"Hey," Scott said gently, placing a hand over my closed ones, and he gently placed it down on the lab table. Slowly, my vibrating stopped and I looked up at Scott. "We'll figure it out," Scott reassured me.

I don't know why, but I was feeling highly anxious and high-strung today. I couldn't stop the unsettling feeling that crawled into the pit of my stomach either as I thought about Derek.

Something was very, very, very, very wrong. I clenched my hands into tight fists, but Scott gently pried my hands away.

"I don't know what's going on," I whispered softly. "I can't shake this feeling I have. It's so nerve-wracking and I feel like my head's about to explode, my stomach's swallowed by a black hole, and puke all at once."

Scott looked at me with a troubled face and I vaguely noted Allison walking in. She glanced and saw Scott focusing on me and turned away quickly. A few seconds later, Stiles and Isaac walked in.

Stiles took one look at me, and dashed over, most likely seeing my troubled face.

"Hey," he said, looking at me. He turned to Scott and asked, "What's going on?"

"I – I – I don't know," Scott responded, squeezing my hand while Stiles held my other. "She's been feeling like this since I met up with her in front of her French class."

"You okay?" Isaac looked at me with concern.

My face soured as my gut clenched like someone just struck a giant metal pole through me. It was a horrible feeling but I couldn't shake it.

"Everyone, take your seats," Mr. Harris instructed.

Stiles and Isaac looked reluctant too, but I said quietly, "I – I'll be fine. Just… sit down. If I feel worse, I promise I'll try to go home, okay?"

Isaac pushed, "You think it has something to do with the twins?" A soft growl erupted from his chest and I could see specks of gold in his eyes.

"Isaac," I said firmly, and I saw the color fading away. "I'll be fine," I said, looking at all three wary faces. "Really. Trust me."

Stiles and Scott released my hands and they sighed, defeated. Scott leaned forward in his seat and situated himself at his side of the desk a bit more before Isaac sat down.

"They're here for a reason," Scott tried to soothe Isaac, who was absolutely tense. "Give me a chance to figure it out before you do anything. Okay?" When he received no response, he pushed, "Isaac?"

I felt a presence outside the classroom and tensed. Isaac did, too because he abruptly sat up, "Mr. Harris, can I use the bathroom, please?" The boy was excused and Scott stood up nervously.

"I have to go to the bathroom, too," he declared.

"One at a time," Mr. Harris pointed out.

"But I really have to go," Scott pushed. "Like, medical emergency have to go."

"Mr. McCall, if your bladder suddenly exploded and urine began to pour from every orifice, I would still respond, 'One at a time,'" Mr. Harris quipped. Even his sarcastic remarks did nothing to me. I was seconds away from puking blood.

I tensed as I heard a grunt and then a soft thud. Then I heard a crash and then a heavy thud before I stood up quickly, seeing Mr. Harris's attention get caught.

"What is this?" Mr. Harris demanded. "What's going on?"

Danny rushed over to Ethan and asked, "You all right?"

"Uh…" Ethan groaned, all bloodied up. "He just – he just came at me."

"Isaac, what the hell did you do?" Mr. Harris demanded. I snarled under my breath, and I could see Ethan's triumphant look on his face.

Isaac was assigned detention, and we waited not-so-patiently for the bell to ring. When it did, Stiles and Isaac hopped onto their feet, immediately standing over me.

I looked up at them and said, "I said I felt bad, not that I'm helpless." I gathered my books and stood up. "Okay, so remember how I said there's three parties now?"

The three boys nodded.

"I think it's best if we split up and deal with them separately," I bit my lip. "We have to handle the sacrifices and the Alphas. And…" I rubbed my abdomen gently, still unable to shake the feeling. "Right now, I'm doing all I can to knock kick the twins' asses."

"I'll handle the sacrifices," Stiles jumped in. "I have some lead… I'll try to follow it and then tell you guys what's up. You guys handle the twins."

"Be careful, Stiles," I warned.

"I should be telling you that," Stiles quipped. He leaned down, kissing me on the cheek before all but running out of the room.

With that, Scott, Isaac, and I left the room. Isaac was still fuming from his encounter with the Alpha twins.

"Don't let it bother you," Scott advised as we turned the corner. "It's just lunchtime detention. If all they want right now is to piss you off, then don't give in. They're just trying to get to you."

"It's not just me," Isaac quipped as he opened his locker. I followed his gaze and saw he was looking around the hallway… right where Aiden was flirting with Lydia.

I could hear their conversation, and scowled. Now they were bringing in Lydia? I could hear Lydia quietly accept Aiden's offer before strutting away.

Aiden looked away from Lydia's retreating figure, giving us a smirk. I scowled and said curtly, "I'm going to my locker."

I pivoted my heel, and walked off, the heels of my boots clacking against the tiled floor.

It didn't take me long to reach my locker, and I spun my combination before all but throwing my locker door open.

"Wow, someone's got a temper," I heard a voice drawl. I scowled, turned to look at the irritating face of Ethan.

"Oh, I'll show you a temper," I threatened, slamming my locker shut. I pointed a finger at his chest and said, "If you harm one hair on anyone in my pack, you'll be answering to me."

A dark chuckle flowed behind me and I turned to see Aiden swaggering towards us. "Spoken like a true Alpha Female," Aiden drawled. "You're way better than Kali. Why don't you join us instead?" He played with the strands of my brown locks and I slapped his hand away. "Feisty," he commented casually.

I reigned in my anger and took deep, heavy breaths, clenching and unclenching my fists. I shoved the twins away and warned them, "You fucking touch any of them and I can assure you that you'll see just what an Alpha Female can do."

I stormed off, walking down the hallways, determined to get away from them before I moved to beat them both to a pulp.

On my way, I walked past Stiles, and grabbed his arm. "Whoa!" I exclaimed, spinning him so I could look at him. "What happened to your face?" I demanded, pulling him down by the collar to get a better look at his swelling cheek.

"I was… kind of insensitive towards Kyle's girlfriend and asked if her if Kyle was a virgin or not," Stiles mumbled.

"Oh, Stiles," I said, placing a hand gently on his cheek. I angled us so the back of my hand was facing the lockers, and I breathed slowly. I watched as the veins on my arms grew black, as I took away his pain.

When I pulled my hand away, Stiles rubbed his cheek gently. "You didn't have to do that."

I leaned up, kissing Stiles's uninjured cheek. "I don't like seeing you in pain. Remember, be careful Stiles. The second you feel like you're in danger, you call me."

"I know, I know," Stiles nodded. He leaned down, kissing my cheek, before darting off to who-knows-where. My brother could never sit still.

I smiled softly for the first time in what felt like hours (and it probably was… I vaguely remembered only smiling in the locker room just before our run).

However, it was wiped off when a sick feeling washed over me, and I could feel it: terror, despair, helplessness.

"Isaac," I whispered, remembering this feeling and darted off, trying to find him. I almost crashed into Scott in the hallway as I rounded a corner and we flew up the stairs, tracking down Isaac.

I followed the despair – coupled with Allison's cries – to a room that was covered by a vending machine. I growled and grabbed the machine, tossing it aside while Scott stormed in the room.

Scott threw Isaac on the ground and I ran inside the closet, helping a shaky Allison up. "Are you okay?" I asked. Allison nodded and I helped the taller girl stand up.

We walked out of the room and I let Scott take my place as I dropped to my knees, sliding over to a shaky Isaac, who was apologizing profusely.

"Isaac," I said softly, and he backed away into the wall, still mumbling apologies. I had to admit, it hurt to see him back away from my comforting. "Isaac," I said again, pushing his hands away and cradled his face. "Isaac, look at me," I instructed, and I saw his blue eyes look up at me, framed by his long lashes. "Isaac, it wasn't your fault. It's not your fault."

"I guess now we know they want to do more than get you angry," Scott said quietly, and Isaac leaned into my touch. I cradled him softly. While he had stopped talking, I could still feel him shaking. I shushed him soothingly, running my hands through his sweaty, curly locks. "They want to get someone hurt."

Isaac turned to look up at Scott and asked, "So are we gonna do something?"

"Yeah," Scott nodded. "I'm gonna get them angry. Really angry."

We ditched our second to last class of the day in order to get the plan in motion. Thankfully, I knew a little thing or two about bikes, and so did Allison, so we worked together. She would hot wire one of the bikes while I took apart the other.

Once I was done dismantling one of the bikes, I handed the parts to Scott, who shoved them into his backpack. "C'mon," he said, grabbing my hand. "Let's get to class." He threw me a mischievous smirk, making me will a small smile to appear and we took off before we were late.

Scott and I arrived just in time. Miss Blake threw us an exasperated look and waited for us to take our seats. Just before we sat down, Scott gave me a thumbs up before we broke away.

I made sure to sit down on Aiden's side while Scott sat down next to Ethan. Scott slowly began to pull out the gears I had dismantled and he commented casually, "That looks kind of important." He held up another and replied, "I have no idea what this thing does."

I could see Aiden seething, and then the sound of a motor revving made me smirk. Aiden tossed me a dirty look before standing up, darting out of the class, despite his brother's protests.

The revving got louder and louder and I darted out of the room, with the rest of the class following me. I skidded to a stop just in time to have Isaac walk towards me. I extended a hand and he slapped it while Aiden glared angrily at us as students began to pour into the hallway.

"You have got to be kidding me," Jennifer exclaimed. "You realize this is gonna result in a suspension." I didn't bother hiding my laugh and held my hands up. Isaac and Scott slapped it before I extended it towards Allison.

She looked at my hand in shock and I gave her a small smile. She gently slapped it and I crossed my arms.

Later on, Scott, Isaac and I were walking. The boys were laughing about the twins' pissed off faces, but I still had that heavy gut feeling. It had stopped feeling like there was something lodged in between, but… it still felt… not right.

"They looked seriously pissed?" Isaac laughed.

"Yeah," Scott nodded in agreement as we turned down the hallway. I paused in my steps to see the twins standing there. "… Kind of like that."

I watched as they stripped off their shirts and my eyes widened, seeing them fuse together. Isaac threw his bag down on the ground and he rolled up his sleeves. "We can take him," he declared.

Suddenly, I realized I was way in over my head by threatening them both and Scott and I exchanged looks. We nodded while Scott yelled, "Are you kidding?! Isaac!"

I darted off with the two right behind me, but when I didn't hear their footsteps, I whirled around. I saw both Isaac and Scott being lifted up by the twins easily, and I snarled, my claws and fangs elongating.

"Let them go," I growled, before charging at them.

The twins, however, simply roared, and I found myself whacked with Isaac's legs. I landed against the lockers with a heavy thud and groaned in pain.

It was then I felt a light tapping sound, and saw a man walking towards the twins. They disconnected, and they stoically stood there before their faces were scratched.

"Who the hell was that?" Isaac asked.

"Deucalion," Scott declared.

I noticed a piece of paper next to me and picked it up quietly. I unfolded it and read the writing on it:

Unless you want your pack to be attacked, meet in the forest in ten minutes.


Did you guys enjoy the Sisaac scene as much as I did? I hope you guys did. :3

Question of the Day: Out of curiosity, who hops onto my Tumblr teaser page after reading the latest chapter? xD I usually post a teaser within the first thirty minutes of updating...


Q&A

RHatch89 asks: (1) How did you react to the news that season 5 of TW was going to be extended to 20 episodes? (2) What are your hopes for season 5?
(1)
I already knew Teen Wolf was going to be 20 episodes. I'm happy it's extended, but at the same time, my OCD (I really do have it) is bothering me because it's not in multiples of 12. (2) I already answered this question. Refer to previous Q&As.

Supernatural Creatures Rock100 asks: (1) Which season of Teen Wolf was boring to you or your least favorite? (2) Will the Void Stiles attack and harm Sindy?
(1) Probably Season 4, but mainly because they could've done so much, but they chose not to. :( (2) SPOILER REQUEST. NO COMMENT.

5secondsofgabs asks: Will Sindy be there to help Scott and Lydia when Allison dies?
I haven't gotten to writing the scene in which Allison dies yet, so... I don't know yet. :3 I'm only at the near end of Season 3a right now. ;)


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