I gripped the wheel of Derek's black Camaro as I was speeding through side streets of Beacon Hills. Scott was beside me in the passenger seat and Stiles was in the back. Kate Argent and another hunter were in a black SUV behind us, thinking that we were Derek. Scott and Stiles keep glancing out the rear windshield.

"Faster?" I ask.

"Much faster," the two boys say in unison.

I step on the gas to speed up. Fingers still tightly wrapped around the steering wheel.

Stiles blurts out from the back seat, "I don't think you're grasping the concept of car chase."

"If I go faster I'll kill us."

Scott then speaks, "If you don't go faster,"

Stiles interrupts, "A lot faster."

Scott continues, "They're going to kill us."

I sigh but step harder on the gas, glancing in the rear view mirror to check how close the other car is.

I turn a corner and Stiles looks behind him once more then says, "They're gone." He looks down at the police scanner in his lap and raises the volume.

"All units, suspect is on foot headed north, last seen on Hancock."

I quickly change direction, making my way towards the area Derek was last seen. I speed the car into an alley, where Derek is trying to get away from Mr. Argent.

The car screeches to a stop. Scott throws the passenger door open and screams at the werewolf, "Get in!" He then climbs into the backseat beside Stiles as Derek pushes off the ground and throws his body into the car.

As soon as he is inside I slam my foot back onto the gas and speed away from Argent.

From the backseat Scott immediately starts scolding Derek, "What part of laying low don't you understand?"

Derek ignores him and lightly hits the door with his fist, "I had him."

"Who? the Alpha?" Stiles sticks his head between the front seats.

"He was right in front of me. And then the police showed up."

"Hey, hey, hey, they're just doing their jobs." Stiles defends.

"Thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the state."

Derek and I simultaneously glare at Scott as he finishes talking. Scott then gets annoyed, "Can we seriously get past that? Yes, I made a dumb ass mistake. I get it."

"I told you it was stupid to blame him, it's why I told Sheriff I never saw him."

Stiles ignores our argument and asks Derek, "How'd you find him?"

The werewolf falls silent at the question. Scott sighs, "Can you try to trust us for half a second?"

"All three of us." Stiles says, once again sticking his head between the seats. Derek glares and Stiles shrinks back allowing Scott to take his place.

Derek takes a breath before answering, "The last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."

"Our chemistry teacher?" Stiles asks as I knit my eyebrows together and frown.

Scott then asks, "Why him?"

"I don't know."

"What's the second?" I prompt.

"Some kind of symbol," Derek then reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. When he opens it I glance over to see a simple photocopy. I hear Scott sigh as I suck in a breath.

Derek glances between us, "What? You know what this is?"

I nodded as my twin answers, "I've seen it. On a necklace."

"Allison's necklace," I whisper as I slow the Camaro.

The next day Scott, Stiles and I arrive at school together. As we make our way through the double doors Scott speaks up, "This is going to be impossible, you know? Why can't you just do it, Scarlett?"

"Because I like seeing you sweat," I smirk.

Stiles interrupts before Scott can start arguing, "Just ask her if you can borrow it."

"How?"

"Simple. You ask. Hey Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's something on it or in it that will lead me to an Alpha werewolf I need to kill in order to get back together with you."

I burst out laughing as Scott glares at us, "You're not helping."

"Just talk to her." I answer when I stop. "It's about time you have a conversation anyway."

"She won't talk to me. And what if she only takes it off when she's like in the shower?"

"That's why you ease your way into it. Get back on her good side. Remind her of the good times. Then you ask for the necklace." Stiles advises his best friend.

There's a pause in conversation as we both turn to look at Scott, who has a dazed look on his face, "You're thinking about here in the shower, aren't you?"

I start shaking my head as Scott says yes. Stiles then snaps in his face, "Stay focused. Get the necklace, get the alpha, get cured, get Allison back."

"In that order." I add on.

Scott nods, "Get the necklace." We then separate as we make our way to class but before I make it to history I spot Lydia down the hall. I quickly make my way over to her and gently pull her into an empty room.

"Why did you kiss Scott?" I ask before she can speak.

She looks slightly taken back, "I never-"

"Don't try that Lyds. You and I both know I'm great at telling when people are lying."

She sighs and her shoulder's slump, "I guess just knowing how well he's been doing in lacrosse and knowing that you were right about him trying to protect us the other night…" She trails off.

"You just couldn't help yourself?" I raise my eyebrow waiting for her to continue.

"I know that sounds horrible, and I'm a total bitch."

"You know I love you and that will never change, but for someone as smart as you, sometimes you're really dumb."

She purses her lips then links her arm with mine as we head out the room. Only separating when I get to my class.

After first period I stopped by my locker then went to find Nate. As I walked towards his locker I spotted Danny, "Hey, Danny." I smiled, "Have you seen Nate?"

"Yeah, he was headed to the stairs about a minute ago." He pointed in the direction he was talking about.

"Thanks," I quickly made my way to where Danny pointed.

As I turned the corner something caught my eye in an empty classroom. I paused for a minute peering in. Inside the class were two people, a boy and a girl. I couldn't make out either of their faces but they were standing very close and had their arms wrapped around each other.

As I took the two teens in, I noticed a red backpack on the table beside them. It was then that I realized who the guy in the room was. I jumped when the warning bell rang, the two teens springing apart and fixing their clothes.

I stumbled away from the door, my fingers wrapped tightly around the strap of my backpack. I abruptly turned and walked away before either person noticed I was there.

I walk into class a minute late and sit beside the last seat available, the one right near Stiles. I mumble a quick apology to the teacher and she continues class.

Stiles leans over noticing my dazed look, "Are you alright?"

I stiffly nod keeping my eyes locked on the notebook in front of me.

As soon as class ends I quickly stand up and head out the door. Stiles chases after me and unfortunately catches up. He grabs my hand yanking me to a stop, "Hey, what's wrong."

"Nothing. Can you please let me go?" I answer emotionlessly.

"Something clearly happened. You look like you're about to cry."

I gulp then shake my arm loose. I run a hand through my hair and take a deep breath, "I don't want to talk about it. At least not right now."

Stiles nodded, face full of concern as I turned and walked away.

I opened my locker and shoved my books inside and quickly slammed the door shut. I headed to the cafeteria but when I see my friends sitting together, I couldn't bring myself to sit with them. So instead I looked for Scott.

The minute I saw Scott I made my way to his table and sat down.

"Why aren't you sitting with your friends?"

"You and Stiles are my friends too."

Scott raised his eyebrows and opened his mouth to speak but before he could, Stiles dropped his tray to the table sitting beside me.

He quickly glanced at me but then turned to Scott, "Did you get her to give you the necklace?"

"Not exactly."

"So no." I deadpan.

At the same time Stiles asks, "What happened?"

"She told me not to talk to her. At all."

"Great job." I roll my eyes, both boys glance at me, clearly wondering why I'm being so bitchy.

Instead of acknowledging me Stiles brings his attention back to Scott, "Did you find anything else?"

"Just that I know nothing about girls and they're totally psychotic."

I glare at Scott as he mumbles, "Sorry."

Stiles sighs, stopping us from an argument he knew was bound to happen, "Okay. I came up with a Plan B in case something like this happened."

"What's Plan B?" Scott asks as his eyes fill with hope.

"Just steal the stupid thing."

Before Scott can react his eyes drift behind us. I turn my head to see what he's staring at to meet the gaze of Jackson.

"He's watching us." Stiles then turns his head to follow our eyes.

"Why is he watching us?" I question, clearly left out of the loop.

"He found out that Scott's a werewolf."

My eyes widen, "What? How?"

"We don't know."

"Just act normal," Scott speaks up for the first time since catching Jackson's eye.

Scott looks panicked as Stiles and I watch him. "What's wrong?"

"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him." Stiles starts to turn around as I lightly slap his arm and Scott continues to talk, "Look at me. Talk to me. Pretend like nothing's happening."

Scott stares at his tray as he tries to concentrate on anything but Jackson's voice.

It's silent at our table as Scott clenches his teeth and looks up at us, "Say something. Talk to me."

"I... I don't know what to say. My mind's blank." Stiles speaks, panic lacing his voice.

"Your mind's blank? You can't think of something to say?"

"Not under this kind of pressure! And FYI, he's not sitting with them anymore."

Scott and I both turn our heads to the table seeing that Jackson is no longer sitting there. My eyes drift and notice that Nate isn't there anymore either.

Scott breaks me from my train of thought, "Where the hell is he?"

I can tell Scott is getting angry but before I can say anything a hand is placed on my shoulder. I turn and follow the arm up to see Nate standing slightly behind me, "Hey babe, why aren't you sitting with us?"

I knock his hand off my shoulder and stand up making my way out of the cafeteria, knowing that he was going to follow.

Once we are in the hall we turn to each other, "What's wrong, baby?"

"Don't play dumb."

"Seriously, Scar. Why are you mad at me?" He knits his eyebrows together and tries to grab my hand.

Before he can touch me, I slightly back away and cross my arms, "I saw you." I say through clenched teeth.

"Saw me what? You're going to have to be more clear babe."

I hold out my hand, "Don't," I whisper, tears threatening to spill. I take a deep breath before I continue, "I saw you and Claire kissing."

Nate's mouth drops open, he quickly starts speaking, trying to defend his actions, "Scarlett, I..."

"Don't try to come up with an excuse Nate. No one is going to treat me like that."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I'm over this stupid relationship,"

"Scarlett, please. You don't mean that, baby. I love you."

"Don't try." I choke out, tears now falling freely down my cheeks. "We're done." I turn away from him quickly wiping at my face.

At the end of the day I find Stiles heading to his car, "Wait up!"

He turns at the sound of my voice. "Can I hang out with you? I don't really want to be around anyone else at the moment."

"Yeah of course. Hope in." He opens the passenger side door for me and I smile as I step into his jeep.

As he pulls out of the parking space I can see him glancing at me from the corner of his eye. Finally he breaks the silence, "Are you..."

Before he can finish the sentence I interrupt, "I caught Nate cheating on me."

"He what?"

"He was kissing Claire. I confronted him about it when he came up to our table at lunch and I broke up with him."

There was a pause as Stiles took in the information, "I'll punch him for you. Do you want me to punch him for you?"

I cracked a smile as I looked at him, "No, if anyone gets to punch him I want to."

He gently smiled back, "Are you okay?"

I sighed, "I don't know."

He just nodded as he continued to his house.

When we finally got there, we quickly made our way to his room. Both of us throwing our bags to the floor as I go to sit on his bed and he goes on his computer. "Stiles?" We hear his dad call.

"Yes," We both turn to face the door and see Derek.

"Derek?" We both ask, looking at him with wide eyes. We both then quickly shut our mouths just as Mr. Stilinski cracks the door open.

"What did you say?" He asks, "Hi Scarlett."

"Hi Mr. Stilinksi."

"Yes, Dad?"

"Just headed back to work. But I'm coming tonight. Your first game."

"Great."

Mr. Stilinski doesn't make any move to leave, "I'm so unbelievably proud of you."

"So am I. Very proud. Of myself."

The sheriff turns to leave then pauses and asks, "They're really going to let you play this time?"

I nod my head and answer, "Yes, he made first line."

Sheriff's smile widens, "So proud."

As soon as Mr. Stilinski shuts the door and walks away Derek speaks, "Scott didn't get the necklace?"

"He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. When we were trapped in the school that night Scott sent a text to Allison telling her to meet him there." Stiles replies.

"So?"

"Scott didn't send the text." I answer.

"Can you find out who sent the text?"

Stiles shakes his head, "No. But we know someone who can."

After waiting for a few minutes Danny walks into Stiles' room with his bag hanging over his shoulder.

"You want me to do what?"

"Trace a text." Stiles says like it's no big deal.

"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do."

"And we will. After you trace the text."

"What makes you think I know how."

"I saw your arrest report." Stiles shrugs.

"I... That was... I was only thirteen. The charges were dropped. No. We're doing lab work."

Danny pulls up a chair to sit beside Stiles at his desk. I was casually laying on Stiles bed and Derek was sitting in a chair as far away from Stiles and Danny, reading a magazine trying to look inconspicuous.

Danny leans over to Stiles, "Who is he again?"

Before Stiles can answer I reply, remembering the lie I told Nate, "His cousin..." I trail off not thinking of a name.

Stiles continues for me, "Miguel."

Derek glares over the top of his magazine as Stiles cringes. "Is that blood on his shirt?" Danny asks.

"He gets horrible nosebleeds. Miguel, I thought I told you to just borrow one of my shirts?"

My lips immediately pull into a smile. Seeing Derek shirtless is just what I need today.

Derek's glare hardens, he slowly stands up and puts the magazine down. He moves to Stiles' closet, looking at his shirts.

Stiles starts talking to Danny but my attention stays focused on Derek.

"Stiles," Derek grumbles. He is holding a shirt in his hands, "This... no fit."

"Try something else."

Derek pulls out another shirt and Stiles speaks, a smirk evident in his voice, "That looks good. What do you think, Danny?"

"Huh?"

"The shirt?"

"I think... I think it's a nice shirt."

"Think he should try something else?"

"I do," I mumble, knowing that Derek would hear me. As he quickly fixes his glare on me I lick my lips but just as fast as he turns his attention on me he turns back to the boys.

Danny is having trouble speaking but manages to get out, "It's... It's not exactly his color."

Annoyed, Derek pulls off the T-shirt, exposing his abs once again. I bite my lower lip raking my eyes up and down Derek's body as I hear Stiles whisper something to Danny.

Derek looks over at the boys once more, "None of these fit." And once again the t-shirt comes off and I get to sit back and admire his gorgeous stomach.

Derek finally picked out a shirt and my eyes move to Danny who is tracing the text. After a couple of minutes he speaks, "There. The text was sent from a computer. This one."

Derek and I move to stand behind the two high school boys to look at the screen. Derek then asks, "Registered to that account name?"

"That can't be right," Stiles says. My mouth is hanging open in surprise. The name on the screen reads Beacon Hills Hospital - Melissa McCall.

Danny soon leaves and Stiles, Derek and I make our way to the hospital.

I sit in the back of the Jeep staring down at my phone as Stiles speaks with Scott. He's on speaker phone but the words aren't registering. Nate keeps texting me and trying to call.

He's apologizing and asking if I'm coming to the game tonight.

I close my eyes and take a breath, gripping my phone tightly. I finally open my eyes and shove my phone back into my pocket, tuning back into the conversation just as Derek asks, "Is there anything on the back of it? There has to be something. An inscription. An opening. Something."

"No, the thing's flat. And no it doesn't open. There's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you, Stiles? You're supposed to be here. You're first line." There's a pause then Scott continues, "You won't play if you're not here."

"I know. If you see my dad, tell him... tell him I'll be there. Just a little bit late."

He hangs up. Derek begins speaking the moment Stiles' phone is in his pocket, "You're not going to make it."

"I know."

"And neither of you said anything about your mother," Derek continues looking at me.

"Not until we know the truth."

We all turn to look at the looming building that is Beacon Hills Hospital.

Stiles opens his door but Derek stops him before he can get out, "Wait," Instead of saying anything else he punches Stiles' shoulder.

"OW! What was that for?" Stiles grips his arm as he gapes at Derek in shock.

"You know what it was for. Now go."

Stiles gets out and waits in front of the jeep for me to follow. I climb over the seats and into the drivers spot but once again Derek stops me before I can get fully out, "Was it really necessary for you to be drooling over me too?"

"Yeah, I've had a sucky day. I needed it." I shrug then step out of the jeep, making my way to Stiles.

Stiles and I pace the empty hospital corridor looking for Derek's uncle, Peter's room. There is an eerie silence surrounding us. Stiles then picks up his phone talking to Derek, "We can't find her." There's a pause as Derek answers. "Yeah well, he's not here either." Another pause as my mind races, oh no, "He's not here. He's gone."

I turn to look down the hall when Stiles talks. My eyes land on a man with a half burned face and a long coat. He has a seemingly friendly smile on his face as his eyes meet mine.

Out of the corner of my eye I see Stiles lower his phone and turn his head to look in the direction of the man.

"You must be Scarlett and Stiles."

I suck in a big breath and quickly find Stiles hand to clutch onto. We both take a shaky step back then turn to see Jennifer, Peter's nurse, standing on the other end of the corridor.

"What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over." She states.

Stiles and I look between the Alpha and his nurse. He starts nervously mumbling, "You... and him... you're the one who... and he's the one... Oh, my God. We're going to die."

Once the words tumble out of his mouth a hand presses to Jennifer's cheek and slams her head into the wall making her crumble to the ground.

"That wasn't nice. She's my nurse." Peter pouts mockingly.

"She's a psychotic bitch helping you kill people." Derek says to his uncle. He then turns to me and Stiles, "Get out of the way."

Derek then opens his mouth revealing sharpened fangs, he lowers into an attack pose. Stiles whispers, "Oh, damn."

We both press ourselves to the wall as Derek launches himself at Peter. Peter however barely moves. His eyes flash red and he grabs Derek by the jacket, slamming him into the wall. The wall cracks on impact. Peter then slams him into the opposite wall with the same result.

I stand shocked, frozen to my spot against the wall. Stiles pulls me down so we can avoid being hit by the wall plaster the crumbles around us.

Peter drops Derek and drags him towards the nurses body, "You think I killed Laura on purpose? One of my own family?" Peter pauses digging through his nurses unconscious body for her car keys. "My mind, my personality, was literally burned out of me. I was being driven by pure instinct."

Stiles and I slowly start crawling away but we can still hear Peter and Derek. "You want forgiveness?"

"I want understanding. Do you have any idea what was happening to me in those years? Slowly healing cell by cell. Then even more slowly coming back to consciousness. Yes, becoming an Alpha, taking that from Laura, it pushed me over a plateau in the healing process. I can't help that. And I tried to tell you what was happening. I tried to warn you."

Stiles and I slowly inch ourselves towards the Morgue, where Derek and Peter last were. But when we peek around the corner, neither werewolf is in sight.