Peter still had a death grip on my arm, but I was happy he at least didn't have his claws on my neck anymore.

Stiles was kneeling beside Lydia's head, obviously concerned for the strawberry blonde.

"Let's go." Peter snapped.

"No. We can't just leave her here." Stiles said looking up.

"You are both coming with me. You don't have a choice."

"Then kill me. I don't care."

"You would care if I killed her." Peter once again put his hand around my throat. I stayed silent, just wishing this night would end.

Before Stiles could reply, Peter sighed, "Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get."

Stiles then pulled out his cell phone and dialed Jackson's number, quickly telling him where Lydia was. After he hung up, the three of us made our way to Stiles' jeep and drove away from the school.

As we were driving down the road, Stiles' hands gripped the steering wheel. Peter glanced at Stiles, "Oh, don't feel so bad. If she lives she'll turn into a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

"Yeah, and once a month she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart." Stiles replied sarcastically.

"Actually, considering she's a woman... Twice a month."

I rolled my eyes and shook my head once the words left his mouth; still I decided to stay silent, trying to think of a plan to get us out of this situation.

Stiles parks next to a car in a rather empty parking garage. We all got out of the jeep and stepped up to the car.

Peter drags us over to the car and pops the trunk, "Who's car is this?" Stiles asks.

"It belonged to my nurse."

Hearing his word choice I instantly asked, "What happened to your nurse?"

I was looking at Peter when I asked, but he didn't need to answer because I heard Stiles whisper, "Oh my God."

I looked at the trunk of the car. Inside was Peter's nurse staring blankly back at us.

"I got better." Peter casually says as he lifts the nurses arm up to reach for a laptop bag.

Peter slams the trunk closed and places the laptop bag on top. He unzips the bag, pulls the laptop out, and turns it on.

"Good luck getting a signal down here." Stiles deadpans.

Peter responds by handing Stiles a small black device with a label that reads AT&T MiFi.

"Mifi? And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves or just a personal preference?" I smirk at Stiles' words.

"Turn it on and get it connected."

Stiles does as told, "You're still going to need Scott's username and password. And sorry, but I don't know them."

"You know both. And if you don't, she does."

"No I don't." Stiles and I say in unison.

"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I'd still be able to tell you're lying."

Stiles, clearly frustrated, replies, "Dude, I swear I don't know."

Peter grabs the back of his neck and pulls him close, "I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me have to persuade you."

Stiles quickly nods and once Peter pulls away he begins typing.

Looking over Stiles' shoulder, I see a screen pop up with the words Where's my phone. Stiles lets his hands hover over the keyboard as he asks, "What happens when you find Derek?"

"Don't think, Stiles. Just type."

"You're going to kill people, aren't you?"

"Only the responsible ones."

"If I do this, will you leave Scott out of it?"

Peter sighs, "Do you know why wolves hunt in packs? Because their favored prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. Both of them."

Before Stiles can reply, I speak up, "He's not going to help you."

"He will if it saves Allison. And Stiles is going to help me, because it will save you and Scott."

"What do you mean?" Stiles asks as I knit my eyebrows together.

"Well I won't kill or turn Scarlett if you help. And for Scott... Well if they catch him, you really think they're going to let him live? Especially after having been that close to one of their own?"

Peter then guides Stiles' hands back towards the keyboard. He quickly types in Scott's username: Allison

I roll my eyes at the same time Peter says, "His username is Allison?"

Stiles then continues to type in Scott's password. "His password is also Allison?" Peter asks in disbelief.

I reach up and pinch the bridge of my nose, God Scott is stupid.

We wait in silence as the GPS map locating Scott's phone loads. I tilt my head in confusion when I see the location, "They're keeping him at his own house?"

"Not at it. Under it."

"Huh?"

"The tunnel and basement I used to escape during the fire. I know exactly where it is." Peter's head then snaps to the side, clearly hearing something that neither Stiles nor I can, "And I'm not the only one..."

Peter then quickly puts the laptop away and tosses the laptop bag into the backseat of the car. Before Peter shuts the door he slightly tips his head listening to something. Again Stiles and I look around but hear nothing.

Peter then slams the door shut and holds out his hand, "Give me your car keys."

Stiles hands them over, "Careful, she grinds in second."

Without a word Peter crushes the key with his bare hand then hands them back over to Stiles.

My mouth hangs open as Stiles asks, "Are you going to kill us now?"

"Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here." There is a quick pause, "I like you both. And since you helped me I'll give you something in return. Do you want the bite?"

"Are you crazy? Hell no." I immediately reply.

At the same time Stiles looks shocked and says, "What?"

Peter moves to grab Stiles arm, "Do you want the bite? Scarlett told me her answer but you haven't." There's another pause before Peter continues, "You'd be every bit as powerful as Scott. No more standing by his side watching him become stronger and quicker, more popular. Watching him get the girl. You'll be equals. Or maybe more. Maybe for once in your life, you'll exceed expectations. Yes or no?"

I elbow Stiles in the ribs breaking him out of his thoughts. Stiles quickly rips his arm away from Peter, "I don't want to be like you."

"You know what I heard just then? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words, I don't want. You can believe you're telling me the truth. But you are lying to yourself."

Peter then turned away and got into the car. He pulled out of the parking space leaving Stiles and myself behind.

"UGH! This means we need to walk! I'm in heels! Fuck Peter!"

Stiles looked at me and quickly slid off his shoes, "Here. Let's walk back to the school. It's closer than the hospital and you have Lydia's car there."

I nodded, "I left my phone and keys inside, hopefully they'll still be there. And are you sure you want to walk barefoot?"

"It's fine Scar. It will be more comfortable then you walking in heels."

I nodded once more and quickly stepped out of my heels and slid on Stiles shoes. They were slightly too big but were definitely more comfortable than my heels.

As we made our way out of the parking garage Stiles noticed me shiver. He wordlessly shrugged off his suit jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders.

"Stiles, you're going -"

"You'll freeze. I'm more covered than you."

"But Stiles,"

"Stop arguing." He shook his head and I sighed, finally accepting the jacket.

Stiles and I then continued our trek back to the high school. The doors were still unlocked as people were still cleaning up. I quickly retrieved my purse and Stiles and I made our way to the hospital to check on Lydia.

I gave him back his shoes once we made it to the hospital but he insisted on me keeping the jacket. We finally rushed upstairs to the ICU to find Lydia.

Everyone in the waiting room looks up at us as sheriff Stilinksi says, "There he is."

He rushes towards us then says to Stiles, "It's a good thing we're in a hospital. Because I'm going to kill you."

"It's my fault Mr. Stilinski. Stiles and I both lost our keys. I insisted that we stay and fine mine at least because they're technically Lydia's since she's letting me borrow her car and I didn't want her to have more bad news after this."

Mr. Stilinksi nods, "They don't know how she is. Partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with her."

"What do you mean?" Stiles asks.

"They're saying it's like some kind of allergic reaction. Her body is just going into shock."

I suck in a breath and nearly collapse. Before I can, Stiles wraps an arm around me and Mr. Stilinski looks at me concerned, "Are you alright, Scarlett?"

I nod and rapidly blink, trying desperately to stop myself from crying. I hug my arms to my body and lean against Stiles as Mr. Stilinski asks, "Did either of you see anything at all? Any idea who or what attacked her?"

All Stiles and I can do is shake our heads. Mr. Stilinski sighs, "What about Scott?"

"What about him?" Stiles asks.

"Did he see anything?"

"He's not here?" I finally speak.

"I've been calling him, but there's no response."

"You won't get one." Stiles answers.

I separate from Stiles and leave him to talk with his dad when I spot Jackson. I quietly make my way over to him and we sit in a comfortable silence.

"We should go find Stiles. We can't do anything for Lydia here."

"Yeah, I know." I sigh, then quickly follow Jackson out of the waiting room and into the corridor, searching for Stiles.

We quickly find him in the hall and Stiles starts to pull me away from Jackson.

Before we make it far Jackson speaks up, "Where are you going?"

"Scarlett and I need to find Scott."

"I'll drive."

"No way, I am not cramming into your backseat. I have Lydia's car, I'll drive."

We all turn to make our way out of the hospital but come face to face with Mr. Argent.

"Boys. Scarlett." He nods and smiles at us. "I was wondering if you could tell me where Scott is?"

"Scott? Haven't seen him since the dance. Scarlett, Jackson?"

I quickly shake my head and pull my lips into a thin line, but Jackson just gapes at Argent. Seeing Jackson's response, Stiles and I both roll our eyes.

Two or Argent's hunters shove Stiles and Jackson through the door into the morgue. Mr. Argent grips my shoulder tightly and guides me into the room.

"Let's try this again. Where is Scott McCall?" Argent let's go of my shoulder and moves to Stiles, throwing him against the wall, "Let me ask you something, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?"

"No, but I'll put it on my to-do list if you let me go."

Argent ignores his comment, "I have. And there's only one thing I've ever been able to compare it to. Seeing a friend of mine turn on the night of a full moon. Do you want to know what happened?"

I answered for Stiles, "I don't think any of us care, sir."

Argent glanced at me but once again ignored the comment, "He tried to kill me and I was forced to shoot him in the head. But even while he lay dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me. Still trying to kill me like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?"

Argent then pulls Stiles closer, "Did Scott try to kill you on the last full moon? Did you have to lock him up?"

"Yeah, I did. Handcuffed him. Would you prefer I put him in a basement and burn the house down around him?"

"Sorry to dispel a popular rumor, but we never did that."

I scoff and Stiles continues, "Oh, right. Derek said you had some kind of code. I guess no one breaks it."

"Never." Argent confirms.

"Yeah, well what if someone did?" I ask.

Argent then turns to me, grip still on Stiles, "Like who?"

"Your sister." We answer together.

We explain to Argent how we know about Kate being the cause of the Hale fire. We then separated, allowing Mr. Argent to go after his sister.

Stiles, Jackson, and I head to the school to make some of those self-igniting fire bombs Lydia made that night at the school. What? We didn't want to go there completely defenseless.

When we finally arrived at the Hale house, Derek, Scott, Allison, Mr. Argent, and Peter were all outside fighting.

We quickly pulled to a stop and got out of the car. Stiles throws his Molotov cocktail but Peter easily catches it.

Scott then tosses Allison her crossbow so she can shoot the glass. The glass explodes and fire quickly spreads down Peter's arm. I then throw mine and it hits Peter's shoulder, spreading fire down his other arm.

Lastly, Jackson throws his. The glass breaks when it hits Peter's torso, bursting instantly into flames. He lets out an ear piercing shriek and slowly drops to the ground, changing back into a human.

We all stay silent as Allison slowly makes her way to Scott and kisses him.

Derek, finally recovered from the fight, makes his way over to a barely breathing Peter. Derek squats beside Peter's head, claws extended.

"Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you." Scott speaks before Derek can kill his uncle.

Derek hesitates, he looks up at Scott as he speaks once more. "You do this and I'm dead. Her father, her family... What am I supposed to do?"

Without a second thought, Derek raises his hand and slashes down, severing Peter's throat.

He slowly stands back up and turns around, revealing glowing red eyes, "I'm the Alpha now."

Derek then disappears into the shadows.

The next day Scott, Stiles, and I all go to the hospital to sneak into Lydia's room.

"Shut the door." Scott whispers.

Stiles slowly starts to push the door but it makes a loud squeal. The three of us cringe and then even more slowly Stiles tries to shut the door once more.

But once again the door squeals. Stiles stops again before continuing. He finally gets the door shut and we quietly make our way to Lydia's side.

"Do it." Stiles says to Scott.

"You do it." Scott replies.

I narrow my eyes at the two idiots, "I'll do it."

I slowly peel off the bandage on Lydia's side to reveal a bloody and scabbed wound. "It's not healed"

"I don't get it. The doctors said she was going to be fine."

"But the bite isn't healing like it did with me. Which means she's not a werewolf."

"Then what the hell is she?"