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My feet kept running, I thought about stopping, but it seemed they wouldn't let me. Suddenly a loud noise sounded snapping me from my thoughts, I stumbled back covering my ears. I looked around and saw a old blue jeep.
"Lindsey?!" Stiles swung the door open, "thank god!" I growled looking at him.
"Oh…" Stiles swallowed, "hey, I uh…I need your help."
"You need my help?" I grumbled walking towards him, my blood beginning to boil.
"Yes." He nodded frantically. I could hear his heartbeat speed up. Grabbing his shirt I pulled him closer.
"You just got Derek arrested!" I snapped, "and you want my help?"
"Mhm." He nodded again quickly, "Scott, kinda went crazy, and uh…jumped out of the car."
"So, you lost him." I raised an eyebrow, Stiles nodded, "and you need my help to find him."
"Yeah…" He let out a breath.
"Why should I help you?" I asked growling again.
"Wow, you are just like Derek…" He cleared his throat, "look I really don't want anyone to die. Including Scott."
"But throwing Derek in jail is okay?!" I laughed harshly.
"Hey, he killed someone! We are trying to avoid that!" He exclaimed. My grip tightened on his shirt before I slowly let him go.
"You don't know anything." I looked down and spoke quietly before clearing my throat, "which way did he go?"
"I-I don't know." Stiles rubbed the back of his head.
"Do you have anything of his?" I asked.
"Uhh…" He turned and began to look through his jeep, before pulling out a jacket and handing it to me, "here." I took it and put it to my nose, smells filling my head. Tossing the jacket back to Stiles, I took in a deep breath trying to catch his scent.
"I think he's headed back into town." I announced walking over to the passenger side of Stiles jeep and climbed in.
"What… are you doing?" He asked cautiously.
"You wanted me to help find him." I replied, "my mate just got arrested, so I don't have car." I looked over at him, "so drive." He looked at me before letting out a breath and began to drive.
"So, uh…what do you think is happening to him?" Stiles asked after awhile.
"He's losing control." I replied bluntly, "shifting, his scent is beginning to change."
"Yeah, I got that, how do we stop it?" He glanced over at me. I shrugged slightly looking around.
"Oh, come on, you gotta tell me something." Stiles begged.
"I don't actually." I shook my head, "just if we find him, let me handle it."
"I can help!" He protested, "he's my friend!" I looked at him unamused.
"If he hurts me, I can heal. If he hurts you?" I asked, "not good. Trust me." Suddenly Stiles pulled off the side of the road and stopped turning towards me.
"Trust you?" He asked, "I don't know anything about you!" I glared at him, but kept quiet.
"Trust goes both ways." He continued as I heard his heart speed up, "and I know nothing about you." He continued, "there isn't even any records of you!"
"What?" I asked turning towards him.
"Lindsey Armour?" Stiles asked, "you don't exist. I checked!"
"How?" I growled. He swallowed before answering slowly.
"I…checked the police records, alright." He replied with a shrug, "and there is no record of you. Anywhere."
"I haven't been arrested." I answered.
"Well, there aren't even birth records." Stiles shot back. I grabbed his shirt and pulled him closer, "how do you know that?" I asked turning my body towards him.
"My father is the Sheriff." Stiles gulped before continuing, "so, who are you?"
"…No one of your concern." I let him go and sunk into the seat.
"Uh, yes, my concern!" He laughed, "you are a werewolf! Were you born? Or were you bitten?" I glanced over at him staying silent.
"Come on! You want us to trust you right?" Stiles asked, "and another thing, why and how are you even with Derek? Because, I mean, you don't seem as…murderous as him." I rolled my eyes but didn't answer.
"Just give me something!" Stiles pleaded.
"He saved me." I looked over at Stiles, "without Derek, I would have been dead, a long time ago."
"Saved you from what?" Stiles asked quickly, "you just gave me more questions!"
"Oh well." I sighed and looked straight ahead. I heard Stiles breath in before speaking.
"Do you know where to go next?" He asked.
"His scent is everywhere. He's moving fast." I answered looking around.
"I think I know where he's going." Stiles turned the car down a road.
"Where?" I asked looking around, this part of town looking more familiar.
"Allison." Stiles answered. As soon as he said the name my stomach flipped.
"What?" I asked as we neared the house, "no, no Stiles, turn around." I spoke sitting up in the seat.
"What? Why?" He asked confused.
"Just turn around!" I snapped my eyes searching the property.
"Okay! Okay!" He turned to steering wheel, "now what?"
"Take me back to the forest." I ordered, my breathing speeding up..
"We need to find Scott." Stiles protested.
"I know." I replied before whispering to myself, "the cars weren't in the driveway…"
"What? What cars?" Stiles asked.
"The cars! They weren't in the driveway!" I snapped, "they are looking for the other Werewolf that was with Derek! Me! Alright? If I'm back in the forest I can fight them better."
"Fight them?!" Stiles exclaimed, "the hunters?!"
"Yeah." I nodded.
"You're gonna fight them?!"
"Yes! Now drive!" I yelled, my eyes glowing.
"Oh my god!" Stiles gripped the steering wheel tighter. We made it deep into the forest.
"Let me out here." I unbuckled and barely waited to open the door before Stiles could stop.
"Lindsey! What in the world are you doing?!" Stiles exclaimed as I jumped from the car.
"Get out of here Stiles, get out of the forest." I warned looking around.
"Why?!" He exclaimed.
"I don't want to get you killed, now go!" I hissed, my ears hearing footsteps in the distance. With a grumble Stiles started his jeep and took off. Looking around I took in a deep breath. The sound of an arrow whizzing through the air reached my ears, I whirled around just in time to catch the arrow aimed at my heart.
"Smart." I spoke up snapping the arrows and tossing it to the ground, "crossbows are quieter than a gun." Nothing but silence answered me. The air filled with the smell of anger, and fear.
"Come on." I whispered looking around. I heard movement as footsteps came closer, suddenly another arrow whizzed through the air. My hand wrapped around, and tossed it to the side, just as another arrow pierced my knee. I let out a groan as I dropped to one knee.
"You aren't as good as you thought." The voice mocked coming closer. I looked up as a man approached a proud smirk on his face. I cursed under my breath and grasped the arrow trying to pull it out, it ripped from my skin just as a hard object collided with my head knocking me back. A small cry escaped my lips as I grabbed my head, trying to settle my vision.
"Look who came back." The man chuckled, "good to see you again Lindsey." My eyes glowed in anger, as I growled, "Zach."
"I'm glad you remember me." Zach knelt down staring at me, his crossbow still aimed at my heart, "look at you." He sighed, "and you held such promise princess."
"Don't call me that!" I snapped and kicked his feet out from under him before he could blink. Standing I kicked his stomach keeping him down. He laughed through his groaning.
"You think you're so tough." He let out a breath, "you aren't anything but a monster." His laugh turned to a growl as he jumped and threw his crossbow down, two daggers taking it's place in his hands.
"Don't do this Zach." I swallowed, "please."
"You're a killer." He spat. I shook my head, "only to defend myself!"
"You should have been dead years ago." He spat and lunged at me, the daggers going for my chest. I caught his arms, and began to squeeze them, just as his knee connected with my gut, just before his left hand broke free and slammed the hilt of the dagger against my skull. I stumbled back, shaking my head. Zach came at me again, as my head still ringing. I felt a shot of pain shoot up my leg as he dug the dagger deep into my skin. A dangerous growl came from my throat, just I gripped the dagger from my leg. Before he could react, I smashed the dagger into his shoulder hearing a crunch of bone. He fell to the ground, yelling curses. My eyes stayed glued to him, as the wounds in my body healed.
"You're a better…fighter than you used to be princess." Zach hissed through clenched teeth.
"Or you just got worse." I replied before crouching down in front of him, "do all of you know that we're back?" I asked my voice cold, Zach laughed painfully, "it's gonna be a good hunt." I glared at him, but slowly raised my head to look behind Zach. Urgent mumbled ran through the woods. Getting up I took a few step back before looking at Zach, my heartbeat jumping more.
"Now princess, how fast can you run?" He smirked. I gulped as my eyes still looked into the forest…the scent reached my nose and filled my head with memories…I pulled from my trance as Zach began to yell to the others. My leg connected with his head, knocking him out cold. Before my mind could fully decide on which direction to my legs took over, and just began to run. The sound of my heart filled my ear, along with the shouts of the group behind me. Suddenly my foot hooked under the ground and sent me stumbling onto the sidewalk. Scrambling to my feet I took off running down the street.
Soon I ended up at what I assumed was Stiles's house by the scent it gave off. Pulling myself through the window, I slumped onto the floor of Stiles's room, catching my breath. I looked up as Stiles came in, and jumped in surprise.
"Oh my-!" He shut the door quickly, "what are you doing here?!" He exclaimed.
"I didn't have anywhere else to go." I replied with a heavy breath.
"So you just show up in my room after you told me to leave you in the forest!" Stiles replied, "to face, whatever!"
"Hunters." I replied, "hunters that now know Derek and I are here, because of you and Scott!" My tone hardened, anger returning to my veins, "and why? Because Scott wants to play in some game?! Now we can't even find him!"
"Derek killed someone!" Stiles exclaimed.
"No he didn't." I growled before speaking louder, "you and Scott have no idea what's going on here."
"Then enlighten me!" Stiles shot back putting his hands in the air, "what do you know about control? What do you know about the hunters? W-what do you know about Derek?!" I ran my hands through my hair before nodding slowly. I looked up at him, evening out my voice.
"Control takes time." I began, "especially for someone who was bitten."
"Okay," Stiles sat on his bed, "how did you learn?"
"Derek." I replied, "Werewolfs, can…tap into anger, so they control the shirt, and the anger doesn't control them."
"But anger makes Scott turn." Stiles countered confused, "do you use anger?"
"No." I shook my head, "I have an anchor, that keeps me from shifting completely."
"What is it?" Stiles asked quickly.
"Derek." I stated simply
"Is everything about Derek?!" Stiles exclaimed throwing his hand up.
"No." I replied slowly, "he's my anchor, because he's my mate."
"Yeah well, Scott doesn't have a mate." Stiles replied.
"Then he'll have to use something else." I shrugged and leaned back. Stiles was quiet for a moment before blurting out, "but why Derek? It's just that, he doesn't seem like the…warmest person. Why not someone like your father or mother?"
"I don't have a father." I shook my head.
"Everyone has a father." Stiles answered gesturing to me.
"Not everyone." I answered through clenched teeth.
"Is…is that why you don't exist?" Stiles sat forward, "because of your father?" I stared at Stiles for a while before slowly shaking my head.
"Not just him."
"Then who?" Stiles continued quickly, "I am getting more questions than answers. Does this have something to do with the hunters?" I glared up at him, warning him to stop talking.
"Cause you, totally freaked out when we drove by the Argent's…" He was quiet before his eyes widened, "do you-do you know them?" He guessed. I felt a knot begin to form in my stomach, but I stayed quiet.
"Come on!" He pleaded, "you know something."
"They…" I began slowly, "they hunted me when I was younger."
"But you're still alive." Stiles noted. I rolled my eyes, "yes, I know. I was lucky."
"How did you beat them?"
"How many questions do you have?" I eyed him carefully.
"Just that one." He replied.
"I ran." I answered reluctantly, "I just ran."
Stiles opened his mouth again, but was stopped by a knock on the door.
"Stiles?" His father asked, "what are you doing?"
"N-nothing." Stiles coughed out, "just uh…getting ready for my lacrosse game."
"Alright." His father breathed out before walking away.
Stiles got up and walked to the bathroom. I began to tap my fingers on my thigh in a pattern. My gaze on the floor as Stiles got ready for his lacrosse game.
"So, are you coming to the game? He asked merging from the bathroom dressed in his gear.
"I suppose I have too, since Scott is probably going to show up, and you both stuck Derek in jail." I replied and stood up.
"Hey look, can we just drop that?" Stiles asked, "he's a murder, and scary!"
"In your opinion." I walked over to the window, "see you there."
"You could just take the stairs." Stiles announced. I shook my head before disappearing through the window.
It was cold as everyone gathered on the lacrosse field. I stayed standing on the far side of the bleachers as they filled up. People cheered as the team took the field, a shiver ran down my back as a intoxicating scent filled my nose. I pulled my jacket tighter around me, as my fingers tapped my thigh. As the game played out, I could smell the demise and anger coming from Scott.
"Crap…" I mumbled leaning on the metal pole. As the ref started the game I could hear Scott's heartbeat speed up. He caught the ball and jumped over a boy, running towards the goal. He dodged every player on the field and scored, and the crowd erupted into cheers. As the game neared the end, I could tell Scott was beginning to lose control. For a moment I thought he was going to run or attack when a voice filtered through the crowd. It was Allisons'. My eyes watched as Scott straightened and threw the ball in the net, winning the game. The crowd broke out into yells as they left the stands and ran onto the field. Cursing silently I moved a bit to try and find Scott, but he wasn't on the field. Taking in a deep breath I focused on trying to listen to his heart. After a moment it tuned in my ears as his heart raced. Suddenly it slowed, and became normal. Looking around the field, I could see Stiles and his dad, but not Allison. Catching Stiles's eye I motioned him over, pulling him behind the bleachers.
"His heartbeat slowed down." I told him, looking around, "he regained control…" I trailed off as I saw Stiles expression.
"What is it?" I took a step back.
"Derek." He said, "he's getting let out of jail. He's gonna be pissed isn't he?" Stiles asked in a tone that told me he already knew the answer.
"Most likely." I replied, "do you have Scott? I need to go find Derek."
"Yeah." Stiles nodded, before I turned and began to run back to town. I skidded to a halt across the road from the police station. Policemen and women walked in and out of the station for a while before the door opened and Derek walked out. I felt a weight lift from my chest as I saw him.
"Derek!" I called holding my hand up. He jogged across the street, as he got closer I could tell he was angry, but immediately he wrapped his arms around me, and I graciously returned the hug tightly.
"You okay?" He asked pulling back a bit. I nodded smiling slightly.
"A whole lot better now." I replied.
"You're anxious." Derek noted looking at me with concern.
"Scott played." I continued quickly, "he didn't kill anyone, somehow he gained control." Derek looked at me for a moment, "how?"
"I don't know."
"…Is that blood?" He asked as his eyes landed on my jeans.
"There was an incident in the woods." I stated slowly.
"Hunters." Derek almost growled. I nodded, "they know we're here."
"Did he see you? Are you okay?" He asked grabbing hand and leading me towards his car.
"Fine, it was only Zach." I replied, "although I hit him in the head pretty hard, don't know if he'd remember…or if they would even believe him."
"Damnit." Derek mumbled yanking the door open, "this is gonna making finding the Alpha ten times harder."
"You're telling me." I retorted climbing into the car, "now we have to deal with hunters." Derek started the car, his grip on the steering wheel making his knuckles go white.
"You're angry at Scott and Stiles aren't you." I stated gently.
"They got me arrested, and announced us to the hunters." He grumbled.
"I know." I pushed the hair back from my face, and set a hand on his shoulder, "tried to explain to Stiles that you aren't evil."
"You talked to Stiles?" He looked at me skeptically.
"I didn't have anywhere else to go." I responded in the same tone.
"Did you talk to Scott?" Derek raised his eyebrows.
"No." I answered, placing my hand back in my lap, as he merged onto the street. Settling into my seat, I could feel my eyelids become heavier.
"Tired?" Derek's voice sounded.
"Mhm." I murmured before closing my eyes. The last thing I remember was the car shutting off and Derek pressing a soft kiss to my forehead.
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