"Why are you doing this!?", Derek yelled at his uncle.

"What, you think she's your friend? Please.", Peter said, smiling at his nephew.

Derek silently glared at him.

"Derek, you need to listen to me. Please, just give me time to explain.", Peter had begged. Derek fought his frustration and gave him a hard nod, getting up from the floor as his body started to heal. Peter walked over to the fallen Samantha.

"Don't.", Derek ordered, his eyes flashing blue. Peter turned around, waving a finger.

"I don't think so Derek, don't do anything irrational. There are lots of other people in Beacon Hills I could turn, and I have a feeling you'd prefer her alive and a werewolf over being dead and buried in the ground."

Derek's jaw clenched. "You wouldn't."

Peter grunted, carrying the girl up into his arms before turning to Derek. "I could if I wanted. You won't want me to be tempted to, so I suggest shutting up and following me."

Peter swung Sam over his shoulder and began walking out of the room with a hesitant Derek.

"Where are you going?", Derek asked.

"We are going to a lacrosse game.", Peter said cheerfully. Just as they made it to the exit, Stiles ran from behind the reception desk.

"Sam!", he called, and noticed his best friend draped over the Alpha's shoulder. Stiles had walked in front of Peter, glaring at the older man.

"Move aside, Stiles." Effortlessly, Stiles was pushed aside by Peter. Stiles looked at Derek desperately.

"Derek! Do something!", Stiles yelled from the floor. Derek gave him an empty look.

"Are you seriously siding with your psycho uncle? What's wrong with you?", Stiles cried. Derek said nothing, following his uncle to a car parked towards the back of the building.

Peter opened the trunk and tossed Sam in like a bag of potatoes.

Derek didn't like where this was going. He felt absolutely bad that Sam and Stiles had gotten into this.

This wasn't what he prepared for. He had to stop Peter somehow, even if that meant being distant towards Sam.

His being mean and cruel to Stiles didn't work as much as the boy just kept coming back. But Sam…she was kind. She meant well despite her tendency to involve herself in matters that didn't call for her concern. He knew liked to get motherly towards her friends. He knew that and yet...

He thought of choosing Jackson who he had met and learned from Stiles that he found out about him, much to his irritation. They could all leave town, go find other wolves to make Peter's pack stronger just like he wanted.

"Jackson knows about Scott's secret.", Stiles hesitated as Sam had already walked out of his room.

"Jackson?", Derek asked, ignorant to said person.

"Jackson Whittmore. Blonde hair, lacrosse player, drives a Porsche, richest guy in Beacon Hills? It's kind of hard to miss him.", Stiles sarcastically said.

It took Derek a while to remember, now realizing that he was talking about the guy he had asked about Scott to.

Shit.

Ten minutes later, Peter and Derek waited in the school's locker room as Scott became the only boy in there.

"Danny?", Scott called. He walked over to the light switch and began flipping it. It didn't work, which set his heart into action.

Peter had tossed Sam down to the floor, which made Derek glare at him for doing so. Scott had heard the thump of Sam's body on the ground and he turned around, slowly walking towards where he heard the noise.

In the dark, he could only make out her figure before seeing her resting face.

"Sam?", Scott yelled, running over to her. He kneeled down to the floor and checked for a pulse. She was alive, good. But where did she come from?

All questions stopped as Scott felt another heartbeat come into range. His head snapped to the left, he saw Derek there with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"What the hell did you do to her?", he growled, holding her close. Derek's eyes flickered from Sam to behind Scott.

"I don't get Lacrosse."

Scott turned around to see Peter. He should've been comatose. Hell, he looked blank when they first saw him but he looked different now.

All the burns off his face were gone. He looked like he was casually going on a date or something.

"It was you?", Scott whispered to him. Peter was fiddling with Scott's lacrosse stick.

"When I was in high school we played basketball. Now there's a sport. I read somewhere that they used Lacrosse to settle conflicts.", Peter ignored Scott's question. He raised a stick and swung to hit Sam.

"No!", Derek and Scott yelled simultaneously. Peter stopped, smiling at the fact his nephew cared for someone lower than him.

"Stop. Don't.", Scott begged. "Please."

"Now that I've got your attention," he tossed the lacrosse stick aside, "I have a little conflict of my own to solve, Scott. And I need both of you to help me."

"We're not helping you kill people."

"Well I don't want to kill everyone.", Peter laughed. "Just the irresponsible ones. And that doesn't have to include…" Peter looked to Derek, looking for help as he forgot the name of the Argent girl.

"Allison.", Derek says solemnly. Scott's attention snapped over to Derek.

"You're on his side? Are you forgetting the part where he killed your sister?"

"It was a mistake.", Derek said in a monotone voice.

"What!?", Scott exclaimed in disbelief.

"It happens.", Peter nodded.

"What about the fact he just knocked out Sam? Or the fact that he tried to kill us!? Kill her!? He attacked both of us the night we were stuck at the school!"

"It was bound to happen.", he replied, lifeless.

"What?", Scott cried, desperate for understanding.

"This," he looked down at her, "was a mistake. Her helping was a mistake. Us meeting was a mistake."

"Derek doesn't have time to babysit right now.", Peter grinned.

"If you plan on turning her you could forget about it.", Scott growled.

"Scott, I think you're getting the wrong impression. We want to help you reach your full potential."

"By killing my friends?"

"Sometimes the people closest to you are holding you back."

"If they're holding me back from becoming a psychotic nut job like you, I'm okay with that.", Scott declared.

"Maybe you could try to see things my way." Peter had brought out the claws and grasped the side of Scott's head, sending him to the floor, gasping for air. He sent him visions of that night.

"I'll be back for both of you.", Peter says, leaving Scott and Derek staring at the two teenagers, one twitching in pain, grabbing at his head while the other one not moving at all.

Dully, he followed his uncle.

Feeling the pricking of grass on my cheek, I wake up.

It was dark outside but in the distance, I could smell the scent of wood burning. What the hell…

I got up and looked around for the source.

"Laura, wait!" A young voice yelled. I hid behind a tree as a girl ran past me. Her dirty blonde hair was flying behind her.

"Laura, what the hell's going on?", A black haired boy ran past me. He looked familiar but there was no way…

"Derek?", I called. He didn't hear me. I began following towards the two. The scent of burning wood filled my nose. No way…

"I smell a fire!"

"Yeah, the woods are probably on fire again.", Derek. The two teenagers stopped running when a horrifying sight greeted them.

Holy shit…

Their house was on fire. This was the night of the Hale fire.

The sight of smoke and bright colors lit the night sky. The right side of the building had already been burned up by the flames. The screams of innocent people were piercing the air, along with the noises of crackling wood.

"Mom! Dad!", Laura screamed. I could only see how shocked and broken Derek looked as he watched the fire.

They were listening, seeing their family die. When Laura was about to go run towards the burning house, Derek stopped her.

"You can't go in there!", he yelled.

"You can't either.", Laura said, tearfully.

"I have to. It's our family, Laura.", Derek declared, running off. I chased after him. "Derek, no!"

Without a second thought, he ran into the burning house and I went in with him. Smoke filled our lungs the second we set foot in there. We both began coughing. Derek didn't stop.

"Derek, no, stop!", I grabbed the back of his jacket but my hand went right through him. I gasped and watched him disappear into the heavy smoke.

What the hell…?

Derek disappeared and everything else began fading into a white light.

"Sam? Sam, wake up!", I heard a familiar voice over the burning and screaming. I could feel myself being shaken.

"Her heartbeat's becoming regular.", I heard Scott's faint voice. My eyes slowly opened to see two blurry silhouettes standing over me.

"Derek?", I whispered. My eyes focused as the dark silhouettes turned out to be my friends.

"Scott? Stiles? Where were we?" My eyes scanned the room as I sat up.

"Sam, you're okay.", Stiles cried, hugging me. I groaned and he pulled back fast.

"Are you okay? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"Where's Derek?", I asked.

"He's…" Scott seemed hesitant.

"Scott, where is he?", I asked, starting to panic.

"Peter took him."

"But I was just-", I looked around again.

"You were just what?", Stiles asked.

"I was just with him in the fire.", I said, confused.

"What fire? Sam, you've been—"

"The Hale house fire," I corrected, "I don't know. I had this really realistic dream. But I was there, right with Derek and Laura 6 years ago."

The two boys looked at each other for answers.

"Peter probably did that to you. He scratched me and he showed me what happened.", Scott said.

"Are you okay?", Stiles asked me.

"I'm fine." Scott helped me up. "We need to get Derek back."

"Sam, I don't think we can get him back."

"What do you mean we can't, of course we can."

"No," Scott paused, "he went with his uncle. It was his choice."

"What? No, there's got to be a catch. He wouldn't just go with Peter, he killed his sister."

"Derek said it was a mistake."

"You don't just kill your own family by mistake." I say, confused.

"He acted like he was brainwashed.", Scott said.

"What else did he say?"

Stiles and Scott looked at each other again.

"Nothing.", Scott lied.

"You're lying.", I shook my head. Scott had this thing where he rushes an answer to lie. It was so obvious.

"He said that you trying to help me was a mistake."

I frowned. What was up with him? He was so hot and cold. First he's an ass then he goes to being so nice and appreciative and then back to being cold and confusing. I don't understand it.

"Sam.", Stiles called.

"Let's go home." I started walking to the exit before stopping at a wall, leaning on it for support as my head felt like it was spinning.

"Sam, are you sure you're okay? We can take you to see my mom, you were knocked out badly."

"I'm fine. Let's go.", I said, standing straight and leaving. They followed me out of the locker room and we made our way across the field until I stopped and looked at the treeline.

"Why would he say that?", I whispered, pressing my nails into my palms.

"He wasn't acting himself. It was probably because of Peter.", Scott said, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.

"How could he just abandon us?", I croaked softly, looking away.

It didn't make any sense. How he could leave us to take sides with the man who killed his sister and four other people….?

This was too much.

"Who gives a shit about Derek, he's a traitor.", Stiles sneered.

"I cared about him, Stiles. Just like I care for you two. And Peter just took him away from us like it was nothing."

"Well, they're gone now. Isn't that what we wanted, at least for the Alpha I mean?", Stiles tried to reassure.

"Not exactly," Scott sighed, "before Peter left the last thing he said was he'd be back. For both of us."

"Of course," I sighed, "let's just get out of Beacon Hills."

"What, just leave?"

"Yeah, going on a road trip somewhere, let's go buy a plane ticket to New York or somewhere. Beacon Hills needs to give us a damn break."

"Remember what Derek said, if you start running you never stop."

"It is what it is then. I'm too tired of this shit. I tried. I tried so hard to help. I understand that his uncle is "all powerful" and whatever, but fuck." I could feel an oncoming headache which increased the more I got frustrated.

"Fine," Scott agreed, "let's go."

I glanced at the treeline again as the headache practically filled my skull. "Sam?"

I looked at Scott and Stiles. They looked back at me, panicked.

"Sam, y-your nose."

My hand lifted up as I felt something drip onto my palm. I pulled my hand back to see it stained with blood.

What the hell was going on…? I gripped my head in pain, trying my best to ease it with deep breaths but they weren't helping. My eyes started fluttering shut and let out a weakened whimper.

"You guys…"

My eyes opened to a blinding white light. The cold smell of cleaning chemicals entered my nose as

I looked around, becoming aware of my surroundings.

"Sam?", I hear Scott's mom's voice. I looked to my left to see her standing at the door. I could hear the beeping of a heart monitor increase in tempo and I tried to sit up. "You're okay…", I tried to croak.

She looked confused as she walked in, trying to lower me back down. "Me? You're the one who's concussed. How are you feeling?"

"I'm okay…", I rasped, trying to clear my throat. My head was still pounding, but not as bad as before.

Before…

The last thing I remembered was being at the hospital tracing down the Alpha…

Then, I woke up at the school in the boy's locker room. And then I was on the field.

Scott.

Stiles.

Derek.

I sat up straight, looking at her with wide eyes. "Where's Scott and Stiles?"

"The boys are fine. They told me you had passed out on the field. You've got a bad concussion, sweetheart."

"Concussion?", I looked at her in disbelief.

"Yeah, Stiles said something about you stopping in the middle of the field and then a nosebleed. You fell and hit your head on the ground. Scott panicked and called me."

"So I'm fine?"

"Yes, we made sure it was nothing life threatening. We were worried because of the nosebleed that you were bleeding from your brain like Scott said, but you'll be fine. We gave you something to get rid of the swelling, so you'll feel like a hundred bucks in the morning." Melissa smiled.

"What about my mom?", I asked. Melissa hummed. "She is pretty worried. She came to check on you earlier before she was called back into work."

"Can I go home with medication?", I asked. I don't feel safe being vulnerable here.

"Are you sure you're feeling fine? No sense of fainting or…"

"I'm fine.", I say.

Melissa thought for a moment then sighed. "I'll discharge you. Then, I'll be calling Stiles to make sure he drops you off."

"Thank you.", I smiled and she suddenly grabbed me and pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged her back, easing my worries.

She personally walked me out, informing me how she'd check up on me in the morning and to take the day off school tomorrow.

I had no problem not going to school, though coach would probably kill me once I came back. I slid myself into the passenger seat of Stiles' Jeep and he drove off towards my house.

"Guess we can't skip town.", I sighed.

"That doesn't look like it's going to be happening for a while.", Stiles mutters.

"Where's Scott?"

"He went to look for any leads on where Peter and Derek are.", he informed. "Also, Jackson wants to be a werewolf too. It's so stupid."

I frowned. What the fuck was Derek thinking?

I understand family being everything but this is a whole nother level.

"You really scared us, y'know. You scared me.", I hear Stiles say.

"Sorry.", I said, looking at my lap. "Sorry doesn't cut it, Sam!", he yelled, making me flinch. He doesn't usually yell at me. At least not with authority in his tone.

"You can't…", he calmed down a bit. "You can't keep throwing yourself in danger every time someone you care about gets hurt. You could've seriously died. I had no idea what the hell had happened to you and Derek just let it happen, and it pisses me off!"

I frowned sadly. He noticed and slowed down by my house. "I just… I got scared. I was so friggin' scared that he killed you and then I couldn't stop him. And then Scott called me, telling me what happened and then you passed out in the middle of the field… I- I thought he bit you.", he said, not looking at me. "I thought I was gonna lose you too."

My eyes teared up.

"I know you care about Derek. I know you're pissed at him for leaving us. I know you want to help Scott. But I don't want you to help if you're gonna keep being in danger like that. Scott's stronger than the both of us right now.", he says, shrugging.

"But he's not inhumane. I keep thinking Derek isn't either. Like… What if he's being controlled by Peter or something? Like some sort of werewolf Alpha over beta thing?", I say. Even after all of that, something still sparks some hope in me.

"I don't know anymore, and technically I really don't care. He just let Peter throw you around like a ragdoll. That's not okay."

I sighed. He glanced over at me and pulled me into a tight hug. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry I didn't do anything to stop it.", I hear him mumble in my shoulder.

I hugged him back. "I always bounce back, Sti. I'm okay."

He sighed, letting me go. He gave me one last look before shaking his head. "You're… nevermind."

I frowned as he started his jeep up to drop me off. My mom's car wasn't in the driveway so she wasn't home tonight. Good.

I gave a wave to Stiles before he drove off and walked inside the house. I made my way upstairs and changed into more comfortable clothes before flopping on my bed, staring up at the ceiling in the dark.

That dream… I couldn't shake it out of my mind. Nothing like that has happened before. I mean, I've had some pretty off dreams but none like that.

What the hell even was that? How is someone else's memories ending up being my dream?

"Your thoughts are loud.", I hear. I sat up, quickly turning on my lamp to see Derek standing in a corner.

I leaned my eyebrows on my knees looking at him in disbelief and shook my head. "I like how that's the first you say to me after last night. By the way, what the fuck was that? Seriously, what happened?"

His expression was unreadable. I can't tell if he wanted to be pissed or sad.

"I understand that Peter's the only family you have left but literally… no. What he did wasn't okay. And also," I waved a finger between me and him. "Me trying to get help from you while also helping you is a mistake? Really, Derek?"

He took a step towards me. "Yes. It was a mistake."

"Why?"

He looked at me like I had grown another head. "What do you mean, why? You almost just lost your life. Or did you forget that too?"

"I almost lost my life, other times but I still came back and that didn't bother you then so why now?"

He shook his head. "I don't have to explain anything to you when you've seen it for yourself. You've seen the danger."

"Yeah, and my friend is still in danger."

"Scott's only in danger because you keep involving yourself.", he said, storming up to me. "You're not a werewolf, you're an inconvenience.", he said, staring at me.

"Is that what you think, or is that what Peter fed to you?"

"It's what I think. And honestly, I don't care anymore. You do what you want to get yourself killed.", he said, walking over to my window.

"You do care."

He turned to me. "What?"

"You do care.", I repeated. "If you didn't, you wouldn't have saved my life. You wouldn't have bothered to help Scott after I asked. You would've killed me yourself when Scott almost changed. You didn't. So what're you doing all of this for?"

I walked over to him. "You're doing all this "I'm a bad guy, stay away from me" type shit but you're still here. You came here on your own accord and now you're telling me that you don't care if I die. What's up with that?"

His eyebrows furrowed as he looked away from me. "I'm just… I'm trying to keep you safe.", he confesses.

"Safe from who, Derek? You? Because if that's the case, you're not doing a very good job. I'm not worried about you killing me. Your threats don't exactly work on me.", I say.

He looks frustrated. "I'm trying to keep you safe from all of this. You don't need this in your life. Like I said, it's best if you ignore all of this."

"Pretend like everything didn't happen. Really? How can I do that, Derek? I can't just magically pretend Scott isn't a werewolf or that he's not my friend or that he's not in danger of being a part of your uncle's pack.", I say, exasperated. "That's not how things work. I'm already involved, whether or not your poor attempt at being a hard ass is "keeping me safe" will like it."

He looked down. "You don't deserve this. I said that the bite is a gift. But it's only a gift for the right people. I was born into this along with Peter so it's a little different for each person. You weren't, which makes this difficult. And it's only more difficult because you're so persistent in trying to help. But you can't help this."

You're an inconvenience.

He shook his head, ready to leave. "You're not getting involved anymore. The less people in Peter's pack, the better."

I watched him leave before slamming my window shut and locking it. I shut all my blinds and closed my curtains, letting my breath get lost in the lump in my throat.

Why did it have to turn out like this…?

The next day, it only got worse. Allison came up to me, shyly. "Hey, can we talk?"

It was weird. I mean, I didn't have a grudge against Allison or anything. And technically she didn't do anything wrong.

Yet.

But…

"Sure.", I say, as we walk. "Mind if we go to my house?", she asked.

That stopped me to think. Should I really go to her house… Her dad almost, without knowing, killed me and Scott.

I don't know if she knew. I wasn't sure if I should push my luck. I sighed. "Sure. Let's go."

So that's where we ended up.

She sat at her kitchen bar with me and sighed. "Okay, so what did you want to talk about?" I wondered.

"It's about Scott. I figured I should ask you since you guys are friends."

"I see. So, what's going on? I thought you didn't wanna talk to him anymore.", I asked.

"I was in the woods today with Lydia, testing out something I found in my garage, and we ran into each other. We talked and I just- I realized how much I missed him. So I hugged him and then I got overwhelmed and ran off. I'm so conflicted.", she pouted.

"Can't say I can relate but I'm getting some understanding."

"Yeah, he was lying to me. I knew he was."

"Allison, everyone lies. Some worse than others but I'm sure whatever it was about, Scott was only doing it to protect you, so believe me when I say the boy's head over heels for you. Don't tell him I said that."

"He's in love with me? He said that?", she looks at me in shock.

"He was mopey without you. After he told me and Stiles you two were together, he was happy like he was walking on clouds. You've got a good thing in front of you, I wouldn't let it go.", I say, smiling.

Allison was speechless. "Should I forgive him?", she meeked out.

"If you don't, we'd probably have to deal with his moping around some more. But it's up to you. You gotta talk to him about how you feel."

"I think you're right.", she smiled to herself.

"Hey Al, want to—oh" I turned around to see that familiar face and my heart dropped. I should've known I should've said no. I should've told her to go to Stiles.

The woman that invaded Derek's house walked into the room.

"Yeah, just got here.", Allison said before turning to me. "This is my aunt, Kate."

Kate smiled, but not as maniacal as before. "So what are you two girlies up to?"

"Just girl talk. Boy trouble."

"Mm, I see.", she turned to me, full blown grinning. "Want to stay for dinner?"

No, I wanna run.

"Sure.", I said with a fake smile. Why!?

Now I was stuck at dinner with the entire Argent family. Kate was sipping on a glass of wine, occasionally glancing over to me. I just wanted her to say whatever she had to say so I could leave.

If I wasn't gonna die by Peter's hands, I was definitely gonna die by theirs.

"Would you like a glass, Sam?", Chris asked, holding up a bottle of Merlot.

"Oh, no thanks. I'm still underage. Plus I don't think it'd be good for me.", I declined gently.

"Really? Why is that? That's unusual in this day in age.", he asked. Uh, because it's the law?

"My dad wasn't good with alcohol around me...", I say, looking down at my food.

"Chris, stop making the girl feel awkward. Sam, are you going to be working with Allison on homecoming?"

"What? Homecoming?"

"That reminds me, while you were out the other day, I signed both of us up for the formal committee.", Allison spoke up.

"Formal committee? You mean the people that plan the formal? I'm not good with that!", I say in disbelief.

"Lydia forced me into it! I'm sorry!"

"What's so bad about winter formals?", Kate asked.

"They're lame, for starters."

"Well, we can change that!", Allison exclaimed, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

"I'm sure it'll be fun. You guys won't have any problems getting guys to ask you out.", Kate smirked. Allison bursted out into laughter.

"Kate!", Chris looked at his sister with wide eyes.

"Hey, I'm still a seventeen year old at heart, Chris.", she smiled.

"I've heard enough for one night.", Chris shook his head and stood up.

"Hey Al, help me with the dishes? Apparently it's my turn tonight.", Kate rolled her eyes.

"Sure."

"I'll help too.", I offered. Kate smiled at me. "Oh, no you're a guest.", she says. Did I hit her too hard?

"I'll go get the rest.", Allison said, putting down the damp rag and walking away into the dining room.

"You have nerve coming here.", she says, making sure her niece is out of earshot. I frowned.

"Derek wasn't enough? You just had to come here?", she asked, glaring at me.

"It wasn't my intention to stay or be here. But your niece needed help. I doubt she'd want help from someone who kills others simply for living a different life."

Kate smirks. "So you knew." My eyes widened. Shit.

"You've got a soft spot for the doggies? Poor thing."

The more she talked, the more I wanted to punch her in the face again. Allison came back and I stepped away.

"Al, I'm gonna head out. Gotta be home before it gets too dark.", I say. Allison nods. "I'll see you later then."

"We'll meet again, soon!", Kate called as I hurriedly left, texting Stiles to pick me up.

He found me on the side of the road and drove away fast.

"What the hell were you thinking!? Going to the Argents house? You didn't realize how much of a risk you just put yourself in?", he fussed, after I explained everything. "I was being nice. I didn't think shit was gonna go down like that!"

I sighed harshly, putting my face in my hands. "She's really thinking about getting back with Scott and I wanted her to know she had hope. That was it."

We came by the school and I stopped him. "Let me out.", I say.

He stopped and I got out of the Jeep. I noticed one car in the parking lot and I frowned. Jackson's Porsche.

"You want me to come with you?", Stiles asked.

I shook my head. "Stay here."

I walked over to the school, thankfully open. Why was he here so late? The first thing I could hear was rock music echoing in the halls. I walked towards it and found the source in the locker room.

The lights were shut off, but there was enough light coming from the windows to somewhat see. I could hear Jackson's heavy breathing. When I walked in, he was laid down on a bench and he was lifting a sixty-pound barbell, struggling. I walked over to the radio and shut it off.

"Hey, what the hell!" The barbell dropped to the floor and Jackson sat up. He glared at me as he groaned in distaste.

"I really don't get it. Why you? You've got everything Jackson, why would you want to be a werewolf?"

"Don't you have your boys to chase after, Wilson?"

I rolled my eyes. "Answer the damn question, jackass."

"What do you want?"

"I'd like a lot of things," I say, taking steps towards him. "but more importantly, I want you to leave Scott alone." He backed up as I took more steps.

"I'm not afraid of you."

"I'm not the one you should be afraid of, Jackson. Why would you want to be one?"

"Because look at McCall. He got everything because of this bite. He's got a hot girlfriend, his Lacrosse skills have gotten better, and he has these strengths that I'm sure even you'd die to have…unless you're one of them. You are, aren't you?", he rushed.

"So this is all about jealousy, Jackson? Really? Are you stupid or dumb!?", I sighed harshly. "No, I'm not. Not yet at least."

"What do you mean not yet?"

"There's a werewolf called the Alpha and he wants me in his pack. Why he wants you in his pack is beyond me. You've got too big of a head for you to understand how dangerous this shit is. Just because Scott's handling it better than you, doesn't mean he has everything he wants."

"How could you not want it?"

"Are you not understanding a word that's coming out of my mouth!?" I took a deep breath to calm down.

"Did Scott tell you about the Argents and how they're hunters? They've got silver bullets, poison bullets, crossbows and everything in between to kill you and the only thing you're hearing is that you'll be stronger and more popular? You won't be invincible! What the hell do you think Scott's been doing this entire time!?", I fussed as he flinched. "Do you want to be dead? To give up everything you own? Everything you worked for? Your Porsche, your so-called friends, your spot as co-captain, your life?"

Jackson rolled his eyes. "How bad could this all really be?"

"Scott is literally trying to balance his life between trying to stay alive and hidden from the Argents and trying to balance his life at school without freaking the fuck out. Do you understand what the Alpha has done to me? He has tried to ruin my life in the past couple of weeks. He took Derek away from us, he's trying to kill my friends, to get Scott to kill us, and he's trying to turn me.", I expressed.

"He was the one that attacked us that night at the school. It wasn't Derek, it was the Alpha!"

"Where was Derek?"

"He's been alive and kicking."

"So he's alive? This entire time? What the hell has he been doing?"

"He left us to join the alpha.", I say, looking away.

"You're in love with him, aren't you?", Jackson spoke up.

"No, and it doesn't matter.", I quickly defended. I couldn't be. He wouldn't have had time for me anyways.

He doesn't have time to babysit…

"Just get out of here, Jackson. Being alone in Beacon Hills isn't safe anymore." Jackson rolled his eyes and grabbed his keys and gym bag out of a locker.

I sighed and left the locker room, headed back toward the exit until I saw a familiar figure.

"What the hell are you doing here?", I asked, getting quickly irritated.

"Wow, you already beat me to it."

"Beat her to what?", I heard Jackson's voice behind me, his voice wobbling in nervousness.

My eyes widened as Derek looked at Jackson. He was going to turn him.

"You were going to turn him?"

"Like you said, he seems to want it, you don't.", he said, shrugging.

"Absolutely not. I thought you said, the less people in Peter's pack the better. You're being a hypocrite.", I say, tugging Jackson out to make sure he headed to his car.

After watching Jackson leave, I turned to Derek. "You better watch yourself. Kate Argent is probably still looking for you. I wouldn't go back home if I were you.", I say, making his eyes widen in shock. Finally, a real expression.

"How the fuck do you know her name?", he asked with urgency. I frowned. "You don't care, remember?", I say and walk to Stiles' jeep.