"So what are you gonna do?" Allison asked.
"I don't really know." Stiles answered honestly.
"I mean because if this is all true..." She pointed to the stack of papers in her hand.
After school the three teens had gone to Stiles' house and began researching and printing everything they could find on werewolves.
"I know." Stiles sighed in defeat, sinking further into his matress
"I mean, primal rage triggered by the moon, bloodlust and the urge to kill?" She summerized the paragraph in front of her.
"Yeah, I know."
"Did you guys see this?" Scott burst in. He had been in the bathroom for a while and they nearly forgot he was there.
"What?" Allison spun around in the desk chair to face Scott.
"It says, the color of a werewolf's eyes reflects the type of person they are. Like if a werewolf has yellow eyes," he gestured to Stiles. "It means you're a beta,"
"Beta?" Allison asked.
"I think... it's just a normal member... of the pack." He tried his best to explain. "Anyway, when you're a beta your eyes are yellow, an alpha's eyes are red but if you kill an innocent, your eyes become blue."
"Wait!" Stiles abruptly sat up on his bed. "Red eyes, you said red eyes." He pointed to Scott.
"Yeah, but only an alpha has red eyes." Scott looked the papers over once again.
"No, no. I mean yeah... wait what?" Stiles stopped to think having just confused himself. "What I'm trying to say is," He started slow. "The woman that I saw in the woods last night, I saw her in my dream and in the dream she was fighting the wolf that chased us. But they both had red eyes." Stiles eyed them questioningly.
Silence hung around for almost a minute.
"But, that was just a dream right? I mean, it can't have any realistic significance... can it?" Allison questioned.
"Stiles is a werewolf, the thought of a dream being real, I don't think that's impossible." Scott said.
Silence fell once again as they all paused to think. Every fact circling their brains, them trying to put it all together. They were all smart enough to know that clearly there were other parts missing. Significant parts.
"We've gotta find that woman." Allison said.
"Why?" Scott asked.
"If she's an alpha like we think, then she's the only one who can help us get answers."
"But, why do we need answers?" Scott asked. "I mean, yeah, Stiles is a werewolf, he's got superhuman speed, strength and reflexes. What questions need answers?"
"Scott's right." Stiles spoke. "We know what... this... is. We know alot now, thanks to the internet."
"We don't even know how accurate this stuff is." Allison pointed out.
"But we have an idea." Stiles continued. "So why go looking for answers when we can figure it out on our own?"
"Because look at you, Stiles. It's only five o'clock and you're already struggling to keep in control." Stiles openned his mouth to object but she continued. "Don't try and deny it, I can see it in your face. If you don't find out how to stop it, how to keep yourself from going out and killing someone, then whatare you gonna do?" She gave a good question.
"We've got it covered." Scott answered with a smug expression on his face. He stood up and walked over to Stiles' closet pulling out a tan bag and dropping it at Allison's feet.
"What is this?" She asked reaching for the bag.
"Plan 'A'." Scott said, pride in his voice.
Allison openned the bag and reached in, pulling her hand back with a set of thick chains.
"Seriously?" She asked.
"It's a perfect plan, all we have to do is chain him up tight enough so that he can't get out and hurt anyone."
"You two are ridiculous, where did you even get this?"
"Doesn't matter. It'll work." Stiles said seriously.
"No, it wont. But you wont change your minds." She said walking toward the door.
"Wait, you're leaving?" Stiles called, abruptly sitting forward.
"If we're gonna sit here with you chained up like an animal, then we should probably take some precautions. I'm gonna go get some of my dad's weapons."
"Woah, you're gonna shoot me?" He stood flaberghasted.
"Only, if you try to kill us." She said innocently and Stiles couldn't deny that that was one sexy sounding threat on his physical well being.
"Oh, can I get a shotgun?" Scott asked and Stiles gaped at him.
"Oh my God." Stiles yelled. "You've always wanted to shoot me haven't you?"
Scott shrugged at him. "You have your moments."
"Stiles don't worry." Allison said. "I'm not gonna give an unexperienced minor a shotgun."
"Thank you." He sighed and fell onto his bed.
"Newbie's always start of with ring daggers." She said and disappeared before Stiles could glare at her.
"Scott if you stab me, I'll remove your eyebrows with duct tape." Stiles threatened.
"It was a joke. Geez lighten up." Scott pushed him softly.
"That's kinda hard with a symphony of pain in my brain." Stiles grit his teeth.
"Does it really hurt that bad?"
"Probably alot more than you think." He fell to one knee.
He could feel the change creeping up his spine as the moon got closer. Time's already running out.
"Get the chains." Stiles said.
"I thought we were gonna wait until it got dark." Scott questioned.
"We wont make it that long."
Allison gripped her crossbow tighter, her knuckles turning completely white as she hears the sounds of the night around her.
The wind howled and whistled and the dry leaves rustled when they were blown in circles. The trees stood menicingly tall around her. And the dark sky screamed danger.
She could feel eyes on her, hear animals making noise around her. There was something out here with her, but what or who?
She startled at the sound of her own footstep and then scolded herself for being a wuss. Only to have heart nearly explode out of her chest again when her phone rang. She hurriedly pulled the phone from her pocket and answered it.
"Scott, what!" She screamed under her voice.
"Uhm, where are you?" He sounded panicked.
"What's happening?" She asked in return.
" It's happening... right now."
"Are you guys okay?"
"Yeah, for now. Stiles is going wild and I would really feel better with one of those guns you were supposed to bring an hour ago." He slid down the wall until he was sitting on the floor.
"About that... I'm gonna be a while."
"Why? Did you get caught?"
"No, I'm out in the woods."
"Alone?" Scott got loud.
"I'm going to find the woman and see if she can help."
"Allison, we nearly died the last time we were out there and that was with three of us."
"Scott, I have to do this, because neither of you two will."
"And where do I tell Stiles you are?"
"Lie to him, tell him the truth, why do you think I care?"
'Because you like him and he likes you.' Scott thought to himself.
"I know you care because you're out there risking your life to find him help."
"What makes you think I'm trying to help him? Maybe I'm just saving my own ass." She scolded him and Scott couldn't find an answer to that.
"What are you doing here?" Came a voice behind Allison.
"Who was that?" Scott asked louder. "Allison, who was that?"
"I have to go." She hung up.
"Wait, Allison!" He sighed and put his phone away.
When Scott walked back into Stiles' room he was gone. The chains were on the floor and the window was open.
'Where the hell did he go?'
"This is private property." He said.
"Oh, sorry I was just.. looking for someone." Allison excused.
"Leave, don't ever come back here." He threatened.
"Alright!" Allison glared at him. "I'm going." She turned to leave.
"Now, now, Derek." She heard turning back to spot a woman now standing next to the guy who now stood with his head slightly hung. "Is that a way to treat a guest?" The woman sighed. "Forgive my son's brash behavior, he's always been kind of disfunctional when it comes to strangers."
Allison couldn't tear her eyes away from the two before her.
"Ehem." She cleared her throat. "To what do we owe the pleasure of a visit from an Argent?"
Allison's questions only grew now. Thousands of them swam through her head and she couldn't seem to find her voice long enough to ask even one. "What... how... uhm." She stutterred shaking her head.
"Your weapon, dear. Argent hunters have always had a thing for bows... and for Beacon Hills. And I can smell it in your scent." She confirmed.
"Hunters?" Allison questioned.
"Oh." The woman said in surprise. "Oh, my. They havn't told you yet." She sighed.
"Who? And told me what?" Allison questioned on.
"I'm sorry, dear. It's not my place to say. I'm afraid you'll have to take it up with your family." She said strongly and Allison could sense that, that was the best she would get on the subject. "Now, may I ask what you're doing here, young huntress?"
"I'm-I'm looking for someone. A woman. My friend saw her here last night."
"You're here on behalf of Mr. Stilinski."
"Who?" Allison asked.
"Stiles." She said more clearly.
"Oh." She sighed. "Yes." She got more excited. "Are you..."
"Yes, I'm the woman."
"And are you..."
"Yes, I'm an alpha."
"Okay, so..."
"Your friend was recently bitten and he wants help finding a cure." Derek interupted.
"Not exactly. He and my stepbrother (his bestfriend) want to try and figure things out on their own. I suggested we find you and get help but those two are as stubborn as mules."
"Of course they are, they're boys." The woman winked eliciting a giggle from Allison.
"So, can you help him?" Allison asked. When she said him she couldn't help hear Scott's words in her head again. ' I know you care because you're out there risking your life to find him help. '
Before the woman could answer Allison's phone rang again.
"Scott! What!" She said in the same tone.
"Stiles is gone." He sounded like he was running. "When I got off the phone with you I went into the room and he was gone."
"You left him alone?" She scolded.
"I didn't know he'd break free that quickly."
"Well, where is he?" She asked.
"How the hell am I supposed to know?"
"You were the last one to see him."
"That doesn't mean I can track him."
"Well we need to find him."
"Ms. Argent." The woman called. "I don't think that's necessary."
"Why not?" Allison shifted her attention to the woman.
"Because he's coming." She said.
"How do you know that?"
"Besides the smell, I can hear him, feel him, sense him."
"Scott I think he's coming here." Allison said into the phone. "Get here now!"
"Wait, where exactly ishere?" Scott asked but she had already hung up.
The woman could feel Derek's aggression, and Allison's anxiety. The all kept turning and looking around but none of them saw anything.
Until Stiles came falling into a fighting stance. He was fully wolfed out; claws, fangs, hairy face and all. He took a defensive stance in front of Allison to protect her while expelling an aggressive attitude toward the other two.
Stiles growled at them and Derek growled back.
"Allison, run." Stiles said, his words sharp as his teeth.
"Wait, Stiles, they're gonna help us." Allison grabbed his shoulder but he just shook her hand off.
"Leave." He snarled again.
Derek seemed to find a fighting stance of his own.
"Ms. Argent." The woman called. "I think it best that you leave, things here might get a bit out of control."
Stiles let out an agitated huff and silence fell over them like snowfall. Not a breath herd not a movement felt. Who's to say they didn't stand frozen like that for an hour.
Breathing began to pick up suddenly and Derek couldn't hold his anger anymore. "Come on!" Derek screamed.
Stiles kicked away from the ground propelling himself toward Derek in a rushed fasion with his claws out ready to kill.
Even with all his new found speed Allison beat Stiles to the punch. She was a blur for a moment and Stiles almost didn't stop himself.
Much like Stiles had done just moments ago Allison now stood defensively in front of her new found allies.
Stiles came to a halt, his claws only inches from Allison's face and Allison herself not showing an ounce of fear when she didn't flinch.
Stiles took two rushed steps back as he faded back to his normal self. Once back he dropped to a kneeling position, breath heavy, and body heavier.
Allison couldn't help herself from giving into her soft spot for the teen wolf and dropping to her hands and knees right next to him.
Her right hand found his back and began rubbing in a cirlcular motion.
"I'm sorry." Stiles breathed heavily. "I'm so sorry." He looked up revealing a completely sorrowfull face and Allison felt a pang in her chest immediately.
"You were just protecting me. I get it." She tried to make him feel better.
'No, you really don't.' He thought to himself. "I'm so sorry." He repeated.
"You said that." Allison said.
"I'm sorry."
"Stop appoligizing." She said standing up and pulling out her phone to dial Scott.
"Stiles." The woman came over. "Are you calm yet?" She asked even though she already knew.
"I don't know." He shook his head.
"Could you stand up?" She asked.
Stiles looked up at her and then stood.
"My name is Talia Hale." She said. "This is my son, Derek." She introduced and Derek grunted.
"You're an alpha." Stiles said. "I can feel it, the power."
"Yes, I am. And I want to help you." She said.
"Why?" Stiles asked.
"Because no one else will. Because I'd rather not see another teenager die because of somthing beyond their control. Because I don't want you to have the blood of your friends on your hands. I can teach you control." She replied.
"How?"
"By finding an anchor."
"An anchor?"
"An anchor is something or someone that you can think about to keep yourself human." Derek interupted.
"And you can teach me?" Stiles asked.
"Yes." Talia nodded.
"What if I don't want to?"
"You don't have a choice." Derek said.
"Why not?" Stiles asked slightly angrily.
"Because, this is the only way you'll live."