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Heart Monitor:

I was trailing behind Scott in my Pink Plain Chunky Knit Oversized Fisherman Jumper, burgundy Rich & Royal Leggings and red Vans Authentic with my long brown hair in a messy ponytail as he led the way through the parking structure at the mall. My twin brother had begged me to come with him grocery shopping because he could never remember what it was he was meant to be buying. Scott pushed opened the door to the stairwell with his shoulder still he was carrying two plastic bags full of grocery's in each hand as I followed behind him in amusement. He stopped just outside the door and looked around the parking lot for our car as I smirked behind his back. This had been the third parking floor we had looked on but Scott hadn't yet asked me for my opinion so I continued to let him wander around hopelessly for my own enjoyment.

"Damn it." He swore under his breath as he realised that he was still on the wrong floor before turning around and motioning for me to head back to the stairwell. I smiled slightly as I ducked my head and silently went with him up another level. At the next door, he pushed it open and gestured for me to go first out into the parking lot. He smiled at me with a flourished bow as I waltzed pasted him and out into the concrete parking lot. I glanced back at him with a smirk as he looked around the level with a confused look on his face before he started walking aimlessly out further. I shook my head in amusement as I followed a few metres behind until he stopped suddenly and put down all the grocery bags he was holding. I watched as he reached into his hoodie pocket and pulled the car keys he was keeping there. One of the bags fell to the side and the carton of milk started rolling away as Scott hit the lock button on the key remote. He glanced up at the roof so I assumed that he heard the alarm with his werewolf hearing. He sighed in relief that he had found the car, when I reality all he had to do was ask me, as he leaned down to pick up the grocery bags only to see the milk was gone. He wordlessly asked me where the milk went and I pointed under the car that I had watched the milk carton roll under. My phone beeped to alert me that I had a message and I pulled it out of my bra where I was keeping it.

Derek: Go out level 1 and wait.

I rolled my eyes at the vague message but silently put the phone back in my bra and waited for some sign to go to level one of the car park. I glanced at Scott who was leaning down to get the carton of milk only to see the milk roll back of its own accord with three claw marks in it. I raised an eyebrow at it as Scott jumped up from the ground before grabbing my arm roughly and pulling me towards the stairwell.

"Go downstairs!" he ordered me and I silently nodded at him as I plastered a fake petrified look on my face. Scott gave me a chaste peak on the cheek before taking off at a speed unnatural to a human and I huff a sigh before I walked back over to where Scott dropped the groceries. I picked them up off the ground and walked them up to the car before heading down to the first level where Derek ordered me to wait for them. I found Derek's sleek black Camaro and leant against the passenger side door as I waited for the two boys.

"What - what the hell was that?" I heard my brother demand angrily from behind me and I turned around from phone that I was playing Angry Birds on to see him and Derek walking towards me.

"Said I was gonna teach you. I didn't say when." Derek explained to him gruffly as I pushed off the car with a smile on my face.

"Hey! How did it go?" I asked them cheerfully but they both just gave me blank looks so I pursed my lips and held my hands up in surrender. They both stopped a few metres away from the car so I moved over so that I was on the car closest to them and slid onto the hood of the car.

"You scared the crap out of me." Scott said accusingly to the older werewolf as he ran his hands roughly through his hair.

"Not yet." Derek shot back at him with a ghost of a smile fleeting across his lips as he glanced at the younger wolf in his peripheral vision.

"Okay, but I was fast, right?"

"Not fast enough."

"But - but the car alarm thing, that was smart, right?" Scott asked him in frustration as his face contorted in annoyance.

"Till your phone rang." Derek allowed as he leaned on the side of car I was sitting on with his arms crossed over his broad chest.

"Yeah, but that was - I mean – "Scott fumbled for an excuse but then let out a disgruntled groan when he realised that it was true. "What happened the other night, Stiles' dad getting hurt, that was my fault. I should have been there to do something. I need you to teach me how to control this."

"Look, I am what I am because of birth. You were bitten. Teaching someone who was bitten takes time. I don't even know if I can teach you."

"What do I have to do?"

"You have to get rid of distractions. You see this?" Derek asked as he held up Scott's phone for him to see the screen. I couldn't see from where I was but I was willing to bet that it was Allison that was causing the problem. "This is why I caught you. You want me to teach you? Get rid of her."

"What, just because of her family?" Scott asked him and I rolled my eyes at his stupid just before Derek hurdles Scott's phone at the closest wall and I gaped at the fallen remains in shock. "Wait - wait - whoa - whoa!"

"You getting angry? That's your first lesson. You want to learn how to control this, how to shift, you do it through anger, by tapping into a primal animal rage, and you can't do that with her around." Derek explained as Scott's face went passive but his eyes held copious amounts of anger.

"I can get angry."

"Not angry enough. This is the only way that I can teach you. Now, can you stay away from her? At least until after the full moon?"

"If that's what it takes." Scott said positively to the older man but I chuckled lightly from my seat on the car and Scott glared at me so I covered my mouth with my hand and tried to look apologetic even though I wasn't.

"Do you want to live? Do you want to protect your friends? Yes or no?" Derek asked the beta werewolf in front of him.

"Yes. If you can teach me, I can stay away from her." My brother said sharply and I could tell he was trying to mean it but I felt that it wasn't going to be that easy for him.

At the school the next day, I walked into the cafeteria in my River Island Black corduroy dungaree skater skirt, Pink Nerd-Tastic T Shirt, Tom Ford Eyewear Thick Square Eyeglasses/Black and Rock & Candy Spraypaint Boots with my long brunette hair up in a tidy bun. I carried my apple over to the table where Lydia and Allison were sitting together eating lunch.

"The what of who?" I heard Lydia ask Allison as I sat down next to her at the table.

"The beast of Gevaudan." Allison repeated herself for the strawberry blonde before turning to me with a warm smile that showed off her dimples. "Hey, Sophie."

"Hi, Allie. Lydia. Lydia, why are you looking at me like that?" I asked my best friend as she narrowed her eyes at me and pursed her lips. I leaned away from her slightly as I watched her cautiously for any signs of aggression since Lydia was a scratcher.

"What are you wearing?" she finally asked me as she made a point to look my outfit up and down critically. I rolled my eyes at her as I bit into my apple now that I knew it was safe to continue about my day.

"I ran out of contacts so I had to wear my glasses. I decided to make it a theme." I explained to her innocently with a shrug and she just continued to study me for a moment before nodding her head in acceptance.

"Well, I think you look cute." Allison told me and I smiled at her brightly before biting into my apple again.

"What are we talking about?" I asked my friends curiously when I noticed that giant book in Allison's hand that looked to be decades old.

"My family history. Listen. "A quadruped wolf - like monster, prowling the Auvergne and south Dordogne areas of France during the year 1764 to 1767. La Bete killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that the King Louie the 15th sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it." Allison recited from the book excitedly as I listened attentively and Lydia barely paid attention to her.

"Boring." Lydia said with a pout as she picked at the salad in front of her and I spared her a brief smile before turning back to Allison. I was morbidly fascinated with her family's history but that was probably because I knew that it was true.

""Even the church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan.""

"Still boring." She concluded after thinking about it for a moment and I chucked lightly at her as I chewed my apple.

""Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid.""

""Slipping into a coma" bored."

""While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape - shift into a man - eating monster.""

"Any of this have anything to do with your family?" I asked her even though I knew that it did and Lydia nodded her head impatiently in agreement with me.

"This. "It is believed that la Bete was finally trapped and killed by a renown hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature." His name was Argent." Allison informed us with a small proud smile on her lips and I smiled back a little in response.

"Your ancestors killed a big wolf. So what?" Lydia asked carelessly as she shrugged her shoulder and I slapped her arm for being rude.

"Not just a big wolf. Take a look at this picture. What does it look like to you?" Allison asked us as she held up the book for us to look at the picture. Lydia and I both leaned forward in our seats to get a good look at the drawing on the page. I studied the drawing of the shadowed figure that looked like an overgrown wolf that stood on two legs and had glowing red eyes. The werewolf in the picture was surrounded by dying humans and I pursed my lips together in a tight line to stop from shuddering at the similarities between the Alpha and the werewolf in the picture. "Lydia?" I heard Allison ask curiously and I snapped out of my stupor to look at my best friend in the seat next to me. Lydia. The strawberry blonde girl was staring at the picture with the same blank look that I had been so I frowned at her.

"Lydia." I said to her as I gently touched her arm and she jumped slightly as she moved her arm from under mine.

"It looks - like a big - wolf. See you in History." She said with a smirk as she got up from the table and hurried off somewhere. Allison and I shared a look before I shrugged at her and continued eating as if nothing had happened.

"Jack!" I called out to my best friend as I caught sight of him walking across the grass with a couple of other guys on the lacrosse team. I ran to catch up to them as Jackson turned to see who was calling his name even though I was the only one to ever call him Jack. I slowed down as I approached them and saw the genuine smile that stretched across Jackson's face. I took the time to glance at his face and saw the dark circles under his eyes and the paleness of his skin.

"Hey, Soph." he said as I got closer to them and picked me up in a hug as I wrapped my arms around his neck. He put me back on the ground and motioned for the other guys to go on without him before turning back to me with a half-smile. I linked my arm through his as we turned to walk behind the bleachers.

"How you doing, Jackson?" I asked him in concern as I frowned at the ground in front of us and I heard him sigh next to me. Since the night I had found him half drunk in a field shooting balls into a coffee tin, I knew I had been abnormally concerned about my male best friend but I was the only one who he may have opened up to so I had to try. I glanced up at his face as we walked to see a serious and insecure expression on his usually self-assured face.

"Do you know what it's like to be the best player on the team? To be the star? To have every single person at the game chanting your name? And then - some kid - Some kid just comes along, and then everyone starts looking at him instead of you. Do you know what that feels like?" he asked me as he peeked at me from the corner of his eye and I stopped walking so that I could turn to face him while he talked so honestly to me.

"No, I don't."

"Well, it feels like something's been - It feels like something's been stolen from you. And then you start to feel like you'd do - anything. Anything in the world to get it back." He said to me as he looked deep into my eyes and I stared back at his as I processed his words. I didn't know what to say to him in that moment so I did the only thing that I could think of to make him feel even the tiniest bit better. I took his hand in my smaller one and squeezed it comfortingly and he looked down at our entwined hands with a small smile.

"Haven't you ever learned there's no "I" in "team"?" I teased him lightly after a minute and he chuckled softly as he ran his free hand over his fair coloured hair.

"Yeah, but there is a "me."" He joked back at me with a familiar cocky grin and I giggled as he wrapped an arm around my waist before we started walking again. We walked past the lacrosse field and paused when we heard a grunting coming from the field. Jackson and I stopped near the end of the bleachers and I frowned when I saw my twin brother and his idiot friend standing out on the lacrosse field. Stiles was pelting lacrosse balls at Scott while the latter had his hands tied behind his back. Jackson started laughing at the scene in front of us and I soon joined in when one of the balls hit Scott straight in the stomach and he fell to one knee. We moved over so that we were leaning on the metal bleachers as we watched in amusement. Scott fell to his knees on the grass and I frowned when he broke the ties behind his back with his werewolf strength. I glanced up at Jack to see if he had noticed and saw him looking at the two of them intently and I mentally swore to myself.

I strolled into the veterinarian clinic later that night in Batman Casual Vest Top, burgundy Closed Cashmere Cardigan, TOMMY HILFIGER Jeans and a pair of Converse Chuck Taylor All Star Shoes (M3310) Hi Black Monochrome. I was whistling to myself as I used my own key to open up the front door and walked back to the examination room that we used as I classroom as well during my supernatural lessons.

"Hey, Doc! I'm here for my less… Oh!" I trailed off as I pushed open the door and saw my brother and Derek both in the room. They both turned to look at me in shock and I stared back at them with wide eyes. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked them cautiously as I crossed my arms over my chest and shifted on my feet. I saw the two of them exchange a wordless glance and my eyebrows rose in confusion because they never got along let alone had mental conversations. Scott moved to one side and I gasped when I saw Deaton beaten up and tied to a chair in the middle of the room. I moved forward and few steps in order to go and untie him but Derek stretched an arm out to stop me. I silently glared at him as his strong arm wrapped around my waist to stop me but didn't do anything because I knew that I was no match for his werewolf strength. I pushed his arm off me roughly and walked over to the other side of the room as I waited for an explanation. I took a few deep breaths to quiet the rage that was building inside of me at the sight of my mentor tied to a chair. "Explain!" I demanded from both of them once I was more in control of myself. Derek glanced at me once before he resumed his pacing of the length of the room silently so I turned to my brother with a raised eyebrow and he sighed in defeat under my harsh gaze.

"Derek thinks that Deaton is the Alpha." Scott informed me and I just stared at him for a minute before bursting out in giggles at the thought of Deaton as the Alpha. Both the boys stopped what they were doing to look at me incredulous as I laughed harder. I bent down to rest my hands on my knees and tried to stop my laughter as I took a couple of deep breaths in and out.

"I'm sorry." I got out through giggled as I glanced at the irritated look on Derek's face but I couldn't stop the giggles that escaped. Derek shook his head at me once before turning to face my brother who was cleaning the blood off of Deaton's cheek with a wet paper towel.

"Do you have a plan?" the older werewolf asked him as he took a few steps closer to him. Scott continued to clean the blood off the vet without looking up at the scowl on Derek's face.

"Just give me an hour." Scott pleaded softly as I leaned on the wall furthest away from the three of them.

"Then what?"

"Meet me at the school. In the parking lot." Scott said quietly as he finished cleaning the wound on Deaton's cheek and Derek gave him a look before shaking his head at the teen and walking away. I glanced at Scott before I decided to follow Derek out of the room.

Derek and I climbed out of his Camaro at the same time to see Scott and Stiles walking over from the beat up light blue jeep that Stiles held in such high esteem.

"Where's my boss?" Scott demanded in greeting to us and I rolled my eyes at him as I closed the passenger side door.

"He's in the back." I told them as I leaned against the door the pointed over my shoulder to the unconscious man in the backseat of the Camaro.

"Oh, well, he looks comfortable." Stiles said sarcastically and I smiled back at him sweetly although I felt bad about the uncomfortable position Deaton was in. If I was honest with myself, I felt bad about all of this but I also knew that Deaton didn't want anyone other than me to know who he really was so I kept my mouth shut. Scott and Stiles turned on their heels and headed towards the front door of the school with a pair of pliers in hand.

"Sophie! You coming?" Scott called back to me and I quirked an eyebrow at him in disbelief.

"A guy who's been a werewolf his whole life? Or you two dumbasses?" I asked myself out lout rhetorically as I pretended my hands were a scale and my brother rolled his deep brown eyes at me as I waved goodbye to them.

"Wait. Hey. What are you doing?" Derek asked them as they started walking towards the school again and they paused to turn around and look at him.

"You said I was linked with the Alpha. I'm gonna see if you're right." Scott explained before they both went into the school and I shook my head at their actions. I noticed Derek's scowl and pursed my lips together to stop from saying anything I shouldn't. I glanced down at the scar that ran across my palm and bit the inside of my cheek to stop the tears that the memory brought to my eyes. I shook off my melancholy and glanced back at Derek at the same time he was looking at me. I quirked one perfectly shaped eyebrow at him as I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against the back of Stiles jeep before running my eye down the length of his body. Before either one of us could say anything, a horrible yowling sound echoed over the school loudspeaker and I grimaced at the high pitched screeching.

"What the hell was that?" I swore as I covered my ears to try and block out the sound.

"You've got to be kidding me." Derek muttered at the same time as me and my eyes widened in understanding as to what the noise was.

"Oh, screw the Alpha. I'm gonna kill them!" I said as I pushed myself off the jeep to look at the school in disbelief. Suddenly, the ground started to shake slightly and I loud howl ripped through the air around us. I looked up at Derek in surprise and saw the half impressed, half fearful expression that passed over his face as Scott's howl faded into the night. I took a deep breath and mentally counted to ten so that the rage that was building in my stomach sunk down lower and I didn't maim my twin brother and Stiles when they came out of the school. I turned away from the school as I closed my eyes and ran a hand threw my messy hair.

"I'm gonna kill both of you. What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?" Derek snapped at someone behind me and I turned back around to see Scott and Stiles approaching with goofy smiles on their faces.

"Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud." Scott said to us but he didn't sound apologetic about it at all.

"Yeah, it was loud. And it was AWESOME." Stiles cheered in a singsong voice and I walked closer to them with scowl on my face.

"Shut up." Derek said to him simply as I got closer to Scott and Stiles.

"Don't be such a sour wolf." Stiles said to him just as I started punching Scott in the arm.

"Ow! What the hell, Sophie?!" he asked me as I kept punching him over and over again but I didn't answer him. Instead, I moved my punching over to Stiles' arm and repeatedly punched him as he squirmed under me. I let go of him with a shake of my head and ignored the looks all the boys were giving me. "What'd you do with him?" Scott suddenly asked Derek and I turned to look at him in confusion before we all looked in the back of the Camaro only nothing was their anymore. We all looked at each other for a second before Derek jerked forward suddenly. I watched with wide eyes as blood started rushing out of his mouth and I felt tears enter my eyes. The Alpha had his claws plunged into Derek's back and I scrambled backwards away from him. Scott grabbed my arm and pulled with him and Stiles up the small hill towards the front door to the school. I felt the tears running down my cheeks as Stiles pushed me into the school and he and Scott clambered in after me. The three of us all looked at each other before rushing to the door and peeking out the window to see if we could see anything outside.