"What do you mean? Like, another person?" Allison asked from outside as I made my way to the front door, careful not to make too much noise and reveal myself to soon.

"Yeah," Scott murmured, daze in his voice, like he wasn't completely focused on the conversation but on his other senses instead.

"Do you know who it is?" the other boy asked as I opened up the door and stepped out onto the blackened porch, smirking as they all stared at me. I recognised the boy and his voice now, it was Stiles – Erica's high school crush. I'd have to be careful with that one, for now. But Scott and Allison were fair game. One was a fellow Werewolf and the other a Hunter, sworn to kill me and anyone else like me. I sized her up, no sign of weapons and without them she'd have no chance against me.

"You?" Scott said as he stepped forward.

"Hello, Scott," I said with flirtatious smirk.

"Isn't that the girl from school?" Allison asked, stepping up to Scott's side. She was whispering but I could hear her easily.

"Yeah," Scott agreed, still stunned by my appearance.

"Is she-" Allison began to ask but I quickly cut in smugly.

"Yes, Allison. I am." Her gaze shot to me and a chuckle tickled my throat as I stepped off the porch with a carefree attitude, hopping off the last step. "Does that mean you're going to kill me now? That's what you Hunters do, right? Kill Werewolves," I said as I began to advance on the group of three.

"I wouldn't-" Allison began with a shaking voice before I cut in sharply.

"So I guess that means I'll have to kill you first then." I let my claws come out, still a few paces away from them and got ready to pounce when Scott stepped in front of Allison. Her defensive little guard dog. I laughed at that, taking a step back in good faith and letting my claws retract. "You're so whipped," I teased. "Though I do love Romeo and Juliet…" I tilted my head to the side, eyeing the couple with a tormenting smirk. "Sad ending though." I watched as they made the connection, both sharing a worried look as I smiled.

"All right, look enough of your little Werewolf mind games," Stile cut in as he stepped forward. I turned to him with a mixture of surprise and amusement. I knew the boy could ramble, Erica had told me as much, but I'd never had believed he was confident enough to stand up to a Werewolf like me. Maybe it was just because he was friends with a Hunter and another Werewolf. "We're looking for Lydia, have you seen her?"

I tilted my head up, finger going to my chin as I pretended to think it over. "Lydia…Lydia…" I murmured as I began to slowly walk towards him. "Oh! You mean the spoiled, little, bratty, red-head, that not only ruined my life but my sister's as well, and torments anyone she doesn't deem as popular or cool. The same bitch that is now running around these woods naked with half a bag of marbles?" I asked, with each step my voice getting louder and angrier as I slowly listed of all of Lydia's lovely qualities until I was face to face with Stiles. The boy took a step back, but I continued to advance on him, lips snarling as if ready to bite into him. I could feel Scott watching me in case I made a move, but he stuck by Allison, prioritising his girlfriend over his best friend. At the last second my eyes began to glow a furious golden amber and Stiles gaped in fright before the glow faded and I smiled sweetly at him.

"Haven't seen her."

Stiles let out a frustrated sigh as he glared at me, slapping his arms against his sides. "You're funny, you know that?" he said sarcastically as he looked over to Scott and Allison before returning his gaze to me. I began to pout as if I'd been offended.

"Stiles. You're really hurting my feelings." I then shoved him with force and he stumbled back a god few meters before finally falling over, the sound of mechanical movements followed. I frown for the briefest of seconds before I heard Allison yelp and turned to see Scott hanging upside down, a wire holding one of his legs up in the air. I laughed, and Allison and Stiles joined in, though not a strong. "Now that's funny," I said as my laughter began to die, and I turned my attention to a softly smiling Allison. Her smile dropped when she saw the sinister look in my eye.

"And now that your boyfriend here is out the way. I get to kill my first Hunter." I quickly whipped out my claws and advanced while Scott yelled at me to stop. I ignored him, he couldn't stop me. I might have let Lydia get away, but Allison was just as bad as her, miss popular from the moment she arrived. She'd never had to feel the way I did, and she deserved to suffer for that alone. She backed away but tripped and I straddled her, pinning her to the ground and ready to kill her with one quick slash across the throat.

"DON'T!" Scott shouted out desperately from behind me, my hand now raised up in the air. Then I stopped. Not because of Scott's desperate cries. No, I'd cried much more than that and never gotten any sympathy. I stopped at the sound of footsteps coming our way and the smell of three new scents. My head shot up, eyes scanning the forest. Scott had stopped screaming, doing the same. From the sound of the foot steps, and the scent they were giving off, I assumed three adult men, one of which had a similar scent to Allison. My best bet. Hunters.

"Someone's coming," Scott murmured. I didn't miss a beat, leaping up to my feet and darting back towards the burnt house while Scott told his friends to hide. I did the same, getting into the house and closing the door quietly before crouching down against it so I could hear what was going on outside. I wasn't ready to fight hunters, I wasn't an idiot. Allison I could handle, but these ones more than likely had weapons and were fully trained. It would be a slaughter. So I waited inside the safety of the house and listened to see if I could get any useful information.

"Scott?" one of the men said from outside.

"Mr. Argent," Scott replied. So I had been right about the scent, it had been someone related to Allison, her father. Judging by the distance of their voices, Mr. Argent must have been right next to Scott. From a rough guess, judging by the beating hearts I assumed the two other Hunters were hanging back. As for Allison and Stiles, they'd taken cover behind some tree, presumably out of sight.

I then refocused my hearing on the conversation between Scott and Mr. Argent, deciding that was where my attention should be. But I kept an ear out for any movement from the other two Hunters, just in case.

"How are you doing?" Mr. Argent asked Scott.

"Good. You know, just hangin' out…Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting." The joys of small talk, especially with the girlfriend's dad. Something no one had to ever experience with my dad, as me and Erica had never had a boyfriend.

"What are you doing out here, Scott?"

"Looking for my friend," Scott said, more defiantly compared to his previous comments. The way I would have spoken if anyone attempted to threaten Erica, especially now.

"Ah, that's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she? Part of the clique? Is that the word you use? Or is there another way to put it?" A pause. "Part of your Pack?" Wait. Did they think Lydia was turning into a Werewolf? That would have explained the scream that was like a howl. She might have been in the middle of transforming. But surely if Derek had bitten her he would have told me. And he hadn't told me about any special scream Werewolves had. She had to be something different.

"Actually, clique sounds about right to me," Scott replied tightly.

"I hope so. 'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special circumstance, such as yourself – one, I can handle. Not two." Another pause. So that was why Scott was so cosy with Allison, because she was keeping him safe from the Hunters. The word, 'whipped,' didn't nearly qualify. He was on a leash, like Allison's little puppy. And if he stepped out of line she'd have him killed.

"Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?" Mr. Argent suddenly asked.

"I have a feeling I don't want to," Scott muttered back.

"A medical term for amputating somebody at the waist. Cutting them in half. Takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that." Just hearing about it made my stomach turn. The idea of someone's body lying in two parts, guts, bone, blood and God knows what else leaking out from both halves. I took a calming breath, settling my stomach before Mr. Argent continued. "Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary." And with that Mr. Argent and the Hunters left.

Allison and Stiles came out of hiding first, helping Scott to free himself from the Hunter's trap. As for me, I remained hidden just in case. A minute passed and then I stood up, opening the door slowly before peering out into the gloomy forest. Once I was sure it was clear, I stepped out to see the group of three making their way towards the house. I met their gaze and stepped off the porch, stopping at the base of the stairs as they stopped a few feet away.

"You okay?" Scott asked sincerely which shocked me admittedly. I frowned at him, trying to work out his angle and why he was pretending to be nice to me. Eventually I nodded though, making a show of folding my arms when in fact I was hugging myself, suddenly feeling very cold. "Did Derek turn you?"

"What's it to you?" I snapped with a glare at my fellow Werewolf.

"I just want to talk," Scott pleaded.

"Really? You want to talk? Or do you want to steal me from Derek's Pack, so you can form your own?" I accused, pushing my hip out to the side as I continued to glare at the three.

"This has nothing to do with Packs," Scott said defensively.

"No, it does, Scott," I said as I took a single threatening step towards him, making sure he felt the full wrath of my glare. "'Cause unlike you and your friends, I've never had a clique. All I ever had was my sister. No one else ever lifted a finger to help me or her, until Derek came along. So now I have a Pack, and I'll chose my Pack over you any day." I turned to leave but Scott reached out and grabbed my arm, holding me back so he could talk more.

"We're on your side," Scott pressed with a friendly look in his eye.

"We just want to help you," Allison spoke up, almost naively.

"Trust us. You don't know what you're caught up in. You better off with us than Derek. I can help you, keep you safe from the Hunters, make sure you don't get caught up in some stupid war. Just come with us and I promise you'll be safe," Scott said with a pointed look. I was ashamed to say I did, for a moment, consider going with them. Hearing them out and possibly even abandoning Derek all together. Then I remembered everything I'd been through and how even when Scott and Stiles where nobodies they still avoided me and Erica like the plague. So, I asked the one question that I knew would shut them up.

"What's my name?" I asked simply.

I then watched as each of their eyes widened, suddenly realising that none of them in fact knew who I was. "Right there, that's why I'm staying with Derek. He knows my name." I pulled my arm from Scott's hold, but he didn't try very hard to hold on, still stunned by the fact I'd shut him down with just one question. I walked off a few paces then looked back over my shoulder at the group of three, all looking shamefully at the forest floor.

"It's Dylan by the way."

And with that I walked off into the night.