With a tremendous thud yet another player for the Beacon Hills Lacrosse team had been taken out, and yet again me and Erica burst out laughing.

Was it a little strange for us to be laughing at our own school's failures in what was a very serious lacrosse match? Probably. But most of these guys had been dicks to me and Erica up until our recent makeovers, thus I felt very justified in laughing at them all whenever the giant on the other team took one of them out. And besides, they'd all forgive us anyway. We were both beautiful after all, and that's how high school worked.

At the bottom of the stands, the coach was having a mental breakdown, but what else was new. It was however, particularly entertaining tonight, as me and Erica laughed away at the show being put on for us by the lacrosse players. Even Boyd was smirking from next to us, offering a few comments here and there. He clearly knew his stuff when it came to lacrosse, but me and Erica were more focused on the mocking comments he made about the players and how he could now do so much better than them all. Then again, all three of us could probably take on both teams together if we were to use our Werewolf abilities. But this show was far more entertaining for now.

Just then another player went down and the medics rushed on for the fifth or sixth time that game. The crowd leaned forward with anticipation, to see whether the Beacon player would be able to play on, or would have to be taken off. But while everyone else frowned with concern, me, Erica and Boyd were grinning with anticipation. Finally the referee blew his whistle and the medics pulled the boy onto the stretcher to be taken away. The crowd leaned back, as did me and my fellow wolves. Only we were chuckling while the crowd sighed uneasily.

"I can't feel my legs," groaned out the player on the stretcher, which I heard perfectly with my hearing and burst out laughing once more.

"What is it?" Erica asked, grinning with anticipation as she looked to me. I leaned over, whispering and she then burst out laughing too. It was reasonable to say at this point that this was the best lacrosse game me and Erica had ever gone to. Normally we sat quietly in the stands and reacted to very little, if we went at all. And usually before or after we'd end up getting harassed by someone, whether it was the players or Lydia and her cronies. But it was different now. Lydia was no longer the top bitch. We were.

As our laughter died, I looked back down at Coach, who was checking up on Danny. The boy likely had a concussion from the looks of it, and there was also something about the smell in the air that gave me that impression also…weird. Regardless, Coach was trying to get him to play, and as he sent Danny back onto the field he threw him a stick, only to then be told he needed one more player.

"Where's Stilinski?" Coach then began to ask, looking across the bench for the one player he never used.

I nudged Erica. "Looks like your crush might be about to finally get some action," I teased.

"You have a crush?" Boyd asked with a grin. "Who is it?"

"Nobody," Erica blushed.

"It's Stiles," I answered for her, not that Erica seemed to mind. We trusted each other naturally now that we were in a Pack together. I'd first noticed it with Issac but it had become more clear with Boyd after he joined. He'd slipped into our group so easily, becoming near instant friends with all of us to the point that it was like he'd never not been in our lives. That was our Pack Bond, the one that made us all a family, with Derek at the head of that family as the Alpha.

"Seriously," Boyd scoffed like a big brother. "You could do way better than that guy."

"Shut up," Erica laughed, swatting Boyd's knee as we joined in on her laughter.

"I'm serious, heck even I'm a better choice than Stiles Stilinski!" argued Boyd with a playful smile.

"You're better than so many boys, Boyd. Everyone else just hasn't realised it yet," I pointed out, to which Boyd shrugged modestly.

"I know," he replied with a smirk, before we all started laughing again.

It was while we were laughing away, that Coach spotted us, or more specifically Boyd and started shouting over to us. At first I'd thought it was to shout at us, to vent after loosing so many players and to tell us to quit laughing at them all – which was never going to happen. But then he said something that changed the mood of our trio very quickly.

"You play lacrosse?" Coach shouted up to Boyd.

Boyd looked to us, face more than a little surprised and mouth open. Mine and Erica's expression reflected his pretty much, until he started grinning. He went to stand but my hand landed on his leg before he could, pushing him back down. "Uh-uh," I warned with a serious look to Boyd. "Derek won't like this."

"Yeah," Boyd said in acknowledgement. "But I will."

"Boyd–" I hissed, trying to keep him down, but he forced himself up before I could stop him. And once he was up it was too late to stop him without drawing attention. My face dropped into my hands and I felt Erica's reassuring hand on my back as Boyd removed his jacket, getting ready to play while the Coach cheered, eager to get back to the game.

"It'll be all right," Erica whispered to me.

"I hope so," I groaned before spreading my fingers so I could look through the gap at Erica. "Otherwise Derek's gonna kill me."

"Why, it's not your fault," Erica pointed out before her voice took on an edge. "And besides, if he does, I'll beat the crap out of Boyd."

I dropped my hands, grinning up at her from my hunched position on the bench. "So I get killed and the best you do is beat up the guy responsible?"

"All right, fine, I'll rip off his nuts as well," Erica offered with a sly grin. "And then do the same to every guy in school."

"That's more like it," I said, laughing along with her before she leaned over to hug me. It was nice, and took me away from the unfortunate turn of events before I then saw Boyd run out onto the field and groaned again. When this was over I was going to have to tell Derek. He would shout at me. And then I'd shout at Boyd. Probably rough him up a little as well during training.

It'll be the last time he disobeys me, that'll be fore sure, I told myself before I noticed Erica standing up from next to me. I looked up, finding her about to leave me until I called after to her. "Hey." She looked back down at me, confused as to why I'd stopped her until I asked, "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go and look for Stiles," Erica explained, looking back at me with a grin that said she knew something that I didn't.

"May I ask, 'why?'" I asked, curious as to what she'd figured out without me.

With her grin still in place, Erica lunched into her explanation. "Stiles has never left the bench while Scott's playing, not since he became a Werewolf. And even before that, he's always sat right there in case he gets the chance to play." As she said it, Erica pointed to the exact spot where Stiles always sat on the bench. "Now he's got that chance and he's no where to be seen? Something's not right." I had to admit, she made a good case. But then again, only my loving obsessive sister would notice something like that when it came to Stiles Stilinski.

"So I'm gonna go and look for him. That okay with you?" Erica asked, motioning with her thumb towards the school, where she intended to start her search I presumed.

"Yeah, sure," I said with a supportive grin. "I'll stay here and keep an eye on Boyd. You go after your crush" I then added teasingly before she leaned down to give me a warm hug.

"Have I told you recently that you're the best sister ever?" she asked rhetorically.

"Not nearly enough," I said, patting her back before she pulled away from me, smiling as she descended the stands and headed off towards the school in search of Stiles. And no sooner had she left, did my phone go off, indicating I had a text message.

Pulling out my phone, I found that it was from Derek. It said to leave the stands and come and meet him in the school parking lot. Since it was from my Alpha I didn't question it and rose to leave. The only reason I hesitated was because of Boyd. But he seemed to be doing fine. Plus Scott was out there on the field with him. Let him deal with a fraction of my problems for one game and keep an eye on Boyd for me. I blew him a kiss and wink as a thank you – not that he noticed, too caught up in his game – and then left to meet Derek.

I found him in the parking lot like he'd said, leaning against his car as I approached him. I was the first to speak, "What's up boss?"

There was a thin smile on his lips, apparently pleased with himself or maybe looking forward to something as he met my gaze. "I need you to find Stiles. I need to have a word with him."

I stop in front of him, frowning. "Why?" I asked with a quizzical look on my face. Then a thought came to me and my jaw dropped. "You're not going to bite him are you?"

Derek laughed, genuinely laughed at what I'd said. "In his dreams maybe," Derek finally answered before turning back to his minor serious mode. "No, I just want to have a little chat with him."

"About what?" I asked, knowing full well I was being noise and more than a little rude.

He smirked though, and said, "You'll find out."

Still staring at him with plenty of questions floating about my mind, I only broke eye contact when my phone beeped again. This time the text I'd gotten was from Erica. She'd found Stiles and was following him through the school. Another text then popped in. He was sneaking into the principle's office and was looking for something apparently.

"Good news, I just found Stiles for you," I said to Derek, grinning as I held up my phone towards him. He rose a questioning eyebrow. "Erica went to look for him. He's at the principle's office looking for something apparently."

Derek hummed in thought, before he made up his mind and gave me my instructions. "All right. Go and join her, and then bring Stiles to me at the swimming pool."

"With pleasure," I said, grinning with delight as I sent Erica a quick text to let her know what was happening and to keep Stiles in sight until I joined her. She didn't let me down – not that I doubted my sister for a second. I found her where she'd told me she'd be, in the hallway where the principle's office was. Although, if I hadn't known where it was, I simply could have followed the noisy sounds of Stiles rummaging through the place.

I joined Erica by the door, looking in to find an oblivious Stiles ransacking the only desk in the room, searching for something. I would guess a book, judging by the fact he was saying the word over and over again as he continued to throw bits of paper over his shoulder.

Finally giving up in a huff, Stiles leaned away from the desk, pulling out his phone as he furiously typed a message into his phone. "Nothing. Here," he said angrily as he typed, sending the message before looking up and gasping at the sight of both me and my sister. "Oh, my…"

"Hello, Stiles," Erica said, smiling away at him as she batted her eyes.

"We'd like to have a word with you," I added, grinning more menacingly than my sister.

"Oh…well…" he gulped. "That's nice of you, taking the time to sneak up on me in a quiet, empty building where no one can hear me…" Scream? I finished his sentence in my head, grin widening in amusement. "But, uh…I'm kinda busy right now so I'm gonna have to–" He made his way towards us, but he was never going to get past. As demonstrated by Erica who quickly lifted her hand to his chest, blocking him from getting through.

"Stiles," Erica said sweetly, batting her eyelashes even more than before as she gave him her cutest puppy dog eyes. "You aren't going to leave me all alone in this big, scary building, are you?" she asked innocently.

"Of course not," Stiles said with a surprising amount of certainty. "I'm going to leave you with your equally scary sister." There was the response I was expecting, I thought to myself. "No offence, Dylan," he then quickly added with a look my way.

"None taken," I replied, still grinning.

"So I'll just leave you two young ladies to show yourselves out," Stiles said, trying to slip past Erica again, only for her to shove him back into the office and towards the principle's desk.

"Now Stiles, what kind of gentleman wouldn't escort his date home?" Erica asked, sweetness now turning to attitude, hinting at a growl.

"No idea, I'll just go and find one and I'll let you know the answer." He tried to make another run for it but Erica grabbed him by the ear bringing a yelp from him as he forced himself to step back in line with her – muttering a series of painful nosies as he did.

I then stepped into the room, folding my arms as I squared up to Stiles, grinning at his pain and the fact that Erica now finally had a hold on him. "Actually, Stiles, how about you show us the pool instead," I suggested and watched as Erica's smile doubled in size. It would be nice if I could make that fantasy in her head a reality, but now wasn't the time. We were doing our Alpha's work.

"I'd be happy to draw up a map–Ahh!" he was cut off as Erica gave a sharp pull of his ear. "Or I could show you the way," he offered as Erica loosened her pull.

"We'd appreciate that, Stiles," I said, gesturing for him to lead the way. He let out a huff, but complied, Erica holding onto his ear the whole way. Which also meant we had to listen to him yelp in pain, the whole way. But it was worth it to see my sister's smile. It probably wasn't her first choice of Stiles' body parts to be holding, or even her second, but she was holding Stiles and she was milking it for all it was worth.

When we arrived at the pool Derek was waiting, basket ball in hand. He was staring down at it, but lifted his head when we entered with the yelping Stiles at the lead. Once we were close enough, Erica realised her hold on Stiles and we walked past him – though I flicked him in the ear as I passed him, earning another yelp – before we moved to Derek's side, flanking him.

"Stiles," Derek greeted him.

"Derek," Stiles grumbled back.

Derek got straight to the point, looking down at his basket ball casually as he spoke. "What did you see at the mechanics garage?" So that was what this was about. He'd mentioned the attack to us during that day's training session after school. Voicing his thoughts to the Pack like a sounding board. He mostly talked to me and Isaac, theorising about the creature that had killed Isaac's dad and how it might be related to the most recent murder. He'd also mentioned he was going to look into the case with Isaac and had obvious found out Stiles had been there at some point. Maybe even during the creature's attack. Things were starting to get interesting. Although I could tell I was paying more attention than my sister, who continued to look Stiles up and down from Derek's other side. Hormones, I thought with a roll of the eyes. Even Werewolves suffer from them.

Stiles answered Derek's question with the usual sarcasm. "Uh, several alarming EPA violations that I'm seriously considering reporting." Erica laughed, and to my surprise Derek joined in, though not as strong. He was amused though, and running his fingers along the basket ball. I grinned, knowing what was coming, as Derek pressed his fingers against the ball, claws sinking in and providing a way out for the air.

"Holy God," Stiles said, clenching up as Derek dropped the lifeless ball to the ground at our feet.

"Let's try that again," Derek said, eyes narrowing on Stiles while me and Erica continued to grin, enjoying the performance Stiles was putting on. However the show was over pretty fast.

Seeing that he had no way out other to offer up the information – and be honest about it – Stiles started to talk. "All right, the thing was pretty slick looking. Um, skin was dark. Kind of patterned. Uh, I think I actually saw scales," he listed off while me and Derek took mental notes for later discussion. "Is that enough? Okay, because I've somebody I really need to talk to."

"You're not finished talking to us yet, Stiles," Erica pointed out with a grin. Stiles glared at her, but looked back to Derek for conformation on whether he could leave or not. He had no such luck and ended up letting out a series of frustrated noises that only made Erica giggle and me grin all the more.

"All right, fine, eyes. Eyes are, um, yellowish. And slitted. Um, has a lot of teeth," Stiles continued to list off description features, all of which built an image in my head. And not a pretty one. I looked over to Erica, sensing her worry and seeing it on her face as she looked to our Alpha. He was too busy listening to notice though…until he looked up, sensing something. I was a few seconds behind but I sensed it too and looked up. Nothing was there though, but I could tell by the way the air was moving around us, the soft smell and near silent noises, that something wasn't right. Erica looked up along with us, and that was when I saw it appear, sliding up onto the railing of the staircase above Stiles like a snake. Only this snake had four limbs, a head and a tail. Just like what Stiles had described.

He was still talking but I'd blocked him out, staring in horror at the thing above him, along with Erica and our Alpha. Finally Stiles seemed to notice we were all looking up and turned to see the lizard like creature looming over him. It let out a hissing sound that seemed to resemble a roar. Stiles jumped towards us but almost tripped over himself until Erica caught him and pulled him back.

Derek stepped forward, letting out a challenging roar back at the creature, lowering himself into a fighting stance. The creature hissed again, as if accepting the challenge. But instead of lunging for Derek it went for Stiles. Without hesitation Erica shoved him behind the Pack and to safety. But left herself vulnerable as the creature scratched her with such force that it might as well have punched her, sending her flying into the wall and knocking her clean out.

"Erica!" I shouted, already running to her before I could stop myself.

"Dylan, don't!" Derek's shout was the last thing I heard before the creature caught my leg. It's own claws digging into my ankle before I collapsed.

Instantly I lost feeling in my entire body. The floor was rushing up to meet me and I could do nothing to stop it. I was paralysed. Unable to do anything as my head whacked off the tiled floor, and I was thrown into a world of darkness along with my sister.