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RAEGAN MCCALL

Grinning at Argent, I moved closer to Jackson and said, "I'm not sure what you mean, Mr. Argent. But whatever you want to know, you're not gonna get it from Jackson. He's completely wasted." I began to help Jackson up; he didn't resist. "In fact, I should probably take him back to the dance. His date is probably worrying about him."

Argent wasn't dense. He knew exactly who Jackson's date was. Overprotective, hunter-father is definitely going to know who is taking his daughter out. I wasn't good with threats (wasn't even a threat, just stating facts), but hopefully he would let us go.

What the hell was I thinking? This is Chris Argent. Since when has he been a pushover? The answer is never, in case you have Scott's mentality.

"Oh," he smiled. "This will only take a minute."

Mother fucker.

I tried to smile back, but it wasn't working.

"I'll tell you," Jackson said suddenly, looking up at the hunter.

Cock sucker mother fucker.

I chuckled and patted Jackson, "He already knows you're drunk, Jackson. No need for confessions. This isn't a taxi cab."

Argent chuckled, "My, my, Raegan, you sound as if you're trying to hide something from me. But you wouldn't do that, would you? I mean it's not like you have anything to hide." He finished with that smile permanently attached to his face.

I shook my head, "No sir. Nothing to hide. I just think this isn't the right time, considering there's a drunk minor. I should get him home. Surely you understand, Mr. Argent. Don't you?" I asked him with a smile as well.

Two could smile at this game. See what I did there? Even in the face of Argent, my comedic being shines.

He continued to smile, "Of course I do."

I didn't trust that smile. I just needed to get Jackson out of here before he started spouting off things. I didn't know how sober he was, but I was going to milk this whole drunk thing for as long as I can.

Pulling Jackson towards the school, I said, "Come on, Jackson." He followed me without a word, and for a second I thought we would get out of here, but nothing is that easy, especially with hunters.

We both froze and the sound of guns being loaded.

I knew this was just to scare us. We weren't the werewolves, they didn't want us. They just wanted information from us, and unfortunately they found it. They were not about to let it slip from their fingers.

"You see, this is rather urgent," Argent explained as he walked towards us.

"Derek Hale's a werewolf," Jackson blurted out.

My eyes widened and I gripped harder onto his arm that I was holding. He pulled it away and turned to Argent. "I'll tell you anything you want to know."

"Jackson, shut up," I hissed.

Argent chuckled and walked closer to him, patting him on the shoulder. "Thank you for being so understanding, Jackson. I already knew that, but I have some questions."

"He doesn't know what he's talking about," I said quickly, trying to glare a hole through Jackson. "Let's go back to the dance, Jackson."

"The other wolf is-" he started, but I cut him off.

"Jackson, you don't know what you're messing with."

I angrily walked up to him, but was stopped when the crony stood in between us, propping his gun threateningly. I froze in fear.

To repeat myself and show you the urgency…

Mother. Fucker.

Jackson made a choking noise, "L-Look, I'll tell you anything."

Stiffly, I got out, "Jackson, don't say anything. Please," I added softly, and hoped he would listen.

Argent took this as a time to speak up. "Jackson, you can trust me. I just need you to tell me if you know who the second beta is. If you don't, then I'll be on my way."

Jackson looked at me, then back at Argent, then he repeated the action. Gulping hard, he turned towards him and said, "I'll tell you, but you have to promise that he won't get hurt."

Argent put his hand out and placed it over his heart, "I promise."

"It's…" Jackson trailed off nervously.

"Don't, please," I pleaded with him as I tried to look at him over the crony's shoulder.

Jackson avoided my attempt to look at him and finished with his head low, "Scott McCall."

I let out a breathless gasp as everything turned silent.

"Judging by your reaction, I assume this is all true," Argent said to me before addressing the both of us. "Thank you, Jackson, Raegan. You've been so much help."

Fuck. I had screwed up.

I hadn't even realized we were walking back until Jackson spoke up, "You promise? You won't hurt him?"

As Cher would say - as if!

"Of course not," Argent replied. "He's just a kid."

"What are you going to do?" Jackson asked.

Oh, did I mention I found someone slower than Scott? Yup, you guessed it. The one and only: Jackass.

"I'm going to take care of it," he answered, and gave me a meaningful look. Then he turned to Jackson and said, "Go back to the dance, Jackson. Be with your friends. Be a normal teenager." Jackson began to move, but looked back at me when he noticed I had not moved.

Argent chuckled, "I just have to tell Raegan something and then you can escort her back. Just give me a second." He turned to me and spoke, "I would've never guessed, but I suppose it makes sense. I knew you hung around Derek, but I never thought it was so close to your own home. I mean, your own brother."

When I said nothing, he began to walk away.

But I wanted to be spiteful. I wanted to get one over on him, even if it was small. I wanted to tick him off and I knew just how to.

"I thought you would figure it out sooner," I said loud enough so he could hear. "I mean, it was right under your nose. Hell, Allison is very much acquainted. I thought a father would know more about who his daughter was seeing. I guess not." With that, I turned and walked past Jackson.

I didn't have to see to know I had pissed him off, I didn't have to see how tightly his fists were clenched. I just had to get back and find Scott. I had to let him know what just happened. I had to find him fast.

We walked all the way to the entrance, when Jackson's arm shot out to grab mine. I stopped, but didn't turn to face him. "Look, he said he wasn't going to hurt him."

"Yeah, he says a lot of things," I said as I ripped my arm out of his grip and gave him a disgusted look. "You honestly have no fucking idea what you just did. Now I have to go make sure he doesn't do anything to my little brother." I opened the door to walk in, but I stopped. Since I was being spiteful today, I spun around and said, "By the way, you'd make a shitty werewolf."

With that, I stormed back into the gym.

|| Teen Wolf ||

Unfortunately, I couldn't find anyone.

Not Scott, not Allison, not Sammy, or Stiles, Lydia, not even Sammy's boyfriend.

Where the hell was everyone at?!

SAMANTHA STILINSKI

"Where do you think they are?!" I yelled.

"Let's try the lacrosse field!" Stiles yelled back, as we began running in that direction.

I was seriously worried with the Alpha still around. Neither Stiles nor I have seen Rae or Lydia for twenty minutes, and I had a bad feeling in my gut. I hope they're alright. Because if any of my friends got hurt, this would officially be the crappiest day of my life.

Stiles and I arrived at the lacrosse field to find Lydia stumbling away from Peter.

"LYDIA!" Stiles yelled. "RUN!"

Lydia, however, was not fast enough. Peter already bit her. In response, she fell to the ground, unconscious.

"Don't kill her, please!" I cried out, as we reached them in the middle of the field.

"Of course not," Peter said. "Tell me how to find Derek Hale."

"I don't know. How would we know that!" Stiles exclaimed.

"Because you guys are the clever ones, aren't you? And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. Tell me the truth - Or I will rip her apart."

"Look - Look, we don't know, okay? I sw - I swear to god, we have no idea," Stiles answered.

"Tell me!" Peter yelled. "Or I'll rip both your sister and your girlfriend apart!"

Peter grabbed me by the throat, his claws digging into my skin.

"Let her go!" I heard Rae yell, running up behind us. I couldn't face her though, because of Peter's hold on me.

"Sure thing. All you have to do is tell me how to find Derek."

"Okay, okay, okay, look, I - I think he knew…" Stiles stuttered.

"Knew what?"

"Derek, I think he - I think he knew he was gonna be caught."

"By the Argents?" Peter asked.

"Yeah," Rae confirmed.

"And?" Peter questioned

"When they were shot, he and Scott - I think he took Scott's phone."

I understood what Stiles was getting at.

"Why?" Peter asked.

"They all have GPS now. So if he still has it and if it's still on - you can find him." Stiles said. "Just please let go of my sister. Please."

"Sure thing," Peter said.

He let go of me, causing me to tumble to the ground. I touched my neck to find blood.

"Thank God." Stiles said, engulfing me into a hug while Rae put her arm around me.

"Now, now," Peter said. "We can leave the sentiments for later. Let's go."

"No," I shot out.

I wasn't going to leave my best friend alone.

Stiles agreed, shaking his head. "I'm not letting you leave her here."

"You don't have a choice. You're all coming with me."

"Just kill me," Stiles pleaded. "Look, I don't care anymore. Just leave them alone."

Stiles was still on the ground with me, and Peter bent down to him and dragged him to his feet by his claws.

"Call your friend. Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get."

Before I could take my phone out of my handbag, Rae whipped out her phone and called Jackson.

What?

After she finished giving him instructions and hung up, I questioned, "Why do you have Jackson's number?"

Her eyes kind of grew.

Did she ever sleep with Jackson? There's no way. I know she explained why she does what she does, but there's no way she could've slept with that douchebag. She hates his guts as far as I know.

"I-I don't know. C'mon we gotta go," she said, leading the way towards Stiles' Jeep.

Odd…

|| Teen Wolf ||

When we got to a parking garage, Peter led us to a silver car.

"Whose car is this?" Stiles asked as we stood at the trunk of the car.

"It belonged to my nurse," Peter told Stiles.

"What happened to your n-" Stiles let out a yelp as Peter opened the trunk.

Rae gave me a look, "You're probably not going to want to see this."

I nodded and backed away. She knows I'm squeamish.

"Oh, my God!" Stiles yelled.

Peter shrugged, pulled a bag out of the truck, and handed - more like threw - it to Stiles. "I got better," he explains.

Oh god. I'm guessing it's the nurse's dead body in there.

"Good luck getting a signal down here," Stiles said as Peter handed him something. "Oh, MiFi." Peter took a laptop out of the bag. "And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference?" Stiles asked.

"Turn it on. Get connected." Peter commanded.

"You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here."

My twin was on edge. He always talks a lot when he's nervous. Not that I blame him.

When Peter doesn't say anything, Stiles says, "Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."

Yeah, right.

"You know both of them," Peter told him.

"No, I don't," Stiles shook his head defiantly.

"Even if I couldn't hear all of your heartbeats, I would still be able to tell that you're lying."

"Dude," Stiles started. "I swear to god-" Peter grabbed his head and pushed it into the laptop.

"Stop it!" I yelled, trying to go at him, but Rae held me back. "You're hurting him!"

"Kind of the point here," Peter gave that ugly smile of his.

I hated him with a burning passion.

"I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you," Peter warns.

"What happens after you find Derek?" I question.

"You're going to kill people, aren't you?" Rae sneers.

"Only the ones responsible for the fire," Peter explains.

"Look, if we do this you have to promise to leave Scott alone," Rae negotiates.

"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs?" Peter starts, letting go of Stiles.

"I didn't ask for a lesson, asshole!" Rae snapped.

Peter rolls his eyes and continues.

"It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them," he finished.

"He's not going to help you!" Stiles yelled.

"Oh, he will. Because it'll save Allison. And you will, because it will save Scott. Your best friend whom you know so well, you even have his username and password," Peter chuckled.

Stiles looks at us for confirmation.

We nod and gather around the computer as he types.

"His username is "Allison"?… His password is also "Allison"?"

I couldn't help but roll my eyes. Even I wasn't that obsessive. And that's saying something.

"Still want my dweeb of a brother in your pack?" Rae laughs.

Peter gives her an exasperated look and the computer beeps, indicating the phone being tracked.

"Wait, that's where they're keeping him?" I point at the computer, confused. "In his own house?"

Peter stares at the computer, thoughtfully. "Not at it. Under it. I know exactly where that is."

All of a sudden, a howl erupts. To be more specific, Scott's howl.

"And I'm not the only one," Peter finished. "Give me your keys, Stiles."

"Careful. She grinds in second," Stiles warns before Peter crushes his keys.

Stiles takes the keys back from him, a stoic look on his face.

"So you're not going to kill us?" I ask.

Peter came closer to us.

"Don't you understand yet?" he asked. "I'm not the bad guy here."

I almost scoffed. He was right, he wasn't the bad guy. He was more like Satan. Actually, calling him Satan would be an insult to Satan. However, I kept my thoughts to myself because I didn't want to be ripped to shreds.

Rae did scoff. "You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here?"

"Can you simmer down for one second?" Peter asks. "You're getting on my nerves here."

Rae was about to get in his face, but this time I was the one who grabbed her arm to hold her back.

"I like you, Stiles. Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?" Peter asked.

"What?"

We were all taken aback.

"Do you want the bite? If it doesn't kill you - and it could - you'll become like us."

Stiles was quiet for a while and it was starting to worry me quite a bit. He was never quiet. Did Stiles really want to be a werewolf? Be like Scott? Like Derek? Even like… I glanced at the man offering the deal. Like Peter?

"Stiles…" I said, but he took no notice of me calling his name.

He only stared at Peter and said, "Like you?"

Peter was getting impatient. "Yes, a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture?"

Still, Stiles said nothing.

Peter stepped closer to him as he began to reminisce. "That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl. You'd be equals. Maybe more."

Why is he even considering this?

After a moment, Stiles said, "I don't wanna be like you."

That's my brother!

"Do you know what I heard just then?" Peter asks. "Your heart beating slightly faster over the words "I don't want." You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself."

"Are we done here?" Rae snaps, crossing her arms.

"Not quite yet," Peter gives her a malicious smile.

Using his MiFi, he hits Rae over the head. She instantly goes unconscious, falling to the floor.

"Rae!" I scream, the same time Stiles yells, "What the hell was that for?!"

"Once I find Derek, I need someone to bargain with. In exchange for me not killing Raegan, the hunters will hand Derek over," Peter explains.

"And if they don't?" I question, already knowing the answer.

He shrugs. "Bye, bye Raegan. She was annoying anyway."

With that, he puts her into the trunk with the dead nurse and drives away.

Author's Note:

Sorry for the long wait. We all were really busy and we were being lazy lol. I wasted time by watching sad clips from Teen Wolf (I'm still crying from all of the Sciles scenes). Anyways, I hope you guys liked this chapter and if it's not too much, please give us a comment/review and likes/favorites.

- Mod S