SHOULD NOT BE TOLD: A TEEN WOLF'S FORBIDDEN STORY

by theblacksheepwriter

Everything has changed since Stiles and Allison left, now that they are back they will have to fight to stay alive in their place they used to call home, while they try to figure out how their feelings for the misterious Scott and Derek and how they are related with the strange things that have been happening in the town

9. Chapter 9

IX

A LONELY PUP

Scott´s eyes turn amber, there is no shake or moans, yet the fur starts backing into the skin and the fangs withdraw, bit a bit, the beast shifts into the a human, a broken one. When the transition is over Stiles throws himself over Scott surrounding him with his arms "I knew you could make it" Says with a grin and a little heart ache for all the crap that they have come through.

He pulls back and stares at Scott, his eyes are absent, lost in the horizon.

"Well done" Vernon says patting Stiles back, yet Stiles doesn´t feel like he did anything good there is something wrong.

"Scott?" He asks swallowing hard.

"What…" His friend tries to say, his voice hoarse, choked by what might be a lump in his throat "What… am…. I?" Asks in a whisper craning his neck to his left to not let them watch him cry as he uses his hands to hide his naked and grubby body.

"Don´t worry, we have seen the worn between your legs a least a hundred times" Erica chuckles.

"You´re a werewolf" Derek says sternly his eyes fixed on Scott´s crumbled body.

"A…. I´m a what?" Scott repeats drying his eyes with the back of his hand before daring to look at them.

"I´m sorry" Stiles says putting his eyes in the dark ground, unable to glance back at his friend, why is he apologizing anyway?

"What happened to me?" Scott demands.

"I´ll explain you everything in my place, is dangerous staying in here" Derek replies, his words as stiff as his body, what´s it that in his eyes? Regret?

What about not biting him in the first place uh?

"What are you talking about? Where are you taking me?" Scott looks around and his eyes and Stiles´ met, it's more painful he thought it would be, people say the eyes are the soul´s windows, in Scott´s case it would be more like a gate, there is a heap of pain and terror inside them that is too much to bare.

"Our place" Isaac explains offering him a hand to help him stand, but Scott ignores him.

"Are you going to hurt me?" Mumbles.

"If you cooperate…"

"Erica that´s enough" Derek warns her and then walks closer Scott "We´re just going to talk, there are a lot of things I need to explain to you and apologize for, then you can get dressed and go home" Says dismally.

Scott hesitates a seconds and the takes Isaac´s hand who helps him stand, he´s a little shaky as he trudges toward Stiles, what is he going to say? He´s speechless.

"Apologize?" Stiles repeats shocked staring at Derek. "What about apologizing with me?" Demands, the anger flaring in his chest.

"With you?" Derek frowns "Why I would do that?"

"I don´t know…. Maybe for turning my…" ok that´s not a good idea. "Fine not apology what about show me some gratitude?"

Derek stares at him puzzled for a couple of seconds before answering "You´re right" Derek replies, the corner of his lips twitching up. "You´re free to go"

"What? Go? That´s you´re idea of thanking?" fuck you Derek fuck you two hundred billion times.

But no one seem to pay him attention all the eyes are over Scott´s naked body, who remains in silence next to him, right Stiles´ is being a little selfish, he needs to think about Scott and how he´s feeling before bringing out in Derek´s jerk face the fact that a human did better than four werewolves. Hey Derek how many wolves do you need to make one human? Um I don´t know Stiles how many? None because they´re too stupid! Yeah he´s going to say that later and then he´ll get a fork and make them eat the things they said about humans in front of him the past days, but for now is time to get back into the cabin and explain Scott how´s that he´s been scaring the shit out of the whole town the past two months.

….

The halo in her earring is so bright that Allison thinks it could make a good flashlight, hesitantly reaches her hand to the desk where just hours ago the shoes´ box was, the surface of the wood slate is charred as if it were exposed to an intense flame for a couple of minutes, the silvery moonlight filters through her window hitting the exact spot where her earring lays, she was a little concerned it might not work, the book said it had to be exposed to moonlight for two days but the moon moves through the night, but it worked, it definitely did, actually she has to squint to protect her eyes of the beam.

She takes the earring in her hand and the first thing she notices is the how cold it is, yeah it is cold outside and winter is almost here but… this coldness… isn´t natural, it spreads through her body and makes her shiver, she feels the sudden need to get into her bed, her warm and cozy quilt, so she kicks off her boots and takes to the bed and then it is all dark, she feels dazed and looks around, what happened to the light? Afraid of falling she stands there awaiting for her eyes to readjust to the sparingly unexpected darkness, what happened to her earring? It lost its light, maybe she took it before the ceremony was done, it said two moonlights after all maybe she had to take it by dawn and not before.

She is about to get in bed, unloosing her scarf and the idea pops in her mind, she stretches the hand holding the earring back into the moonlight and holy witchcraft it is powerfully shining again, so that's the secret, moonlight, she have to admit it she is overwhelmed, there are so many feelings fluttering in her chest like dizziness for discovering that all what the book says is real, anger because her dad is a liar, fear for what it does implies and excitement, excitement? Fuck that, she´s thrilled, the things she did with the earring and the pool table, and the arrows…. It all makes sense to her, she is… especial.

A short gasp-chuckle escapes from her lips, and she gets in bed still clasping her mouth to not let her dad listen to her.

As she expects her bed is as comfortable as clouds and warm as a fireplace, she has to struggle to not fall asleep which is unbelievable considering all the things she had seen that night, but she can´t sleep right now, she needs to keep digging in, tomorrow is Sunday so she can sleep till a little later than usual, she sits in the bed takes her pillow and tugs out the book, her fingers fly through the pages and sections looking for Cycles, when she stops she´s again in the alloy´s blessing ceremony, now that the…. Spell? Binding? Witchcraft? Whatever she did is done she wants to know what use she can give to it, because it obviously isn´t a good flashlight after all, her eyes run down the paragraphs, according to the book the ceremony was discovered by a Silver –whatever that means- his name was Albert Ashcroft who stayed in a cave several nights, the moonlight cleared the Silver until it became pure and began to shine below the moonlight, every night he stared at it amazed, until the second lunation cycle was done, the dawn after the glow didn´t left, the last halo had was settled and the now his arrow head shone so bright that it was almost impossible for him to look around near it, the rock beneath turned into ice and he had to use leather gloves to take it, than morning the werewolf that was hunting him found him, it launched over him, Albert threw the arrow head at it, there was an intense light and then nothing, just burnt skin and bones remained from the beast, evidencing how strong were compared to the pure silver that was hard to find in those ages, Albert lived to enough to write his story, he had to pay a price for every halo and without knowing the arrow head snatched the life out of him bit a bit.

Allison clasped he mouth stunned staring at her earring in the darkness, oh god she thought it was an innocent experiment.

The two lunation cycles are forbidden, thought the centuries many tried to complete the ceremony and several died after the first lunar cycle, yet through the tests great advances were made, thought the first Halo isn´t fatal in most of the cases it's useful for weakening werewolves, a piece of Alloy exposed for two weeks to the moonlight has enough strength to severely hurt enemies and leave them near dead.

Something clicks her mind.

Were…werewolves? What if?

She turns the page and even thought the Bestiary is before Cycles a tall and dark drawn shape pops in front of her headed by the word Lycanthropes, her heart squirms in her chest, she´s in that section she is in the Bestiary how´s that even possible? Her hands, took her to where she wanted to go, like when she tried to shot an arrow that day months ago, she…. She´s starting to lose her mind, that´s the only explanation… but… she knows that is the thing she have been looking for… The drawing has scaring red glowing eyes, just like the ones she saw the night it all began.

….

Scott takes a shower and then borrows a pair of jogging pants and a hoodie from Isaac, after that Derek takes him upstairs to have their conversation, Stiles feels uneasy, he´s not sure why but he can´t stop thinking Scott will refuse Derek´s offering and will end up dead, or worse he will like the idea of getting in the middle of a wolves´ war, it is too much to bear, what if Scott gets killed in the war? Well Derek says Scott is strong, and hell Stiles has seen him do really scaring shit, so there is no doubt his friend is stronger than all of them maybe even more strong than Derek, but that doesn´t mean he´s immortal, because he isn´t right? He wishes there could be another way to turn him fully human without killing Derek so he can´t get rid of the virus-spell-curse and… what? They can´t leave the town, how they're going to convince their parent´s to move out? And even if they do it, Derek will probably chase them and kill them, anyway they can´t leave in a couple of months or so the town will be visited by evil werewolves, they can´t just leave and let them kill everyone in the town, they grew up there, his parents did too, they couldn´t just leave behind everything including Allison and Lydia, that would be so selfish and coward, they need to stay, and fight, there must be something Stiles can do, like when he shoved the aconitum down Scott´s throat and almost killed him or his firework´s trick, he´s not defenseless, he doesn´t have claws and supersonic ears, or fangs but he has something even more dangerous, his fucked up brain and his twisted ideas, he just needs to find a way to use them to help Scott and the others save the town and the people they love.

He´s in the armchair of the couch next to Isaac, who´s playing videogames with Vernon and Erica, they´re having a good time as if nothing mattered, how can they be so calm? A fucking pack of monsters are coming after them and their leader is upstairs trying to convince his best friend –who is underage by the way- to help them murder people, well were-people but they are people anyway.

"What´s up?" Isaac asks glancing up at him while he awaits for his character in the game to respawn.

"Um… nothing" He mumbles.

"Come on" Erica says, "Your heart is beating so hard that you´re about to give me a headache" Snorts, and Vernon shrieks when he´s eliminated by her in the game.

Fuck she became a gamer, Vernon is a lucky bastard.

"I… I´m just concerned about Scott" He admits swallowing hard.

"Don´t be, Derek isn´t going to do anything to him, he´s good guy and a leader" Vernon comforts him.

"Thanks" Stiles says calming down a little.

"Now that your friend is fine we can look for our next pack member" Erica explains without take her eyes off the screen, how she became so good at games in short time? Do they really train for war or just sit in the couch the whole day and play to kill each other?

Something about Erica´s words give him a hard feeling in his chest, there is something… he remembers something…Oh crap!

"Jackson? You can´t turn Jackson" Stiles blurts out his hands starting to shake.

"What? You can read minds now?" Erica says arching her brows puzzled.

"I heard you! When you were spying Scott´s game you said something about you needed Jackson and I get it now, and I won´t let you! He´s my friend too, geez! You can´t go around and turn all my friends in freaking monsters! We just sorted out Scott´s issue!" He says the anger flaring in his chest.

Erica turns off the console and stares right at him.

"I won´t be like that again, Scott was different, we didn´t know he had daddy issues Jackson…."

"What if Jackson is afraid of clowns uh? He´ll run down the friggin town get in the middle of kids party slaughtering everyone!"

"Monkey…" Isaac starts grabbing him by the arm, "That doesn´t make any sense"

"I don´t care, I won´t let you turn any other of my friends in werewolves!" Stiles spits his ears burning.

"You won´t let us?" Erica mocks, "And what are you going to do about it? Human"

And there it is, Human, said in an annoying and offensive tone as if they were garbage, god! Why she has to be a girl? Why she can´t be a guy so he can…. Oh god! He should at least hit Vernon, but he is a good guy –despite the fact that almost killed him once- he couldn´t hurt him, even if he wanted to.

"You´re not doing anything…yet" Derek´s tense voice says from the hallway and they all tilt their heads toward him, as he approaches them followed by Scott. "Scott isn´t ready we can´t risk to make another wolf when there is still one that can´t fully control himself"

Scott grimaces at the mentioning the wolf werewolf as if he was just punched in the stomach, but at least he´s not shifting again.

"Are you out of your mind? Those bastards…" Erica starts, but Derek cuts her off.

"Aren´t coming here yet"

"Are you fucking out of your mind? Don´t you watch the news? People are already starting to die in Oregon, we have days maybe weeks if we´re lucky!" Erica shouts frustrated her fangs starting to enlarge with every word.

"I won´t put anyone else in this in danger" Derek growls his eyes blazing so hard Stiles he´s afraid Erica might burst into blue flames at any second.

Erica steps back biting her lower lip, her fangs digging in the skin and blood dripping down, Vernon puts a hand in her shoulder and takes into the next room.

"You better go" Derek says to Scott, the boy nods without saying a word and trudges to the door.

"Wa…wait" Stiles says, "What is the plan? What´s next?" Asks lost, "Are you going to bit Jackson after all?"

"That´s none of your business" Derek replies sharply.

"It is because I´m the one who will have to make him realize he´s…" don't say a monster, Scott is right next to you. "You know what I mean"

"No, you won´t" Derek says sternly.

"How can you be so sure? Look what happened…" Damn this is hard. "This can´t…"

"We don´t need your services anymore" Derek answers his jaw and his lips pressed in a thin line.

"What? Are you kidding me? If it wasn´t for me…I…um… anyway I think I might help you against this guys" Stiles embarrassment burning his cheeks.

"I told you monkey once this was settled…." Isaac tries to say but Derek speaks faster.

"You´re not welcome anymore"

Stiles feels as the night Erica and Vernon kicked the air of his lungs –literally- What the hell is wrong with them? After all he did, they can´t just put him aside, after all what he have seen, and done.

"Now get the hell out of our lives" The pack leader growls and Stiles steps back stunned, Scott rushing to step in the middle of them both.

"If you hurt him…" Scott grunts balling his hands.

"I won´t as long as he stays out of our way" Derek replies and Stiles feels Scott´s fingers circling around his arm, and then tugging him outside, the cold night air making him shiver as they start their way back home while he tries to ignore Derek´s eyes in the back of his neck, Stiles is furious, if he only had some aconitum with him, Scott would probably end up being a werewolf for the rest of his life.

"Stiles" A voice says behind them, and he suddenly stops and turns on his heels.

Erica is approaching them at slow pace.

"Can we talk alone?" She asks, there is something in her voice that Stiles can´t place.

"I won´t let him alone with any of you" Scott warns her.

"Ok" She says annoyed, "I just wanted to thank you" She says in a low voice.

Stiles´ eyes pop wide open, what the hell she just said?

"I know I´ve been a pain in the ass, but I was just scared we couldn´t make it at time, and you helped us, thought all the things we did and to you" Her new voice is nicer and soft, he likes better this Erica, "And it was actually fun watching you piss Derek off, you´re brave kid"

Oh crap she´s being honest!

"It´s a shame you have to go but it is the best"

"Yeah, I know I stink you don't have to remind it to me" He replies listless.

"Yeah I´m sorry about that… but that´s not the only reason you have to stay away from us, if you stay you´re going to die, they won´t have mercy… Derek is too stubborn to admit it, but he said all that to keep you safe, is his way of paying you for helping us with Scott"

"Well you can tell him that…"

"Go, and never come back!" She says with a grin slightly punching him in the chin as a last gesture of recognition and respect, "If you really want to help us, go away and never come back"

She ends up and Scott beckons Stiles to follow him, he has being too quiet, Stiles is concerned about him, they hadn´t talk since Scott shifted back into his human self, but he looks so…

"Stiles?" Scott says hoarsely as they stumble in the night, "You stopped me"

Stiles stops his march.

"Thank you" His friend snivels and they retake their way back home.

….

In the distant darkness, inside the nothingness, there is a light, is squared and it´s buzzing, it is so annoying, far from there birds flap their wings, he flutters his eyes open, and jolts on his bed, he´s invaded by a wave of feelings and thoughts, smells and sounds, the thing he heard before is an alarm… He´s not sure from where it comes, but is not inside his home, it is almost dawn, so his mom doesn´t have to wake up yet, but it keeps blaring, from wherever it comes its almost two or three houses down the block, and yet he´s able to hear it, he´s overwhelmed and is not sure how to react, below his bed is a rooting smell, something awful that makes his eyes get teary, he kneels in the floor and approaches a hand to find the source of the stench, he grips the leg and pulls up and the whole bed flies up, he lets out a gasp and lets go, the bed falls on the ground with a hard thud and Scott scoots back.

What the hell?

Why none of this things happened before? If Derek is right and he has been a werewolf for three months, how is that nothing like this happened earlier? That super strength, nose and ears, that is so wrong, werewolf? It sounds so stupid, he can´t even say it aloud.

"Honey?" His mom says in a yawn, her voice echoes inside his head, and her heartbeat pounds almost inside himself, he won´t be able to get used to it.

Scott stands and opens the door, his mom is already in her uniform, why?

"Mom it´s Sunday, what are you doing awake this early?" He mutters and his voice sounds eerie to himself.

"I could ask you the same" She replies sternly but then her expression chances and she smiles, "I´m sorry, got a lot of work"

His ears can even catch the sound of her lips brushing each other with every word she says.

"What are you doing awake anyway?" She asks arching a brow, her blood flood speeds up, and her heart starts pounding hard, or it is his?

"I… just had a nightmare…that´s all" He fakes a grin.

His mom blinks and the pain flashes her eyes.

"Are you having nightmares again?" She mumbles without looking at him in the eyes.

"It…. It´s not what you think mom!" He hurries to say, "I was… naked at school… that´s all" He lies, pretending being embarrassed.

"Oh..." She says with a brief snicker "Breakfast is in the oven if you´re hungry"

"Um… I think I´m gonna try to sleep again" He mumbles and his mom gets out.

That wasn´t that bad, he had a conversation with his mom without ripping down her throat, and after a couple of minutes he got used to the things that normal people don´t notice, like sound of the breathing, maybe he can get used to his new life, maybe he can do this, thought he tries to not think about what that does mean, if he accepts joining to Derek´s gang…pack… being in a war, it´s so freaking scary, if he wanted to fight in a war he would have enlisted, but this? This is too much to bare, and that disgusting stench, oh god! He´s gonna puke.

He kneels down the bed again this time making sure to not throw it through the window and shoves his hand inside the darkness, his fingers brush a couple of books, and some socks but there is nothing else, but the rooting smell gets stronger as he stretches his head to reach closer whatever he´s looking, and then his middle finger slightly touches a hard an uneven surface and the scent spreads, he has to hold his breath to not gag, he enlarges his arm a little farther…it´s not a body, thank god is not a body he thinks as his hand balls around the object, he pulls out to look at it in the dim morning light, while with his other hand clasp his nose, it is… a pizza´s crust piece, it is so tiny… but how it can stink so badly?

"What are you doing?" Says a voice at the door, and Scott jumps on his feet.

"Stiles!" He says hauling air in his lungs accompanied by a handful of rooting pizza´s scent, oh god he´s going to get sick, with his free hand he opens the window the cold air rushes inside and he throws the disgusting pizza´s crust as far away from him as possible, "What are you doing here?" Asks when he can finally breathe.

"I…umm…thought about coming over and…" Stiles starts but he stops, he looks around as if he wishes he can find the rest of his speech scattered somewhere in Scott´s messy room. "I´m… Are you mad at me?"

Scott gaps.

"Stiles…" He tries to say siting in his bed.

"I´m sorry, I know I messed up the things between us by taking you with them all this days…"

Right, those nightmares of him bleeding surrounded by Derek and his friends, and Stiles staring at him with his arms folded, and all the things Stiles said to him the days before the game, and the night after, and the way he treaded him.

"Stiles…I´m so sorry" He says, his throat dry, the words come out as dragged over sandpaper scrapping the flesh in the way out.

Stiles stops and frowns.

"Wait a second I thought I was the one, apologizing right?"

Scott chuckles, he´s the same Stiles, the Stiles that couldn´t keep his mind quiet, the one who spent sleepless nights imagining things and having dump ideas to get them in trouble, the same lanky and scrawny loser that couldn´t keep his mouth shut not even in front of Harris, the same absentminded boy he could crack in chortles for no reason as they walked by the street, the same Stiles his friend was before his mom died, the person Scott thought he lost the night his second mother died, but here he is, staring at him with a puzzled look, and the same time he isn´t that Stiles anymore, this new Stiles is reckless, is brave and strong, and is still loyal to him even after all what Scott said to him, and even after discovering the things he have done, Stiles is without a doubt the best friend anyone could ask.

"I´m sorry for all the things you have come through because of me" Scott says unable to face his best friend.

"Wow wait… don´t come know with that awkward crap, this is the first real conversation we have in weeks" Stiles snickers.

"I know… and I had to say it because it's true" A painful truth that would have torn him apart, if he didn´t let it out.

"You don´t have to thank me, you would have done the same for me" Stiles assures grinning, would he? Scott closes his eyes and Stiles steady heartbeat stuns him.

"Are…aren´t you afraid of me?" Scott babbles fisting his hands on his lap, his nails digging inside his palms almost cutting down the flesh.

Stiles takes a second to answer his question, yet his breathing or heartbeat doesn´t chance at all.

"I was" He finally says with a sad look in his eyes, "But it was before I knew it was you" Adds regretful, "After that I went insane, you woke up and I started hitting you because I was angry… I´m really sorry"

"I killed those guys" Scott finally dares to say feeling the words as kicks in his stomach.

"I wasn´t your fault" Stiles says hastily, "You didn´t know what you were doing, you couldn´t control yourself"

How can he still stand up for him after all he did?

"I´m a monster… I´m a fucking monster" Scott says in a high pitched breath and Stiles approaches, putting his hands on his shoulders.

"You´re not… you´re one of the nicest persons I´ve ever met, none of this is your fault" Mutters.

How can he be so calm? So sure of his words?

"I could have killed you, and my mom and everyone I care" Scott grunts, the anger running down his veins as poison.

"But you didn´t, because deep inside, you were fighting back, you were trying to take back the control over your body, and you did it"

"No… you did it" Scott assures, and a foggy memory comes to his mind, of Stiles walking toward him in the forest and a song… it was Stiles who brought him back, if it wasn´t for him… Scott is not brave enough to think about it.

"No Scott, it was you, I couldn´t have make it if you wasn´t trying to break free, even Derek said it, you were fighting inside, and now you´re gonna save the town, save us all" Adds with proud in his voice.

How he can be so sure? Is he blind? Can´t he see that Scott is lost, that he doesn´t know what to do? That he´s so disgusted of himself and afraid that he might turn right now in a beast and take the life of the person he trusts most in the world? He can´t hurt him, he can´t let himself harm Stiles after all what he had done for him, after the way Scott treated him, after all the shitty things he said, and even thought all that crap, Stiles staid by his side as good friend.

"Stiles…" He starts his voice scraping his throat again, harder this time. "We can´t see each other anymore" finishes and a wave of panic drowns him, but he manages to look unaffected in front of his friend, he had done so much for him, this is the less Scott can do for Stiles, release his from this bulk, save him before it is too late.

Stiles chuckles. "Dude… I think the werewolf hormones did something to you…I mean um… we aren´t dating you know?" Laughs.

"You know what I mean" Scott says sternly.

Stiles steps back, "but… why… after everything…" Stiles starts but Scott cuts him dry.

"That´s exactly why, you have done enough, if you keep trying to help me, you´ll end up dead, I don´t even know if I´m going to help Derek or not, maybe I´ll just kill myself or… or go away… but it doesn´t matter, as long as you stay by my side you´ll be at risk of dying, even if a take Derek´s offer no one is safe, he´s not sure if I´ll be able to control myself I could kill someone again!"

"But you didn´t hurt me, you won´t… I know that…"

"Think about your dad, Stiles… do you have any idea of what would happen to him if you die? You weren´t there the days after you fell from the cliff, he… he was fading, falling into pieces, he stopped eating and he didn´t speak to anyone, my mom told me, she thought he was going to die, you can´t do this to him" Scott growls, feeling like crap for saying those words.

"You can´t do this to me "Stiles replies, the anger flaring in his eyes.

"I´m sorry, but you have to leave" Scott says dryly and with a quick movement he´s already at the door holding it open for Stiles.

Despite Scott, Stiles doesn't even blink by his shocking speed, he just stands there in silence for what looks like forever and the trudges out of the door stopping next to Scott, before climbing down the stairs.

"It was cool to be your friend" Says with a sad smile passing by him, and then an overwhelming feeling knocks the air out of Scott´s lungs, his hands shake, his neck cranes against his will toward Stiles´ back as he climbs down, and then something burns inside him, a devastating urgency to stop him, to apologize, it is so… painful, and then an scaring craving fills him, something screams in the back of his mind to run after him, to kill him before it is too late, before something unspeakably awful happens and all the people he cares about end up dead.

Scott shakes his head, what the hell was that? He gasps and clutches the handrail to steady himself, that feeling, that fury… and fear… and sadness… But…What? Why? Shit, Derek was right, it is better for him to stay away from Stiles.

….

The sunrise hits her eyelids and she squeezes her eyes, her mind is numb for a second, for a brief and perfect instant, she has no name or memories and her body is drifting in the air taking her nowhere, then Allison wakes up and all the memories come to her mind, everything she have lived the last months comes to her mind, her dad´s secrets, the guilt for Carlson´s death, the coldness, the fact that she isn´t a normal teenager, that she´s a silver, a Binder, a Lycan or a necromancer, she´s not sure of who she is anymore and of what she´s capable of.

She mashes her eyes with her palms to fight off the dizziness, she had sleep so much she is still a little lost and can´t place what is the last thing she recalls, she tosses in her bed and something cold pierces her thigh, she reaches hand down, it is her earring, right it got its first halo last night, then the memory of the red bulb changing its shape from monster to human comes to the back of her mind, it is true, it is a werewolf, a human that can transform into a wolf to slaughter a town until there is no one left, it must be a werewolf it all makes sense, what was that she read last night about the werewolves? Graham something…. Graham…. Volcy…he was the first werewolf according to the book, what else?

She sweeps her bed with her eyes, the book is lying next to her half-opened over the mattress, she takes it in her hand, she must have fell asleep right after starting her reading, she can´t believe she actually did, considering all the scary things that have been going on lately she wouldn´t ever imagine that she could easily lay in her bed and rest. She yawns and gets in the bathroom, brushes her teeth and takes a hot bath, the air is so chilly she´s tempted to not leave the bath, but she need to get ready for whatever fucked up things that might happen today, after quickly dressing up the first thing she does is take a look at her phone before even daring to wrench her head through her window to checkup her dad, her tracking system is working and her dad is still at home, but he must be awake by now, making out an excuse the stride off and head to the display´s room, he will freak out when he see what she saw last night, will he?

She gets out of her room, a quick peek through his ajar door shows her that he´s still fast asleep, but it won´t take long before he wakes up, he must be tired, now she´s puzzled about something else, why he hadn´t act yet? He has been almost the entire town and wood, why he hadn´t kill the monster yet? She climbs down the steps, and takes her time to make breakfast, she has being a total bitch to her dad lately, she can count with her fingers how many breakfast she had cooked the last month, and yeah her dad is a total liar but he´s not bad, and let´s face it, ain´t like her dad is going come up with the subject in the middle of the dinner and say Hey I´m a government´s secret agent and I hunt supernatural creatures by the way, of course she wouldn´t have believed him ever, but it´s also true he hadn´t even tried to tell her, probably to protect her, but Allison isn´t a girl anymore she can take care of herself, but does she have what it takes? Because what is the point of her whole research if she isn´t going to do something about it? She is going to act somehow right?

She turns off the stove and serves her dad´s breakfast, then takes her plates upstairs and she notices movement in his room, she closes her door behind her and puts on the latch, she doesn´t want him to find out that she has the book, he would make questions and he already knows that something is going on with her, or else the boyfriend´s talk wouldn´t came out, she kicks off her slippers and sits on the bed turning on the TV, while she takes a bite of her toast and checks up her phone, it is weird, Scott hadn´t text her, but they agreed to see each other today, maybe he´s just still asleep, it´s Sunday after all, but what if he´s awake and don´t want to text her? He might think she crazy after the way she left yesterday, maybe she… no she will look like a weird girl, her stomach ties in a knot and she takes another bite to settle it down, it´s better to not think about it.

She takes the book in her hand and her fingers take her straight to the bestiary, more specifically to the Lycanthrope page, where the same creature of her past nightmares is stares at her with flame like eyes, she takes a deep breath and starts reading, hoping to not fall asleep again this time.

…..

She has been thinking a lot about what Mike said last night, all that crap about Carlson teasing Scott to end up dead the day after, of course she doesn´t think her son is a murderer, but she feels uneasy, she´s scared deep inside, she feels like something is not right, Scott has been acting weird for a while, breaking down his curfew, spending his whole spare hours training, but also he has been lonely, after what happened to Stiles they didn´t act as they used to, no matter how hard they had deny it those days, she´s sure that something happened between those two, of course that doesn´t mean that her son has a giant murdering pet hidden under his bed… but… why she´s so frightened anyway? About what? The murdering stopped, Scott and Stiles has been spending a lot of time together lately, so whatever happened with them is done and sorted out. She shakes her head and takes the curb, drives down a couple more of blocks, checking the address in the folder one last time before stopping the car in front of a house, is it the right place? She climbs down and takes of her sunglasses, she´s in front of a one story home, the lawn is high, there is no trash can outside and the windows are broken, some shattered crystal pieces are dusty and scattered in the porch, behind her she hears steps, she turns on her heels, an old lady with a cane walks by the home.

"Excuse me ma'am" Melissa approaching the woman.

"What can I do for you honey?" The old lady says politely.

"Are you from the neighborhood? Is this the Evans family's house?" She asks hoping the oldster knows them.

"Oh honey they moved out years ago" The woman says with a smirk.

"Are you sure?" What's all this?

"Yes I think they moved five or six years ago" She licks her lips "Though Patrick and his aunt… Margarie, yes that was her name, they moved back two years ago it's a shame what happened to Patrick, I know he wasn't an angel, but wasn't a bad boy don't you think?

Melissa nods not knowing why.

"So do you have any idea of where I can find his aunt?" Melissa asks hoping the woman has an idea.

"I couldn't tell, she just vanished after his funeral… no one knows where she went I'm sorry" The lady finishes and resumes her walking.

Fine now she needs to find his aunt, why is she doing all this anyway? There hadn't been any more murdering, -which anyway where caused by an animal-, so there is no reason why she is making the fool of herself on a Sunday morning…but… there is something, an instinct… that tells her to find this woman and ask her about Patrick, and with every dead more she wants to get to the bottom of all this.

….

It is five pm and she hadn't got a text from Scott though she's pretty sure they agreed yesterday to see each other today, she yearns for his arms, she wish she could tell him about everything she have found out especially about the werewolves, they are fascinating but scary creatures, anyway she won't crawl, it will look pathetic from her to drag herself begging for Scott's attention, oh god she can almost hear Lydia's voice congratulating her in her mind, ok she's definitely overreacting, maybe Scott is busy, hanging out with Stiles, they have been pretty close lately and she couldn't be happier for both of them. In other hand Scott might be studying and maybe that's the reason why he hadn't text her, let's face it, he needs higher grades and she knows that two teenagers alone in a room with the hormones and everything else won't really care about studying, and yesterday is a perfect example.

Yesterday, she thinks and sighs, she felt so comfortable in his arms, laying in his bed both cuddling, she knows there wasn't any sexual contact at all, but it was so hot and intimate, and if Scott was someone she knows from her whole life, in whose arms she can lay and drift away, because no matter what his arms will be always holding her, keeping her steady on uneven ground.

In other news her dad hadn't got out of home in the whole day, instead he spent the afternoon after lunch locked down in his room, she's not sure what he has been doing there all this time, but definitely has something to do with the town's werewolf, it's a shame she didn't know he would stay home today she would rather visit the display room again, look for more videos of the creature to make sure it is a werewolf though but after all what she had read there is no doubt she was right.

According to the book, the Poetic Edda spoke about the first werewolf as the son of Fenrir who was the son of Loki the shape shifter, nonetheless the first real record of the Fenrir and his son -the loup-garou- dates back to 1763, when the Fenrir desolated the old Lozère, the only survivor was a beautiful and young lady, Fenrir took her with him and sexually abused of her, she died seven months later giving birth an abomination, the lycanthrope as it was named in still discussed Greek's tales, was a morbid beast with the same hunger for murdering as his progenitor, but with the remarkable difference that this one was able to turn into a human as long as he wanted and mix among them, lure them into traps, except for the full moon, when he couldn't control his transformation and was forced to turn back into his human form. Loup-garou -in later texts known as Graham Volcy- and his father Fenrir terrorized the south of France for decades until the first one was finally defeated by villagers that discovered the poisonous proprieties of the silver for the beast, Graham escaped after his father's dead and was never found again.

It is a really creepy story, to think that a demon-wolf was alive and that whoever wrote the book and her dad believe it just makes it worse because it means that it is truth. After that she read a little more of modern studies made by Elders on dissected specimens, there are different kinds of werewolves and their abilities differ depending on their condition's acquisition, for example a born werewolf would have more chances to develops it's bipedalism in late years of childhood –thought it's a rare aptitude that no all can achieve- while for bitten ones that get to accomplish it typically get it by the late thirty years old, though it is also known that in the vast majority of the cases the bitten werewolf never develops such ability.

Speaking of Bipedalism, the term isn't in a literal way, it actually means the capacity to satisfactorily suppress all the remarkable symptoms of lycanthropy like the extreme body heat or the enlargement of claws and fangs but preserving a highly accurate sense of smell, unmeasurable strength, extremely high regenerative skills among many others, that's the reason why they are the most dangerous of all werewolves, luckily Allison knows the town isn't facing an Bipedalist but a wildling, a werewolf that its unable to control its actions, they are very aggressive, many subjects of study plead the existence of a term called "inner wolf" as an alter ego that takes control of their body during circumstances of high stress or during full moon night's, Freud explains the inner wolf phenomenon as a manifestation of the subconscious in its most primitive state, it is easy to identify a wildling, there are two easily recognizable signs, the first is the half-morphed body of it between a human torso with wolf's features as hind legs, the second sign is the red in the eyes, a werewolf in full possession of its mental reasoning abilities, conserves it's eyes color in any of its forms, in other hand wildlings' eyes turn red while they are in such state, so basically whoever is killing people in the town is doing it because hated those guys, probably a victim of bullying considering Carlson's profile thought she's not sure about the other victim.

The other kind of werewolf or better said the last development phase are the Fourers or true form werewolf, it's the next stage of growing for a young werewolf when they have full control of their bodies and abilities thought they are not capable of fully enjoy them in their human form as a bipedalist, according to the studies a non-bipedalist is able of using ten percent of their talents in their human form Wildling or Fourer. Fourers' true form is of a common wolf except for their size which is forty percent larger than a regular wolf. The next paragraph are the infection modes, not everybody survives the bite, there are three type of victims, the first kind develops the disease in matter of hours though there having documented cases where the person started showing the symptoms even two days later, the second type of victim is the most frequent, the person dies half hour after being bitten because of the toxins in that spread through the blood flow, and then is a third kind, people that is immune, they survive the poisonous effects of the infection though most come through a painful recovering of the wounds but within days all traces of the toxins vanishes in the body, many studies have been made with the subject's blood with the hope of finding a cure for Lycanthropy but unluckily there isn't still a clear explanation of why they can survive the immersive effects of the infection given by the bite, though many think it is related with the blood type of the victims, a recent study showed that the forty percent of the immune subjects had AB+ as their blood type.

Also there are many ways of getting infected with Lycanthropy the most common of all is the bite given by an Alpha or pack leader, there have been a lot of controversy among the scientist's Binding community, some say that all werewolves are capable of being infectious with the disease thought many studies are proved them wrong, other's agreed that indeed all werewolves can spread the disease in healthy humans thought there is something called the underling pheromone, it is a chemical substance secreted by pack leaders –also known as Alphas- that inhibits the rest of the pack's members capability of producing the virus. Other studies showed that consuming large amounts of werewolf blood can induce infection, there is also risk of vertically transition of the infection from mother to fetus in the process of gestation for women that had been bitten, also since 1940 there have been a significant increase in cases of victims of raping and people that with consent had sexual contact with Wildlings and Fourers that months later started to show symptoms of lycanthropy and eventually developed the disease.

Hell!, forget everything you now about sexual education, forget about AIDS this is serious shit, the lycanthropy is a really scary thing, so she's not even sure anymore of the reasons of the local werewolf, or why her dad hasn't acted yet, this is seriously wrong, a part of her is relieved her dad hasn't gone after that thing, he might end up dead, no! It is almost certain he will, he would be defenseless against that thing she can't even imagine how it would be if the werewolf were a Bipedalist, this is wrong, seriously wrong. She puts the book down her pillow and breaths, her eyes are burning and her head is clouded, too much information. She gets out of her room to get a glass of water, when she passes by her dad's door an unintelligible mumble stops her, her heats skips a beat, is someone in there with him?

She hesitantly approaches the door, pulls back her hair and presses her ear against the polished wood door.

"Because I'm still not sure" Her dad's voice angrily,

There is a long pause before he speaks again.

"You know what a think about it" threatens.

So he's speaking by the phone with someone, who could it be? A silver? Binder? Wizard? Men in black?

"No, things have been pretty quiet lately"

So he hadn't see last night's video yet.

"How long?"

There is a short pause.

"No, I need you to be here before full moon, I'm telling I fucked it, I got distracted last full moon and a kid died, I could have been my daughter"

Another pause.

"So you can?" Says with some relief in his voice. "Thank you, I wouldn't ask if I thought I could handle it by my own"

A short pause.

"They can't know it is me, ok? Thank you, I'll see you in a couple of weeks" Her dad finishes cutting the call.

Allison hurries to dash downstairs with her hand in her chest and her breathing high pitched, her dad… is going to hunt the werewolf, he's going to kill it, all this shit is going to end soon, but… when is the next full moon?

….

Cole is late again, which means that Scott musts run an extra hour because of him, damn he's going the be late at school and today is history's exam, as usual Tackler is mocking at him while they start the running down the streets, the short necked jock has being giving enough shit lately to Scott and he's starting to fall in his game, last week was insane with all the times he jabbed Scott in practice, he's teasing him, he wants to start a fight to get Scott's ass in trouble with the coach, to not mention that half of team agrees with him that is Scott's fault that they have lost the past game against the Middlebrooks High's Wildcats, they're so inconsiderate, the had no idea of how hard is to be the captain when you're just a sophomore and try to deal with the fact that your best friend tried to kill himself –oh! Right it is a lie- but almost died because of you and yeah you're a mythical creature that have been killing people and because has been recruited by an asshole and his group of crazy shit friends to save the town against an army of beasts.

When the coach blows the whistle they start running, Scott being as near to Cole as possible to not give Tackler the chance to tease the poor freshmen, when Tackler takes the lead he feels more confident and starts striding faster, Jackson and Isaac quickly join him in the top and their little personal competition starts. Running with the guys is liberating and refreshing considering how hard the things have been lately is good to feel like he's part of something, and Isaac and Jackson are the only ones who still believe in him as the true team captain, thought now he knows Isaac's friendship was never real and he's only doing what Derek told him to, but yet nothing had change, in minutes Jackson is behind pushing harder to approach them his forehead damp with sweat while Isaac gracefully slides into the lead effortlessly, but this time Scott doesn't give up so easily, actually he has been doing extremely great this morning he's taking Isaac to his limits or at least that's what he thinks because for the first time he notices the boy's flushed cheeks and the tension in his muscles, Scott's endurance has increased significantly as his speed. When they are about to start the third lap around the streets Isaac glares at him and he gets it, they are going too fast, like really, really too fast, Isaac hasn't showed him all his capacity he has been just trying to make Scott realize that he's exposing himself in front of the rest of the team, fuck he starts slowing down his pace until he hits a normal rate.

After a shower he gets out of home and from the walkway stares at Stiles' jeep sliding out of the neighborhood a pang of guilt and sadness hits him in the guts, he knows it's been just a day be he already misses Stiles, maybe he feels so shitty because he knows this time there is no way back, this time they're done for good, he keeps saying to himself it is the best, he needs to protect Stiles but they can't be friends anymore, not until he stops being a monster and he's not even sure if that's possible, but it doesn't matter right now there are still other painful things he must do.

When he gets into the classroom the class hadn't started yet, thank god, actually most of the chairs are empty which means that many of his classmates didn't feel like coming to school, at the back of the room is Stiles his brown eyes bored in the board listlessly, next to him is Allison checking up her cellphone, too risky. Scotts takes a sit in the top of the first line next to Cassidy Lewis and Rachel Mackenzie rant about their friend Lauren for not coming to School, Scott rather to look take a quick glance to his History's notes and then he feels eyes on his nape, someone –Stiles or Allison- are staring at him, when this fault is going to go? Luckily the professor gets in the classroom and starts the lesson being impressed by the lack of students.

In the second period they have the History's exam and yeah he shares this class with both Stiles and Allison, also Lydia joins them and the first thing she does when she sits with her friends is punch Stiles' in the arm and complain about him dumping her in a store, he's amazed about how sharp his hearing has become if he only could hear someone whispering the answers in the test everything would be perfect. As he expected the question are long, it will take hours for him to answer them all. It takes him fifteen minutes to answer the first one and he's not even sure if he's right, he slightly tilts his head, Stiles' head is down on his test as Allison, but he can feel it, they're looking at him through the corner of their eyes, it is annoying, he needs to focus, reads the second question, oh crap he doesn't know this one, cranes his neck again, he can't stop it, the guilt keeps kicking him in the stomach, dragging the air out of his lungs, he… he is breathless… he actually is… next question, he doesn't know this one either, oh damn! He's going to fail, the pencils scraping against the sheets, someone sneezes and other coughs, this is not ok, next question, more eyes, more pencils and scrapings, someone coughs again next question, the pang, next question, the pencils, the stares, the scraping, he can't take it, he can't take it anymore he… he… where's is the air? Why the room is spinning?

"Mr. McCall?" He hears Mr. Turner's voice calling after him, but he's already out.

….

Before she notices she stands in a jolt, leaving her text behind.

"Ms. Argent" Mr. Turner says but she ignores him as Scott just did.

She comes out of the classroom, running into a couple of guys who are just passing by, she apologizes and looks around, the hallway is almost empty and yet there is no trace of Scott, hell he's really fast, yet it takes her a couple of seconds to realize where Scott is, in this floor the boy's room is between the lockers in front of the library so that's the first place where she looks before going somewhere else, when she reaches the door stops in a halt, this is the boy's bathroom a forbidden territory for girls, she hesitantly holds the handle and get in, as fast as she gets in, her fear is washed away, it is just as a girls' bathroom except for the urinals, the reek air and the jerks with their sneers staring at her, ok bad idea, she scoots back and gets out of their way before they say something they would definitely regret.

She finds Scott in the playfield, sitting in the bleachers with his face on his palms, his elbows resting on his knees as if he's going through a lot of pain.

"Hey" She says with concern sitting next to him, "Are you ok?" Ok that's not the smartest question just look at him. "You don't need to worry, we can study harder for the next one, really study not…well you know"

She chuckles, but Scott remains silent.

"Scott?" She says starting to get really concerned "What's going on? Does it have something to do with Stiles?"

He takes of his hands and looks up at her, he's sweating which is stupid considering how cold the air is.

"Are you sick?"

"Did he tell you something" He asks hoarsely.

"No, I just assumed that as you sat so far from him, maybe… seriously what's going between you too? You're having fights all the time"

This must have something to do with Stiles' accident in the woods, oh god maybe they have been arguing about it again, she wishes she can tell Scott the truth that something tried to kill his best friend and that it is probably the reason he fell from that cliff, to settle down the things between the two of them, but it is impossible, they won't believe her.

"We can't see each other anymore" Scott mumbles without looking at her in the eyes.

Her heart skips a beat.

"Scott? What do you mean?" Oh no, not this, she had to text him yesterday, maybe he thinks she lost interest in him, no no no no no no, Scott is all she has now, is her refuge from all the crap she has been coming through lately, he makes her feel safe and sane, those amber puppy eyes are the only thing between her and a mental institution, he's the only contact she has now with reality and a normal life, if she lose him…

"I'm sorry" He says rueful, as if he really mean it, "But things have changed"

"What? What do you mean?" She asks trying to calm down, she won't cry, they hadn't been dating for that long, but still it is so painful just two days ago she felt this amazing connection between they, she felt endless as if they were one single thing, and now it is over.

"I'm not a good person Allison, I'm not good enough for you, and I won't be, at least not now" He says squeezing his eyes shut.

Not being good enough for her? Is he kidding her? Scott is the sweetest and nicest person in the entire world, how couldn't he be good enough for her? Where he could get such idea?

Shit.

It was him, her dad, all that crap about the boyfriend and the sex talk, he is the only one who could tell Scott about not being good enough for her, and considering the fact that the whole town is wired with cameras there must be at least one tape of them hanging out, maybe he saw the mall's, this is all his fault, how can he be so selfish? He's a jerk, he has been all her life dragging her around the country because of his RPG monster's hunt, never leaved her have a normal life, lied to her, her whole life! And now that she feels safe and comfortable he takes that from her too.

"Scott"

"I'm really sorry" He snivels standing up and climbing down the steps.

….

Melissa walks down the hallway when her eyes meet with Mrs. Mackenzie who apparently has been arguing with the sheriff about the search parties in the town, in the farthest office she finds Tony, he's a good guy who has been really helpful for them since he got here, that's why she is here now, she needs his help, and intelligence to track down Margarie, she has been trying to contact the woman since she left the Evans' home yesterday and unfortunately she hadn't been able to reach her. All of her phones are out of services and in her file there is no clue of where she might have moved after he nephew died.

"Tony! How are you kiddo?" She says politely.

"Oh hi Mrs. M" The boy replies with a smirk.

Tony a short legged guy he is in his late twenties, actually she's not sure if he's twenty five or twenty eight, she always forgets to ask, he has short black hair, and brown eyes, he's addicted to chocolate and that's why Mellissa brought him today a hot chocolate mug from the store next the station.

"Look what I have brought you" She offers the mug with a smile.

Tony detaches his eyes from his computer and smiles at the sight of the steaming mug.

"Thank you Mrs. M you didn't have to" He replies blushing.

"It's nothing" She replies smirking, "So what are you up to?" Ask casually.

"Um not much, just checking up some old files, doing a wipe to the system, my computer is a little overloaded" He explains rolling his eyes.

"So…." She starts biting her bottom lip "Wouldn't you mind if I ask you a favor?"

"Anything you want Mrs. M" He smiles again and looks back at his screen "just tell me what you need"

"I need to reach this woman" She explains showing him Margarie's file "There are phones and emails, and everything else, but she moved out and I can't find her"

"So what did this woman?" He asks arching a brow, and coming back to his computer, his fingers flying quickly through the keys typing Margarie's information in the search engine "It will take a couple of minutes, our internet service sucks"

"She did nothing, I'm just trying to figure out something, that's all" She replies.

"Oh look here is it" He says when Margarie's picture pops in the screen in the top right corner accompanied by a couple of data that Mellissa can't read from her angle.

"She moved indeed to the other side of the country, a couple of moths actually" Tony explains squinting to the screen, "But she didn't stay longer"

"What do you mean? Is she back?" Mellissa Frowns.

"No, she was murdered" He says with pity in his voice.

No… this….can't, Mellissa leans closer to the screen and starts reading the text, apparently a thief got into Margarie's apartment there was a fight and she ended up dead, Oh god! This can't be happening, she's about to take her eyes off of the screen when something calls her attention, she moved far, really far, to a small town in New Jersey, and she was…murdered… three months ago, more specifically two days after Patrick's dead, no… this can't be a coincidence, what if she knew something and tried to escape and… oh come on! Is not like the bear or whatever killed her nephew chased down the woman and killed her.

"What about her brother? Can you find him?" She asks, her bottom lip wobbling, this don't make any sense at all.

"Ok no problem" Tony replies looking around Margarie's profile and seconds later a man's face pops in the screen.

"George Evans" He says starting to read the information that just showed up "He died two years ago, in a car accident, actually all his family died, the only survivor was their sixteen years old son Patrick"

Oh shit!

….

In matter of days the winter hit hard the town, all the streets houses and cars are covered with snow, Scott can't stop thinking about Christmas and the plans he had hangout with Allison for the holydays, go together to Sadie Hawkins, snow balls fights with Stiles and her, go to the movies, even talk to her about meeting her dad. He always spent Christmas with his mom and Stiles' family, messing around with Stiles near the abandoned mill in the farthest side of the woods to drink booze and talk about how shitty school was, they also visited Portland to watch the fireworks and get presents for everybody, the lights in the tree, the food, the joy….the happiness… Stiles….Allison everything was gone.

It's been two weeks since he broke up with Allison and accepted Derek's offering, it supposes he must feel like a hero, doing all this to save the town and the people he love, Derek has been toughing him how to control his instincts and the advantages of his new abilities, though the winter and the snow had decrease their sense of smell considerably, Derek is a good guy, despite all the fact that Scott lost everything because of him he can't stop feeling some respect for the guy, he is doing all that to protect Beacon Hills, but every time Scott thinks about an upcoming war, his stomach squirms, he's afraid to die, and at the same time he doesn't, a part of him feels like it would be the best if some random werewolf rips down his throat, he deserves it after all what he done. In other hand the other werewolves threat him well, thought Erica keeps having argues with Derek about the need of new werewolf in the pack, Scott agrees with her, he doesn't know how many the other werewolves are and a war doesn't sound like a few of them.

Isaac is pretty funny, sometimes he plays jests to Derek and always ends up flying through a window, sometimes he reminds Scott a bit of Stiles, and something stings him in the chest, he misses Stiles he misses him so much, he can't stop thinking that there should be another way, something that would help him break free from his curse and be normal teenager, he has been looking for it in his spare time –which isn't too big considering his grades- and he hadn't find anything, internet sucks when it is a matter of real supernatural things, he's pretty sure Stiles would have found the answer, anyway Derek told him there is a way to make him human again, and he promised he will tell him once they win the battle, Scott is not sure why but Derek seems pretty confident about their victory, he wishes he could be so hopeful as the guy who cursed him, so he can come back to his previous life with Stiles and Allison by his side, having full sleep nights and don't getting in trouble with his mom for breaking his curfew and lie to her telling he has been practicing Lacrosse with the guys.

He doesn't sleep anymore, or at least is how he feels it, his nights are endless, sometimes he has full sleep nights where there is nothing in his mind, everything is black, but the most of time he has nightmares, were he runs down the streets in all fours chasing Allison and his mom and then murdering them, or the bees' captain or the first guy who died thought he still can't recall those days, when he tries all that comes to his memory is anger and fear and blood's scent, it is scaring, them he thinks about Stiles' taking pills for sleeping, to pretend smiles and he feels like shit, his friend was so lonely, and sad and scared for so long, frightened of going to sleep and see a monster, see him, and after all that he staid by his side and helped him, Scott can't take it anymore, he's so angry with himself for killing those guys, for lying his mom, for being forced to be part of a war to which he isn't related, for hurting Stiles and Allison, he needs to be done with this guilt that presses down his chest, he wants it to be over, he wants to go to sink in the nothingness where nothing can reach him not even his guilt or the pain.

….

It's being two weeks since Stiles last saw Scott or came into the cabin, he knows he was bored of doing the same every day, wake Scott up and try to force to turn back into a human, but now he even misses the idea of being running down the woods while his friend chases him in the shape of a monster, everything has lost its sense, he spends the days at home, cleaning up and learning new healthy recipes, or reading a new book, he had read a lot of great books lately but not even them can fill the hole he fills inside. At school everything is the same, Harris tries to tease him, he doesn't pay attention, gets high grades, some days he goes over Lydia's –yeah she forgave him after he made out a lie about being sick- to work in a school projects, her mom is really nice and bakes awesome chocolate chip's cookies by the way, later Tackler shows up and takes Lydia in a date, she has invited him over a couple of times but he always says no, he doesn't want to be the third wheel and he can't stand Tackler anyway, it's a cocky and selfish bastard, it is enough to have to sit with him at lunch he doesn't want to see him more often.

None of the girls at school have asked him for Sadie Hawkins which isn't just sad but also humiliating, he's not sure if it's because of his scent's awing stench or because of Lydia's imprudence, but the fact is that none of the girls at school want anything to do with him, his last hope is Allison, Lydia told him that Scott broke up with her, and he's not impressed, he knows his friend is just trying to keep them safe from himself, and he couldn't agree more with him.

Speaking of Allison, she tries to pretend she isn't affected by their broke up or the fact that Scott doesn't sit with them anymore, actually she participates in the conversations and laughs at Lydia's mean comments about the other girl's dressing style, but he knows it, he feels it deep inside that she's having a hard time, that her smile are fake and that loneliness is dragging her deep into darkness, he's not sure how he can know all this, maybe it has something to do with what Isaac said about they both having the exact same scent, Stiles has been looking for it on internet, even in the deep web but he hadn't find anything, his new friends in the deep web doesn't have any idea of how two persons can have an exact same scent or how it's smell can be a bad omen.

Sometimes he wanders around the wood line, near his old home, but not to close, he's afraid of crossing his path with Dr. Deaton, he still can't understand how his mom's best friend could have tried to kill him, does he knows something? After all the shit that happened he wouldn't be impressed. When he's near the woods sometimes he feels tempted to walk in and watch Scott's training, what they teach him? How to tear a limb? How to howl hard? It would be funny if Stiles mood wasn't in scaring low levels, almost as low as he was months after his mom passed, he feels lonely, and lost, and empty the only think that makes him smile in the mornings is the fact that his dad is still alive.

….

Life has been shit lately, since Scott dumped her Allison hadn't be able to find a true reason to smile, especially because she's sure her dad is the reason Scott broke up with her in the first place, she has been thinking about it over and over in her mind while she's at lunch in the school, she's happy Lydia is her friend, because is the kind of friend who won't stop talking and allows you to drift off without noticing all you need to do is nod and say a random comment sometime, though Allison is a little hurt about Lydia saying Scott is a jerk just like Jackson.

Her dad has been pretty busy lately, she discovered that there is another place he visits for hours before heading to the apartment, one day she skipped gym's class and drove there just to find out that there is a construction after all, which means her dad is indeed an architect by day and a creatures' hunter by night, she's not sure what he does in the display room anymore, the attacks has ceased completely and the people is starting to jog in the woods and everything else, she knows he has been waiting for friends to come help him hunt down the wildling, she had heard him again having an arguing in his room about the full moon getting nearer, and yup is full moon in two days and her dad's hunt club hasn't showed up yet, or at least that's what she thinks, anyway she has been mourning enough the last two weeks, she hasn't even read anymore of the Binding book –yeah that's the name, turns out her phone has this app that looks on the web whatever think you take a picture of- she just got the name, the website is blocked so she doesn't know anything else about who wrote the book or when, but she's decided, probably all this will be done in two days and then they will move out again, and maybe it would be the best, but first she wants to see the werewolf with her own eyes, wants to see the life's fading from the eyes of the creature that haunted her dreams for so long.

….

So Tony isn't as good as she thought, the make the story short, the idiot came up to the sheriff to ask him if they needed any more help in the case Mellissa was working on, the man called Mellissa at her office and started to yell at her for losing her time in a closed case when she should be working on the meth's lab working in the town. But that's not all, she thought she could ask the boy a little bit more help checking up Patrick's cellphone's texts record or his email's she sure now that someone a person definitely murdered that family but why? The sheriff is so intransigent, his arrogance is sinking the station, she misses Sheriff Morgan, she don't get how could made him go and bring this jackass, anyway surprise Tony refused to help her, he said he couldn't dig inside a closed case any longer or he might get in trouble, so it's better to forget spying Patrick's texts, now where she can find someone willing to hack an email? She needs to find something, anything that might give her a clue that Patrick could have been harassed or threated by someone, but who could help her out?

….

The house is fully clean, the dishes the stove, he mopped around all the floor, and his dad is peacefully resting in his bed, Stiles is not sleepy, but is better to try to get some sleep, tomorrow is Sadie Hawkins' dance and the start of the holiday season which means a lot of free time to watch the shows he had miss and read a some new book, it will be a really hard season, it will be their first Christmas without his mom, and now without Scott so maybe it's better to spend it sleeping.

He climbs up the stairs and finds his dad at the top of the steps fully dressed and wearing a thick coat, there is suitcase in his hand.

"Dad!" He blurts out shocked, he thought he was asleep. "Are you going somewhere?"

His dad takes a minute before answering.

"I…um… don't be scare, there is nothing to be worry about but I just got a call, my dad felt from his chair, he broke some bones, but he's fine… he's truly fine, I'm going over to visit them a couple of days, I have already called Mellissa, you're staying with them until I'm back"

"Dad! No! I want to go, I want to see grandpa" Stiles begs, starting to feel the lack of air in his lungs.

"I'm sorry son, but you have school tomorrow, anyway isn't the big dance tomorrow night?" His dad smirks. "Everything is going to be fine"

"I don't care about school, I have high grades I'm going with you" He hurries to push him aside to pack his clothes, but his dad takes him by his arm.

"No…you can't… is"

Just say it for Christ sake, say you're afraid I might have another episode.

"I have to go, be good at Mellissa's, if you need money call me, I'll be back as soon as I can" His father says with a sad smile pressing his lips against Stiles forehead, and then climbing down the stairs.

When his dad is gone, a lot of feelings takes over Stiles, fear for his grandfather's life, pity for his grandma who must be really scared, frustration for not being able to tell his dad that everything he said was right and anger for him not trusting him to stay alone at home until he gets back, anyway how is he going to share a room with Scott when they don't even talk to each other? Maybe he can stay, maybe he can talk to Mrs. M about he's feeling good and happy and that there is no need for her to babysitting him because he's not eight anymore!

He gets in his room a closes the door, there is no way he's going over Scott's he doesn't care that Scott is trying to keep him safe, he's mad at him, for being so selfish and a jerk, and for thinking there is anything Stiles could do to help him, fuck!

"Hey" A harsh voice says and a pair of ice-cold blue eyes shine in the darkness.

Damn! Stiles jumps on his feet, his heart skipping a beat.

"Derek!" He gasp, "What are you doing here?" He asks feeling his blood boiling in his veins just to the sight of the werewolf? "What happened? Need your TV to stop shifting into a toaster?"

He werewolf stares at him with annoyance "Funny" replies sharply.

"Seriously you can't climb up by my window, you're going to scare my neighbors" He reproaches.

"There is no time, Scott is missing" Derek grunts.

A way of panic takes over Stiles.

"He's not missing I saw tomorrow morning at school" Stiles affirms calming down.

"He didn't came over tonight and won't answer his phone" Derek explains, his teeth clenched.

"Why should I help you? Scott and I aren't friends anymore, and it's because of your fault by the way" Stiles spits glaring at the werewolf, he's tempted to punch his bitter face, oh how he wants to do it, but it wouldn't help he will probably end up dead and with a broken hand.

"I thought you cared about him, after all what you did for him" Derek reproaches with disappointment in his voice.

Disappointment? Really?

"Of course I care about him, but I think he would ran way, he's probably in the movies trying to forget for a minute how fucked his life is"

"This isn't a game, the police is searching for a missing girl, and Scott is missing too Erica and the rest are already hunting him, they are sure he killed the girl, if they find him before us or worse if they don't then he will be running free tomorrow in the full moon, his second full moon, it doesn't matter how good he did lately, if we don't catch him and chain him up we're all going to be screwed" Derek says with a glare.

Fuck!

"What about your super magical nose? Is broken or something?"

"The winter is blocking my sense of smell, I can't catch a scent farther than 1 mile" The brood guy says sternly. "You're his friend, you know how he thinks, if someone can find him, it is you"

….

She climbs up the stairs and starts unbuttoning her uniform, she's so tired, it was a loss of time trying to convince Tony to help her, she passes by Scott's room the lights are out yet she's able to see the bulk on the bed, thank god he's home he has been getting back too late the last weeks, it doesn't matter how hard she yells or how much she grounds him, he keeps doing it, at least one thing is working on.

She gets in her room and sighs, she's not sure how the emails password's hacking works, she hadn't a case related to it before, but obviously she can't start an order when the sheriff explicitly made clear he wanted them working on the meth's lab and no in teenager's closed cases, so if she's going to do this, she needs help from someone who knows how to hack the system, someone who smart that doesn't care about getting in trouble…someone… someone like Stiles.

She passes by Scott's room and glances through the door's ajar, there is no quilt on Scott's room, so Stiles hadn't come up yet, which means that he's probably still picking up his stuffs or waiting until tomorrow to come over, and Simon just left to visit his father, this is her chance, she miss it.

Melissa dashes down the stairs, when she's at the door a hum of a car engine's makes her instinctively look at her right where Simon's old jeep drives off, but… Simon's car isn't there either which means… Where the hell his boy think is going this late? Oh he's going to be in so much trouble, right after helping her spy Patrick Evans' email of course. She gets up in her car and start to follow the now distant lights of Stiles' car.

Where he thinks he's going? This route takes… oh is he going to their old home? What does this kid have in mind? She feels sorry for him, she's tempted to let him get there but she can't Simon would be really mad at her if something happens to him, Scott would be really mad at her something if something happens to him, she will be really mat at herself if something happens to her little boy, so she keeps driving and, oh he's not going to his house, but where them? What is wrong with him? He's driving toward the forest, is he insane? She doesn't care what the sheriff or the rest of the department says, there is still a wild animal in there and it's going to kill him if she doesn't stop him, Mellissa takes out her phone and starts dialing Stiles' number, but he's forwarding the call, Stiles! Oh she's going to kill him, he's going to be grounded until he's… Oh how dumped she has been, sometimes she really looks at Stiles' as…

He stops his car in the entrance of the forest's dirt road that is now covered with a thick layer of snow, but why? She gets down of her car and runs toward him, Stiles climbs down the jeep and closes the door, there is a shadow she's not sure, is someone else with him? She's not sure.

"Stiles" She calls having a hard time to run in the snow.

"Stiles" She repeats but the boy is not listening and then steps inside the forest.

Mellissa struggles with the snow a little harder until she reaches the jeep, she gets into the woods and looks around, and there… is no sight of Stiles… or the town behind her.

….

He has been so stupid! He can't believe he let everything slip through his fingers, there is missing girl somewhere, he hadn't be able to get a clue, there is nothing in the screens as if she just vanished or they found out about the cameras and took her in one of the blind spots in his system, he had lost all this months following Victoria's ideals, two boys had died thought there are still some question puzzling his mind about the one. He can't let that poor girl die, what if she was Allison? He wouldn't be able to stand it if the girl was Allison he would lose his mind and kill all of them, and maybe…. That's the only way, damn Jeremy, Damn Dave and Marc, he's gonna have to do this alone, if someone else dies tomorrow night it will call the attention and they will come and he won't be able to stop the, it will be a bloodbath.

He turns off the radio he got to spy the police and fastens it to his belt, he's not sure of how much Allison knows, but he can't allow her to discover what he's about to do, it is too risky and h must admit to himself he's scared, if he could only read the wind, but he has no time for possibilities he needs facts and the only way to get them is trying, he only hopes he success today or else…. He needs a backup plan if Allison wakes up in the morning to find out he's dead, if he dies she will need to run away and never come back, but what? He's running out of time, he can't afford to lose more minutes in a few hours will be full-moon's morning and they're strength will be bigger, and even now he has his doubts about being able to do anything.

He slightly pushes his bed aside being careful to not make any noise and wake up Allison, below the fake wood slate his takes out the narrow suitcase, and takes an assault rifle and two hand guns, hauls a crossbow over shoulders and hides a couple blessed steel knives, may not be pure silver but the monkshood's cocktail will do the rest.

He walks out his room and approaches Allison's, from the door he can see her silhouette on the bed against the moon's brightness reflected by the snow on the windowsill, if he could only reach her, and say how much he loves, and kiss her forehead, unfortunately he can't she will feel him coming and would wake up, then he wouldn't be able to leave and all his efforts would be in vain.

He climbs down the stairs in the middle of the darkness, closes the door behind him, something is not right he can feel it, but he can't tell what, now he feels stupid to not pay more attention in Beats and Breathing's when he was a teenager, he could tell with just a sniff of the night air if this was the right night to do it or if they will someday be safe. He reaches his car pulls opens the door, and heats the engine, tomorrow everything will be over, he will make sure of it.

….

They have been wandering around the snow for a while, and there is no sight of Scott and luckily neither of the others.

"I need to try" Stiles says stubbornly.

"You could die, you have been lucky of not draining yourself the past times" Derek replies with annoyance, his head leaned forward as a dog that tries to catch a scent. "Just think about him, let your legs guide you, it is almost the same but it won't kill if you accidentally push too hard"

He's trying he's fucking trying, he has been trying for an hour and he hadn't be able to get anything, they have been running on circles for hours.

"What about you? Why you don't try it? Stiles asks.

"I don't work on us, werewolves have all kind of orientation senses that it is impossible for us to get lost or twitch the binding, because we always know exactly where we are"

"I don't get it, what is the purpose on being able to do it if I'm not technically allowed to do it?" Stiles says frustrated.

"You need training, need to gain control, I told you shouldn't be able to do it, but you're stronger than I thought" Derek explains without looking at him.

"So you can teach me?" Stiles asks thrilled, the idea of learning some magic tricks is tempting.

"I don't know anything about bindings, actually Binders and werewolves aren't along with each other" Derek mumbles leaving Stiles more puzzled than before.

"Can you explain me what the hell is a Binder?" The boy asks sick of Derek assuming he always knows what he's talking about.

"There is no time, I need you do to something" Derek says stopping short.

"What?" the boy asks shivering, it is so cold and his legs are soaked with melted snow, oh god he wishes he could be back in his warm bed, why Scott had to scape this late night? Why not doing it in the morning of a summer day?

Something falls on his head, Stiles reaches his hands up over the extremely warm cloth, and looks at his back where Derek is taking out his white top tank, baring his torso, the moonlight hits his pale chest and abs almost making them glow but there is something else, there are short wisps of steam coming out of his naked body.

"Why are you staring?" Derek asks glaring at him.

"You…"Stiles starts gaping at the spidery foggy forms in the werewolves' body.

The top tank flies to his head.

"I'm hot if that what you mean" The werewolf replies rolling his eyes and kneeling down to unloose his boots.

"I know but I didn't thought it was literal I mean is like you're on fire" Stiles says shocked.

"You should put on the jacket, it will keep you warm for a while" Derek advises working on the second boot.

Stiles shoves an arm through Derek's leather jacket and a surprisingly pleasant hotness skims his skin spreading in seconds through he's body, he's not freezing anymore, he wants to be a damn werewolf!

Derek shoves Stiles his boots, he catches them, and starts to have a hard time to hold everything, he wishes he had his backpack with him right now, but there is nothing he can do.

Derek's hand unbuttons his jeans and pulls then down, Stiles turns on his back embarrassed.

"You could have warned me!" Reproaches embarrassed.

"Humans" Derek snorts.

Fucking racist were-dump and his lack of decency. "Why are you undressing anyway?" He asks still back at Derek.

"I'll shift, my nose will be a little better, I won't be able to talk so you need to stay close to me, if the others show run and find Scott ok?"

Stiles hears a soft moan at his back and something that sounded like a crunching bone, and when he looks back a giant Wolf as white as the snow that surrounds them stares at him with ice-blue beaming eyes.

….

Where in the hell is Stiles? Is he insane? How he can come back to the forest after what happened to him? Oh he's in so much trouble. Mellissa tries to dialing again but he won't answer, she has been looking for him for an hour already without success and speaking of the woods, there is something really odd going on with them, the last time she's not used to get lost, she grew up in that forest, hanged out with Thalia a lot in here, how can she get lost? She's almost sure the town vanished right behind her as soon as she stepped inside, but that doesn't make any sense.

Oh there he is and…. Oh Jesus Christ.

"STILES!" She cries and darts toward him, her heart gives a lurch, she looks for her gun in her belt, thank god she didn't finish undressing when she decided to look for him, this can't be real there is a HUGE white furred dog…. No it is a wolf? How can be a wolf in there? And how can it be so large? It is, terrifying big and bold, it is practically the same size as the boy and it is on its all fours, its pale color reflects the moonlight its ghostly gleam makes her shiver.

"Calm down" She mumbles to the boy's shocked face as she slowly pulls up her gun and aims the wolf's head.

"Mrs. M" Stiles says with a shaky voice.

"Everything is going to be alright" She assures though she's not sure how, that is the creature, that is the thing that murdered those boys, but that doesn't make any sense, what happens with Patrick and his family? There is something really weird going on here.

It is too close to Stiles, its blue eyes stare straight at her, there is something scary and intimidating about them, as if the creature could reason, it is disturbing… What the hell is going on? You need to calm down Melissa, calm down, you have only one shot, you need to be quick or Stiles may die.

It slightly moves an enormous paw forward and she shots, she couldn't helped, she freaked out, the high pitched crack followed by a short whine buzzes in her ear, she scoots back and squeezes the handgrip, she missed.

"Wait…Mrs. M, don't hurt him" Stiles says standing before the wolf and her, what is wrong with this kid "Don't hurt him, he's my friend"

"Your friend?" Mellissa repeats without understand already aiming between the eyes.

"My pet actually, his name is Sparky" The boy explains, there is drip of sweat running down his temple, who's that jacket? And those clothes he's carrying?

"Stiles… that's the animal that have been killing people in the town" She tries to explain him "Slowly walk toward me and don't look back, ok?" She says doing her best to not sound as terrified as she is.

"No… I'm telling, he wouldn't hurt anybody"

"Stiles"

"Don't kill him Mrs. M, is my friend, I thought it tricks I promise" The boy begs, "Look"

Stiles turns his back to her, God help me!

"Sparky roll" this has to be joke.

The wolf stares at Stiles with a killer gaze, this is her chance, she prepares herself to shot and when she's about to shoot wolf rolls on its back.

"Sparky sit!" Stiles commands and the wolf do the trick, what the hell? "Sparky stand" The wolf obeys again, she's pretty impress.

"Those are pretty good tricks Stiles but…"

"Sparky lick your balls" The boy says and for some reason there is a sneer in his face, this has gone too far.

The wolf remains still and its fangs are starting to show up.

"Stiles come here now!" She orders.

"Sparky do the thing!" Stiles urges with an annoying voice, the wolf lets out a snarl and curls itself into a ball in the ground starting to skim its genitals with its tongue.

Stiles cracks in a laughs "You you're doing it, you're actually doing it oh my god!" Chortles a little more insanely.

Ok maybe is not late to find a mental institution for him.

"Stiles is amazing that you trained it as your pet, but it is a wild creature… it is dangerous"

"No he's not, you can pet him, really" Stiles says reaching the wolf, Mellissa's heart skips a beat, the boy puts a hand on its head and slowly strokes its fur. "See? Come on" He beckons her to come closer.

"You can even pull of its hair" He does it and the beast whines, "Or even step on its paws, its safe" A higher wail and a recoil from the wolf "he really is, please don't him down, it's my friend"

"Enough Stiles, I got it" She says sharply, she's sick of it.

"Come here, were going home now!" She yells and beckons him.

"Can I stay a little lon…?"

"Stiles now!" She says furious.

The boy seems about to say something, but the wolf approaches him and pushes him with his muzzle ahead, as if it were trying to make him leave, Oh dear lord.

Stiles steps next to her, and her heartbeat starts to steady, thought she doubts it will be fully stable until they are back home.

She takes Stiles from his leather jacket; he's still carrying those clothes in his hands.

"I need your favor with something" She explains though she's not sure anymore if Patrick's mail will take her somewhere, she feels like driving toward a dead end.

Stiles nods.

"Good because if you'd say no I would have called your dad to tell him about your new pet" She says craning her neck back to make sure the wolf isn't following them, she should tell the sheriff about it, maybe in the morning, right now, god she's so tired, she closes her eyes, and yearns for her bed.

Her head falls over the cold snow and she quickly stands, how did she fall? She opens her eyes, the whole landscape changed, she's lying on a clearing, and… there is no trace of Stiles or the wolf, how is this possible?

….

Stiles knees sink in the snow, and he looks around, he's near the lake, Oh God! He feels like he just ran one hundred miles! He groans helps himself to stand by hugging to a naked tree trunk. He must have been thinking about going far from Scott's mom, he's not sure of what he was thinking in that very moment; damn and now he is lost.

He takes some air, Derek's clothes are scattered in the snow, oh he's going to kick his ass, he picks them up and is about to start his way when he realizes he has no idea of where to go, maybe south, what was that thing Derek said earlier in his room? You're his friend, you know how he thinks, if someone can find him, it is you, well guess what? he has no idea.

Stiles starts walking when far ahead a mound of snow moves, did he see right? Maybe his little travel made him hit his head, no... It is definitively moving, well actually dashing, toward him, Stiles starts running on the opposite side, he looks back and the wolf lurches over him, Stiles blocks his head with his arms at the time the creature turns human in the air a really pissed off and naked human guy.

Derek takes Stiles by the collar of his shirt and stamps him against the tree back him, leaning toward him, his eyes flaring like blue flames.

"Sparky?" Derek says clenching his teeth.

"I… freaked out ok? She was going to shoot you and I had to do something"

"And the only thing that came to your mouth was made a fool of me?"

"Oh come on! It was funny"

"It was fucking hilarious" Derek growls the grip of his hand on Stiles neck starting to burn his skin.

"I'm sorry ok? I just tried to save your life" He says hurt.

"You know I wouldn't have died" Derek says angrily.

"Forget it ok? We need to find Scott" Stiles reminds him with the hope Derek let go and don't Scorch Stiles' throat "Geez you need to work in your anger issues"

"And you in your jokes" The wolf replies sharply.

Stiles' phone rings, he takes it out hoping it is Scott but it isn't him, it is his mom and crap he has five missed calls from her.

"Hey Mrs. M" He says casually.

"Stiles where the hell are you?" She asks angrily.

"I'm on my way back home" He lies.

"What happened? How we split?" She asks with a shaky voice, oh great now he feels sorry for having to make her believe she's becoming insane.

"We fell, remember? As long as we started walking we rolled down steep ground, we didn't see it because of the snow"

There is a pause before she replies again.

"Oh I'm sorry I must have knocked my head really hard"

"I looked for you but couldn't find you so I thought about getting back in town and look for help"

"No I'm fine, I'm near the line, so you say you're out of the woods?" She asks hesitantly.

"Yes ma'am" He replies coolly.

"Ok I'll meet you back home" She says cutting the call.

Stiles glances up and his eyes meets Derek's puzzled ones, "You're a really good liar" Derek says impressed.

"It's a natural gift" Stiles says with self-sufficient grin, "though is better to make sure she gets back home, you keep looking for Scott and I'll…"

The world spins, and his head falls on his side.

"What's going on?" Derek asks shaking him, "I told you to not travel"

Stiles' knees turn into jelly and his body slumps down but his head never meets the snow, apparently Derek is holding by the jacket, his skin is sticky with sweat, and his head won't stop spinning, he feels sick, he feels like when he's drunk, though it's been a long time since the last time he did, he doesn't a have a drop of alcohol since two years ago before his mom got sick, when Scott and him…

"Are you ok?" Derek asks in a thin voice, maybe Stiles' ears are failing two.

"I know where he is" Stiles slurs

"Where?" Derek asks with relief in his voice.

"He's on the mill, by the creek outside the town" Stiles explains panting.

"Ok, stay here, I'll make sure his mom gets out of the wood, I'll be back in a couple in ten minutes, if you see the others…"

"I… know…. I run" Stiles says between gasps while Derek gently takes him down leaning his back against a tree. "So you care about me now" Snorts with his last breath.

"No, after what you did to me back there in front of that woman I decided I'm going to rip down your throat when this all over, maybe it will encourage Scott to kill me in case he still has doubts" Derek says sternly, then shifting into his wolf form and dashing out of his sight.

Stiles chuckles and closes his eyes, he needs to calm down and regain some strength, and he's going to need it.

After ten minutes, he's feeling a little better, but unfortunately Derek is not back, and now that his mind is starting react a memory makes him jolt to his feet, Scott killed a girl, Erica, Vernon and Isaac are looking for him to kill him for real, he needs to find Scott, he needs to find him now! Stiles stands and starts trudging to the mill, it will take him hours to get there on foot if he only could….

"You did it again didn't you" Derek voice's says next to him.

Stiles opens his eyes, he's so dazed.

"How long I've been here?" Stiles asks craning his neck.

"I don't know, I just caught your scent, even though you stink as trash it have been hard for me to find you in this weather" Derek says angrily.

"Am I going to die?" Stiles asks with not enough strength to even feel scared.

"No, but you need to rest or you'll definitely die" Derek explains angrily, "You had to wait for me as I told you"

"I couldn't… they are going to… kill him" Stiles pants.

His body flies up and his eyes shut down again… His head is bouncing, literally, he flutters his eyes open the landscape shifts at high speed the brisk air ruffles his hair, he digs his head in the puffy and warm quilt in which he's lying, then his head jerks up. Derek is carrying him on his back toward the mill, is taking him with Scott, his head jerks up oh god! He's on Derek's back on Derek's frigging naked back, this is so wrong, Stiles tries to sit and falls, his body rolling down steep ground, oh great Karma.

When he stops he opens his eyes and shakes the snow off from him, he's in front of a concrete wall with a musky smell and a hole at the top, they did it, they got in. Stiles stands quickly and starts climbing up the wall, thank god it is short or else he might fall, he's still a little dizzy, when he reaches the top, peeks trough the wall, everything is dark inside, but he's able to get a glance of the back of a Lacrosse's shirt.

He slowly gets in, and gets down. Derek throws himself in after him.

"Scott?" Stiles asks, his friend is relying on a after his body shaking out of control, a snivel break's Stiles' heart.

He looks around, it pitch dark, he can't see anything but Scott's white shirt, he reaches closer and puts a hand on the his friend shoulder, Scott mourns harder.

"I'm pathetic" Scott says with a high pitched voice.

Stiles sits next to him and his ass gets sticky with something, oh gross, he looks down it is impossible to see what it is but there is a peculiar smell, a coppery…

"You tried to kill yourself!" He yells! Throwing himself over Scott, the world spinning around, damn he needs to rest. "What the hell were you thinking? You can't kill yourself!" Stiles says punching in the stomach, god! He's so angry! How can he be so selfish?

"I know! As soon as I make the cut the wound is already healing"

"That's not what I meant" Stiles grunts.

"Where the hell you get all this energy?" Derek asks in astonishment, his shining eyes fixed on Stiles. "He almost dies today, looking for you by the way" Says the pack leader taking Stiles from top Scott as if he was just a dummy doll.

"Why?" Scott demands furious, "Why? After all I said and did to you why you still care about me? I feel it deep inside me, I'm a monster, I want to dismember people I can feel it, so tell why?"

"Yeah I would like to hear that too" Derek says with annoyance, Stiles doesn't need to see him to know he's probably rolling his eyes right now.

"Because you're my friend, and no matter what! I'll always be by your side" Stiles blurts out feeling his cheeks burning. "You're not bad Scott, I don't care what you think you're the nicest guy I now and I would let that all this crap sink you! I'll stay by you even if you try to push me aside, ignore me or kill me"

"Thanks" Scott says glancing down at the floor.

"Good you're friends again, now let's find a way to hide his butt before the others come" Derek says sternly.

"What? Why?" Scott asks lost.

"You killed a girl, Erica freaked out they're looking for you blah, blah, blah they're going to kill you and tomorrow is full moon" Stiles hurries to say.

"When, where?" Scott says shocked. "I've been here the whole day I swear, I swear it wasn't me!"

"Actually there is no body yet, they just think that maybe you did it, but she could have been kidnaped by robbers, or she ditched home"

"It's true, maybe it is all a misunderstanding" Derek agrees thoughtfully.

"Well call your doggies and tell them to stop their hunt" Stiles says furious.

"They won't listen, not on a full moon day, they will lose their control, and we need to keep Scott safe too until the moon is gone" Derek explains.

"Wait… they don't know he's here right? This place is far and their noses aren't working properly…"Stiles starts, "Scott can hide here until the morning after the full moon"

"And how would you make him stay instead of getting out to rip people's throat?" Derek says condescendingly.

Silver.

"We need silver" He says scratching his ear, he knows he has silver somewhere but where?

"Silver?" Scott asks puzzled.

"Yeah, a silver chain, it doesn't matter how strong you are you won't be able to break it" Stiles explains thinking about silver, when was the last time he saw a silver chain?

Oh right he was in his mom's house looking the fairy tale book, and then he… oh he has been so dump, he's wearing it right now, it's his mom's silver chain but they really need it, they do.

"Turn on your back" He orders and Scott does so.

He takes off his chain reluctantly and ties his friend's hands against the raft with it.

"I'm sorry I'll try to get a larger one for tomorrow morning" Stiles promises.

"I'll be back soon, will make sure they don't kick his ass in the way back home, and will get some clothes" Derek says hoarsely, what's going on with him?

"You don't have to come, it would be more helpful if you find that girl and clean my name"

"You're right" Derek says nodding.

"What are you doing naked anyway?" Scott says puzzled with a brief chuckle.

"Long story"

"You are a hero ok? You're not a monster, you're going to do great things, you're going to protect your mom, and Allison and all the town, I know you can do it! I know it, just think as a hero, think as a hero and everything will be fine" Those are the last words Stiles says before getting out of the abandoned mill.

Derek climbs down from the car when the get to Stiles' home, he came with him to make sure the other werewolves didn't follow him and do something to him right after they found his soaked pants in the snow, he promised he would be back as fast as he's can. Shit everything is screwed up, what if Scott did actually kill that girl and can't remember it? They are going to kill him, they need a plan, they need a way to get him out of there, he shoves his keys on his pockets, what a night, at least he finally can get some rest, he opens the door and…

"Where have you been?" Scott's mom says angrily at the door.

"I was just…."

"What is that thing you were petting in the woods Stiles?" She sighs, there is some relief in her voice. "I was so concerned, how could you did this to me? Do you have any idea of how angry your dad… Never mind, I got work for you"

"Work?" Stiles says puzzled.

"Yeah I know it was you who hacked those guys' facebook's profiles three years ago, you know? The ones who have been bulling you… remember?

Oh crap.

"I need you to do the same for me and won't tell your dad about the hard time you gave me today, alright? But forget about your pet, even if it's not the animal that has been murdering teenagers, which I doubt, it is a dangerous creature and not a pet, understand?"

"Yes ma'am" Replies Stiles listless, already climbing up the stairs to get his laptop.

….

Her dad hasn't got out of the car in two hours, why they hadn't move since then? What is he waiting for? All her body hurts after spending hours crouched behind the passenger's seat. God! She's tempted to getting out, she doesn't care if her dad discovers her or not, it is so… The car is moving! The car is moving! Where is he taking her now?

This time he only drives five minutes and then gets out of the car slamming the car behind him, Allison takes her chance to get out of her stash when she can't hear his steps anymore, she opens the door and gets down, kneeling behind the car to not let her dad see her, her boots sink in the snow and she shivers, hell they're in the woods, this is for real, she look at her back it is all dark, ahead she can see her dad's silhouette approaching to a building a house, most of the lights are out, except for the one in the porch, where a tall boy… Derek is waiting with his arms folded; Allison reaches a little closer to get a better view, her dad his reaching him with a gun held high.

"Who is it?" Her dad says sharply.

"I don't know what you are talking about… sir" The guy says sternly.

"Don't play the fool with me boy, do you think it worth to risk everything because of one of your little dogs!? Her dad yells.

Oh god! Is Derek? The nice guy who brought her home that day, her dad become insane… and… it all makes sense now!

"I don't know what you're planning but his ends, here and now, I gave you enough chances to redeem yourself to do something with your life, but instead you have been killing poor kids all over the town"

"What about the first one?" Derek says casually "You know we actually did you a favor"

"What are you talking about? "Her dad demands.

"They are all coming, I'm what it takes to protect my home, to protect everyone in this town"

"Don't try to play the hero with me, we both know what kind of monster you are, I don't know why I let you live in the first place" Spits the older, taking now a second gun with his free hand. "If you're not going to tell me who is, then I'm going to end this once and for all!"

"Another alpha will rise after I die"

"I'll kill it too, and all the others unless you tell me who has been killing the people in the town! A girl is missing, and this is all your fault, give me the god damn name!"

"I can't do that I'm sorry" Derek says as if he really means it, and Allison is not sure why but she feels pity for him.

Her dad launches forward, and Derek avoid the shots, then Christopher Argent takes impulse from the wall, throws the guns on the floor, and takes a crossbow from his back and start shooting multiple arrows while he is in the air, her dad is frigging ninja, god if she only had something to help him, oh god! Is she really considering joining the fight?

Derek ducks another row of arrows, and starts darting away her dad is chasing him, Allison stands and dashes following them, why is he running off? Why isn't he trying to fight back? Fuck she lost track of them, she looks around and spots a dark shape looking around, she hides behind a tree, it is Derek, cranes his neck in all directions as if he were seeing her dad reflected in every tree. Then a shadow lurches out of nowhere, there is a loud moan than later turns into a growl and Derek falls to the ground, she can hear his breathing, it is high but even and peaceful, isn't he afraid.

"We both knew this was going to end this way" Her dad says softly as if he was enjoining the moment.

"I only regret I didn't do it before"

"I couldn't agree more" Derek replies evenly, with no irony or sarcasm on his statement, is he willing to day?

Her dad's silhouette takes a sharp object from his belt, and impatiently thrust the knife on the boy's chest, there is a high pitched scream, at first Allison thinks it was Derek who did it, but it isn't until she notices she's running that it was actually her, she was the one shrilled and is now running away from her dad.

….

Stiles opened a software in the computer, it took about fifteen minutes to it to decipher Patrick's password, at the end it turned out that his password was the word password, what a dump, if she only knew, anyway they hadn't find anything on it, just Amazon's offers and porn, lots of porn.

"You know? It would help if you at least tell me who we're spying, or what we are looking for"| The boy says tiresome, damn it, it was a waste of time.

"The less you know the better" Mellissa explains.

"So this guy is a criminal uh?" The boy chuckles.

"He's dead and I not sure" She corrects him, she knows she has been a little too harsh on him, but she can't help it, he lied, he went into the woods in the middle of the night, has been hiding a freaking mutant Wolf, Jesus and she thought she knew him.

"Forget it, we have searched through all the folders and found nothing, you better get some sleep, you got a lot to explain me tomorrow morning" She says disappointed.

"Just hold on a second!" Stiles says frowning. "Why this guy had a folder hidden inside his deleted mails?"

"What do you mean?" Mellissa asks lost.

"He created this folder inside the deleted"

Opens the folder and there is only one mail in there and the date is from three months ago actually from the day Patrick died, and its subject says HIM, She knew it, she knew, something was going on with Patrick, he was involved with something and that's the reason he got killed, but could it be?

"Open it" She hurries stiles.

Inside there is no text but a picture, Stiles downloads it, her heart starts to pounds, she's so happy and thrilled, she knew she was right, there is something weird going on, the murderers were made a person, someone killed those boys, but why?

The picture finishes loading and both Stiles and her let out a gasp, her hands start to shake, and her head to spin, this can't be truth, she's dazed, her mind clouded, this is not right, this can't be truth, Mellissa's eyes get teary as she slams shut the laptop's to take off of her eyes the picture of Scott.