Chapter Nine: Wolf's Bane

My resolve to help Scott was tested the very next night. Derek had tracked the alpha down to Mr. Harris, our chemistry teacher. He had recruited our help to distract the Argents.

So that led to us driving Derek's Camaro while Kate Argent chased us down.

"Turn left," I screeched at Scott. Stiles and I were thrown to the side as he followed my order. I peered out the back window and saw Kate having to fishtail.

"Go faster," Stiles and I urged as she caught up once more.

"If I go faster I'll kill us," Scott cried.

"If you don't go faster, she'll kill us," I snapped back. He stomped on the gas.

After a few more minutes of being thrown around the car, we lost Kate. We all breathed a sigh of relief. A moment later we were skidding to a stop to let Derek in. Stiles clambered into the back seat with me. We both leaned forward to talk to him. Stiles began peppering Derek with questions and he explained why he had gone to Harris. Laura had found out something that connected Harris to a symbol.

"I've seen that symbol before," Scott breathed.

"Where?" Derek asked.

"On Allison's necklace," he muttered before punching the gas.

The next day Stiles and I convinced Scott that getting the necklace wouldn't be too difficult. However, bad news hit us when Scott told us later that Jackson had found out about him being a werewolf.

"So Jackson wants you to get him the bite?" I asked. Scott nodded and I sighed.

"Look, you focus on getting the necklace. Stiles and I will figure out how to stop Jackson," I told him. He nodded and we parted ways.

School passed quickly with no progress from Scott. After school, Stiles and I went home. We had come up with another idea.

We walked into Stiles' room and headed to the computer.

"Kids," dad called. We both turned and I let out a small scream at the sight of Derek.

"Derek, what are you doing here?" I hissed. He just jerked a finger towards the door. Stiles and I bolted out into the hall to stop dad from coming in.

"Hey dad," we greeted breathlessly. He looked us strangely. I gave him what was hopefully and innocent smile. He shook his head and then started to talk to Stiles about the lacrosse game tonight. Stiles had made first line so he was actually playing today.

Once they were done we practically fell into our room. Derek pinned us both to the door.

"If you say anything," he growled.

"Oh like what? Hey dad Derek Hale's in my room, bring your gun?" Stiles retorted. Derek glared at him for a moment then slowly released us. I brushed off my shirt and rolled my eyes at him. Derek and Stiles began to talk and Stiles told him our plan.

Our plan was to call Danny. We had seen his arrest record and knew he could hack into stuff. The text that Allison had gotten that night at the school would lead us to whoever had sent it.

Stiles called Danny and invited him over under the pretense of doing lab work. I plopped down on Stiles' bed and started in on my homework. Derek sat in the other chair and pulled a book off of Stiles' shelf.

Danny arrived and Stiles asked him to help us.

"No, I came to do lab work," Danny replied.

"Come on Danny, I've seen your arrest record. We both know you can do this," Stiles told him. I sighed and glanced over at Derek. An idea popped into my head and I smirked to myself.

"Hey, you have blood on your shirt, uh," I frantically tried to come up with a name, "Miguel. Why don't you grab one of Stiles'?" Derek shot me a glare as Danny glanced over. He slapped his book shut and went over to Stiles' dresser. He yanked off his shirt and I just tried not to laugh.

After a few minutes Danny started working on tracing the text. About ten minutes later he got our attention.

"This is where it was sent from," Danny announced. Derek and I went over to the desk and peered over their shoulders.

"It was sent from a computer," Danny continued.

"From that account name?" Derek clarified. Stiles and I shook our heads.

"That can't be right," I muttered.

It was Melissa McCall's computer.

After a while of planning Derek and I decided to go over to the hospital so Stiles could make it to the lacrosse game.

"Just be careful," Stiles told me. I nodded and gave him a quick hug before grabbing Stiles' keys.

"I will be," I soothed.

Derek and I climbed into the jeep and took off for the hospital. I drummed my fingers on the steering wheel wondering about Melissa's computer.

"It wasn't her obviously. It must have been someone else using her to arouse our suspicion," I said staring down the road.

"I don't know," Derek replied looking out the window.

We got to the hospital in twenty minutes. I parked and looked up at the building.

"Alright, go in and figure this out," Derek told me. I nodded and unclipped my seatbelt. Before I could get out my phone rang. It was Stiles.

"Hey I'm at the game and Scott found the necklace. It doesn't have anything on it or in it," he told me. I sighed and relayed the message to Derek. He growled under his breath.

"Alright, good luck tonight. If dad asks where I am just tell him I wasn't feeling good," I told him before hanging up.

"Ok, I'm going in," I said.

"One more thing though," Derek stopped me. I looked back and he shoved my hard into the door.

"Ow," I screeched, "What the hell was that for?"

"You know what that was for," he snarled. I scowled at him and shoved open the door.

I walked into the hospital and tried to find somebody. The halls were curiously empty. It was the long term portion but there should still be nurses.

A tight feeling crossed my chest. I moved down the main hall trying to find someone, anyone. I was about to call Derek when I heard movement. I froze for a moment then looked up.

Peter Hale was standing in front of me.

This wasn't the man I had visited before. There was something dark in his eyes and he moved towards me slowly. I backed away and turned to rub but the nurse, the one who had popped her head in, was there.

"Visiting hours are over," she said. I swallowed thickly and turned back to Peter only to find him crowding my personal space. I skittered back but he grabbed my arms. He buried his face in my neck.

I felt his fingers prod the bruise. It had never truly faded from that night in the school.

"Y-you're the alpha," I stuttered.

"Yes," he murmured. I felt his teeth grave my skin and I jerked in his hold. Fear and…something else, coiled through my blood.

"I can smell your fear," he whispered.

There was a crack.

"Can you smell mine?" Derek snapped. Peter lifted his head from my neck but didn't let go of me. Derek had hit the nurse and she was lying on the ground.

"Hello my darling nephew," he greeted with a drawl. He let go of me only to slide his arm around my shoulders and latch me to his side. I tried to free myself from his grip but he was too strong. Derek was tense.

"So you killed Laura," Derek growled. Peter shrugged.

"It was necessary," he replied. I pushed at the unyielding wall of flesh but he just drew me in tighter.

"Let me go," I whined. Fear was making my heart race and my head was starting to hurt. Peter glanced down at me. Derek used his distraction to lunge forward. Peter finally let go of me and I scrambled away. I heard a roar and the sounds of fighting. I crawled behind the help counter and peeked out. Derek was on the ground and Peter was talking. I saw Derek get back up and take a few swipes but Peter blocked them and forced him to his knees. I scrambled out from behind the counter and threw a book at Peter's head. It hit with a thud and he turned to look at me. My breath caught in my chest. Peter started towards me and I skidded back. Derek swiped at his feet and Peter threw him down a hall. I ducked behind another counter. I heard glass crunching and wondered what to do.