Staring up at Alison's figure, I shook my head in disbelief, "Sorry, our bad. We were just worried if you got home all right." Stiles nodded in agreement but was otherwise speechless.

The door snapped shut as we sauntered down the pathway back to the jeep.

"What the fuck is going on?" Stiles breathed, rubbing his hands over his sweaty face.

I put my hands behind my head as I looked up at the sky, "Is that a full moon?" I inquired.

He looked sick, "Yep,"

"This is not happening," I laughed humorlessly, "Scott's not a werewolf, werewolves don't exist!"

"I…" He seemed at loss for words, again. "I tried to tell him about this before the party…."

"You knew this would happen?" I squeaked, leaning against his jeep.

"We got into this fight before the party about how I didn't think what I said in the woods was a joke anymore and he freaked out at me." He recalled, "I should have stopped him from going to the party."

I had never seen Stiles cry in all the years I've known him, but right now he was coming pretty damn close to tears.

"He's a grown man, Stiles." I patted his back gently, "Plus, he's got the powers of a wolf now so there wasn't much you could do to stop him," I attempted a joke which seemed ridiculous in this situation. Nevertheless, he cracked a reluctant smile.

"There's nothing we can do for him right now," He sighed, getting into the jeep. "He's in blood lust mode so he just has to calm himself down."

"'Blood lust?'" I repeated, feeling nauseas.

"Thirst to kill." He confirmed.

"Oh, right, how silly of me to not know that," I laughed, a hint of hysteria in my voice. "So, we're just going to let Scott run around town when he's a danger to himself and everyone in Mayfield?"

"What else can we do?" He pointed out.

We decided it would be a good idea to have Stiles crash at my place, since I didn't really want to be alone after everything that happened tonight.

"You sure your dad won't mind?" Stiles asked timidly.

"What," I smirked, "You afraid of my dad?"

"Yes."

"Well, it's another all-nighter at the office for ol' Mayor Mayfield." I scoffed, turning on the TV in my room. "So, don't worry about it."

He nodded respectively as he sprawled out on my bed.

"I'm changing," I chucked the remote at his head (lacking Scott's reflexes, it hit him square in the jaw), "Put on whatever you want."

I headed into my bathroom. With Stiles preoccupied with the TV, I didn't bother to shut the door all the way as I peeled off my shirt and bra. I heard something crash to the floor as I put on a sports bra and sweat pants. I rushed out clutching my heart, feeling jumpy from all the events of tonight.

"What happened?" I gasped.

"Nothing," He said with an air of someone who was trying to act like nothing had happened. He broke eye contacted quickly and began fumbling with the channels. I eyed him weirdly but let it go. My brain was exhausted and I just wanted to sleep since it was well past midnight.

I hopped face first into my bed, subsequently causing Stiles to bounce a little.

"Uh," Stiles looked at me awkwardly, "Where am I sleeping?"

I was already starting to drift off, "I don't care, here is fine." I pushed my arm under a pillow. "Just turn the TV off before you go to bed." And, with that, I was out.

"Mommy," I tugged on a petite, pretty brunette's sweater sleeve, "Mommy, I wanna home. This is boring." I moaned, wanting to go home and play Barbies with my dad.

"Sweetheart, just a minute," My mother replied slightly harassed, she was in the middle of a very important conversation with a couple who were selling their house, "Why don't you go play with Mr. and Mrs. Hale's son, Derek."

I looked over to see a blue-eyed boy, around ten, sitting on his stairs with a pouty expression. Not wanting to bother my mom further, I obliged and sat next to the boy.

"Hi," I smiled while smooth out my dress. I was looking at the side of the boys face because he seemed determined pretend that I didn't exist. "I'm Mason Mayfield."

He said nothing. "You know, it's rude to ignore people. My daddy always says the only way to make it in the world is through sincerity and a welcome greeting."

"I 'spect that's why he owns the town." He snorted mockingly.

I watched my mother and Derek's parents slip past us to venture upstairs.

Intent on being polite I tried to start a conversation with him, "So, you're moving?"

"Aren't you a smarty-pants. Does your daddy say being observant is the way to know all the town gossip?" He shot back. I backed away slightly.

"I was just askin'" My mumbled, my eyes watered from his mean comments. "I was just tryin' to be nice."

"Well I don't need your sympathy seeing as my parents are making me and my brothers and sisters move away." His voice wavered but his expression did not.

"Fine…you butthead." I sniffled. I wiped my eyes as I sniffled again, smelling something. Something was burning. "Do you…?"

I didn't need to finish my questioned because I could tell he was sniffing at the air too.

"Something's on fire!" He bellowed, shooting up. "Mom! Dad! I smell a fire!"

But as we looked up the stairs, I could see nothing but black smoke and yellow flames engulfing the entire upstairs, threatening to come down on us. I began to shuffle up the stairs but something caught me by the waist and pulled me down.

"Mommy!" I screamed as he dragged me to the door, "Let go! My mommy's up there! Mommy!"

He wouldn't budge as I continued to kick and scream. We were outside on his lawn, the townspeople were closing in and I could hear sirens flooding the night.

"Mommy!" I begged but Derek held onto me. Firefighters sprinted by us. I looked up to see the entire house flickering in the light of golden flames. People were shouting orders; others were staring dumbfounded at what was happening. I saw Officer Stilinski gazing up in horror as he listened to the Sheriff spout the plan.

I turned to face Derek. He was staring up at home, watching his childhood burn away. His mouth was in a perfect 'O' shape and his face had a look of permanent surprise stuck on it. He ignored me again as I rushed up to Officer Stilinski. If someone would listen and get my mom, it would be my best friend's dad.

"Officer Stilinski!" I cried in my tiny voice, "Officer Stilinski, my mommy's in there! He wouldn't let me go help her," I pointed back to a sitting Derek, "So you have to!"

He looked at me with sad eyes. He shook his head, taking in a deep breath, "Oh, Mason."

The Sheriff gave me the same look, annoying me slightly. Why weren't they going in there to get my mom? "Take her to the Mayor."

Officer Stilinski took my tiny hand into his large, sweaty one. "Let's go find your daddy, Mase."

I could see my dad staring up at the house in shock. People were trying to talk to him. They were shaking him lightly but he seemed to have gone temporarily deaf. A medic came by and forced him to sit in an ambulance, throwing a blanket around him as he shivered in the summer heat.

I ran up to him, "Daddy, they aren't going in to get mommy! Tell them to go in!" I stomped my foot as I pleaded, gazing up at him with my big, watery blue eyes. He swallowed slowly, shaking his head.

"Mommy's not coming out, Mason." He croaked in a distant voice. "Mommy's gone."

I woke up with a gasp. I was drenched in sweat and my eyes were wet as if I had been crying. I opened my watery eyes, only to shield them from the blinding light of the sun with my hand. I cleared my throat as my ears seemed to recover from their sleepy state. I heard an audience chortling quietly and I glanced over to see How I Met Your Mother playing on my television screen.

'Figures he forgot to turn it off,' I thought, half annoyed, half amused. I looked at Stiles, who was still sound asleep.

Leaning into his ear, I whispered menacingly, "Do you want to play a game?"

Stiles jerked side ways awkwardly, "Huh, What?" He said, slightly frightened.

"Oh, good," I smiled sweetly, "You're awake!"

He glared at me but just rubbed his eyes sleepily. "Yeah, yeah."

"You didn't turn the TV off," I reminded him. He proceeded to shrug, yawn, and scratch his bare stomach. "Charming." I chuckled.

"What's for breakfast?" He mumbled, sitting up to crack his back.

"I don't know. What are you makin'?" I asked, grinning.

He looked at me like I was crazy, "You're the woman. You make the food."

I gave him a sharp push and he fell off my bed, flailing his limbs wildly. I erupted into a fit of giggles at his unsuspecting face.

The memory of the dream disappeared from my mind.