I hurriedly put the finishing touches on my make-up as Scott was on his way here. Slamming my make-up brush on my desk, I swapped it for the hairspray and covered my hair in it, hoping it wouldn't decide to fallout or frizz. Once I had almost finished the can, I tossed it back in its basket and ran to my closet for my shoes. I placed the white heels on my feet and stumbled over to my mirror, hoping I looked presentable.

When I looked in the mirror, I felt like screaming at the intruder in my clothes. It didn't look like me at all. The girl in the mirror was graceful and elegant and beautiful. This girl could get Stiles to fall in love with her. I pressed the sides of my dress down, smiling nervously at myself. I had promised myself that no matter what happened tonight, if I made it out human or even alive, I was telling Stiles how I felt. I just hoped I didn't totally choke when it came down to it.

I grabbed my clutch and jacket and took off downstairs because Scott would be here any second. As my heels clicked around the wooden floor, I could hear other voices from downstairs.

"I don't care what Kate says! We stick to the code and keep Derek alive. He will lead us to the second Beta who should lead us to the Alpha." My father growled into his cell phone. I peaked over the ledge of the staircase, trying to keep my fast breathing quiet.

"She's reckless, Chris. I have a bad feeling about tonight and we should all be out there patrolling. Mason's dance is tonight and I can't stop her from going without having to tell her why." He insisted angrily before stopping to listen to what Christopher Argent had to say. "Mason and Allison should be safe as long as they stay inside with all those people. We'll guard the school and wait for the Alpha or Beta show up—I'm not staying home, Chris!—I don't give a—Kate can wait here for her. I need to be out ther—Fine." The longer he talked, the more furious he got. "I just hope the Alpha doesn't slip by because I wasn't there." And with that, he snapped his phone shut and slammed his fist into the wall. I hadn't talked to him once since I got home yesterday and I was trying my hardest not to feel guilty when he was so distraught over my well-being.

'He didn't seem that concerned with my mothers well-being when he let her killer prance around town like she owned the place.' I thought darkly.

The doorbell rang causing me to gasp, dropping my clutch as my hands flew to my rapidly beating heart. My father glanced up in alarm, registering the fact that I was standing there. I casually click clacked down the stairs as he smiled sadly at me.

"You look beautiful, so much like your mother, sweetheart." His blue eyes were swimming. Mine were glazed over with tears of anger and betrayal. "I wish she was here to see you."

"Me too," I swallowed the lump in my throat. I stood there limply as he pulled me into a tight hug. "Scott's waiting for me." I pushed his away, feeling horrible with myself at the hurt look on his face.

"Be safe, Mase." He pleaded, "I love you, sweetie." I nodded, not able to bring myself to speak. I opened the door to reveal a very clean cut and dapper Scott. He broke into a smile which faded soon after he saw my expression. Just as he was about to question me, I jerked my head to the side, signaling I'd tell him later.

My dad came over and shook Scott's hand.

"I always thought you two would make a nice couple," He squeezed Scott's arm as hard as he could though it didn't make a difference to Scott. I didn't bother correcting my father's misconception of Scott and I. "Take care of my daughter, Scott." He told him seriously.

"Always do," He smiled, assuring my father. My father nodded in response, smiling his 'Proud Mayor Mayfield Smile'.

"Bye, dad," This could be the last time I ever saw him and I couldn't even tell him I loved him. Maybe it was because I wasn't sure who this man was anymore. Maybe I just didn't love him anymore.

"Bye, Mase. Be home by eleven-thirty!" He called as Scott shut that door behind us. I stood in the cold night, taking deep breaths in.

"What happened?" Scott asked, gently moving me towards his mom's car.

"He said I looked like my mother." I sniffed, gazing up at the sky, praying my make-up wouldn't smear.

"Oh, Mase," He pulled me into a hug, "The Alpha could have just been lying to us." He tried to comfort me but somehow I just knew it wasn't a lie.

I pushed it to the back of my mind as something else resurfaced.

"He was on the phone with Mr. Argent." Scott was so shocked that he accidentally hit me with the door.

"What did he say?" He gasped.

"Something about Kate being out of control and to follow the code...He also said not to kill Derek because he'd lead them to you…" I left off, feeling stupid I hadn't thought more into my father's conversation earlier.

"Does that mean Kate has Derek?" He interrogated. "Derek was supposed to meet me at my house but he never showed! We [i]need[/i] Derek tonight!"

"Let's just get to the dance and find Stiles. I'll feel better when we're around the entire school. Peter wouldn't try anything there, would he?" I asked Scott, hoping his answer would be no. Instead he just mirrored my terrified expression, turning the car on as he peeled out down my driveway.

The dance was in full swing by the time we arrived. Scott already had a plan to sneak in through the roof. We pulled into one of the few parking spots left and hopped out into the cool California breeze. I pulled my sweater around me tighter.

"Meet you in there," Scott breathed as he rushed off, leaving me alone. I could hear the music pumping out of the school's gymnasium like a club. Lights were flashing different colors through the windows, hypnotizing me in a way.

Feeling uneasy, I intended to hurry off into the school but my eyes caught a familiar face that I rushed towards.

"Allison, hey!" I chuckled, feeling a little adrenaline drunk from the past few days.

The pretty brunette looked ecstatic to see me. "Mason! You decided to come after all!"

I nodded, noticing Jackson take a not-so-subtle drink from a flask obviously filled with some sort of alcohol.

"Where's your date?" She glanced around me for the absent boy.

"No date. Just came with a friend." I told her as something above me caught my eye.

"Scott? Scotts here?" She grinned hopefully.

"Yep," I pointed up towards the roof of the gym where Scott was currently running along. Allison started giggling at his ridiculousness.

"Shall we head in?" Jackson asked, not sounding thrilled. "Oh, hey, Mason."

"Hello there, Jackson." I nodded, giving him a look that clearly told him to honor his commitment to Scott and take care of Allison. He looked slighting fearful before taking another generous sip from his flask. He placed it inside his jacket and waited for us to start walking toward the dance to follow.

We were almost hit by my favorite blue jeep as we crossed the parking lot. Stiles jerkily parked and jumped out of the driver's seat, running over to where I assumed Lydia was. He pulled open the door noisily as she stepped out, flipping her hair in her pompous fashion. She looked stunning, I'd give her that. Lydia Martin always knew how to show everyone up and she was surely doing her damn best tonight. We all stopped short behind Stiles' jeep, noticing one and other awkwardly. Minus Scott, this was still a group of kids who played musical chairs with their dates and ended up losing the one they wanted.

"Hey, Stiles," I broke the uncomfortable silence. Stiles was looking at me, taken aback for some reason. His mouth was open slightly as his countenance held utter surprise.

"Mase?" He gulped. I smiled, waving slightly.

"We've only been friends since we were negative ten, I hope you haven't forgotten me since yesterday," I joked. He didn't seem capable of laughing like he usually did at my bad jokes or sarcastic remarks. He didn't seem capable of words at all.

"You look handsome, Jackson." Lydia spoke up, trying to look cool as she sucked up to Jackson. It appears she wasn't over him. Surprise, surprise.

"Obviously," He smirked, hooking arms with Allison and leading her on to our destination.

"See you in there, I guess," I bid Stiles goodbye while he remained silent. It was starting to freak me out.

The music was even louder than I thought was possible. I could barely hear anything Allison was saying to me. The lights were blinking enough to make anyone become epileptic. I could see Scott trying to sneak around back by the bleachers and headed off towards them without telling Allison.

"Hey," I snuck up behind him, scaring him to death. "What happened to your super heightened wolfy senses?"

"There's a lot going on here, it's hard to pull one thing out of it all," He grumbled, slumping into the bleachers.

"Just try to pretend like you're having a good time. I don't want people to think I'm holding you hostage." I joked lightly, noticing how he was watching Jackson and Allison dance. Allison was looking around, not really paying attention to Jackson. Just as the song ended, she spotted us on the bleachers.

Scott perked up considerably as he eagerly watched her come over to us.

"Hey, Scott," She smiled, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.

"You look beautiful," He responded, completely lovesick. It was almost making me sick…with jealously.

"You don't look too bad yourself," Allison said coyly. Her smile widened as she watched his look down at his outfit and back at her. He grinned shyly at the girl. Allison held out her hand. "Can I have this dance?"

Scott glanced quickly over at me as I rolled my eyes. "Go ahead. Have fun you crazy kids. But not too much fun!" I winked.

They chuckled as they left for to dance floor, leaving me alone once again. I noticed someone else who was alone. Over by the tables sat a bored looking Stiles who was messing with something in his hands. I hopped off the bleachers and made my way towards him.

"Is this seat taken?" I asked, sitting down before he could respond.

"Now it is." He smiled, happy to see me. That made me feel warm inside. "Where are Scott and Derek? Aren't they supposed to be watching you?"

"We think Derek might have been captured. He didn't show up at Scott's tonight. Apparently Scott thinks I'm a lost cause and wants to spend his night with the love of his life." I nodded over to where Scott and Allison were dancing. Stiles looked furious.

"That was the whole reason for you two to come together! For him to watch you! I'm going to get him back over here. He shouldn't be with her anyway! He'll probably start thinking about having sex with her and phase. It's a full moon tonight!" He made to stand up but I reached for his hand, stopping him.

"I'm fine as long as I'm surrounded by all these people. Besides, Stiles, I've got you." I said genuinely, smiling at the boy who had stolen my heart. "If Scott tries to go somewhere secluded to do some naughty business, we'll stop him. I promise."

He calmed down, looking away slightly embarrassed. He apparently didn't care so much that Derek might have been captured by hunters. I guessed Scott and I would just have to deal with that ourselves tomorrow if I lived through tonight.

"So, where's your date?" I refused to say the Devil's name aloud. I surveyed the room for Lydia but she was nowhere to be seen.

He shrugged, "Probably off trying to get Jackson back." He glanced down at his hands and back up at me. "You should have this." He brought a plastic container up to the table, opening it in the process. He pulled out a gorgeous white orchid and held it out to put on my hand.

"A corsage?" I asked puzzled as he placed in on my wrist.

"I got it for Lydia but she said it clashed with her outfit and bitched about it the whole way here. It looks better on you anyway." He smiled. I could feel my cheeks heating up under his gaze. "You look amazing tonight, by the way."

I stood up abruptly; he looked a little upset as I did.

"Let's dance." I held out my hand. He stared at it, caught off guard. His warm hand engulfed mine as we set off for the dance floor. A slow song was flowing through the speakers.

Stiles awkwardly put his hands on my hips, keeping his arms straight. Giggling at Stiles' adorableness, I tossed my hands behind his neck, pushing his arms to the small of my back, and pulling myself in closer.

I rested my head on his chest, listening to his rapid heartbeat as we swayed gently to the music. I couldn't help but think that this was where I was meant to be. We seemed to fit each other perfectly.

I felt Stiles pull my chin up to look at me. We gazed into each others eyes for a moment, both opening our mouths to speak at the same time, blushing when we both stopped to let the other speak.

"You go," I urged.

"I don't really know what to say or how to say it…" He mumbled, glancing around the room.

"Try," I pleaded, brushing my hand along his cheek, bring his attention back to me.

"We've been friends for a long time, right?"

"Best friends." I corrected him. He rolled his eyes playfully.

"Right," He snorted, "Best friends. I don't know how to say this because I've never been a master of my words or felt this way about someone before." I could feel my heart beating fiercely in my chest, waiting on edge for his words.

"That night at the school, when the Alpha trapped us, we kissed. We never talked about it and it ate at me and I started to do dumb shit because I was confused. Again, you're my best friend and we grew up together, but ever since that night you haven't been that girl who bullied me into playing Barbies or started that bike gang when we were ten. The way I've seen you has changed and so has the way I feel about you…" He rambled nervously. I was hoping I was getting the message he was sending.

"I tried to say it last night but Scott interrupted me. You'll never fully understand how sorry I am for the way I've been acting lately; I just didn't know what was going on with me and my life. One of my best friends turns into a wolf and the other turns into the girl that I realized I'm in love with." He muttered the end so low and fast, I wasn't sure if I was just hearing what I wanted to hear or if he had just told me he was in love with me.

"What?" I dared not hope that my thoughts were true incase I was mistaken.

"Mase, I—I love you." He said defiantly. My face broke into a wide smile. "Well, say something!" He begged when I didn't respond. I was just so beside myself with glee that he felt the same way I did. I hadn't noticed we'd stopped dancing until he pulled away.

I pulled him back, smashing my lips against his. It was a hungry kiss. It was me kissing him goodbye incase tonight didn't end well. He probably didn't know that, though. All he knew was that I was kissing him as our lips moved together, perfectly in sync, as if we had been together for years instead of seconds.

I pulled away reluctantly, breathing heavily from the best kiss of my life. I gazed up into his eyes, resting my forehead on his. "Rupert Stilinski, it's about damn time you said that."

"W—Why?" he stuttered, shocked.

"Because I'm madly in love with you, dummy." His smile curled up into the biggest grin I'd ever seen on him. His eyes were dancing wildly with happiness and desire.

He kissed me this time, wrapping his arms snuggly around me, making me feel safe and secure. I pulled away with what felt like a permanent grin when I saw something out of the corner of my eye that wiped it off. Scott and Allison were smiling mischievously, exiting the gym towards where the buses were stored by the side of the school.

"What's wrong?" Stiles asked worriedly.

"'Member that naughty business we were supposed to stop Scott from doing? He's going off to do it right now." Stiles turned around to see a glimpse of Scott's head disappearing behind a door. I realized now that they weren't the only ones who were gone. Lydia was still absent and now Jackson had vanished.

"I think something's wrong." I could feel a sinking feeling in my stomach. "Lydia is gone and God [i]knows[/i] she wouldn't miss an opportunity to flirt with all these lacrosse boys and flaunt her outfit. Jackson's gone also."

"They're probably somewhere making out." Stiles offered, trying to ease my anxiety.

I shook my head. "There are hunters crawling around outside, looking for Scott and the Alpha. The Alphas probably out there somewhere waiting to see if Scott'll change me or if he—you know—has to kill me…" Stiles paled again.

"What should we do?" He whispered desperately.

"You try getting a hold of Lydia and Jackson, look around for them. I'm going to stop Scott."

"Are you sure that's a good idea?" He asked hesitantly.

I nodded, putting on a brave face, "I'll be right back." Though my promise was empty, I pulled him in for one last kiss, leaving him standing there, wanting more.

I hurried outside towards the buses. I saw Scott standing by a bus, looking inside it, grinning sheepishly.

"Scott!" I called. His attention shot towards me, alarmed by my obviously unwanted presence. "Scott, you can't do this!" I pointed up at the moon. He looked regretfully at the bus where I assumed Allison was.

"We should go back to the dance." He suggested to Allison. I couldn't hear her response and I couldn't see Scott anymore. A car was driving towards Scott; his brights were on, blinding us. A second car barely missed me as it trapped Scott in between the cars and buses.

"Scott!" I screamed. I recognized the driver closet to me. It was Chris Argent. "They know! Get out of there!" I didn't know how they found out, and frankly I didn't exactly care right now because they started speeding, ready to make impact on Scott and kill him if he didn't move.

"Scott!" Allison's voice echoed. Scott jumped high in the air just before the cars could squish him. He landed with one foot on each cars hood. Scott glanced up at Allison, with bright yellow eyes. He had phased.

"No…" I whispered. Allison knew. That just added another element to this stressful lifestyle. I only hoped her parents and Kate hadn't told her that werewolves were evil killers who didn't care about the people they loved. She would just be another problem for us to deal with and I couldn't take anymore problems right now.

Scott jumped on top the bus, his attention back on me. I started stepping backwards briskly, not caring for the murderous expression on his face.

"Scott," I repeated, "No!" I cried as he jumped over the bus, coming towards me. I started sprinting as fast as I could into the forest. It was the stupidest thing I could have done since Stiles was in the gym, waiting dutifully for my return into his arms. But, I had chosen my path and I couldn't turn around with Scott hot on my heels.

Ten minutes of running for my life, Scott was gone but I kept going. He wasn't Scott anymore. He was a wolf and wolves liked to play with their food before they ate it…

My breath was coming out in ragged spurts as I ran. The moon streamed down on me, threatening to give my position away to him. The cuts all over my body stung but I ignored them as fear crept over me. My heels had long since fallen off and my once beautiful dress had rips and tears on the bottom and sides. The corsage Stiles had given me had been snagged on a branch a while back.

I dared not scream for help for it would give away my hiding place. A whimper escaped my lips, tears threatened to spill from my eyes as I trudged on. I needed to get home, but I knew my dad was waiting (probably with deadly weapons) and he would meet his end there. I didn't want him dead; I wanted him to go back to normal. I regretted every choice I had made lately and I knew that this was my fault.

If I had just told Stiles sooner we could have had more time together. Maybe if I had just told him I loved him weeks ago, this would never have happened. I hadn't told my father I loved him. I wished more than anything to tell him I forgave him and that I loved him. I left him with nothing but rejection. I didn't even return his hug goodbye….I was going to deserve what was going to happen to me though I prayed silently it wouldn't come down to this.

I grabbed a tree. Swinging behind it, I forced myself down with difficulty. My mind was exhausted but my legs wanted to keep running and get to safety. Trembling from head to toe I tried to calm my breathing down. I closed my eyes and a tear released.

I heard a crunch. My heart stopped and I gasped. He had found me. I turned slowly, foolishly hoping it was nothing. I was wrong. Hunched ten feet away from me was Scott in his tattered dirty tuxedo. But it wasn't Scott; it was the wolf.

"Scott–Please…. " I cried. His yellow eyes gleamed with hunger, the thirst to kill. A deep growl released from his throat.

It all seemed happened in slow motion. I tried to scramble away but I was no match for his strength. I screamed but no one could hear me. He grabbed my leg and thrust me back. I grabbed a branch but he yanked again and the branch broke as if it had been attached to thin air instead of sturdy bark. I couldn't stop him or what he was about to do.

"Scott!" I cried out in furious desperation. I hadn't noticed I'd had closed my eyes until I opened them to see the wolf glaring down upon me. I let out a sob and watched him come closer to the bare skin on my shoulder.

I felt the pain and then blackness surrounded me.

AN: Well, I'am baaaaaack! We didn't win state but we did get 3rd which is actually more than we were hoping with the season we had and the teams we were up against. Maybe next year will be our year. Anywayz, the next chapter is the last chapter... Sad face. Hope you guys enjoyed this story like I did. Dance is over so I will be returning to writing but mostly likely won't be able to update new stuff until after this week of finals. But, the next chapter is in Stiles' point of view, if that interests you (: