I cannot wait for Monday! The days are going by sooo slowly. I hate the wait.

Hope you enjoy this chapter, guys!

"Thanks, again," Summer said to the sheriff.

She dumped her two suitcases on the bed and plopped down between them.

"No problem, Summer." The sheriff gave her a friendly smile. "It's nice being able to look around this room and see signs of life. If you hadn't moved in, it probably would be stuffed to the top with stuff." He crouched down, laughing when Bashful gave a lick to his nose. "Well, I'll see you three later."

"Working late again?" Stiles asked, hands shoved into his pockets.

"Yeah." The older Stilinski frowned, lines obvious on his aging face. "The strange death toll is rising. We decided to work with the other police departments on the west coast. LAPD, Sacramento, Spokane, Dalles PD from Wasco. Doing anything to avoid the FBI interference." He tugged his hat onto his head. "Reno just agreed to assist. They've had a few spikes in death that don't have similarities but it's just a precaution. We're thinking about forming a temporary taskforce just to focus on these strange deaths so the other cases won't be neglected. If it happens, I've been asked to lead."

He looked at Stiles curiously. "Does…" he started, tilting his head towards Summer subtly.

"Yeah, she knows," Stiles confirmed.

A look of relief came on his face. "Good. Now I don't have to lie under my own roof," he said referring to him having to lie at his work.

"Hey! It's all for the better good, you know?"

"Now, Stiles, are you sure these deaths have nothing to do with – "

"Hey, you're gonna be late!" Stiles gently pushed his dad out the bedroom door.

His dad chuckled, amused, and gave Stiles a pat on his shoulder before heading down the stairs.

"So… I'm guessing you didn't tell him?" Summer asked Stiles after she heard the main door shut. She opened her red suitcase and started to pull her clothes out.

He shook his head. "No, not yet."

She turned to stare at him, upset. "Stiles, you should! There's only so much we can do alone. And the less he knows, the more danger he could be in!"

He collapsed on the chair, spinning the seat around. "I know, I know. But I don't know how to tell him. I mean, you should have seen him when I told him about werewolves and hunters. Seen him when Scott and Derek wolfed out to prove we were telling the truth."

"But what 'bout after? Hmm? After he believed?"

"He was angry. Pissed." Stiles ran his hand back and forth through his buzzed hair. "Said we should have told him sooner. Then he wouldn't be running around like a headless chicken. Then he could have helped out in whatever way he could. Protect…"

Summer nodded, staring at him. Stiles fidgeted at her look.

"What?" he asked.

"What about now? Don't you think he would want to know now 'fore things get outta hand?"

He huffed. She was right. It was a bit foolish thinking it was better to keep his dad away. But if he was kept ignorant of the Supernatural, then the next time, his father wouldn't be so lucky. Stiles flinched, remembering that night. When a greedy pack had attacked the sheriff after smelling Derek's Alpha scent on him.

They had been walking home from the station when the werewolves approached them, eyes gleaming with bloodlust. Stiles had grabbed his dad's arm, begging him to run.

"Run, Dad!" Stiles shouted. He held onto his arm tightly, praying to the God who took away his mother would not do the same to his dad. He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Derek's number, his fingers trembling. He ignored his dad's shouts of confusion and instead focused on the ringing that seemed to go on forever. "Come on, come on, Derek! Pick up the goddamn phone!"

"What's going on, Stiles? Do you know these people?" his dad hollered, close behind Stiles, not sure if he should share Stiles fear or stand his ground and start shooting.

"Stiles, where the hell are you?" he heard Derek snarl. "We've been searching everywhere! Your dad's not at the station. There's another -"

"Pack? Yeah, we know!" Stiles scream hysterically. "And we're being chased by the freaking things!"

"We? Who's with you? Where are you?" the panic in Derek's voice became more obvious.

"My dad!" Stiles searched frantically for some road signs. He knew he was in Beacon Hills but his mind was so erratic with fear that he couldn't think. "I - I don't know!" He glanced left and his heart soared in relief. "The woods! The woods! We're heading to your backyard!"

"No! That's what they -"

Stiles stumbled over his own feet that seemed to have a mind of its own. "Dammit!" he spat, dropping his phone. He scrambled, trying to find it in the darkness.

"Stiles, what the hell is -"

A howl ripped through the air and Stiles could literally feel the hairs raise on the back of his neck. "Shit." He gave up trying to find it and instead grabbed his dad again and started to sprint.

"There's no goddamn wolves in Beacon Hills!" the sheriff shouted, mostly to himself.

They burst into the forest, dodging trees and wincing at the thin branches that whipped across their flesh. They were almost at the Hale territory.

Stiles was yanked backwards. He landed on the ground with a smack. He spun around and saw that his dad had tripped over a small ditch that definitely looked like it had been dug by claws. Realization struck him. "No," he whispered. That's what they wanted, the trespassers. Because in the forest, they had the trees, the shadows... And Stiles had nothing.

"Alright, what is going on, Stiles?" his dad said, frustration clear on his face. "Who were we running from? Are they bullies? Gangsters? And why the hell did you call Derek Hale?"

His dad had shoved Stiles behind him, desperate to save his son. He emptied his entire clip, shooting at the wolves – their chests, torsos, and even heads.

Stiles remembered seeing the look of horror as the bullets were ejected from their body. As the humans slowly morphed, fangs jutting out from their gums and nails sharpening into claws. Their speed as they toyed with them, forcing them into the darkness of the forest.

"What the fuck are these things?" his dad muttered, rigid, holding tightly onto Stiles, prepared to sacrifice himself if it meant Stiles would have time to escape.

Stiles remembered when the Hale pack erupted from the trees, fully transformed and faces distorted into fury at seeing their friends injured and bleeding.

Stiles had tried to yank him off the ground, to take him away. But the sheriff had refused. He had watched the entire battle, the bloodshed, as the Hale pack that defeated the enemy and drove them out of Beacon Hills. He watched in fear and in awe.

"Is that... Scott?" The sheriff stared at the young man who had latched himself onto a female beta, claws digging into her stomach. He flinched in shock as he heard Scott let out a vicious snarl... The nice, caring, quiet, best friend of Stiles.

The next morning, they decided it would be best to tell the sheriff the truth about the Supernatural and the hunters. And Stiles had agreed. So they had told him everything starting from the night the police discovered Laura Hale's body. They told him about Peter, about the kanima, about the Argents, about silver and wolfsbane. And then they told him how to protect himself, training him to fight not just like a human, but like a hunter.

Since then, Mr. Stilinski knew how to defend himself and his loved ones and friends. Knew who to keep on the police watch list, knew who to bail out of jail, and thought of believable lies to rationalize everything to his boss and coworkers. And Derek had replaced the sheriff's bullets with silver ones – ones supplied by the Argents.

Stiles returned from memory lane and met Summer's eyes. "I'll… I'll tell him."

Scott laid behind Allison, his nose pressed against her neck, breathing in her scent. He opened his eyes – to see her, to make sure that this wasn't a dream and that she really was in his arms. A smile crept to his lips as he thought about the past 3 hours. The way her breath hitched every time he pushed inside, strong and hard. The way she felt when her walls clenched around him, massaging him to release. The way she would say his name.

He rested a hand on her arm, trailing his fingers against her skin.

He heard her sigh contently.

"I thought you were sleeping," he whispered.

"How can I?"

He felt her shift in his hold, pressing her back closer against his chest. "How can I when you're touching me like that?" she said, teasing him.

Scott laughed. He twirled a lock of her hair around his finger. "Literally. I got you wrapped around my finger." He grinned at his joke, then froze, seeing Allison's pointed look when she looked at him over her shoulder.

"Excuse me?" she scolded, turning around to hover above her boyfriend. "I believe it's the other way around. I got you wrapped around my finger."

Scott smirked. "I highly doubt that."

She leaned down, her lips playfully brushing against his. "Yeah?" she murmured, taking his lower lip between her teeth, sucking it. She reached down between them and Scott shivered when he felt her fingers wrap around his soft member. "Doubt me now?"

She feigned disappointment as she continued to stroke him. "You're done so soon?"

Scott growled, pushing her off of him and trapping her beneath his body. "I got you," he said, getting hard in Allison's grasp. She tilted her hips up to meet his, grinding slowly, teasing his length by brushing him against her heat. Her breathing became heavy and she let him go, putting both hands behind his head. She laced her fingers with his hair, tugging gently.

Her heart pounded heavily against her chest as she watched Scott crawl down to crouch between her legs.

"Oh, god." An intense heat clenched at Allison's stomach. They've had sex before. Many times before. But this was the first time Scott would be going down on her and she was beyond excited. "Scott…"

"Shh," he mumbled, pressing a hand down on her lower stomach, close to her center, to stop her from wriggling. "Fuck, Allison." He shut his eyes. His other hand grabbed her leg, lifting it up onto his shoulder. "Fuck!"

She blushed, beyond embarrassed. "Wha – what is it?" she asked nervously. She tried to push him away with her feet, tried to close her legs but he gripped her tighter.

"Stop," he growled.

She laid there, completely exposed to him. She was feeling to start uncomfortable. "Scott, I – " She froze. Allison grabbed at his shoulders, nails digging into his skin and cried out loud. "Oh… Oh… Ah, shit!" she moaned, her hips jerking up against Scott's face.

She felt his tongue press flat against her center before gently pushing in, an occasional kiss here and suck there. Allison crossed her legs behind his neck, trying to pull him closer, to make him stay there between her legs because the feeling was beyond sensational and she didn't want him to stop.

Scott knew she was close to the edge, close to cloud 9 because her thighs were quivering against his cheeks. He knew if he were human, he would have winced at the pain when Allison grabbed his hair tight, almost ripping strands out. But it only added to the pleasure. He licked his lips, tasting her, loving the way her release mixed with his saliva.

"Allison," he murmured against her, his breath and voice sending chills deep inside her. He pulled away, uncrossing her legs.

"Why'd you stop?" she asked, pouting. "I was so close." She was panting for air, leaning back and resting her head on the pillow.

He silenced her with his lips, kissing her tenderly, tongue languidly stroking her mouth. "I love you so much, Allison," he said when he paused for air. His fingers brushed the under curve of her breast as he went back to her lips, red and swollen.

She moaned into his kiss, the hum vibrating inside his mouth, and she trailed her fingers down his chest and lower.

She pulled back. "Say it again," she whispered.

Scott stared into her eyes, memorizing every detail of her face. "I love you."

Allison gave him a smile, one that made her eyes shine with warmth and sincerity. "I love you, too."

I hope this chapter wasn't boring... I know not much happened in it, but this was sort of a... uphill on a rollercoaster. You know, like that relaxing and calm yet antsy feeling of knowing that a huge drop is seconds away?

Yeah... Relaxing and calm yet antsy chapter... Because a huge freaking drop is coming. And maybe more than one.

Thanks to everyone who enjoyed reading. And,yes, thanks to everyone who critiqued. It really helps boost my writing style.