Music pounds through the walls of Lydia's house, lights flash, the smell of sweating bodies and alcohol fill the atmosphere. Teen age cheers echo from the back yard where a beach ball smacks the patio doors from somewhere in the crowd. My eyes widen from the packed environment remembering just exactly why I hated these damned things before I find myself scanning the crowd for my brother. Stiles stays close at my side head bobbing to the music but caramel orbs scanning the crowd.

After a few minutes of searching I conclude my brother must not have arrived yet and that sends a wave of relief into me. We continue further into the house, moving past making out couples, and laughing friends. Multiple people shout their greeting as we pass especially Danny, one of our old friends since kinder garden that's on the lacrosse team.

I grin waving at him before eyeing the hunk who walks up to him grinning and hands him a red cup. Danny sends him a flirty smile before glancing at me and wiggling his eye brows following the cutie into the sea of people. With a snort I shake my head while grumbling about how all the hot ones are gay.

Stiles sends me a funny look I can't quiet read, an expression on his face I've never seen before but just as quickly as it came its gone. He scratches the back of his neck then eyes flicking about and we continue further in only to stop from a blockade of kids. Stiles grabs my arm pulling me with him through the crowd and we manage to reach the stairs before a group of idiots come running past yelling at the top of their lungs with some kid I didn't recognize in their grasp.

A hand grabs me pulling me out of the way just in time for me to not be trampled and I immediately bump into Stiles chest. Glancing up I meet his eyes and feel my cheeks instantly blush from our close proximity and after looking at me for a long moment Stiles lets go of my arm as if it burns him. Wired energy passes between us making us both avoid eye contact

"T-Thanks!" I say unevenly making him nod avoiding my eyes as a slight blush creeps up his neck either from the warmth of the air or maybe something else. Before I can think too much on it we continue further into the house.

Shaking my head I stay close to his side hand gripping his blazer sleeve while we passes tons of dancing people, while music pounds, voices yell, and the sound of kids cackling reach my ears.

More and more crazy incidents show up, like people tipping the pool chairs, throwing things, pushing, and all of it makes my heart pound like a drum inside my chest. This certainly was not the environment I was use to and I had a feeling Scott wouldn't last long in here especially with the jumbled mess he'd be around her.

Even at the thought my imagination runs wild, crazy images of Scott changing into this furry wolf like creature that looks like the lycans off underworld fill my mind making it so much worse. My hands instantly begin to shake at the thoughts my merciless mind was producing and dread builds in my chest. So as we walk I tuck my hands into my jacket pockets hoping no one would see their tremors.

Stiles seeing my anxiety sighs and puts an arm around my shoulder, lips brushing my ear as he tries to talk to me over the music. "Hey it's gonna be ok."

I nod eyes scanning the crowd before a very drunk and sweaty looking Stephanie comes bounding over to us. "Hey guys!"

I manage a smile despite myself as her arms go coiling around me with a sweaty embrace making me wince and shake my head. Her breath reeks of vodka and punch but I manage to contain a gag as her glazed over eyes meet mine. "I can't believe your here Lexi, you never come to these things!" she yells

"I know, figured I'd give it a try," I shrug

Suddenly the music changes and my eyes flicker from her grinning face to Stiles before she's grabbing my arm and tugging me away from him. "Oh I love this song! Come on let's dance!"

I groan trying to twist my arm from her iron grip snapping, "Steph come on you know I hate dancing!"

I can hear Stiles laughing behind us and Steph manages to get me through the back door with surprising strength for a drunk sixteen year old. The music is even louder outside a mass of swaying staggering teens in the middle of the yard and some even in the pool. Steph begins pulling me through the crowd dancing as I scowl twisting and pulling my arm but she either doesn't care or doesn't notice my protest.

She dances drunkenly in the space of dancing friends and dates while I suppress idiotic laughter, unwillingly letting out a few choked giggles. The girl was definitely drunker than any time I've ever seen her, our whole high school experience and Stephanie was definitely the partier. So as she sways and moves unrythmically to the beat I manage to make an excuse to get away from the swaying sea of bodies as some guy comes up dancing with Stephanie who more than willingly complies. Happy to have an out, I begin to maneuver my way through to the table of refreshments getting jostled here or there by some shambling jock.

Sighing I feel a thin coat a sweat already gleam on my skin and pray my make up doesn't smudge. Grabbing a coke from a cooler of ice I turn around only to have my eyes find my brother and Allison walking through the back door. A weight is lifted from my chest as I see them both there, in one piece and no injuries. The Argent girl grins looking around before holding out her hand to my brother. He smirks taking it and they disappear into the crowd as I spot a shape just outside Lydia's gate. Glancing over I catch a glimpse of black hair before a bad feeling settles into my stomach. Scanning the area I can't find any trace of anyone-

"Lexi!"

Spinning on the spot I meet the green eyes rimmed with smoky eye liner and smile despite the stress of the night. Lydia stands behind me beaming as she holds a red cup in her thin pale fingers and I grin at the Martin girl calling back, "Hey! Nice party."

"Thank you, I'm surprised you actually came!" she says over the music while embracing me in a hug. I smile giving a small shrugg while replying, "Yea welll there was nothing good on tv."

She rolls her green orbs smirking at me and before she can responde Jackass- I mean Jackson walks up a hazy smile on his face. His arms coil around his girl freind making me hold back a gag before calling, "See you later Lydia!"

Deciding to check in with Stiles, I begin my way through the swaying teens only to have my brother go stumbling past me. I call his name, trying to shove my way through the crowd but I was a small girl in contrasts to the thousands of much taller students around me proving my task to be rather difficult.

My brother tears through the crowd effortlessly however and I soon lose sight of him. Frustration roars as I finally manage to get through the crowded space only to find both the jeep and my family car gone. Growling in frustration I run a hand through my hair shaking my head as worry builds in my stomach. Fishing the phone from my back pocket I instantly hit Stiles number on sped dial.

"Hello?"

"Stiles what the hell's going on?" I demand plugging my finger into my ear to hear him over the music.

"I don't know!" he defends voice squeaking slightly in panic. "He seemed fine, I saw them dancing and then all of a sudden he goes running out and drove off."

"You let him drive off!" I bark back furiously.

"What was I suppose to do!"

"Oh I don't know stop him!"

"I tried! Why do you think I followed him!"

"You couldn't have wait for me!"

"I didn't know where you were-shut he's going in the house I'll call you back."

"Stiles don't you dare-" And suddenly the line goes dead.

Something wasn't right, I could feel it, and here I am stuck at this stupid party while my twin brother is going through god knows what. Tears burns against my eye lids and I run a shaky hand through my hair trying to steady myself before I hear my name.

"Lexi!" Allison yells from somewhere behind me and I manage to catch sight of her shoving her way through the students and jog out toward me. "Is Scott okay he just ditched me back there and-" she suddenly cuts off brown eyes scanning my face before frowning. "Are you okay?"

I nod, feeling the anger simmer inside me just under the brim ready to explode. The need to punch something pops into the back of my mind as I try to hold back the simmering rage. Allison frowns a weary expression on her face as she says, "Are you sure, you look like you're about to punch someone."

I sigh nodding coming up with the first excuse I could, "Yeah, I'm fine- I just-I'm worried about Scott he got sick."

"Oh no is he okay?" she asks in concern as I try to give a reassuring smile.

"Yeah I think Scott must have ate the bad left over in the fridge, he never checks them before he eats. And since Stiles went after him my ride is gone also."

She frowns a worried look in her eyes before she nods, "Oh I hope he's okay then, I thought maybe I'd done something-"

"No," I deny smiling the best I could at her. "He's crazy about you trust me."

She smiles her cheeks reddening before a masculine voice behind us calls out, "Alexis, Allison."

My entire body goes rigid, recognizing the voice all too well before I spin around coming face to face with Derek Hale. Something inside me screams, every instinct telling me to get the hell out of here but as he puts on a charming smile something also tells me I need to stay with Allison. Instinctively I slid closer to the argent girl not understanding why the hell Derek who was at least six years older would be here at some high schooler's party and why the hell was he talking to us?

He steps forward charming smile still on his rugged face but it doesn't quiet reach his green-yellow eyes. Something about he screams inside me, but I try to ignore the voice as he steps up saying, "I'm Scott's friend Derek, he asked if I could give you a ride home."

My instincts are screaming again, everything in my body telling me to grab Allison and bolt because we'd just met Derek Monday and he and Scott sure as hell weren't friends besides he was a suspect for a freakin' murder investigation! Before I can utter a word though Allison frowns and tells him thank you that'd we'd appreciate it before looking at me for confirmation.

I barely even register it though because of the internal conflict warring in my head and she must take my silence as a confirmation because she's grabbing my arm and pulling me along. Instantly I'm pulling my phone from my pocket texting Stiles we were riding with Derek hoping, that if something were to go bad, they would know where to start and that would be with the very mysterious and dangerous dude offering us a ride.

Allison and I stay side by side in the back seat of Derek's car as he drives, me tense and protective beside her while she stares at the window nervously playing with her hair. I watch the street signs while Allison talks telling him the roads to turn on as she nervously rings her hands.

A strange feeling stirs inside me something so distant I barely feel it but a feeling none the less. Something about all of this must trigger it because when I look back at Derek I could swear I see his yellow green eyes flash into a brilliant icy blue.

The breath in my throat catches body tensing and Derek must sense it because his eyes snap up fading back to normal so quickly I might have imagined it. I know that I saw it though and as he holds my gaze in the rear view mirror my mind flashes back to that night in the woods seeing the brilliant flash of blue in the trees. My heart skips fear pulsating through me as I coil like a spring, my hand finds the folding knife in my pocket, the cold metal comforting as I look away from him and out the window.

A beautiful Victorian style house pulls into view Allison telling him that was her's and as he pulls into the drive way cutting the engine to his black camero I feel anger surge in my chest. Allison quickly gathers her things, asking if I wanted to come hang out at her place for a bit and after nodding she smiles and climbs from the back seat.

"Hang on I'll be right there!" I call after her grabbing my bag before sliding past the front seat hurriedly only for an arm to snap out and grasp my own in an iron grip.

I hold back a wince and flinch of fear, turning to look at him with cold eyes as he glares up at me. A sudden boldness surge allowing me to give a sickly sweet smile growling through my teeth "Let me go."

"I just want to warn you, to make the point clear to your brother to stay away from Allison."

I jerk my arm, hidden from the argent girls view by the dash board saying, "You leave my brother the hell alone."

"And who are you to be giving me orders?"

My free hands draw the knife from my pocket pressing it against his abdomen as fast as I can even though I know it was futile. I mean who the hell was I kidding if he wanted to he could've probably broken my wrist like a twig before I even took the blade from my pocket. He doesn't though allowing me to press the cold metal to his abdomen while a slightly amused look crosses his face.

Fear surges, my hands shake slightly but I don't back down eyes narrowing as I snap, "His big sister, now leave my brother the hell alone because were wolf or not I'll find a way to hurt you."

His expression doesn't change but from the flicker in his eyes I know he wasn't quiet expecting me to say it out loud so freely. We glare at each other and for a moment I scream at myself for my protective stupidity because who was I kidding if Scott moved the way he did as a newly bitten were wolf god only knew what Derek could do. There was no way for me to hurt him and he knew it too.

He smirks dropping my wrist and I draw both arms back throwing open the car door. Before I can slam it shut however I hear him utter the words, "I'm not the one you need to be worrying about, and from the bandage on your arm you know more than any one he'll be the one to hurt someone else, not me."

And with that he pulls from the drive way and down the road. I stare after the car in irrational rage before Allison calling my name snaps me from my daze. Turning I fallow her up the steps offering a smile before she inserts a key into the lock and opens the door.

The house is just as big as it seems from outside, a large stairs case in front of a big entry way, chandelier hanging down while a coffee table and rug decorate the hall. To the left is what seems to be the living room, on the right a kitchen and dining room, and the far left room seems to be some sort of office with sliding doors. A few boxes line the halls here and there but otherwise the Argents large home has a nice homey feel to it.

"Mom, I'm back!" Allison calls into the large home while the shutting the door behind us.

A woman with a similar resemblance comes gliding from upstairs, short pixie cut black hair and same angular features as her daughter, smiles down at us.

"Hi sweetheart." She descends the stairs a warm look covering her pretty face while asking, "And who may we have here?"

"Mom this is Alexis the friend I was telling you about and Lexi this is my mom."

I smile as politely as possible still distracted from the encounter with Derek while saying, "It's nice to meet you Mrs. Argent."

"You too dear, it's nice to meet a friend that Allison has told me so much about." she says giving my hand a firm shake.

"Where's dad?" Allison questions as Mrs. Argent frowns.

"Oh he had some work to do tonight so it's just us. Are you girls hungry I can make something to eat real quick."

"Oh no you don't have to do that." I say smiling but she waves me away.

"It's no problem, come on."

She then guides us to what I guessed was the dining room before retreating to the kitchen.

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I'm not sure how long exactly that I spend at Allison's but I do find myself becoming more fond of the girl the more time I spend with her and after a while of talking I begin to get worried for my brother. My hand absently clutches my phone as we sit up in her room talking and every few minutes I would glance down at it for some sort of text. After a while I begin to feel panicked and just when I'm about to break, a the door bell rings.

Allison and I both pause looking at the other confused before Mrs. Argents voice floats up the stairs calling Allison's name. Standing up we quickly move to the stairs to find Stiles standing in the door way honey colored orbs frantic before they lock on us. A look of relief flashes across his face as I come down the steps Allison close at my heels.

"Hey," I greet trying to stay as calm as possible. "Scott feeling better?"

He nods mouth not seeming to work before I cast both women behind me a smile. "I should probably head back and check on him, I'll see you school Monday right?"

Allison smile nodding, "Yea, tell him I hope he feels better."

"I will, it was nice meeting you Mrs. Argent."

"You too dear." she smile before I step out into the night air hearing the door click shut behind me.

The minute I'm off the porch Stiles suddenly wraps me up in a crushing embrace. I stagger surprised from the sudden attack and feel my cheeks burn from the warmth he gives off. My arms hesitantly wrap around him all the anxiety vanishing completely and after a while grunt out a, "Can't-Breathe."

"Oh! sorry." He lets me go eyes relieved and shake his head eyes still holding mine, " God you scared me."

"Why? You know what never mind I have something to tell you."

"Me too." he replies

"Derek's the wolf," we say in unison. Both our eyes open wide mouths popping open before we both say, "How do you know that?" Blinking we both then say, "How I know that, how do you know that?"

Scowling I snap, "Stop that. How the hell'd you find out?"

"Scott figured it out and then when I told him he drove you and Allison home but you never came back, we thought-"

"Wait where's Scott now?"

The frown I get makes my stomach drop to the center of the earth as he replies, "Yeah that's the problem, I have no idea."

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Stiles speeds down the back roads of town searching for any sign of my brother in or out of werewolfiness. I'm not sure what time it is we start driving around looking for Scott, but I do know that around six thirty on Saturday morning we still haven't found him. Stiles keeps assuring me that we'd find him, that he was here somewhere but the entire ride I feel like I'm about to break into a zillion pieces.

A stirring panic rises in me, hands clenching in tights fists as the world swims around me in blurs. All of this was different than before, it wasn't like worrying because he snuck out, or worrying about his asthma attacks, no this was ice cold fear gripping my lungs in a icy snare. It was pure ad utter terror that my brother was out there as some wolf man beast running around and could possibly hurt himself or others.

I mean my god Scott would never forgive himself for hurting someone, and it would destroy him. God why didn't we do something, stop, him chain him up even. Oh my god.

I can feel my breathing quicken, hands gripping my coat selves as I feel the panic attack start. Fear strikes me, vision blurring as everything seems to slow down but spins rapidly around me. My brother's face plays in my mind over and over again the anger in his face, the way he snapped so easily what if-

"Lexi?" Stiles voice questions. His voice chasing away some of the darkness before he reaches over grasping my hand in his. "Just calm down we're gonna find him."

I sniff looking frantically out the blurring windows and clutch onto him for dear life. My body trembles in confusion eyes following the trees before I shake my head trying to take deep breathes. The panic eases in my chest some allowing me to bring precious oxygen into my lungs before I sigh and shake my head.

"What if something's wrong Stiles?" I question after a moment.

"He's okay."

"But what if he's not? What if he hurts someone or himself I mean my god he's a furry half man, half wolf creature running around-"

"Hey." Stiles states cutting off my madness. "It's gonna be fine."

I nod taking another deep breath, Stiles was right, Scott was gonna be fine he had to be I'd know it if he was hurt just like when we were kids. But even as we drive through every back road we can even I began to worry whether our close sibling relationship was strong enough for me to feel if he was hurt. I grip onto Stiles tears filling my eyes before looking down shaking my head.

"Hey we're gonna find him."

I nod, his fingers squeezing my own comfortingly before he makes a sharp turn. Sniffling I gaze back out the windows scanning the scenery around us before I see it, a form walking in the distance. Hope flares as we draw closer able to see shaggy black hair and bare tan shoulders, but it might not be him, it might not be. But who else would be out here in the middle of the damn woods in only jeans?

No it had to be, it had to be, and in shaking jerky movements I drop my hold on Stiles's hand unbuckle my belt and fumble with the door.

"Lexi what the hell are you-"

I don't let him finish though because I jump out of the jeep before stiles can even fully stop it and take off walking toward the figure. Somehow I manage to yell his name even though I know he can hear me if I just whispered and the person turns confused. My eyes lock with my baby brothers dark brown ones, my own chocolaty orbs filling with tears because it's him, he's okay, he's safe.

Nothing else matters not the cold wind whipping against my cheeks, or my aching feet from those uncomfortable flats, all I see is my brother, my brother and I take off into a run. He looks at me in confusion as I get closer his mouth opening before I launch myself into his arms. Scott grunts in surprise staggering slightly and then after a second his arms wrap around me, hugging me back, as his face buries in my shoulder.

"I'm sorry." he mutters against my jacket. "I'm so sorry, you were right. I'm so sorry."

My eyes clench shut tears threatening to spill as I shake my head gently stroking his wild untamed black hair. The jeeps breaks squeak beside us, Stiles staring out the window before he scrambles inside the car. Scott sniffles against my shoulder, our positions reminding us to much of when Scott and I were really little and we would curl up together when our parents got in these really bad fights. Now though I was the one holding him up, and as I rock us back and forth he lets me for once.

"Shh it's alright." I mutter softly. "I know it's okay, your okay."

A door opens footsteps clacking the pavement as Stiles stumbles around the jeeps hood with worried eyes. He scans his best friend over before his eyes lock on me sadly, the emotions we both felt escaping his caramel orbs. Scott sniffs gripping my jacket in tight fists as I gently stroke his bare back trying to hold back tears of my own as he mumbles an apology again and again.

After a few moments I'm straining to keep his solid body from falling so I begin to manuver us toward the jeep.

"Come on let's get you in the car," I say softly coaxing him. "Come on Scotty."

Stiles seeming to finally understand my plan strips his gray blazer from his shoulders and drapes it across my brother's bare shoulders putting an arm around him to help me get him in the car. Scott stumbles exaughstedly legs caving a few times before we manage to get him inside. After buckling him up and putting Stiles jacket around him I climb into the back so we can begin heading home.

We all sit in silence, the jeeps engine an audible hum as we glides the road. After a while Scott seems well enough to speak as he sits up looking at both of us before the road.

"I changed," he admits. "I-I couldn't control it at the party just like you guys said."

Stiles frowns looking in the rear view mirror catching my eye as a childish part of me is reframed from screaming 'I told you so!' at my already beaten brother. Instead I lean forward placing a comforting hand on his shoulder as he stares out the window. He continues to tell his story, in as much detail as he could remember and my anger for the older were wolf that cornered Allison and I at the party grows. Scott also tells us about some humans known as hunters that shot him with a cross bow in the arm making him turn back human.

"You know what worries me the most?" Scott finally asks making Stiles scowl and shakes his head.

"If you say Allison I'm gonna punch you in the throat."

"She probably hates me now." Scott moans into his arm.

Stiles makes a noise of disgust as I sigh annoyed by the fact my brother, who just turned into a damn were wolf, was almost killed by hunters, and lured away by some creep in a leather jacket, was more worried about a girl than any of it. I mean what the hell yeah let's not worry about the fact I could kill my sister and best friend if I turned, or maul half the student body. No let's worry about some cute girl I just met and only went out on one date with that made me shift in the first place.

The jeep bumps over a pot hole making Scott snap his head against the window but he doesn't even seem to mind as he stares wistfully at his bare feet. I sigh rubbing my face with my hands as Stiles shakes his head saying, "Well I doubt that, but you may wanna come up with an excuse I mean unless you wanna tell her the truth and reveal in the awesomeness that you're a freakin' were wolf."

"Oh yeah," I laugh bitterly. "Hey Allison I'm sorry I ditched at the party but see when ever my heart beat gets faster or there's a full moon I'm gonna change into a strong furry creature that may or may not eat your face off. I'm sure that will go over real well."

Stiles glares at me in the rear view mirror as Scott groans again making both of us frown.

"Hey come one we'll get through this." Stiles sigh clapping my brother on the shoulder who just stares miserably out the window.

"Yeah I mean even if we have to chain you up in the basement during full moons and play fetch." I chime in making my brother rolls his eyes.

"Or feed you live mice." Stiles adds making both Scott and I look at him surprised. "What? I had a boa once I could do it."

Immediately the car fills with the three of us laughing before Scott shakes his head. I giggle putting my arms on the back of their seats and rest my chin on my brothers shoulder, praying that the three of us can actually do this.

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Okay so sorry this took a little longer than I'd hoped but here it is. Reviews would be appreciated, so I know if there are some things I need to work on or if you guys are enjoying it.