Sorry it took a while to post another chapter, I was having major writers block :\ (Yeah, I know, bad thing for a new story) and sorry these two chapters have been so short. They will get longer, I promise.

Enjoy!

Hey Allison, what's up? Scott didn't hurt you or anything, did he? If he did I'm gonna kill him! Jackson was overreacting as always whenever Allison brought up Scott in their close friendship. Sighing and rolling her eyes, Allison began to type her response.

Jackson, no, I haven't even talked to Scott. I just need some answers. You said at lunch that you found out some stuff about him that you wanted to tell me, but we got cut off by Lydia. What was it? As she awaited an answer, she could feel her heart beat faster. She thought about Scott. The great times they had together before it all fell apart. Before she felt like she couldn't trust him. How much she had enjoyed the passionate kisses they shared. She shook her head. Those days were long over. As much as she didn't want to admit it, she did miss him.

Well, last night I found a claw…or what looked like a claw wedged in the crack between my car and my car door. So I took it and sized it up with the holes at the fingertips I found on McCall's lacrosse glove that he left on the field. Allison widened her eyes.

You have one of Scott's lacrosse gloves…at your house? A bit frightened at the thought that Jackson was so obsessed with finding out what was up with Scott, Allison made no move to type more until he explained himself.

Uh, yeah. I found it on the field the night of the first lacrosse game of the year. When he ran off gripping his arm, remember? Anyway, the claw fit perfectly into the holes of the glove. Allison sat there staring at her computer screen. "The claw fit perfectly into the holes of the glove?" she mouthed the words. What is Scott not telling her? Was he on the roof of Jackson's car the night before? What has Scott become?

Scott fell on his hands and knees, panting. Derek, opposite of him, was growling out of continued frustration. He couldn't understand why it was so difficult for Scott to keep control of the wolf. Was this why Scott kept calling it a curse? He looked down at the panting sixteen year old and pondered whether or not he was even close to being ready to face his maker. They still didn't know who exactly the Alpha was. If they only knew the Alpha's human form, it would make the deed a hell of a lot easier. Derek closed his eyes for a second to collect himself. When he opened them, Scott was gone.

What do you think it means, Jackson? She waited for a response. A minute passed. Then several minutes passed. She began to get worried.

Sorry about that. My mom loves to barge into my room. Allison, I think we need to confront Scott. He's more involved with these attacks than he's letting on.

Tomorrow. At lunch. We hit him up about what the hell is going on. I'm sick and tired of him lying to me.

"Scott?" Derek looked around and scented the air. Scott seemed to have just vanished. A faint growl came from above him. He noticed a pair of glaring gold eyes watching him from the corner of his eye. The air became deathly still and Derek slowly began to panic. "Scott, where are you? This isn't funny!"

Scott was on all fours, a few feet away from a semi-panicked Derek Hale. He crept up upon Derek with silent ease, much like a wolf would on its prey. Holding his breath steady, Scott reared back and released a terrible howl that made the ground slightly vibrate around him. Derek whirled around, eyes wide and bolted in the opposite direction. Scott gave a wicked fanged grin at seeing Derek's fleeing body. Giving a low pleased growl, Scott began to pursue his prey with great speed.