Bright gold eyes burned into her solid brown ones. Her flowing dark brown hair danced in the wind as she leaned in for another kiss with her lover. She gripped his dark brown hair and held onto him, but kept him slightly at bay. They held together in a passionate kiss for a few minutes. When they pulled apart, her lover's face was revealed by the light of the moon. It was Scott, shirtless, sweaty and sexy. He gave her a pearly white fanged smile and began nipping at her neck. She let out a tiny squeak of pleasure and gasped for air as he made his way down her neck and onto her shoulders. She closed her eyes and Scott proceeded down to her waist. He lifted her shirt slightly and began to kiss her stomach. She squealed like a schoolgirl and pulled him back up to her face.

Allison blinked her eyes open and discovered that it was all a dream. Instead, she was lying on an unfamiliar couch in a dimly lit room. She wondered why she dreamt of Scott in such a way, let alone why she was dreaming of her and Scott making out. Suddenly, she saw a figure in the shadows. She saw up and squinted to see who the figure was.

"Scott?" she whispered under her breath. The figure approached her, hands out with caution and turned on a light. Blinding her, she screamed when the figure touched her arm.

"Allison! Calm down! It's me, Stiles!" The familiar voice calmed her down a little bit, though she was still confused.

"Stiles? What the hell is going on here? What am I doing on your couch?" Stiles sighed and sat down in a sofa chair next to her.

"Allison, I found you unconscious right outside my doorstep. Your face was red like you had been crying." His face showed a genuine look of concern, but she looked away, embarrassed that Stiles had seen her at her weakest. "So I picked you up and carried you inside and lay you out on the couch. That was a couple of hours ago. Why did you come to my house anyways? We hardly spoke when you and Scott were together. We never talk now."

Allison sat there and stared at a wall for a while before answering, "I c-came here to talk to you about Scott. I've been talking to Jackson and we both think that Scott has more to do with these attacks than he lets on. What do you know? Since you are his best friend, Stiles."

"Allison, there are things that are better heard from him than me. Things that I shouldn't tell you. I can tell you this; he has no involvement in these attacks. He is in no way responsible for any of the attacks." She knew he was lying, at least partially. She stared at him as he got up and moved around the room. She watched as he took out his phone and hurriedly texted someone.

"Stiles, who are you texting? Are you texting Scott?" Her curiosity got the better of her. Stiles looked at her blankly and nodded with guilt.

Scott's phone blared with the usual ringtone for a text message. He covered his sensitive wolf ears for a minute before realizing that Stiles was texting him. He picked up his phone and read the message. His eyes went wide and his heart pounded, turning his eyes gold.

It read: "Allison is here. She thinks that you're involved with the attacks. GET OVER HERE NOW!"

Scott flew out the door and sprinted over towards Stiles' house, eyes gleaming gold and heart pounding in his ears. After a couple minutes of running, he began sprinting on all fours which caused him to move much faster than he normally would.

By the time he reached Stiles' house, he could smell Allison's perfume everywhere. It drove him crazy. He let slip a low growl of pleasure and sorrow. Oh how he missed her scent.

Allison heard a noise coming from outside. Her eyes grew wide as Stiles went to the window. She let out a small squeak of fear when he turned to the door and opened it to go outside.

"Stiles! Don't go out there! You don't know what made that noise!" He turned around and shrugged at her.

"No, I do not know, but I'm sure it's nothing!" He lied. He exited the house knowing full well what (more like who) was out there.

Scott's eyes glowed bright gold every time he inhaled. He couldn't get his heart to calm down. It kept beating rapidly and felt like it was going to beat right out of his chest.

He heard a twig snap and instinctively growled in warning at the approaching being. He kept trying to reel it back in, but with no luck. He felt his claws creep out of his fingertips while his canines began protruding from his jaw. Scott's wolf burst out from its cage and almost took over Scott's consciousness.

Stiles walked cautiously out into the darkness. An onslaught of threatening growls attacked his ears and he began to shake with fear. He could hear something approach him. Glowing gold eyes burned into Stiles as his breath quickened. Suddenly, a dark rough chuckle came from the shadows, and after it, cam Scott.

Scott was in full wolf; his ears, his teeth, his claws and his eyes. All were present. Stiles froze on the spot. He knew that what stood before him was his best friend, a werewolf, an animal. But something was different. He looked into Scott's eyes and noticed that his irides were gold swirled with bright crimson.