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Chapter Three: Pack Mentality

Faint banging noises entered my room. My vision was blurry as I slowly became more conscious. I let out a massive yawn and stretched my legs and arm. Boom! A loud thud came from Scott's room. Why on earth was Scott up before school? I glanced at my clock and my alarm was going to ring in twenty minutes. I groaned in frustration as I forced myself off my bed. I stood up for a couple of seconds before restoring my balance to my half-asleep state of mind and body. I quietly walked, to not wake my mom who probably got home a few hours ago, to Scott's room. I opened the door to see Scott breathing heavily as sat up on his bed. He appeared to be scared half to death. There was a thin coat of sweat covering his face and neck. "Scott, what's wrong?" I whispered. As I spoke he looked strait at me with a fearful expression.

His breathing rapidly increased and that's when I knew something bad was happening. I hopped on his bed and clenched his shoulders. "Scott, breathe. Breathe, Scott. Just calm down, everything is perfectly fine. Breathe." A few minutes passed or possibly seconds, I was too exhausted to comprehend the time, and Scott finally relaxed. "Good. Now why were you banging on the wall? I was half expecting to find you with a prostitute." Scott barely let out a slight smile to the point where I knew he forced it upon himself. "Scott, what happened?"

I let his shoulders go and paid all my attention to him. He took a deep, long breath before answering me. "It was a dream...I think. I-I was with Allison in a bus and I started to change to a wolf. I told her to get away from me, but she didn't escape and I caught her leg... I killed her. I killed Allison. It wasn't a dream, it was too real to be a dream. I felt everything, I heard everything... Savanna...I killed someone." I couldn't grasp everything he said, yet I know Scott McCall is no killer. That was just a realistic nightmare from the depths of hell.

"Scott you are not a murderer, that was just a gruesome nightmare." He nodded as he avoided my gaze. He obviously didn't believe me and put himself in a deep level of guilt. "I'm going to try to catch a few more minutes asleep before school. I suggest you do the same," I told him as I lazily dawdled back to my room. Unfortunately, when my head hit the pillow my alarm went off.

Erica joined me as we walked to Chemistry. "So Scott dreamt of being a serial killer?" My version of the story may have changed so Scott didn't come off as wanting to kill his girlfriend so soon into the relationship. I was just protecting his image or helping it.

"Yeah and he doesn't believe me when I say it was just a dream." That's all I was telling Scott as Stiles drove us to school. Scott denied my words in every way possible. "I just don't want him to think too much about it."

"That's really strange since the bus driver just got killed last night," Erica gossiped.

I didn't even have time to process what she said as I responded, "What?"

Erica stared at me oddly. "Yeah, didn't you hear? The bus is in the parking lot. Didn't you notice the police everywhere?" I shook my head. I blame it on the fact that we got here a bit late and I had to sprint to my first class. "There's blood everywhere and the seats were torn like some kind of animal." She looked repulsed as she told me about the bloody scene. I stopped her as we entered the class since I would be disgusted for the rest of the day.

Throughout class I glanced at Scott to see how he was doing. It was not going that well. Stiles was speaking to him, quite loudly, which caused Mr. Harris to separate them. Scott sat on the table next to mine. I looked over at him and said, "Scott, this is-"

"McCall One and Two, do I have to separate you two as well?"

Just as I was going to respond, in a sarcastic manner, a girl jumped up and said, "Hey, I think they found something!" The whole class rushed up to see a man being pulled into the ambulance. I heard Scott murmur something, but I ignored it. All of the sudden the man jolted right up and everyone gasps. Scott walked away from the window. My eyes were glued to the scene of the man being positioned into the ambulance. He was practically skinned alive and Scott had nothing to do with it. I know my brother, he wouldn't do that... would he?

Lunch came around with students chattering about the attempted murder. Erica was unfortunately taken early last class so they could run more tests for her new medicine only they had to go to a doctor out of town. After I went to the library, I looked around the cafeteria to find my brother and what I saw was more surprising than his nightmare. Jackson, Lydia, Danny, Allison and another lacrosse player were sitting with Scott and Stiles. I sat down next to Danny as Lydia said, "What about bowling? You love to bowl. Hey, Savanna. We were just talking about going bowling tonight."

"Yeah, as in a double date," Scott said.

I held in the urge to not laugh at the thought of Scott bowling and being on a double date with Lydia and Jackson. I am terrible at bowling and Scott was just as bad. "Aww, that's so cute! A double date," I said to Scott with all the sarcastic enthusiasm within me. I turned my attention back to Lydia. "Alas I do not have a boyfriend so I can't go."

She looked at me with the same look she gets when she is thinking about a plan. "Hmm you don't, do you? How about you go with one of the lacrosse players?" I nearly choked on my water from her insane suggestion. "I'll even let you pick."

I looked at her as if she was crazy. "You're so generous, Lydia. I completely disa-... actually fine." She looked pleased while my brother seemed genuinely confused. I smirked at Lydia. "You will regret those words, Lydia Martin," I told her. I turned my focus to Danny and Lydia was furious on what she knew I was going to do. "Danny, will you so very graciously accompany me to bowling tonight?"

He chuckled and simple said, "Sorry, but I got a my own date with my boyfriend."

I pretended to be hurt as I clenched my chest over where my heart would be. "I just got rejected by a man who swings for the other team. Ouch, Danny, ouch." I looked over to Lydia who had a satisfied smug look on her face. "I don't really know anyone else on the team so I shall say no to bowling."

"You can go with me," the overly confident lacrosse player said to me. I should have picked a different seat.

"No offense, but no." I couldn't find an excuse and he didn't deserve one because he came off as a guy who wanted to get into my pants rather than actually enjoying bowling. If I was going to humiliate myself, I would rather do it with enjoyable company instead of being completely uncomfortable because of my date.

"You can't chicken out because of me. Pick a number between one and fifty. Whatever number you pick you have to go on a date with the guy whose jersey number is the closest and it can't be twenty-four a.k.a Stiles," Danny told me.

"Bowling is not my thing. Last time I went I was like nine." The bell rang stating lunch was done. "Bye, bye." I got right up to avoid Lydia forcing me to go tonight. I walked off to my next class. I saw Lydia again, but she didn't bring up bowling to me. That leaves me wondering if Scott or Allison told her to back off and if they did, I owe them a chocolate bar.

The last bell rang and I was off to an empty house. Not good. Erica was gone, Scott was at the vet, Stiles was probably with his dad at the station and I didn't want Lydia to come and nag to me about going bowling tonight. I really needed to get a job to avoid these situations. I planted myself on the couch to attempt to do some homework. When I thought I was done, I glanced at the clock and only an hour and a half had gone by. I was tempted to go to Dr. Deaton's office and see how Scott was doing, but that would probably irritate Scott. A light bulb would have appeared over my head if I were a cartoon as I knew exactly what I could do. I chose to go see Derek to seek answers for Scott.

I called Scott and it went strait to voicemail, "Hey, after your shift go to Derek's home. We need to get answers." If Scott doesn't listen to the message then he should still go to to his house because Derek is the one with all of the answers. I jumped off of the couch and I was on my way to Derek's home.

As I reached the residence Derek was outside on the phone. When I approached him, he hung up on whoever he was talking to and asked, "What do you want?"

"What the hell is going on with Scott? He's having nightmares and he thinks it's his fault. He said it was so vivid that it had to be real and then the bus driver gets attacked the exact way he dreamt he killed Allison. So can you please tell me what on earth is happening?" He didn't say anything.

After a moment he finally answered, "It's the Alpha. He's making Scott see what he wants him to see." That was pretty cool. I would take complete advantage of that power if I had it. At least he gave me an answer that allows me to stop worrying about Scott killing someone instead of just refusing to tell me. It still didn't answer why the Alpha did that to Scott.

"What does he want from Scott? Why is-" Derek shushed me. He stared off into a direction with a determined look on his face. I looked over and a glimpse of a cop car came into viewing. Derek pulled me into the house and headed up the stairs.

Derek stayed staring out the window. I felt off being up here with him, at least it was better than a cop finding out I was here. Then the sheriff Stilinski would know and then my mom and in the end I would end up grounded, again. I'd prefer to stay with the freedom I now have.

I walked up to the window to see the cop car leaving. "Why was he here?"

"Patrol cars come once in a while to make sure the house hasn't been vandalized...Scott's here." I barely heard him say Scott's name as he walked back down. I gazed out the window and there was Scott. My ears couldn't hear exactly what he was saying, but at least I know that he checks his phone while he is with the vet.

As I headed downstairs to the two werewolves, I took a good look at the damaged inside of the house. It seemed a but cleaned up which is good an bad. Good in the sense that it has been cleaned and appears somewhat decent. Bad to know that it used to look worse than it already does. There are no words to describe the ghostly feeling I get when I remember that Derek's family died inside of here. It almost makes me physically sick, especially lightheaded. I took a last glance of the place as I swiftly headed down to the front.

The two of them were talking as I stepped down the porch. My bad luck happened to show up as my jeans got caught on a nail and down I went, face down to the dirt floor. A sharp pain shot through my finger as it twisted as I fell. "Ow!" I yelled as I sat down to examine my left index finger. I could already see it swelling. Scott and Derek averted their attention to me. I simply showed them my oddly bent ring finger. The pain shot throughout my hand while I got up. "I should ice this. You two continue." Scott was a bit hesitant, but carried on the conversation. I walked into the kitchen to see a mini fridge while the rest was burnt. I opened it to reveal restaurant leftovers and ice packs.

I placed the ice on my finger and winced on the contact, both from the cold and pain. My finger looked like a sausage and it was disgusting. At least it wasn't my leg, that would be bad with soccer tryouts right around the corner. That would be very bad indeed.

My finger took all my attention that I didn't notice Derek walk in the kitchen. When I did realize it was him, I asked, "So what Mr. Miyagi advice did you give to my brother?" I didn't really look at him when I asked since I was still examining my swollen finger.

"I told him to go back to the bus." I stared at him with a puzzled face. "It'll help him figure out what really happened." I simple nodded my head. He pointed at my finger and asked, "How bad is it?"

"Let's just say, if you put it next to a Barney's big purple finger then you wouldn't be able to tell the difference." My comparison was a bit over exaggerated, nonetheless it was crooked, purple and swollen. Mom is going to be so excited to see me walk in the hospital.

"Come on, I told Scott I'd take you to the hospital," Derek said as he walked passed me to the back. I was going to argue, but I didn't want to end up walking all the way to the hospital. His car was parked in the back. "I'm gonna stop to get gas real quick or we won't be able to get to the hospital." I didn't say anything since, at the moment, I was perfectly fine with the ice pack.

We arrived at the gas station and it was already dark out. I stepped out and told him, "I'm going to get something to drink, do you want anything?" He simply said no. I grabbed an energy drink from the back and quickly paid. I was walking out, but I saw Mr. Argent. Derek gave me quick glance and I darted back behind a stand of chips. The cashier gave an odd look and I just replied with a nervous smile. If Mr. Argent saw me with Derek, it would not end well. It would almost be just as serious if he found out that his daughter was a dating werewolf.

My finger thumped in pain as I begged, in my mind, for Mr. Argent to hurry up and finish threatening Derek. I whimpered as the pain my stupid finger was causing was getting worse by the minute. I anxiously stared at the scene outside. One of the men broke Derek's window and I didn't understand what he was trying to prove. It better have made more sense if I were right out there with him. Derek appeared to be as serious as he always is, but he clenched his hands and I actually wanted him to punch one of them.

Finally, after what seemed forever, they left. I dashed out and said to Derek, "Well that was not a good sign. I'll just start cleaning the glass-"

"Don't. I don't want your finger to get worse." I didn't argue since I agreed with him. He simple threw the glass out and onto the concrete floor. Real safe. "You're going to have to deal with a slight breeze."

I laughed and thanked him. We were on our way to the hospital and I immediately regret not bringing a jacket. I felt like an ice cube. I couldn't feel my finger from placing it against the cold drink on one side and the ice pack on the other. It still hurt from the slightest motion which was hard not to do. We arrived at the parking lot and I told him, "You should charge me for rides, you would make a good amount of money out of it like a thousand dollars at this rate." He snickered. "Once again, thank you." He merely nodded in response as I left the vehicle. I slowly stepped into the hospital and headed to my mom's station.

I found her on the computer. At that moment I was more afraid of my own mother than the strange werewolf that drove me here. I carefully approached her desk. She looked up with a stunned expression. "Are you going to be like Scott and try to bribe the car out of me?" I shook my head. "Money?" Once again, I shook my head. "Speech therapy?" she said a bit annoyed at my silence.

I took a deep breath as I raised my hand. Her appearance clearly stated that she was disappointed. She used to act worried, but I have had more broken bones than fingers to count them. "You are so getting a long lecture when we get home."

I got the whole broken finger ordeal. The long talk from the doctor saying that I should be more careful, the x-rays, the cast and the horrible time frame that I will have to keep the cast on. It wasn't for long, but long enough to interfere with soccer. Yes, soccer is mostly leg, but knowing my coach, he wouldn't allow me on the field with this injury.

Getting my finger fixed was better than the grueling lecture I had on the way home. Mom gave up halfway since she already had given me the lecture before and she was super tired from her shift. We got home and mom went to start on a quick snack for the both of us before bed. I passed Scott's room and heard a racket as if someone was in there, but Scott was bowling. I quietly went downstairs to get my mom for backup.

"Mom there's someone in Scott's room," I calmly told her.

"What?" She seemed uneasy, then again we were getting robbed. We headed upstairs and my mom handed me a bat along with her bat. She stood on one side of the door and I on the other. She signaled one, two and three then Bam!All three of us screamed and I was going to hit the person if I didn't realize it was Stiles. "Stiles! What the hell are you doing?" my mom yelled at the teenage boy in front of us.

"What am I doing? Do you guys even play baseball?" I smiled at his question, but I was still mad at him for scaring me to death. My family didn't really play baseball and yet we have four bats around the house. That's our defensive weapon in case we really did need it, unlike this situation.

"Stiles, what on earth are you doing sneaking into Scott's room?" I asked as soon as my heart rate dropped from being scared out of my mind. Scott came racing up the stairs, just in time for the party. I hit his shoulder with my cast and said, "Stiles almost gave me a freaking heart attack."

"Ouch?" Scott sarcastically retorted. I glared at him, for in that moment I wanted to beat both of them with the baseball bat.

"Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?" Mom asked.

"You locked the front door, he wouldn't be able to get in!" Scott replied. I laughed at the bromance between my brother and Stiles. If I was a stranger I would think they were in love. They practically spend all they're time together, then again I do the same thing with Erica, who has not responded to a text I sent while I was walking to Derek's house. I began wondering if she was okay.

"Yeah, exactly! And, by the way, does either of you care the police made a curfew?"

"I'm going to take this time to quietly walk away to my room," I said as I took a few steps to the right and opened my door. I had every intention to talk to Erica as I shut the door behind me and turned to see my room a complete mess with my window opened. My heart seized to exist as I saw claw marks on the window frame, bed frame and pillow. I had to force myself to continue breathing as my eyes were averted to every single inch of my room. "Scott...come here, please," I whispered knowing that he could hear me.

Scott and Stiles both entered my room and I strolled along my room. "What the hell?" Scott said, "I can't recognize the smell. Who would have..." His attention was turned to a note on my desk. He snatched it off the desk as he read the short note aloud. "Don't think you've been ignored." The hair on the back of my neck stood straight up and I latched onto Stiles. He hugged me back just like Scott would if he wasn't examining the note. I knew it was the Alpha.

"You should talk to Derek," Stiles told Scott. Stiles tried his best to comfort me as I tried to control myself from freaking out and it was surprisingly working.

"Yeah, I am," Scott grunted. "I'll be right back." He kissed my forehead and left through my window. I wanted to tell him who it was and that Derek didn't do any of this, but my voice was no where to be found. I had every right to be terrified, however I'm not the kind of person to be worried like this, then again this is an even bigger and badder werewolf that knows where I sleep and wanted to give a clear message to me. Messaged received.

As I composed myself in Stiles' arms, I couldn't help to wonder:

What does the Alpha want from me?

Thank you all for reading!

I apologize for it being a bit shorter than my first two chapters, but I just couldn't find much to write in this episode. Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed it and please review just so I know what I can improve on and what I'm doing well. Thank you! :)

-Z