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Chapter Nine: Luninescence

The speed made my stomach ache. Unfortunately, the rapid driving was not fast enough to out run Kate Argent. Her car was, at most, ten feet away from Derek's Camero. This high speed chase was definitely not the way I saw my night going. "Scott, I don't think you're grasping the concept of the car chase here," Stiles almost yelled at my brother.

"Seriously, Scott. Kate-psyco-hunter isn't exactly slowing down!" I added. I'm the one that is most likely to get a speeding ticket so how did Scott get picked to drive? Made no sense to me.

"Any faster and I'll kill us." He tried to keep calm even though it was clear he wasn't doing so well under the pressure.

"If not, she will!" Stiles quickly nodded his head as he agreed with me. I reached from the back seat and slapped Scott's head. He grunted in defeat before pressing more on the gas. The trees outside became more blurry as our speed reached over a hundred miles per hour. Oddly, my car sickness went away… for a moment.

Derek was barely a blur in the warehouse as we stopped in front of him. He rushed inside in the back with me. "Welcome!" My sarcastic mouth went into overdrive in the stressful situation.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Stiles scolded him and that clearly showed that he wasn't taking this well.

Derek ignored both of us as he said, "Damn it, I had him!"

Thankfully Stiles asked, "Who? The Alpha?" At the mention of the Alpha, I froze up. I stayed quiet throughout their bickering. At one point Mr. Harris was mentioned by Derek, and he was just as clueless as to why my teacher would be involved in everything going on.

"Hey are you alright back there? Keeping your mouth shut isn't exactly your forte." My eyes could have burned a hole in his head as I glared at Stiles. I let the comment go since this wasn't the time or place to get angry.

"I'm fine, just the car sickness is finally getting to me." My sarcasm had no place being in that sentence, but it did. Now that we were getting away from the hunters, all of my emotions were finally hitting me.

"We're almost there, I promise we'll be home soon." I merely smiled as Scott glanced at me from the rear view mirror. "Derek, what's the second thing you sister knew?"

"Some kind of symbol" He pulled out a paper that had a drawing of some sort of animal. To me it seemed like just a drawing, but Scott had a different expression plastered on his face. "What you know what this is?"

"I've seen it. It's Allison's necklace"

My mind was shocked at the news, and all I could say was, "Damn…"

The rest of the drive was silent and no one wanted to state out the obvious for Scott. He had the worst luck so far this year. He got turned into a werewolf; his first serious girlfriend is a hunter; her family is trying to kill us; and now Scott has to get his hands on his ex-girlfriends necklace. Last year, we didn't even think all of this mythical stuff existed.

We arrived at an abandoned parking lot where Stiles' Jeep was waiting for us. Stiles, Scott and I quickly got out so that we could get home. Unlike Derek, we had school in the morning.

Before I stepped foot in the Jeep, Derek said, "I know your lying." Although I trusted Derek, he was still extremely intimidating. I knew my hesitation before entering the back seat confirmed to Derek that something was wrong.

A strong sense of guilt washed over me as Scott and I entered our home. Everything could be solved if I just told them the Alpha was Peter Hale, except it wasn't that simple. My mom, Erica and probably many more people I knew would be in danger. The truth would soon come out; Peter couldn't hide forever.

As I was turning off all the lights in the house, I caught a glimpse of Derek standing outside in the woods. "Hey Scott, I'm gonna go for a run, adrenaline is still pumping through my veins." I didn't even get to hear what he had to say, then again he was probably knocked out. It was just an excuse to see stalker Derek.

I walked outside to the freezing air as I caught scent of a very familiar werewolf. I rolled my eyes in annoyance as Derek revealed himself. "What are you doing here, Derek?"

He wasted no time in asking, "What are you lying about?" Those words felt like an arrow pierced through my chest. My throat tightened up at his sharp stare. There was no doubt that he could hear my heart rate increasing.

My mom's face flashed in my mind. Protecting her and Scott were my main priority. They had to stay safe. "I-I can't tell you." The guilt was another emotion he would probably pick up on.

Those stunning blue eyes didn't do anything to distract me from his aggressive mood. "You can't or you won't?"

The threat in his voice caused a small spark of anger to flicker onto my words. "I can't. You know just how dangerous the Alpha is and he threatened my family-"

Before my explanation was done he had already heard what he wanted. "The alpha? You know who he is?" Crap. Sometimes my impulsiveness just let's out the one thing I want to keep to myself. Good job, Savanna.

There was no use in lying. "Yes and the minute I tell you who it is is the second someone I know is in danger, so unless you have some kind of loophole, I can't tell you. I'm s-sorry." The thought of anything happening to my family caused my eyes to water.

The ground seemed more interesting to me than being stared down by Derek Hale. "It's fine. I understand." I looked up to see that he turned around and disappeared. My voice seized to exist. There wasn't any resentment or anger in his voice, he seemed genuinely empathetic. That left me more confused…

School was something far from my mind. My actions had consequences, and I hope that Peter didn't find out about the conversation with Derek even though I didn't say anything. My paranoid self kept rearing it's ugly head throughout the day.

Thankfully, Erica made everything better.

"So there's something I've been meaning to tell you…" Erica began to say as I bit into my sandwich. We were having lunch on the bleachers to enjoy the near empty scenery. It kept her calm, and that made me calm.

"Okay shoot." Talking with food in my mouth? Gorgeous. And I'm pretty sure a bit of crumbs fell onto my face. It's a miracle I'm single.

"I know I've been acting distant and after the whole post- wolf shock I realized you've been going through a bad stuff and I was just being selfish." I stopped mid-bite, not because she was going to finally let me know what's been bugging her, but because I was the one being selfish throughout this whole exchange. "So a few weeks ago I was going to start this trial drug for my seizures and I needed to go through more tests." I nodded for her to go on and I put my food down.

"The results came in and…I was rejected. I was considered a high risk in my condition…then when you stood up for me everything just kind of exploded. I hate feeling this weak…I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take it out on you…"

Erica had her head down, avoiding eye contact, and that's when I noticed a tear drop roll down her cheek. The first thing I did was bring her into a hug. It broke my heart to see her cry. Even more knowing that she had a lot of crap to deal with, and that I was too distracted to talk to her. "It's okay. I know it's hard, but you'll get through this and I'll be here for you."

She looked up at me with that stunning smile. "Thank you." She embraced me even tighter and even with my new senses I was struggling to breathe. Even though I was struggling to breathe, it felt as if there wasn't anything holding back our friendship.

It felt like the good ol' days.

"Dude we should leave, they're having a moment." My ears picked up, and my eyes turned to the two idiots at the bottom of the bleachers. "Oh, too late."

Erica let me go to face my brother and Stiles. I reluctantly let go of Erica, and got up. "I'll be back. You know how boys are." She smiled, but quickly put her head down out of shyness since Stiles was around.

"What up?" I stood on one bleacher as they stayed on the ground. Honestly, I just wanted to finish lunch and get this day over with before it gets worse.

"So umm well…uh Scott?" Stiles seemed a bit nervous for some strange reason. I gave them both odd looks.

"…Jackson knows."

It took me a minute before it had finally hit me what they meant…then a bomb of questions went off. "What? How? Scott what did you do?"

"I didn't do anything! I don't have a clue. We came to ask you. You were best friends with him at some point, I thought maybe you let something slip out…." He was practically begging for Stiles to chime in at any moment.

"He stopped being my best friend when Lydia came in the picture, so why on Earth would I tell him our biggest secret? Have a little faith in me." It really didn't matter, I was just trying to make them feel a bit bad.

Stiles finally came back to reality as he said, "It was just a thought! It was my idea too, I swear. Don't blame Scott." I small headache was beginning to form.

One particular redhead idea came to mind. "Damn it, listen I'll ask Lydia to see what he knows exactly. She knows everything going on with him…I hope." This isn't exactly something Jackson would be telling everyone since it was kind of ridiculous.

"Good, good. You can get rid of this problem-" Stiles began to say.

I shot them a harsh glare before cutting of Stiles. "You two owe me." I ignored the two idiots before heading back to Erica.

While heading my next class I saw Lydia rushing into the bathrooms. "Lydia, hey!" She turned around to see her tear stained face. Her mascara was running down her face. "Oh, what's wrong?"

"It's Jackson. He-" She looked around before continuing in a quieter voice. "He dumped me. Me." Her ego was severely hurt.

"What?" Before having her continue, I went to grab a paper towel for her. She gave a brief thank you and cleaned her ruined make-up. This was strange situation. Lydia was usually so well put together, never this emotionally distraught.

"He said he was dropping dead weight and I was the deadest." She began to reapply her make-up.

"What?" I knew Jackson was a jerk, but this was a whole new level, and it was Lydia. Lydia. Something had to be wrong. It took her a while to get her composure back, but it was almost like this situation never happened.

"Exactly!" She got her make-up looking normal before storming out.

Even if Lydia wasn't a close friend, Jackson had gone too far.

After asking Danny, I headed to the locker room to have a talk with Jackson. This whole situation better be some misunderstanding. After passing some lockers, Jackson was texting someone in front of his open locker. "What the hell is wrong with you!? First my brother and now Lydia? What the hell is wrong with you, Jackson?"

His unamused face just irritated me even more. "Your brothers superpowers."

"All of this because your jealous of my brother? Seriously? I never thought I'd see the day Jackson Whittemore was jealous of someone just because they're a better player than him. You know you're not always going to be number one."

I hit a sore spot. "I am number one around here, not Scott. He needs to learn his place and I just need whatever fairy dust he has."

"Get over your stupid ego being hurt. Scott doesn't have any superpowers. He practiced every day over summer. Accept the fact that he is co-captain, that he's just better than you-"

"Oh! He's not, and he will never be. Tonight's game is going to prove just that." This was ridiculous. Jackson had to get this theory out of his head, even if he was right…

"I can't believe how your acting. I'm glad I stopped talking to you because this, this is what a complete asshole looks like"

"And I look good doing it." Every part of me wanted to shove Jackson straight into the wall, and it took every part of me to suppress those feelings. This whole wolf thing was taking a toll on my emotions.

Before making the situation any worse, I told him, "Jackson. Stay away from my brother." I was turning around to head out, so I could calm myself down.

Then as if things couldn't get any worse.

"Savanna?" Isaac eyed me suspiciously, and then Jackson. "What are you doing in the guy's locker room?"

"No, no, no. It's not what it looks like. Jackson here is currently harassing my brother and I thought I'd talk some sense into him before the game. He's all hurt because he's a co-captain-"

"I'm out of here. Tell your brother he better watch his back." He shoved me a bit as he walked passed us. My knuckles were turning white from the anger that I was forced to hold back.

"Sorry, they're not exactly friends," I said to Isaac Lahey. My brown eyes met his blue ones, and everything felt better. His eyes must have reminded me of the ocean causing everything to instantly relax.

"Yeah, they've been… competitive," he hesitated for a moment.

The atmosphere was getting a bit tense. Plus, I was in the boys locker room. "Well I should probably go-"

"Wait! I wanted to talk to you about the other night." He gently grabbed my shoulder. It took me by surprise causing him to let go once he realized what he did. "Before Scott called you, I was telling you about my situation and-"

"I'm not gonna tell anyone, if that what you were going to ask…"

"Thanks, but that's not what I was going to ask."

"Oh sorry, continue." I looked down out of embarrassment, and I'm sure my cheeks were undeniably pink.

"How did you know I was in there?" Crap. Really? Out of all questions?

"I-I was walking and heard something. I have hearing of a dog." Or wolf. "And that's when I saw everything happen…." Complete lie. Lies. Lies. Lies. He was so truthful to me about his home life and I didn't even have the decency to tell him why I hated being home alone. Everything would be so much easier if he knew about all the supernatural stuff that goes on in Beacon Hills.

Since I was still mostly avoiding eye contact I didn't expect him to do what he did. He hugged me. "Thank you."

"You're welcome." I put my arms around him, and leaned my head onto his chest. For a brief window, nothing was wrong.

The awkward embrace quickly became comforting and neither of us wanted to let go.

I don't know how long we stood there only that I had to go as soon as I heard Coach Finstock's loud voice coming closer to the locker rooms.

I moved away faster than I should have. "Crap. Um see you tonight and good luck!" My hand gently squeezed his before I took off.

"McCall! What were you- McCall!" I ignored his yells and just kept running. I ran all the way to my house…mostly.

'Closing time' the small note rip of paper read. I didn't have to guess who it was; his scent was all over my room. Peter. That's the last place I wanted to go to and especially if it had to do something with Peter. My hands wanted to shake, my body wanted to be terrified, but nothing happened, I felt calm. That was more terrifying. I shoved the paper in the trash and grabbed the air freshener and sprayed it all over.

His smell was still lingering.

Perfume. Body spray. Candles. Anything!

After a long battle against the disgusting scent, it was finally gone. Just in time for Scott to come home. He passed by my room and immediately leaped away from my door. "What the hell is that smell? Did you get the whole perfume department into your room? Oh god! It's getting into my room!" He automatically raced to his room and I heard him yank his window straight open.

"Hey, Scott. I'm gonna be late for your game."

"That's fine! I am too," he was coughing a bit as he reached my room.

The place was empty, I couldn't even hear any foot steps around. Until I heard Peter faintly talk with a woman. My senses heightened as my heartbeat rose in fear. I didn't dare move an inch, except I had to go in.

The pale blue room contained an empty wheelchair where Peter should have been sitting while facing the window. My senses became more alert of my surroundings since Alpha Peter could be lurking anywhere. I stepped outside and the hallways were empty just like before. My focus was to keep my heart rate at a minimum so that he wouldn't hear my obvious fear and so that I kept my werewolf side tamed. The front door opened loudly and my first instinct was to hide. My feet led be behind the wall of another empty room. First there were one set of footsteps that quietly turned two more in another area of the nursing home. A semi-loud voice entered my eardrums and the voice was far too familiar.

Stiles.

For a second I was glad that my friend was here and it quickly changed into panic as I remembered that Peter was lurking around the building. I thought of every way to get Stiles out so that he wouldn't be in harms way. I was so focused into my plan that I ignored my dear dorky friend until he came into my viewing. "Savanna? What are you doing here?" I tensed up for a mere moment before over-enthusiastically turning to face him.

"Stiles! Hey! Wha-wha-what brings you here?"

He eyed me oddly and said, "I can ask you the same thing. I'm checking for Peter Hale for Derek"

"Stiles? What's Savanna doing there?" I heard a distant voice and noticed it was coming from Stiles' phone.

"Let me just- hold on." Stiles quickly went back to talking to Derek and peeked into Peter's empty room. He was speaking to Derek for a second. Then I found Peter walking towards us from an abandoned hallway. I couldn't speak as I pulled Stiles out of the room. "Wha-"

A grim voice sent shivers down my spine. "Savanna…and you must be Stiles."

We turned around to have a chance of escaping only to find a nurse. "What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over."

Stiles was nervously talking as I shielded him. My body was shaking, but I had to keep him safe.

Then Derek popped in, and punched the nurse unconscious. Damn.

Peter was getting close to us. "Stiles, get out!" I ordered him as I pushed him away. A hand grabbed my hair tightly and familiar razor blade claws came near my neck, both preventing me to help my dear friend.

"Now this doesn't need to get ugly," Peter smugly said.

"Stiles get down," Derek said as he came into viewing.

Stiles looked between me and Derek and muttered, "Oh crap," before falling flat to the ground.

"Let her go."

I leaned into his claws enough to make a small cut, but quickly yanked my head back enough for Peter to loosen his grip. I jolted away from the mad man and down to help Stiles. Only to have my hair yanked back.

"Now, do you really think that would wor-" My body froze for a mere second before realizing that Derek managed to get Peter's grip off of my hair and push him away from me.

I rushed to Stiles and helped him get up. "Stay down!" Derek yelled before turning his attention to his Uncle.

My chances of having a good day went right down the rabbit hole.

Hello, familia! Long time no see, but it's definitely better late than never. I honestly just couldn't get myself to write this chapter. I've already started chapters for season two and three, I just got to push through season one.

My writing style, may or may have not changed that much, but I thought it did enough to lose motivation for this story. I'm not going to go back to re-write the chapters because it will take too much time that I don't have. So hopefully it doesn't really change tone, but I'm gong to write how I'm more comfortable.

Thank you for reading! And big thank you to those of you who stuck around, it's amazing. And for those of you who are new, welcome! And I hope you stick around too. You guys are awesome!

Also, I've started another Teen Wolf story focusing more on Derek and some OC's of mine, so if you wanna check that out that would be awesome :) I started writing it when I had writers block for this story, and it's a bit different than what I'm used to writing, but I like it and I hope you do to, if you decide to read it.

With Love,

Z