I know it's been awhile and all and this chapter is going to be the groundbreaker. No more recapping it's still going to follow the basic storyline but now more of how this differs from the original will shine through. Plus more powers and side effects will be revealed. I hope you like it!

Derek had been laying on the floor in his burnt down house when he heard them. Two males were talking and walking around in his area. He took it as just some teenagers wandering around so he got up with the intention of scaring them off. On a, what Derek considered slow paced run he was able to catch up to where the teens were within a few minutes. It was then that he started to actually hear what they were saying.

"I know you're a Werewolf!"

The one with less hair yelled out making Derek freeze. For the first time since he got close enough Derek used his nose. Sure enough the other boy did smell like Wolf, but there was something else there. Something under the animal this kid had inside of him. And as Derek's nostrils flared he realized what the smell reminded him of.

Fire.

Both of them had the scent. As if they had fire under their skin, but not like something was burning kind of fire, this was like an unscented wax candle blazing inside of them. Derek missed whatever else the two teens were saying and decided it was time to confront the teens.

The encounter was short but enough for Derek to find out that the one who was a Werewolf was a changed Wolf. And he also didn't know it. That and the inhaler he had found near Laura's body belonged to the teen. He gave it back but really doubted the teen would ever need it again.

But truthfully Derek left the teens more confused than before since he couldn't figure out what the scent they had meant, or even was. He had a feeling he would be seeing more of the two of them, and decided he would figure it out along the way.

Especially since the turned teen was the Alpha's Beta. Derek went back to his house with a smirk on his lips; he would definitely see more of them.

Next Day:

After a very traumatic morning Scott was closing up his locker after changing when Jackson came up to him. The taller teen was asking about juice, and then drugs, and shoving Scott around. It was the shorter teen's breaking point.

"Yeah well so would I!"

He yelled at Jackson after being shoved into the lockers.

"Cause I can see, hear, and smell things I shouldn't be able to! Sleep walking through the woods in the middle of the night and I'm pretty sure I'm losing my freaking mind!"

Jackson gave a half laugh as Scott nearly hyperventilated. After some threat that Scott barely paid attention to as he resisted using his powers to turn Jackson into a fly. He was broken out of his train of thought as Jackson beat the locker next to his head and walked off.

Stiles on the other hand was currently using his powers to listen in of his dads phone conversations once again. It was a horrible habit of his that he should have tried to break a long time ago but just couldn't get up the nerve to. That was when he heard it. The coroner had found something and Stiles instantly stopped listening as Scott walked by. His mind already getting a little fuzzy around the edges as he tried to get his friends attention.

"Scott!"

He called out.

"Not now Stiles."

Scott gave him the brush off but Stiles followed him relentlessly as he struggled to remember everything he had heard.

"I was listening in on my dad's phone calls again and you'll never believe what the coroner found on the body!"

Scott walked off onto the field, completely ignoring the panicking teen.

"They found wolf hairs on the body."

He finished lamely to himself. Stiles reluctantly followed Scott into the huddle up and half listened as the coach gave some speech about making first line. Which he knew he wasn't going to do unless he used his powers. Then his mind started to wander. Going over things like what he was going to eat for dinner that night, if his dad was going to be home early or stay late. He looked down as he jogged off with the others and thought about how many steps it would take for him to get home on foot, and then started calculating it.

It was around this point that he realized what was happening to him and shook it off. What most people considered ADHD Stiles considered backfire. It was a result of using his powers. Like Scott with his asthma, that hadn't been affecting him since the night he got bit, Stiles mind lost focus. Sometimes he even forgot where he was or who he was with. His body went on autopilot and he would come back to himself sitting in class taking notes he wasn't even aware of writing down in the first place.

He turned his attention to Scott on the field. Watching as his best friend seemingly danced around the other players. There was definitely something different with Scott. If the whole healing super-fast, hearing things from far away, smelling ancient gum in Stiles pockets, and not to mention the lack of asthma wasn't a huge give away to Stiles he didn't know what would be. And as he watched Scott cheer and enjoy being praised and cheered for as he made first line, all Stiles could do was worry over the fact that something was wrong. Something didn't feel right and he was going to find out what it was, no matter what it took.

After school Stiles took a twelve pack of Mountain Dew, his bottle of Adderall, all the books he got from the three libraries he visited, and got from his mom's collection, and the large pepperoni pizza up to his room with him. Stiles spent the whole evening, night, and early morning looking up what he suspected happened to Scott. And sure enough he was more than positive that his best friend was now his best Wolf friend.

That morning, long after he should have attempted to fall asleep, and his dad had come home, woke up, and left again. Stiles decided it was time to call Scott. The evidence was staggering and there was no way Scott would be able to stay in denial. It wasn't like the supernatural was anything new to the two of them.

Stiles was still reading things from the internet when the knock on his door made him jump. Hoping it wasn't his dad Stiles closed up his laptop and opened the door. Scott was standing there with a stupid smile on his lips.

"Get in here."

Stiles insisted as he opened the door further to allow Scott entrance.

"You gotta see this dude. I've been up all night reading websites, books, all this-"

He moved around to get his notes as Scott interrupted his word spewing.

"How much Adderall have you had today?"

He questioned jokingly.

"A lot."

Stiles answered truthfully.

"But that's not important right now."

He shoved his papers at Scott.

"What is important is that joke from the other day."

Scott nodded in understanding.

"Yeah, what about it?"

He looked down at the papers he was now holding.

"Yeah not really a joke anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"The bite, the Wolf howling in the woods, do you even know why a wolf howls?"

Scott shook his head no.

"To signal its location to other wolves. It's pack, there may have been more out there in the woods that night."

"Whoa you mean there was a whole pack of wolves out in the woods when I got attacked?"

"No Werewolves."

Stiles answered seriously. Scott's face fell as he took in what his friend was talking about.

"There's no such thing Stiles."

Stiles sat down in his desk chair in front of Scott who sat on his bed with a disbelieving face.

"Scott think about it man. That night you were bitten by something, something you claim was a wolf. There are no wolves in California, at least not wild ones. Then the next day the bite is all healed up, you start hearing things clean across a room, smelling gum I didn't know about in my pocket, and not to mention the asthma."

Scott was gripping his hands tighter into fist as Stiles spoke he avoided looking at him but his head shot up at his friends last words.

"Have you even needed your inhaler since that night? Even with all the lacrosse you've been playing."

Stiles could see Scott putting the pieces together and then saw the anger well up in his friend as he stood up.

"Look maybe it's just my powers changing cause of the threat on my life. Your mom was always saying some day we could get scary strong if we used too much. And I don't know about you but I use all the time!"

"Scott I use too! Maybe even more than you and all I've gotten are backfires and you know it."

"We're not the same!"

Scott was yelling and it wasn't the first time they had fought but this was for sure the longest it had gone on.

"Why are you trying to ruin things! I'm supposed to pick up Allison in an hour we can talk after the party."

Scott tried to reason.

"What! No! Scott the full moon is tonight you can't go to that party. You're cursed Scott."

They were both silent as they thought this over.

"It might not be just the full moon either."

Stiles added.

"What do you mean?"

Scott whined.

"Every time your heart starts pounding too fast, or blood starts rushing you risk changing."

Stiles reached over and grabbed one of the many books he had piled on his desk and opened it up to show to Scott.

"Look it says it right here. The full moon is also when your blood lust will be at its peak."

"Blood lust?"

Scott questioned as he was overly confused at this point.

"Yeah you're urge to kill. It says anything that makes your blood rush can cause the change. And I haven't seen anyone make your blood rush like Allison. That's it I'm cancelling this date."

Stiles reached past Scott and grabbed his friends cell phone from his bag.

It seemed this was once again Scott's breaking point in the conversation. Like when Jackson had confronted him about all of his sudden changes.

"No Stiles give it back!"

He yelled as he shoved his friend into the nearest wall as he held his fist out to punch Stiles. Scott was about to actually punch Stiles, it wouldn't be the first time but the flash of power that crossed his friends eyes made he stop. Fighting with their powers was nothing new, the two of them were like brothers in so many ways fights were bound to break out. This was something different though. Scott wasn't using his powers, he didn't intend to, and Stiles knew that. He would have felt it like Scott did now from Stiles. That's when he realized that Stiles felt threatened by him. By Scott!

All of a sudden Scott wasn't only mad at Stiles but himself at well. He lashed out and hit Stiles' desk chair instead of Stiles himself.

"I'm, I'm sorry."

Scott mumbled to Stiles.

"I have to go get ready for the party."

He finished as he took his phone gently from Stiles hands, and left. Stiles didn't move from where he had been shoved against the wall for he doesn't know how long. But when he came back to his right mind he knew one thing for sure.

There was no way that party was going to end well.

The Argent Household:

Allison Argent was in her room getting ready for her date to arrive when her father knocked on her door.

"Where are you going?"

He questioned. Allison smiled innocently.

"To a party. It's Friday, I'm in High School, I have a date picking me up."

Allison smiled dreamily.

"I'm going to a party."

"Allison."

Her father said harshly. She looked up at his stern face.

"We aren't here so you can make nice with high schoolers."

Allison's happy moment came to a screeching halt.

"I know dad I just thought…"

"You were distracted by one of the targets we are here to investigate."

He reminded.

"But if I do this and get to know him better and get closer to him and the other one we can know for sure."

She argued. Chris Argent nodded at the point she made.

"Just be careful. Your aunt did something similar to this when we were kids living here but with a pack of Wolves."

Allison smiled reassuringly to her dad.

"It's just a couple of witches."

She finished with a laugh. The doorbell went off and Allison rushed down the stairs. Her mom had already opened the door and Allison smiled once more as she saw a very nervous looking Scott standing there.

She was really hoping Scott wasn't what her family thought he was.