++++++ No, this is not 'The Fight' but it is important. Insert standard disclaimer here ++++++

Nineteen

Rose took a step back, fear swallowing her up and leaking into every muscle in her body. She had been fearing this moment since the second she landed back on American soil-afraid that he would find her. She had been so adamant that she would fight back but now that the moment was here, Rose was shit scared of fighting back.

Andre took a single step forward. "I must say, minha querida, you have been hard to track down. Even harder to make submit."

Rose glanced sideways at Stiles, her heart sank when she saw clawed hands around his throat belonging to Miguel.

Andre smirked. "Oh, don't worry, minha querida. I am going to kill him, if this is what you're worried about." He walked boldly towards her and leant in to sniff her neck. "Still unclaimed…perfect. Considering I know there is a pesky alpha here somewhere, least I get to lay claim to you first."

"Get away!" Rose shoved him away only serving to make him laugh at her.

He grabbed her arm and twisted it roughly behind her back before shoving her to the ground. "I must say, you American girls are certainly trouble. Wild, you lack manners. But that is nothing a firm had cannot fix." Andre took a deep breath of her hair, stopping to stare at Stiles before spitting on the ground in disgust. "You smell like the human boy. Disgusting. What have you been doing, minha quenrida?"

Rose kept her eyes on Stiles. She was terrified.

Andre stepped back. "Shall I kill him now?" he smirked. "Miguel, bring him here."

"Let me go!" Stiles shouted. Struggling against the hold on him.

"NO!" Rose screamed. She slashed the alpha across the face and went to strike him again only for him to back hand her.

He grabbed Rose around the throat and slammed her up against the door of the car. "Don't fucking test me, minha quenrida!" Andre hissed.

Miguel dragged Stiles towards the pair, his claws digging into his neck, a look of disgust on his face. "The boy and her smell like dogs."

Rose chuckled, sounding a little psychotic. "You should have done your research before coming here. We've got hunters, we've got werewolves."

Andre spat on the ground. "Mutts!" he hissed. He tightened his grip until he'd completely cut off her air supply. "You should have stayed. It would have hurt much less than what it's going to."

"Fuck you!" Rose coughed.

"You first," he smirked. Andre pulled her off the side of the car and wrapped his arm around her neck so that he was able to drag her to a waiting car.

"Let me go!" Rose screamed. She reached out for Stiles, almost touching his outstretched hand before he was ripped away from her. Rose kicked backwards, connecting with something solid that sent the two of them to the ground.

Andre grabbed her head and slammed it down on the hard parking lot ground. "Don't push me, little girl!" he hissed. "Or I will kill you both, find your home and lay claim to your mother. I know how much you love her."

Her eyes widened in horror. Andre smirked as she fell still. As he went to bring her up, Rose's eyes flashed blue before narrowing, her face twisted in anger and she kicked him off her. "You stay the fuck away from my mother!" she screamed, her body easing into the shift.

"Kill the boy!" Andre ordered.

"DON'T YOU HARM A HAIR ON HIS HEAD!" Rose roared, her eyes changing from blue to violet.

Miguel shrank back. He was used to the alpha voice from Andre but the alpha voice coming from her was stronger, more power emanated from those words, more than Andre had ever been able to summon. Every muscle in his body commanded that he let go of the boy, leaving him no choice but to obey.

"Miguel!" Andre hissed. "What are you doing?"

Stiles ran over to Rose and she hugged him tightly before pushing him behind her. "So what do we do now?" he mumbled.

It was taking every ounce of concentration that Rose had to keep a hold of the power inside her. But she was damned if she would lose it, because if she did, she lost everything. "You run," Rose whispered.

Stiles shook his head.

"Answer me Miguel!" Andre hissed.

"Alpha," Miguel gasped.

Andre turned, looking for the alpha that he could suddenly feel only for his eyes to fall on Rose-more importantly-her glowing violet eyes. He growled and narrowed his eyes, the shift taking over his body. "You're the alpha! You! Who did you kill to take the spark?"

"No one," Rose snapped. She crouched. "I'm gonna rip you to shreds!"

"Andre!" Miguel shouted as the two were's charged each other. He grabbed Andre before they could collide and forced him aside. "Andre, no! She's a true alpha! She didn't steal anything!"

Andre pushed him away. "True alpha?" he barked. "That's nothing but a lie! A myth!" He took a menacing step towards Rose but stopped when he heard the sound a car coming by. The four of them forcibly relaxed as a car slowly rolled by before eventually stopping.

"Stiles, shouldn't you be at home?" frowned the familiar voice of his father.

Stiles grinned at his father. "Just helping Rose deliver dinner to her mum."

"And these gentlemen?" the Sherriff asked.

"Looking for intensive care," Rose answered. "Friend got attacked by their cat. They wanna make sure he's ok. And won't die," she mumbled just low enough so that Andre and Miguel were the only ones to hear her.

The Sherriff nodded. "Well, head on home you two," he ordered.

"Gladly!" Rose grinned.

He waited, clearly showing he wasn't going anywhere.

Andre cleared his throat. "Thank you for your help, anyway," he growled at her.

"Glad to be of service," she scowled.

The two men headed towards their car, driving off before the Sherriff even considered leaving.

Rose let out a giant sigh of relief. "There is a god!" she cried out.

Stiles grabbed her tightly and hugged her. "Jesus you should have seen yourself, all badass. I'm never getting on your bad side-ever!"

She buried her head in her shoulder. "I seriously don't feel so good. But we have to go see Scott."

"You need some rest," he argued, still hugging her. "I'll see Scott!"

"I think you've had enough human in the middle of a were fight time," Rose warned him.

"An alpha were," Stiles grinned. He pushed her back a little so he could meet her eyes. "Do the eye thing," he instructed her.

Rose rolled her eyes and they flashed. "Colour?"

"Blue but sorta…sorta fragmented," Stiles frowned. "It's like a blue tiles with splashes of violet."

She grabbed his hand. "Come on! We gotta find Scott! He needs to know about Peter."

"But-" he objected.

Rose squeezed his hand tighter and shook her head.

They had to get to Scott before Peter and Derek.

minha querida means my dear one in Portuguese according to our holy lord, Google Translate ++++++