++++++ My apologise for the lack of updates in a while. I've been having some blood pressure issues relating to my pregnancy so I've been somewhat focused on sorting them out over uploading chapters. I will try an upload every couple weeks at this stage but once I know whats going on, I can come up with a schedule or something. Enjoy, please.

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Twenty

By the time Rose and Stiles had made it to the school, the lacrosse game was well and truly over. Some players were still lingering around but Scott was nowhere to be seen. Rose closed her eyes and took a deep breath, taking in the scents around her. "Derek and Peter are already here!" she gasped. "Locker rooms!"

Stiles grabbed her hand and they ran towards the teams change rooms. He glanced over at Rose to see she'd shifted, her eyes were the oddest part, that fragmented purple and blue was the oddest thing he'd ever seen.

Rose slammed through the closed door, almost knocking it off its hinges in the process. She wasn't exactly going for gentle or pious currently. And they'd get the door fixed.

"Scott!" Stiles shouted, sliding in close behind his girlfriend. He saw his best friend stuck between Derek and Peter, annoyance plastered all over his face.

Rose stepped forward. "Get away from my brother, Peter. I will rip you a new one."

Peter smirked. "You get the wrong idea, both you and Scott are getting the wrong impression of us. We really just want to help Scott reach his full potential."

"By killing my friends!" Scott snapped.

Peter grinned. "Sometimes the people closest to you-they can be the ones holding you back."

"Yes because I want my brother to become a raging psycho," Rose snorted. Her ears were flattened up against her head and her tail was straight as. She was angry and ready to attack.

"Stay out of this, cat," Peter hissed.

Rose growled. "Really? Feline insults? Take a hike before I call the police."

Derek and Peter glanced at each other. "We'll be back," the alpha assured them before they skulked out.

Stiles breathed a sigh of relief. "Just what we need…two psychotic alphas running around Beacon Hills."

"Two-two alphas?" Scott frowned.

"Rose's alpha came to town," Stiles replied. "We've a huge problem if they both hook up."

"Doubtful," Rose snorted. "Andre and Peter would more kill each other than help each other. Hmm…"

"There's a thought," Stiles joked.

"So what do we do?" Rose questioned. "Obviously the deal we had with Derek is off. Two were's and a human do not make a pack. We don't stand a chance against Peter. I think we should tell Chris Argent who the alpha is."

Scott and Stiles shot her a look. "No!" they both shouted.

Rose held her hands up in defeat. "Okay. Okay. Well, we need to think of something and right now we're all dealing with tonight's events. So, tomorrow afternoon after school, we meet up at Deaton's and discuss a plan of attack."

"Why Deaton's?" Scott asked.

"Because treating animals is only ninety percent of his work," Rose grinned.

"I'll see you at home," Scott told Rose, holding onto the towel that was wrapped around his waist.

Rose nodded. "Gotta. Stiles can take me home," she told Scott, tossing him the keys to the car. "C'mon Stiles." She grabbed his hand and dragged him out. "Why does all the terrible shit happen at the same time?"

"Because this is Beacon Hills," Stiles snorted. He dug his keys from his pocket and sighed. "So-you got a date for the Winter Formal?"

She shrugged. "Dunno," Rose confessed, getting into the Jeep. "I'm waiting for someone to ask me but dude's got ADHD and the attention span of a gold fish. He's kinda cute, little odd."

Stiles grinned.

"Hopefully Jackson will say yes," she teased.

Stiles chuckled and shook his head. "I'm offended, Rosie. Thanks."

Rose rubbed her head. "Might ask Lydia and Allison if they want to go dress shopping. Take my mind off of all of this supernatural crap."

"Sounds like a good idea," Stiles nodded. Once they were out on the road, he turned his head to his girlfriend. "So-was that a yes or a no?"

Rose grinned. "It was a yes! Of course I'll come to the Winter Formal with you, Stiles. I'm certainly not going with Jackson. I think he's going with Allison and Lydia is going with Scott-I think. That's the town gossip."

"That's just weird," Stiles confessed as he pulled into the street.

Rose's straightened up in her seat when they stopped in the driveway. Her eyes flashed and she jumped out of the car as a figure walked out on the porch. She had been expecting Andre or Miguel but when the sensor light flashed on, she squealed and ran over to the older woman wearing a shawl with salt and pepper hair. "Rita!" she squealed. "Bem-vindo, velho amigo!" she grinned.

"Meu filho, você cresceu tão forte e poderoso," Rita replied, her aged dark brown eyes scanning the young panther.

"What are you doing in Beacon Hills?" Rose grinned, pulling out of their hug.

"I came as soon as you said you had lost your charms," Rita answered, gazing at Stiles. "Quem e esse?"

Rose grinned. "This is Stiles, my boyfriend," she replied, waving him over from the Jeep. "Stiles, this is Rita, my mentor."

"Nice to meet you," Stiles nodded. "Rose has told me a lot about you, Rita."

Rita sniffed the air around the two teenagers. "I smell Andre, young one."

She sighed. "Andre is here, in Beacon Hills. But I managed to fight him off but he will come back."

The older woman stiffened when she took another smell. "I smell wolf!" she hissed.

Stiles saw her eyes flash blue and noticed the headlights of Rose and Scott's car.

"It's my brother, Scott," Rose assured her. "He's a werewolf, Rita. Be nice."

As Scott got out of the car, the elder woman started muttering under her breath in Portugese. She kept her eyes on the young wolf when he headed towards the group. "Beta," she grumbled, addressing him as the wolf, not the boy.

"Who's this?" Scott frowned.

"Rita," Rose explained. "The woman who helped me in the transformation. She came to give me some more charms."

"We should take this inside," Scott suggested. "Otherwise the neighbours will start to talk."

Rose and Stiles nodded their agreement.

The quartet made their way inside and made themselves comfortable in the kitchen. Rose proceeded to put the kettle on and then took her jacket off before sitting across from Rita. She scratched her neck. "Rita, this was probably a bad time for you to come. We've got two crazy alphas in town and a family of hunters who are one kill away from not giving a shit who they kill."

"Three," Rita corrected her. "But I wouldn't call the third crazy, just inexperienced." The three teenagers raised an eyebrow. The older woman couldn't help but laugh at the similar lopsided frowns the McCall twins were giving her. "I mean you, um pouco," she smiled, pointing at Rose. "I see the spark inside you, grown as much as it has. It was one of the things that drew me to you in the first place," she assured the girl.

Scott stared at his sister. "You're an alpha?"

"She's almost there," Rita nodded. "Almost. Not as strong as an alpha but stronger than a mere beta. I will be staying in Beacon Hills until I can be assured that you are safe," she told Rose. "And with Andre and this other alpha-you will need all the help that you can get, Rose."

Rose got up and started to make them all tea.

"Now, start explaining this werewolf problem," Rita ordered.

Scott sighed and told her everything from the body in the woods to the incident this evening with Peter and Derek Hale. He even told her about Rose and the hunters, and the deal she made with them for the dagger-the dagger that now wasn't needed because an alpha could kill an alpha.

Rita started at her student with a mixture of anger and pride. She couldn't wait to see the young beta become an alpha-in fact, both twins had the spark. She could see it. Rose's spark was brighter then Scott's but his was there. She had no doubt that in the future these two would make quite an alpha team. Beacon Hills would be their territory. The McCall Pack, she silently grinned to herself. It had a nice ring to it.

"You've got a devious grin on your face," Rose pointed out, sitting the tea in front of her. "You frighten me when you get that smile."

Rita chuckled. "Nonsense Rose."

"Do you have a hotel or somewhere to stay?" Rose asked her.

She nodded. "I do, thank you, Rose. Now, sit back down and we can discuss what to do. You three maybe younger but I am wiser. Youth often needs guidance at a time like this."

Rose sighed and sat down.

They definitely did need some guidance.

Some of you may have noticed that certain words are spelt with an extra letter or seem different but I'm using a computer that's programed for Australian English, not American.

If there is an actual spelling mistake, I have no beta, so all these mistakes are my own.

Translations according to Google Translate.

Bem-vindo, velho amigo – Welcome old friend

Meu filho, você cresceu tão forte e poderoso – My child, you have frown so strong and powerful.

Quem e esse? – Who is this?

Um pouco – Little one