Okay so just as a reference I planned it out as this was happening on Saturday night. Scott arrived in Mexico on Friday and him and his friends got captured at the club Friday night. The next day (Saturday) they were sent to the abandoned church and they didn't arrive until Saturday night. Then, they leave in the middle of Saturday night/super early Sunday morning.

Scott sat in the jeep as him, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, Kira, and a passed out, young Derek drove back to Beacon Hills. The sun was just beginning to rise and the sky was blushing. He pulled out his phone and saw a missed message from his mom. He played it and held his phone up to hear. His mouth gaped open a little as he listened to the message he quickly called his mom back.

"Who the hell is your mom talking about?" Malia asked. She clearly used her werewolf hearing to listen in on the call.

"Hold on," Scott said. He put the phone on speaker and held it out in front of him. His mom picked up halfway through the first ring.

"Uh, mom? What are you talking about?" he asked while his friends listened intently.

"Okay so at around 9:00 on Friday night, Parrish's cousin arrived from New Jersey. She moved here because strange thing were happening to her and Parrish said he could help. So she was sleeping and then woke up because she smelt something. It was your scent. It drew her all the way to our house so I took her to Deaton and he said she's something called an epsilon wolf, which is like the guardian of the pack. And she's supposed to protect yours, but technically, she's still human. She gained wolf powers when you became a true-alpha and the human parts of her are weakening with every full moon and she doesn't have enough werewolf in her to sustain herself so tomorrow night she'll die under the full moon unless she's full wolf. In order for that to happen you need to activate her by either biting or scratching her," Melissa was out of breath after explaining things so quickly and frantically.

The 5 friends sat in silence for a moment, processing, then Stiles stepped harder on the gas and they raced across the desert. Becca sniffled in the background and let out a shaky breath. She was sitting next to Melissa at the clinic and had been crying on and off all day. Parrish came, but just left to get breakfast.

"Was that her?" Scott asked.

"Yeah. She's a little shaken up," Melissa said.

"Can you put her on," Scott asked, taking the phone off of speaker.

"Yeah, sure," Melissa handed the phone to Becca.

"Hello?" Becca asked, weakly.

"Hi, I'm Scott."

"Becca."

"I just wanted to let you know that I'm not going to let you die. We're going to get to Beacon Hills as fast as we can and I'll bite and slash you as many times as it takes for you not to die,"

Becca let out a short chuckle through her tears.

"Well, I'm not going anywhere, so I'll be here waiting," she said.

"Good, just don't worry. We'll be back before the full moon." Scott said in a reassuring tone.

"Okay," Becca said with a faint smile. Then, she hung up.

Scott turned to Stiles and Stiles looked back at him.

"We need to get back to Beacon Hills," Scott said, seriously.

"Oh I'm gonna get us to Beacon Hills," Stiles said, putting more pressure on the gas. They were up to 90 mph.

…

It was 4:00 and Becca sat in the clinic's waiting room, bobbing her leg up and down when Scott rushed through the doors, his friends trailing behind him. Stiles fell trying to get out of the car as fast as possible, so he was last. Even when he was in the back, Becca couldn't help but notice him.

"Scott?" Becca asked. Scott only smiled in return.

He walked over to her and grabbed her arm. Flipping out his claws, he prepared to scratch her arm.

"No," Deaton said, entering from the back room. "It's not that simple."

Deaton led the large group outside. Scott retracted his claws but left his hand on Becca's arm while walking with her outside.

"We need to wait until the sun has completely set and you need to scratch her on the neck." Deaton informed.

"My neck? That'll kill me!" Becca yelled, terrified.

"Not if Scott does it right," Deaton says.

Becca felt her vision beginning to blur and she wobbled backwards. Stiles grabbed her by the hips and balanced her out. Then, he helped her lie down on the pavement, where she leaned back until she was flat against the ground and shut her eyes. Her chest moved up and down as she tried to steady her breathing. Lydia grabbed her hand to help and Becca's breathing regulated a minute or two later she opened her eyes and gave a soft smile.

"You know, for a pack of deadly, supernatural creatures, you guys sure are nice," she commented.

"Not all of us are deadly," Stiles's said. Just then, a car from the sheriff's department pulled in.

"Hey, how are you doing, Becca?" the sheriff called out as he walked over. He had met Becca when he visited earlier that day.

"Hey, Dad! I'm great. It's good to see you, too," Stiles said sarcastically.

Becca laughed a little which made Stiles smile because he cheered her up.

Becca looked around for Scott to see if she could read what he was feeling, but he wasn't outside. Becca's heart jolted to a stop for a moment before she saw him with Deaton through the glass doors of the clinic. Deaton was pointing out various parts of the throat. Becca tried to gulp down her fear. Stiles followed her gaze, then grabbed her by the shoulders.

"Listen, okay? You need to just ignore that all you need to focus on here is everyone here to help. Think about... what you're going to do after you survive this."

Becca thought to herself that she wanted to go out with him, a cute and kind stranger, but she didn't say that outloud.

"hmmm...I don't know," she told him instead.

"Well that's perfect!" Parrish chimed in. "You'll have endless possibilities."

…

After a little while, only a sliver of sun remained in the sky. Scott came outside and walked over to Becca with Deaton behind him. Everyone backed away, except Becca grabbed the two closest hands and held them back. The last thing she wanted was to be alone for this. She looked up and saw Parrish and Stiles on either side of her and Scott at her back. She was kneeling on the ground now and everyone else was standing. Becca felt as if she was a balloon at the end of a birthday party, barely staying off the ground as the last traces of sunlight disappeared.

"Do you trust me?" Scott asked, terrified on the inside. He was searching for last-minute reassurance. He wouldn't be able to live with himself he killed her.

Becca didn't know why, but she did trust Scott as well as his pack. She had just met them, yet she felt a strong connection to everyone there. She nodded.

Without thinking anymore, Scott shot out his claws and swiped his hand across her throat. Becca fell forward, slipping out of Parrish's and Stiles's grasps. Her eyes closed when she hit the ground. A moment passed with no sound, no movement, not even a single breath.

"She should wake up any second if it was done right," Deaton said. But Becca still didn't move. After about 15 seconds the sheriff reached down and put his hand on her neck. There was no pulse. He looked up at Scott and Parrish and gave them a sympathetic face. Parrish just stood there not knowing what to do. He was there for her when she was born and every year after that, but there was nothing he could do for now.

Scott's heart sank into the depths of his chest. Tears swelled in his eyes. It's all my fault, was all he could think of. He reached down and placed a hand on her back.

Suddenly, Becca shot up, gasping for air at the contact with Scott, her alpha.

Everyone let out sounds of relief and Parrish pulled her into a warm hug. She released herself from Parrish and stood up. She wrapped her arms around Scott's neck and practically jumped on top of him.

"Thank you," she whispered, as her blood dripped down his shirt.