Teen Wolf=Not mine.

A/N- Although AU this is a warning that this chapter is loosely (extremely loose) based off of Episode 2 of Season 3. Some of the canon events are in it, but not all and not necessarily in the same order or with the same outcomes. Just be warned if you haven't seen Season 3 yet you might get a spoiler.

Frost stepped out of the elevator wondering if Derek was still mad about last night. Though last night's fight ended tamely compared to some of the rows she and Derek had four years ago, their new intimacy and the undefined nature of their relationship left her afraid she'd gone too far. Would it be too much? Would he still want to be with her?

Walking further in the loft, she glanced around for any sign of Derek. Not seeing him, she wandered in the direction of his bedroom. She missed the smell of him the last couple of nights and the feel of his arms around her. For four years, her nightmares terrorized her when she closed her eyes, but when she was with him, even her dreams knew peace.

"Derek?" If he was here, surely, as an alpha werewolf, he heard her. She walked towards the break in the brick wall to Derek's bedroom. Taking a deep breath, she moved into the room and found him drying off. Her breath hitched at the sight of him shirtless in nothing but a pair of jeans. She admired the ripple of his muscles even as her worry twisted her insides.

"Everything ok?" He asked turning around.

His question derailed her train of thought. "What?"

He walked to her lifting her face to look at him. "Your heart's pounding."

This close and she could smell him and feel the warmth radiating from him. She smiled at him sadly. "Nerves." He cocked his head to the side as he narrowed his eyes in confusion. "No one likes to eat crow before breakfast." He raised his eyebrows. "I was wrong last night." She put her hand over his heart feeling the steady beat under her palm. "You have just as much right to veto my ideas as I do yours." Drawing a puff of air into her mouth, she let it out slowly and gave him a soft smile. "I'll call Scott and tell him not to bring Allison."

"No."

"What? You mean I apologized for nothing?" He tickled her side at her sassy comment and she tried to slap his hands away. Maybe everything was going to be ok.

"Look you made a valid point that she sees things differently from us." Derek said his expression serious.

"Because she has to work harder at staying alive because she doesn't have the advantages we have," Frost reiterated her point from the night before. "But that won't matter if the two of you can't work together."

Derek caught her eyes. "You always had a talent for seeing things clearly."

Frost felt herself blush under his praise. However, her demons reminded her of the past and the times she'd failed to see the truth until too late. "Not always." She bowed her head feeling the old shame tugging at her.

"Don't do that." He forced her to look back up at him. "You're always telling me that the things that happened weren't my fault. The things that Jack did…Frost that wasn't your fault." Derek pulled her to his chest. "And I'm going to keep telling you that until you believe it."

She leaned into his chest. "Someday, maybe I'll believe you." They stood there for a few minutes just holding one another.

"You can't run from every fight like you did last night," Derek said breaking the silence. "In the past, you would have frozen a limb and then broken it off to see if it would grow back…or made an ice sword to chop one off."

She smiled at the thought. "True."

"Don't run from me, Frost," Derek said. "I've done enough for the both of us."

"I just keep waiting to wake up," she whispered, "and find that this has all been a cruel dream."

"You and me both." He said wrapping her tighter in his embrace. They stood silent for a few moments.

"I'm afraid that I'm bringing some emotional baggage with me. Are you sure you don't want to run for the hills?" Frost said.

"I may have more than you." He pulled back to see her face. "Besides your baggage doesn't frighten me. Well except for the teenage girl." Frost poked him in the gut but he just laughed at her. "And your mom."

She grinned back. "I can't help you with my mom, but we can fob Snow off on Isaac now that's he flying the white flag. Speaking of which, where's the sacrificial werewolf at?"

"School." He gave her an inquisitive look. "White flag?"

"Apparently, he asked Snow to go out on a date."

"No one saw that coming," he said and gave her a cocky grin.

"That's what I said."

"I guess great minds think alike." He released her from his embrace as she moved to look at him.

She smiled a sultry grin at him. "So if we have the whole place to ourselves and we've just made up after a big fight, does that mean there's make-up sex in my very near future?"

"Definitely," He leaned down his lips meeting hers. It took them all of five seconds to dispose of clothes and engage in some wild and amazing sex.

Looking down into his alpha red eyes after another orgasm, she smiled a lazy slow smile as her black hair tumbled around her face. "That was worth the fight," she said. He grinned his cockiest smile.

"There's something seriously wrong with this town," Stiles said as he and Scott walked into school that morning.

"I'm surprised anyone still lives here after all the murders and strange deaths."

Stiles rubbed a hand on the back of his neck. "I just can't believe it." He frowned as he looked down at his shoes. Scott put a hand on his friends shoulder. "I've known Heather since I was born. Her mom and my mom were best friends. And now, she's dead."

"I'm sorry."

"Worst part of all this. I heard Dad say they couldn't find the heart."

"Couldn't find it."

"As in someone or something took it…or ate it."

"Ate it?" Scott asked eyes wide in disbelief.

"Do you know how many supernatural creatures supposedly eat hearts?"

"No, but I have feeling you're going to tell me."

"The aswana and wakwak from the Phillipines, the gumiho from Korea."

"The what what?"

"Wakwak. There's also the goddess Ammit from Egyptian mythology. She weighed a person's heart and ate their souls if they failed the scale."

"Before or after they were dead?"

"After. Supposedly, succubae or incubi kill you with sex. Then, they eat your heart from your chest."

"Kill you with sex? How do you kill someone with sex?"

"Although that might not be a bad way to die," Stile said ignoring Scott's question. He got a goofy grin as he thought about dying from sex, but snapped out of it quickly. "Oh, and werewolves."

"Werewolves?" Scott scoffed. "I haven't eaten anyone's heart."

"Yet." Scott rolled his eyes at his friend. "And we do have an entire pack of alpha wolves in town. Maybe they got hungry and decided to, I don't know, have a little heart healthy snack." Stiles snapped at his best friend in agitation.

"It could just be some really sick person. I'm sure your dad will figure it out," Scott said as they reached their lockers. "And I am sorry about your friend."

"It was her birthday party we were headed to on Monday night when Derek called us to help find Isaac and Snow. Tell me that's not a weird."

"I'm sure it's just a coincidence."

"After everything that's happened I don't believe in coincidences."

Wearing a sea foam green chiffon dress with a black leather jacket and her black leather boots from Monday, Snow found Isaac waiting for her outside the entrance of the school. "Is that?"

"A caramel macchiato," he finished for her.

"How'd you know?" she asked taking the coffee from his hand a huge grin on her face. He took her books out of arms.

"I texted Frost." She took a sip of the coffee and let a soft moan slip out as she savored the taste of it. Isaac eyes turned golden at the sound. The full moon was tonight and just being this close to her had him on edge.

"Should I be concerned that you have my sister's number? And does Derek know you're texting her?" Snow asked as they walked through the front doors of the school arm looped through his. He laughed at her expression and she smiled at the sound.

"She stole my phone at some point after Monday night and programmed her number into it and another one labeled Start Apocalypse. She said to only call it if something happened to her and you."

"Start Apocalypse?" Snow rattled off a number and he nodded as he checked it on his phone. "Yeah, don't call that unless you want to start an apocalypse."

"Whose number is it?" Isaac asked curious.

"Our mom's."

"Should I be worried that you and your sister think calling your mom is the precursor to the apocalypse?"

"Umm…if I say yes, are you going to back out of our date?" Snow asked with a genuinely worried tone as they turned into the hall with her locker. Isaac pulled her to a stop, scanned the busy hallway, and dragged her into an empty classroom. He set their books down and turned her to face him.

"What are you doing, Isaac?" She asked.

"Snow, I asked you out, because in the last two weeks been made to feel more awkward than I have my whole life. At the same time, no one's ever fought as hard for me or just been there when I needed them like you have."

"Oh," she blushed.

"Plus, you're hot and I've seen you naked," he grinned at her. She tried to punch him in the stomach as she giggled, but he caught her wrist and pulled her closer to him.

"I have spent a ridiculous amount of non-sex related time naked in your presence," Snow said tilting her head slightly to look up at him. Her eyes twinkled as she sat her coffee on the table.

"I'm not complaining," he said smirking as he put his hands on her hips pulling her up next to him. "So going back to the original question, no, even you're creepy and cryptic comments about your mom, are not getting you out of this date." He leaned down towards her lips as her heart rate spiked.

"What do you think you are doing?" a voice interrupted them. Isaac kept his head down as he struggled to keep the wolf under control. It didn't help that it was Harris who besides being an asshole, got turned on by every hot teenage girl. "Take your teenage hormones, elsewhere, before I give you both detention."

Snow seemed to instinctively understand what was happening to him. "Mr. Harris, I am so sorry. I just can't seem to keep my hands off the poor boy." She laughed as she put their books in his arm. "He is my future baby daddy after all. Although he keeps trying to resist… but well, I'm smoking hot." During this time, she grabbed her coffee and pulled him out into the hall passed Harris.

"Tha…" he stopped himself before he finished the word. "You are smoking hot."

"And you are a quick learner, Isaac Lahey," she said with a grin as they reached her locker. He returned her books as she fished out her AP US History book and notebook from her locker.

"See you in pre-calc," he said reluctant to leave, but knowing he had to get to his locker before the bell rang. She waved bye a soft dreamy smile on her face.

Snow skipped happily into first period seeing Allison and Lydia were already there. Lydia gave her a knowing smile as she plopped into her seat.

"Spill."

"Plan Seduce Isaac has moved into phase 2," Snow told Allison and Lydia. "He asked me out on a date!"

"When did this happen?" Allison asked excited for her friend.

"Last night when we were getting his memories back," Snow explained and filled them in on the details of what happened with Isaac post ice bath. However, she kept what happened in his head to herself.

"Scott called and filled me in on what happened. Is Frost sure that she needs me? Derek can't be happy about it."

"Umm…yeah, they had a fight about it after Scott and Stiles left. Tame for them since no body parts were lost on his part." Allison raised her eyebrows at Snow's offhand comment. "Still, you should probably double check after school. She said something about apologizing to him this morning."

"Ok," Allison said. Turning the focus on Lydia, she asked, "So tell us about your 'study' session with Aiden yesterday? Still treating you like a nun?"

Lydia tilted her head to the side as she looked up and to the left. Her lips pursed and then she gave them a typical Lydia smile. "Hmm…we made progress."

Snow and Allison shared a look of confusion.

"What exactly does that mean, Lydia?" Allison asked.

"I need details, Lydia!" Snow said at her friend's enigmatic comment.

Lydia smiled as the tardy bell rang, and Finstock yelled at them to pay attention. Class passed by in a blur and neither of them had a chance to ask Lydia any more questions.

After class, she stopped to talk to FInstock to get the make-up work from playing hooky yesterday. All of that was why Michael caught up with her in the hallway alone as she walked to Pre-Calc. He slung an arm across her shoulder.

"Get off me," she snapped as she tried to duck under his arm but he clamped his hand on her shoulder. What about her obvious and flamboyant obsession with Isaac had this idiot missed? He tightened his hold on her shoulder preventing her from escaping.

"Come on, Snow, be nice." He smiled a cocky grin at her as he tried to pull her closer which she resisted by pulling the other way.

She gave him a dirty look and said, "I am." She tried again to dislodge him, but he refused to move his arm before they got to their class.

"You could give me a chance," Michael said. Snow rolled her eyes.

"You realize that I have a thing with Isaac, right?" she said. "Your chances are zero to none."

He frowned at her. Thankfully, they reached the door of pre-calc and he finally removed his arm so she could walk in ahead of him. She ignored him when he said, "When Lahey gets done with you, I don't mind sloppy seconds." She stopped dead in her tracks, however, when she felt his palm make contact with her ass. His laughter rang out as he moved down the row to his seat high fiving another boy. Snow gripped her books harder as she ground her teeth together and walked to her desk.

"I will not kill him. I will not torture him. I will not kill him. I will not torture him." Her whispered mantra was the only thing that kept her from turning around and doing something she'd enjoy far too much. By the time, she sat down in her seat across from Isaac she shook with fury.

"Snow," Stiles said desperately. "You need to do something before Isaac kills him." She snapped her head up and over to the werewolf who had his head down and his hands wrapped around his desk. The desk creaked as he tightened his hold. Reaching over she put her hands on the closet one of his and he let her pry it loose from the desk. He took a deep breath and turned to look at her when she spoke.

"I got dibbs on the killing, but I'm down if you want to beat the shit out of him first," she whispered. "But let's do it somewhere more private. Too many witnesses here." Isaac smiled at her words, but it sent a shiver down Stiles spine.

"What? No. That's not calming him down, Snow," Stiles said from behind her.

"Deal," Isaac said squeezing her hand before releasing it.

"Who said I wanted him calm?" Snow looked at the other boy in askance her face a mask of barely controlled fury. "That asshat just called me sloppy seconds and slapped my ass. He's lucky I didn't punch him in the throat before introducing his crotch to my knee," she whispered. She refused to look over to the other side of the room and focused on breathing in and out to calm herself.

Isaac, however, caught Michael's eye. He smiled darkly before the tardy bell rang and the teacher walked into the room. The other boy jerked his head to the board, but Isaac could smell his fear.

Stiles looked at his two friends, one werewolf and one fae, and groaned under his breath. "Where's Scott when I need him?"

Frost and Derek snuck into the back of the office building across from the bank. Although not completely empty, there were only a couple of floors in use and they were manned by little more than an office manger and a couple of employees. Making it to an empty floor, Derek broke the lock of an office on the street side of the building.

"Why do you think the alpha pack took Erica and Boyd? And why wait four months to come out of hiding?" Frost asked as they walked through the dim interior to the windows overlooking the bank. "I understand that they're religious fanatics who believe they are recreating the first pack, but what's their end game?"

"They want me to kill my own pack and join theirs," Derek said as he looked out the window at the abandoned bank.

"Yes, but how does this," she waved a hand at the bank, "fit in. If we can figure that out, we have an advantage."

"I don't know." Derek sighed and Frost moved closer to him. "Their leader Deucalion is smart and powerful. He's good at maneuvering alphas into positions where they have no option but to kill a member of their pack."

"And if you've killed one, it's easier to kill another." Frost finished his thought laying her head on his bicep. "Do you think Deucalion thinks he is Fenrir reborn or something? Because his name is Greek not Scandinavian. Wrong son of a demigod."

Derek didn't answer her as he scanned the outside of the old bank. It was several stories tall with a stone façade. The front doors once glass had been boarded up and chained shut although that was difficult to see due to the overhang of the stone front. Nothing seemed immediately amiss as they took in the outside of the building and the surrounding area. Frost leaned forward and looked down the street to left.

"Do you see that?" She pointed at the back of a car just barely visible around the corner of the bank and parked into the alleyway. "Is that a sheriff's car?"

Derek moved further down the row of windows and nodded as he memorized the car number from the rear. "I think we need to talk to Stiles." His tone indicated he'd rather pull out his own toenails.

"I don't know how I feel about this love-hate thing you have with that kid. I'm not sure if I should be jealous or I should put him in protective custody." Derek frowned at her as she gave him a cheeky grin walking towards him.

"You think you're funny."

"Oh, I know I am." She took one last look at the sheriff's car. "That concerns me."

Derek nodded in agreement. Seeing nothing else of interest, he said, "Let's see if we can loop around and get a view from the back." Getting to the back of the bank meant sneaking through a narrow alleyway barely big enough for a car to fit. Several garbage cans filled with rotting trash made the whole alleyway smell like sewage and covered the scent of everything else. As they got closer, Frost felt something pulling at her senses.

"That's not good," she said as they reached the back of the bank.

"What?" He pulled her into the shadow of the building behind a garbage can sniffing the air, but smelled nothing more than the stench of the alleyway.

"There's some serious energy running through here." She closed her eyes and felt it surge up through the bottom of her feet. "A lot of untapped energy."

"What do you mean?" He grabbed both of her shoulders as she swayed on her feet.

"A major ley line or telluric current. Whatever you want to call it. My mother would call this a place of power." She opened her eyes to reveal the pupils dilated to the point the blue was no longer visible. "It's a little overwhelming." The smell of her arousal hit him in the face.

"Overwhelming?" He grinned. "Is that what you call it?"

"I told you sex and magic. Magic and sex. They're very closely linked together." She grinned back at him before frowning. "But that would explain the location a little. Places like this draw events to it."

"Is that going to be a problem?"

"Not unless there's someone around to access that kind of power. And as strong and raw as this feels…Only an idiot would try… but it would amplify any magic initiated in this place even if that person didn't specifically draw on it."

"So why do I have to come?" Isaac asked as he snuck out of the school with Scott and Stiles during their study hall.

"Because you'll kill Michael if we leave you here," Scott said as they made their way to Stiles' jeep.

"No." He shook his head. "Snow's going to kill him. I'm just going to break him a little…or a lot first," Isaac said with a dangerous smile and a crack of his knuckles.

"And that's why you can't be here," Stiles said as they all got into the jeep. "In fact, I don't know if we can leave you two alone together ever again."

"That's going to get awkward," Isaac said eyes laughing at the other boy, "when we start getting naked."

"Oh my god, No, stop." Stiles said shaking his head. "I need to pour acid in my brain to burn the image out of my head."

"Can we just go? We need to find those blue prints of the bank and get back for sixth period," Scott said.

"If he touches her, while we're gone, I'm going to kill you, too, Stiles," Isaac said from the back seat as they left the parking lot.

"She's with Allison and Lydia. And Allison promised to stab him with her knives if he came near Snow again," Scott said turning to look at the other werewolf. Isaac nodded in approval and relaxed into the seat.

"Plus, Lydia's probably planning his social humiliation," Stiles added. "I wouldn't worry about killing him. He's going to wish he was dead."

"So what's the plan for getting the blue prints?" Isaac asked.

"We're going to break into the archives at the courthouse and steal them," Stiles said.

Scott nodded in agreement when Isaac raised his eyebrows. "We're going to end up in jail on a full moon." Isaac commented as the two boys in the front discussed the details of the plan. "We know how well that turns out in this town."

It took them ten minutes to get to the courthouse. Parking on a street several blocks away, the three boys made their way towards the back as Stiles explained the details of their plan to Isaac.

"I have to be the distraction, because?" Isaac asked as they snuck into the back door of the courthouse.

"Because you have that whole puppy dog thing going for you," Stiles said. Isaac raised his eyebrows at the other boy. "Or because I like Scott more. Yeah, let's go with that."

Isaac walked down the windowless corridor of the basement to the office of the county archivist. The older woman frowned at him when he walked in so he turned on a sheepish smile. "Excuse me, miss. But I think I'm lost could you help me?"

Fifteen minutes later, he waited for Scott and Stiles leaning on the jeep. The two boys came careening around the corner. "Subtle," he said shaking his head. "Well?"

Stiles waved a rolled up set of papers in his direction triumphantly. "Got 'em."

The rest of the day proved to be somewhat boring even study hall. Apparently, Scott and Stiles absconded with Isaac to help them get the blueprints to the bank and she'd been looking forward to getting him alone in the back stacks of the library. AP Biology with Mr. Harris ended and she stopped to ask him if she could make up the quiz that she missed the previous day.

"Miss Morgan, I don't see why I should make exceptions for you. You've been at this school for less than two weeks and have managed to miss three days of school. Perhaps you should transfer to a less difficult class."

For just a moment, Snow considered doing something unspeakable to him, but Frost's voice, or was it Fat Amy's, said, "Mmmm….better not," in her head.

"I think I'll be talking to my sister about this. I'm sure she'll be thrilled to find out I'm being punished for being indisposed." Snow tossed her hair over her shoulder and span on her heel. She had three minutes to make it to AP Psychology. A class with teacher she enjoyed. She gathered her things from her lab table when a girl from the next class stopped her.

"Excuse me," the girl shoved something in her face. "Is this your jacket? I found it on the floor."

"No…" Snow took a deep breath along with a scent from the fabric and her face paled. "But I know who it belongs too." She snatched the jacket from the girl and took off down the hallway looking for Allison and Lydia who were in both AP Biology and AP Psychology with her.

"Allison, Lydia!" Snow yelled as she maneuvered around people spotting her two friends standing by their lockers. "What class does Isaac have this period?"

"I don't know," Allison started.

"All of the lacrosse team has training and conditioning this period," Lydia said. "He's probably still in the locker room."

"What's going on?" Allison asked as she took in Snow's pale face.

"I think the Hulk alpha is here at school. Or part of him at least." She looked between them. "I'm really not sure, but Isaac will be. Which way is the locker room?" The two girls shoved their books back into their lockers grabbed her arms and dragged her towards the locker room. The tardy bell rang, but the girls ignored it.

A lot of noise greeted them as they reached the locker room door. "What on earth is going on in there?" Allison asked pushing the door open to see the back of a bunch of guys egging on a fight. The three girls shoved through the wall of half dressed boys to find a shirtless Isaac pulling back a fist to slam into someone's bloody face. The person remained upright solely because of the other hand Isaac had fisted in their collar.

"ISAAC!" Scott came out of the crowd opposite them and grabbed the other werewolf's arm halting the forward motion of the fist. Isaac looked at Scott for a long moment before backing off letting the boy slump to the floor. Scott let Isaac go when he knew Isaac wouldn't continue trying to kill the boy on the floor.

"Keep your hands off her," he growled before backing up as Stiles bent to make sure the bloody faced kid still drew breath. He gave a silent nod to Scott before leaving the kid on the floor for someone else to help up.

"Isaac Lahey, I find you so incredibly hot right now. Want to go have sex?" Snow's voice carried over the dispersing crowd drawing attention to the three girls in the boy's locker room. A few catcalls and shouts of encouragement in Isaac's direction silenced pretty quickly when Isaac gave them a glare as Snow moved over to him. "Snow?"

"Allison?" "Lydia?" Three boys, three different confused looks. Stiles recovered first indicating that they should move behind the back row of lockers out of view of the other boys.

"What are you doing here?" He waved his hands wildly at the boy's locker room when they were all alone.

"Snow found something," Lydia said. They all turned to look at Isaac and Snow who seemed lost in their own world staring at each other.

"Snow?" Stiles snapped when she didn't respond. "SNOW!"

"What?" She looked over at them a dazed smiley expression on her face.

"You found something." She cocked her head to the side and then, her face paled.

"Smell this," She shoved the jacket she still carried in Isaac's face. He started to say something when he grabbed her wrist and pulled it closer drawing in a deeper breath. Frowning, he lowered her hand.

"Where did you find it?" He gazed at her intently worry and anger crossing his features in equal measure.

"AP Biology." She looked over at the other group who had varying confused looks on their face as she shivered slightly. Isaac pulled her into his still shirtless chest as she continued. "I was trying to convince Stupid Ass Harris to let me take the quiz I missed yesterday so I left class after everyone else. Was about to leave when a girl from the next class asked if it was mine and shoved it in my face. I caught the smell with it so close to my nose, but I still wasn't sure since my senses aren't that much better unless I'm Cwn Annwn. I knew Isaac was the only person other than me who would know for sure. "

"What smell?" Stiles asked sharing a look with the other two humans in the group.

"One of the alphas that attacked us," Isaac said pulling the jacket from Snow's hands and tossing it to Scott to smell. "And Armani."

"Danny?" Scott said in surprise as he took a whiff of the jacket. He smelt the Armani Danny wore and under it another unfamiliar smell of a wolf.

"It can't be Danny," Lydia said flatly.

"No, but one of them got close to him. Close enough for them to leave their werewolf scent all over this jacket or him to leave his on it," Scott said eyes dark and dangerous.

The other five teenagers shared looks of concern. "I like Danny," Snow said. "Anyone hurts him and I say we go dark side of the force." There were several nods of agreement.

"Are they going to school here? And how are did you not know this before now?" Lydia asked the werewolves.

"Derek told me when we were hunting Peter last year that alpha wolves can hide their scents when they want to," Scott said. "So they smell different when they are not wolfed out."

"Interesting," Lydia said a thoughtful expression on her face. "So they could be anyone?"

"What happened to your face?" Finstock's voice came from the other side of the lockers. The teens cringed. "Never mind, get your asses out of here. You can run an extra mile for holding us up! Anyone else in here?"

None of them made a sound until the sound of Finstock's feet faded after the door closed. "We'll talk to Danny. You better get to class," Scott said. The three girls nodded and after checking for any other people in the locker room or hallway they left.

The boys tried to catch Danny alone during their forced cross country run and afterwards in the locker room but to no avail. Frustrated, they decided to try again tomorrow.

Isaac decided to catch a ride back to the loft with Snow who handed him the keys as soon as she saw him. "So the fight in the locker room with asshat? What really happened because I doubt that Scott and Stiles left you alone with him after absconding with you during study hall?"

His grip on the steering wheel tightened until his knuckles turned white. "Werewolf hearing." He didn't elaborate, but she felt a warm spot in her heart. She managed to snag one of his hands and twine her fingers in his as he drove.

"I wasn't joking about finding you incredibly hot," she said after they'd been quiet for a few minutes. She smiled at his profile. "Defending my honor and all is a major turn on." His eyes flashed over to her and he couldn't help the return the grin that spread across his face.

"Good to know."

Everyone arrived at the loft after school minus Lydia who'd opted out as being unnecessary and human. "Bad enough, you made me go traipsing through the woods, Allison. I refuse to be involved in this," she said before leaving for home.

They all thought it was for the best since Peter was there. After a few snarky comments and being told to shut up, he received plenty of nasty glances from Snow who'd been trapped by Isaac's arms to keep her from going at him and Allison who remembered him killing her admittedly psycho but beloved aunt.

The group hashed out a plan using the blue prints along with Derek and Frost's recon of the outside of the bank.

"I think it would be best if we split up and come in from the three entrances," Frost indicated the side, back, and front entrances. "We could trap them inside with us using a mountain ash barrier?" She suggested.

"Is that a good idea?" Stiles asked. "We tried that with the kanima and I had to break it so Derek could save Scott."

Allison cut him a look. "Save Scott? From what?" Derek turned a pointed look on Scott and everyone else found somewhere else to look as the huntress turned a glare on all of them except Snow who shrugged her shoulders. She wasn't sure what had happened. "Scott?"

"Umm…can we talk alone for a minute?" Scott said nervously. She nodded and followed him out of the loft. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

"So what was that about?" Snow asked. Stiles explained to her what had happened. "Well, I knew there had to be a good reason for Wanna-be to bite someone who didn't want to be a wolf." She nodded satisfied.

The group continued to plot ignoring the subdued Scott and the saddened Allison when they returned about ten minutes later. Well, everyone except Peter. "Are we back to Scallison yet? Or you two still circling each other?"

Everyone rolled their eyes and snapped, "Shut up!"

After much discussion the group decided to split up into teams of two to enter the bank- Derek & Isaac, Frost & Scott, and Snow & Allison. Stiles would ring the outside of the bank with a barrier just in case Boyd and Erica, or whomever, were out of control on the full moon and tried to escape. And Peter would be his back up in case the alphas got close.

Frost insisted they all stay in communication via text once in the bank so numbers were exchanged. Stiles and Scott had spoken to Deaton about the mountain ash and were going to pick it up before meeting them close to the bank.

"Stiles, wait a minute," Frost said before he left the loft. "We saw something you might be able to help us with."

Stiles looked at her curiously. "What?"

"There was a sheriff's car at the bank, Stiles." Derek shared with him the car number. "Can you find out who drives it?"

"Yeah, they usually keep that stuff on file at the station. You want me to do this before." He looked between the two of them a look of concern on his face. Frost looked to Derek.

"No, it can wait. We need to get them out before the moon rises."

A/N 2: Sorry Sorry Sorry about the delay. My three cousins came and stayed with me for a week and then I took them to visit some of our extended family. A long chapter to make up for it and the bank assault storyboarded out for the next chapter.

Please be darlings and tell me what you think!