Oh my goodness. I seriously love you guys all so much! You all exploded my mailbox with the reviews, alerts and favorites! Just thank you so much! Anyways, I have read from the reviews about the twins. That idea is still something I am deciding on doing, but I'm not sure just yet. I need to see how the twins are and how their characters are portrayed before going on that direction. Thank you and enjoy chapter two!

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"Why didn't you tell me before?" Scott asked his mother, the two rushing down the busy hallway of the hospital.

"Honestly I was hoping I didn't have to," Melissa answered with a scared tone in her voice.

"What do you mean?"

She sighed, making a left turn. "Everything you've been doing: the extra reading, the summer school, saving up for the bike even though it scares me half to death…" her hands started to do some wild gestures to prove her point. "Honey, I just didn't want to disrupt a good rhythm."

Scott stood in front of his mother, making them stop their walking. His eyes faced his mother's, the same ones they share. He could see how much she was worried for him and his well being of doing good this year.

"It's not going to stop," he confidently stated. "I'm going to be better this year, better student, better son," his arms extended widen. "The better friend, the better everything. I promise."

Melissa gazed into his eyes and could clearly see the truth behind them along with his voice. She was just a mother who is figuring out the ropes on dealing with her now werewolf son, trying to see if she could keep him on track as much as possible. After the night at the police station, Melissa wasn't sure if she could accept the fact that her son, her little baby boy, was something that was told in stories or shown in movies. She wondered how long her two children kept this secret from her, and how successful the two were at it.

"Okay," she smiled. "He's in room 215 if he isn't in surgery."

"Thank you," Scott gave his mother a peck on the cheek. Before heading off, he turned around quickly. "Why did you call me and not Lucy? Doesn't she deserve to know too?"

"Isaac just mentioned you," Melissa told him. "I'm sure he didn't want to worry her."

Scott nodded as he rushed down the hallway, turning around the corner as Melissa watched from afar before walking to the office.

The classroom seemed like a war zone.

Sirens roared outside the building indicating the police have arrived along with paramedics. Lucy sat on a desk with Stiles besides him, hugging herself with her arms for comfort. She was still shaken up from the whole bird incident that happened a few moments ago.

Birds though.

Not just one or ten, but a whole army of them flocking towards their English classroom.

The sheriff entered first, his eyes widen with horror and surprise with the scene. He immediately found his son and Lucy, his feet rushing towards them. Lucy lifted her head, brushing her hair away from her face.

"Are you two okay?" Stiles' dad breathed out. He quickly examined both teenagers with a critical eye, his mouth forming a tight frown. As of right now, he wasn't a sheriff, but a concerning father. He took note of the blood trickling from both of their foreheads. The blood on Lucy's face was still in liquid form, but she could feel it drying up.

"We're fine," Stiles answered him with a hoarse voice. His hand gripped his phone, his knees bouncing quickly. "It was just a couple of birds. Nothing I could handle, dad."

Stiles' dad gave him a look.

"Yes, you sure handled yourself all right. That bloody injury on your forehead isn't something I should be worried about," he sarcastically stated. The sheriff sighed, his fingers hovering above his son's forehead. "Just what happened."

"An army of birds attacked the room," Lucy quivered. Her eyes were down as she stared only at her fingers. "They broke the glass windows and entered before just…dying in a flash."

It was then when she looked up at the sheriff with her brown eyes large. The older man could see she was terrified and was telling the truth as well. He nodded, his head scanning the area like a hawk. Turning his attention back to them, he patted both of their shoulders.

"Do you two want some medical assistance?"

"It's okay," Stiles waved off with his hand. "It's just a scratch. I endured harsh blows then this," he pointed to his injury. "I'll survive."

Lucy agreed with him and the sheriff was still hesitant, but soon left then to go on and investigate. Stiles exhaled the breath that he didn't know he held inside him, and went through his phone. Lucy did the same, trying to see if she could contact either Scott or Isaac.

Dropping her hand, Lucy turned her head to face Stiles.

"What the hell is happening, Stiles?"

The boy stopped his movements and snapped attention to his female friend.

"With all this?" He waved his finger around quickly and Lucy nodded. "Honestly, I think it's some warning."

Lucy narrowed her eyes. "How so?"

Stiles' shoulders slumped, fixing his gaze Lydia who was holding a conversation with a cop. Lucy followed to where he was staring.

"Last night, a deer crashed Lydia's car head on," he explained with a firm tone. "Lydia said that the deer's eyes were crazy and Scott said that it was scared of something. Then today, Lydia's ankle was bitten by her dog. She confessed that it was the first time her dog bit her," his eyes then moved to face Lucy. "And now this. I'm not about you, but when animals begin to act weird: they sense something coming."

Realization hit her face. "Something bad…"

"Exactly," he pointed out. Glancing at his phone quickly, Stiles decided to go comfort his English teacher. "Ms. Blake?"

Lucy turned her attention away from Stiles and focused on nothing in particular. Her fingers kept moving as they couldn't be held still; observing her legs, she noticed a few scratches from the birds, but they will soon fade away in a few days. Stiles quickly returned to his spot, and Lucy involuntary shuffled closer to him. Lucy also noticed Allison holding a private conversation with her dad, the ex-huntress face composed with stress and tiredness.

"Mr. Argent," the sheriff called out Allison's dad, advancing his way closer to him. "You wouldn't have any insight about this would you?"

"Me?" Mr. Argent's voice sounded quite surprised and taken back. He wasn't sure if the sheriff knew what he really did. Lucy observed the Allison's father, his body frozen in the spot, but still tried to maintain cool and collected.

"Yeah. It's all this bizarre animal behavior, its um," the sheriff explained. "You must have seen this before, right?"

"Not sure why I would or why you would think I would," he quickly shot back at Stiles' father to buy some time. Lucy could feel the tension rising from Mr. Argent. She could see how nervous he was as well as Allison.

"I'm sorry, I could have sworn I overheard my son talking about you being an experienced hunter," the sheriff pointed out with his a jerk of the thumb towards his son. Lucy glanced at her friend, him immediately looking at his phone as if it were the most interesting thing in the world right now. The girl simply rolled her eyes at him, but saw relief take over Mr. Argent's body.

"Ah, right," he breathed out with a small smile to ease his nervous. Allison too felt relieved as she loosen her grip of her hand. The two Argents stared at each other, before he stated at the sheriff: "Not anymore."

"Couldn't keep your mouth shut," Lucy lightly hissed at him and Stiles raised his hands in surrender.

"Hey! It sort of slipped out okay?" He defended himself.

"I'm sure the time where we went to the gay club also slipped out," she snipped back at him before texting her brother again. "Do you think you can call Scott? I keep sending him messages, but he's not answering."

"Sure," Stiles shrugged. "He needs to know about this after all…"

Meeting Derek surprised Scott for a moment.

It had been four months since he had seen the alpha werewolf as Scott considered himself not part of his pack, but an omega instead. Scott knew the risk of not having a pack, him being hunted down was an obvious one, but the teen was without a pack for a while when he first turned into a werewolf. In fact, he had his "own" pack which consisted of Stiles and his sister, Lucy. Allison was an occasional, but Scott shook his head of the mention of her name.

He needed to move on with his life.

His phone rang as he got out of Derek's car. The older werewolf carried Isaac's unconscious body in his arms with Scott following a few feet behind. Scott quickly fished out the phone, sliding the screen open and answered the call.

"Hello?"

"Scott," it was Stiles. "We've got a serious problem at school. Ms. Blake's class-"

"Can you tell me about it later?" Scott had to deal with Isaac and Derek for the moment, not sure how long he would stay in the house.

"Uh, well, I'm pretty sure this qualifies for an immediate discussion."

"All right, well," he sighed. "Meet me at Derek's."

"Derek's house?!" Stiles' voice rose into shock and Scott could hear Lucy's own voice in the background grow louder. "What the hell are you doing at-"

"Just meet us here," Scott interrupted his blabbering mouth, ending the call before Stiles could say more. Running into the ruined room, Scott scanned the area and noticed the vines and dirt surrounding the abandoning place. There was lack of sunlight coming through the windows are they were blocked by wooden planks or curtain half destroyed. The piles of dust, woods and leaves crunched under Scott's weight with each step he took, stopping just a foot away from Derek.

"You still don't live here, do you?"

Derek lifted his head up briefly to meet Scott's eyes, before tossing a branch to the side.

"No," he simply stated, tossing another plank. "County took it over, but there is something here that I need. It could help heal a wound from an alpha."

Scott confusingly stared at Isaac's body, his eyes narrowing as he looked at the healed spot on the teen. Shuffling closer to where he laid, Scott didn't understand what Derek was saying by a wound needing to be fixed.

"Yeah, but it did heal," he grunted at him, not comprehending one word still. Derek paused for a moment, glancing at Isaac as if he could see something that Scott couldn't.

"Not on the inside," he informed him, as he finally found what he was searching for. Grabbing a few wolfsbane from the hole, Scott merely watched Derek. His eyes wandered for a bit before the memories of what happened in the elevator soon flooded his mind. Scott knew he was an alpha, the man even said himself, but he wasn't sure who he was or why he was taking Isaac with him.

"Hey are you going to tell me who the hell that was back there?" Derek stared at the teen beta again with Scott explaining more. "That alpha."

Derek took in a small sigh.

"A rival pack," he informed Scott and the boy's face immediately fell with Derek noticing. "It's my problem. I know you want to help, and you did," he spoke with honesty in his voice. "I owe you one."

Scott simply stood there, letting the words from Derek's mouth process through his head.

"Now go home," he dismissed him like the wind while rising to his feet. "Go back to being a teenager."

Now those words stung Scott for a moment, his mouth forming a frown on his face. Should he follow Derek's advice and just leave? No, Scott just couldn't do that because it didn't seem right, back what can he do? He's just an omega, a lone wolf, and Isaac wasn't his pack mate. Isaac was part of Derek's pack. It was Derek's responsibility to take care of his members and Scott was merely someone to help out when asked.

Scott thought to himself for a moment, his hand reaching for his left bicep as he remembered about the tattoo that disappeared. He wondered how the tattoo that was on Derek's back managed to stay without going away.

"Hey, Derek," Scott's voice echoed into the semi-silent room. Derek stopped what he was doing, looking at him. "If you want to repay back that favor now," he stared at the alpha, his mouth forming a small smile.

"There is something you can do for me."

"What the hell is Scott doing at Derek's house?" Lucy huffed in anger, her fingernails gripping the seat. "I thought he went to the hospital!"

Stiles drove into the woods of Beacon Hills, the way to Derek's former house becoming bumpy as they grew nearer to their destination. Stiles merely shrugged, throwing quick glances at his female friend.

"Hey, ease your hand from the seat!" He complained, his right hand waving wild. "My car is not cheap, you know. No need to manhandle it with your nails, missy."

Lucy rolled her eyes, but obeyed as she didn't want Stiles to whine like a small child then he was already.

"Calm down. The claws are going away," she sarcastically said, scratching her head. She rested her cheek on the palm of her hand, staring out the window. Her eyes observed how the trees blurred passed her, the forest floor becoming one in a flash. She felt another bump coming from the car and Lucy jumped for a second.

"I wonder what's happening though," she whispered into the air. Lucy pulled her head away from the window, facing Stiles with her brown eyes dull, but scared. "As you said: something bad, but how bad is it going to be?"

Stiles sighed, his shoulders slugging. "I don't even have the answer to that, Lucy."

Lucy pinched the bridge of her nose, calming herself down from the stress building inside her. She really needed a stress release right now. Her head went up as the sight of Derek's house came into her view, her body straightening itself. Stiles cut the engine off, and the two teen quickly exited out the car and the cool air hit Lucy's legs.

Rushing up the steps, the floor beneath her creaked in a soft moan. As Stiles opened the door, they made their way in, as Stiles soon called out for his best friend.

"Scott!"

"In here!"

Lucy and Stiles followed the voice which came from the suppose living room, and Lucy halted her steps as she grabbed the damaged door frame. Her eyes noticed Derek and Scott, but it soon landed on Isaac.

Her breath hitched as her chest tightens from the scene that she saw.

"Oh my god," she croaks in hurt and pain. Rushing to Isaac's side, Lucy quickly kneels to his level, her hands cupping his face. Her fingernails brushes lightly against his skin and she felt the tears forming inside her eyes. "Isaac…what happened to him?"

Lucy lifted her head up, staring directly at Derek for an answer.

"What happened to him!"

"Lucy, calm down," Scott quickly made his way over to his sister, grabbing her shoulders to sooth her anger. The girl shuts her eyes, trying to stop the tears from falling down, before gazing at her brother with redness. "It's going to be fine. He's going to be all right."

"But what happened to him," she wailed, turning her attention back to Isaac, her eyes roaming his body for any injuries. Her hand made its way down to his chest as her palm felt a heartbeat and his chest slowly rising up and down.

"He was attacked," Derek's voice boomed, startling Lucy for a moment. The upset girl curiously stared at him, her eyes begging for more information. "It happened last night and his wounds came from an alpha. They're not there on the outside, but I need to treat him from the inside."

Lucy looked back at her unconscious boyfriend. "That's why he hasn't responded to any of my texts…"

Derek didn't say anything, but nodded towards Scott's direction. Scott quickly stood to his feet, leaving his sister alone as he followed Derek to the other side of the room with Stiles. Lucy didn't once looked up, her mind completely occupied by Isaac's well being.

She kept wondering what alpha attacked Isaac. The only alpha she knew was Derek. But who was this other alpha that made its way into her small town? Why did this alpha attacked Isaac for? Was it some sort of message it wanted to give to Derek. Like a small warning.

Lucy quietly sighed as she let her fingers slide along the werewolf's arms that were bare. She noticed that his face look quite peaceful and beautiful. A soft smile crept its way onto her face, a giggle escaping her lips. She moved her fingers upwards, her thumb caressing his cheek and high jawline. Making her way to his hairs, she smoothed some curls, brushing aside some leaves that settled inside them. Lucy then stroked his forehead as the sunlight slowly broke its way towards them.

The new light amplified every feature Isaac had.

Scott's scream destroyed the harmonious atmosphere that surrounded Lucy and Isaac. The painful shrieking caused Lucy to leave her spot and fly with a concerned look on her face; the girl froze, as she witness a blow torch burning Scott's skin with Stiles holding him back with all his strength. Her eyes were wide with horror as her brother endured the heat from the fire, but she noticed two thick, black lines forming on his bicep.

The screams continued, each growing louder that before. Scott's face transformed, his eyes glowing golden and sharp teeth being shown to no one in particular. The sweat running down his face as well as Derek's soon made its way into the air. Although the heat couldn't be felt from where Lucy stood, she began to sweat as well, a few droplets trickling down her cheek.

It soon ended with Scott passing out. Derek turned off his blow torch and Stiles slowly pulled his hands away from her brother's shoulder. Stiles' hands visibly shook and he tried to play it off cool, but the disgust and trauma was clearly written on his face.

Scott inhaled a deep breath, his chest heaving heavily. His brown eyes excitedly scanned around and Lucy hesitantly approached her brother. Stiles and Derek stood beside each other, with Lucy being in front of them. A joyful grin appeared on Scott's face as he inspected his bicep, pleased to see the tattoo.

"It worked!"

Relief soon washed across Lucy's face and Stiles threw Scott's white, long sleeved shirt at him. Quickly putting it on, Scott stood to his full height, his fingers lightly touching his brand new tattoo that proudly inked his skin.

"Well," Stiles pipped to Scott. "Looks pretty damn permanent to me."

"Kind of needed something permanent," Scott told him, pulling the sleeve down. "Everything that has happened to us, everything just happened so fast. Everything is just so…ephemeral."

"Study for the PSATs?"

"Yup."

"Nice," Stiles commented with a proud nod. He quickly spun around, eying the girl as she quietly leaned against the dirty door frame. "Lucy, you coming?"

Lucy stared over her shoulder before glancing back at Derek and him tending to Isaac. Scott also waited for an answer from his sister, but he knew that she would want to stay. The kind of passion and support she and Isaac created for each other was strong, Scott observed. Opening the door, his brown eyes met with red.

A color that wasn't there before.

"You painted the door," he called out to Derek. The alpha snapped his head up and Scott's eyes narrowed in suspicion as to why it was this way. "Why'd you paint the door?"

"Go home, Scott," was all Derek said, but Scott wasn't going to do just that. His right hand slid against the door, his fingertips feeling the roughness of it.

"Why only one side?" He questioned Derek further. Not waiting for an answer, Scott took out his claws and began to scratch the surface of it. His eyes caught the sight of a black line and this immediately fueled his curiosity. His pace picked up, becoming quicker as the red, dried paint fell down to the floor.

"Scott!" Derek warned the boy, marching his way to the werewolf. Lucy also moved closer, standing besides Stiles as the all of them watched in silence of Scott's hands move like a chef cooking in a kitchen. He soon stopped, catching his breath and Lucy's eyes slanted at the sign that was plastered on the door.

"What the hell is that?" She asked in surprised.

"The birds at school and the deer last night," Scott listed from the top of his head. "Just like the night I got trampled by the deer…" Scott's eyes soon locked Derek's as he made the connection. "I got bit by the alpha."

Lucy and Stiles stared at Derek as well, but the older man remained stoic as a stone although Lucy could see Derek growing a tad nervous.

"How many are there?" Scott growl for an answer.

Derek realized he couldn't keep the secret forever.

"A pack of them," he stated, glancing at his shoes for a moment before adding: "An alpha pack."

"An alpha pack!?" Lucy screeched towards Derek with Stiles holding the girl back from lashing out at him. Lucy fought against Stiles grip, but the boy was stronger than her. "And you decide to tell us now!"

Derek glanced at Lucy who gave him a harsh glare.

"All of them?" Stiles asked with uncertainty in his voice. "How does that even work?"

"I hear that there is some kind of a leader," he answered Stiles' question, arms folding over his chest. "He's called Deucalion."

Lucy lets the name sink into her head. She makes contact with her brother briefly before pulling away and staring at Derek again.

"We know they have Boyd and Erica," he continued on with the information he knew. "Peter, Isaac and I have been looking for them for the last four months."

"What?" Lucy steps in again with another confused face. "Isaac never told me about that. He said he was busy doing training sessions with you!"

"I told him not to say anything," Derek spoke to her directly. "I had enough problems on my shoulders, I didn't need more created."

Scott gently grabbed Lucy's arm, making sure she didn't go jump at Derek. "All right. So you find them," he approached closer to him. "How do you deal with an alpha pack?"

"With all the help I can get," Derek answered truthfully. Everyone stared at each other, a silent agreement forming above them as they are once again needed together. Lucy brushed her arms, the goose bumps forming on her arms, but it wasn't due to the cool breeze around her.

"Where is she?"

Every head snapped towards Isaac who was now awake. He held himself up with his arms supporting his balance. He slightly winced, but Isaac didn't let it show too much.

"Where's the girl?"

"What girl?" Derek demanded for an explanation and Lucy's mouth formed into a tight, straight line as well.

What girl was Isaac talking about and who was she?

Why was Isaac asking about her?

Lucy was completely lost.

All right! That's the second chapter of the first episode :D! Once again, thank you all for the reviews, alerts and favorites from all of you! I appreciate anything, so yeah ^_^! Anyways, here's the question for today:

If you can have one werewolf superability (ex: healing, super strength, etc.) what would it be and why?

That is all! Until next time…

-WhatTheCensoredXD