Hey guys! So in my last update I said I was considering writing another story, well I'm planning to post it by next Friday, but until then, I hope you enjoy this next chapter! :)

Arden's POV:

My alarm clock forgot to wake me up this morning.

"Shit!" quickly I jumped out of bed and bee-lined it to my closet, where some socially acceptable clothes other than my Star-Wars jammies that I was wearing now, were waiting for me.

I had stayed up late last night, researching anything about human, virgin sacrifices online, but nothing related to werewolves came up.

I was doing that a lot lately, any moment I got, I was sitting in front of my laptop looking for anything that could help us figure out what this monster was that was killing people.

Especially, virgins like me and Stiles.

Grabbing some jeans and a maroon crop top, I began to change as my phone rang.

I groaned, quickly answering the phone "Hello?"

"Arden!" Stiles said, and a smirk formed at my lips, hearing how hyper he sounded "Where are you?!"

"Well good morning to you too," I said, buttoning up my jeans.

I could almost hear the eye roll Stiles was giving me as he said "Yeah, yeah, good morning: Why aren't you here?"

"Considering I woke up literally two minutes ago Stiles, I can't really give you that answer."

Stiles huffed "Okay, I'm sorry, it's just things have taken a dark turn this morning."

I took a peek out the window.

"But Stiles, it's a beautiful day outside!"

I heard the familiar sound of a palm to the face.

"Arden," he said, in a frustrated voice "I'm not talking about the weather."

I stopped trying to pull my shirt over my head as I tried to focus on what he meant.

I felt my blood go cold as I asked "Another murder?"

"Yes," he said "And the same injuries as the other sacrifices."

"Where was the body found?" I asked, quickly swashing some mouthwash after.

I bet that sounded really sexy on the phone.

"At school," Stiles said, and I spit out my mouth wash "Were you drinking something?"

"What?!" I asked in disbelief, ignoring his question at the fact that someone was murdered at a facility where children should feel safe to go to?

Man what has my world come to?

"Yeah," he said, his voice sounded sympathetic and all, but its tone sounded like to me that murders happened often at Beacon High.

"I've been trying to figure out if he's a virgin or not,"

"Does he have a girlfriend?" I asked

"Yeah,"

"Then he's probably not Stiles," I said, pulling on some old converses and placed my glasses on my face.

Stiles huffed "Well, I'm going to investigate either way if it gets me out of Economics,"

In the midst of everything that was going on, I couldn't help but grin a little "Didn't study for the quiz?"

"Not one bit," Stiles admitted and I giggled.

"Well when I get there, I'll make sure to give you my study notes. Then you don't have to skip."

Stiles chuckled "You actually made study notes a for surprise quiz?"

"Hey, it's not a surprise if Bobby tells you!" I argued

"God you're such a nerd,"

"A sexy nerd," I joked, swinging my bag over my shoulder as I heard him roar in laughter.

"So, I guess I'll see you soon… Arden the sexy nerd," He said, and I let out a laugh.

"Yeah," I said, smiling like an idiot "See you soon Stiles."

I hung up as suddenly a siren went off, so loud, I thought my ears were going to explode.

"Holy Shit!" I screamed, dropping to the floor as I was too stunned to do anything other than yell "Turn that fucking thing down!"

Cora ran into my room and I knew that this wasn't just a simple malfunction seeing the look in her eyes. Immediately, I got up.

"Arden, we got to get you out of here," she said, quickly grabbing my hand and pulling me out of the room. My adrenaline started making my heart beat increase rapidly as red lights flashed everywhere and the wail of the siren sounded throughout the apartment.

"What's going on?!" I exclaimed, panicked and confused as we twisted around the spiral staircase at great speeds.

"We don't know!" Cora explained over the noise "We think someone's trying to break into the loft!" Then, she suddenly froze, and I almost crashed into her if I had not seen why she stopped.

Derek was on the floor, a steel pipe wedged into his lower back, a sight so gross, I almost blew chunks. Then, I noticed the women with tanned skin and dark features holding on the end of the pole, reminding me of some cruel-looking pet owner and their dog on a leash.

"Ah, but we didn't break into your loft." Came an older, British male voice as a big, scary guy grabbed Cora and I almost jumped in the air when I felt a hand on my shoulder.

I turned my head to see the same man who I saw on the first day of school who was talking to the other set of twins at Beacon High, standing right next to me. Shocked, I took in his slightly shaggy, light brown hair, slightly scruffy face and silver aviators before a creepy smirk appeared on his face.

I felt my blood run cold, thinking about those eyes.

"We are in your loft, and I was going to make Derek an offer, but now that I know we're not alone…" I felt the grip on my shoulder tighten "I think we can afford to keep some company around, what do you think Kali?"

Kali, which at this point was obviously the girl holding down my cousin with a metal pole, grinned "I think we can Deucalion," giving the pole a slight twist, making Derek moan in pain.

Cora growled, struggling to get out of her captors grip while felt my blood boil.

"Let us go," I hissed, "because unless you creeps want to talk about getting the fuck out of this house, then we're not interested."

Deucalion let out a dark chuckle as in a blink of an eye, his grip had adjusted from my shoulder to my neck, and what felt like a thousand tiny daggers, were poking at my skin.

"Feisty," He said, his smirk growing even bigger "and she's not even an omega-I think I'm going to enjoy this little visit a lot more than I thought."