I knew as soon as I woke up that something was wrong.

I could feel a searing pain in my left forearm, I quickly pulled on a pair of shoes and a hoodie over my tank top and slipped out of my window, teleporting to where I felt the strongest signal coming from.

I heard a man and a woman talking "how long will it take" I cocked my head to the side, how long would what take? "I'd give him 48 hours" and then they drove away, moving inside one of the buildings I saw a figure sat against a wall, Derek was pulling his sleeve up groaning in pain, and I saw a blue smoke rising from the wound.

I rushed towards him "what happened? I felt your pain" he looked at me "hello witch tied to your pack standing here" he stayed looking at me "they shot me, they were hunters" I froze, "are you sure?" but now that I think about it that woman did seem to come off as a bit of a crazy bitch. I helped him up and teleported him back to his house when we stopped moving he vomited all over the floor "eww that is nasty I am so not cleaning that up" I saw that the sun was up and I checked my cell phone and it said that the time was 6 30 "I gotta go I will see you later and I will figure out what was in that bullet" he nodded at me.

I quickly got myself back in my room, throwing my hair back in a messy bun I slipped on a dress, nude tights and tan ankle boots, I grabbed my bag and a grey cardigan and left the house, picking up coffee and a muffin from a coffee shop nearby. When I drifted into school I slipped quickly into my first class with sir-lords-it-up himself, and we worked on finishing the project, he nodded at me and I sat down in my cheap plastic chair "well look at the little princess, she's all dolled up, going anywhere special? Can I come?" I laughed at the jocks attempt to flirt with me "nope not going anywhere and even if I was, I certainly wouldn't invite you, wanna know why? Because nearly all of you jocks are all the same, boring with two very small things firstly your brains, secondly your penis size" they looked stunned as I turned my head away from them. "now that was impressive" Jackson made me jump "oh hey, well I try to hide it I really do, but it is just so effortless to me" I put my hand over my heart grinning.

Time passed by quickly as we worked in silence.

I had to go get something from my locker when I saw Derek stalking down the corridor towards Jackson who was at his locker, I listened in on the conversation "where's Scott McCall?" he looked terrible "and why should I tell you" he was acting all cocky, which wasn't a good trait to have in a man "because I asked you politely, and I only do that once" Jackson scoffed "ok tough guy, how about I help you find him, if you tell me what your selling him, what is it?" he crossed his arms " is it dianabol? Hmm? HGH?" he asked leaning in "steroids" Derek said "no girl scout cookies, what the hell do you think I'm talking about oh and umm whatever it is your selling, you should probably stop sampling the merchandise, you look wrecked" he shook his head in mock sympathy.

Derek looked down and I saw a spot of blood and as I looked closer at his hand I saw blood trails on his fingers, he clenched his fist, scoffing he walked away "I'll find him myself" Jackson reached out to grab Derek by the shoulder "no we're not done here" but Derek whipped round and pushed him against the lockers, I shut my locker and walked towards them "hey let him go Derek" he pulled his hand away from Jacksons neck and I saw blood on his nails which had shifted into wolf form and he stalked away, Jackson was clutching his neck.

I grabbed his elbow "hey come with me, I have a first aid kit in my car" he looked at me "why are you helping me?" I shrugged "well you helped me with my wrist so I could maybe repay the favour by helping you with this okay?" I looked at him. "well you gonna accept my help or not" he nodded and walked with me to my car where I popped the hood open "here sit" it was my turn to push on his shoulders to get him to sit down.

I got out the rubbing alcohol and gauze and put a little on a small old wash cloth I had in the box and begin to clean the scratches off. He hissed in pain. I smacked him on the shoulder "stop being such a baby and man up you play lacrosse for gods sake you have probably had worse than this" he stared at me straight in the eyes and I swear I felt chills go up my spine but I ignored it "there all done now skoot you know Lydia will pitch a fit if she sees you with me" he laughed and walked to his car, as he left I saw a piece of paper folded up from where he was sat. It was his number and a little note. I drove home and as soon as I got into my room I read the note from him.

Hey

I don't know what Lydia did to you but I'm sorry for her

how bout you gimme a call and I can work on being nicer to people

and you can maybe see how my lacrosse skills are shaping up ;)

Jackson x

I gritted my teeth together, he had a girlfriend, yet he was flirting with me.

I saw Stiles truck on my way home so I decided to text him, and he called me "hey what was Derek doing in your truck?" I asked, he stumbled a little bit "well he got shot in the arm and is in a bucket load of pain" I grimaced as I could feel it a bit. "I'm coming to find you" I hung up and teleported to the place I knew they would be, pushing my troubles with a certain lacrosse player to the back of my mind I saw the truck, which slowed down for me and I jumped in.

Derek was groaning in the front seat "hey can you try not to bleed all over the seats ok? We're almost there" Dereks head picked up a little "almost where?" Stiles was quick to answer "your house" both me and Derek immediately started protesting about that he couldn't protect himself.

Stiles pulled over into a lay-by "what happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet? Hmm? Are you dying?" Derek sighed "not yet" I piped up "he still has more time" Stiles was starting to panic a bit "I have a last resort" Stiles by now was practically in hysterics "what do you mean a last resort?" Derek pulled up his sleeve, and I gagged at the sight "oh my god what is that?" Stiles blanched "is it contagious? You know what you should probably get out" Stiles pointed towards the door "start the car, now" Derek seemed to have a struggle forcing those words out "I don't think you should be barking orders with the way you look ok? In fact I think if I wanted to I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead"

There was an audible pause for a moment, "start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out, with my teeth" he opened his mouth showing his fangs, and showing that he could very well carry out the threat. Stiles turned back to the wheel and switched on the truck driving away as fast as the speed limit would allow.

I quickly got dark and Stiles got a phone call, I passed Derek the small pouch of herbs I had thrown together "it isn't much but it should hold it of for a few more hours" he nodded at me and pushed the herbs onto the wound "what am I supposed to do with him?" I heard Scott speaking on the other side "and by the way he's starting to smell" I put my hand on his shoulder trying to attempt to restrain him "like death" I heard Scott on the other side telling us to take him to the animal clinic "but what about your boss" I stole the phone "there a spare key behind the dumpster" I passed the phone to Derek who told him the conditions of the alpha and then hung up.

When we got to the clinic Stiles got a text saying Nordic blue monkshood, oh lord that is one of the rarest types of wolves-bane I don't know how to cure that one, grams never got that far into it with me, Derek was sat on a sack of animal food "he has to bring me the bullet" Stiles looked confused "why?" I rolled my eyes "because Stiles he is gonna die without it" the boys couldn't opened the door so I decided to use some of my abnormal strength to kick it open which worked just as well, I got my knife out of my shoe and started to help Derek discard of his shirt to get rid of the poison, as Stiles was running ahead of us opening the doors, he flicked on the switch Derek put his arm on the table "it's spreading and fast" Stiles was going on about how a bit of medicine and a good nights sleep might might make it better "stiles if this doesn't get sorted out soon he will sleep longer than just one night" Derek started to go through the cupboards looking for something "positivity isn't in you guys vocabulary is it?" he commented "if he doesn't get here with the bullet in time, last resort" he opened a drawer and pulled out something "which is?" Stiles wondered "you're gonna cut off my arm" he held up a motorized saw.

I grabbed a tourniquet from my bag and wrapped it around his bicep "what if you bleed to death?" Stiles turned white at the thought, "it'll heal if it works" I finished tying the tourniquet "I don't know if I can do this" I stopped and looked at him "says the one who can cope with vile slasher movies" I looked at him "why not?" Derek asked "because of the cutting of the flesh the sawing of the bone and especially the blood" he finished tightening the tourniquet "what? You faint at the sight of blood" he growled "no but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Derek threatened him in order to coerce him into cutting off his arm, then he started to vomit up a black liquid "ahh what the hell is that" he looked horrified "it is Dereks body trying to heals itself" I rubbed his back in a sisterly way "well it's not doing a very good job of it" Derek lifted his head "now you got to do it now"

Stiles seemed reluctant, but Derek yelled a him to do it and I held him down so it made the job cleaner and less painful. As we were about to start Scott walked in "what are you doing?" he looked horrified "oh man you just prevented a life time of nightmares" I walked up to him "did you get it" Derek and I asked at the same time. Scott fumbled around in his pocket for the bullet and he handed it to Derek who promptly fainted and the bullet rolled into a shallow drain, Stiles started to freak out at Derek wasn't waking up "I think he's dying! I think he's dead" I slapped him round the head "please don't kill me for this" Stiles prayed and promptly punched Derek in the face, which woke him up.

When we got back to the table I ran to my bag and fished out my cigarette lighter, handing it to Derek, he lit the contents of the bullet which lit up like a sparkler, he then scooped the ashy remains into his hand and pushed it into the bullet hole.

Yelling in pain he fell to the floor convulsing and shaking the wound healed, "that was awesome!" I glared at Stiles, who just had to give his input and went to help Derek up "are you ok?" Scott asked "except for the agonizing pain?" he got up with a little help from yours truly " I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health" Stiles commented which earned him a glare.

Scott started to go on about how now they saved his life that he was going to leave them alone or they would go back to the hunters "what happens if they figure out who you are Scott? Or better yet what you are? Because they won't care who you are, you will be dead before you can even try to stop them, their kind of family is bread for this,they are cruel and evil and nobody in that family ever have the privilege of getting near their hearts because Scott they don't have one!" I told him calmly before walking out, grabbing my bag and lighter.

Stiles followed me out "what was that about Meridithe?" I wiped away a traitorous tear that had escaped. I turned to look at him "you know the fire at Dereks house?" he nodded "my mother was I that fire" I paused "and it wasn't an accidental fire either, they started it, they killed my mother because of who she associated with"