Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf

Summary: Scott gets bitten luckily he has his best friends Stiles and Allison to help him through it. A different take on Teen Wolf season one including Malia as well. Scallison and Stalia

A.N: I'm soooo sorry it took me this long to write it but I had my exams months and with my other fics I had zero time.

Enjoy

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Chapter Two: Scott, come meet your new daddy and sister

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Chris Argent drove to the crossroad and stopped as he noticed the bike there. He walked toward it and the woman sitting on it. He didn't know much about her apart from the rumors and some good word his old colleague put for her. Still, he was short on people. And if he was right he needed all the help he could get.

'Thanks for coming on such short notice.'

The woman shrugged her shoulders, 'You're paying I'm working. That's the deal.'

He nodded. He liked to keep things professional however when it came to the safety of Allison he had to be sure, 'I need you to be aware of what you will be dealing with.'

'Moody teenagers and bloodthirsty werewolves? I have a pretty good picture in my head.'

He nodded again and reached his hand 'So we can make a deal?'

'Of course.'

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He stopped. He wanted him to come and he came. He saw him. He was standing there and growling at him there was something else letting out soft cries. He looked down. Everything was red but he could see. He could see and smell and feel.

He heard her and saw her. She was on the ground and he was holding her there. Keeping her there with his gigantic paw. She was scared. He could smell it coming from her. She was terrified. She was seriously terrified.

She was so stupid. She shouldn't have come. The scent. The boy. It had his clothes. Vest… no hoodie. His hoodie. Why did he have his hoodie? It was a trick to lure her. She was so stupid. She thought it was him, the human boy and she just came to have a look. She came and he caught her.

She was crying out. In her animal language begging him to let her go but he just kept on holding her crushing her to the ground. She looked up scenting the other boy. The one which came earlier with the human boy she knew as little girl.

She tried to get his attention. Would he help her? She shouldn't have wanted it though. Everyone was for themselves. Why would he help her?

She looked up. He was different. She scented it before but now she was sure of it. He was different… just like her and yet nothing like her.

He went closer and showered submission toward his alpha. She felt like crying. If she was still human she would have. He wasn't going to help her. He was loyal. Loyal to his alpha. He was a wolf, and wolves stick with their pack, with their alpha. He wouldn't help her…

She didn't know what her captivator was going to do but she was terrified. It would be bad…

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Stiles stopped in front of Allison's house, 'Okay, home sweet home. Bummer that we couldn't find Scott though,' he said and looked at the house. Allison nodded, 'Yeah, I know. It was so not like him to just run off like that… and what was that howl?' she asked and unbuckled her seatbelt.

He nodded, 'It was super weird.'

She was ready to open the door when she stopped, 'You never told me what you were doing outside?'

Stiles sighed and shook his head, 'I thought I saw something with red eyes.' His mind wandered back to the night when Scott got attacked. Red eyes. Red eyes and terrifying breathing. That was what he remembered. It was definitely something. Something his mind tried to desperately not think of as something supernatural. It wasn't a wolf it was just something.

'Red eyes?' she raised her brows before she chuckled, 'Sorry, that's just crazy, Stiles.'

He nodded and brushed his eyes, 'I know. I just don't know where my hoodie had gone. It was right on the counter. I shouldn't have left it there.'

Allison gave him a sympathy look, 'It will turn up eventually,' he nodded not too convinced.

She leaned closer and put her chin on his shoulder with a coy smile on her face, 'Well, it will give you a reason to ask Lydia about it? Right?'

His eyes widened with realization and he looked at her like she just gave him the best gift in the world, 'Allison, you are one of a kind.'

She gave him a wide smile, 'Yup, that's me,' she sighed though, 'Can you like go back to see if Scott's okay? I know it's late but it's so not like him to not answer.'

Stiles nodded. Allison was always super worried about them. But to be absolutely honest he was worried too. Scott was the goodie goodie. Sure, there were exceptions but it was usually Stiles who got him into trouble. Just like that night. It was totally on him for getting him in the situation. Okay, what situation? He saw red eyes in the dark. That didn't mean anything. It was just some stupid illusion made by his mind.

'Yeah, I was planning on doing that anyway,' he admitted. Allison nodded and they said their goodbyes. He started the car and left. He could only hope that Scott was still at the party probably near loud music so he didn't hear his phone.

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'How the hell is this possible? They were gone,' Allison heard her mom from the kitchen talking in an angry matter. She just walked into the house with her phone constantly dialing Scott with no answer.

'I don't know.' Her dad. Her parents were the picture of a perfect couple. They didn't show much affection. Especially around her but she could see their love in other things. In the way they acted around each other, in the way they respected each other and in the way they understand each other. However, her dad was the person she was closer too. It might be a dad-daughter thing but she found herself most of the time dealing better with him than with her mom. Her mom was always someone she showed great respect for and obedience. Her father was her keeper.

'I only know what I got from the coroner. It had to one of them but the Hales are gone so it couldn't be them-'

'Not all of them. Derek-'

'What? Killed his own sister?'

Allison froze and hid behind the wall. Derek did what? She blinked and carefully listened. Over the years she had eardrop on a few weird conversations. But this was definitely the weirdest one yet. Killed?

'Well, if it wasn't us and it wasn't him then who?'

'Rivals? With the Hales gone the territory was here for the taken.'

'What about us? Who in their right mind would… Allison, are you home?' he asked.

She closed her eyes and came out of her hiding, 'Hey, I came home like you wanted. What's going on?' she asked. Her parents shared a relieved look. Her father looked at her and shook her head, 'Nothing. Did Stiles drive you?'

She nodded, 'Yeah.'

'He's heading home I hope. He and Scott.'

Allison looked from one to another. They were changing the topic. She crossed her arms. She was tempted to tell them about Scott but decided to keep it to herself at least for a while. She wanted to give him a chance to contact her or Stiles on his own.

'Yeah, all good but what is going on?'

Her father walked toward her with a calm smile, 'It's nothing for you to worry about. Why don't you go to sleep and we can talk about it tomorrow, okay?' he asked and kissed her forehead.

She shook her head, 'No, dad, if something's going on I want to know!'

'Allison!' her mother said in a warning tone. She sighed, 'What's going on?'

'Nothing, just an animal attack the other night got us worried that's all. You know we have a family history with big animals,' he said calmly. She wanted to believe him she really did but something wasn't right. Something really wasn't right. She let them think she settle down and walked to her room. She didn't know what were worst them lying so easily or think of her that she was that stupid to believe them.

She went to bed constantly checking her phone to see if Scott called or left a message. She was seriously worried.

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There was another roar running thought the woods. Derek stopped in tracks. He decoded the message instantly.

Kill.

He frowned. The alpha. He just ordered his beta to kill. He wasn't sure who but he had a few candidates. He frowned at the thought and hurried up. He needed to find him before he got out of the woods.

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Stiles parked his car at the beginning to the preserve. He so should not have been here. But he couldn't just keep Scott here all by himself. He took his phone and looked at the map. He knew every Scott's password and user name by heart. They were pretty lame and easy if you asked him but whatever. It helped a lot to use the GPS and find him.

Good thing he kept it with him. He went into the forest. He texted Allison really quickly just if anything came up. He saw a monster or whatever just a few nights ago and with the murder on the lose he wanted at least some insurance. He rolled his eyes. He knew it would be pointless that Allison knew if he got killed but you know. He felt a bit better.

The deeper he got into the woods to more he understood how much of a bed idea this was. Suddenly he heard it again. The howl. It was the most terrifying thing that made him shiver so so terribly he wished he could just go back to his car and lock himself up but he couldn't. He needed to find his best friend.

He looked at the phone. He was coming closer and his heart was beating faster with every step he took.

He suddenly felt something move next to him. He swallowed a bit and turned around. He didn't see anything. Not even with the flashlight.

Once he turned back he screamed.

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Scott was running again. He told him to run so he ran. He stayed a moment looking at the coyote though. He wondered about her and if he was going to let her go as well but he growled at him to hurry up. He gave him an order and he needed to fulfill his alpha's wishes. He needed to do as he was commended.

He left her there.

Scott stopped. He was holding her down and she was so scared. She was soaked in fear. She was nothing compare to him. She didn't stand a chance if he wanted to kill her. He wasn't sure he if was going to hurt her though.

Another roar. Loud, so loud and demanding.

Submit. Shift.

Scott was confused. It wasn't him. It couldn't be for him. He had already submitted and he was shift. It was for her. He was telling her that. He wanted her to shift… She was like him… She was a coyote like he was wolf.

He got to the ground. Everything was running wild in him. A wolf. A wolf. A wolf. He shook his head. No, no, no! Not just a wolf but a human too.

What he wanted from him. What he told him to do was-it was… it was wrong. He wanted to do it. He really did. He was his alpha and he ordered him to do it but… but...he… didn't want to do it.

He started breathing hard. Human. He was human. He thought about his mom. How she smiled at him when he made her breakfast. He thought about the others as well. He thought about the sheriff squeezing his shoulder proudly after he told him that he made first line. He thought about Stiles and how happy he was about them going to Lydia's party. He thought about Allison and how soft and nice was her heartbeat. He was a human. He didn't want to hurt them. He didn't to hurt anyone. Even more kill.

Another howl and he was back. He must do as he is told.

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Stiles put his hand against his chest, 'Jesus-Christ you-you…are you and idiot!' he shouted as he was calming down after Derek Hale gave him a heart attack. He frowned at him.

'What the fuck are you doing here?' asked the man dead seriously. Stiles frowned at him. Like hell he was telling him after this.

'Nothing. Out for a nice long walk. You know nature and all,' he told him. He didn't look amused, 'You need to leave. Now!'

He turned around and started walking away from him. Stiles watched him for a moment before he ran after him, 'Wait!'

Derek stopped and looked at him still looking serious and frowning. Man, did the guy have any other facial expression?

'I'm actually looking for a friend-'

'I know and trust me you have to leave now! It's too dangerous,' he told him.

'What do you mean you know? You know where Scott is?' he asked all the fear gone. He needed to find Scott and if Mr. Grumpy here knew something about where he was he demanded he tell him.

Derek pushed him out of the way, 'Go home, Stiles.'

Stiles blinked, 'You know my name?' He didn't remember him. Could he have seen him in the sheriff station after the fire or something? How did he know who he was?

'How come you know my name?' he asked and continued to follow him. He was Stiles Stilinski after all if he wanted answers he would have got them. He always did. He annoyed the hell out of people before he did but he did. Derek shot him a frustrated and upset look but he ignored it and walked toward him.

Derek didn't see any other choice. He grabbed him and pressed him against the nearest tree, harshly.

'Listen, here-' There was a growl near him. He turned to the side and Stiles quickly followed his gaze but couldn't see anything. Derek did though. He saw Scott in the dark staring at them fully shifted. He cursed under his breath as Scott jumped at them. Wait was he on all four?

Derek got Stiles out of the way sending him to the ground just as Scott hit him. They ended up on the ground as well, fighting. The pup was aggressive and fought without thinking. He wanted to kill him. He sighed. He didn't want to hurt him. He seriously didn't want to but if he needed to stop him he would have to-

'Scott! Stop!' shouted Stiles who got from the ground and now fully saw what was going on although he didn't understand it. Scott was…Scott was really… He-he was a werewolf.

He shook his head. This was not the time to think about that. Later, once-just-fuck just later…

He ran to them and grabbed Scott by the jacket.

'No! Stiles don't!' warned him Derek but Scott turned his attention toward the boy with his wolfish eyes. Stiles froze. Was he really going to hurt him? He looked nothing like his best friend with which he used to play lacrosse in their living room.

'Scott,' he called his name again and let go of him before he moved his hand to his shoulder. He ignored the fangs. He ignored the claws. He ignored the primal and predatory look on his face. He ignored the fury. He ignored everything about this Scott because this was nothing. As long as he was Scott this was nothing and he was still Scott.

'Scotty, it's me, Stiles,' he said swallowing hard looking straight into his friend's glowing yellow eyes. The eyes closed for a moment, tightly and after they opened up they weren't glowing anymore.

'S-stiles,' mumbled Scott and looked down at Derek who was waiting for the outcome of the situation.

He instantly let him go realizing what he was doing and stepped away from both of the guys.

'I-I-I don't-don't… I didn't mean to I-I-,' he started shaking his head. He was in shock. Stiles heart broke for him. He looked terrified. Terrified of himself, of what was happening, terrified of everything.

Stiles reached him and put before Scott could run away he hugged him so tightly he might as well squeeze the life out of him only to prove to him that he was okay, that he was going to be okay.

Scott wrapped his arms around him and held him just as tight, 'Stiles, what's happening?' he asked so desperately Stiles wanted nothing more than to hold him until he was okay again. Scott was more than his friend. Scott was his brother. They've been through everything together. He loved him like family. No one got them. No one understood them the way they did. They and Allison were three weirdoes who found each other and Stiles would be damn if he was losing Scott.

'It's okay, buddy,' he said brushing his back, 'We'll figure it out. I promise, man.'

He looked over to Derek who got off the ground. He didn't look so convinced. He ignored him as he felt Scott nodding against his shoulder.

Everything was going to be fucking okay.

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Stiles carefully tucking Scott into the bed once they came to his house. Derek was somewhere outside keeping an eye on Scott from the distance after he was sure he was calm enough but he still didn't want to take any chances.

Scott told both of them everything that happened and he could remember. It was sometimes hard but Derek was helping him fill the gaps understanding the primary instincts that he couldn't quite voice.

'So werewolves,' mumbled Scott as Stiles lied down next to him on top of the covers.

Stiles let out an exhausted chuckle, 'I can't believe it. I mean I can. I said it-I-I joked about it but still. Shit, werewolves, dude,' he looked at him and Scott smirked a bit. He also looked tired.

They heard the downstairs door and after a few moments Allison ran up the stairs toward them. She stopped in the doorway looking at the two. She felt really relieved. She didn't know what was going on. Stiles called her that he found Scott and that she needed to sneak out so she did but she didn't know why. Yet, seeing both of her boys alive and unharmed felt like a blaster on her soul. She was all tense and felt like she couldn't breathe until she knew Stiles had found him.

She sighed and walked toward them. She put off her boots and went to Scott's other side on top of the covers. They've done it before when Stiles got really sick and they came to see him. They were kids back them but Stiles was so bored and desperate that they all got into his bed and talked until Allison's mom didn't call angry that she missed her curfew. Still it was worth it. She never felt more belonging somewhere than when she lied next to them talking about why the world felt so cold sometimes.

'Can one of you please tell me what happened?' she asked after a moment of complete silence.

Scott looked at Stiles who looked at him. He could tell that even if Stiles wasn't too pleased about it if Scott decided not to tell Allison he would obey his decided. Scott looked at Allison. She was curious, tired and worried. He could scent it. He also scented how nice her shampoo was.

'I'm a werewolf.'

She blinked and looked at Stiles. She would have been expecting a burst of laugher. That was mostly what followed after Stiles tried to prank something on someone. He was terrible at not laughing during their plans.

She sat up, 'Why does it feel you're not joking?' she asked the two. They couldn't possibly be serious.

'Please tell me you're joking,' she pressed on.

Scott sighed, 'At the party…no,' he shook his head, 'Actually it started before. The hearing, the smells, the reflexes. And tonight he just-he just called him.'

'Who?'

'The alpha. At least that's what Derek called him… I can feel it. The connection. He-he made me turn or shift or whatever,' said Scott remembering the feeling like he lost himself. It felt like he lost hold over his body and someone else took it but once he thought more about it he knew that wasn't the case. It was really him just different.

'He commended me to kill and I would have,' he admitted quickly. Stiles and Allison were all he had. They understood each other. They were ultimate friends, even soulmates.

Stiles and Allison shared a quick look. Allison was still doubting the situation while Stiles was worried but tried not to judge, 'Who?'

Scott closed his eyes for a second before he sat up. He tried to remember. He remembered the sensation. The feeling of obeying under any circumcisions. The feeling stronger than anything.

'I-I don't know. I can't remember. I-I-everything is so blurry,' he suddenly opened his eyes and Allison let out a startled noise. His eyes were glowing yellow.

She covered her mouth with her hand. Scott shook his head trying to shake it away. He was shaking his head so abruptly she thought for a moment he was hurting himself so without thinking she took his hand to stop him. He blinked and looked up at her. She was looking at him the same way she always did.

He turned to Stiles but apart from concerned his friends didn't see him as something. To them he was still Scott which was more than he could possibly hope for. He let out a soft sob and leaned to Allison to press his forehead against hers. Stiles took his hand and squeezed it a bit.

They stayed like that what seem like hours. Allison told them about what she heard her parents talking and Scott told them about the coyote. He didn't remember much about her just that she was terrified which upset for some reason Stiles more than he would expect.

'I don't get it what would he want with a coyote,' said Stiles as they were once again lying in the bed. Allison raised her brows, 'I don't get anything from this story.'

Scott brushed his arm a bit, 'I feel so bad. I left her there with him,' he shook his head, 'He was hurting her. He was holding her down like that.' The words he chose made Allison shiver.

Stiles sat up, 'Can't we go find her? Maybe he let her go and she's outside somewhere hurt.'

Allison and Scott shared a look. They were all worried about the coyote although it was probably the least of their problems but the fact that Stiles was worried as well meant something. Stiles was a good person they knew him too well not to know this. But he could be cruel and mean. People often thought of him as a jerk and not without reason. What they didn't always know or realized was that he was hurt in the past, hurt by his mother's death, his father's absence. He was always joking around speaking his mind without thinking part of it thanked to the ADHD part of it his own personal skills. People didn't like him much because of it. It was easier to forget that he was like this for a reason. That his mom's death left him heartbroken or that his dad's drinking and long shifts furthered the pain. Allison and Scott knew him. They knew he could also be the most caring person who would set himself on fire just to help those he cared for. The thing was that Stiles Stilinski didn't care for someone easily. It might have been because of his dad or mom but apart from Allison and Scott there was no one he would be willing to do as much as had done for them. So him being this much concerned about the coyote… cutie. It meant something.

'Derek's outside…somewhere. I can smell him a bit,' said Scott and sat up looking at his window as if he was trying to determine Derek's exact location.

Allison looked over to Stiles again seeing how unhappy he was about it and put her hand on his shoulders getting his attention as his mind was somewhere else at the moment.

'How about we wait until morning? It's Saturday. We'll have daylight and Scott can sniff her out?' she asked slowly. She still had a hard time accepting this and mostly she waited for one of them to tell her that they were pulling her leg. But a part of her could see their tension and knew that it couldn't be that.

Stiles gave her a grateful look and nodded.

Her phone went off.

'Shit,' she said as she saw her dad appeared on the screen.

'Where are you?' asked and both boys gave her a worried look.

She sighed, 'I'm at Scott's he wasn't feeling okay after the party and we got worried with Stiles. He's mom is not ho-'

'So you're not alone. You're with Scott and Stiles? Inside a house?' he asked instantly not even giving her time to finish.

'Uh, yeah. We're all at Scott's-'

'Okay, stay there. Don't go out I'll come pick you up in the morning and don't tell mom, okay?' he asked. She frowned. Once again he sounded worried. Sure, he didn't have that much problem with her staying with the boys. They grow up together and he grilled them enough times to know they would never take advantage of her or something. Still, he sounded really worried. Not telling mom meant that he must have been the one who found out she sneaked out.

Stiles looked at Scott and nodded at the phone, 'Can you hear what they are saying?' he asked. 'I would if you stopped talking,' replied Scott.

'Okay, dad, bye. Love you,' said Allison and ended the call, 'My parents are acting super weird tonight.'

She turned to the boys.

'Weird how?' asked Scott. With everything going on it was nice to deal with someone else's problems for a moment. Even if he hated Allison having problems. They ended up talking most of the night without. Allison managed to fall asleep faster than them like always. Scott dozed off after her even if for just a little bit but Stiles stayed up. Allison's parents were hiding something and worried about something. Scott was a freaking werewolf. And he couldn't stop imagining the horrors the coyote was going through with the… with that monster.

He closed his eyes. It was almost morning but he hoped he could catch at least an hour of sleep before they would go search for cutie. For a second he had a feeling he heard her. The noise she made when he saw her but once he opened his eyes and looked over to Scott and Allison they were peacefully asleep next to him.

He frowned. They were idiots really. The way Allison blindly seeks his warm whenever she falls asleep near him. Or the way Scott always wanted the keep her close and safe.

He rolled his eyes. And don't even let him get started on the looks they gave each other. It was getting pathetic really. And every time he started the talk with either one of them he got a hush or a glare or some other colorful language. Talking about being blind for each other's feeling.

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They woke up at seven in the morning, or at least Allison and Scott did Stiles just got out of the bed and went down to open for Mr. Argent who came to pick Allison up. It was weird just like Allison described it. He asked them if they were okay and what were they doing last night. Luckily, they got their stories straight.

He didn't believe them. Stiles could read it out of his face but he didn't comment it and simply took Allison home making both boys promise that they would come for dinner soon and if one of them ever got sick at a party again to always go sleep somewhere where they had someone in the house. He also warned Scott that he would be letting his mom know about his sickness.

They waited behind the window watching and listening to make sure that he left before they ran out of the house.

'Okay, so Allison is grounded for sure,' started Stiles as he got behind the wheel, 'Do you remember where you saw cutie? Derek's around?'

Scott focused on the sounds and scents around. It was hard. Just like before he could hear things around him. He heard his neighbor, Mrs. Terrance calling her daughter about someone upcoming birthday.

He shook his head, 'I don't know-I don't think so.'

Stiles gave him a look, 'You don't think so?'

Scott sighed, 'Look man, it's hard, okay?'

Stiles just rolled his eyes and started the car after a while he apologized. He was being an ass. Like hell they even knew what they were doing. Werewolf. He still couldn't wrap his head around it. What has the world turned into? He thought about it. The body in the woods. The monster. Cutie. Scott everything was suddenly so beyond his understanding. He hated that. He hated not understanding something. Not knowing something. Not having an answer. He always read unusual facts and things partly because of the ADHD and partly because of the annoying feeling of wanting to know everything.

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She couldn't move. He brought down two trees and caught her between them as he left. She couldn't move and something was wrong. He did something to her. His claws. He cut her. She healed fast but she wasn't right now. Why wasn't she healing? And why was she so cold? And why did he make her watch? He made her watch all those things she didn't want to. He forced her to watch mom and Paige's screams as they hit the tree. He forced her to go back there, to be that little terrified girl, in the car and go through all that all over again.

Why? Why did he make her watch?

He left her there knowing she couldn't get out and felt. She kept on crying hoping that someone would hear her but she was too far. She never went to these parts of the woods. These were the parts that were dangerous usually but with him here all the predators ran to other parts or hid.

She tried the scratch the wood in hopes it would somehow worked and let her out but it was no use and her claws hurt. She stopped clawing and just stubbornly hit the wood with her soft paws.

Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid! Stupid!

It's her own fault she got caught like that. She was so angry at herself for it. She was angry at the wolf boy for leaving her. She was angry at him for hurting her, catching her and leaving her here. She was angry at the boy she knew for not coming to save her. She let out a growl and started scratching again. She didn't have time for anger. She needed to get out!

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They had to stop in front of the reserve and walk by foot to the spot. Once they were out of the inhabited zones. Scott felt much better and could easily pick out the scent from yesterday. He tried not to think too much about the fact that he actually could do such a thing and led them to the place he parted with the alpha.

They froze as they found the place. The spot looked terrible. To both of the boys' surprise they found several bullets on the ground and marks from bullet holes in the trees.

Scott turned to Stiles who looked at him confused, 'Was that-'

'No, it wasn't here last night… it must have happened after. After we left. If I wouldn't hear it Derek sure as hell would have, right?' he asked and Stiles nodded. It made sense that he would. He looked around and picked up one of the bullets. He wasn't sure but calling his dad seemed like the best option considering that he could find out what type of a gun was it.

'You think that maybe,' started Scott with a theory in his head, 'That maybe someone –some hunter or cop saw it and started shooting? There's no blood so maybe it just ran off.'

Stiles brushed the back of his neck thinking while Scott tried to analyze the scene through his new found sense, 'The alpha was here, and me, and coy-cutie. And another person-no two…a man and a woman.'

'How can you tell it was a man and a woman?' asked Stiles confused. Scott blinked just now realizing what he said, 'I don't know I just can… there is a difference. Females smell more I don't know sweetly while males are a bit more bitter.'

Stiles nodded and a bit hesitated asked, 'So no blood? At all?'

Scott shook his head, 'She was afraid and I think-I remember that she was in pain with the way he was holding her down but no blood,' he went to his knees and took a deep breath through his nose.

He stood up in a moment and turned to the east and started walking, 'They ran that way. I think he might have grabbed her though.'

Stiles blinked and instantly followed him, 'Grab? How I mean wasn't he on all four?'

Scott nodded, 'He was-maybe he put her into his mouth.'

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Allison silently went to the end of the small hall on the first floor. There was a small closet where right on top was a special place she could hear someone talking if they were in the kitchen. Luckily for her, that was exactly where her parents were right now.

'Where were you this morning?' asked her mom. She still didn't know she sneaked out which was a good thing since she would probably kill her and never let her near the boys.

'I just went to make sure Thomas and the new girl were okay after last night,' said her father and opened some door.

Allison sat down to get more comfortable, 'And?'

'They're both fine. Thomas said she's really good. We're lucky to have her especially now.'

'If she was really that good it would have been over last night before it had started,' she said bitterly.

'It's an alpha, Victoria,' Allison froze, 'You surely weren't expecting them to handle it by themselves.'

There was suddenly quiet. Her mother was probably taking deep breaths not to start a fight which was good cause Allison felt like she needed a moment herself.

Alpha.

It could only mean one thing and that was they knew. It would have been over and handle it. Kill it. She was sure of it. They wanted to kill it.

'You're right. They did well but that is no good now. It already killed the Hale girl and the way it left her. It wanted the blame to fall on us. Was it Derek?'

'We can't be sure. If it wasn't Derek he could be a great advantage. You know that.'

'And if not?'

'We kill him. It's what we do. Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent.'

Allison heart was beating so loud if Scott really was a werewolf he might hear it even across the town.

We hunt those who hunt us.

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They walked which seemed like forever until Scott suddenly stopped causing Stiles to stop as well nearly crashing into him.

'What? What's wrong?' he asked confused. Scott frowned and looked around. Something wasn't right. It seemed like the scent just disappeared. Both of them. He looked to the front. A small tank was running there. Could they have lost their scent in there? But they would have gone out?

'It's like they just vanished.'

Stiles let out an annoyed groan and walked in front of him looking feverishly around like he was hoping he would find her or she would appear like she had before. He wasn't sure why he was feeling like that but the more he thought about her being somewhere with that thing that bit Scott the more he was terrified.

'Oh god!' exclaimed Scott suddenly.

'What?' asked Stiles confused and looked at him his sudden words startling him a bit.

He walked down a bit to the tank where he picked up something from it. Stiles's eyes widened in utter surprised that he couldn't mask.

He watched as Scott stood completely up looking at the item in his hands with sudden realization, 'That's how he must have caught her,' he mumbled but Stiles heard him anyway.

Stiles swallowed and took the last remaining steps toward him. In Scott's hand he held Stiles's now dirty from the tank hoodie.

Stiles kept on watching it as he couldn't take his eyes from it for a moment before he said, 'Scott, I left the hoodie in Lydia's house.'

Scott looked up at him worried even more than before, 'He was inside Lydia's house.'

DDDDDDD

Derek felt like cursing. He had to leave the two idiots well… three idiots and go to his house. He wanted to track them as he was sure they would go looking to this coyote they kept on talking the other night. He went to scan the area before them just to be sure but just like Scott a few hours later the scent just vanished by the tank. It didn't make sense.

He went into his old house. He didn't get it what did it needed a coyote for? He bit Scott and turned him but a coyote? If he wanted leverage he should have kidnapped the pup's friend. Also what did he want? He killed Laura. Why? For territory? She came looking for answers about the fire. He pretty much knew the answers. It was the hunters but she kept on pushing it. She couldn't seem to let it go. Neither could he but she was possessed. She needed to find out exactly what happened. Now he was alone. He had no one.

He parked the car and frowned. Someone was already here. Someone's bike was outside and a woman saw on the porch.

He got out of the car and her scent hit him. It was the huntress that must have attacked the alpha.

He made sure they were alone but he still approached her carefully. He had an experience for life about trusting woman. Especially hunters.

'This is private property,' he told her as he got close. He wondered if he shouldn't just walk pass her into the house.

She stood up, 'Whoa, you're more handsome than they said.'

It took him a little self-control not to raise his brows at her. This was definitely not what he was expecting although considering his involvement with Kate Argent he should have. What was it with huntresses having hotts for werewolves?

'Okay, not much of a talker. That's okay. I don't think you know who I am. My name is Breaden and we have business to talk about.'

'Business? You and me? I don't think so,' he said instantly. He couldn't help himself. The last thing he wanted was dealing with hunters even if it meant them helping him with Laura's murder. No. Simply no way in hell.

'It's about your sister. She hired me to start working for the Argent.'

This time he couldn't help the raise his eyebrows.

The woman stood up and handed him an envelope, 'This is what I managed to find out,' she explained.

Derek looked down at the large and heavy looking envelope in her hand. There was only one thing he wanted to know.

He took it and she said, 'You should know I didn't manage to give it to her. She didn't know, Derek.'

He shot her a glare. He wasn't sure if he was grateful for his dirty secret remaining a secret till the end or not. But the fact that this woman knew didn't make it any better either.

'If you're interested I have a preposition.'

DDDDDDD

Allison sat on top of her bed. Stiles had to deal with something with his dad since he led him into a possible crime scene in the woods. She patiently waited for Scott to come through the window.

'Hey,' he said as his feet hit the floor, 'You okay?' he asked and she almost ran toward him. She wanted to hug him and burry herself in his embrace until she would woke up and everything would be normal again.

She shook her head and he walked toward her to sit on her bed. She called him and Stiles earlier and told them what she found out during her ear-dropping. He took her hand in his, 'Tell me.'

She sighed, 'I don't know. I always-no but not always but sometimes I really left like they were lying to me and hiding things. You know. I knew it wasn't just every parents' lies and stuff but this?' she shook her head.

'I still can't believe it but it all makes sense you know? The guns? The moving?' she asked and stood up. She walked toward her computer and took a bunch of papers from her desk, 'I check every town we had lived it and I found several reports of animals attack. No, suspicious animal attack,' she showed him the news articles.

Scott took them and briefly went through them, 'So it's true then they're hunters? Werewolf hunters?'

She nodded, 'I think they're like leaders or something. They spoke about Thomas and some new girl-you should have heard my mom she sounded totally like she was in charge,' she hugged herself and kneeled on her bed.

'I just can't believe it. How could they-you?' she shook her head trying not to think about it, 'Would they hurt you? You're my best friend and you did nothing wrong. It wasn't even your fault!' A tear ran down her cheek.

'Hey,' Scott put his hand on her shoulder and pulled her closer. She sighed and let herself be grabbed toward him settling down a bit as she felt presence so close. She always calmed down when he was around. He hugged her and let her hid her face into his neck.

'I'm okay. We're all okay.'

She nodded against his neck so desperate to believe him.

'I wouldn't have survived it,' she looked at him, 'If something happened to you? To Stiles?' she shook her head once more, 'I seriously wouldn't have-'

He put his hand on her cheek, 'Don't say that. We'll be fine.'

He hated seeing her like this. So defeated. So sad. So desperate. He never really saw her like that but that was maybe because there was never the occasion. Now he just knew that he hated it and that he wanted to cheer her up. He seriously was an idiot. He just found out he was a werewolf and that his best friend's parents were werewolf hunters but the only thing he could think about was making her stop worrying so much and smile.

Before she could even realize what was happening she was on her back and he tickling her. She let out a startled noise/laugh as he tickled her directly at her most ticklish spot. Traitor.

'No-no Scott! Stop!' she hissed while laughing as she tried desperately not to raise her voice too high to alert her parents. He waited until her face went complete red and her eyes were teary from the laugher. Once he stopped he watched her lying in front of him completely worked out breathing hard threatening him while still smiling.

In that very moment as he saw her so flushed from the laugher a crazy thought crossed his mind about how beautiful she looked like this and if she would look like this if they were in a different situation.

Before he could mentally scoff himself for such a terrible thought about his best friend he suddenly heard something.

Allison watched as from calmly smiling and watching her Scott went into high alert, his face dead serious. She instantly sat up looking at him with concerned as he was looking at something behind her, lost to the world around him. Something was happening.

'Scott?' asked worried and put her hand on his shoulder. He suddenly looked super confused.

'He's…saying something,' mumbled Scott as he stood up and looked at her window. She blinked following his gaze before she turned back to him, 'Who?'

'The-the alpha… he's…,' his eyes suddenly widened and he almost shouted, 'he's going to hurt cutie!'

It was a moment. Scott broke the hold Allison had on his shoulder and ran to the window.

'Scott!' she called out in a whispery yell so her parents wouldn't hear her. He didn't look back and jumped out of the room.

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Once again just like last night Scott ran through the woods looking for his alpha. Once again it was dark and cold. Once again the primary part of him was taking the wheel. Only this time it was different. This time he didn't come because the alpha called him. This time he came because he was going to hurt someone, even if it was a little coyote.

He took a bad turned and ended up right in front of a woman with a shotgun pointing at him. He froze. He understood that she was dangerous. She was the woman who attacked the alpha whose scent was still around the place it happened.

He watched him for the longest of the moment before she nodded slowly and lowered the gun a bit just as they heard others approaching them.

He gave her a grateful look which he hoped she could understand and continued to run. Everything was still red but it was easier. It was easier to focus if you had a reason to. He almost hurt Stiles last night. That was a brilliant reason to.

DDDDDDD

Another jump and he was face to face with his alpha. He froze. Once again the alpha was staring at him as he was holding down the coyote. Unlike yesterday the coyote wasn't fighting. She wasn't even moving. She wasn't even conscious.

DDDDDDD

Stiles ran down the stairs. Allison kept on texting and calling him non-stop about Scott but he didn't know what to do. Go look for him again? He wanted to but he needed to wait until his dad was out of the house and once he did and he explained/lied to him the best way he could about the bullets he was ready to go but Scott obviously beat him to it.

Scott was a werewolf. A fucking real werewolf. How the hell was that real?

Fuck Stiles, focus, you're think about it later!

He heard Scott from the other end shouting at him. He nearly had a heart attack. He opened the door only to find Scott with his coyote in his arms 'What the hell?! Who-! What-?'

Scott walked passed him, 'Stiles, shut up and get me a blanket…She's freezing.'

Stiles followed him deeper into the house and put her at his carpet. He rolled her in and started rubbing her. She was still so cold but she wasn't afraid anymore. He wasn't sure if it was such a good thing or not.

'What did he do?!' Stiles shouted and came rushing to his side and helping him.

'I don't know…I don't know, Stiles,' said Scott as they took care of the little fury animal.

'She's asleep… I think… I don't,' he mumbled.

Stiles looked at her. She was so small and defenseless lying on the ground like this. He hoped she would be okay. He seriously prayed. He went with his fingers into her fur, 'You take a good nap and wake up, okay?'

She didn't answer.

DDDDDDD

He looked around angry. The stupid pup took the coyote despite that he told him not to. He had to make sure he would get a lesson and punishment. He needed to know his place. They didn't return. The pup was probably afraid but the coyote? She should have been healed by now and come back to her den. She didn't.

Never mind, she would come back eventually and once she did she would learn her place as well. Both of them would. He had big plans for them and to make them happen he needed them to play their roles right.

DDDDDDD

Stiles was having the best time of his life. Lydia leaned closer toward him. She was wearing a really great looking blue dress. It hugged her figure too nicely. She put her hand on his jaw and… licked him?

DDDDDDD

Stiles woke up at the feeling of something wet. He blinked and realized that it was the coyote pressing her cold and wet nose seriously close to his face. He chuckled and pushed her a bit. She watched him for a second before she jumped down from the bed to the ground. He turned his head toward his chair where Scott was somehow managing to lie/sit and sleep on. The coyote walked around his room a bit sniffing whatever she could.

Stiles brushed his hair a bit and got out of the bed, 'Well, I guess you're feeling better aren't you?' he asked and the coyote walked toward him licking his hand for a moment before she started making sad noises.

'Or not?' he asked confused if she was still hurt. She made more sad noise and sniffed around.

He blinked, 'Are you hungry? Yeah, that could be it,' he thought and walked to the kitchen the little thing following him quickly behind. He turned to looked at her for a moment as he opened the refrigerator door and he couldn't help but said, 'You're super cute, you know that, cutie?' he asked her. She simply tilled her head to the side looking at him as he spoke.

He just shook his head at that, 'You probably don't understand. Of course you don't.'

He didn't know what to give her so he ultimately decided to go for meat. It's not like she would be picky or something. He took a bowl and put it in front of her. She attacked it like a savage animal. He should have known she would. Still, it was kind of disgusting but kind of fascinating the way she ate, biting off the meat and chewing it while growling a bit.

She didn't eat all of it and took the rest. She walked to the door and scratched it several times. He didn't know how she knew that was the way out but he had a general realization by now that she wasn't your ordinary coyote. She walked to his backyard and dug up a hole where she hid the rest of the meat probably for later. After that she turned to him for a moment looking something familiar to conflicted. He blinked, 'What's wrong?'

Fear. He smelled like fear. No… not fear. Words… words were problematic. Thinking was hard but finding meaning was a lot easier to find then to put a word to it. Not fear. Not fear. Worry… not something else. Concerned. Yes, yes! Concerned. Not as strong as fear but somehow still a valuable feeling. The little boy who wasn't little anymore used to be concerned about her. She remembered how he would ask her…ask her…

'M, are you okay? Please don't cry. Just please don't cry, M.'

M… He used to call her that. The others called her by her full name but he liked to call her M… and she called him S. Yes, his name was something starting with S. He started it thought. M this… M that…

That was her name. She couldn't remember but it was something that started with M. She looked down crying a bit. She forgot so many things. She didn't even realize it until she met the little boy again how many things she forgot. He made her remember a few things but not enough and not the way he should. He missed a lot of details. When her mother turned to her in the car she shouted something. Was it her name? She could hear her voice.

'Cutie, what's wrong?' he asked and took a couple of steps toward her. He kneeled in front of her and patted her again. His hands felt so nice against her fur especially when he was brushing her ears or behind her neck. She felt so pleased when he touched her there.

She looked at him still a little bit feeling down…no feeling sad. She was sad. She didn't know sad. She forgot about what it was like to be sad… Yet, now she was sad. Her father was gone, all her family was gone, no one was looking for her anymore, no one remembered her. She herself forgot her name. She forgot the name of the boy but maybe he didn't. Maybe, just maybe he remembered her name. She didn't think he could possibly tell that it was her when she was a coyote but maybe if she proved it somehow he would know.

She looked down again. She wasn't sure if he would do something about it once he knew but… god she wanted… she wanted him to know. She wanted him to look at her. Look at her and not see a coyote but a girl, and not just any girl but the little girl he used to play with and ask if she was okay. Even if just for a little while.

'Hey, cutie, it's okay. You're safe here I promise.'

She looked up at him. Safe. She sometimes had a hard time understanding the meaning behind the words as well but this one she understood. She felt that. When she woke up inside the house, the room, she should have been terrified and want to get the hell out of out there but she wasn't. In fact she felt good. She wasn't hurt anymore. She healed quickly and waking up to the familiar scent of the two boys she knew was okay… nice even. She walked a bit around until she noticed the boy smell changed and he smelled like he wanted to mate. He smelled like that a lot. She quickly got that there were no females to mate with so she just wanted to ease his discomfort a bit. He took care of her. Was he hers? She wondered about the other boy as well. He was a wolf. Wolves had packs. The other one, he was his alpha but he was…bad. She understood that word. He was really bad. He hurt her and he scared the other wolf. But the boy she knew and the girl she met the other day were also a part of the wolf boy's pack but not the other one. Could it be that there was a pack within a pack? Maybe she could be a part of the boy she knew pack but not the alpha's one. She wouldn't mind that.

The wolf boy came back for her. He saved her from his alpha. He disobeyed him for her and the boy she knew after he woke up and fed her, and fed her really well she might add was nice to her. He treated her right and nice. She really wouldn't mind being a part of his pack. Still, she was a coyote and he wasn't a coyote. He was human. Could they be in a pack?

No, she needed him to see that she wasn't just a coyote and that she used to be a girl that way he could take her into his pack. It was thrilling. She realized that coyotes didn't want to be a part of a pack. She never wanted it before either she didn't realize in a long time that lonely was something she could change if she wanted to but after she remembered that she used to be a girl it was a nice thought.

She just had to figure out a way to show him.

Stiles wondered what was going on in the coyote's head when she suddenly stood up on her back feet. He blinked, 'Whatcha doing?' he asked confused. She was the weirdest animal he ever meant. She let out something which almost sounded like a frustrated noise and got back down.

Never mind, she would think up something else.

To be continued…

A.N: Chapter Three: All pretty things starting with the letter M

'Hey, where did you get that?!'

'You can't just make a mess like that and especially not with those you could have damaged them.'

'Wait, why did you separate only these and how did you even know how to do that?'

'Do you want to know who she is…'

'She was my friend when I was a kid…but she's gone now.'