Stiles POV

The referee blew the whistle and the game began. The first few moments I was lost entirely, I had no clue where the ball was, or who had it. But the ball somehow made it into my stick and I ran to the opposing teams net. I took my best shot and I scored. I heard the crowd in the distance roar to life before I got tackled to the ground by my teammates.

"Bilinski, come here!" I heard the coach yelling for me.

I was out of breath by the time I reached him. Coach gripped my shoulder with his left hand and said,

"If you keep playing like that Bilinski, we can actually win this thing. I can't believe I never let you on the field before. Have you ever played lacrosse before?"

"Only in my backyard." I replied too stunned from hearing Coach's words.

The referee blew his whistle to indicate the starting of the next round. I headed back to my position a lot more confident about playing.

Stella's POV

Stiles was amazing at lacrosse. As long as I knew, he had never before played lacrosse other than in the backyard but he scored the first goal.

The rest of the game was pretty fast paced. The entire crowd was quiet with anticipation. I could hear my heart beating. Both teams were tied. The next shot would be the winning shot. Suddenly Scott had the ball and was running and dodging players, heading towards the opponents net; he swung his shaft away from his body and with great force. The ball entered the net and everyone went wild. The timer hit its last second and it was clear that Beacon Hills High won the game.

As Scott turned his head from the net to behind him, I saw what looked like a yellow glimmer. It was as if his eyes flashed yellow for the moment. He was mobbed by his team before I had the chance to look again.

I found Scott and Stiles after looking around for what felt like hours. Stiles had a red tint to his cheeks from the cool October wind. Scott looked perfectly fine. Weird. He did not seem one bit tired or out of breath from all the running.

After the "congratulations!" and "good game" shout outs, the boys went into the locker rooms to change. I told them I would wait by their car.

The parking lot was filled with cars but Stiles' Jeep was easy to locate. As I got closer to the Jeep, something looked very wrong. The windshield on the Roadster beside it was broken in, the driver's side window was smashed in and when I finally made it to the car, the driver's seat looked shredded. The rest of the car looked perfectly fine.

Stiles' POV

I was slipping into my jeans when I got a text message.

Come out to your car right now! –Stella

Scott and I ran outside as fast as we could. I was just a few seconds behind him. The sight in front of me made me gasp.

My birthday gift was ripped into shreds, broken into little pieces. Who could have done something like this? It wasn't until I saw the driver's seat that had the spirally shred to it, did I guess who it was. The Alpha.

I could tell the gears in Scott's head had come to a similar result.

"Oh my God. Stella, are you OK?" I asked obviously concerned.

"Mmhm." She shook her head up and down obviously too distressed to say anything else.

I could see my father trying to get a closer look at the damages under the dull yellow light of the parking lot lights. He then took his cellphone out and dialled and waited. He called an officer over to help and write out a report and then proceeded to call the tow truck.

"Dude," Scott whispered to me, "that definitely looks like the alpha did that. But why is he after you?" He asked puzzled.

"What do you mean after me?" I asked bewildered.

He pointed to the driver's seat to point out to me what he meant. Only the driver's seat was shredded, the passenger seat was perfectly fine. This doesn't make sense. What does he want with me? I'm of no use to him, I make a good sidekick but that's it. Oh my God. Why is he after me?

The thoughts started running through my head. I saw my dad come over and put his hand on my shoulder.

"We'll find the person that did this." He said.

Stella's POV

By the time we got home, it was almost midnight. We dropped Scott off first and then proceeded home. Stiles was quiet the entire ride.

"We can get it fixed. Make it brand-new again." I assured him but still no response.

We reached home and went inside. We parted ways when Stiles got to his bedroom door.

"Goodnight Stiles."

"'Night Stel." He finally replied before shutting his door.

The next morning came by too fast. I was sitting at the study desk that my uncle had placed here for me six years ago. I had just gotten off the phone with the nearest Audi dealer to get the car fixed, when I saw a shadow from the corner of my eyes. Stiles' stood in the open doorway as if waiting for permission to enter.

"Why are you just standing there?" I asked somewhat puzzled.

"We need to talk Stel," was all he said before walking in to the room.

I turned fully around to look at him and saw that he wasn't alone. Scott stood behind him and a mystery man was standing beside him. He was dressed entirely in black, from his jet black hair to his shoes.

"What is it Stiles?"

"There's something you need to know." He paused as if contemplating on whether he should continue or not. He decided to go on.

Stiles' POV

I told her everything, starting right from the beginning. I told her about the night before the first day of school, how dad sent me home thinking I came alone to look for the dead body, how Scott got bit by a wolf, how the dead body turned out to be Derek's sister, Laura … I told her everything. Scott only opened his mouth to add something that I would forget and Derek was quiet during the entire process. Stella gaped at me open mouthed as I continued telling her the events that took place in the last month or so. She looked like she was half believing me and half thinking it was all a joke.

I started to tense as I got to the most current situation.

"And now …" I paused unsure of how to continue.

"Stiles, what is it? Is he after you now?" She asked. I didn't want to tell her but I didn't have a choice.

"No, Stel, he's after you. We need to get you out of here." There. I said it. I broke the bad news to her. It was decided between Derek, Scott and I that I would be the one tell her.

She tilted her head as if she were thinking, piecing the newly found information together. When she finally spoke, she stunned, from what I could see, all three of us.

"OK, so a lot of things make sense now."

"Make sense how?" I heard Scott asking.

"Like why you can run so fast and without needing your inhaler every second, why your eyes flashed a yellow when you turned and your face was hit with light last night on the field."

Scott looked dumbfounded. I think he forgot how sharp Stella was with her observations.

"But, why would he be after me? This alpha? And how do you know he's after me?" She asked obviously confused.

"We don't know, but we need to keep you safe and away from him." Derek answered the first two questions, Scott answered the next one.

"Your smell was all over the car but particularly on the driver's seat. If you noticed, the seat wasn't just shredded; it had a spiral shape torn into it. The spiral means a vendetta, he wants revenge. We're not sure why though."

"And who are you?" She asked obviously referring to Derek.

I was so lost in thought about how she was going to take this that I had forgotten to introduce him.

"Derek Hale, he's been helping with Scott's 'problem'." I said. I got a glare from Scott and I felt my shoulders move into a shrug as I mouthed 'What?'

"Scott's 'problem'?" Stella used her fingers to quote and emphasis the word problem. "Is that what you call it? Are you kidding me? You can do things no human can do and you call it a problem?" She asked stupefied.

"Look that's not the problem at hand. We need to figure out a way for you to stay out of the alpha's path so he doesn't kill you." I intervened before things got out of hand.

"Maybe you can stay with Derek or he can stay with you." Scott suggested. I glared at him and so did Derek. Stella sat in her chair amused by the suggestion.

"What? The two of us are going to be at school most of the day so there is no way for us to be here all the time and Derek doesn't have anything else to do." Scott pointed out. It only earned him another glare from Derek.

"There is one place," Derek paused as he said this. "But it would mean that you would have to stay with me." He looked inquiringly at Stella. Stella sighed but replied,

"I don't have much of a choice or say in this. Where are we going?" She got up from her chair.

"Pack your bag and meet me downstairs in 10." With that Derek walked out of the room and downstairs.

"How am I supposed to explain this to your dad?" Stella asked as she threw her clothes back into her bag.

"Don't worry about that, we'll take care of it. Just go before he changes his mind."

As she gathered her last belongings to take with her, Scott whispered,

"Well, that went better than we thought it would."