Author's notes- Chapter 2! I hate to say it, but I haven't seen all of the episodes of the first season of Teen Wolf. My friend introduced it to me on the second to last episode, so some info I might be a little iffy on. But I've watched seasons 2 to 3B religiously :D. I'm using the episodes on youtube as reference when I write my chapters, so I'll be able to watch it then. But, for now, enjoy the new chapter!

Chapter Two:

Damn Wolves

"Shit," I cursed under my breath. My shift at the hardware store had just ended a few minutes ago, but I was now faced with the task of getting to my car without getting completely drenched by the rain that had started. Throwing my sweatshirt hood over my head, I ran out to the parking lot, groaning as my sneakers and halfway up my shins suffered the brunt of the puddles.

I hadn't even opened my door before my phone started ringing. A Thousand Years was partially drowned out by the rain hammering on the hood of my car.

"Hello?"

"Nat? Can you come pick me up?"

God, I despised that nickname.

"Yeah, where are you."

"Work?"

"Scott, it's an hour after your shift ended, what are you still doing there?" I asked him as I started the car.

"Well... you know Allison Argent, right? Well, she came to the vets with a dog in the back of her car. She was freaking out because she accidently hit it, but I was able to put a splint on its leg."

"So did you kiss her yet?"

A huge amount of stuttering came before he finally answered, "What? Kissed who?"

"The dog who you saved from amputation."

"Are you serious?"

"No, dumbass. Allison," I scoffed.

"Oh... no."

I smirked to myself. It was only the first day back from school and I could already tell how my brother felt about this girl. Maybe she would be able to take his mind off of all of the weird things that was going on since he got bitten.

Something out of the corner of my eye made me stop the car. A tall man stood at the edge of the parking lot with his back toward my car. He was looking off toward the woods in a strange manner.

"Excuse me, sir. Are you lost?" I called out.

At first I thought he hadn't heard me because he didn't turn around. I was about to drive off when he turned around slowly.

He had pale complexion with a mop of messy brown hair that was a few shades darker than mine. His eyes were a dark brown that almost looked like they were black. His face was so skinny that I could see the jutting out cheek bones and the hollowed cheeks. He remained stoic as he turned around. When his eyes locked with mine, his thin lips pulled back into a demonic smile, his teeth stained yellow and pointed. But what really turned my blood to ice was when his black irises shifted into a dark purple.

I wasn't sure how long I sat there. The next thing I knew I was slamming the gas pedal down to the ground and screeching out of the parking lot. When I was on the main road, I realized that my heart was beating so fast it felt like it was going to break through my ribcage. I tried my best to control my breathing while at the same time trying to keep my attention on the road. I watched in the mirror as the purple in my own eyes slowly faded away to dark blue.

That man was a werewolf. However, his eyes hadn't changed to a gold color like normal wolves. He was like me. And what was even scarier was I had the feeling that I had seen him somewhere before.

I was still thinking about the purple-eyed werewolf as I drove to Lydia's party a few days later. I would have rather jump off a cliff than show up to the Martin residence, but once again my "older sister supporting her little brother" feelings had gotten the better of me. Scott had just made first line of the lacrosse team and there was a party being held after the tryouts. Allison had agreed to go to the party with him on a date, so I really didn't know why I needed to be there. Apparently since I "hadn't had a boyfriend since eighth grade" and "haven't really been to any popular kids parties" -Scott's words, not mine- I should come and meet someone.

So that's why I was currently in the passenger's seat of Stiles' Jeep while he followed Scott and Allison to Lydia's house. Nothing much was said between the two of us which made the car ride kind of awkward. It had only been a few hours ago before the party before Stiles had invited me over to his house.

I walked up the stairs of the Stilinski household after being let in by the sheriff. He told me that Stiles was waiting for me up in his room. I knocked on his door, which was followed by the sound of scambling.

"Come in," he told me when he finally opened the door. I walked into the room noticing the stacks of books and papers scattered about. "This can't be good," I thought to myself.

"I've been up all night reading books, websites, anything I can find," Stiles explained while sitting back down at his computer.

"How much Aderol have you had today?" I asked him sarcastically. I was sometimes jealous that my friend's ADHD helped to keep him up all night if he was doing something important. Even a dozen cups of coffee couldn't even make me do that.

"A lot. But that doesn't matter, just listen," Stiles replied and quickly changed the subject. He turned around in his chair and opened up his laptop.

"If this is about the body, did they find out who did it?" I asked as I set down my purse and sat down on his bed.

"No, my dad's still questioning people, even Derek Hale."

"That guy Scott and I ran into in the woods?"

"Yeah, yeah, but that's not it!" Stiles exclaimed.

I laughed a little at how hyper he was being. "Then what's your point?"

"Remember that joke you told to Scott the other day? About him having lycanthropy? It's not a joke anymore," he explained, sounding a little breathless.

I mentally kicked myself. I knew that the joke would probably role off of Scott, but Stiles was more observant than my brother. I should have known better than to tell that joke in the first place.

"Stiles, there's no such thing as werewolves," I said trying to dismiss the idea completely.

"Do you know why a wolf howls?"

Raising an eyebrow at the random question I replied, "It's a signal. When a wolf is alone it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack."

"Exactly! Scott said he heard a wolf howl! If he heard that, there could be a bunch more, maybe a whole pack of them!"

Not wanting to hear anymore, I stood up from the bed and picked up my purse. "Are you seriously wasting my time with this, Stiles? I still have to get ready for this stupid party that you and Scott talked me into going to."

"Natalie, you saw him playing goalie the first day of tryouts. You were right. It was amazing that he was that good at lacrosse even when he sucked at it a few days prior. Not only was it amazing, but it was impossible!"

"Okay, so it was beginner's luck," I mumbled as I began walking toward the bedroom door. Stiles swooped over and snatched my purse out of my hand. "Stiles, give me my purse back!"

"Nat, his speed, his reflexes? People can't just do that overnight!" he pushed further while at the same time keeping my purse out of reach.

I could feel my irritation growing. "Stiles, you need to drop this."

"I'm just trying to help," Stiles said after a few moments of silence. A hurt look came over his face.

I sighed. "I know you are. But we have to think rationally. If you went around telling people that werewolves were real they would think that you were crazy! Not to mention if you told Scott this, he would probably be mad too."

"Why?"

"He just made the lacrosse team, the girl he has a crush on said yes to going out with him. You do the math," I managed to grab my purse back while I was talking. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go get ready for the party."

"Natalie, Scott can't go to that party tonight!"

"Why, Stiles? What "werewolf curse" could possibly restrict him from going to a simple party?"

"It's the full moon tonight, duh! His bloodlust is going to be at his peak!"

He got me there. I tried once more to make him drop the subject. "Stiles, I think the medication has gone to your head, because you sound freaking ridiculous!"

The next thing I knew Stiles had once again grabbed my purse and was now going through it to find my phone. "I'm calling Scott right now and telling him to cancel his date with Allison."

"GIVE ME MY GODDAMN PURSE!"

I grabbed Stiles by the front of his shirt and slammed him against the wall causing him to drop my purse. I was breathing heavily as the urge to rip his throat out suddenly went through my mind. But one look at my friend's startled expression made it dawn on me what I had just done. I quickly turned and knocked his computer chair halfway across the room with my hand. Luckily that relieved my urge to hit something.

I slowly looked back at Stiles and realized that my fist was still holding the front of his shirt. I quickly let go and took a few steps away from him. My heart was only now starting to slow down slightly.

"Natalie Are you-"

"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry, Stiles," I picked up my purse and ran out of the house as fast as I could.

The moon had to be affecting me. I had taught myself to not lose control when the full moon first started to affect me when I was younger. I would use the thought of Scott and Mom as an anchor, and that would help keep me calm. But trying to fight off the pull of the full moon would sometimes leave me sick. It was worth it to keep my family protected.

I was brought out of my thoughts when Stiles parked his Jeep. Lydia's house was already swarming with people. The music's bass was pounding so loud that we could feel the vibrations through the car. A small wave of nausea past over me, but I forced it down.

Stiles looked over and must have noticed my discomfort. "Uhm... are you ok?"

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"Listen, Natalie. I'm really sorry about earlier. I didn't mean to make you angry." his guilty eyes melted away what was let of my anger toward him.

"No, I'm sorry Stiles. I've just been under a lot of stress lately with school and work and it just caught up to me. You were just trying to help, and I shouldn't have taken it out on you."

A big smile spread over his face as he breathed an exaggerated sigh of relief. "I knew you couldn't stay mad at me!"

I pushed his arm playfully. "You little bastard! Tricking me with those puppy eyes!"

Our banter was interrupted with a knock on my window from Scott. Allison stood behind him holding his hand.

"Are you guys going to chat in here all night?" he teased. His face shown with happiness and excitement. There was no trace of discomfort like I was feeling right now. Not yet at least.

We hadn't even stepped over the threshold of the Martin house before someone walked up to us and put red solo cups filled with alcohol in our hands.

"I didn't know there was drinking here," Allison said looking a little worried.

"Of course they're is," replied Lydia who sauntered up to us. "Where's the fun in a party without alcohol?"

Not wanting to be near her, I turned to Stiles to ask him if he wanted to go out to the backyard, but he was immediately drooling over Lydia. Scott and Allison had gone off somewhere, which now left me all alone. Sighing, I stepped out into the cool night air. People were dancing by the pool and drinking gargantuan amounts of liquor. Not to mention the people making out and feeling each other up in the corners.

I had hoped that getting some air might settle my stomach, but exposure to the outside only made me feel worse. I knew that this was a bad idea to come tonight.

I stood over by the pool with my cup still full and watched everyone dancing. My eyes scanned the unfamiliar faces until they came to a rest on a figure standing at the bonfire. Derek Hale.

I rubbed my eyes. The moon was probably giving me some hallucinations. Why would Hale be at a teen party? His presence was confirmed when someone's Rottweiler behind him started barking from behind the closed gate. He turned his head to stare at it for a few seconds, but then turned his head back and refocused his attention on me.

All of a sudden, someone crashed into me from behind and almost sent me flying into the pool. A strong hand grabbed mine before a yell had even left my lips and pulled me away from the water.

"Are you alright? I'm sorry about my friend, he gets a little too crazy when it comes to drinking."

I turned my head and looked up into a pair of deep, golden brown eyes. They belonged to a tall, handsome guy with dark blonde hair and a sweet smile. He was wearing a gray T-shirt and dark jeans. His shirt exposed his arms, which were a little on the skinny side, but had a good amount of muscle to show off.

"Oh! Don't worry about it. I should have been paying better attention," I stammered when I realized that I had been staring. My eyes went back to the bonfire. Derek was gone. Like he had vanished into the air.

"I'm Anthony, by the way," the blonde introduced holding out his hand. "But, everyone just calls me Tony."

He was so polite. Impressed, I took his hand and shook it. "Natalie McCaull."

His eyes widened slightly. "Wait, McCaull? Are you related to Scott?"

"Yeah, he's my younger brother."

"I just made first line with him at tryouts today. He's amazing at lacrosse. I've never seen anyone move like he does."

"Wish I could say the same," I thought to myself. We continued to talk until the DJ announced that he wanted to see everyone outside "partying their asses off."

Tony turned to me with a little sheepish smile that made him look absolutely adorable. "I know that we just met and everything, but, would you like to dance?"

I nodded with a smile and took his hand, hoping that I didn't look too much like an idiot. He led me through the crowd and into the middle as the DJ started playing "Can't Hold Us" by Macklemore.* Scott and Allison were dancing with each other close by. When my brother saw me dancing with Tony, he grinned and gave me a thumbs up over Allison's shoulder. I stuck my tounge out teasingly.

As the night went on, I was actually having a lot of fun with Tony. He was extremely funny and charismatic. Not to mention how friendly he was, which was rare to find in a guy his age. My mind started to drift away from the fact it was the full moon and I just let myself get lost in the music and fun.

That's when the sound of racing heartbeat met my ears. I stopped dancing and pinpointed to where the sound was coming from. When I found out where, it was the last thing that I wanted to deal with.

Scott was moving away from Allison and looking like he was in pain. The brunette asked him if he was okay a couple of times, but he responded with "I'll be right back." and started to move back into the house.

Forgetting that Tony was there I pushed through the crowd and followed my brother inside. I spotted him with Stiles and walked over.

"Scott, are you feeling okay?" I asked. His breathing had become more heavy and his heart rate was starting to pick up. "Please God, don't make him transform. Don't do this to him," I thought.

Scott broke away from us and ran out of the house stumbling as he went.

"Stiles, you need to take me home."

"What? Why?"

"I need to go after Scott. You need to take me home. Right now."

Hearing the seriousness in my voice, Stiles nodded and led me outside. Scott was getting into his car and driving away from the house.

"Natalie! Hey, Natalie!"

I turned my head to see Tony coming down the stairs after us. A look of confusion was on his face.

"Are you leaving? Did I do something wrong?"

"Oh my God, Tony. I'm so sorry. You see, Scott kind of has an issue with asthma, and he's always forgetting his inhaler. I think he might be having an asthma attack, so he headed home so he wouldn't make a scene." I lied while I mentally kicked myself.

"Is there anything I can do? Is he going to be okay?"

"I just need to go home and make sure he's okay. I'm really sorry about leaving you out there, but I really need to go."

"Yeah, no problem," Stiles beeped his horn twice. "It was nice meeting you!" he called as I headed toward the Jeep.

"Nice meeting you too," I answered before getting in the car. Five minutes later we arrived at my house. I practically sprang out of the car and yelled a quick thank you to Stiles before running inside. I leapt up the stairs and pounded on Scott's door.

"Scott! It's me, are you ok?"

A groan came from the other side of the door. "Nat, go away. Please."

"I can help you. Please just let me in."

After a few seconds, the door opened a little. My brother stood there soaking wet, but not budging.

"Scott, let me in!"

"No! Natalie, I know why I'm like this."

"Scott, just let me in and I can help you with-"

"It was Derek Hale! He's the one who bit me, he's the one who killed the girl in the woods!"

"Scott... Stiles said that he saw Derek driving Allison home from the party..."

The words hadn't even left my mouth when Scott slammed the door shut. Realizing he had locked the door, I backed up against the wall. Summoning up the werewolf strength I had, I ran forward and slammed the side of my body against the door. The lock broke and I tumbled into my brother's room.

"SCOTT!"

I saw the open window, ran over, and looked out. Scott had landed on the ground below. Only now, he had completely transformed. He threw his head back and roared furiously at the moon before taking off down the street.

"Damn wolves!" I yelled as I climbed out the window. I jumped off the roof and landed on all fours before taking off after my brother. Luckily, he wasn't the only one with werewolf speed.

My brother led me into the Beacon Hills Reserve. The exact same place where he and Stiles went to find the body, and where Scott and I had run into Derek. I watched as he jumped onto the roof of a black Camero, look inside, and then continue on running.

"Scott, stop!"

He skidded to a stop and whipped his head around, growling as he did so. The face that I was looking at was completely different from the Scott I knew. The moon must have been messing with his mind because he started to stalk toward me with his lips drawn back and fangs glistening.

I felt my own teeth grow sharp, and this time I let them. I wasn't going to be threatened by some baby wolf, even if he was my brother. I growled back, which luckily made him back off a little. I suddenly heard a branch break behind me. I turned my head just as Derek Hale knocked me to the ground and tackled Scott.

I sprang back to my feet, a bit shaken, but unharmed. I saw Derek holding my brother up against a tree. I launched myself at him, but the older werewolf stiff armed me keeping me just out of reach.

"Let go of him!" I yelled. Derek turned his gaze to me. His eyes filled with shock as they locked with mine. I raised an eyebrow. Why was he looking at me like that?

"Sh!" he hissed. We fell silent as he listened. I pricked my ears. I could hear it too. Footsteps.

"Run!" Derek released both of us and started running. An arrow whizzed by my neck missing me, but pierced Scott's arm and pinned him to the tree. He let out a roar of pain as I sprinted to get away. I crouched down a few feet away in the shadows. That's when I saw three hunters carrying crossbows emerge from the trees.

"You're a one of us."

I jumped and held back a yelp as Derek was now crouching next to me. He looked over at me and then back to Scott. "Do you want to help your brother?"

I nodded.

"When I tell you to, run up and break the arrow pinning his arm. Then run as fast as you can. Don't look back."

I wanted to protest. I wanted to ask why I should trust him. But my words died in my throat when he looked at me with those piercing green eyes for confirmation. I nodded again and prepared myself to run.

"Now!"

We both took off at the same time. Derek got behind one of the hunters and threw him back about 10 feet. This distracted the other two long enough for me to run up to Scott and break the arrow.

"Run!" I told him and we took off.

I wasn't sure how long we had been running for. But after awhile, Scott collapsed against a tree gasping for breath. I wasn't as winded, but on the other hand, I had never run that fast before.

I was surprised when Derek came out of the shadows looking over his shoulder. I didn't think that he could take on three hunters.

"Who were they?" Scott asked.

"Hunters. They've been after us for centuries," Derek replied while still keeping a look out.

"Us?! You mean you! You're the one who did this to me!" Scott screamed at him.

Derek looked a little put off by my brother's outburst, but his expression switched back a second later. "Is it that horrible, Scott? That you can hear, see, and smell more clearly than any human being? You and your sister have been blessed with a gift!"

Scott and I both froze. My brother slowly looked over to me.

"You haven't told him?" Derek asked me. I stared at the ground with my eyes close before fixing the older werewolf with a glare that made him raise an eyebrow.

"What is he talking about, Natalie?"

I gritted my teeth and sighed before turning my head to Scott. "I'm sorry. I was trying to protect you."

Post notes- *Yes, I know that the song wasn't "Can't Hold Us", but that's such a good song to dance to.

Soo, did you guys like this chapter? How did you like Tony? Yes, he will be an ongoing character in this story. Giving Derek a little competition, huh? Anyway, Review and I'll see you in the next chapter!