Back with another chapter before I have to endear finals. I'll post again in a few days hopefully. Thank you for the following and favoriting.

Thank You: MJR and DevilInWhite

DevilInWhite: I swapped the twins on purpose ;) Thanks for noticing, haha.

Chapter 25

The sun rose up over the bus, the morning peering through the smudged windows. Coach ran up the stairs and stopped, looking at each of them individually. Scott sat, sunk in a seat in front of Allison and Isaac. She leaned on his shoulder, eyes half closed with exhaustion. Stiles sat in the seat behind Melanie with Lydia. Melanie sat with her legs across the seat. The cool window pressed against the headache at the back of her head. Throb. Throb. Throb.

"I don't want to know. I really don't want to know," he said, his sarcasm reverberating through each of their exhausted bodies. Melanie looked back at Scott. They shared the same tired I-don't-give-a-shit look. He yawned and shook his head.

Danny walked onto the bus and met Melanie's eyes with extreme distress. Melanie just sat there. She didn't have the energy to do much else. Danny moved her feet then sat down beside her. She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes, holding her tears back, thinking about the dreadful night. He put his arm around her shoulders and she felt instantly better about them. They didn't talk much about what happened during the blue moon. This was the sign that they'd be okay.

He pulled her tighter against his chest as the kissed intensified. Her heavy breaths mingled with his. She let out a whimper as he bit her bottom lip mid-kiss. Unknowingly, he'd laid her down at the end of the bed, nearly covering her with his body, having no intention to stop. That whimper only encouraged him. He wanted to fulfill her desires. Somewhere deep in his stomach he knew that only he could.

A scream outside stopped him. Allison.

Melanie shot up, pushing him off. She ran out of the room with agony twisting her gut. The cold night air hit her senses, cleansing the fuzziness from her mind.

Allison hit Kali across the face with her crossbow. Retaliating, Kali grabbed her by the throat and slammed her to the ground.

"Let her go," Melanie shouted, kicking her in the stomach. Kali stumbled backwards away from Allison.

"Join us Scott," Deucalion growled, watching the beta throw Ennis into Kali.

"No," came a deep, firm voice. "I think he's going to college first."

Chris held the barrel of a shotgun to Deucalion's temple. His upper lip twitched angrily. Melanie stepped behind the hunter, looping her arm with Allison's. Way to save the day; you're officially on my hot dad list, Melanie thought.

She'd never been so happy to see a hunter. He showed up at the perfect moment. The moment before they all got ripped limb from limb.

"Leave," Chris ordered.

Deucalion sighed.

"We'll be seeing you…soon."

Allison leaned on Melanie for support. Scott stood by Lydia protectively. Chris watched them leave, not lowering his weapon.

"Mr. Argent, I have never been more turned on by a guy with a gun. Your timing is impeccable," Melanie smarted off.

"You kids alright?" He looked at Allison in particular.

They all nodded.

Stars were disappearing into the lightening sky. Melanie's stomach growled. I'm so freaking hungry, she thought. They all stayed out by the bus until dawn. Chris left them after the alpha pack 'retreated'. He wasn't comfortable about it, but did so on Allison's insisting.

Isaac came over to Melanie as she opened the bus doors to get in. He opened his mouth, but she stopped him.

"Don't talk to me…" she said. Going to walk up the steps, she paused. "I'm going to act like it never happened."

"Stiles," Lydia said. "Look at his whistle."

Stiles stood as Coach walked past him.

"Hey Coach can I see your whistle?" Stiles didn't wait for permission.

Pulling it from Coach's neck, he took a closer look at it. Coach rolled his eyes and continued to count heads for a second time. Lydia snatched it from Stiles's hands and tapped it in her palm. Black dust settled in its crevices.

"Wolfsbane," she breathed.

"That's how they were controlled," Stiles said, glancing at Scott. "The darach put dust into the whistle, knowing they'd all be gathered."

"No one died though," she pointed out.

"But we have an idea of who did it," Stiles said, not taking his eyes from the trinket. "It was somebody in school."

Stiles pulled down one of the windows and threw it out.

"Stilinski!"

As the sun pulled up on the motel, the stale yellow bus pulled onto the road back toward home.

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