Dad was currently speeding his way around an industrial site looking for Derek. We were actually meant to be getting some food for dinner, a late dinner. I latched onto my seatbelt tightly.

"Repeat, suspect is on foot. We're in pursuit, heading northwest," I heard Sheriff Stilinski say over the police scanner.

"He's on foot. Just ran into the Iron Works," Dad spoke into the walkie-talkie.

"Wait, wait. Did you say on foot?" Kate asked.

"Yeah, into the Iron Works."

"Running?"

"Yes, running!" Dad barked, then he hung up.

He park his car somewhere safe and got out of it with his gun. I chose to stay in there and not get in the way.

It's dead silent for a few minutes until I hear gun shots and saw a flash of light. A few seconds later, Dad came running back to his car.

"What happened?" I asked.

"I lost him," he said, a little out of breath. I nodded. At least he wasn't dead.

Early in the morning, I got up and walked into the woods to meet Cassie. I promised her I would help her control herself.

"So what did you tell your parents?" She asked. We were wearing tank tops and Capri pants.

"That I was training," I shrugged, "Anger is the trigger to shifting. So think about something that makes you really angry."

"What if I hurt you?" She asked, frowning.

"I can protect myself," I reassured her, "and I promise you I will not let anyone hurt you."

"Okay," Cassie nodded. She closed here eyes and we stood there for a few minutes and nothing happened. She sighed. "It's not working. I tried thinking about anything that would make me angry, but...I don't know."

I rubbed my forehead.

"Are there other werewolves in town?" She asked.

"Yeah, there's three others besides you," I responded, "Scott McCall–he's a beta, Derek Hale–also a beta and then there's the alpha, but we have no idea who that is."

Within an hour, I helped Cassie shift. She found something that made her turn. Her dad.

Lunch time arrived and I was completely starving. I put down the tray and sat next to Ashley. Cassie and Natalie sat opposite us and Ben and Jeremy sat at the end of the table.

I took a big sip of my bottled water as Ben was talking about lacrosse. God knows I love him, but I was getting tired of hearing about that sport, at least football was interesting or maybe it was just the muscly hot guys.

...yeah it probably was that.

A cracking sound broke me out of my trance. I glanced to my right and saw Scott looking very angry with a broken lunch tray. Okay... Then I saw Cassie get up and leave, with me quickly following. I found her sitting under the bleaches crying. I sat down next to her.

"What's wrong?" I asked, worried.

"I don't know. I was thinking, then I got angrier and angrier by minute. I thought I was going to shift," she explained. "Why did this happen to me?"

"I don't know. I promise you we will find out who did this."

Once school finished, Stiles came up with an idea to trace a text that was sent to Allison and her friends on the night they were attacked.

"Why is she here?" He asked, opening his front door.

"I was bitten by the alpha on the full moon, I want to help out," Cassie answered. I nodded.

"Oh great, now we have another werewolf on our hands," he mumbled. "Are you in control yet?"

"No," I heard her say from behind me as we walked up the staircase. "I'm probably the worst werewolf ever, I almost shifted at lunch." Cassie and I sat on Stiles' bed as he was on his computer chair, typing on his laptop.

"Hey Stiles!" I heard the Sheriff's voice.

"Yo, da-Derek?" My head whipped across the room to see Derek standing behind the door. He put his finger to his lips then pointed to the door. Stiles quickly ran to the door.

We listened in on the conversation. Stiles' dad was talking about how he was proud of his son and that he would be at the game tonight. Then my phone made a bird sound. Crap! Cassie almost laughed but I hit her arm.

"Is someone in there?" His dad asked.

"Why would you think that?" The boy asked, a little too fast.

"Open the door, Stiles," Sheriff Stilinski ordered.

"Hide," I whispered to Cassie. She did and I quickly walked to the door.

"Hi, Sheriff," I smiled.

"Hi," he greeted, slightly shocked. "Madison Argent, right?"

"Yep, that's me," I breathed out.

He nodded, "Is there a reason why you are in my son's bedroom?" What do I say?!

"Yes," I nodded. "Coach Finstock told me Stiles was getting distracted in economics, so I volunteered to help out."

"Oh okay, well thank you." I smiled and walked back to the bed. When Stiles walked back in, Derek pushed him up against the wall. I rolled my eyes.

"If you say one word-"

"Like what? 'Hey dad. Derek Hale is in my room, bring your gun'?" I heard the human say. "That's right. If I'm harbouring your fugitive ass, it's house–my rules, Buddy." It was silent for a moment. "Oh my god," he whimpered.

"Did Scott get the necklace?" Derek asked.

"What necklace?" I quizzed.

Stiles head shot up towards me, "Do you have yours?"

"Which one?"

"Your family crest necklace," he said.

I shook my head. "No, I don't have it."

"Why not?"

"I'm not a hunter," I shrugged.

"And no, he didn't get it. He's still working on it. But there's something else we can try. The night we were trapped at the school, Scott sent a text to Allison asking her to meet him there," Stiles explained.

"So?" Derek asked.

"So it wasn't him."

"Well, can you find out who sent it?"

"No, not me. But I think I know somebody who can," Stiles said, typing away.

"You want me to do what?" Danny asked.

"Trace a text," Stiles answered with hand gestures.

"I came here to do lab work. That's what lab partners do."

"And we will, once you trace the text."

"And what makes you think I know how?"

"He looked up your arrest report," I spoke, not looking up from my book I was reading.

"I...I was 13," Danny defended himself, "they dropped the charges."

"Whatever," Stiles dismissed.

"No, we're doing lab work."

"Oh my."

Danny grabbed a chair and sat down next to Stiles.

"Who's he again?"

I looked up from my book to see Danny glancing at Derek who was also reading a book.

"Um, my cousin–Miguel." Cassie snorted from beside me.

"Is that blood on his shirt?"

My head snapped over to Derek, and sure enough, there was blood on his shirt.

Yeah. Yes. Well, he gets these horrible nosebleeds," Stiles lied, then turned to face Derek, "Hey, Miguel. I thought I told you you could borrow one of my shirts."

Derek shut the book, threw it at the end of the bed, next to me. He stood up and proceeded to take his shirt off.

Oh my, that tattoo–NO!

"So anyway, I mean, we both know you have the skills to trace that text, so we should probably–"

"Uh, Stiles?" I looked back to Derek who was holding up a small shirt.

"Yes?"

"This–no fit."

"Then try something else on. Sorry," I caught Danny staring at Derek which made Cassie and I smile, "Hey, that one looks pretty good, huh? What do you think, Danny? The shirt."

I had to hold back a laugh as Derek wore a blue and orange striped shirt.

"It's...it's not really his colour."

"You swing for a different team, but you still play ball, don't you, Danny boy?"

"You're a horrible person," Danny mumbled to Stiles.

"I know. It keeps me awake at night. Anyway, about that text."

"Stiles! None of these fit."

"I'll need the ISP, the phone number, and the exact time of the text."

Stiles cheered quietly, then looked back over to me, his eyes pointed over to Derek.

I nodded, getting off the bed.

"Follow me," I whispered as I walked passed Derek.

I walked down the hall, sensed where Mr. Stilinski's room was.

I opened the closet door, went through the racks of clothing until I found a dark coloured t-shirt.

"Here," I took it off the coat hanger and threw it at him.

Obviously he caught it with his good reflexes.

I sighed and went to walk around him, but his hand grabbed onto my elbow and pulled me back.

"What?" I asked.

"Can we talk?" His gaze had softened since we were in Stiles's room.

"We are talking," I said, shrugging.

He gave me a be-serious look.

"You made your choice so I'm not gonna be one of those girls whose life goes completely downhill because of one guy," I said, then pushed passed him

"There. The text was sent from a computer. This one," Danny said as we entered Stiles's room.

Registered to that account name?" Cassie asked, leaning over them.

"No, no, no, no. That can't be right."

It was Melissa McCall.

I cleared my throat, "I have to go, I'll see you guys later."

I grabbed my school bag and started walking out of Stiles's room.

I sighed, leaning my head on Dad's shoulder. The lacrosse game was getting boring by the minute and they hadn't even started playing.

"That one. That's Jackson." I glanced over to where Allison was pointing.

"Holy hotness," Kate breathed out.

"He's an ass," I retorted, rolling my eyes.

Allison giggled.

"Oh, if I was in high school again... Maybe a substitute teacher."

"You are sick," Allison said.

"Yes she is," I commented.

"You should be all over that."

I groaned, but it stopped when I saw claw marks on the back of Jackson's neck.

Derek!

Oh my god...

"Chris, you remember how we were talking about the second beta? A younger one?" I heard Kate ask Dad his left side.

"Yes."

"Can you get turned by a scratch?" She asked.

"If the claws go deep enough. Maybe."

"Wonder how deep those went."

Oh, this is bad, very bad.