Chapter 2: Omega part 2

Scott and Stiles were walking up to the front of the school while Stiles filled him in on what happened at the cemetery.

"She ate the liver?" Scott asked him with a bit of disgust in his voice.

"No, I didn't say that she ate it. I just said that it was missing," said Stiles.

"Well, did you catch her scent anywhere?"

"I wasn't close enough to really catch much. There were too many smells coming from around there. A lot of them," Stiles said making a small face as he thought of what his nose picked up from the grave. "Besides, even if she did, so what, it's the most nutritious part of the body."

Scott shuddered. "I never ate someone's liver."

"Yeah because when it comes to werewolves you're a real model of self control," he said sarcastically. But then he stopped. "Wait…that's it. You're the perfect test case for this. You're the one who was out of it. We should be going over what happened to you when you first turned."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean what was going through your mind when you were turning? What were you drawn to?"

"Allison," he answered.

Stiles rolled his eyes. "Yeah, I knew that already. What else?" But Scott just stayed silent. "Seriously? Nothing else?"

"Nothing else mattered," he shrugged. Stiles stared back at him with a hard look. Scott could see he was frustrated. "Well, what about you? You may have been…together but is there anything you were drawn to when you weren't?"

Stiles thought back to his night. "Well…I was worried about what I would do. Who I would hurt. I thought about you…and my dad."

Scott nodded. He was seeing a pattern here. They both had been drawn and thought of the people in their lives who they cared about. "This is good then. I mean, if we are drawn to who we care about…the night she was bit she was with you," he pointed out.

"Yeah but she was looking for…" He stopped when he caught an annoyingly familiar sound of a certain car. "Jackson," he said glaring at the Porsche.

The two of them looked on as Jackson rolled into the parking lot and went to park his car a bit away from them. Jackson stepped out, feeling on top of the world. He looked out, ready to start school as if it was the birth of a new era.

"Nice car," a homeless man who was digging through a garbage bin said to him.

Jackson stopped and reached into his wallet and pulled out a bill. "Here's a dollar. Go find another parking lot to die in," he said giving it to him. "Security!" he called out pointing to the guy as he walked off. Jackson lifted his sunglasses to see the sight of Scott and Stiles by the front of the school walking in. He couldn't wait to finally put those two losers back in their places.

Over in the locker room Coach Finstock was calling for everyone's attention.

"Everyone, gather around. Quicker! Danny, put a shirt on. Stilinski, that means you. Come closer," he said as everyone assembled together. "Alright. Police are looking for a girl, roaming around, totally naked." That made everyone chuckle or wolf-whistle, minus the teen wolves. "Now, it's supposed to be below 40 degrees tonight. I don't know about you but the last time it was that cold and I was running around naked, I lost a testicle to exposure." That made everyone look back at him silently. "Now I don't want the same thing happening to some innocent girl. So, we're organizing search parties. Sign up, find the missing girl, and you get an automatic A in my class." The boys all cheered and hollered at that.

They all then started to crowd to the sheet but Scott and Stiles were off to the side with Jackson as they explained that Lydia was missing. They figured that since Lydia seemed to care for Jackson then she might seek him out.

"If Lydia wants to take a naked hike through the woods then why should I care?" he asked them looking completely nonplussed.

"Because we have a pretty good idea that she might be…you know, turning," said Scott.

"Into?"

That got Scott and Stiles to spare each other a look. Neither one of them amused.

"A unicorn. What do you think dumbass," Stiles spat at him.

"Well if Lydia's turning then she's not the one that's going to need help."

"What do you mean?" Scott said.

"When I was with Lydia you should've seen the scratch marks she left on me," Jackson said to them with a satisfied grin on his face. "What do you think she's going to do with a set of real claws?" He chuckled lightly before pushing on past them.

"You know, it's moments like these that make me think I shouldn't have resisted Peter so much that night," Stiles slurred out with a mild glare.

Scott had half a mind to agree with him on that.

They were in chemistry and Harris was finishing up distributing a pop quiz he had set up to everyone in class. Before they could start, Stiles looked up at Scott who was sitting in front of him.

"You know, it's causing me severe mental anguish admitting this, but he's right." Scott didn't need to guess what he was talking about. "What if the next body part that she takes is from someone still alive?"

"I know," Scott slurred out.

"I can hear you Mr. Stilinksi," Harris called out from the front of the room.

"Sorry about that," Stiles said to him as he turned back to his paper.

"Well, I won't be sorry to give you detention. Perhaps for the entire school year if I keep hearing your voice."

"Can you do that?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

"There it is again. Your voice. Triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student repeatedly and violently," he said to the amusement of the other students. Stiles just glared at him. "See you at three for detention. You too Mr. McCall?"

Scott shook his head. "No sir."

Danny was sitting with Jackson when he noticed something black drip onto his friend's paper. "Dude…your nose," he said looking to see that it came from Jackson's nose which was bleeding.

Jackson ran his hand across it to see that it was bleeding. But, the blood was black. He excused himself from class and ran to the bathroom and into one of the stalls where he went for the paper. He wiped at his nose which was oozing black blood. It wasn't stopping and Jackson kept furiously trying to stop it by grabbing more tissue paper. There was then a knock on the stall.

"I'm fine Danny, just go back to class." He kept wiping at his nose and there was another knock. "Just give me a second, okay?" he shouted back. He kept throwing more tissues away, each one of them covered in black blood. Now the stall door was trying to be opened. "I said give me a freaking second!" He wiped out some more from his nose when the door came off its hinge and he was pulled to the sinks. "Derek?" he said seeing that it was the new Alpha.

Derek just stared at him as he approached him slowly. "Looking a little pale there Jackson. Feeling okay?" he asked moving at him.

But Jackson pushed his hand away. "Never better," he hissed.

Derek just stared at him with a hard look. "If something's wrong then I need to know. You're with me now."

Jackson loosened up. "With you? Me with…you?" he said with a small laugh. "What am I, your little pet? Just because you gave me 'the bite' doesn't mean I'm part of your little wolf pack. Sorry but you don't exactly show outstanding leadership qualities," he said teasingly.

"Is that so?" Derek said with a smile though he was far from happy.

"Look I have my own agenda, which doesn't involve running around the woods at night howling at the moon with you, McCall and Stilinski. Okay? So why don't you just back the f-" But Derek pushed at Jackson's face so he would look into the mirror and see that the black blood was back but was leaking from his right ear. His eyes widened. "What is it? What's happening?"

Derek's eyes narrowed. "Your body's fighting the bite."

Fighting the bite? What? "Why?"

Derek just backed away. "I don't know." Derek was lying. The black blood. He'd seen this before. It was happening much later than the last time he'd seen it but it was the same.

Jackson just stared at the mirror, at the black blood before looking to Derek. "What does it mean?" he demanded. What did that mean? Did it mean that something was trying to stop him from becoming a werewolf? "What does it mean?!" But Derek backed off until he was out of sight. Jackson was starting to panic, did the bite not work? True, he hadn't felt any changes yet but he just assumed that he had to wait for the full moon…though, now that he thought about it...Scott and Stiles seemed to have their powers come to them quickly that day a couple of months ago and it wasn't the full moon then. Why was this happening to him when it seemed to work for them just fine? His thoughts were stopped when he looked back to the mirror and saw that the blood was now leaking from his other ear. And again from his nose.

Allison was at her locker, getting her dress out before she headed for the funeral. She then noticed a note had been jammed inside and she unfolded it. It read: Because I love you. It was in Scott's handwriting. She smiled at it.

Scott was across the hall, watching as she found his note with a smile on his face. He knew that Allison was feeling nervous about the funeral later today and he wanted to show his support in any way he could. He could feel the nerves she was feeling ebb away and be replaced with happiness. He then walked off.

Allison pocketed the note and then closed her locker.

"Nice dress."

She looked over to see that it was one of her locker mates. Matt, she thought his name was. She also noticed what was in his hand. "Nice camera."

Matt smiled at her and she went back to looking at her dress when her ears perked up when she heard someone talking about her. She spared a look to see that it was two girls close by.

"It wasn't her sister. It was her aunt. The one that murdered all those people."

"You mean the crazy bitch that burned all those people? The one that the sheriff's kid helped finger and was after him too?"

"Yeah, that fire years ago, the animal attacks, the school and the sheriff's kid, it was all her."

"I sit next to her in English."

"Find a new seat."

Then, just like that, Allison remembered why she was nervous. The funeral was going to be a media circus. What Stiles did in fingering her aunt had made her life lately a media circus. She remembered the first day after the formal. Her front lawn had been crawling with reporters and press. All of them trying to get any information about Kate. There was one incident where she was nearly jumped by a reporter when she was going to school the day after in front of her home. She had been hit with questions like if she had knew what her aunt was doing, terrorizing one of her fellow classmates. It freaked her out. She didn't really blame Stiles for what he did, but it still wasn't easy to deal with.

She took off but was pulled into an empty classroom by Scott.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

"How did you know?" she nearly cried.

"I could hear your heartbeat," he explained.

Allison just shook her head. "I can't…I can't do this. I can't go to the funeral. Everyone is going to be watching me and there are going to be cameras there. I can't-"

"You can," Scott insisted. "Allison, you'll be fine. Everything is going to be fine," he whispered comfortingly to her. "We'll find Lydia. Everything is going to be good. Think about it. No Peter. No psycho werewolf killings. Your dad and me…well that's a work in progress," he laughed.

Allison laughed too but she stopped. "What about Stiles?"

Scott's eyes narrowed. "Stiles? What about him?"

Allison tensed up a bit. "Um…I don't think he likes me very much right now."

"What? Why would he not like you?" Scott asked with a smile as if she just said something ridiculous.

"Forget it," Allison just shook her head. Since the formal, things between the two of them didn't look good. Stiles seemed to turn away when she entered his line of sight and he seemed to flinch and try to subtly edge himself from her whenever she got close. It became more apparent in the woods last night. But she didn't want to say more on it. Stiles was Scott's best friend and she didn't want to say anything else to upset Scott when he was trying to be so supportive. She just gestured to her face. "Look at me. I can't go to the funeral like this."

"Uh, aren't you supposed to cry and be sad at funerals?" He then lightly caressed her cheek.

"For her?" Kate had tried to kill him right in front of her that night.

"Does it matter?" he simply asked back. "You could be…crying for you, you know. You lost someone. Maybe…Kate wasn't totally who you thought she was but you still lost her."

Tears started pouring out of Allison's eyes. "Yeah," she gasped out.

He let her rest her forehead on his. "You'll be fine. I'll be there."

Allison separated from him. "What?"

"I'll figure it out. I'll be there. Maybe not right next to you but I'll be there."

"You're not going there," Stiles said to him.

"I have to go," Scott said back.

It was the end of their last class and Stiles was stomping off to head for Harris' detention while Scott was following after him telling him of his plan.

"You have to go to where there are going to be probably over a dozen trigger-happy hunters there to zero their eyes in on you?"

"They won't see me," Scott argued. "Allison could use some support."

"Then support her but do it from afar. Very afar," Stiles argued back.

"I already told her I would be there for her."

Stiles rolled his eyes at that which made Scott's eyes narrow in response. Scott then grabbed Stiles and pulled him into the nearby janitor's closet. Thankfully it was empty.

"Scott, you're going to make me late for detention."

"Okay, what is going on with you?"

"Nothing, what are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you and Allison," he hissed. "Why are you brushing her off?"

Stiles tensed. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Scott jaw tightened. "You're lying."

Stiles let a hard puff loose from his nose. "Whoa, I'm really starting to regret teaching you that trick," he mumbled.

"You think I haven't noticed?" Scott said gesturing at him with his arm. "The flinching when she's around and smelling your discomfort when she gets close. How you tense when she tries to talk to you? And worse yet, she knows too."

'Naturally,' Stiles thought. He guessed that Allison must've said something to Scott to trigger this. If Scott really had noticed his unease with Allison then he had ample time to say something to him and was only doing it now because he saw that Allison was getting bothered by it enough to say something. "Don't worry about it Scott. It's our business."

"If something is happening between my best friend and my girlfriend, then that makes it my business," he heatedly insisted. "Now what's going on? Allison thinks that you don't like her," he said in a small voice.

Stiles stared hard at Scott before he let out a small puff of air and let his back fall against the opposite wall. "Scott…it's not that I don't like her…I just don't trust her."

Scott's face widened. "What? Why?"

"Uh, did you forget what family she comes from? You know, the family that has a centuries old tradition of hunting guys like us down? Then there's the fact that her father tried to ram you with cars and her aunt had a gun on you, all on the same night. And have you already forgotten last night?"

"But that wasn't her," Scott argued.

"No, she just helped hunt you down and shot arrows into Derek and shot flashbolts at you. On that very same night," he heatedly pointed out.

Scott let out a small huff as he made hard eyes at Stiles. "That wasn't her fault. She made a mistake and didn't know what she was doing."

"Are you sure? Because, I'm thinking it's odd that hunting you down was the first impulse she had."

"She was scared and didn't know what to believe."

"So she expresses it by trying to bag you in?" he asked skeptically.

"It was a crazy night," he said in her defense. "That doesn't mean that she can't be trusted. I mean she came to try and help us find Lydia."

"Don't you think it's weird that the hunters seem to know Lydia had vanished so quickly from the hospital last night? Especially since the only people who knew about it outside the police and the hospital staff were me and you, and Allison who I guessed you told after you two had your little rendezvous." Scott tensed. "I could smell her on you that night Scott."

"You think she told her family? She didn't."

"How are you so sure?"

"Because I trust her," he said simply.

But Stiles shook his head. "No, you want to trust her Scott. There's a difference."

"Not to me. Stiles, I know that you think things are different but the one thing that hasn't changed is how I feel about Allison and how she feels about me. Or how she feels about Lydia. She's still her best friend. And she cares about you too. She's worried about how you feel about her. Doesn't that prove she deserves some benefit of the doubt?"

Stiles pressed his fingers to his eyeballs. "Alright. Fine. Okay, whatever."

Scott could tell that Stiles just wanted this argument done and that's why he was saying that but he guessed that was as good as he was going to get right now. It looked like him and Allison's dad weren't the only works in progress going on. "Thanks. Okay, I'm going to head for the funeral. See if I can try to be there."

Stiles let out a small breath. "Not alone. I'll be there too."

Scott's face lit up hopefully. "You will?"

"Not for Allison, for you."

Scott nodded. "Thanks Stiles."

Stiles was in detention, watching the clock intently. His super hearing made him able to hear every click as the hands hit to signify that it was now four o'clock and the end of detention. As soon as it did he readied himself to be out of there and join Scott. Yes, going to Kate Argent's funeral wasn't at the top of his list but it was certainly way above being with Harris. While he would be there for Scott, he did have an ulterior motive. It would give him a chance to take in all the faces there. If there were more hunters coming into town then chances are that they'll be there at that funeral and give him a chance to commit their faces to his memories so he knows who to watch out for.

But when he stood up Harris hadn't even looked up when he said, "Sit."

"But it's been an hour," he said gesturing to the clock.

"My detentions are an hour and a half."

"You can't do that," Stiles argued.

Harris finally looked at him. "Oh, but I can. You see, Stiles, since your father was so judicious in his dealings with me I've decided to make you my personal project for the rest of the semester. You are going to benefit from all the best strict discipline has to offer. Now sit down before I decide to keep you here all night."

Stiles just stared at Harris. His nose flared from the feelings of bitterness and spiteful satisfaction that Harris was giving off at him. Stiles started to feel a heated sensation in his spine that hit the top of his brain. An urge to growl at this man. He just mocked and insulted his father and that made his blood start pumping. The smug look on Harris' face only increased it. His chemistry teacher seemed to think that he intimidated him and had power over him. Stiles faced down three fully armed hunters that would have no qualms with shooting him just the last night and came out of it without a scratch. Harris was nothing compared to them. And his inner wolf demanded that he make that clear in front of to this man here and now.

"Well, sorry to tell you but I have plans."

Stiles grabbed his bag and headed for the door.

"Mr. Stilinski!" Harris shouted. "Get back to your seat or-"

"Or you'll what?!" Stiles said loudly but not enough for it to quite be a shout. He turned to look at Harris with narrowed eyes. "What will you do? Go to the Principal? Go ahead. Although…I don't think he's a very big fan of yours right now. Considering that, thanks to you, he now has a member of his staff that was an unwilling but prime accomplice to a popular serial killer. One who helped teach her how to kill a whole family of two former students at this school. He must have his hands full with parental complaints." A smug smile found its way on Stiles' face when Harris' own faded out. "You might be treading a fine line. Actually, you already are. Since, like you said before, my father was very judicial with you and I'm sure you appreciate that very much. Because if he wasn't, you wouldn't be standing here right now. You would be locked up somewhere and probably facing serious jail time." Stiles then loosened up, smiled and waved at him. "Well it's been fun but like I said I do have plans. Good night Mr. Harris," he said before stepping out of the room.

Stiles could smell Harris anger and fear practically flooding out from the room. His wolf howled in delight at how he just stood his ground and showed who was really 'top dog'.

The funeral was a media circus but the Argents were already accustomed and prepared for it. The reporters shouted questions and comments while Allison and her parents tried to move through them to get to the gravesite. Scott had climbed through the fence on the opposite side of the cemetery and made his way to be across from the funeral site. His eyes locked right on to Allison as she tried not to react to the circus around her. A barricade was set up and Sheriff Stilinski tried to hold the chaos back as the family passed it.

"This was a bad idea," Chris said when they were free.

"Well, it wasn't my idea," Victoria said back to her husband with a bit of blame laced in her voice.

Chris narrowed his eyes. "I tried telling him but he insisted on making a point of it."

"Well I'll insist that he deals with all of this when he gets here."

"When who gets here?" Allison asked them.

"Just...sit down sweetheart," her mother said as they went to take their places in front of Kate's casket.

At the barricade, the media was still in a frenzy. One of the photographers there was Matt Daehler who came here after school. He discreetly passed under the barricade and focused his camera on Allison. Taking a few pictures. But then the lens was blocked by a hand. He looked up to see that it was an old man.

"This looks expensive," he said taking Matt's camera.

His actions made the circus stop and everyone was calmly looking at them.

"Yeah," Matt said. "900 bucks."

He then took the memory card out. "And how expensive is this?" he asked before breaking it apart in front of him before tossing the camera back.

He then started to walk over to the family. Scott watched this man and for some reason felt a chill run down his spine. He wondered who this man was. He got to Allison's mother first and gave a kiss to each of her cheeks in hello.

"I'm so sorry," she said when they separated.

Scott kept watching them until he felt something land softly behind him.

"Yo," Stiles said softly. Scott spared him a grateful look and Stiles gave his a small nod before looking out.

The man was now directly in front of Allison. "You remember me?" he asked her softly. Allison nodded.

"Who the hell is that?" Stiles asked as his eyes narrowed on the old man. Stiles didn't know why but something about him rubbed him the wrong way. Made his fingertips itch where his claws usually come out.

The man then turned to look in their direction and the two of them quickly moved behind the stone angel they were hiding behind. When they both felt the eyes look away they went to look again.

"He's definitely an Argent," Scott said.

The man was back to talking with Allison. "Considering that I haven't seen you since you were three I don't suppose you'd call me Grandpa. So, if it's comfortable call me Gerard for the time being. But I'd prefer Grandpa." He then went to sit down next to her.

"So," Stiles said after he did. The two of them had heard everything. "He's an Argent. Allison's grandfather. Probably just here for the funeral. He doesn't look like he's in the hunting gig like her dad is."

But Scott shook his head. "No…he's not just here for the funeral. None of them are." He then looked over at Stiles. "They're reinforcements."

They looked back but as soon as they did their ears perked up. Not a second later the two of them were grabbed from behind. It was Stiles' dad and he didn't look happy.

"The two of you," he hissed. "Unbelievable. "And you especially," he said to his son. "You, of all people, here."

He then dragged them off to his cruiser and put them in the back seat. They just sat there in silence until a voice came through the radio.

"415 Adam."

The sheriff picked up the receiver. "I'm sorry. Did you just say 4-1-5 Adam?"

Stiles eyes narrowed. "Disturbance in a car," Stiles whispered to Scott.

"They were taking a heart attack victim TOA. But on the way to the hospital something hit em'.

"Hit the ambulance?" the sheriff asked.

That made the two teens in the back lean in a bit.

"Copy that. I'm standing in front of it right now. Something got in the back. There's blood everywhere," the man said sounding hysterical. "And I mean everywhere."

"Alright uniform, what's your twenty?"

"Route 5 at post. I swear I'd never seen anything like this."

Scott and Stiles were still listening hard and had narrowed eyes as they caught each other's eyes. They were both thinking the same thing.

"Take it easy," the sheriff told him. "I'm on my way." He then put the receiver back. "Now, as for you two-" He turned back to see that Scott and Stiles were gone and the back door was ajar.

It was now night as Scott and Stiles were carefully treading through the woods until they got to the ambulance on Route 5. There was police everywhere. They settled in the brush and could see the inside of the ambulance where there was a body laying there with blood splattered everywhere like the officer said. It looked like another liver was 'harvested'.

"I don't want to believe that Lydia did this," Stiles said.

"Me neither," said Scott.

Stiles spared his friend a look. "Scott…do you think that it's my dad and Allison that keep me and you from doing something like this?" he asked in a small voice.

Scott swallowed but softly nodded. "Yeah, or at least I hope so."

Stiles closed his eyes and sniffed the air a bit. "I got that guy's blood scent from here. You? Or do you need to get closer?"

Scott sniffed the air too. "No, I got it."

"Wait," Stiles said suddenly. "That's weird."

"What?"

"I'm tracking the blood going that way," Stiles said pointing off in one direction before giving the air another sniff. "But, Lydia's scent is scattering off around there," he said pointing another way.

Scott narrowed his eyes. "That is weird."

"You think that she left the liver out there somewhere?"

Scott wasn't sure. It smelled far too fresh. "We better split up. We'll have a better chance of tracking her. I'll follow the blood. You check where you found the trail of her scent."

Scott was preparing to leave but Stiles grabbed his arm. "Just…be careful, if you find her. Okay?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah. I will. You be careful if you find her too, okay?"

"Okay," Stiles said softly.

The two of them split ways.

Scott ran through the trees, after the smell of the ambulance guy's blood. It was fresh and hadn't trailed off to far. He ran off until he bumped into a solid figure from where the blood was oozing from. He grabbed onto it but he was pushed back. Scott's eyes widened.

"You're not Lydia," he cried.

It was a man. Not just any man, but another werewolf. He growled at Scott and started attacking him. Scott blocked off many of the guy's strikes quickly. Compared to Peter, this guy didn't seem to be very strong, or quick. Scott was easily able to grab him and throw him off. When he hit the ground he let loose a small growl before he went and ran off.

"Wait!" Scott cried as he went after him.

Stiles ran off for where Allison's scent seem to be coming from. It didn't seem very strong but he couldn't take that chance. He ran off as he tracked the scent. It led him to a clearing and narrowed his eyes. Something weird was going on. The scent seemed to be surrounding him. He then began walking a bit and found that he was going in a large circle. Yet, for some reason, the more times he repeated the circle, the fresher the scent seem to get. Was Lydia wandering around these woods in a circle? He must've gone around five times before his nose felt the scent shoot off in the direction that he had parted with Scott. Towards the ambulance. For a moment, he thought that he had just been tracking Lydia's movements before she attacked the man but he wasn't scenting any emotions that indicated that Lydia was moving for an attack. It smelled…blank.

Yet, as he made his way to head back, a bullet ricocheted off the tree next to him just missing his head. He nearly fell back in shock but managed to stay on his feet. He looked and saw that it was the two men from last night. The ones that were with Allison's father. They had their rifles out and they were aimed at him. Stiles ran off and they shot after him. They must've had silencers because the shots weren't making any sounds. Stiles tried to turn to run a certain direction but they shot ahead of him to force him to run the other way. He ran off as fast as he could when a certain smell hit his nostrils. A very familiar leathery smell. It made him stop in his tracks. Now he understood what was happening.

The two hunters ran up to that spot and saw that there was no sign of him.

"Where's the little flea bag?" one of them asked.

"I don't know," said the other one. "He ran this way. I'm sure of it."

"Then he should've hit the trap," he said pointing to the space in front of them.

"He could've leapt up passed it. These mongrels loving running and jumping around."

The first one was pissed. "Gerard's not going to be happy we let one slip away."

Suddenly there was a growl as a shape came down from above them and slammed into them. The first guy faltered forward and hit the trip wire and he was then hoisted up by his foot and was now hanging in the air upside down.

The second guy tried to aim his gun at Stiles but he went and grabbed it. He pointed it up and made him shoot into the air. Stiles grabbed at the guy's arm and twisted it to make him drop the gun. He let a pained shout out but he grit his teeth as he used his other hand to pull out a hunting knife. He brought it to Stiles' face and tried to force it into him. Stiles was being forced back as he tried to keep the guy's hand back. Stiles found his free hand moving from the guy's hurt arm to his face and he ran his clawed hands across his cheek. The hunter cried out as he dropped the knife and Stiles then went and headbutted the guy in the nose. The guy fell back from the shock of it and was groaning from the pain of a probably broken arm, scratched face and now a busted nose from the rush of blood that was hitting Stiles' nostrils.

He then looked to the hunter that he trapped in their own snare. "What the hell is wrong with you people? I thought you weren't going to do this!"

Even hanging upside down, the guy looked merciless. "Things change beastie boy."

"Not according to your damn code."

"Code? What code? There is no code. Not anymore. There's a new leader in town. And none of you are safe. You, your buddy, Hale and that red-haired bitch, you're all dead dogs walking," he spat.

"Somehow I doubt Argent would be that stupid and attack me so soon, especially the night after the funeral."

"Your daddy's not going to save you now. Besides there are dangerous things roaming these woods. Things that attack ambulances and unfortunate brats that can't stop putting their wet noses in other people's business. It's all-out war now."

War. That was what Peter had said. He said that war was coming and that Stiles could keep pretending but there wasn't a practical way to settle this. It seemed that he might've been right after all. They weren't going to stop until all of them were dead. It didn't matter if they were innocent or not, they wanted to kill them. And he said that there was a new leader…he had a feeling he knew who it was. And he couldn't stop this. Not with threatening them with the law. They would strike at them without fear now and Stiles didn't have anything to stop all of them. He only had something to make trouble for Chris Argent but that didn't stop these two. And probably wouldn't stop who knows how many others they had now.

Stiles bared his teeth and he found his freshly bloodstained claws reaching for the guy's face and he ran them down across from above his right eye down to his cheek. He remembered what he told Peter when he argued that this is war. He said that he thought that the hunters should pay, for the rest of their lives but not with their lives. And these two would, for trying to kill him.

"Tell your hunter buddies this," he said to them as they hissed from the pain he left them in. "You two got off easy," he said as he went and dug his claws into the guy's leg joint and deeply pierced his skin. They guy hissed in pain. "But that's only because you didn't kill anyone I care about. But if any of my friends ends up in a body bag, god help you, I'll tear each and every one of you apart," he growled pulling his claws away from the guy's leg to let some blood flow. He stared back with his gold eyes flaring brightly down at the man. His eyes widening in fear of the kid as he continued to sway in the air where he hung.

Stiles then left the two of them and ran off to try and re-track Lydia's scent and returned to the area of the accident but found that it was now gone. He did pick up a new scent. A familiar one. He headed up out of the trees to see the familiar sight of his dad in uniform.

His dad caught sight of him almost immediately. "How did I know that I would find you around here?" he said not really asking a question. He then narrowed his eyes at him. "Stiles, are you okay? You look a little winded."

"Oh, I ran here," he said shrugging like it was no big deal.

"Well, try not to do that too much. Especially at night. Something attacked this ambulance. Looks like we have a real rogue animal out there this time."

Stiles put his hands in his pockets as he fought the impulse to flinch and shiver at the thought that the hunters seemed to have picked a decent cover after all. But before he could say anymore, Stiles' nose flared up as a familiar scent invaded it. And it was mixed with chemo signatures of confusion and discomfort. He looked off as a figure walked out of the trees and out into the road towards them.

"Lydia?" he called out. She entered the full ray of light from the cars and everyone saw that it was indeed her, and she was naked. "Lydia? Lydia!" he called out for her to give some kind of response. She was just staring down at her own feet.

She finally rose her head up to look at them all. "Well…is anyone going to get me a coat?"

Lydia gestured out to emphasize her question and gave out a good view of herself. Stiles suddenly found himself nearly falling over from the shock of it but kept to his feet. Only when he rushed to get dad's jacket off did he finally lose his footing and fall to the ground.

The sheriff rolled his eyes at his son. "Yeah. Here you go," he grunted taking it off and heading to cover the girl.

Scott was still chasing after the new werewolf through the woods.

"Wait!" he called out after him. "Stop!"

They were on all fours as they ran but the new guy ran right into a trip wire and a snare snatched him at the wrists and hoisted him up into the air. Scott skid on the ground to stop right in front of the guy. But before he could do anything, he felt himself get grabbed from behind and thrown off to the side. It was Derek. And he took hold of him and started to drag him away. Scott tried to resist but the guy was too strong and had too good a hold.

"What are you doing? I gotta help him," he growled.

"Quiet," Derek hissed at him as he pulled him behind a tree.

They then looked off to see that there were some people already coming. Scott saw that it was Mr. Argent and a few of his men, including Allison's grandfather. They started to surround the mystery werewolf. Chris brought out an electric rod and started to shock the guy.

"Who are you?" he asked after he decided to stop. "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing!" the man desperately roared out from where he hung. "Nothing I swear."

"You're not from here, are you?" asked Argent. "Are You!"

"No," the guy whimpered. "No, I…I came looking for the Alpha. I heard he was here, that's all. Look, I didn't do anything. I didn't hurt anyone. No one living. He wasn't alive in the ambulance. He wasn't, I swear."

Scott jaw dropped a bit. So, it wasn't Lydia who had taken the liver from the guy in the ambulance or at the cemetery. It was this guy. But he didn't get much time to dwell on that fact when Allison's grandfather spoke out.

"Gentlemen! Take a look at a rare sight. You want to tell them what we caught?" he asked his son.

"An omega," Chris said.

Gerard nodded. "The lone wolf! Possibly kicked out of his own pack…or the survivor of a pack that was hunted down. Maybe even murdered. Possibly…alone by his own choice." He then smirked. "Certainly not a wise choice." He then walked over to the side at a bundle and then pulled out a long and sharp sword. "Because as I'm about to demonstrate, an omega rarely survives on its own."

Scott heart froze at that moment before he saw the sword get swung and the guy get cut in half. It was just like Allison's dad said just the last night. It was one thing to hear about it, it was another thing to actually see it. Scott wanted to run but Derek kept a firm hold on him. So he turned his head away.

But Derek wasn't having it. "Look," he growled. "Look. Look at them. You see what they do? This is why you need me. Why you and Stiles both need me. We need each other because the only way to stop them is together."

But Scott hardly heard a word. The sight of the body and the sound of dripping blood was disturbingly clear to him. "What are they doing?" he whimpered out.

"Declaring war," Derek spat.

Chris went over to his father. "We have a code," he hissed.

"Not when they murder my daughter." He then slammed the sword into the ground. "No code," he declared. "Not anymore. From now on these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Are you listening?" he hissed at his son. "Because I don't care if they're wounded and weak. Or seemingly harmless. Begging for their lives with the promise that they'll never ever hurt anyone. Or some desperate lost soul with no idea what they're getting into. Or if they are trying to defend themselves or others. No one will be able to help them and any that try will share in the same treatment as the rabid dogs they try to protect. We find them. We kill them. We kill them all!"

Jackson was in his bed that night, struggling to sleep through the burning pain he was feeling. His bed and bedroom floor covered with black stained tissues.

Scott was off in the corner of the woods with Allison in his arms. With her in his hold, he could begin to forget the horrible things he had witnessed that night. For that moment, their current problems and worries faded away. Allison herself was content in Scott's arms as he started to make her feel better about this day. They had found Lydia and she seemed okay. She was thinking there was room for hope after all.

Isaac Lahey headed into the abandoned train depot where Derek told him he'd be. He shined his light to find the guy and saw that he was standing out in front of a train door, seemingly waiting for him. He smiled and nodded. He was in.

Stiles was sitting on his bed as his dad knocked at the open door and waved a goodnight to him. Stiles nodded his head and gave his dad a smile as he walked off. He then brought his hands out into view and looked down at the claws that were extended on his fingers. He was staring at them with a hard look on his face. He then brought his hands into fists. He guessed it was his wolf instinct but he felt that his claws were going to get a good degree of use, and soon.