Chapter 6: Ice Pick part 2

Allison and Lydia were currently in her room, getting ready for their double date with Scott and Stiles. Allison was happy to be going out and doing something relatively normal with Scott for a change, even if it meant being with Stiles and Lydia. Though, she was hoping that this would go better than the last time that she and Scott double-dated. Hopefully some fences could be on the way to being mended tonight.

There was a knock and the two girls stopped in the middle of what they were doing to see Chris Argent at the door. "Heading out?" he asked his daughter.

"Studying," she said simply. He just nodded but gestured for her to come over to him. "Just studying dad," she breathed out.

"I get it," he said wrapping an arm around her. "But we need you to remember what happened."

Allison stiffened. "You want me to stop being friends with her?" If that was what her dad was saying then he officially was going way too far. First Scott and now Lydia? Was she allowed any friends at all?

"Actually we want the opposite," he said surprising her. "I know how this might sound but we need you to keep an eye on her."

She then turned to glare at him. "You want me to spy on her?" she said a bit angrily.

He shook his head. "We want you to look out for your friend. To make sure everything's okay with her."

Allison threw him a look before they both turned to look at Lydia. She had her phone out and was making faces into it as she was taking a selfie. When she did she went and kissed the screen.

"Seems okay to me," said Allison with a smile.

Chris just looked on in wonder. Lydia was a mystery. She was bitten by an Alpha but it appeared she hadn't turned at all. He didn't think that such a thing was even possible. None of them did. That was why they had to keep close tabs on her. To find out what this could mean.

Stiles took the keys he got from Boyd and opened the doors to the rink. He strode on in with Scott right behind him. Stiles then went to turn on the lights and they gazed at the huge ice rink that they now had entirely to themselves. They looked back to see Allison and Lydia walk in right after them. Scott went to embrace Allison and he led her further inside. Stiles went to take Lydia's hand but she shook her head and walked on in on her own.

They all got some skates from the rental booth and went on to get ready. Lydia and Stiles were over on the benches tying them on. Lydia then started to rub at her arms.

"Could it be any colder in here?" she asked as she tried to warm herself a bit.

Stiles dove into his bag and pulled out an orange sweater. "Here," he said holding it out for her.

She gave it a look before looking right up at him. "I'm wearing blue." She then pointed at the sweater. "Orange and Blue, not a good combination."

Stiles widened his eyes. "It's the colors of the Mets." She just stared at him and he gave up. "Alright, fine," he said putting it away. He froze when he smelled some sadness and anxiety come from Lydia and something told Stiles that it had nothing to do with him. "Lydia, are you okay?"

"I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be?"

He narrowed his eyes a bit. "I don't know. You seem…a little upset. Is something wrong?" he asked softly.

Her earlier encounter of Jackson was still weighing on her mind a bit. She took a deep breath and went back to fastening her skates. "Everything's fine."

She was lying. "Lydia, you can talk to me. You know that, right?"

She looked back at him. "Really?"

He nodded. "Really. I know that all of this might seem strange and out of place to you but you could give it a chance. Who knows…you might think that it could end up being something great down the road." His tone was a little hinting and his heart a little hopeful.

She brought out her bottom lip a bit and nodded. "Yeah, you're right," she muttered. He smiled at her until she looked over his shoulder. "I mean just look at them. Talk about out of place but there still something about them that just says…adorable and cute."

Stiles was confused for a bit until he looked over to see that she was looking and talking about Scott and Allison who were off to the side and giggling with one another. Scott then got up and led Allison off for the ice.

"Yeah," Stiles breathed. "Them."

"Cute," she said.

Stiles nodded. "Cute," he muttered glaring off ahead. "Adorable." He then tightened the last lace on his skate.

Scott and Allison went over and stopped just before the ice.

"Uh, since you've never skated before then maybe I should give you a few pointers," Allison said taking his hand.

But Scott let a smirk loose. "Allison, not that this is news to you or anything but remember? The whole Werewolf thing. Speed, strength and reflexes."

"So a little ice skating should be no problem?" she said making him think that she was falling for his little flirtation trap.

"Yeah." Scott then went and stepped on the ice. He let a snicker loose. "See? It's no problem-" But he was cut short when he slipped and fell face first on the ice.

At the other end of the ice, Stiles was standing there watching as Lydia showed off that she was no amateur on the ice. She was quite graceful and fluid in her movements. Stiles was amazed and he felt his inner wild started to rise and claw at him to take advantage of it. He let a breath loose and skated for her direction. He made a jump and then landed on the ice facing backwards from her and was starting to gently move for her direction, backwards, until he skidded to a stop right at her shoulder. He had a breathless smile on his face as he looked down at the bewildered smile on hers.

She then extended her hand to grab onto his. "Come on," she said to him.

He nodded and the two of them started to skate off across the rink together. Scott was gripping the wall as he tried to keep himself from falling down on his face again. He saw the way that Stiles moved out on the ice. He smiled at them as they passed by him.

"Good moves out there," he said to him.

"Thanks," he said as he passed him. "It's all about the right combination of speed, strength and reflexes," he smirked letting him know that he heard what Scott had said earlier.

Scott gave him a playful glare before it faded when he nearly slipped again. Allison then went over to him. She told him to take her hands and she led him off into the ice as he kept a tight hold on her.

"Okay," she said letting him go. "You got it. You got it."

Scott smiled. "I got-" But then he slipped and fell down again. Scott tried to just settle with staying on his feet as he went forward. He wobbled a bit but he stayed on his feet. He looked back at Allison. "Hey, I think I'm getting the hang of it," he managed to say before he ran head first into the glass wall.

Allison went over. "Looks like you hit your head that time."

Scott stared blurry eyed at her. "What's that coach?"

She nodded. "Yep. Definitely hit your head."

Scott was made to sit up against that wall as his eyes caught sight of Stiles on the ice. He was skating pretty fast and it looked like he might hit the wall too but then he twisted his body and started to curve to the left and he avoided it and made a U-turn and skated in the opposite direction.

He pushed against the ice with his legs for a bit before he still and started to slow until he stopped just a bit in front of him. "Scott, you okay bud?"

"Mostly," he grunted out.

"Well take it easy. We can't all be naturals," he said with a lopsided grin.

Scott narrowed his eyes. "This isn't natural. You've skated before, haven't you?"

He shrugged. "Yeah…when I was seven. Guess it's just like riding a bike."

"Well you're pretty good," said Allison.

Stiles looked over at her and his smile dropped a bit. "Yeah," he slurred out before he went off again.

Allison stared after him a little sadly. Scott could see her starting to get upset so he went and grabbed for her hand.

"Why don't we take a little break?" he said to try and let her think on something else.

"What did you have in mind?"

The two of them ran off for the photo booth and got themselves ready in front of the camera. They set it up and they went and made many poses and faces in front of the camera. When it was done they went to eagerly looked at them. But there was something off in the photos.

"Oh, my eyes," Scott pointed. "The flash must trigger them." All the shots of Scott looking straight at the camera had his eyes giving off a flare. If he remembered right, Stiles did say something about Derek's eyes flaring when he was giving mugshots.

Allison pointed to the photo on the bottom. Scott's eyes were closed as Allison had kissed him on the forehead. It was the only one that didn't have a flare at it. "This one looks normal." Scott looked over at her after she said that word. Normal. Allison seemed to notice and shook her head. "Ah, that's not what I meant," she apologized quickly.

But Scott just let a small amused breath out. "It's okay." He understood. That was the whole point of tonight. To be normal. A normal date as boyfriend and girlfriend with no werewolf or hunter dilemmas to come between them. It's what he wanted. "Here," he said as he ripped that photo free and gave it to her. A souvenir of their first normal date in a long time.

"Thanks," she said smiling at it as Scott gave her a peck on her forehead.

Lydia was off to the far end letting herself glide across the ice when something on it that caught her eye. She went over and bent down to see that it was a blue flower petal. She then noticed that there was another one a little further up. Followed by another. There were more, all moving on ahead like a trail. She followed it until it led to a flower actually planted in the ice. Lydia bent down to give it a better look. She had a feeling she knew what the flower was but she was having trouble recalling its name. Off to the side, she saw that there was some kind of shadow underneath the ice. She brushed off some loose flakes to see a man lying underneath. He then woke up and started thrashing around horribly.

Lydia then screamed out. The scream nearly made Stiles trip on the ice in shock. His eardrums painfully vibrated from the force of her scream. In the photobooth, Scott cringed a bit as the scream hit him. He and Allison ran out and headed for the ice to find Stiles grabbing onto Lydia who was screaming in terror and crying. He was trying to settle her and looked over them in panic.

They decided that they should probably leave then and there. Scott went to put all of their rentals away and Stiles went to re-lock everything. Allison was with Lydia in the bathroom as she leaned on a sink to try and steady herself. She heard a knock on the bathroom door and Allison opened it to find Stiles there.

"Is she okay?" he asked.

Allison then stepped out. "Still a bit shaken but she starting to calm down a bit," she said softly. "What happened out there?"

He just brought his shoulders up. "I don't know. She just kneeled down on the ice and started screaming out of nowhere."

"Then I guess it was a good thing you were there so quickly then," she said with a small smile.

But Stiles didn't smile back. He just cleared his throat. "Right. Well, I better finish cleaning everything up or Boyd will have my head."

He looked ready to bolt but Allison stepped after him. "Stiles, wait," she said before he could get away. Stiles stopped in his tracks but kept his back to her. "Could all this just stop? Why do you keep trying to freeze me out like this?"

"I don't know what you're talking about?" he tried to deny.

He turned to spare her a look and she narrowed her eyes at him. "Come on Stiles, you know what I'm talking about. You've been trying to avoid me and talk as little as you can to me ever since Formal. Look, I know that you think you can't trust me,"

"Scott tell you that?" he cut her off. But he didn't wait for her to answer and let a scoff loose. "Right, of course he did."

"He didn't need to say anything to me. It was obvious. Like when I tried to call you during the full moon and you didn't pick up."

"It was a crazy night. I was kind of busy," he tried to explain. "Besides, I had detention and Harris had my phone."

"I called you after that Stiles. And you hung up on me. I even texted you but you ignored me."

"Like I said. I was busy. You know, trying to save Isaac from the hunter that your family sent to kill him."

"I know and if you had answered your phone then you would've had me warn you that he was coming."

"Thanks but I already figured he was on my own. You would've only told me what I knew."

"You would've also known that I went to shoot an arrow at his leg to try and stop him."

Stiles widened his eyes for a moment before they fell again. "Yeah, well from what I saw, it didn't really do that much anyway."

"Stiles, I'm trying to help you. Both you and Scott. Okay. I know what happened to you in the woods might've freaked you out but I had nothing to do with it. You have to believe me."

His jaw tightened. "I do believe you. But, this isn't about what happened to me in the woods Allison. It's about what happened the night of Formal. You took your compound bow and went hunting for my best friend. Your boyfriend that you were slow dancing with only a few hours before and you helped your aunt try to hunt him down."

Allison's own jaw tightened. She didn't need him to bring that up. She still got chills thinking about that night. "I thought I was helping him. She said that we were just going to catch him?"

Stiles raised his eyebrows at her. "Catch him? Are you kidding me?" he added a little harshly. "Derek told me. Of how your Aunt Kate took you to see him chained up and hooked to wires to shock him in that cellar days before the Formal. Torturing him. Not to mention that you had seen your father try to make Scott into a human pancake in the parking lot a little before that. And you wanted to help them catch Scott? What did you think Hunters like them would do when they got him? Strap a flea collar around his neck and then let him go? Seriously," he spat out.

"I was scared and confused," she tried to explain.

"Were you?" he cut her off again. "Like you were with me?" Allison backed up a bit. "You didn't think I noticed? Before the Formal, how you were watching me? Keeping an eye on me? Your family suspected me and they told you about it, didn't they? What? Were you helping to watch me so that you could help them string me up like Derek was?"

"No," she said shaking her head.

"Really?" Stiles softly growled. He had a feeling that if Allison hadn't found about Scott or if he wasn't even a werewolf, she wouldn't be denying it so strongly. He ran a furious hand over his hair. "I better stop now because I might end up saying something I won't be able to take back." He started to walk off but he stopped again. "I will say this one last thing." He then turned to face her again. "I don't want anything to happen to Scott. But something will if you two keep sneaking around living this forbidden love fantasy of yours. Scott isn't some guy that your parents said you couldn't see because they think he's some kind of petty troublemaker. He's a werewolf and your parents hunt werewolves for a living. If your family finds out that you and Scott are still seeing each other, what do you think is going to happen? The worst that they'll do to you is yell at you and probably ground you for the rest of your school life. But Scott, they'll take his life. And if they do…I won't be held responsible for what happens next."

He then walked off leaving Allison looking after him with a pale and breathless look on her face.

It was morning at Beacon Hills High that following day and Erica was at her locker checking her make up on her mirror. She then heard footsteps come up and stop right behind her. She took a breath and turned around to face Scott was staring hard faced at her.

"Two's not enough for Derek. I know he needs at least three," he said to her. "So, who's next?"

Erica just smirked and turned back to close her locker. She then started to walk over to him. "Why does there have to be a next when we already have you? And Stiles too? Threesomes are so uneven anyway. Four is nice and even."

"Who's next?" he asked again.

Erica just scoffed. "You know, I didn't know what I looked like during a seizure until someone took a video of me once and put it online."

Scott shook his head. "I don't care."

But Erica kept going. "It happened during class. Starting seizing at my desk and everyone was saying how they should put something in my mouth until some genius reads the card on my key ring that tells them not to because it could break my teeth," she all but growled out.

"Erica," Scott tried again but she didn't stop.

"You know what happens next? I piss myself…and they start laughing. You know," she said moving in closer to him. "The one good thing about seizures is that I never remembered them. Until some billionaire jerk-off," she shouted and made Scott fall back and hit the lockers behind him. "Went and put cameras in everyone's phone." She then stroked Scott's chin. "Look at me now Scott." Scott looked away and Erica did too to see Allison watching them from down the hall. "Oh, that's right," Erica said looking back at him. "You only have eyes for her."

Scott grabbed her wrists and squeezed them. She gasped as Scott went and pushed her off. He looked over down the hall to see that Allison was already gone. The damage had been done.

Victoria Argent walked into her daughter's room and picked up a pair of jeans she left on the floor. She folded them and put them on the bed when her eyes went to a paper sticking out of one of her textbooks. Victoria pulled it out to see that it was a note and it read: Because I love you. Only one person could've given that to Allison. Victoria went to the kitchen and took a tight grip on one of the knives.

Before she knew it, she was at the hospital being stitched up by Scott McCall's mother.

"This is so embarrassing," she said eyeing her.

"Oh, not at all. I've seen far worse come through these doors," Melissa McCall said as she cleaned her cut. "We keep a pair of bolt cutters in the back. Trust me, you don't want to know what they're for," she chuckled.

Victoria smirked. "Let me guess, something about men and their egos?"

Melissa nodded. "Hmm, boys will be boys."

"Trust me, I know. I was a teacher for years at an all-boys private school."

"Oh," she said getting a needle ready.

"Oh, I don't need the anesthetic," she said stopping her.

Melissa widened her eyes. "Are you serious?" When Victoria nodded she put it down. "Okay."

"Speaking of boys, how's Scott?"

"Scott? Oh, he's just like any other teenager."

"Well I'm sure he was pretty devastated after the whole break up."

"He has been a little odd lately. Well, he's kind of always odd," Melissa added playfully. "But…he doesn't seem all that…"

"Heartbroken?" Victoria finished for her.

She nodded. "Well, maybe he just hides it well."

"Teenagers are quite good at hiding things…aren't they?"

Melissa looked over at Victoria. "Indeed," she nodded. "How about Allison? I'm sure she still is a little devastated over that whole thing with her aunt?"

Victoria nodded. "Yes, she loved Kate very much. Like she was her sister instead of her aunt."

"Yeah…and I'm sure everything that happened to Stiles might've helped with her and Scott's breakup. Nothing to complicate and hinder a relationship more then having someone in the middle, huh?" Melissa mused.

Victoria's face hardened. "Right. Of course."

Scott was sitting at a table when Allison went over and sat behind him at the opposite one so that they were back to back.

"I know how it looked but she came up to me," Scott started to try and explain.

She huffed. "I'm not jealous."

"You're not?" he asked a little disbelieving.

But Allison wasn't amused. "She's with Derek, isn't she? Like Isaac"

Scott's face fell. "Yeah. Looks like it."

"You can't get caught in the middle of this," she insisted. "Can't you see what's happening? My grandfather coming here. Derek turning Erica and Isaac. Stiles getting attacked and crippling those other hunters. It's like battle lines are being drawn."

"I know."

"There's always crossfire."

Scott turned his head a bit. "What am I supposed to do? I can't just stand by. I can't pretend to be normal."

Stiles words about Scott's life from last night seem to come back to her at full force. Allison let a breath loose. "I don't want you to be normal. I want you to be alive."

Stiles walked into the cafeteria and quickly spotted Scott. But he noticed that he looked to be talking but there was no one there. It made sense when the one sitting behind him turned her head and he caught her face. Allison. He let his ears zero in on their conversation for a bit until Scott got to the part about being normal. He blocked it out then. Stiles wondered when Scott would finally truly accept that they weren't normal and never were going to ever be. The fact that he had to talk to Allison like this, as well as their disaster of a double date last night was proof of that. As the thought of their double date came to mind, he looked over at Boyd's table to notice that his spot was empty. For some reason, his spine tingled. Boyd…lonely and private…much like Isaac and Erica were. He noticed that Derek's choices of recruiting pack members had a pattern to it. A pattern that Boyd fit into.

Stiles ran over to Scott just as Allison got up. She walked over and they nearly bumped into each other. Stiles backed up a step to let Allison through. She spared him a look before she went off and Stiles ran to Scott's side.

"Scott," he said before pointing on ahead. "You see that?"

"What? It's an empty table."

"Yeah, but whose empty table?"

It took a moment for Scott to process. "Boyd." He knew that Derek needed at least three betas. He already had two and now another teenager was missing. Scott started to stomp off down the hall with Stiles following right behind him. "I'm going to the ice rink and see if he's there. And if he's not at home then call me, got it?" Stiles just stopped walking with him and stayed still. He was looking down at the floor. "What?" he asked Stiles.

Stiles shrugged his shoulder. "I don't know. Maybe we shouldn't be doing anything."

"What are you talking about?"

"You said it yourself. Derek's giving them a choice. He's not forcing it on them like Peter did to us. If it's what Isaac, Erica and Boyd really want then I don't think we have any right to do anything about it. Maybe we should just let them."

"We can't." he said with a bit of a growl. "Are you serious?"

Stiles nodded. "Yeah. Scott, I think you're letting what happened to you speak for them. I mean look at Erica. She seems fine now. Actually, the word sensational comes to mind."

"And how fine do you think she'll look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" he hissed back at him.

Stiles gave Scott a look. 'Like you're one to talk,' he said silently. He wasn't going to back down because of that. "That doesn't change anything. Scott, we both rejected being in Derek's pack. We said that he wasn't our Alpha so he doesn't have any say in our lives, right? Well that works both ways. If he can't tell us what to do then we can't go around and start telling Derek what he can or can't do as an Alpha. As long as he lets it be their decision and his pack doesn't go around maiming or killing people then we aren't responsible."

"Yes," Scott hissed at him. "You know that things are going to get completely out of control if this keeps up and that does make me responsible. You too."

Stiles let a breath loose. "Alright, fine. I'll help you. I'll go by Boyd's house and you look for him at the rink. But Scott, please…do me one favor?"

"What is it?"

Stiles caught his face. "Just…don't pretend that you're doing this for Isaac, Erica and Boyd. Because we both know that this has nothing to do with them."

Stiles then walked off leaving Scott staring after him in confusion. What did Stiles mean by that?

Jackson was looking over the ruins of the old Hale House before he started to walk over to the front door. He glared at it.

"Derek," he choked out. But Derek didn't come out. "I know you can hear me," he hissed. "You owe me an explanation. I want to know why…why it didn't work " But there was still silence and Jackson couldn't take it any more. "Screw it," he breathed before he forced the door open and went in.

But before he could get more than a step in, his face met the barrels of two guns that were being held by two hard faced hunters. Jackson held his hands up in surrender and his face was pale in terror.

"Wait," Chris called out from the other room.

The hunters lowered their guns and went off to the side.

Jackson stepped in and saw that Derek's things were all gone. "What happened to him?" he asked. If Derek wasn't at his house then where was he?

"Good question. Now I have one for you Jackson, what are you doing here?" he asked with a bit of a pointed look.

Jackson suddenly remembered who it was he was talking to. Chris Argent, a hunter of werewolves, and he wouldn't like the thought that Jackson was trying to figure out why he didn't become one. "Uh…nothing," he tried to dismiss. "I was just…nothing."

But Chris grabbed on Jackson's shoulder. Hard. "Jackson," he said a little loudly as he escorted him towards the door. "I hope you're not still pursuing something that you shouldn't be…because I don't want to be forced to pursue you." That made Jackson's mouth drop a bit. "Stay out of this," he warned him as they got to the door. "You have so much good in your life. You're smart, good looking, captain of the lacrosse team."

"Co-captain," Jackson corrected.

Chris rolled his eyes at the kid and pushed him out the door. Jackson immediately took off leaving Chris to watch out after him. Jackson's mention of being co-captain made him think of the other one. And his friend.

Stiles pulled his jeep up to Boyd's house and he quickly went over to Boyd's front door and knocked. "Boyd. Are you home? It's Stiles. Look man, I'm wondering if you and I could talk for a second?"

Stiles listened in on the house and found no reaction to his attempts. He honed in his hearing and could pick up no heartbeats inside. No one was home. He guessed that meant that Boyd was at the rink. He turned around to head back for his jeep when his way was blocked by Erica.

"Wha…whoa," he said as he kept himself from falling over.

Erica smiled at him. She let a small laugh loose. "What are you doing here Stiles?"

"Oh," he shrugged. "Nothing. I'm just looking for-" he looked back over at the house.

"Boyd?"

"Yeah," he said looking back at her. "Boyd. I kind of have to talk to him about something. No big deal."

Erica nodded but her eyes narrowed at him. "It's funny."

"What?" asked Stiles.

"You know what you're doing right now?" Stiles widened his eyes as if to ask 'what?' "You're only looking at my eyes."

Stiles shook his head. "That's funny?" he said a little confused.

"Yeah. Because it's that kind of look that says that you're trying to look anywhere other than my eyes," she said with a smirk. "But you want to, don't you?"

Stiles let a snort loose. "Erica, the bite turned you into a werewolf. Not a bitch."

"Is that so?" she said taking a step closer to him.

"It's good that you have some new found self-confidence. I get it, believe me, but for your own good, try to express it in healthy doses," he offered before he made to move around her. "I have to get going. Excuse me."

But Erica held a hand to his chest to halt him. "You're not going anywhere," she barked changing her face from playful to rough.

He stepped back and huffed out. "And why not?" he asked her.

Erica then brought out her other hand to show a big metal part. "You're having car trouble."

She then swung it for Stiles' head.

Deaton rushed into his clinic when the alarm sounded. He got in and then shut the alarm off. He went into his back room to see that there was a body laid out on the metal table. There were deep incisions across his chest. Next to it was Chris Argent, who was waiting for him.

"I was wondering if you could give me a medical opinion on what killed this man," he asked the doctor.

Deaton narrowed his eyes at him. "I don't know if you saw the sign outside but this is just an animal clinic."

"I'm aware of that. And I'm also aware that you're not just a vet.

Scott got to the rink and saw Boyd was there. He was on the Zamboni putting a fresh layer of ice on.

"Boyd," he called out to him. "I just want to talk." But Boyd ignored him. "Come on Boyd. Please," he tried again. "Did Derek tell you everything?" he asked getting to the point. "And I don't mean going out of control on full moons. I mean everything?"

Boyd finally stopped. "He told me about the hunters."

Scott narrowed his eyes. "That's not enough for you to say no?" he asked in disbelief. "Whatever you want there's other ways to get it."

"I just don't want to eat lunch alone every day."

Scott shook his head. "If you're looking for friends then you could do…a lot better than Derek."

"That really hurts Scott." Both Scott and Boyd looked off to see Derek walking up with Isaac right next to him. Both of them smirking in his direction. "Especially since you're not really one to talk…are you?" Scott glared at them. "And if you're going to review me, at least take a…consensus." He then looked over at Isaac. "Isaac, how has your life been since we met?"

He shrugged. "Well, I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive but, other than that, I'm great."

Derek looked raised his eyebrow at Scott on that.

"Where's Erica?" he asked him.

Derek brought his bottom lip out a bit. "Erica? Oh, she's off somewhere, basking in the glory of her new life."

Isaac nodded. "Yeah. I think the word she told me that she described her new life was…transformative," he said smirking at Scott.

Isaac then started to step forward at Scott but he held his ground. "I wouldn't do that if I were you," he warned.

Isaac let a small laugh out. "I'm not scared of you Scott."

Scott then slammed his fists down on the ice and quickly shifted. "You should be," he said before he let a roar loose.

Isaac shifted in kind and jumped for him where he slammed him into the Zamboni. Boyd just stayed sitting, watching the chaos erupting in complete calmness. Isaac tried to claw at Scott's face but Scott grabbed his arm and pulled it forward. He then went and punched his face before bringing his leg up to the guy's face. Isaac fell down to his knees in pain before Scott brought his hand together and struck down on Isaac's back to knock him flat down onto the ice. Derek just let a sigh loose in response but was still smiling a bit.

"Don't you get it? He's not doing this for you or even for you," he said looking from Isaac on the ground to Boyd still on the Zamboni. "He's doing it for himself. It's all about power to him. You think he's giving you some great gift but all he's doing is turning kids into his guard dogs," he roared before he took the top of Isaac's jacket and threw him off so he would slide to Derek's feet.

He started to slowly approach Scott. Derek could see that Scott thought he had the upper hand in all of this and he needed to get it through Scott's head once and for all. He was through being nice to the kid. He brought his claws out, flared his red eyes out and shifted his face with a howl. He then went and clawed Scott's stomach and slammed into his face. Scott then threw a punch that made Derek take a step back. Scott brought his fists up to try and take Derek on but that made him just smile in savage amusement. Derek quickly went and attacked Scott. Punched him several times in the chest, stomach and face. He then grabbed him by the neck and lifted and slammed him back first into the ice. Scott coughed up some blood before Derek started to kick him at his chest and torso with vicious precision. He then held his foot at his throat to cut off his flow of air. Scott was helpless under him.

But then Derek let his foot go. He felt that he made Scott get the message loud and clear. He was powerless next to Derek. He didn't want to be in his pack and he now saw the consequences. He may be strong but he wasn't stronger than him and couldn't stop him. He gave Boyd a look as he headed over to Isaac to try and revive him.

Boyd hopped off the Zamboni and made to follow Derek.

"Don't," Scott gasped out at him. "You don't want to be like him."

Boyd looked at Scott and nodded. "You're right." He then lifted his shirt to show that there was already a bite mark there. "I want to be like you." He then went off after Derek who had already gotten Isaac back to his feet.

The two of them walked off with him leaving Scott writhing there on the ice and lamenting his failure.

Derek opened the door to the train depot and stepped inside first. "Welcome," he said to Boyd as they went in.

But then his smile dropped as he stepped into the light and caught the sight waiting for them. Isaac and Boyd were standing behind on either side of him as their faces fell in shock at the sight. It was Erica. And she was hanging upside in the air and was out cold. She was hanging by her leg in a wire that was hooked up to a harness. Derek let a frustrated puff from his nose. He knew who was responsible for this.

Over a mile away, Stiles was dragging his jeep along the road by hand. He was pushing from the driver's side door as he had the parking break off. The part that Erica pulled out kept his car from running and unfortunately could only be fixed at a garage. Stiles took a moment to rub the side of his head where she had hit him.

"Bitch," he muttered before he went back to pushing.

Erica hit him with that part but he remained on his feet when she did. He then quickly decided to go against his personal rule against hitting a girl and let Erica have it. He threw a solid punch to her face that made her let out a surprised yelp. She shifted her face at that and tried to strike at Stiles again with the part. Stiles grabbed her wrist and squeezed as well as twisted it back. She let out a pained yelp as she let it go and it fell to the concrete with a metallic thud. Erica tried to claw at him with her other hand but Stiles easily caught that one too with his other hand. His claws were out and they pierced into her skin and drew blood. She let out a squeal at the pain as her face went and shifted to normal. She looked into Stiles eyes as his flared gold at her before he slammed his head forward and knocked her out. He then went to throw her in the back of his jeep when he caught sight of the harness he took down after it hooked onto Scott. He didn't know what else to do with it so he decided to get rid of it along with her.

He hoped Derek appreciated his little surprise. He smiled a bit at imagining what Derek's face would be looking like now as he resumed in pushing his jeep down the road for the nearest garage.

Scott was in pain from Derek's assault and Deaton's place was the closest place to go to get medicine. Luckily, the doc was gone for the night so he could clean it in peace.

"Why aren't you healing?" he softly hissed at his wound.

"Because it's from an Alpha." Scott turned in shock seeing that Deaton was there. And next to him was a body on the metal table. "I think we better have that talk now."

Jackson was on the lacrosse field, letting out his frustrations with some solo practice. But it was doing little to make him feel better. Derek was gone. He had no way of finding him now. Isaac was in the wind and he was sure that Derek told Erica not to talk with him. And he couldn't go to Scott and Stiles because he knew that they would never help him. He was screwed.

He tried to throw another ball through the target but he missed it. He tried again but it didn't even touch it. He just threw himself back into his car and slammed his steering wheel. He pulled on it to vent out his rage and pain. He then prepared to drive off but his car seemed stuck. He slammed the steering wheel again in rage. This was all he needed to complete his day. He went to the back to try and push his car free from the mud that it was stuck in but he ended up loosing his footing and falling down. He slowly got up and caught his reflection on the hood. The sight of it brought him nothing but hate and loathing. He then went and pushed on his car again and lifted the back up a bit before he brought it back down. He took a breath and looked down in shock. He had just lifted his car. He did that. Maybe there was cause for hope after all?