The ride to school was awkward as Stiles and Sam were forced to take Isaac Lahey to school. Isaac hadn't said anything, but he was glancing at Sam through the rearview mirror.

"Whatcha been up to, Isaac?", Sam asked. Stiles looked at her in confusion. "Huh? Oh… nothing much. Helping out with my dad here and there.", the boy in the back responds.

"That's why you were at the graveyard with the police?", Sam curiously asked.

"I work the night shift and I was getting a grave ready for a funeral tomorrow when the backhoe I was in tipped over. Someone was digging up the graves.", he said.

"What the hell…" Sam sighed, "I thought it had something to do with Lydia."

"I heard she disappeared."

"She actually went missing in the hospital.", Sam corrected, "And everyone's looking for her like crazy."

"Sounds terrible.", Isaac replies in a monotone voice.

Sam laughed. "You sound like me."

"I don't hate Lydia, but I don't like her."

"You're better than me. I would've said good riddance, but Stiles isn't having it.", Sam says, glancing at Isaac in the rearview mirror. He wasn't looking at her, but she did take hint of the smile he tried to hide.

Sam wanted to fall asleep during this pop quiz Mr. Harris gave his students. With everything happening, she almost forgot everything. Chemistry was a pain in the ass and not her best subject.

She glanced over to see everyone else almost falling asleep or sweating.

She saw Jackson peeking at Danny's paper. Out of all things he "worked on", he still cheats. She rolled her eyes, turning back to her paper. "Dude. Your nose.", she heard Danny whisper to Jackson.

She looked up to see thick, black liquid running down Jackson's nose and dripping onto his quiz. Jackson pressed a hand to his nose, the black substance coming off on his fingertips.

She felt uneasy looking at it. That's what happened to her… What if it starts up again…??

His brows furrowed and a terrified expression washed over his face. Her eyebrows furrowed as well. Did Peter bite Jackson?? Did Derek?? She thought she and Lydia were the only ones that got bit.

Jackson shot up from his chair and ran out of the classroom with Mr. Harris shouting after him. Sam got up as well. "Miss Wilson, you sit down!", he yelled.

She frowned at the teacher. "I don't see you getting up to help him!", she say and rush out the room. She followed quickly behind Jackson and just as he barged into the boy's bathroom, and ducked in.

He was about to slam the stall door shut until she got in and locked it. His head was tilted upwards, and he had a hand squeezing his nostrils.

"Get out of here.", Jackson gruffed. He reached down and grabbed a wad of toilet paper, pressing it to his nose.

"Who bit you?", Sam pressed, grabbing more tissue. "I don't know what you're talking about.", he said. "Jackson, we talked about this shit, don't lie to me. The same thing happened to me when I got bit. Who bit you?", she repeated.

The blood seeped through the tissues. "Make sure no one sees.", he pleaded to me. "Why do think I'm here? Answer my damn question.", she said, grabbing more tissues and pressing them to his nose. The bleeding seemed to be getting worse.

There was a knock at the door causing Jackson and Sam to look at each other in shock. He mouthed 'Danny' to her. "He's fine Danny, go back to class.", she said, dismissively. Another knock sounded at the door. Harder this time.

"Just give me a second, okay?", Jackson called nasally. More blood dripped between her fingers. It wasn't stopping. The door began rattling. "Danny, what the hell!?", Sam exclaimed at his aggressiveness.

"Give me a freakin' second!", Jackson yelled. The two ended up throwing the black tainted toilet paper into the toilet, and it filled up quickly. The lock broke off of the stall and before they could react, they were yanked out of the stall.

Sam hit her head on the floor and groaned as she rubbed her head. "What the hell was that for?"

Her eyes widened as she recognized the same, familiar black shoes. Standing in front of her was Derek. He looked at her with a hardened look.

"Derek.", Jackson spoke shakily. Derek turned to the boy. "You're looking a little pale there Jackson. You feeling okay?", Derek asked, smug.

"You two are on a first name basis? Since when?", Sam asked, looking back and forth between them.

"Never better.", Jackson replied to Derek.

"If something's wrong, I need to know. You're with me now.", Derek declared and walked around Jackson.

"Wait, me? With you?", Jackson let out a sarcastic 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, no offense, but you don't exactly show outstanding leadership qualities."

Sam's eyes widened. So, he did go back and bite him. What the hell?

Sam got up hurriedly. Derek smiles at Jackson. "Is that so?" Derek retorted.

Jackson storms up to Derek. "Look I've got my own agenda which doesn't involve running around the woods at night howling at the moon with you and McCall. So why don't you just back the fu—"

Derek grabbed Jackson's face and looked at the side of his ear to see black blood dripping down it. Sam walked up to Derek.

"What is it? What's happening?" Jackson frantically asked.

"What did you do?", she hissed at Derek, who was glaring at Jackson.

"Your body's fighting the bite.", Derek said, in shock. Is that what hers was doing…?

"What's it mean?", Jackson asked.

Derek began backing up from the teens and towards the entrance of the bathroom into the shadows. "I don't know.", he said, unsure. His green eyes flickered to Sam and Jackson.

They were both fighting the bite. If she came out human and alive, what would happen to Jackson? If Derek wasn't sure, and he was the only Hale that didn't have the right answer, they were fucked.

"What does it mean?", Sam asked. Derek shook his head. "What does it mean!?" Jackson yelled.

With that, Derek disappeared out of the bathroom. Blood began dripping from Jackson's nose and his skin was paling quickly. Huffing, Sam left Jackson and went after Derek. Looking around in the hallways, she spotted him walking down the hallway.

"Hey!" Sam called and Derek turned around, "you don't get to walk away without an explanation to that shit!" She jabbed a thumb to the bathroom behind her and ran to him.

She looked around before harshly whispering to him. "You bit him?

"I need to strengthen my pack."

"And your first thought was to pick the biggest dickhead in Beacon Hills? Really?", she raised her eyebrows.

"He asked, I gave."

"Jackson can't get everything he wants just because, Derek!", she says, exasperated.

"Well, he might not."

"And who's fault is that shit? You can't just go around biting people you think are valuable assets because they're "strong". Now, he's fighting the bite.", she sighs harshly through her nose, dragging her hands down her face. "Is he going to die?"

"I don't know."

"He better not, hell, I'm glad I didn't die after my body fought it. Miracles only come once in a lifetime, Derek."

Derek nodded in agreement, and she sighed, rubbing her forehead. "Why were you stalking Isaac Lahey?", she asked, watching Derek get ready to defend himself. "And before you get defensive, he saw you, I sure as hell saw you and you almost got caught by the sheriff if you stayed there any longer."

Just before Derek could speak, the bell rang for the next period. His face contorted in frustration.

"I'll tell you later. Your house." He stormed out of the school just as students began flooding the hallways.

During the few minute break the students had between classes, Sam spotted Allison at her locker. Sam walked up to her. "Hi." Allison faintly smiled, covering up the sad look across her face. Sam leaned on a locker as Allison emptied her locker. "Hey."

"It was her aunt that killed all those people." A nearby girl in plaid shirt said excessively loudly.

"You mean that bitch that killed all those people?" Her friend asked obnoxiously with an ugly laugh. "Yeah! The fire, all those animal attacks, everything!", another girl exclaimed.

"Are you kidding me? I sit next to her in English.", someone cringed.

"Find a new seat.", Plaid shirt giggled.

Allison's face turned crimson red as she tried to not tear up. Sam sighed and started to storm up to those girls, but before she could, a dark blonde-haired boy with a camera around his neck came up to the girls.

Sam recognized him, but never bothered to know his name. "You know it's considered stupid to start talking about someone when they're three feet away from you? It's almost like you want the attention?", he said, walking by.

"How about y'all take your bitchiness to someone who wants it?", Sam chimed in, glaring at them. They frowned and walked away muttering under their breath. The boy smiled at Allison and Sam before walking away.

"Thanks.", Allison mumbled, wiping at her eyes.

Sam sighed, taking in her state. It annoyed her seeing her like this, but… "I'll help you with the funeral.", Sam says.

Allison's eyes widened. "I don't know why you would. She tortured you and Derek and almost--" She paused as Sam raised an eyebrow, giving her a knowing look.

Tears pooled in Allison's eyes, "I'm sorry. I loved her, I did. And hearing all this makes me so sad. I know she was a bad person but I still remember her as my fun and carefree aunt. I'm being selfish, I'm sorry. Between this and Lydia disappearing I've barely had a second to think and I haven't even asked how you've been.", she rushed, starting to blubber.

Sam sighed and pulled her into a hug. "I got you. She was still family. I understand."

Allison whimpered. "I can't do the funeral today; I can't do it alone."

"Your parents will be there. The others, your other family, will be there.", Sam reassured.

She shook her head. "Scott can't be there, Lydia's missing… I feel so alone, and I'm scared, I can't do it."

Her crying swayed Sam. Just a bit. She was still on edge since she shot her with an arrow, but…

"Like I said, I'll help. Despite your parents' discomfort with that, I'll go anyway.", Sam says, fighting the urge to roll her eyes. She was grieving. This wasn't the time for her pettiness.

"I just need mental support from my friend. I've been a wreck this whole week, my life's falling apart.", she sighed. "I can convince my parents. You were friendly with Kate before it all happened, so I could get them to think about it.", she whimpered.

"Just lemme know the time, yeah?", Sam says, letting her go.

"Four-thirty. Thank you, thank you, thank you."

After reluctantly calling her parents, Allison finally got them to say yes.

Sam sighed as she walked in the house, her mom looked at her. "Why do you look like you're going to a funeral?", she asked. Sam frowned. "Funny you should ask that."

Her mom's eyes widened. "You are!? To whose?" Sam raised an eyebrow. "You haven't heard of Kate Argent's death?"

Her face shifted to annoyance. "Hers? Why?"

Sam crossed her arms. "Well, she's Allison's aunt and she's really upset. So, I told her I'd be there to comfort her."

She gave her daughter a sad smile as she walked up to her to place a hand on her shoulder. "You're sweet for that. You shouldn't give your kindness to everyone."

Sam smiled at her. "I know, mom. Unfortunately, I had to be nice today.", she says and walk upstairs. The moment she walked in her hroom, she noticed the window was open as she closed her door.

She turned to her left to see Derek standing behind the door, leaning on the wall.

"Your mom's right, y'know.", he says and gets off of the wall, walking to her desk and sits down. "I'm not even gonna ask how or why you got in here before telling me.", Sam says, walking to her closet to find something black to wear.

Why is black the color of death? If the person you're putting down in the ground is so good, shouldn't we wear white? Does black always have to mean death?

"I can't believe you're going to Kate's funeral. Did you already forget that she tried to kill the both of us?", he barked.

Sam's eyes widened as she snapped at him. "Shut up.", she hissed, peeking out of her closet and looked at her door. They didn't hear anything from her mother and Sam frowned at him. "I remember every fucking detail. Down to the nitty gritty.", she expressed with wide eyes.

"Sam."

She came out of the closet with a black dress and dress shoes, throwing the dress on her bed and shoes on the floor. "Look. She's grieving. She was manipulated into this too, as much as I don't like it. Of course, I don't like Kate, hell, good riddance to the bitch. But Allison's upset and overwhelmed, plus she was manipulated into this shit and it almost cost her life. Scott can't exactly go and Lydia's missing, so I'm just the replacement for both."

He huffed, turning away from her. Sam's frown softened into a sympathetic one. "Derek.", she calls, gaining his attention. "This isn't for Kate. Not at all. Not even for Chris and every other Argent. I'm doing this for Allison. Once this god-awful funeral is done, I'll come back, and we can talk about whatever. Promise."

He sighed and shook his head. "Fine.", he gruffed. "Nothing else afterwards. You go to that funeral and come back.", he ordered. Sam nodded.

Derek had dropped her off at the funeral and she had to push her way through reporters who were shooting questions at Chris Argent.

All of Allison's household were there, and so were the others. There was an older man talking and hugging Chris. He was unrecognizable. Allison caught Sam's eye and rose from her seat to rush to her with tears in her eyes. She engulfed her in a tight hug and Sam returned it. "Thank you so much.", Allison said.

"I told you, I'd be coming.", Sam says, giving her a sympathetic smile. Allison led her to the funeral seats. Sam said my condolences to Mr. and Mrs. Argent, who looked at her with uncertainty in their eyes. She wished she could leave.

Most of the Argent family seemed to have older bald men. Sam got to meet the eldest mystery man here.

"You're not part of the Argent family.", he said, skeptically. And she was grateful she wasn't. Sam held out her hand. "I'm Samantha. I'm sorry for your loss."

"She's my best friend, she came for support.", Allison chimed.

The older man nodded. "How thoughtful. Gerard." He took Sam's hand and shook it while carefully studying her. It creeped her out. "Also known as Allison's long-lost grandfather.", he smiled.

"Nice to meet you.", Sam returns the smile while also dying inside.

As Sam moved around with Allison, she felt Gerard's eyes on her back. Did he know everything? Maybe he didn't know? Sam sighed as she took a seat in the back. She was right behind Allison and there were other Argent members to her right.

To her left, there was a free seat. Were they supposed to leave free seats at the funeral for the dead person to come and watch or something? Just the thought of Kate's spirit sitting beside her, creeped her out.

She almost felt bad at their show of remorse and sadness for the dead. Almost.

"Attending the funeral of the woman that tortured and tried to kill you? You can't be this weak.", she heard someone whisper in her left ear. She looked to see no one there. The voice sounded familiar.

She sunk in her seat, now even more uncomfortable.

"The woman kidnapped you, tortured you and your boyfriend for two days, and pointed a gun at your head yet you go to her funeral? I still don't get it.", Stiles asked as they walked out of the police station the day after the funeral.

"Shut up, Stillinski.", Sam grumbled. "You can't get mad at me because you let your guilt get to you.", he chuckled as they got to his jeep.

"The crazy thing is, I have nothing to be guilty of other than the fact I punched her. That's it.", Sam says, exasperated.

Scott, Stiles, and Sam were previously held in those interrogation rooms for hours. Turns out Lydia was found late last night. Or, rather, she found the police herself.

While they were at another crime scene, she emerged from the woods, completely naked and utterly confused, not remembering a thing from her rendezvous.

They were questioned on her disappearance even though they weren't suspects. But the Sheriff thought they were all "friends" and the cops needed to know if the teens had thought she had been planning on running away, taking any drugs, acting unusual, or any other crazy stuff. No one keeps tabs on her.

Well… maybe except Stiles.

A rumble of thunder sounded as the boys, and Sam walked to Stiles' car. "Looks like it's gonna storm.", Scott sighed, looking up at the black clouds. "What gave it away, the thunder or the black clouds?", Stiles sarcastically asked.

Scott pushed him with a smile. "Have you heard from Derek today?", he asked Sam. Sam shrugged. "Earlier, but not tonight. I guess he had some things to do." They were supposed to talk yesterday, but he didn't come back. Only shot her a text that he was looking out for some stuff.

The trio looked up to the sky as the sky drizzled before it turned into rain, and the rain turned into a downpour.

"If it's not one thing, it's a fucking nother!", Sam yelled over the heavy rain, now frustrated. By the time they got in Stiles' car, they were coldly rushing to Sam's house.

After arriving, they all ran inside, huffing and shaking from the rain. Sam ran to go get some towels.

"Well that was unexpected.", Stiles muttered as she came back with three towels.

"Agreed.", Scott said, as she handed him and Stiles towels.

"Tea's in the pantry if you guys want to warm up.", Sam grumbled, drying her face and quickly curling hair.

"Sam, you think I can spend the night here? I don't feel like going home with my dad not there and the whole Lydia thing and—", Stiles rambled.

Sam look at him in confusion. "Dude, you already know you can stay here.", she says, as she wrung her hair into the towel.

He smiled and headed over to the fake chimney they had. It did its job as a heater though. Sam sighed and walked back upstairs to get some clothes for her and them.

As Sam got undressed and dressed into better clothes, she went to wash her face. "He's losing control…can't you feel it…?", she heard and looked up in the mirror to see a woman's face over her shoulder.

Sam screamed, flinching away and stumbling in the corner of her sink.

"Sam!? Sam, what happened!?" She heard the boys rush into her room and scrambled in their arms, looking around frantically.

"There was-- She-- I-", Sam stuttered and Scott rubbed her back. "Hey, hey, relax. No one's here."

She looked around and he was right. There was no one but them. "You sure you weren't just thinking about Kate?", Stiles asked. Sam snapped her attention to him. "Why the hell would I be thinking of that bitch? That's not who I heard or saw."

Stiles shrugged and Sam sighed. They helped her up and she looked around as she rushed to get them clothes they left over and handed them the clothes. They took turns going into the bathroom to change before they left downstairs to sleep.

The next morning, Coach Finstock had the team huddled on the field and San walked over to Scott and Stiles who had an extremely worried expression on their faces.

"What's up with you two?", she asked.

"There's another.", Scott hushed to her.

Her eyes widened. "Another? Another werewolf?"

"Yeah, I could sense him in the locker room." If he was in the locker room, that meant he was on the team. Sam looked around and found Jackson warming up as he smirked at her. He looked completely fine.

Shit. If he was turned, he could hear everything we're saying.

Sam looked back at the boys. Maybe this wasn't the time to tell them about Jackson's bite. She couldn't, they'd be upset at Derek and get pissed at her for not telling them.

"We're thinking of a plan to find out who it is though.", Stiles explained.

"Okay, good luck.", Sam says as Scott and Stiles went over to the bleachers to finish putting their gear on. When she turned around, she jumped as Isaac Lahey was standing directly behind her. "Fucking-- Isaac-!" She sighed, placing a hand over her chest.

When did he get here? He just stared at her. That black eye he had two days ago had disappeared completely. Her brows furrowed as he continued to stare at her.

"You. You're one too.", he suddenly said. "One? Isaac, what the hell are you talking about?", Sam asked in confusion.

"You smell like him.", he says. Smell…? Her eyes widened in realization. Derek, you didn't…

"Isaac—"

Coach blew his whistle and with one last long look at her, Isaac walked away. So if it wasn't Jackson, then it was Isaac.

Sam rushed over to where Scott and Stiles had just gotten up from. They were in a deep conversation while Scott was putting Danny's goalie gear on.

"Guys, we have a problem. Big problem." They looked at her confused, but Finstock blew his stupid whistle again.

"McCall, Stilinski, Wilson let's go!" He yelled. Sam sighed. This wasn't good.

"Tell us after practice, Sam. Let's go.", Stiles sighed and jogged off to the field.

"No, Stiles-" Sam yelled after him. Stiles' brilliant idea to find out who the new wolf was, was to switch Scott with Danny's goal position.

Scott was running from his position inside the goal, tackling every lacrosse player to the ground and smelled them. Sam and Stiles could only watch in embarrassment.

Scott tackled Danny and proceeded to sit on top of him, taking in how he smelled as all the other players looked at him strangely.

"It's Armani.", Danny said as Stiles and Sam walked up to Scott. "What?", Scott asked, perking up.

"My aftershave. Armani.", Danny repeated.2

"Oh… It's nice.", Scott smiled. Stiles and Sam2 laughed as Finstock proceeded to yell at Scott about how if he came out of the goal again, he'd be doing suicide runs till he died.

"Coach, my shoulder's hurting. I'm gonna sit this one out.", Jackson said while staring directly at Scott. Jackson headed towards the bleachers, taking a seat. Sam frowned, glaring at Jackson.

It was Isaac's turn, and he was breathing heavily. The team watched as the two both charged at each other and suddenly a sickening sound of the two bodies crashing together echoed around the field. Scott and Isaac both landed on the ground panting heavily.

Sam started to run over at them before she heard someone talk. Looking to her left, she could see Stiles' dad and two other cops coming onto the field. Shit.

She heard them say "Lahey" and she booked it for Scott and Isaac. "Get up now.", she ordered the two. Isaac looked at her with pleading eyes. "Please don't tell them."

"Did Derek turn you?", Sam rushed. He nodded sheepishly. She wanted to ask more but Stiles' dad came up to them.

"Isaac Lahey, I need a few questions." Isaac hesitantly followed, Coach Finstock following along too.

"How'd you know?", Scott asked.

"He came up to me and asked if I was 'one too'. I saw him and Derek looking at each other two days ago. It all clicked when he said I smelled like 'him'.", Sam rushed.

They stared at me in shock. The entire lacrosse team watched Isaac getting questioned from afar. Scott was using his super hearing to listen to it.

"His father's dead. They think he was murdered.", Scott informed his friends with wide eyes.

"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles wondered.

"I'm not sure…why?", Scott asked.

"They can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours.", Sam informed them. Stiles looked at her with wide eyes. "Just because you're the sheriff's kid doesn't mean I couldn't learn.", she shrugged.

The boys continued talking about how they should get him out, that Isaac had the urge to kill, and Scott didn't. As Isaac was being escorted away, he looked back at them, begging with his eyes.

Sitting in chemistry, Sam couldn't help, but wonder why Derek thought to turn Isaac.

Sam sighed, writing down the notes and she saw a balled piece of paper fly past her. She looked behind her to see Scott and Stiles looking at her with wide eyes.

The class erupted in laughter as Mr. Harris yelled, holding the back of his head. When Harris asked who was responsible for the action, the two boys behind her pointed at each other. "Principal's office, now.", Harris ordered. "You too, Miss Wilson."

Sam gaped at the man, making more students laugh. "What!?", Sam yelled. "What'd I do!?"

"You associate yourself with these two. Now, go.", he says. Sam looked at Scott and Stiles and stood up as they took their stuff and left.

"I'm gonna fuck you two up.", Sam threatened, crossing her arms as they sat outside the principal's office. "Why are we here?"

"Jackson's with my dad talking about Isaac. We can persuade him not to say anything bad or not true.", Stiles explained. Sam looked at him in disbelief.

"You couldn't find a better way to skip class??", she fussed. Scott's head tilted as he listened in. He stopped as soon as the door opened and out came the Sheriff. Stiles immediately picked up an issue of Cosmo and tried to shield his face from his dad as he looked at the trio.

She shook her head at his father as he looked back at them in confusion. Sheriff Stilinski opened his mouth to say something to his son but closed it. "Sam, Scott.", he greeted before walking away. "Boys," a familiar voice greeted.

Her heart dropped. "Come on in." Gerard Argent smiled at us from the door. How did this old fuck become the principal? The office smelled like cedar wood mixed with old, mildewed books.

She thought it'd have more...school spirit. She noticed three files with the names "Scott McCall, Samantha Wilson" and "Stilinski" on it were written across the tabs in neat handwriting.

They were sitting in a room with Gerard, our new principal. Stiles was sitting to the right of me, jiggling his thigh nervously. Scott sat on my left, perfectly still, aside from the heavy, and slow rise and fall of his chest.

And Sam, resting her cheek on her fist, fighting the urge to be nervous. This man creeped h er out. Something wasn't right, why was Grandfather Argent their new principal? This was both unlucky and too convenient for them and the hunters.

"Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished but I see you have become quite the star athlete. Mr. Stilinski, perfect grades but little to no extra curriculars. You should try lacrosse.", Gerard suggested. Stiles raises his hand. "I'm actually already—"

"And Miss Wilson; fair grades but not too many extracurricular activities. No suspensions, very little detentions and most importantly the best friend of my granddaughter. Very good."

"Yeah, I'm—", he also cut her off. "Hold on, McCall, you're the Scott that dated my granddaughter.", Gerard realized. Scott gave him a nervous smile. "We were dating, but not anymore. Not seeing any of each other, or not doing anything with each other. Y-oh." He groaned and sighed.

"Nice, McCall.", Sam mumbled.

"Relax, Scott. You look like you're about to crack a cyanide brick with your teeth." Gerard laughed. "Hard breakup.", Scott replied.

"Listen guys, I may be the principal but I don't want you to think of me as the enemy.", Gerard said. Huh.

"However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers and someone's going to have to stay behind for detention to take the fall."

Scott and Sam looked to Stiles, who was playing with his nails. Stiles looked at his friends and realized what was going on, and pouted. He was taking the fall.

The bell for next class rang and Gerard continued talking. We were losing time to get to Isaac. He was still being held in a cop car.

"Listen, Mr. Argent, I know checking this school behavior thing is important and all, but we've got to get to class so if we could do this a different time, that'd be great.", I said, standing up and grabbing my bag, slinging it over my shoulder.

"I think we'll also be having an attitude check in the near future as well.", Gerard said, frowning, "but go ahead you three, detention for you with Mr. Harris, Mr. Stilinski."

Class was already in session by the time they got out of the office, but Scott understood why she had said that to Gerard. They were running out of time.

The two of them ran down the hall and out of the school to go find Isaac. The second they busted through the front doors, the police pulled off with him in their cars.

Sam growled in frustration. Scott and Sam turned around to go back to class. There was nothing they could do now. As they turned back around, there was a screech of tires behind them. They looked to see Derek in his car. "Get in.", he ordered, looking at the two through sunglasses.

"What!?", Sam exclaimed. "Are you serious?", Scott asked, loudly. Derek raised his eyebrows as a yes.

"You did that, that's your fault.", Sam says, pointing to where the cops pulled off. "I know that. Now get in the car, and help me!", he yelled back. "No, I've got a better idea. I'm gonna call a lawyer, because a lawyer would actually have a chance to get him out before the moon goes up!", Scott cried.

"Not when they do a real search of the house.", Derek countered as they walked up to the car. "What do you mean?", Scott asked.

"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse. A lot worse.", Derek said. Scott and Sam looked at each other and rushed in the car.

"Gerard is gonna shit on me after this." Sam complained as they left. They had to wait a few hours to go in since the house was crawling with police. It was dark now, and after they slid under the police caution tape, they entered the dark home with a flashlight.

"Who killed Isaac's dad?", Sam asked Derek. "I don't know.", he replies.

"Then how do you know he didn't kill him?", Scott asked.

"Because I trust my senses. And it's a combination of them, not just your sense of smell.", Derek said. Scott stopped walking, looking at Derek who had a blank expression on his face. "You saw the lacrosse thing today." Sam bit her lip to keep from smiling. Derek said, "yeah."

"Did it look that bad?", Derek put a hand on Scott's shoulder and looked at him. "Yeah."

She looked away to laugh to herself. After looking all over, Derek led us to the basement. He opened the door for them, and Scott scanned the room with his flashlight.

"You want to learn how to follow your senses? Start now.", Derek instructed. Scott went down the stairs first, Sam was next, and Derek followed. "What's down here?", Scott asked as we moved in the dark. "Motive.", Derek plainly said.

"You could at least tell us what we're looking for.", Sam said and felt off immediately. This place looked like a creepy horror movie basement. "I wanna leave now.", she sang.

There was only one window, and the moonlight that barely shone in the room hardly helped. The basement was filled with old chairs, boxes, and definitely a lot of dust. She passed by a creepy looking doll and a coat rack holding a black suit bag. There were machines sitting on an old wooden table, it didn't help that they were taken apart.

In the back, she could see a broken lamp or two and a taxidermized hawk.

Gross.

Derek stopped at the base of the stairs while Scott and Sam were investigating. All of this stuff looked dusty and untouched, so why were they down here?

"So…what happened down here?", Sam asked. "The kind of thing that leaves an impression.", Derek eerily said. She turned to him with an unamused look. "Really? Can you be more vague?", Sam asked sarcastically before turning to a broken mirror. Weren't broken mirrors bad luck…? She walked over to it, crouching onto the ground and ran her fingers over a broken glass.

She frowned as she took out her phone and shone the flashlight over it. There were spots of blood on the mirror pieces. She looked up and saw Scott by a wall, tracing his fingers over something. They spotted the same item: a freezer chest. Scott was by the front of it and Sam was on its right side.

What the hell…It's reasonable to have a freezer chest in the house if your fridge is full but… it was even creepier down here.

"Open it.", Derek ordered Scott, seeing him playing with the lock. He got it open, and they lifted the top open to examine the inside as Derek flashed the light around to show them.

There were scratches engraved in the plastic, like someone was scratching them and there was blood on trailed from the scratches. Holes were poked in the roof of the chest as there were more bloody scratches at the top.

Her heart dropped in realization. "No fuckin' way…"

This entire time….The bruises, the scratches, the black eyes… Isaac had been abused by his father. This was a torture chamber. Sam looked at Derek. "That's why he said yes to you. He was abused."

"Everyone wants power.", Derek said. Scott shook his head. "If I help you, you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into werewolves. You told me not to.", Scott scolded. "I can if they're willing.", Derek protested.

"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?", Scott asked. Derek continued to nod. "Yes and he still asked for it.", Derek said.

"Then he's an idiot!", Scott exclaimed in displeasure. "And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter!", Derek combatted. Scott looked at Sam in shock. Sam gaped at him. "Why do you keep looking at me like I just be running my mouth? I said, I'd snitch but I was joking."

Derek gave her a look. "So, you knew the entire time, anyway?" She looked at him, challenging. "We're gonna keep passing the blame game?? You want me to finish it?", she threatened with raised eyebrows.

"Regardless, how long do you think it's going to take for them to find out? You saw what happened to an Omega, with me you learn how to use all of your senses. With me you learn control," Derek picked up one of Scott's shaking hands, "even on a full moon."

His claws had come out. Scott snatched his hand back. "If I'm with you, I lose her."

"You're gonna lose her anyways. You know that.", Derek said and turned to walk away. Scott stopped him with a conflicted 'wait'. "I'm not part of your pack, but I want him out. He's my responsibility too. Not because he's one of us, because he's innocent."

Derek sighed out of his nose and they left the crime scene. "Where are you going?", Sam asked. "I've got a plan, let's go.", he replied.

Stiles was kinda on thin ice with his dad which probably wasn't the best idea for this.

"The problem is getting past the front desk.", Stiles huffed, as we watched the receptionist play with the coffee machine through the window of the police station.

Derek, Stiles, and Sam were sitting in Stiles' car waiting for a chance to launch into action.

"I'll distract her.", Derek replied, making them look at him strangely.

"Whoa-whoa-whoa!", Stiles grabbed Derek's shoulder as he tried to climb out of the Jeep. "You? You're not going in there."

Derek glanced between Stiles' face and the hand that was set on his arm and back twice, warning him with his eyes. "I-I'm taking my hand off.", Stiles said, snapping his hand back.

"I was exonerated.", Derek cleared, sitting back in the car. "You're still a person of interest."

"An innocent person.", Derek emphasized. Stiles almost choked on his spit, amused. "In-- you? Yeah. Right." Stiles barked a laugh. "Ok, fine, what's your plan?"

Derek looked at him in confusion. "To distract her."

"Uh-huh, how? By punching her in the face?", Stiles said, making Sam look at him with wide eyes. "Stiles, what…?"

Derek gave a low, confused chuckle. "By talking to her."

"Ok, alright, give me a sample. What's your opening?", Stiles asked. Derek didn't say anything. "Dead silence.", Stiles nodded. "That should work beautifully." Stiles said. "Any other ideas?"

Derek paused. "I'm thinking about punching you in the face.", he said. Stiles frowned. Sam shook her head. "Just… go, please."

Derek left the jeep and walked in the station. Stiles and Sam ran out and hid behind one of the closed doors and listened in. At one point, Stiles peeked his head in.

"Hi.", Derek gave the receptionist a sweet smile. She smiled after greeting Derek. "I had a question, I, uh, I was just a little thrown. I wasn't expecting someone…" The receptionist smiled. "Like me?", she giggled.

Sam rolled her eyes as Stiles and Sam took this opportunity to sneak into the hallway. "Well I was going to say so incredibly beautiful but yeah, I guess that's the same thing.", they hear Derek say. "Where's this charm when he's talking to us…?", Sam whispers to Stiles, making him smile.

Stiles pulled her into the hallway and into his dad's office. Stiles punched in the code for his dad's lock box and took off the top, except the keys weren't there. Their eyes widened as they could hear jingling in the hallway. They rushed out and began following the noise. Stiles and Sam turned down another hallway and ran into a deputy.

"Oh, uhh, just looking for my—", Stiles started but Sam stopped him, and pointedly looking at the deputy's leg. There was an arrow in it, one she recognized so well. This wasn't a deputy; it was an Argent hunter. The hunter looked up from his leg to Sam and Stiles.

"Go—", She tell Stiles, but the hunter grabbed her by the back of her shirt and pulled her towards him. She swung to hit him, but he slammed his fist into her face before grabbing her once more, turned her around and cupped a hand over her mouth.

There was a syringe in his other hand and Sam instantly grabbed his shirt, flexing to flip him over her shoulder. She quickly pulled a fire alarm to get the receptionist' or Derek's attention. The shrill alarm blared around the whole station. All their eyes fell on the opened cell that Isaac wasn't in.

Shit.

They heard a scream and growls. The two watched as Isaac threw the hunter around and Stiles pulled Sam away to scurry up and hide in the corner of the room. Isaac roared loudly and broke the hunter's arm. Then he slammed the man's head against the wall, knocking him out.

There was the sound of glass breaking, then suddenly Derek was in the room. He had stomped on the wolfsbane filled needle. Isaac growled at him and then glanced at Stiles and Sam.

He got ready to charge at them until Derek sent out a wall shaking roar. Isaac scurried away into the corner with a yelping sound. He was quivering and he looked back towards them, back to normal but with fear and tears in his eyes.

"How'd you do that?", Sam asked. Derek turned towards Stiles and Sam. "I'm the Alpha.", he said.

"What the hell's going on in here?", they heard Stiles' dad shout from down the hall. Sam looked at Derek in panic. "Go.", she mouthed. Derek took Isaac and disappeared.

The alarm shut off and three officers including Stiles' dad came into the holding room. Their eyes glanced from Stiles, to Sam, to the hunter on the floor. And finally they looked at the empty cell behind them.

"Uh, he did it.", Stiles said, pointing to the man.