THEY WERE TRAPPED INSIDE THE SCHOOL. Well, they couldn't go outside because the second that they did, they would most likely be torn apart by the giant wolf waiting for them. They ran into one of the classrooms and pushed the teacher's desk into the door, barricading. Wren pointed out how that wasn't going to stop it, but the boys just glared at her. Stiles sighed, "It's your boss."

"No. That can't be," Scott responded, shaking his head. He was clearly in denial because it was too much of a coincidence for it to not be Deaton.

"Oh, come on! He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek twenty feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?" the Stilinski boy argued, and when he friend still didn't believe him, he whisper-shouted, "He killed Derek."

The werewolf just continued to not believe it, and Wren had not realized that he was so close to Deaton that he would defend the man like that. "No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead."

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury," Stiles scoffed, rolling his eyes. Wren was still processing everything that had just happened, and she wanted to bang her head against the wall. She did not have the energy to survive that night. "He's dead, and we're next."

"Is it possible that it was Derek? That he tricked us somehow?" Scott questioned, and Stiles stared at the boy in disbelief, wondering how the freaking hell his best friend was trying to act like it was just some optical illusion.

Wren shook her head. She would've noticed if Derek had been doing anything suspicious. He wouldn't have wanted one of them to stay with him if he was planning something like that. "It can't be him. I was with him that entire time."

"Well, you're not always completely there all the time, Wren," Stiles pointed out, which was completely unnecessary. What was up with him that night? He wasn't the most sensitive person, but he usually had more sense than that.

She scoffed in complete and utter disbelief. Why did he switch sides all of a sudden just so that he could say that? Her saying that Derek was with her the whole time helped his case, so why was he bitching about it? "What the hell does that mean?"

"Stiles, shut up!" Scott finally snapped. He had had it with the Stilinski boy's bullying of their friend. Sometimes she could take it, but she was clearly not in the mood for it at that moment. She looked like she was about to rip his head off. "Wren, are you sure that you didn't maybe space out or imagine something?"

Her angry gaze then immediately shifted to him. She expected it from Stiles, but not him. "I didn't hallucinate, Scott! If this were anybody else, you wouldn't be asking me this! We just saw a completely separate werewolf stab Derek and throw him. You do not get to make me feel crazy."

"Okay, just... What do we do?" Scott asked, wanting to change the subject.

Stiles answered, "We get to my jeep. We get out of here. You seriously think about quitting your job. Good?"

So, they actually couldn't get to Stiles' jeep for multiple reasons. The biggest one being that the freaking Alpha had torn the battery out of it and thrown it through the window at them. So, that was something. They then hid in the locker room where the janitor was torn to pieces in front of them. Also, at some point during that time, someone had texted Allison from Scott's phone, and she arrived with Jackson and Lydia to come help them.

So, that was how they ended up in a chemistry classroom with the three of them and panicking. Allison looked around frantically as the boys pushed a desk in front of the door because that worked so well last time. "What was that? Scott, what was that?"

"What came out of the ceiling?" Lydia questioned as well. She had yet to even look at the Carter girl who was silently standing in the corner of the room. She was too tired and did not have enough energy for any of it, especially dealing with her former best friend.

Scott just began grabbin chairs to put on top of the desk. "Will you just help me? The chairs — stack the chairs." Allison, Jackson, and Lydia all began helping him while Stiles and Wren continued to hang back, being unhelpful.

"Guys, can we just wait a second? You guys, listen to me, w—" Stiles interjected, but no one was listening to him. "Can we wait a second? Guys? Stiles talking. Can we hang on one second, please?" He looked over at Wren for help, but she just shrugged and smirked at him. He should've thought about that before he said all of those things. "Helloooooo!" Finally, when the four teenagers finished with what they were doing, Stiles got their attention. "Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now... What should we do about the twenty-foot wall of windows?"

"Can somebody please explain to me what's going on, because I'm freaking out here. And I would like to know why. Scott?" the Argent girl questioned, looking over to the McCall boy in search for some kind of answer.

Stiles revealed, "Somebody killed the janitor." Scott and Wren shot him a look because the others freaking out and panicking was something that was not necessary in that moment.

All eyes in the room shot to him, some angry, some confused, some terrified. Lydia seemed to be a mix of all three as she shook her dead in denial. "No, no, no, no. This was supposed to be over... The mountain lion killed—"

"No, don't you get it? There wasn't a mountain lion," Jackson scoffed, rolling his eyes.

Although Wren was not Lydia's biggest fan at that point in time, the one thing that she could not tolerate was men — or in Jackson's case, boys — thinking they're gifts of nature and they can just scoff at their girlfriends. So, she spoke up for the first time since they arrived. "You don't have to be rude, bitch."

Everyone looked at her, kind of shocked, and Jackson looked extremely offended, like he was a perfect angel that had never had anything rude said to him in his life. Wren missed it, but behind his back, a grin spread across the Martin girl's face. However, it only distracted them for a moment before they remembered everything going on.

"Who was it? What does he want? What's happening?" Allison asked once again, and when no one answered, she yelled, "Scott!"

"I — I don't know. I just— If we go out there, he's gonna kill us," Scott replied hesitantly. He was clearly freaking out, and his friends were being no help whatsoever. He turned to the blonde girl in the corner to help him out.

She simply shrugged, feigning confusion and helplessness. "Don't look at me. You can't trust me. I might have just hallucinated all of it."

"Who? Who is it?" Allison quizzed.

The name that came out of Scott's mouth was a shock to everyone, even him. "It's Derek. It's Derek Hale." Wren's head snapped toward him in disbelief. If Derek wasn't dead, he was going to murder Scott. The McCall boy just made him a freaking fugitive. There were a number of outbursts, and he continued, "I saw him. Derek killed them. Starting with his own sister. The bus driver and the guy in the video store. It's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us. And if we don't get out now, he's going to kill us, too."

"Call the cops," Jackson told them simply, wondering why the hell that had not done that already.

Stiles shook his head. "No."

"Wh-what do you mean, 'no'?" the Whittemore boy asked incredulously. There was literally a murderer in the building, or so he thought. Well, it was a murderer, but there was nothing that the cops would be able to do abou it. And Stiles didn't want his dad getting involved because he could get hurt.

"I mean, no. You wanna hear it in Spanish? No," the Stilinski responded, saying that last part with an accent. He sighed as Allison, Lydia, and Jackson stared at him like he was completely and utterly insane. "Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."

Jackson looked like his head was genuinely going to fall off, and it was so funny. "Your dad is armed with an entire Sheriff's department. Call him."

"I'm calling," the redhead — it's freaking red hair, Lydia, just own it — announced.

Stiles moved toward her, trying to stop her as he shook his head. In the girl's defence, Scott had just told her that she was going to get killed. It was a rational response to call the police. "No, Lydia, would you just hold on a sec—"

"Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School. We're trapped, and we need you to—" Lydia started, but it sounded like she was cut off by someone on the other end. Her face fell in shock as she slowly removed the phone from her ear. "She hung up on me."

"The police hung up on you?"

Lydia nodded. "She said they got a tip warning them that there are gonna be prank calls about a break-in at the high school. She said if I called again that they're gonna trace it and have me arrested."

"Okay, then call again," Wren pointed out. They didn't care why the police got there as long as they got there and rescued them. Stiles glared at her, and she bit her lip because she had forgotten that they were trying to stop the police from coming.

The Stilinski boy shook his head. "No, they won't trace a cell, and they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here."

"What is this? Why does Derek wanna kill us?" Allison questioned anxiously, on the verge of tears. Wren couldn't help but notice that she was a really pretty crier. Screw her. That wasn't the point, though. "Why is he killing anyone?"

Every head turned to Scott. "Why's everyone looking at me?"

Scott head decided that the best thing to do was to go out and face the Alpha himself. Lydia made him a nice Molotov cocktail to arm himself with, and he set off while the other just sat in the classroom. He returned about an hour later, and the police finally got there as well. After being questioned by Stiles' dad, the three losers celebrated in the parking lot. Wren had decided to forgive them just because of the experience that they had just had.

Stiles was just yammering on and on, and Wren had acquired the skill of tuning him out and only hearing things that were important to her life. "Well, we survived, dude. You know? We outlasted the Alpha. It's still good, right? Being alive?"

"When we were in the chemistry room, he walked right by us," Scott breathed out, clearly anxious about what happened. Wren had to admit that it was definitely suspicious, but she was too happy to be alive to care. "You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were?"

"Well, then how come we're still alive?" the blonde girl questioned.

He thought about it for a moment, but it seemed like a conclusion that he had already come to. He just didn't want to say it to them. "It wants me in its pack. But, I think, first... I have to get rid of my old pack."

"What do you mean?" Stiles questioned, and the girl beside him was equally confused. Scott didn't have a pack. He just became a werewolf and then sometimes talked to Derek. Speaking of Derek, he was now a wanted fugitive. "What old pack?"

"Allison... Jackson... Lydia... you guys," he responded, and Wren furrowed her eyebrows. Allison, Jackson, and Lydia were not a part of the 'pack.' None of them even knew what he was, Jackson hated him, and Lydia thought they were weird.

Stiles seemed to be realizing what he was saying before the Carter girl did. "The Alpha doesn't wanna kill us..."

"It wants me to do it," Scott finished for him, and Wren's eyes shot open in realization, then again in shock. She tilted her head slightly, and the boys could see the gears turning in her brain as she processed the information. "And that's not even the worst part."

"How in holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?" Stiles asked in shock. That definitely seemed like it would be the worst part, so Wren was a little nervous about hearing the worst part.

Scott sighed, "Because when he made me shift... I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you. All of you."