"Sometimes, the person who gives you strength, is also your weakness."

    Indigo's POV

Throwing myself, literally, onto the bed in my room in exhaustion, I let out a loud exaggerated breath.

   "Tell me about it."

I rolled over and looked to the door, seeing a distraught Scott. I sat up, concerned.

"We found Lydia, right? All is good?" I raised an eyebrow. Scott scoffed and shook his head, taking a seat next to me on the mattress.

   "All is not good." He sighed. "I just ran through the woods trying to find Lydia, stumbled upon another werewolf, and watched him die."

   My mouth hung open. "You just- watched him die?"

Scott widened his eyes at the accusation. "Derek held me back! He told me to watch and learn, and then I saw Gerard. Allison's grandfather. The one that showed up at the funeral?"

I nodded my head.

"He took out a sword and just- cut. Right through the waist." He spoke, staring down to his shoes.

      "Why?" I furrowed my eyebrows. Scott took a deep breath before looking to me, solemnly.

"He wasn't just hunting, Indigo. He was declaring war."

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Scott, when we got to school, ran to Stiles to tell him, but on the way, Allison had grabbed me, pulling me to talk with her and Lydia. I looked to Scott apologetically, before walking with them.

   "So, Lydia," Allison started as we walked up the stairs of the front doors. "You really don't remember anything?"

"Wow, we should start a club." I mumbled, scoffing.

  "They call it a fugue state." Lydia sighed. "Which is basically a way of saying "We have no idea why you can't remember running around through the woods naked for two days" But, personally, I don't care."

She smiled largely, throwing her arms to the sides. "I lost nine pounds."

Allison gave her an unsure look. "Are you sure you're ready for this?"

"Please," Lydia waved off. "It's not like my aunt's a serial killer."

With that, she swung open the doors and strutted in, leaving me and Allison with the same astonished look.

    "Okay. . ." I scoffed. "There's running around the woods naked, and then there's being a bitch about it. She is crossing a line-"

"It's fine." Allison sighed, placing a hand on my shoulder.

  I huffed and we both walked in, finding Lydia- frozen. Her heeled feet stuck to the ground as she stared at the crowd of people who weren't moving either.

I stood next to Lydia, nudging her arm with my elbow. Nothing. Her eye's didn't flicker, or move at all.

   "Maybe it's the nine pounds?" I heard Allison whisper. Lydia snapped out of it, finally, before pursing her lips and whipping her hair of her shoulder. Strutting off confidently, Allison smiled and tugged me to follow.

"Where's Scott?" I asked her.

"Morning practice." She answered. "Why?"

"Just- wanted to talk to Stiles." I shrugged, splitting away. I caught her smirk, pointing to her.

  "Stop that." I warned. "I just want to talk."

She scoffed. "If talking means lovingly staring into each other's eyes as you wish you could make out with him, then sure. I talk to Scott all the time."

  "Ali." I threatened. She smiled innocently, and walked away. I groaned, before stomping off to Stiles' practice. I didn't stare. Did I? If she noticed it, did he?

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My feet pounded the grass as I jogged to the field, looking for their numbers. I looked to the field, then the bleachers- sighing in relief when I saw 11 and 24.

I hurried to them, getting in front of them and sitting in between them.

   "Oh, yeah, sure. Hi to you too." Stiles shrugged, quirking an eyebrow.

"What have I missed after walking with her?" I groaned, looking between both of them. Scott sighed.

    "There's another." He whispered.

"Thanks, for the clarification." I nodded, looking to Stiles. "What- what's there another of?"

   "Another werewolf." Stiles answered. My eyes widened.

"Who?" I asked.

    "Don't you think I'd tell you if I knew." He narrowed his eyes. I rolled my eyes.

"Okay. . ." I breathed out. "How are we going to find out who it is?"

    "We," Stiles pointed out. "Are going to watch Scott sniff them out in goal."

"Sniff them?" I tilted my head, looking to Scott. "You're- just going to sniff people."

    "Got a better idea?" He asked hopefully. I scoffed.

"Yes." I answered. "How about we just ask? Hm? Ever cross your mind?"

  "Oh, cause that's not as weird." Stiles nodded. "We're definitely avoiding weird with that one."

"Oh, and ruin what reputation?" I asked. Stiles looked at me with a "seriously?" look.

    "Let's go! Line it up! Faster!" I heard Coach yell. I watched as Scott took a deep breath, before shooting up from the bench. I watched as he ran, until I felt lips on my cheek. Stiles casually began running out as well, and froze. My eyes were shot open as Stiles looked back, completely horrified. I watched as he gulped, and quickly ran to the line that formed in front of the goal, yards away.

What the hell just happened?

    "Make daddy proud." Coach pointed to the boys in line, before he blew the whistle. The first guy caught the ball Coach threw in his stick before sprinting off towards the guy that was defense. Scott ran too, passing the defense. He slammed into the runner, knocking him to the ground. I winced as he began sniffing around his helmet.

    "McCall!" Coach shouted, blowing the whistle. Scott stood up and let the boy on the grass get up as well, brushing himself off. The player back away from Scott, confused and freaked out.

  "Yeah?" Scott responded.

"Usually, the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal." Coach narrowed his eyes, pointing to the goal. Scott nodded quickly.

"Yes, Coach."

   "Let's try it again." Coach waved his hand in the air, sending Scott back to the goal and the next player crouched, ready. He blew the whistle and threw another ball, the player catching it easily. He ran, and Scott did the same thing over again. He sprinted past the defense and crashed into the offensive player, laying him flat on the ground- and began sniffing.

"McCall!" Coach shouted, angrier. "The position's goal keeper. Not goal abandon-er."

   "Sorry Coach." Scott apologized, running back to the goal. I watched as Coach shook his head and blew the whistle another time, tossing the ball. The player caught it and began jogging and Scott, again, sprinted off. The defense simply stood still, crossing his arms as he watched Scott slam into the player.

  He let out a loud groan, and Scott sniffed more. This time, Coach stomped off to Stiles, grabbing his helmet and pulling him closer to him as he talked. I saw Stiles quickly respond, and Coach suddenly came to some sort of realization. He nodded and let go of his helmet, walking off.

Coach made Scott run back to goal and do another run through, blowing the whistle and throwing the ball. The player, which I recognized as Danny, ran up just as Scott did and ran into him, slamming Danny to the ground. He sniffed and Danny actually said something to him, and Scott stood up, helping Danny up.

   "McCall!" Coach screamed. "You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs 'till you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide. Got it?"

"Yes, Coach." Scott sighed. I spotted Jackson was up next and couldn't wait to see Scott knock his ass to the ground. But Jackson gripped his shoulder and walked over to Coach, talking to him. Coach nodded and Jackson began walking off the field.

    Coach blew the whistle and threw the ball, the next player catching it. He sprinted off from his spot and he was pretty fast. Scott did the same and right when he was supposed to knock him to the ground, the player hit Scott with the same amount of strength. They just- bounced off each other and landed on her hands and knees, staring at each other. Scott looked surprised. Was this the other werewolf?

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I stood in between Scott and Stiles on the field, watching as some police men stood and talked to Isaac, the other werewolf.

   "His father's dead." Scott sighed. "They think he was murdered."

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

   "I'm not sure, why?" He asked, furrowing his eyebrows at Stiles.

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours." Stiles winced.

    "Like, overnight?" Scott's eyes widened. Stiles nodded.

"During the full moon."

     "How good are these holding cells at holding people?" I wondered.

"People, good." Stiles shrugged. "Werewolves, probably not that good."

   "Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?" Scott spoke up, staring at Isaac.

Stiles was confused, but nodded. "Yeah."

"He does." Scott nodded to Isaac. We watched as the police walked away with Isaac, probably going to put him in a holding cell, like Stiles said. And, he was probably going to escape, like Stiles said.

   I took a deep breath, snapping back to reality. "As much as watching a convicted victim is entertaining, Harris is going to bite our heads off if we aren't in class."

      "Was that a werewolf pun?"

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"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott whispered as we sat in Harris' class. I simply listened because I was not going to afford getting detention again for Harris.

    "Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you." Stiles quietly spoke back across me. I sat between Scott and Stiles in this class and I honestly don't know how stupid of a teacher you have to be if you haven't noticed why we all sit together.

       "And, maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving?" Stiles continued.

  "Does being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?" Scott wondered.

"Well, not unless they have solid evidence." Stiles nodded. "Or a witness."

  Both of their eyes went wide and Stiles spun around in his chair, looking to who was behind us. I looked back as well and spotted Danny, doing his work, like normal people should be doing.

   "Danny." Stiles whispered loudly, catching his attention. "Where's Jackson?"

"In the principal's office, talking to your dad." He shrugged. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows.

   "What? Why?" He whispered.

"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac." Danny scoffed, before returning to his work. We all turned around, sighing.

   "There's your witness." I huffed.

"We gotta get in the principal's office." Stiles nodded. My eyes went wide.

"Are you serious?!" I hissed. "Can we go one day without getting into trouble?"

     Stiles hummed, thinking. "Nope."

He ripped out a piece of paper and began crumpling it up. I widened my eyes as he lifted his arm, ready to throw.

     "Everyone turn to page 73. . ." Harris trailed off as he wrote on the board. Stiles chucked the paper and Harris froze, as the class began to giggle.

"Who in the hell did that?" He snapped, spinning around to face us. I watched as Scott pointed his finger to me, so I pointed to Stiles, who reached around and pointed to Scott.

   "Principle's office. All of you." He hissed, pointing to the door. I groaned and stood up, my chair screeching along with Scott and Stiles', as they scrambled their stuff. I stomped out, Stiles and Scott following.

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All three of us sat in chair in front of the principal's office, waiting. Both Scott and Stiles placed their ears to the window that was covered for the principal's office.

Quickly, Scott turned around and so did Stiles, who snatched a magazine a covered his face. The door opened and Sheriff stepped out, looking down to the three of us with a certain look at his own son.

    "Scott. Indigo." He nodded, before shaking his head at his son. Scott and I both waved, and with one sigh, he walked off with the deputy. Stiles let out a breath of relief and lowered the magazine. Footsteps sounded and we all looked, our eyes widening at the sighed of the principal. Gerard.

    "Boys." He smiled, before looking to me. "Girl. Come on in."

We gave each other a cautious look, before standing up and walking in. The two chairs sat in front of a desk, which he went to stand behind, sitting in his chair. Scott took a seat and I waited for Stiles to sit. I looked to him and he shook his head, gesturing for me to sit. I gave him a small smile and took the seat, watching as Stiles stood behind me.

   "Scott McCall." Gerard read off the paper on his desk. "Academically no the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete."

"Indigo McCall, very intelligent, ranked second in class, but seems there's no work to show for it." He nodded. I huffed and simply sat there.

"Mr. Stilinski." Gerard let out a breath. "Oh, perfect grades, but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse?"

"Oh, actually, I'm already on the-" Stiles started before Gerard stopped him.

   "Hold on," He pointed to Scott. "McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."

"We were dating." Scott quickly corrected. "But not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other. At all."

I put my face in my hands with a sigh. For someone who was trying to hide his love, he wasn't doing a very good job.

 "Relax Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth." Gerard chuckled.

"Just- a hard break up." Scott nodded.

   "Oh, that's too bad." Gerard hummed. "You seem like a pretty nice kid to me."

"Now, listen, you guys. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

  "Is that so?" Stiles scoffed. I froze. Is he trying to get us killed?

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

Scott looked to me with pleading eyes. Hell no. I looked up to Stiles, who just know looked down to the two of us. He groaned and knew he was the one staying after.

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We all walked out of the office, Stiles less happier than he was walking in.

"Okay, next time, Scott- it's all you." Stiles sighed.

"Yeah, yeah." Scott nodded, totally dismissing it. "You go detention, me and Indigo are going to look for Isaac before they take him."

"Whatever." Stiles rolled his eyes. Scott nodded and began walking the other way. I was going to follow, but first I turned back to Stiles.

   "See ya." I smiled, giving a quick hug. I felt like I needed to, and my body drew itself to him. I felt him freeze and heard his heart do the same for a single beat, before he relaxed and returned the hug. I let go and backed away, seeing the smile on his face. I jogged over to Scott and we ran off, looking for Isaac.

  With no avail, we busted through the front doors, seeing the Sheriff's car. Isaac looked back to us, but the car was already driving off. Scott groaned and began walking back in. A screeching noise echoed and I watched as Derek rode up to the steps of the school in his car.

   "Get in." He said to both of us. Scott scoffed.

"Are you serious?!" He yelled. "You did that! That's your fault."

Derek sighed, nodding. "I know that. Now get in the car and help me."

  "No, I've got a better idea. I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance of getting him out before the moon goes up." Scott argued.

"Not when they do a real search of the house." Derek yelled back.

   "What are you talking about?" I asked, walking closer.

"Whatever Jackson said to the cops-" He paused. "What's in the house is worse. A lot worse."

  I looked back to Scott, who let out a breath and nodded. Derek popped open the door and I crawled to the back, Scott sitting in the front. He took off his backpack and shut the door, Derek instantly speeding off.

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By the time we got to Isaac's house, it was dark. Derek got into the front door and gave Scott a flash light. Derek shut the door behind us and the click of the flashlight went off, illuminating the living room.

   "If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?" I asked, walking forward.

"I don't know yet." Derek huffed.

  "Then how do you know he's telling the truth?" Scott pointed out.

"Because I trust my senses." Derek sighed. "And it's combination of them. Not just your- sense of smell."

  I chuckled as Derek looked to Scott knowingly. Scott awkwardly nodded.

"You- saw the thing at lacrosse today." He sighed. Derek nodded.

  "Yeah."

"Did it look that bad?" Scott asked. I chuckled, looking to him.

  "Oh, Scott. It looked horrible."

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We walked to a door in the house, which Derek opened.

   "You wanna learn?" He asked, pointing down the stairs the door revealed. "Let's start now."

Scott pointed the flashlight down, seeing there was about 20 or so steps. He began walking down the stairs, leaving the flashlight with Derek. I quickly followed behind Scott, taking slow steps down.

  "What's down there?" Scott asked.

Derek waited before he answered. "Motive."

  "What am I looking for?" He asked again.

"Follow your senses."

   Scott and I reached the bottom, finding simple basement stuff. Trash, tools, except there was a chair with a terrifying doll in it. Scott grabbed the chair and turned it around, before looking to his right. He moved a tarp that hung from the ceiling, looking behind it.

    "What happened down here?" He asked.

  "The kind of thing that leaves an impression." Derek's voice echoed.

    Scott continued and I followed, before he froze. I did the same and followed his eyes. He looked down to an old, broken TV. Marks were carved to the floor and Scott reached down and matched his own hands to it, curling his fingers like he would with claws. He looked ahead and when I did, I found a large white, box. Kind of like a refrigerator, but on it's side.

Scott stood up and walked with me to it. I saw the padlock on the side, and wondered, who needed a lock on their fridge?

    A light flashed and both me and Scott jumped, but just found Derek standing there with the flashlight. He looked down to the box and nodded to Scott.

"Open it."

     Scott took off the pad lock and began lifting the top and I gasped.

Claw marks were everywhere, some of them with blood. And, when I say everywhere, I mean everywhere. The top, the sides, the bottom, some dents showed signs of pressing against it, like someone was trying to escape.

      Someone like Isaac.

    "This is why he said yes to you." Scott looked to Derek, who softly nodded.

"Everyone wants power." Derek answered.

    Scott thought, before glaring to Derek. "If we help you, then you have to stop. You can't just go turning people into werewolves."

"I can if they're willing." Derek snapped.

   "Did you tell Isaac about the Argent's?" I asked. "About being hunted?"

"Yes, and he still. Asked." Derek sighed.

    "Then he's an idiot." Scott yelled.

"And you're an idiot dating Argent's daughter." Derek narrowed his eyes at him.

    Scott's eyes widened and he looked to him in surprise. Although, I wasn't that surprised. Derek always seems to be one step ahead of us.

"Yeah," Derek nodded. "I know about your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out? You saw what happens to an omega."

Scott sighed and looked down to the floor in thought.

    "With me, you learn how to use all of your senses." Derek leaned in, putting his hand on Scott's shoulder. "With me, you learn control. Even on a full moon." And he showed his claws.

    "If I'm with you-" Scott sadly spoke. "Then I lose her."

"You're gonna lose her anyways." Derek bluntly told him. I glared to him, but he shrugged.

    Scott slammed the fridge door shut and looked to Derek, who spoke. "You know that."

"Wait," Scott froze. "I'm not part of your pack. But I want him out. He's my responsibility too."

   "Why? Because he's one of us?" Derek scoffed, but Scott only shook his head.

        "Because he's innocent."

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Derek had left me and Scott at the house, which confused me until Scott told me the plan and that we were waiting for Allison.

"You better hope this works." I sighed, leaning against the wall as Scott sat on the floor, feeling the full moon.

"It will. As long as Stiles can stop them from killing Isaac, it will." He huffed.

  "Wait-" I froze. "We left Stiles to stop people who are trying to kill Isaac?!"

"He can do it, Indigo." Scott grunted, wincing.

"And what if he doesn't?!" I scoffed. "Now, we're left with Stiles getting hurt, or worse! Dead! He can't die, Scott. I'm not letting that happen."

"Is this because of your blood source?" He looked up to me.

   "What?" I breathed out.

   "The book. It said the one you connect with, that's your blood source. And- Indigo, you are connected with Stiles. Whether you tell him you like him that way or not. He's the one you're going to take blood from. Is that why he can't die? So you don't?" He now looked angry. But, I wasn't intimidated. Just- hurt.

   "Scott," I sighed. "I'd rather starve to death than drink Stiles' blood. Why do you think I refuse to tell him how I feel?"

"Because you're scared?" He answered. I rolled my eyes.

  "Well, yeah." I sighed. "But, because when I do, that connection happens. Then, I need his blood to survive. Then, I'm asking every three weeks for Stiles to stick out his arm. And I am trying to hold that off as long as I can. And that starts with not telling him anything. The more I distance, the less the chance for the connection."

"What about Stiles?" Scott looked to me. "What if he wants to because he knows it'll keep you alive?"

   I looked down, in thought. He would. And that I know that, I hate it. Why can't he just be a jackass, like Jackson? Why can't he not care at all?

But that's not him. That's not Stiles. He's caring, sweet, determined, whole-hearted. He's Stiles.

   "I'm hoping we won't reach that part." I nodded honestly.

      "Scott?" A voice called. "Indigo?"

"We're down here, Ali." I called back. She stepped down the stairs and I saw the duffle bag in her hand that I was told held chains for Scott for the full moon.

  "Are you sure we have to do this?" She asked Scott softly. He slowly looked up to her, his eyes accidentally flashing the golden yellow.

"Yes." He answered.

   She nodded and grabbed some of the chains. "Where?"

Scott's head slowly turned, and both of our eye's followed as he shined the flashlight to the fridge.

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Scott climbed over the edge and laid in, Allison taking a deep breath. I watched off to the side as she stood there.

   "Please," He whispered. "I don't want to hurt you. Either of you."

   Allison took another deep breath, nodding. She looked up to the top, before leaning down as she lifted Scott's lips to hers. I smiled at them, happy they always got to work things out no matter what.

She kissed his forehead, before standing back up straight slowly. Her hands slowly grabbed the top, shaking as they gripped it. I furrowed my eyebrows and decided to help.

   I walked up next to her and put a hand on it, and she looked to me, giving me a teary smile. I nodded and helped her slowly lower it.

   "Please come back out in one piece, Scott." I smiled, looking down to him. He chuckled through his labored breaths.

"Be in one piece when I come out, Indigo."

   I chuckled and nodded, letting the top of the box close softly. I looked to Allison who gazed to the top, a blank expression.

    "He'll be okay." I assured her, slipping my arm through hers. "He's- Scott McCall. And he loves you. That means something."

      She smiled at me, nodding. "You're right. And- thank you. Indigo."

"You too, Argent." I grinned.

    We picked up the chains and began wrapping them around the top, connecting the end of it quickly with the padlock.

"It's done, Scott!" Allison yelled. I heard grunts from Scott.

    "Go!" He yelled back. I looked to Allison and nodded, grabbing her arm and doing just as Scott said.

  We hurried up the stairs and Allison quickly shut the door. I let out a breath and began walking, heading to the kitchen. I took a seat at one of the stools at the island table and relaxed. I saw a flicker and watched as Allison hit the flashlight, but it went out anyways. She groaned and dropped it on the table, before putting her hands on the table.

Allison turned her head, her eyes wide, but also with a blank expression. I furrowed my eyebrows, before I heard it.

    Hissing.

   Allison placed her hand over her mouth and slowly looked over, making me slowly do the same. My eyes caught yellow, reptilian eyes. My own eyes widened and I screamed, the same time Allison did. I jumped out of my chair and moved next to her, my heart pounding. It took small steps, small creepy steps, before crouching, like it was about to pounce.

   I heard the swing of metal, before a knife was stuck towards me. I looked to Allison who held one, giving one to me. I quickly snatched it, gripping the handle readily.

I can do this. I can fight this were-lizard thing, whatever the hell it is.

   "Come on." Allison mumbled, raising the knife, before she screamed. "Come on!"

   We both heard a loud crash, then pieces of whatever just broke being tumbled around. A body rolled in and I recognized Scott, pop up and stand to his feet, growling to the lizard.

It hissed and began crawling up the wall, upside down now on the ceiling. We all looked up at it, before it hissed once more and jumped out of the room, out of the house.

   "What. The hell. Was that." I breathed out, dropping the knife. I ran my hands through my hair stress-fully.

      "I don't know."

--A/N--

   ooo, so- is it getting better? season one and two are a drag to write because nothings reall intense, just a lot of scene jumping lmao. and omg, does anyone else love allison and indigo's friendship? goals. also, this chapter is really long because i felt bad you guys waited so long for it 

  love you guys so much! comment and tell me what you think...