Sarah's POV

"Scott..." I say fading out as I stared out of the windshield. "...bit Liam. Scott McCall, the guy who doesn't believe in those sort of things, bit an innocent kid?"

Stiles takes a sharp turn. "He had to Sarah, or else Liam would have fallen and died."

I shake my head. "He could very well be dead right now."

"But Scott took that chance," Stiles says, taking a huge breath. Stiles and I had just been sitting there looking up more information (which we didn't find anything else) when Scott had called, out of breath and sounding confused. He didn't explain much, but we did know that he had taken Liam back to his house. Whether it was voluntary or not, I didn't know, but either way, I'm sure Liam is scared out of his mind.

"He's only a kid," I say, my voice fading again.

Stiles glances over at me, his amber eyes scanning my face. "Not that I'm happy about Scott possibly turning him, but I know he'll be fine Sarah. Don't be worried-"

"I'm not worried," I say, my thumb rubbing across my pale hand. "If I'm anything, it's scared. I'm scared out of my mind about us, since we have no freaking clue what is happening, and now to add a beta werewolf to the mix..."

Stiles reaches over and grabs my hand, his fingers intertwining with my own. "We'll make it. We always do."

Allison and Aiden didn't...

"I hope so," I breathe as we pull into Scott's driveway, causing Stiles to park the jeep abruptly. I turn my head and look over at my house, seeing that only one light was on, which happened to be Stephen's. I've noticed after the past week that Stephen hasn't been getting much sleep lately, and I feel like I'm the one to blame. I wanted to talk to him, but I was going to wait until he was ready.

Stiles pulls his hand away as he gets out of the Jeep, causing me to follow after him. We both walk next to one another as we reach the door, not even needing to opening it. Instead, Scott was there to greet us the moment we got there.

"Thank God," he breathes as we both step inside, watching Scott as he shuts the door and starts walking towards the stairs. "What took you guys so long?"

Stiles glances over at me. "We literally came the second you called."

That was when I realized Scott was sweating. "Oh, well at least you're here now."

"Where's Liam?" I ask, raising an eyebrow. I don't know what I had expected, but I thought I'd at least see Liam with Scott, but that wasn't the case.

Scott's face turns pale. "Uh, he's upstairs."

"Doing what?" Stiles asks, his eyes twitching slightly.

Scott gulps. "Lying down."

Well, he wasn't wrong. Scott had tied Liam up with duct tape, leaving him in the bath tub with the curtain closed. When Scott had shown us Liam, Stiles and I both just stared in awe. I couldn't believe Scott had done that to Liam, and the bite mark on his arm made everything seem more real. Not to mention when we had looked at Liam, he was squirming and begging to be let go.

We just shut the curtain and left.

"This is why I make the plans," Stiles says as we sit down on Scott's bed, trying to come up with what to do now.

Scott shakes his head. "That's why I called you!"

"Okay, okay!" Stiles says, holding his hands out. "No need to get your werewolf panties in a twist."

"Guys!" I yell in reply, which then caused a loud crying sound come from Liam in the bathroom. "What are we going to do?"

Scott and I both look at Stiles, waiting for a plan. Stiles stares at the two of us for a moment before he sighs, calming down slightly. "We need to talk to him. We need to tell him what's happening, or else he won't trust us."

"I'm pretty sure he doesn't trust us right now," I say, raising my eyebrows. "And you think telling him about werewolves and the supernatural will make him?"

Stiles nods his head. "Sure, why not?"

"Because maybe then he'll think we're insane!" I say, my mind spinning as I tried to come up with a solution.

Stiles crosses his arms. "If you have any better ideas, I'll be glad to hear them."

Scott looks up then. "I think we should talk to him, just maybe we shouldn't tell him everything...not yet."

The next thing I know, Liam is sitting in a wooden chair in the middle of Scotts room, still duct taped. His hair was messy and he had blood on his shirt and arm, but somehow he still looked semi-attractive. His eyes flick between the three of us as Stiles holds his hands up, taking a deep breath.

"Liam, I'm going to take this off, okay?" Stiles says as he motions to the tape on his mouth. "If you scream, it goes back on. Got it?"

Liam nods his head, glaring at the three of us slightly. Stiles reaches forward and pulls the tape off of his mouth, the sound causing me to cringe. I hated that sound. Liam gasps as Stiles throws the tape to the ground, waiting as if he expected for him to scream. Instead, he started asking questions.

"What do you want with me?" he asks, staring at Scott as he says so.

Stiles steps forwards. "Liam, I know you're confused by the confusing things that happened tonight, but more confusing things are going to happen after what happened tonight. You understand?"

Liam furrows his eyebrows. "Not really."

"I don't either," Scott says as I sigh, already knowing that this wasn't going to end well at all.

Stiles gives up as he turns to Scott, tapping his shoulder. "Alright buddy, you tell him then."

Liam yells. "Tell me what?"

Scott licks his lips slowly as he steps forward, staring at Liam with consideration. "Liam, what happened to you--what I did to you, which I had to do to save you...it's going to change you."

"Unless it kills you," Stiles says, instantly regretting saying that after he says it. "I probably shouldn't have said that."

I literally slam the palm of my hand to my forehead, not believing these two idiots. First there was Scott, who literally kidnapped this poor kid after everything he's went through tonight, and then there was Stiles who was making things worse by the second. And I'm dating him.

"What are you talking about?" Liam says, confused yet sad now. Probably because Stiles had brought up death. Stiles and Scott remain quiet as Liam looks at me. "Since these two can't seem to explain what in the hell is happening, can you?"

I hold my breath as I nod my head, not meaning what I was about to say. "Actually, I think they're handling it quite well."

Liam groans. "Can you at least let me go?"

"I'm afraid we can't do that," Scott says, hesitating.

Liam's face scrunches up before he lowers his head, staring at the floor. I raise my eyebrows when I hear him make crying sounds, causing the three of us to exchange glances at one another.

"Is he crying?" Stiles says, lowering himself so that he could look down at Liam's face.

Scott shakes his head. "Liam, you're going to be okay."

"Or maybe not," Stiles says once again.

"Stiles!" I scream at him, letting him know that he wasn't making things better. "Can you idiots just untie him?"

Stiles and Scott both nod before they walk forward, ripping the duct tape off of the poor kid. I watch with saddened eyes as he stands and turns away from us, staring at the floor and continuing to cry. I'm sure he was scared out of his mind.

"Liam, are you okay?" Scott says. "We're really sorry."

Liam nods his head, but his tone of voice causes me to raise red flags. "I'm fine."

The next thing I know, Liam is grabbing the chair that he was just sitting in and throwing it at the three of us. He aims for me first, but since I was a kitsune, I had dodged it barely. However, the chair hits Scott instead, which causes him to fall to the floor.

"Liam," Stiles says as my eyes flash orange for a moment, but Liam wasn't paying any attention. "What the hell are you-"

I gasp as I watch Liam throw a fist at Stiles, it landing hard in his cheekbone. A pain blossoms in my cheek as my hand grabs the spot, gasping from the pain. Stiles falls to the floor as Liam turns and stares at me in confusion, almost as if he didn't know whether or not to hurt a girl.

After some debating, he finally shakes his head. "I'm sorry."

He reaches for my arm, probably so he could grab me and push me away, but I knew better than that. The moment his hand grips my wrist, I had made my skin grow hot, which caused him to let me go and yelp. I narrow my eyes at him as he stares at me with confusion, not really sure what just happened. However, he ignores it as he turns and jumps over Stiles and Scott, running down the hall.

I turn and look down at Stiles, who was now looking up at me with a dazed expression. "Get him!"

I nod my head briefly before I'm jumping over Scott and looking down the hall, seeing Liam standing there looking down at his leg. That was when I had realized that it wasn't broken like it was earlier, which meant that he was a wolf. Liam was going to live.

"Liam!" I scream at him as I run towards him, watching him turn and look at me. He didn't have time to react as I slammed into him, knocking him to the wooden floor. He grunts as I grab his wrists to strain him, using all of the strength I had. "We're just trying to help!"

"By kidnapping me?" he yells back, shaking his head.

I take a deep breath. "It may not look like it, but we are. We won't do anything to hurt you."

After I say this, I loosen my grip slightly, which was all that Liam needed to break free. His hands turn quickly and sharply as they grab my wrists, twisting them as I yelped. I hear Stiles yell in pain from Scott's room as Liam shoves me off of him, causing me to land on the floor with a thud. All I see is red as Liam turns and runs back down the hall, the sound of his heart beat racing in my ears.

I hear Scott walk up behind me, finally recovered from the blow. "Don't let him get away!"

I sit in shock as Scott takes off down the hall, tackling Liam before he could make it down the stairs. Liam and Scott both tumble down the stairs as I scamper to my feet, about to go help Scott, but that was before I heard Stiles mutter something from Scott's room. My feet change direction as I run back into the room, finding Stiles still laying on the floor.

"Stiles," I breathe as I stare down at him. "Are you alright?"

He squeezes his eyes shut as he shakes his head, grabbing his wrists. "What in the hell did that kid do to you? My wrists are killing me!"

I kneel beside him as I scan his hands, seeing that they were worse looking than mine, but they actually appeared that they were healing. "They're not broken."

"Damn it!" Scott yells from downstairs, causing my head to whip towards the door to listen. "He got away!"

Stiles groans. "Little runt!"

I bite my tongue as I start to help Stiles off of the ground, making sure not to touch his wrists. "Stiles, are you-"

I stop short as Stiles turns and looks at me, opening his eyes finally. My lungs stop working as I stare at his eyes, swearing to myself that I had seen them flash orange for a brief moment. I had barely caught it, since it was was too fast for any normal person to notice it.

"What?" Stiles breathes, furrowing his eyebrows at me.

I shake my head, swallowing the lump in my throat. "Nothing, just my eyes playing tricks on me."

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Well...shit.

Stiles and Sarah are starting to keep secrets from one another...opinions on that?

Guys I'm so pumped to get farther into this story because I have so much planned and I only hope it works out as planned. Just prepare yourselves ;)