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"Stiles!" I yell," any logical reason you had to accompany me in seeing Lydia."

"I have to know what she does," he murmurs to me as we walk up the driveway towards her house.

"About the alpha? Or if she's in love with you?" I whisper once one knocked at the front door.

He only narrows his eyes, a sneer on his face, but it's wiped away the second Natalie Martin opens the door.

"Imelda! Honey! How are you?" She says, pushing the door wide open to let us in and engulf me in a hug.

I smile at her, she's always been my favorite excited women. I love her like a second mother, honestly.

"Hi Natalie! I'm fine, still a little scared but fine," I answer her while she looks me over like a concerned mother," we actually came to check on Lydia."

She nods and looks over at Stiles, who's got the goofiest grin on his face," and who is this?"

Stiles sticks his hand out," Stiles Stilinski mam."

She nods, a sweet smile on her lips before looking at both of us together," You guys came to see Lydia right?"

I nod, and she takes us upstairs. Constantly looking at me the entire time.

When we get to Lydia door, she pauses and turn towards us," She isn't herself right now."

I shrug my shoulders," I figured since there isn't an overwhelming smell of bath and body works perfume nor Beyoncé playing."

She nods, opening the door and gently speaking to the half naked Lydia strewn across the bed," Honey Imelda and Stiles are here to see you."

From this view I can see Lydia is really fucked up, which is kind of amusing when she answers with," what the hell is a Stiles?"

I gently laugh, Stiles looking at me annoyed until Natalie warns us," she took a little something to ease off the nerves."

I snort," A little? What was it horse tranquilizers?"

She shrugs her shoulders," the way she's been acting I wouldn't doubt it. You guys can go in, I'm just gonna get dinner started."

We nod and walk into the vast purple room together, stiles murmuring," thanks."

Natalie closes the door, and instantly Lydia is turning around, posing across the bed like a playboy spread," what are you doing here?"

Stiles eyes go wide, marveling over Lydia in her night gown while I walk forward and cover her with the nearest blanket before she unknowingly shows off the goods to Stiles.

"We were making sure your okay," I murmur, sitting at the foot of the bed.

"Yeah," Stiles pipes in," both of us came."

She smacks her lips around a couple times in a humorous manner before patting the spot nearest her and saying," why?"

"Ugh," Stiles deliberates his words, sitting down gently near Lydia while he so desperately tries to keep his eyes on her face," because we were worried about you today. How are you feeling?"

I stay quiet, smirking at the way Stiles fidgets when Lydia touches him and proceeds to slowly drop it. Her face goes closer to his as she answers," I feel... fantastic."

"Oh my god," I mumble," did they happen to give you Viagra Lyds?"

Stiles moves his eyes away from her, noticing the little orange bottle on her nightstand and picks it up," wow."

He reads the label before handing it to me, I examine it before laughing," yup she's higher then snoop dog on any given day. Hey Lyds, I bet you can't say I saw Susie sitting at a shoe shine shop 10X fast."

She eyes me, presumably taking the challenge and repeatedly saying," I shaw... I shaw shush..."

Stiles silently laughs so Lydia get closer, attempting to say it directly to him but fails. I throw Stiles the medicine back and he proceeds to place it on the night stand, meanwhile Lydia has gone quiet, staring off into the wall away from our gazes.

"I saw..." she mumbles, a look of dread on her face.

Stiles leans in, asking seriously," what? Lydia what did you see?"

"Something..." she mumbles and I get off the bed nearing her.

"Something like a mountain lion?" I ask her.

She nods," ...a mountain lion."

"Are you sure you saw a mountain lion?" Stiles questions, moving closer so she looks him in the face," or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?"

"A mountain lion," she nods her head, her gaze far away from this moment.

I roll my eyes and look around, grabbing the stuffed giraffe laying on her bed," what the hell is this dopey?"

"A mountain lion," she states, barely looking at the thing.

"Okay," Stiles says while I put it back on the bed, "you're so drunk."

I smirk, holding back a laugh at my friends tripped out state when she suddenly places a hand dangerously high on Stiles thigh and then her head follows. By now I'm practically crying in laughter at Stiles jerked out expression.

"Not exactly the way you saw this happening huh Stilinski," I murmur between painful laughs.

"Shut up and help me," he says through gritted teeth.

"Fine, fine," I mumble standing up and gently grabbing my best friend so she wakes up and pull her far away from Stiles lap," you're like the first guy to ever react like that I think."

He narrows his eyes and stands up, grabbing my wrist, okay so we are just gonna let you get back to the whole post traumatic stress thing."

Stiles makes me follow him to the door but just as he goes to shut it behind us Lydia murmurs," no stay."

Stiles flings the door open then a tornado would and walks right back in," me stay, you want me to stay?"

I grin, he's hilarious and quick to obey whatever Lydia's orders are.

Lydia sits up, nodding her head while patting the spot nearest her bed. Stiles has obviously forgotten how gone she is, and is thinking with his other head cause boy does he fly towards that spot and leans farther into Lydia. I stand at the door, arms against my hips waiting for this thing to hit disaster.

"Yes please," Lydia says in a low seductive voice, although I'm pretty sure those are the drugs talking.

She gently grabs at his face, caressing at it as she says," please, stay. Jackson..."

Safe to say that Stiles goes from hot and bothered to colder then what I'm assuming Antartica is.

At the mention of my sort of best friends name who also declared his love to me last night my eyes kind of dim but that does not stop the hyena laugh that explodes with Stiles reaction.

"And..." he says annoyed," we're done here."

Lydia's head flops right back down on the bed while Stiles looks embarrassed and pissed at me. Meanwhile I'm struggling to stay up right and breathe normally as the laughs continue.

Lydia's phone rings as I wipe away the tears, Stiles looks back at me sarcastically saying," are you gone get Lydia's phone or is my suffering still funny to you."

When my grip on the doorknob gets tighter and I shake more he just rolls his eyes and grabs it," it's a text, I don't know how to..."

He's cut off watching the video and that alerts me so I walk over and watch the video, my breath caught in my throat when I see a video of last night and the screen frozen on the face of the alpha. Just like it looked last night.

I grab the phone from him, shoving it in his pocket before yanking him up so we can walk out.

We don't say much after that, just Stiles grip on my wrist getting tighter as we both walked out.

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"Hi Derek," I mumble to him, as he leads me towards his black camaro and opens the door," nice to see you too! I guess you really took my 'don't push me around' speech seriously huh?"

He sighs for a moment, brooding eyes staring at me before he drops the hold on my and says," Hello Imelda, can you please get in the car?"

I smirk deviously," yes, only because you're such a gentlemen Derek Hale."

"Shut the fuck up," he murmurs once I've stepped inside," or I'll slit your throat."

"You wouldn't touch me Derek," I say as he slams the door and begins walking around the car," how else would you live without me?"

All I receive in response is his growl.

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"Not that I'm complaining our anything," I mumble to Derek," but when you brought me out here and took your shirt off I was assuming you'd be sweaty in a different kind of way."

"You really don't have a filter do you?" He says, teeth gritted as does another pull up.

Not gonna lie, it takes me awhile to answer cause I'm staring at this guys chest.

I stand up from the piece of burnt wood, I'm assuming at some point it was a coffee table, and cross my arms," nope, now either put on a shirt or I will continue to say these things."

He lets the bar go, kind of saddening my precious view and grabs the water bottle near him," shouldn't this be the other way around? Shouldn't I be the one commenting on how good your ass looks in those jeans?"

I cock my head, a smile on my lips," you looked at my ass?"

He shrugs his shoulders," you looked at my chest."

I laugh, "now shouldn't I be saying that?"

His eyes narrow, seemingly annoyed that I've got him," shouldn't you be kicking my ass or something for bringing you out here."

I smirk," you made up for it. So Derek why am I actually here? Unless of course, you like having someone watching you work out in which case pick me up whenever you need cause I'll be here, photographer and all."

He rolls his eyes before answering seriously," do you or do you not want to learn more about yourself."

Instantly I'm halfway across the room, nearest him, sitting on a burnt couch with my legs crossed," go on."

"Obviously now you know why you are so important," he states.

I snort," yeah, kiss of life and all that bullshit. Which reminds me, I really need Channing Tatum go get hurt or something."

His jaw tenses at my words, probably pissed that I keep talking, which is understandable, I'm like a fucking parrot.

"Anyways," he goes on," you are literally the definition between life and death. That's why you're so much more then a werewolf or human, that's why your both. The Greeks called you a Dea which translates to goddess. The story says that you appear only once a century but when you do, every wolf out there has to guard you from the unknown."

I gulp," so basically what you're telling me is that I should really keep this Dea thing to myself?"

He nods, arms crossing over his chest and authority flashing in his eyes," thats why you're so invincible. Nothing can weaken you cause you're human and nothing can harm you cause you're werewolf."

I nod," nothing? Like I can't die?"

"No," he clarifies," there are things that can kill you, the most important being hunters. If they even hear a rumor of you being the Dea nothing will stop them from killing you. You're the beginning and the end to all werewolves. Some believe that with your death, all werewolves will as well, and others believe with your death, nothing will stop them."

"Fucking awesome," I groan," of all the damn luck I have to be stuck with the hardest."

"You're going to be protected though," he details," every wolf, wether insane or not. Every wolf, will have that urge to protect not kill you, its up to them to figure out though and most of them don't even know of the legends."

I stand up, crossing my arms over my chest and thinking. My mind goes off, imagining all the difficult scenarios that could happen. That is until I realize something," do you Derek?"

He looks taken back," do I what?"

"Do you have the urge to protect me?" I ask quietly, my voice dropping," will you save or kill me?"

He looks at my face for awhile, green eyes contracting every so often before answering, "I have similar urges."

I scrunch my eyebrows," what does that mean?"

"Were you lying?" He cuts me off, voice taking on a darker tone."

It's my turn to look taken back and confused," about what?"

"The kiss?" He simply says, shrugging.

My eyes shift, moving from him to the back wall before answering in a straight voice," no I wasn't."

"Then I'm sorry," he quickly says, almost to quick for my ears to catch but I do.

My hands drop," why are you? I saved your life, there's nothing to be sorry about."

"I'm sorry that your first kiss was me," he says," I'm sorry that I selfishly took what was not mine before asking."

I shake my head," Derek, you were dying. There's nothing selfish about that, I'm over it. You don't have to apologize."

"Yes..." he says coming closer and gripping my chin between his long fingers," yes I do. You saved me but I took something away from you, something you'll never get back."

By now my breaths are short and my teeth are gnawing away at my bottom," I don't need it back Derek. I need it better."

His green eyes hesitate, although the rest of him is leaning in," how?"

My hands slowly relax and so does the rest of me as I answer like a whisper," you know exactly how."

And so he does, he leans in that extra amount our lips meeting softly. At first I believe we both think it's a peck but no, it's molded into something much more. Our hearts spike at the same time, breaths catching as we realize the intensity and relief this kiss brings. Our eyes, that had flown open when we had first connected now shut and hands began to mingle away. Mine dig into the lush black hair of his, back arching to get higher. His own going to the small of my back and lifting me so it's easier. Our lips begin to twist, moving around fiercely as I briefly register him moving forward but all I can think is his calloused hands begin to dig into the soft skin on my back. My back hits the soft couch, black dust swirling around us instantly but even that doesn't stop us.

My hands begin traveling, caressing his bare shoulder and back, thanking the heavens that he had no shirt on. His leg parts my own, kneeling against the couch.

"Derek," I manage to whisper between kisses before he shuts me up permanently by biting at my lip and opening it.

His hands slowly moving up and down, fingers so dangerously near places. Everywhere he touches turned into wildfire, my skin electrifying upwards. One of them, went downward until it had wrapped itself around my knees and then lifted it. I got the message and wrapped both of them around his waist, my hips beginning a slow steady rhythm as a deep growl began in Derek's chest. His rough lips start to trail away from my own parted mouth, skimming my jaw and then nipping away at my neck. My hands kept pulling harder at the base of his neck, yanking away at the little hairs there.

"Derek," I barely said over a whisper, although whatever I was going to say (which more then likely was his name again) was interrupted when outside there dirt and trees shuffling.

"He wants us to wait," a deep voice said, followed by try cocking of a gun.

"And so we've been reminded," a conniving feminine voice said," to death."

"And that means we are not allowed to kill him," a third male voice adds.

"But it doesn't mean we can't say hello," the women's voice says maliciously, followed by more guns cocking.

My eyes fly open, Derek pulling away just as the steps begin to get closer. He pulls me away from the bed, using all his werewolf speed so we are hidden, when I look around I see the back entrance and what are small remains of a kitchen.

He places his hand over my lips and lifts a finger to his own, signaling to be quiet.

The steps walk up to the porch until someone's literally kicking the door away, and again the guns cocked. Three heartbeats are significantly closer.

"No one home," one of the males states.

The women disagrees," oh he's here. He's just not feeling particularly hospitable."

"Maybe he's out? Burying a bone in the backyard or something," one of the guys says and even in the scared state I'm in I still find it in me to roll my eyes. Derek meanwhile has kept a sharp hold on my waist ever since telling me to be quiet, but now his wrist is forming a tight fist. I eye him worried, keeping still even though there's nothing I want then to hold his hand.

"Really," the women backfires," a dog joke? You going there and that's the best you got? If you want to provoke him then say something like too bad your sister bit it before she had her first litter. Too bad she howled like a bitch when we cut her in half."

The last of its yelled, and my eyes slit. This time both Derek and I growl lowly and my fists tighten up, strength flowing threw them whenever I get angry. That's one thing I can't stand, bitches who don't know where they've crossed the line. And this one just fucking flew her ass over it.

I didn't notice they began walking around but Derek sure did, one moments he's pressed up against me, keeping both of us safe and the next he's flying towards the asshole with the shot dog jokes. Derek tosses him against the farthest wall, the guy screaming s he flys.

"Don't move," he barely says to me, and I do so. Standing as still as can be.

Derek the runs, jumping up several things before growling and hitting the other man with the gun, until only the women's left. Judging by the authority in her voice in guessing she's gonna be the hardest to take down.

Derek growls louder, charging forward but he's thrown off when something sounding like electricity flaring hits him and a loud thump rumbles through the ground. It's him, my heart leaps to my throat when I realize Derek's hurt

The women seems to get a joy out of it," wow, this one grew up in all the right places. I don't know wether to kill it or lick it."

Bitch, if anyone's licking anything on Derek's body it'll be me. Now back off or I'll rip your throat out Alpha style. Oh god, I need to get my hormones under control.

Derek begins struggling to get back, grumbling and twitching as I make the decision to begin looking around the corner. I need to see who this is.

I watch with widened eyes as Derek scrambles around, practically crawling to find something support. He grabs onto the green dusty couch we had been on 5 minutes ago and tries to attack her. The blonde laughs and hits him once again with the electric thing in her hand.

And Derek falls to the ground once again, this time practically rolling and convulsing until he's smacked against the nearest wall. His green eyes glance once up at me, warning me to stay out. My minds telling me to take the women out and apart of me knows I can, hell I wholeheartedly know I can take the bitch down.

She laughs, lifting the metal rod and turning it on so the electricity runs through," oh, nine hundred, thousand volts. You never were good with electricity where you? Or fire? Which is why I'm gonna let you in on a little secret and well, maybe we can help each other out. Yes your sister was severed into pieces and used as bait to try to catch you. Unpleasant and frankly a little too Texas Chainsaw Massacre for my taste, but quite true. Now here's the part that might really kick you in your balls, we didn't kill her. You think I'm lying?"

Derek's chalky voice answers," wouldn't be the first time."

My eyebrows furrow, what the duck does that mean? Did Derek know this psycho?

"Sweetie, well," she states crouching down right in front of him," why don't you listen to my heart and tell me if I am. Okay?"

The psychotic bitch starts getting near his ear slowly, pronouncing the each word," we didn't kill your sister You hear that? There's no blips or upticks, just the steady beat of the cold hard truth."

And as much as I hate to think it, she's right. There's nothing indicating she's lying.

"We found bite marks on your sisters body Derek," she details," what do you think did that? A mountain lion? Why aren't helping each other out? You might as well admit what you've been guessing all along which is the alpha killed your sister. And all you have to do is tell who it is and and we'll take care of it for you. Problem solved, everyone goes home happy."

Derek stays quiet, still trembling from the after shocks. Although I can tell it's not just from that, he's hesitating in telling her who the alpha is.

The crazy bitch guesses correctly as well, laughing at her realization," unless, you don't know either? Wow, guess you just became totally useless."

I have no clue what happens next, all I see is a perfect blur as one moment I'm standing near the corner of the kitchen trying my hated set not to get involved and the next thing I know; Derek's carrying me, we are running through the house and dense trees as gunshots are hear behind us. The breath that was suppose to exhale gets caught in my throat when I'm picked up.

He continues running until I can smell the familiarity of houses and concrete nearby. He drops me, still trembling and eyes closed as he recovers.

"What the fuck was that!" I say to him, breathing out.

I bend over, doing my best to stay calm until I notice the hole inside my grey jacket. I would have been injured if Derek hadn't saved my life, her bullets were so close.

I stick my finger through the tiny hole, eyes wondering when I've connected the dots. Holy shit, I was one lucky person.

"We're even," Derek says, looking at the whole.

I smirk, eyeing the way he's shaking and lean in, placing my lips on his once. This time it was different, like my body knew he was injured so it helped. Once again I felt cool, taking away what was left of his shaking body as my legs grew slightly weaker.

Derek's arms wrapped around me as I wavered, breathlessly I pulled away and answered," not anymore Hale."

A tiny smile displays on his lips as his green eyes searched the dense forests, watching.

My phones ringtone pulled us apart, I jumping away from him when I pulled it away.

"Shit I cursed under my breath, Derek looking interested as I turned around to answer the phone," hello."

I knew exactly what she was going to say before she even answered," Ms. Drake it's-"

I rolled my eyes and stopped her," don't bother making him an excuse, what is it this time? Drunk or high."

She hesitated before answering," I'm sorry, I really tried too get him on his way."

I sighed and ruffled my hair," it's okay, we all know how he is. Do me a favor and make sure he doesn't get himself killed."

"I'm so sorry once again," she apologizes repeatedly," I really tried."

I sigh," yeah well, he's a Drake, stubborn as hell."

"Yes, in the bad way," she mumbles quietly.

I smirk at her answer," thanks Cara, I'll explain."

She apologizes once more and then bids me goodbye, when I turn back around Derek's once again looking at me seriously. I roll my eyes and look around," uhm, I think I can smell my house from here."

"What's wrong?" He asks me.

"Ugh," I say, looking for an excuse before remembering I had told him about Charlie, there was no need to lie," nothing much, Uncle Charlie has once again how unreliable he is."

"You have something important to do?" He asks.

I shrug my shoulders," no really, parent teacher conferences are in less than an hour and he was suppose to fly out here but he's not really stable enough."

"Oh okay," Derek says, eyes looking around," I think I can smell your house in that direction so I guess you should start walking."

I nod, looking behind me before glancing back to him," what about you?"

He scratches his head, thinking before lying," I suppose just wait for awhile then go back."

I shake my head," no, come with me. You can wait it out at mines while I go to the conference. It's terribly cold out here and you're not even wearing a shirt, so unless you're going to say you have the next shift at the local strip club; which there isn't one you're coming with me."

He goes to protest before I grab him by the forearms and drag him," come on I can try and find you something warm to wear."

He doesn't say anything else, although I can feel his eyes me the entire time we walk quietly next to each other. The leaves crunch under our feet the entire time as it grows darker and colder. For a moment I think about handing him my jacket but I'm about 7 times smaller then him so there's no way it would help in the slightest, instead I just pick up my pace.

When we finally arrive to the fence I lift myself up and over it while Derek simply jumps over it quickly.

"Are you sure?" Derek's asks again, looking up at the big house.

I nod and just open the door," yeah, it's fine. You're welcome to stay or leave whenever you want, come on I think Jackson might have left something here that could fit you."

He nods and walks through the quiet halls while I switch lights on, we are just about about to walk up the stairs when the house booms with the doorbell ringing.

I groan and just glance back at Derek," sorry, hold on. I have no clue who it could be."

I grumble, unlocking the latches and yanking the door open, eyes widening when it's Jackson who's belligerent and drunk.

"Best friend!" He yells, pushing forward to walk in," come on! Let's get out of here!"

I close the door, cutting him off from walking in," Jackson what are you doing?"

He displays the bottle of Jack Daniels before answering," come on! Stop playing, I want to see you and hang out! I miss you!"

Seriously I shake my head," Jackson I can't deal with this shit right now, go home and get some sleep."

His blue eyes sadden," but you're suppose to hang out with me! Remember we said we would ditch it together!"

Vaguely I remember making that promise not long ago but I still shake my head," that was before. I can't do that now, you need to go."

I go to close the door but he stops me, pulling on my hand against the door frames and holding it, "you said you wouldn't leave me alone!"

I gently pull my hand away," Jackson, really I can't do this right now. I'm not leaving you but we can't hang out until you're sober enough to talk cause what you said yesterday was not okay. Now go home and get some fucking sleep."

I slam the door, huffing as I turn and walking up the stairs. Derek doesn't say anything but follow.

When we get to the vacant room I walk straight to the dresser," sorry about the dresses, my friend Lydia has been dress hunting for formal and well this is where they're kept."

"Why does it sound like you're not interested?" He asks standing behind me as I rifle through Jacksons clothes. I wanted to thank him for not asking about Jackson but refrained.

"Because I'm not, I'm being forced this year to go but any other year is be happy to stay home and eat my weight in junk food," I state, pulling out a maroon shirt," do you think this will fit?"

He looks at the shirt for a moment," no."

I sigh throwing it back into the pile I have made," well that's the biggest shirt I could find in Jackson shirt, man you're really buff. I don't know where I could get you another one, unless..."

I bite my lip, thinking about the other option while Derek waits for me to continue, "unless?"

Against my heart slightly hurting I walk away from the dresser and head towards another room," come on."

"Where are we going," he asks.

When we get to the door I have to take a couple of breaths, my palms sweaty. Its been forever since I've walked into this room, I'm pretty sure the maids came in here to clean but other then that no one opened this door except those moments where I felt completely weak.

Slowly I managed to turn the knob and flip the switch on the light. The entire room was a closet, rows upon rows of clothes u get everywhere and if not then they were neatly stored in boxes. Here I kept all the clothes my parents and brother and managed to leave. I went straight to Dominic's side of the closet, gulping down the knot in my throat.

"What is this?" Derek's asks softly.

I bite my lip from answering, moving clothes around until I find one I can part with. Its a dark grey shirt, one that I remember Dom wearing multiple times. He had 2 of them and I kept one for myself, sometimes I'll sleep in it. I turn and hold the shirt to my chest before pushing it over to Derek," here you go."

He grips the shirt between his finger, I refuse to look him in the eye and instead walk out, shutting the door behind me. Derek behind me puts it on and says," thank you."

I nod, walking," just please don't get blood or dirt on it."

He nods while I walk into my room and head straight for the closet. I yank the jacket off, throwing it straight into the trash can before someone finds out about it.

"Derek!" I yell out once I've found a different jacket, grabbing my keys from there spot," in leaving! Derek-"

But when I walk into the kitchen I see the doors are open and there's a note on the dinging table

Thanks for the shirt, I owe you even more. I'll see you soon...

A small smile appears on my lips reading the note as I walk out, I think it's the small boost needed to get ready for the next hours.

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Honest to god parent teacher conferences are boring. Once again I end up mentally cussing Charlie out. Since he was too drunk to show up my parent teacher conferences are much different then every other student. Basically it's all my teachers sitting around Ms. Morrels office in what looks like a fucking AA meeting and each of them telling her about me. I shouldn't even be here but Marin Morrell thinks I have to suffer just a little more. Seriously, I thought I was considering making a runner towards the exit door.

"That was bullshit," I say to her, watching as Mr. Harris leaves the room, being the last to walk out.

"I don't think so," Ms. Morrell says," your teachers had a lot of positive feedback, much better then last years. More social, aggressive, and the leadership compliment from Harris was a surprise."

I snort," that fucking weasel is only looking for a bonus in his paycheck."

She sighs, disappointed," you're free to go. I'll make sure to have Charlie and Natalie informed."

For once I smirk at her," sweet, bye."

With that I jump up and bound out of the doors, planning on finding lots of candy and food and then going to see Lydia. I hate having no time to see her, I love her like a sister and damn it I need to go see her.

Literally I'm fucking skipping down the halls that is until I bump into Melissa McCall.

"Oh my god," I yelp, grabbing onto her so she doesn't topple over," I'm sorry Melissa."

She laughs, shaking her head," well that's certainly a way to say hello. It's fine honey, I was going to look for you either way. Have you heard or seen from Scott?"

Allison and Scott's ditch party flashes through my mind and I almost shake my head at them, seriously did they want to get caught?

I shake my head," no, not since earlier. Could he be with Stiles?"

She shrugs," maybe, anyways I'm sorry I have to get going. I need to go see his teachers."

I nod, looking around," would you like some company? I'm done with my conferences?"

"Really," she says stunned," but they just started? How did you finish so quick?"

I smile, trying to cut nonchalant," my uncle Charlie wasn't able to attend, so the counselor was responsible for that."

She smiles," well then in that case you're welcome to come along."

I nod and link my arm with hers," by the way, I think your hair is gorgeous."

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"Mr. Harris is a sneaky little weasel," I tell Melissa as we walk out of his classroom," he has no right saying things like that. Honestly he's number 3 on my kill list, after the assholes that killed biggie and tupac."

Mr. Harris being the obnoxious dumbass he is spent most of the conference discussing Scott's home life. I mean honestly, what the fuck does it matter to him? He's certainly not having a home life if he spends his days being bitter. So while Melissa and I tried texting and calling Scott multiples times we had to endure his snarky remarks, and I had to restrain from literally growing at him.

Melissa breaks out in a laugh, although I can still see anger in her eyes," you have a kill list?"

I shrug my shoulders," well it's more like a ruin their lives until nothing is left but dimes for them to pick up."

"I think I might have to add Scott to your list," she mumbles," where the hell could he be?"

I shrug my shoulders as we walk out," I'll try calling him again."

She nods and I walk off just as I see Allisons silver car pull up, shit!

I quickly run over as Melissa walks in a different direction, ducking slightly I have Allison pull the window down so I can whisper," red alert you guys! They know and trust me they are pissed! I did the best I could but damn is it hard with nosy teachers! I'm sorry!"

Both their eyes widen and I see them gulp before slowly getting out of the car, ready to face the music. I stand up, walking around until Melissa hasn't noticed me around and I'm just walking next to her.

"Where the hell have you been!" Melissa yells at Scott.

"Nowhere mom," Scott defends while I bite my lip as he looks at me and Allison.

"Nowhere meaning not at school?" Melissa clarifies.

Chris and Victoria Argent walk up then, looking angrier then ever and yelling at Allison but my focus shifts when I hear a scream. All of us turn in the same direction and Melissa begins walking in that direction I following her.

Parents and kids begin running into their cars, locking the doors with terrified expression in their faces.

We end up near the sheriff who's searching for something as well, my heart jumps when I hear the dark growls. Its paws thumping away on the gravel although I can't see it.

The sheriffs yelling at everyone," move! move!"

I run after him, watching carefully incase I need to intervene. He suddenly runs in front of a reversing car, and without thinking I run forward, pushing him out of the way but not making it fully. The car slams into my hip, throwing me to the ground as I groan.

Both the sheriff and Melissa, as well as other concerned adults near me.

"I'm okay," I assure them although my hip is painful as hell but healing at the same time. I just grit my teeth and sit through the pain, I suppose it would be deeply bruised if I wasn't a werewolf.

Two gunshots are heard through the air, and I hurry to get up, clamping my teeth together as Sheriff helps me.

Slowly we walk towards the crowd forming, my eyes trained on Chris Argent who's got the silver gun. My mouth wide open in fear and shock.

When we approach the crowd forming we see exactly what everyone's been saying, the same thing I smelled.

The dead mountain lion.

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Okay so if anyone noticed I changed her brothers name. I felt like I didn't like it enough so I changed it to one in very happy with. Let me know if you recognize it from somewhere ;)