"Why did you have to come grocery shopping with me if all you wanted was ham," Scott asks me as we walk up the stairs towards the car parking lot.

"1 because the maids forgot to get me ham and I love it so damn much it's like the one thing I can't live without and 2 because your mom likes me and thought I would watch over you so your hormonal little self wouldn't run off to feel up Allison," I simply answered, skipping as I looked around for the car.

"You couldn't have helped me with one of these bags?" He gestures down.

I briefly glance down towards his hands carrying about 15 bags and shake my head," your mom said I had to come with you, not help."

"IM CARRYING YOUR BAG!" He exclaims, gesturing towards the plastic bag full of ham.

I scoff," alright you big baby, give me my bag!"

I ha m it out of his hand and he looks at me in disbelief," really one!"

I shrug my shoulders," you were complaining about holding my bag! Now where did you park the car?"

He narrows his eyes a little before looking around," I can't remember."

Rolling my eyes I glance around," that's just perfect, okay hand me the keys."

He looks at me with wide eyes," do you think I can with all this shit in my hands Imelda?"

I narrows my eyes at his smart ass comments," well would you rather I stick my hand down your pants?"

He nods and quickly struggles to get the keys out, he succeeds and just as he goes to hand them to me the dumbass drops the milk gallon. The thing then decides to roll under a car

"Perfect," I grumble to him," I'll get it."

Scott drops the grocery bags and squats down with me," I think it's all the way on the other side..."

The thing is suddenly rolled back to us, claw marks indented into. I look at Scott once, both of us instinctively grabbing each other's hands as growls are heard. That's it, we are running off, down the empty parking lot. Scott's hand digging into my own as we run around cars. My feet skidded against the floors, running as light and fast as possible. We run until the ground starts deepening and the worlds LEVEL 3 are visible. Scott seemed to look around for a moment before shoving us behind a giant black truck, he sticks a hand over my mouth silencing my ragged breathing while I shut up and concentrate on quieting down.

Oh god, this alpha seriously can't pick better moments to attack us. Now we've left all the groceries in some unknown spot where some hobo will probably go back and eat it. That probably shouldn't be the thing I'm worrying about but honestly my heart rate needs to calm down because right now we might as well have a flashing disco ball attached to us.

We are far too frantic, Scott notices at the same time as I do so we both begin looking around for a distraction or something to at least cover our heart rates. I look around searching for anything that'll make very loud noise and then notice the tall building near us. It's an office building which means they should have alarms, quickly I run off, Scott putting his own plan into motion as I find the nearest thing that I could throw, which happens to be someone's tool box that I found in their truck trunk and fling it. I watch on, holding my breath as the box soars through the air and final connects with the glass building. It breaks and soon enough the alarms are ringing like wild. Scott has come up with the idea of jumping into every car and starting their alarms which together makes for a very difficult time for the alpha. He makes a full circle until he's jumping on the car nearest me and then grabs me, both of us running further down a level.

I skid against the concrete, managing to hide behind a small Corolla, Scott running in behind me as both of us duck.

Scott has his hand wrapped around my forearm while I look over, searching for the alpha. I don't hear anything, although that might be because of all the alarms but it's still a relief not to hear growls of any kind.

But soon enough Scott's phone starts ringing, I whip around watching as he clumsily pulls it out and murmurs," no, no stop!"

"Shut it off!" I yell trying to yank it from his hands when suddenly someones grabbing at the top of my hoodie.

His claws dig straight into my hoodie and throw me flat onto the hood of the car, gripping both my arms above my head with hand and holding me down.

"She's dead, we are all dead," Derek's voice yells down at Scott.

"Dammit Derek," I yell," this isn't funny anymore!"

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"What the fuck was that!" I yelled while Scott simultaneously also said," what the hell was that!"

"I said I was gonna teach you Scott," he says quickly glancing at him," I didn't say when."

"Yeah well you scared the shit out of me," I yelled, Scott nodding.

"Not yet," he simply answers making my hand twitch.

"Okay but I was fast right!" Scott asks Derek.

"Not fast enough."

"But the car think that was smart right!"

"Until your phone rang."

"Yeah but that... I mean... Would you just stop!" Scott finally yells aggravated.

Derek stops walking and turns towards both of us.

"What happened the other night, Stiles dad almost getting hurt and Imelda actually getting hurt! That was my fault I should have been there to do something! I need you to teach me how to control this," Scott pleads.

"Look I am what I am because of birth. You were bitten, teaching someone who was bitten. Teaching someone who was bitten takes time, I don't even know if I can teach you!"

"Well what do I have to do!" Scott asks.

"You have to get rid of distractions," Derek says and instantly the color drains from Scott's face. He knows exactly what Derek means by distraction, especially when the green eyed wolf yanks away his phone showing Allison's name in bold letters," you see this. This is why I caught both of you. If I had been the alpha or hunter Imelda would be dead, your first priority like mine is to make sure she stays alive, to do that you have to learn how to control it. You want me to teach you how to control it, get rid of her!"

My eyes narrow slightly at his words, blood boiling cause he knows damn well I can take care of myself. I don't need anyone to keep me alive, I've been doing it for the past couple of years and believe me when I say I can continue it.

"What just because of her family?" Scott questions angrily.

Derek simply holds the phone up and launched it at the nearest wall, it smashing to pieces. Scott tries to stop him with," wait! Wait!"

Unfortunately that does little to help, Derek turning back to look at him," you getting angry! That's your first lesson! You wanna learn how to control it? How to shift? You do it through anger, by tapping into a primal animal rage. You can't do that with her around."

Scott suddenly starts breathing deeper, eyes looking angrier then ever as he states," I can get angry."

"Not angry enough!" Derek yells," this is the only way that I can teach you! Now can you stay away from her? At least until after the full moon?"

"If that's what it takes-"

"Do you want them to find out about her," Derek yells at him, pointing towards me,"Do you want to live! Do you want to protect your friends yes or no?"

"Yes!" Scott yells," if you can teach me I can stay away from her."

Derek nods, believing him from what I can tell until he looks over at me," and you! Stop turning into a werewolf! No matter what do not shift in front of anyone! That's how your kind stays alive, blending into the humans so no one suspects."

I scoff," so what I'm just suppose to play the damsel in distress while you all fight?"

He nods," that's the only way you live."

I squint my eyes," fuck that. I'm not letting anyone die in honor of me, I can kick some major ass. I'm not sitting around waiting for some bullshit knight to take all the glory. Come on Scott, lets go."

Quickly I grab Scott's wrist, pulling him with me in the direction of the dropped grocery bags.

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For about 15 minutes we sat in the car, both Scott and I stayed completely silent. Scott's fingers kept gripping the wheel tighter and tighter, until he would release and huff. Meanwhile I kept twitching my leg, replaying Derek's words like they were the realist thing in the world. He had no idea what the fuck I can do for myself.

"AHHHH!" I finally yelled and growled out in the car, Scott not even flinching at my sudden outburst.

When I stopped screaming and just breathed loudly Scott looked over," I have no clue how you like him."

So I may give informed both the boys on what happened between Derek and I the other day, but it's only because they were curious why I smelled like him. Lydia was clearly still trying to process the monster from hell the other night and I'm almost certain Jackson would not care to know about who I kissed, in fact I'm pretty sure he would hunt him down. Either way, I needed to tell someone the information that Derek had given me.

I glared at the side of Scott's head, he nodded his head in approval of my rant and I sucked in a huge breath to start," WHAT A FUCKING ASSHOLE! LIKE JESUS FUCKING CHRIST WHO THE FUCK TAUGHT HIM HOW TO TREAT ANYONE! HOLY SHIT WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH ME? HOW ON FUCKING EARTH DO I STILL FIND THAT ATTRACTIVE! IM PERFECTLY CAPABLE OF TAKING CARE OF MYSELF!"

Scott simply nods, keeping his mouth shut like a good guy friend who doesn't want to get mauled by his pissed off friends. Instead Scott, being the best person in the world turns straight into the nearest fast station and stops the car.

I look over, acting coy," why did we stop?"

He sighs," cause I need to drop you off home but I also don't want you going out and murdering Derek or more then likely having an angry make out session so I'm buying you a Gatorade and m&ms. You like the peanut ones right?"

In response I give him a cheesy smile," thanks Scotty, you sure know how to make a girl happy."

"Yeah well, I kind of have to make sure you stay out of harm," he mumbles while getting out of the car.

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Awhile later as I'm sitting munching away at my m&ms and watching Daryl Dixon fight off zombies I get a call from Scott.

"Imelda!" He yells into the phone as soon as I pick up.

Spitting out the candy in my mouth as I take note of the desperation in his voice I ask," what happened!"

"The alpha! The alpha, he came after me!" He screams into the phone and I hear his tires screech in the background.

Quickly my fingers fumble to pause the movie," really? Holy crap! Where? When? How? What happened?"

"Allison's house!" He yells and I resist the urge to roll my eyes remembering his early promise to Derek," it tried getting to me but I ran inside the car! It even drew a spiral from the fog of my car window!"

I widen my eyes, "holy shit! It didn't try and break your window or anything? That's all it did?"

"Yeah! But I'm pretty sure if I hadn't made it to my car I would have been dead!" He yells

I gulp," alright, just get home Scott, lock your doors and windows I'm sure it won't come after you again tonight."

"Let's hope so," he mumbles.

"Oh and Scott." I say before he hangs up

"Yeah?"

Smirking I tease," stay away from Allison."

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"I've literally never been so happy to see you saneLydia."

She rolls her eyes at me," yeah right, you nicknamed me Loopy Lydia. For the last couple of days we've been acting like little kids!"

I smirk," that's only because loopy Lydia likes to have actual fun."

"We spent the majority of Tuesday playing around on the swings!" She defends.

"Hey, you ran for them first. I just followed," was my quick response to her as I lean against the lockers next to hers.

She grimaces at me," you're the only normal one in that situation and yet you still ended up with driving me around to my hearts content."

I roll my eyes at her," okay, okay so maybe I was waiting for a little loopy Lydia but to be honest it's only because normal Lydia treats me like a bratz doll."

It's her turn to roll green eyes and instead just grabs my arm," anyways, have you heard from Jackson?"

I nibble on the inside of my cheek before answering," honestly no. I think he's irritated I wouldn't hang out with him the night of the parent teacher conference."

She look off into the hallways before answering," yeah well, you and I both. He hasn't really tried calling me lately."

I sigh, refusing to think of Jacksons confession at all," come on, we have to get to class."

She nods, linking her arm with my own, oblivious to my distraught face.

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Want to help me kick Scott's ass?
-Stiles.

I smirk, reading the message over a couple times. Stiles was ludicrous, the boy so reckless he'd put Evil Knievel to shame, with that being said I wasn't one to turn down a little fun. I practically skipped into the cafeteria after reading that message looking over to Stiles and a book covered Scott. I winked and nodded at Stiles who's smile only grew, oh we were definitely going to do some damage today.

"..." even the church declared the monster a messenger of Satan," Allison said, my ears only catching the last of her words.

Lydia dramatically ate her food and answered," still boring."

I sat down, Allison continuing on," cryptic zoologist believe it may have been a subspecies of a predator."

"...slipping into a coma bored," Lydia quickly commented to which I smirked.

What was Allison talking about, the big book in her hands looking ratted and dusty.

"While others believed it was a powerful sorcerer who could shape shift into a man eating monster," Allison continued on a quite humorous voice.

Looks like someone's taking there History assignment too seriously.

"Any of this have anything to do with your family?" I asked, grabbing one of Lydia's fries.

"This," Allison says, slipping over a couple lines," it is believed that la bête was finally killed by a renowned hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature. His name was Argent."

She says the last sentence with a proud smile, meanwhile the dots have connected in my head at her words. I only gulp in response, processing her words.

Lydia doesn't seem to care," your ancestors killed a big wolf, so what?"

Allison flips a page," not just a big wolf. Take a look at this picture," the books flipped over for us to see," what does it look like to you guys?"

For a moment I swear my heart stops completely at the picture, my brain snapping me to compose itself when Allison states at me. The picture, it looks almost identical to the real life Alpha wolf I had seen. Even the terrible red eyes sent goosebumps down my spine.

Lydia is almost entranced by the picture, forgetting completely about eating and only stating at it as I try to process words.

"Lydia, Imelda," Allison says, snapping is back.

I can't get over the red eyes, the same taunting expression in them like that time at the video store.

"It looks..." Lydia says, brining me fully back," like a big wolf. See you both in history."

With a forced smile she gets up and walks out, leaving me still staring at the picture, Allisons' eyes drifting right back to me.

"Definitely a messenger of Satan," I murmur, grabbing my bag and standing up, looking over to Stiles who stand," I'll see you."

With that, I follow Stiles out the door, a concerned look on his face.

Like Lydia, I force the smile and say," where to partner in crime?"

He only smirks and leads me down the hallways, the Devils glint in his eye.

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"Heads up Scotty boy," I mumble behind me, throwing a heart rate monitor behind me," put this on."

He catches with ease and then walks in front of Stiles and I while we rifle through the bag," isn't this one of the heart monitors for the track team?"

"Yup," I say popping the 'p'," we borrowed it."

"Stole it," he tries correcting.

Stiles glares and clarifies," temporarily misappropriated. Coach uses it to monitor his heart rate with his phone when he jogs, and you're going to wear it for the rest of the day."

"Isn't that coaches phone?" Scott asks, looking at the device between my fingers.

"That I stole," I bluntly state.

What? I did actually have to steal it.

"Why?"

Stiles starts to detail for him," alright well your heart rate goes up when you go wolf right, when you play lacrosse. When you're with Allison? When you get angry right? Maybe learning to control it is tied to controlling your heart rate."

Scott's face lighten up, realizing something," like the Incredible Hulk?"

"Kind of like the incredible hulk," Stiles just shrugs, somehow ha agreeing

"No, I'm like the Incredible Hulk," he tries defending.

"No, because if we were dealing with the Incredible Hulk then you'd be smart enough to realize some of these things by yourself... now will you shut up and put it on?" I finally say, hurrying this process along.

He nods and quickly begins to throwing it on, slightly annoyed at my cut to his ego.

"Alright Imelda," Stiles says, while he helps Scott place the monitor in the correct places," grab the duct tape."

Scott's head shots up," duct tape?"

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"Guys!" Scott yells 10 feet away from us," this isn't exactly how I wanted to spend my free period."

He turns around, looking like an escaped hostage as his arms are duct taped behind him and watches in slight horror as Stiles aims the lacrosse stick.

I stand next to Stiles, biting at my lip, this is going to be the best disaster ever. I really want to take a swing myself.

"Alright ready?" Stiles asks, ignoring Scott's last comment," remember don't get angry."

Stiles hands me the Coach's phone, while Scott mumbles," I'm starting to think this is a really bad idea."

I snort," oh you have no clue."

Stiles starts swinging away, some balls hitting Scott although not as hard as would be necessary. Scott's heart only jumps slightly, never really being dangerous.

"Stiles," I mumble," try harder, we need to kick the shit out of him."

He throws another that barely managed to smack Scott on the face," you see that ones hit his face!"

I narrow my eyes," that one was equivalent to a 6 year old hitting him with a pillow."

"Oh really?" He says back and plucks the stick towards me," you try then! If you think you can do better."

I look at the stick and then Scott, biting my lip. Oh what the hell.

With a smile on my face I take the stick, switching with him and then move my wrist around.

"Imelda," Scott's cautious voice says," are you sure you can do this?"

With ease I get one of the balls inside the net and then look up with a grin," you know, Jackson did manage to teach me lacrosse but I did suck back then. Wonder if my aims improved."

A look of dread takes over Scott's face when I finish talking. I launch the ball then, it smacks against the spot between his chest. Instantly the color drains from his face and he is huffing out loud enough to get everyone's attention.

Stiles looks over with big smile," your aim has definitely improved."

Scott manages to stand straight up, heaving," okay that was a hard one."

I just giggle and pick up another ball," remember, keep your heart steady. And just know, I feel really bad about this."

With a small grunt I throw the ball once again, this time it manages to hit him straight in the stomach.

"Head!" I suddenly hear stiles whisper next to me," aim for his head."

A little giggle escapes me, throwing the ball just as he asked and then full out laughing when it hits exactly.

Still laughing I manage to throw another ball, this time hitting him right under the belt.

"Son of a bitch!" Scott yells out, while I drop to the ground in laughter.

Stiles is practically howling when he claps his hand on my arm," yup definitely improved."

I laugh at little more, trying to hold the giggles in while I pick up the next ball.

"Come on Scott," I barely mumble," keep calm."

This time when the balls lunged it hits his shoulder, cause him to once again yelp out. And so it goes on, smacking him with as many balls as possible until he's red in the face with pain and cursing me out. That is, until Stiles clamps his hand on my shoulder, halting my movements. I look over at him to see him holding the phone up, it beeping loudly and reaching high numbers.

We both look back at Scott at the same time who's now down on the ground, groaning loudly. My ears pick up his increasing heart rate.

Oh crap this is not good.

"Scott," Stiles says slowly, but Scott doesn't answer only groans out until he's hands have ripped from the tape and are now clutching the dried grass in front of him.

Stiles starts pulling me along until we are near him, the beeping from the flow phone now slowing as he rolls over.

"Scott?" Stiles asks," you started to change didn't you?

"The anger," he says between breathes," it was more then that... it's like the angrier I got the stronger I felt."

"So it is anger then, Derek's right," I clarify.

"I can't be around Allisons," he states and both Stiles and I stare at him confused.

"Just because she makes you happy...." Stiles questions.

"No because she makes me weak."

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"What's dying in there," I ask, my nose scrunching up as soon as I get a smell of the boys locker room. Scott and Stiles walking out from it with their backpacks in hand.

"That's what I said!" Scott says at the same time.

"Seriously," I say almost gagging," are you sure a a cat hasn't died in there."

The boys both shrug as we walk into chemistry, plopping down on the nearest seats but suddenly my eyebrows furrow in worry.

Where is Jackson?

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I'm so sorry I haven't had the chance to update! I was extremely busy last week! I was also trying to make this entire chapter one episode so I could move onto night school which I'm excited as hell to write but I didn't get the chance! Anyways sorry! Hope you liked!