Y/n, Stiles and Scott pull the school doors closed behind them as they hide from the Alpha. "Lock it, lock it!" Scott urges.

"Do I look like I have a key?" Stiles snaps.

"We need to grab something." Y/n says.

"What?"

"I don't know! Anything!" Stiles thinks for a moment and gets an idea. He gets up and looks out of the windows at the bolt cutters left on the ground. Y/n and Scott also look out the window spotting the cutters as well. "No." She shakes her head.

"Yes."

"Stiles, no, don't." Scott tries to stop him but it's too late, Stiles slips out of the doors. He looks around and carefully makes his way towards the cutters. Scott and Y/n keep an eye out and soon enough the Alpha stalks out from behind the Jeep. "Come back, come back!"

"Stiles!" Y/n and Scott bang on the door to warn him. Stiles looks back at them before noticing the Alpha. The Alpha charges and Stiles bolts back towards his friends, slipping back into the school and placing the cutters into the door handles. They all hold the doors for a moment before looking out again but the Alpha is nowhere in sight.

"Where is it? Where'd it go?" Scott asks. Stiles takes his flashlight and shines it outside. When he doesn't find anything they back away from the door. "That won't hold, will it?"

"Probably not."

"Definitely not." Y/n sighs. They take a moment to breathe but a howl ripping through the air makes them bolt down the dark halls. They scramble into a classroom.

"The desk." Stiles directs. He and Y/n pull one side and Scott pushes the other. It scrapes against the floor and Stiles stops them. "Shh, stop, stop. The door's not gonna keep it out."

"I know." Scott sighs.

"I hate your boss."

"What?" Y/n and Scott both asked.

"Deaton, the Alpha?"

"Are you insane?" Y/n glared. "Alan is not the Alpha."

"Yes, murdering psycho werewolf."

"That can't be." Scott argues.

"It definitely can't."

"Oh, come on. He disappears, and that thing shows up ten seconds later to toss Derek 20 feet through the air? That's not convenient timing?"

"It's not him."

"He killed Derek."

"Alan is not the Alpha!" Y/n growls out. Stiles double takes as he notices her glare and subtely leans away from her.

"No, Derek's not dead." Scott denies. "He can't be dead."

"Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury." Stiles says.

"He's a werewolf, you don't know what they can heal from."

Stiles ignores Y/n. "He's dead, and we're next."

"Okay, just... What do we do?" Scott asks.

They all pant from the adrenaline as Stiles thinks. "We get to my Jeep, we get out of here, you seriously think about quitting your job, good?"

"If he's the Alpha what happens with me, huh? Where do I go?" Y/n questions him.

"Uh... You could move in with me." Y/n rolls her eyes at him as they go over to the window. Scott tries to open it but Stiles stops him. "No, they don't open. The school's climate-controlled."

"Then we break it." Scott suggests.

"Which will make a lot of noise." Y/n points out.

"Then we run really fast." He notices how far the car is. "Really fast." He looks at the Jeep more and furrows his brows. "Stiles, what's wrong with the hood of your Jeep?"

"What do you mean? Nothing's wrong."

"It's bent."

"Dented?" He moves around Scott to look himself.

"No." Y/n also examines it. "Like bent."

"Wha- what the hell ha-" Stiles is cut off by Y/n's scream and a window shattering. They duck down as an object slides across the floor. Stiles shines his light on it and they can see the scratch marks on the battery to the Jeep. "That's my battery." He goes to get up but Scott pulls him down.

"Don't."

"We have to move."

"He could be right outside."

"He is right outside." Y/n snaps.

"Just let me take a look." Scott hesitantly peeks his head over the sill to look outside but doesn't see anything.

"Anything?" Stiles peeks up too.

"No."

"Move now?"

"Move now." They get up and go out into the hall, Scott looking both ways before starting to go to the right. "This way."

"No, no, no, no. Somewhere without windows."

"Literally every room has windows." She points out.

"Somewhere with less windows."

Scott gets an idea. "The locker room." They make their way to the locker room and close the door. "Call your dad."

"And tell him what?"

"I don't know, anything. Gas leak, a fire, whatever. If that thing sees the parking lot filled with cop cars, it'll take off."

"What if it doesn't? What if it goes completely Terminator and kills every cop in sight, including my dad?"

"They have guns."

"Scott, it took a wolfsbane-laced bullet to slow Derek down. Regular bullets are gonna hardly scratch that thing out there." Y/n gestures vaguely outside.

"Then we... We have to... We have to find a way out and just run for it."

"There's nothing near the school for at least a mile." Stiles says.

"What about Derek's car?"

"That could work. We go outside, we get the keys off his body, ugh, and then we take his car."

"And him."

"Fine. Whatever." They start walking towards the door but Scott, hearing something, stops them.

"I think I heard something."

"Like what?"

"Shh, quiet." Y/n listens and hears shuffling, her and the boys backing away. Stiles' light shines on the door and Y/n snatches it from him, turning the light off and sitting it aside.

"Hide." She says. Stiles goes for a locker and it rattles as he opens it and gets inside. "Stiles, what-" But he shuts the door. Y/n groans as she and Scott also hide in a locker, her being a bit more quieter. Y/n closes her eyes and tries to calm her breathing. There's something she should be doing, there's something she could be doing, but she's too scared. She can't even spark a candle with how rattled her nerves are. She hears the door handle turn, the door opening behind it. There's a scream and she and Stiles fall out of the lockers. The janitor had discovered them.

"Son of a bitch!" He exclaims and the teens try to shush him. "Quiet my ass, what the hell are you trying to do, kill me? All three of you, get out."

"Just listen for half a second, okay?" Stiles tries.

"Not okay. Get the hell out of here right now." He ushers them out and pushes them out of the locker room.

"Please, just listen to us." Y/n pleads but it's no use.

"Just shut up and go." He suddenly screams as he's yanked back and the door slams, a growl being heard. The janitor slams against the door with a scream, blood stains the window. He screams more and Scott tries to open the door but it won't budge. Stiles and Y/n pull him away and they run.

They make it to another door outside, but when they try it, it's blocked from the other side. Scott looks through and finds a dumpster blocking the doors. "It's a dumpster."

"He pushed it in front of the door. To block us in." Stiles said.

"At least we know he's sorta orginised." Y/n huffed.

"Come on, help me." Stiles tries to push the door open but Scott pulls him away.

"Stop!"

"I'm not dying here." The trio go down the halls. "I'm not dying at school."

"We're not going to die." Y/n assures.

"God, what is he doing? What does he want?"

"Me." Scott snaps. "Derek says it's stronger with a pack."

"Yeah, great. A phychotic werewolf who's into teamwork. That's- that's beautiful." Scott stops them as he looks out a window. The Alpha sits on the roof staring at them. Y/n's breath hitches when he starts running along the roof towards them. The teens take off and a moment later the windows shatter as the Alpha bursts through and chases them. They turn and go through the doors to get to the stairwell and go down. They run through the basement area and hide behind some old lockers. Scott looks around the corner and sees the Alpha just down the way and ducks back. The Alpha growls as it looks around for them.

"Go." Scott mouths and they move away and further into the basement.

"All right, we have to do something." Stiles says.

"Like what?" Y/n pants.

"I don't know. Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it- something." Glass shatters somewhere and they flinch at the sound. Stiles looks over and sees that they're standing in front of a random room with a heavy door. He reaches into his pocket, his keys slightly jangling.

"Stiles, what-"

"Shh, shh, shh." He shushes her. He carefully pulls his keys out and tosses them into the room, pulling the two back as the Alpha growls and barrels down the hall and into the room. Stiles and Y/n push the door closed. "The desk. Come on, the desk." Scott pushes a heavy desk forward and they position it to block the door. The Alpha tries to open the door but only moves it a bit but the door doesn't open. They smile at each other for their small victory.

They all jump when the Alpha rams the door again but still doesn't budge. "Come on, Scott." Y/n urges him to hop over the desk.

"What?"

"Come on." She gestures for him again and, with a nervous glance through the small window, he obliges. Stiles starts inching towards the blocked door making Y/n tap him. "What are you doing?" She whispers.

"I just wanna get a look at it."

"Are you crazy?" Scott asks.

"Idiotic more like it."

"Look, it's trapped, okay? It's not gonna get out."

"Which is our chance to leave, don't ya think?"

He ignores her and climbs onto the desk and peeks through the window. "Yeah, that's right, we got you."

"Will you shut up!" Scott whisper yelled.

"I'm not scared of this thing."

"You should be." Y/n scolds. A thump against the door and Stiles jumps back and scrambles off the desk.

"I'm not scared of you." He yells at the door. "Right, 'cause you're in there, and we're out here. You're not going any-" Crashing sounds as the Alpha tears through the ceiling.

"Stiles." Y/n whines, the ceiling starts caving as the Alpha crawls through the vents and they run again.

They're running through the basement when Scott stops them. "Wait. Do you hear that?"

"Hear what?" Stiles asks. Y/n listens and her eyes widen.

"It sounds like a phone ringing."

"What?"

"I know that ring. It's Allison's phone. Stiles, I need your phone." Stiles rummages through his pocket and hands Scott his phone and he immediatly dials Allison's number.

"Stiles?" She answers.

"It's me, where are you?"

"I'm in the school looking for you, why weren't you at my place?"

"Where are you right now?"

"On the first floor."

"Where? Where are you exactly?"

"The swimming pool."

"Get to the lobby. Go now."

"Okay, okay, I'm coming." Scott gives Stiles his phone back and the three rush to meet up with Allison.

"Why did you come?" Scott asks as soon as he sees her. "What are you doing here?"

"Because you asked me to." She says it as if it's obvious.

"I asked you to?" He glances back at his friends in confusion. She pulls out her phone and shows him a text that she had gotten.

Meet me at the school. URGENT -Scott

"Why do I get the feeling you didn't send this message?"

"Because I didn't."

"Did you drive here?" Stiles asks.

"Jackson did."

"Jackson's here too?" Scott exclaims.

"And Lydia, what's going on?"

"Lydia? What-" Y/n frowns.

"Who sent this text?" Allison's phone rings and she answers. "Where are you?" A door opens behind her and Lydia and Jackson group together with them.

"Finally." Lydia sighs. "Can we go now?" Heavy thuds sound from above them and Scott grabs Allison's hand.

"Run!" Y/n orders and they all start to sprint just as the Alpha bursts through the ceiling. They run down the hall, the Alpha in hot pursuit, and they crash through the first door they could, Scott locking it right behind them. Y/n slightly bumps into Stiles as he stares at the wall and when she also looks she realizes why he stopped. "Oh no." She muttered.

The two turn as the other four start to barracade the doors. "Help me get this in front of the door." Scott directs.

"Scott, wait, not here." Stiles tries to warn.

"What was that? Scott, what was that?" Allison questions.

"What came out of the ceiling?" Lydia sounded scared.

"Will you just help me?" Scott says. "The chairs- stack the chairs."

"Guys- Can we just wait a second? You guys, listen to me, w- can we wait a second? Guys? Stiles talking. Can we hang on one second, please?" Stiles repeatedly tries to get them to stop but they're too panicked to listen.

"HEY!" Y/n yells and the sound makes the frantic teens stop and actually listen.

"Okay. Thank you." He says to her. "Nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now... What should we do about the 20 foot wall of windows?" He gestures widely to said window. They're quiet for a moment until Allison breaks the silence.

"Can somebody please explain to me what's going on, because I'm freaking out here. And I would like to know why. Scott?" She calls after him as he takes a few steps away to think.

Y/n and Stiles glance between Scott and the waiting teens and he decides to speak up. "Somebody killed the janitor."

"What?" Lydia whimpered.

"Yeah, the janitor's dead."

"What's he talking about? Is this a joke?" Allison laughed a bit.

"I wish it was." Y/n frowned.

"What? Who killed him?" Jackson asked.

"No, no, no, no... This was supposed to be over... The mountain lion killed-" Lydia was cut off.

"No, don't you get it? There wasn't a mountain lion."

"Who was it? What does he want? What's happening?" Allison whispered the last part and then looked at Scott. "Scott!"

"I-I don't know." He stuttered. "I-I just- If- if we go out there, he's gonna kill us."

"Us? He's gonna kill us?" Lydia said.

"Who? Who is it?" Allison demanded.

Y/n and Stiles were at a loss. Scott sighed. "It's Derek. It's Derek Hale." His two friends slightly widen their eyes at him.

"Derek killed the janitor?" Jackson furrowed his brows at Scott.

"Are you sure?" Allison asked.

"I saw him." Scott affirmed.

"The mountain lio-" Lydia tried to say.

"No, Derek killed them."

"All of them?" Allison's voice seemed to get a bit quieter.

"Yeah. Starting with his own sister."

"The bus driver?"

"And the guy in the video store. It's been Derek the whole time. He's in here with us. And if we don't get out now, he's going to kill us, too."

They're all quiet for a minute until Jackson speaks up. "Call the cops."

"No." Stiles shakes his head.

"Wh-what do you mean, 'no'?"

"I mean, no. You wanna hear it in Spanish? Noh. Look, Derek killed three people, okay? We don't know what he's armed with."

"Your dad is armed with an entire Sheriff's department. Call him."

"I'm calling." Lydia fished her phone from her purse.

"No, Lydia, would you just hold on a sec-" Stiles tried to stop her but Jackson pushed him back making Y/n shove Jackson's arm away.

"Don't touch him." She warned.

"Hey." Scott stepped forward and Jackson backed off.

Lydia perked up a bit when someone answered her. "Yes, we're at Beacon Hills High School. We're trapped, and we need you to-" She pauses. "But-" Lydia pulled the phone away from her ear and frowned at it. "She hung up on me."

"The police hung up on you?" Allison asked incredulous.

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

"Okay, then call again."

"No, they won't trace a cell, and they'll send a car to your house before they send anyone here." Stiles informed.

"What the- what- what is this? Why does Derek wanna kill us? Why is he killing anyone?"

No one can answer and they all end up looking to Scott. "Why's everyone looking at me?"

"Is he the one that sent her the text?" Lydia asked.

"No. I mean, I- I don't know."

"Is he the one that called the police?" Allison asked next.

"I don't know!" Scott snapped. Allison's mouth went into a thin line and she looked away upset.

"All right, why don't we just back off the throttle here, yeah?" Stiles gently grabbed Scott and pulled him aside, Y/n following, and spoke in quiet tones. "Okay, first off, throwing Derek under the bus, nicely done."

"I didn't know what to say. I had to say something. And if he's dead then it doesn't matter, right? Except if he's not." He sighs. "Oh, God, I totally just bit her head off."

"And she'll get over it." Y/n assured. "For right now, we need to focus on how we're getting out of here alive."

"But we are alive. It could've killed us already. It's like it's cornering us or something." Y/n nervously clenched her teeth at this. They were being cornered, trapped, hunted. She's been hunted before and, although the hunter is different, the circumstances are the same.

"So what, he wants to eat us all at the same time?" Stiles asks.

"No! Derek said it wants revenge."

"Against who?"

"Allison's family?"

"Maybe that's what the text was about. Someone had to send it."

"Okay, assheads..." Jackson calls the trio. "New plan. Stiles calls his useless dad and tells him to send someone with a gun and a decent aim. Are we good with that?"

"Can you just shut up for once, Jackson? Or is your head shoved too far up your ass to hear anything but your own voice?" Y/n snapped and the blonde just glared at her.

"He's right." Scott agrees with Jackson. "Tell him the truth if you have to, just call him."

"I'm not watching my dad get eaten alive." Stiles glances around and shakes his head, turning his back.

"All right, give me the phone." Jackson rushed at Stiles and as soon as he touched him Stiles whipped around and decked him. Y/n gasped startled at the action as Jackson fell to the ground.

"Jackson!" Allison called and she rushed to check on him. "Are you okay? Hey, are you okay?"

Stiles breathes a bit heavier and he pulls his phone from his pocket and dials his dad. "Dad, hey, it's me. And it's your voicemail. Look, I need you to call me back now. Like, right now." There's sudden banging on the barracaded door and everyone backs up together and looks at it. "We're at the school. Dad? We're at the school." He hangs up.

The Alpha keeps pounding at the doors so much the screws holding the locks in place begin falling out. "Oh, God. Oh, my God." Lydia clutches onto Jackson's arm. Allison and Scott hold each other and Y/n unconsciously grabs Stiles' hand.

Her mind races like a trapped animal as she tries to think of a way to get away. "The kitchen." Y/n blurts. "The door out of the kitchen leads to the stairwell."

"Which only goes up." Scott says.

"Up is better than here." Stiles agrees with her and they all bolt to the doors. There's a crash as the Alpha breaks through the barracade and the teens run up the stairs and into a hall. They try a few doors until Allison finds the Chem room unlocked and they all rush in, Scott putting a chair under the handle to 'lock' it. They all let go of each other and stand as still as possible as low growls are heard in the hall, the Alpha's shadow passing the window of the door.

This isn't right. Y/n thinks to herself. He can hear us, our heartbeats are too erratic to ignore. He knows we're here. What's he doing? What's he planning? Everyone relaxes slightly as the shadow passes, but Y/n doesn't. Every single cell in her body is telling her 'run, you are being hunted, run!'

"Jackson, how many people can fit in your car?" Scott whispers.

"Five or six if two people squeeze on someone's lap."

"Six? I barely fit in the back." Allison whispers in protest.

"It doesn't matter. There's no getting out without drawing attention." Stiles comments.

"What about this?" Scott goes over to the other door in the room and Stiles and Y/n follow. "This leads to the roof. We can go down the fire escape to the parking lot in, like, seconds."

"That's a deadbolt."

Scott sighs then perks up again. "The janitor has a key."

"His body has the key." Y/n corrects.

"I can get it. I can find him by scent, by blood."

"Well, gee, that sounds like an incredibly terrible idea. What else you got?" Stiles says.

"I'm getting the key."

"Scott, don't-" Y/n tries to protest but he brushes past them.

"Are you serious?" Allison asks when he gets to her.

"Well, it's the best plan. Someone has to get the key if we wanna get out of here."

"You can't go out there unarmed."

He looks around and grabs a plastic pointer in the shape of a little hand pointing and everyone just looks at him. "Well, it's better than nothing."

"There's gotta be something else." Stiles says.

"There is." Lydia answers and tilts her head toward the chemicals cabinet.

"What are we gonna do? Throw acid on him?"

"No. Like a fire bomb. In there is everything you need to make a self-igniting molotov cocktail."

"Self-igniting..." Stiles trails off.

"Molotov cocktail!" Y/n enunciates excitedly while everyone else just looks at Lydia in question.

"What? I read it somewhere." Lydia brushes off.

"Lydia, you genius!" Y/n gushes and Lydia lets slip a small smile at her friend's praise.

"We don't have a key for that either." Stiles points out.

"Sure we do." Y/n shrugs off her jacket and wraps it around her fist before punching the glass, clearing the shards away with the fabric so they could get things safely. She shakes out her jacket and puts it back on. Pretty soon various bottles are set on a table where Lydia starts mixing things in conical flask.

"Jackson, hand me the sulfuric acid." She asks. He reaches for a bottle but hesitates at the sight of two brown bottles right next to each other. After a moment he picks the one on the right and hands it to her. She pours in some of the liquid, mixes it a bit more, and corks it, handing Scott the completed molotov cocktail.

"No." Allison protests. "No, this is insane, you can't do this. You cannot go out there."

"We can't just sit here waiting for Stiles to have to check his messages." Scott says.

"You could die. Don't you get that? He's killed three people."

"And we're next." She sighs and shakes her head at him. "Somebody has to do something." He steps around the table but she steps in front of him.

"Scott, just stop." She starts to tear up and her voice gets watery. "Do you remember- do you remember when you told me you knew whether or not I was lying? That I had a tell. So do you. You're a horrible liar. And you've been lying all night. Just.. Just please- please don't go. Please don't leave us. Please." She looks at him pleadingly but his mind is already set.

"Lock it behind me." He moves away until she pulls him back and kisses him. One more look and Scott leaves the classroom for the dark halls of the school.

Everyone stands in silence, either too scared or too tense to speak. Y/n would hardly be able to hold up a conversation anyways if there was one. They all linger near the door, waiting for Scott's return. Y/n stands across from Allison, Lydia and Jackson, Stiles stands next to her. She can't get that word out of her head. Hunted. The feeling of being stalked and not knowing if these are your last moments is something she hasn't felt in years and never wanted to feel again. She notices her hands shaking slightly and clenches them to try and stop it, stop the fear. I'm not weak, I'm strong. I'm-

She feels a soft hand grab hers and gently unwind her stiff fingers, intertwining their fingers with hers. She looks down at the hand and follows the arm up to Stiles' face. He gives her a small comforting smile and she offers a wobbly one in thanks.

"I don't get this." Allison speaks for the first time since Scott left. "I don't get why he's out there, and why he left us. And I can't... I can't stop my hands from shaking." Her voice gets shaky from fear and anxiety.

Jackson gently grabs her hands and comforts her. "It's okay. Okay, it's gonna be okay."

She nods and gives a small smile. "Okay."

Lydia glances over at the chemical bottles nervously. "Jackson, you handed me the sulfuric acid, right? It has to be sulfuric acid. It won't ignite if it's not."

"I gave you exactly what you asked for, didn't I?" He slightly snapped.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm sure you did." Y/n frowns at him, the sudden pit in her stomach telling her he didn't actually give her what she asked for.

A sudden roar shakes the school, Y/n's breath hitches and she clenches her hands over her ears. Her eyes squeeze shut to hide the flare of purple her irises shifted to. Jackson gasps and grips the back of his neck, grunting in pain. "No, no, no, no." She mutters to herself.

"Hey, hey. What's wrong?" Stiles puts his hands on her shoulders and his brows raise at the few tears making stains on her cheeks.

"I can't." Her voice is barely above a whisper. "I can't. Don't do it." He doesn't understand what she's talking about but he pulls her to him anyway, wrapping his arms around her to try and ease whatever is happening. It seems to work as her hands fall from her head to hold onto his jacket instead.

Jackson screams in pain as he falls to his knees and Stiles looks at him to notice the claw marks. Allison and Lydia help him up and he pants a bit. "Uh, no, I'm fine." He shrugs their hands off. "Like, seriously, I'm okay."

"That didn't sound okay at all." Allison says.

Y/n lets go of Stiles a bit as she calms. She forces her eyes to become e/c again before she opens them and looks at Jackson. "What's on the back of your neck?" Stiles reached towards Jackson but he slaps his hand away.

"I said I'm fine."

"It's been there for days. He won't tell me what happened." Lydia said.

"As if you actually care."

"Don't talk to her like that." Y/n snapped at him. Y/n doesn't care how she's feeling, you don't treat her ginger princess that way. But she's distracted again, the faint sound of a key turning drawing her attention to the door. Scott is right outside, but he's not himself.

"All right, can we not argue for half a second here?" Stiles tries to diffuse the situatuion.

"Where's Scott?" Allison wonders. "He should be back by now." Y/n can feel him. He wants to kill, but Allison's voice triggered something in him, he's fighting the Alpha's call. He snaps the key in the door to keep them safe from himself. Everyone turns their head at the sound and Allison sees Scott's silhouette in the window. "Scott!" She rushes to the door but it won't open. "Scott!" She jiggles the handle and bangs on the door, calling for Scott.

"Where is he going?" Lydia asks.

Allison keeps trying to get the door open. "Scott. Scott! Scott!" She calls but he won't answer.

"Stop. Stop!" Allison turns to look at Lydia. "Do you hear that?" Everyone listens and the sound of approaching sirens greets their ears. "Listen." They rush to the window to see police cars pulling into the lot.

...

"You sure it was Derek Hale?" Noah asks the three as he leads them into the parking lot.

"Yes." Scott affirms.

"I saw him too." Stiles backs up.

"What about the janitor?"

"We're still looking." Noah responds.

"Did you check under the bleachers? Under them?"

"Yeah, Scott, we looked. We pulled them out just like you asked, there's nothing."

"I'm not making this up."

"I know, I believe you, I do."

"No, you don't. You have this look like you feel bad for me. Like you wanna believe me, but I know you don't."

"Listen... We're gonna search this whole school. We're gonna find him. Okay? I promise."

"Sheriff!" Someone calls.

"Stay. All three of you."

"Well, we survived, dude." Stiles says once the Sheriff walks away. "You know? We out lasted the Alpha. It's still good, right? Being alive?"

"When we were in the Chemistry room, he walked right by us. You don't think that it heard us? You don't think it knew exactly where we were?" Y/n knows he knew where they were, she could feel it.

"Well, then how come we're still alive?"

"It wants me in it's pack." He sighs. "But I think, first... I have to get rid of my old pack."

"What do you mean? What old pack?"

"Allison. Jackson, Lydia. You and Y/n."

Stiles was quiet as he processed this. "The Alpha doesn't wanna kill us."

"It wants me to do it. And that's not even the worst part."

"How in holy hell is that not the worst part, Scott?"

"Because when he made me shift... I wanted to do it. I wanted to kill you. All of you." He admits and Y/n frowns. She remembers the call, the call to shift, to kill. An Alpha's roar is a powerful thing. Other wolves or similiar creatures are compelled by it. She doesn't understand why it affected her at all, she wasn't a werecreature. But she could feel it, the power behind the command, the authority that said obey me. It made her eyes change and she doesn't know why.

They're quiet for a moment. Scott looks at his friends guiltily until his eyes focus on something over her shoulder and his brows furrow. He walks around them and they follow, Y/n letting out a gasp when she sees what caught his attention. "Dad!" She yells and pushes past the boys in a rush. Alan looks up from his spot on the back of an ambulance just in time to see Y/n skid to a stop in front of him, happy tears in her eyes. "You're okay!" She hugs him carefully in case he's hurt.

"I'm okay." He assures. He has a small smile on his face as he pats her back. Once or twice, when he was hurt or she was extremely panicked, she's slipped and called him 'dad' and, while he may not be her father, it still makes him happy that she cares enough to think of him like that. She lets him go but still stays near him. "There you are." Scott and Stiles catch up to Y/n.

"How..." Scott trails off. "How did you."

"Get out? Not easily. And from what they tell me, I'm alive because of you. I think I owe you a raise." Alan chuckles.

"Guys, come on, let's let the EMT's do their job. You can talk to him later." Noah directs the teens.

"But-" Y/n panics a bit.

"You can stay with him, Y/n." He allows and she gives a grateful smile. Scott goes to talk to Allison and Stiles glances back at Y/n to make sure she's really okay. He still thinks Deaton is the Alpha but his conviction dies a bit when he sees how relieved Y/n looks that he's okay.

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Published: 12/23/20
Edited: 4/12/22

Double update for early Christmas 🥰
Merry Christmas and happy holidays!