<Scott's POV>

"Inside his mind?" I question in disbelief. Peter nods his head and explains that I must use my claws to get inside his head.

"So who will be going in besides Scott?" Peter asks.

"Lydia should, according to Deaton her and Stiles are connected in some way, maybe that will help," I suggest. Lydia nods her head and then Allison steps forward.

"I want to come to," she demands.

"I only have two hands," I inform her solemnly. I know that Stiles is her friend to, but I do truly only have two hands with claws. Allison looks down and sighs. Quickly I walk over to her an whisper, "I love you."

"I love you to," she whispers. My lips reach down to hers and we kiss for a few seconds before Peter coughs. I look back at him and then realize why he coughed. Stiles is awake. Just seeing his eyes dark like they are kills me. All I want is my best friend back and healthy.

"So you all have a plan?" The nogitsune asks rhetorically.

"Just stay quiet," Lydia says, then allowing Peter to position us. Lydia sits next to Stiles on the couch and I stand behind them, my hands hovering behind their necks with my claws ready to make an entrance.

"So what do we do?" Lydia asks nervous and shaking. Peter shrugs.

"Catch his attention, oh and by the way, you may experience odd things while in his mind... like images of what Stiles is or was thinking when something happened," Peter explains. I start to get more nervous, but I still plunge my claws into Stiles and Lydia's necks when Peter counts to three. The two jump at the feeling of my claws in their necks. Even I have the feeling of being rushed through time before landing oddly in a room with no windows and two beds.

I'm still at Lydia's side, both of us confused and worried we won't succeed. When I turn around I see a single door. "Lets go," I mumble to her. I take Lydia's hand and we walk cautiously to the door. When I open the door I see it leads to pure darkness, but I still see a stone floor so I walk through the doorway. Once I'm through the door shuts with Lydia still in the other room.

Usually I would try to get to her, but I am distracted when I realize where I am. when I turn from the door way I see I am in a police station with crimson blood on my shirt coming from a gunshot wound. Shots are being fired and this situation seems all to real. Then I realize this did happen. When Matt trapped Stiles and I at the station. But why am I here? Why would Stiles picture me here?

I ignore these questions for now and focus on getting out of this situation. Every time I take a step three shots are fired. Soon I realize getting out of here and to the door I see at the end of the hallway is going up be hard, very hard. Then I notice that there is a guy wrapped in bandages and wearing a leather coat shooting at me from a ways away.

With every step I take, my breath continues to get caught in my throat.

I run, and I run fast, through the gunshots and soon I have so much force that when I hit the door it slams open leading into a white room with blinding lights.

<Lydia's POV>

I get stuck behind the door when Scott has been allowed to move on. For minutes I stand there pounding on the door, calling for him... yet of course no one answers. I whip my head around to see I'm not in the room with two tiny beds anymore. Now I stand on the lacrosse field in my winter formal dress. Why here and now? What does this even have to do with anything? My thoughts are interrupted when I see a guy wrapped in white, fluffy bandages and a brown leather coat. The figure starts to chase me and I begin to run towards the equipment shack for shelter from the creature. Everything seems to move in slow motion as I run as fast as possible in my black heels towards the shack. With a satisfying smack, the door opens quickly and I stumble into a large white room, now in my normal clothes.

Looking left I spot Scott in the same terror as me. I walk quickly to him and look at him with a deep concern. "Okay that was officially the scariest thing ever, and we've been through a lot of scary things," I announce to Scott who nods in agreement.

"So what now?" He asks through heavy breaths. I look around with him and we spot Stiles and the wrapped figure, the nogitsune rather, sitting on the Nemeton playing some sort of game with black and white stones. Stiles' glare is locked in the glare.

"Stiles!" I scream happily. He doesn't even looks up. Scott grabs my hand and we try to run to him. All we manage to do is run practically in place.

"Peter could've warned us about this," Scott announces, very annoyed.

"No, he didn't need to tell us, we don't need him, all you need to do is get his attention," I explain.

"And how do you except me to do that?" He asks nervously. I smirk.

"How do alphas send a signal to their pack?" I ask. Scott, I know is and Alpha because he figured it out a few weeks and only told a few of us. Scott's face grows hair and alters slightly.

"They howl," he growls. Then I cover my ears for the howl is ear piercing and painful for my ears. To my delight, Stiles lifts his head and sees us frantically waving our arms. Within the blink of an eye and barely enough time for me to smile, Sties wipes the board and I feel the feeling of traveling through time, and then jump awake to the living room surrounded by the people I love. Or some people I love at least, Like Allison and Mrs. McCall.

Before Scott or I can say anything the nogitsune in Stiles body falls to the ground from the couch and starts to throw up white bandages. Scott and I run to everyone else in fear. I run behind everyone, still shocked by the whole thing. From the white bandages comes an emerging creature. The sight is so surprising I barely even notice when the arms wrap around my waist and cover my mouth, running me elusively out of the house.

<Allison's POV>

We watch in shock as the creature emerges from the floor. Once it is fully created Scott and I push it to the couch. I'm about to take the knife from my boot and stab the thing since I think it's the nogitsune when Scott notices the thing pawing at its mouth. The two of us begin to unwrap the creature and reveal a familiar face.

Stiles.

His eyes are dark and his skin is even paler the usual, but it is most definitely Stiles. "Scott? Allison?" Before we can answer him Melissa calls us from behind.

"Guys, the nogitsune is gone, and so is Lydia." The last thing I see is the look of devastation and guilt played across Stiles face then I'm sprinting out of the open front dork screaming Lydia's name over and over desperately.

A/N oops