Sorry about the early update earlier! I accidently hit publish went I meant to save lol, but I hope you like this chapter!

"What the hell is happening to this kid," Stiles shouted in mid struggle as he attempted to hold down a thrashing Brett Talbot. A player from the opposing team, and another beta, the one being targeted by the seemingly teen assassins on the field.

They might have striked their target, but they sure as hell were not going to win their prize. No one in the clinic was going to let him die.

"He's been poisoned with a rare wolfsbane," Deaton explained, his voice urgent. With speed, he circuled around Derek and Stiles holding him down. Yellow puss spewed from the teen's mouth as he fought back their hands. "I need to make an incision, and you need to hold him as still as possible."

"Hey, Derek, how about a little werewolf strength," Stiles gasped at an equally struggling Derek.

"Yeah, I'm not the only one here with werewolf strength," he retorted back.

"If you can't hold him still, the incision might kill him," Deaton eyed the two.

"Here, I've got him," Alex practically threw the excess supplies in her hands onto the nearest counter top, and she firmly held down Brett's shoulders.

With Derek and Stiles holding down his arms and Alex pinning down his chest, he became aware of all of his surroundings including the unfamiliar people binding him to the table and the intense pain running throughout his entire body.

His glowing amber eyes flew wide open, silently screaming with terror. Deaton's trembling scapel, only centimeters away from his skin, made Brett resist and wrestle back with more strength.

"Derek, Alex, he's slipping," Stiles called out, "I don't think I can hold him!"

Before they could re-enforce their grasp with more strength, Brett surged with force, and he pushed all four away from him. He leeped off of the examining table and spun around, unsure of where to go. He felt like a trapped animal in a cage. Once finding the exit, he charged but was soon stopped by a blow to the face, delivered by Peter, who made his unexpected appearance. The strike rendered him unconscious, and he fell to the floor.

With Peter's eyes glowing the cold, heartless blue, he looked at a surprised Derek, "I guess I still have a little werewolf strength myself."

"Yeah, maybe more than a little," Derek commented before looking down at his forearm. Both him and Alex saw deep claw marks embedded in his skin.

"Derek," Alex gasped quietly, rushing over to him. She ran her thumb along the cuts, waiting for them to heal, but they didn't.

"Hey Doc, I don't think he's breathing," Stiles regained their attention. Him and Deaton both dropped down to a crouching position over the unawake teen. Deaton proceeded to cut into his sternum with a scapel. As the blade slid through his skin, a powdery yellow smoke was released into the air, and Brett began to breathe again. "Is he okay," Stiles wondered.

The moment the gas spread through the air, Derek's wounds completely healed. Only Peter and Alex noticed. Concern flooded her; he was loosing him powers faster than she thought.

"I think he'll be fine, but probably out for a while," Deaton answered.

"Guys, can you hear that," Stiles asked. Audible gasps were coming past Brett's lips. "I think he's saying something."

Everyone listened in closer. Deaton leaned in, his ear inches away from his mouth. He and those with heightened hearing heard him whsiper in short, labored breathes, "The sun, the moon, the truth, the sun, the moon, the truth.

"Three things that cannot long be hidden: the sun, the moon, the truth. It's Buddist," Deaton explained, turning the look at Derek.

Both of the Hales recognized the mantra. It was a mantra used by the oldest bitten werewolf, "Satomi," Peter said.

"She's still in Beacon Hills," Alex wondered.

"Must be," Derek answered. "How do you know her?"

"A couple of years ago, it was my first year of going on hunts, she had a pack member who lost control on a full moon. He killed two people. One was a kid. The Calaveras wouldn't let that go unnoticed, so they came back up here, and did what they do," she told them, her voice heavy.

She remembered the occasion vividly. Yet she failed to mention it was her first hunt, one she could never forget. She remembered watching them tie up the guilty beta and execute him with a long blade through the torso, cutting him in half. They showed no remorse throughout the entire killing.

It was the day Alex saw the true horror embedded in her family.

"They wanted to kill off the rest of the pack, but they escaped. I helped them get away," she continued.

Derek gave her a comforting look, believing her. Stiles, skeptical of her intentions at first, saw the truth in her eyes, heard it in her voice. He knew they would need her help in finding the answer to the mystery that is The Benefactor.

"We need to find them and tell them about the deadpool," Deaton said, worry in his eyes as he looked at Brett, breathing slowly but showing signs of recovery.

Alex nodded in agreement, "I can find them."

Glancing at the unconscious wolf on the floor once more, she turned to leave. "I'll walk you out," Derek offered, grabbing Brett's torn jersey from the metal table.

"Thanks," she smiled after they were past the doors made of mountain ash.

He handed her the jersey and instructed, "Each person gives off different scents. Some are connected to their identity, and others are tied to their emotion. I know you haven't had much practice with this, but try and see if you can catch his scent."

Lifting the shirt to her nose, she inhaled. Interlaced with the smell of sweat and pain, she detected the scent Derek was telling her about. "I got it," she looked up and searched for the scent again. She pointed in the direction towards the school, "He came from that way in Stiles' Jeep."

"Good," Derek nodded, still surprised by her fast learning rate. Typically it took bitten wolves months or even years to be able to do this. He wanted to test her further. "But some werewolves, like Brett and his pack, they can hide their scent. That's why we didn't know he was one at first. It's the same with Demarco. How did you find them before?"

"Infrared," she answered. "It helped to find them if they were hidden or underground." She saw his expression slightly lowered, and she forgot how often she talked about her past hunting techniques with werewolves who suffered losses at the hands of her family and those alike. "Sorry," she apologized, "I haven't realized how much I talk about this. It's all that I've really known."

"It's okay. We all have parts of our past we can't seem to escape. But the main thing is where we go after that. And plus, your knowledge of this will help you if you ever encounter one."

She responded without words but a slow smile.

"Do you remember when you shifted," he asked, and she nodded. "What did you see? How did everything look?"

"It all looked red... Infrared."

"Can you show me your eyes?"

With focus and ease, she allowed herself to access her animal side. Her eyes glowed an electrifying green with flecks of purple, and she saw the warth radiating off of Derek in front of her.

"I can see purple," Derek breathed, bewildered by her unheard of eye color.

"Scott said when I brought us back to Allison's death, they turned completely purple."

"I've never heard of anything like this before," he shook his head, deep in thought.

"Will you help me find out when I get back," she asked, confused too. But she was more worried about the pack being hunted down, more than her own classification.

A part of her didn't want to know. She already believed she lost most of her humanity when she turned, but she feared knowing she was something else, something worse, it would obliterate any ounce of humanity she had left.

"Of course," he said.

"There's also something I haven't told you about from Friday night," she admitted. She had been dancing around the subject all night, but she thought now would be a good time to let him know.

"What is it," he asked lightly.

"Scott told me that having an anchor helped him learn to control the shift, bring him back to his human self, and I picked one too," she paused to watch his expression. She was nervous about his reaction. When she saw his eyes showing interest, she breathed, "I chose you."

Above her rising heartbeat, she heard his accelerate too, and her fear seemed to melt away.

He didn't respond with words, but he slowly cupped her cheek with a small smile on his lips before leaning in, pressing his mouth to hers. At first, she was surprised. Her mind raced, but she tuned out all of her thoughts, letting herself melt into the kiss.

When they pulled apart, her blue eyes met his, and both were at a loss for words.

"Please be careful," he murmured.

"I will," she nodded, not wanting the moment to end, but she knew she had to leave. "I'll call you in a couple hours," she warmly smiled.

"Okay," he nodded, smiling back. She squeezed his hand before running off in the night with butterflies hatching in her stomach, and he went back into the clinic after watching her disappear.

Back in Deaton's office, they all continued to watch over Brett, trying to wake him up but to no avail.

Moments after Alex left, Derek's phone began to ring. When he saw Lydia calling, he immediately answered, "Hey Lydia, is something wrong?"

"I don't know... What's Alex's last name," she asked, her voice shakey.

"Chase. How come," as he wondered, he recieved curious glances from Stiles, Deaton, and Peter surrounding him.

"Her dad's on the deadpool. He's on the second list."

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"That's impossible," Derek said, sitting in the sheriff's office with Lydia and Malia over his shoulder. "She told me he was dead. He died a long time ago."

"Maybe she didn't know he was alive," Malia suggested.

He nodded slightly, scratching his cheek as he read over the second list.

Kate Argent - 12m

Noshiko Yukimura - 5m

Joanne McLaughlin - 1m

Steve Grace - 1m

Tom Hill - 1m

Brett Talbot - 1m

Reed Schall - 250k

Richard Benefield - 250k

Matthew Chase - 30m

Jack Marsland - 250k

Joy Waldrop - 250k

Cheryl Calix - 250k

Jordan Parrish - 5m

"Matthew Chase? He's worth thirty million," he pointed out, astounded.

"Nearly as much as her," Malia added.

"Why would he be in Beacon Hills if he didn't want her to find him? I suppose he would try to reach out to her after all of these years," Lydia pondered.

"I haven't no idea," he shook his head. He tried to think about how she would react, but he didn't know how she felt about him. But how would she feel if she found out he was alive and like her?

"Where is she now?"

"She went to find Satomi's pack."

"I have a bad feeling about this." A uneasy feelling settled in the strawberry blonde's stomach. She knew something disastrous was going to happen, but she couldn't quite place it. All she knew was she felt death hanging in the air.

I love Derek and Alex so much oh my

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