TW: panic attack ಠ_ಠ

I locked my car and slowly walked into the school, my eyes staring hard at the ground to avoid seeing Stiles or Scott.

Well, that was until I heard Erica... flirting with Stiles.

"You want to have a nice... long... hard. Look." Erica said as Stiles stammered.

"Not really. No."

"Oh. so it's just my eyes?" She grinned as I quickly started looking for the two, finding them standing in the middle of the hallway.

"Yes. You have... beautiful eyes." Stiles gulped as I started quickly walking towards them, Stiles back facing me.

"I have beautiful everything." Erica smirked as I walked right past Stiles, latching on to Erica's arm and dragging her away. "Hey! You let me go!" She demanded as I walked into the janitors closet, shutting the door harshly and slamming Erica into the door.

I shoved a finger in her face, seething with anger. "Don't talk to him that way." I threatened as she sighed and smirked, staring at my lips.

"And why not?" She asked, faking a pout as I scoffed.

"Why— you know why." I whispered as Erica rolled her head back.

"C'mon, Dean. Say it. Just tell me you like Stiles..." she shrugged. "And I'll back off."

I clenched my jaw hard, staying silent. "Or... I can continue to flirt with Stiles. Until I have him in my bed... his clothes off... me naked under him..." Erica said into my ear as I grabbed her by the neck, pinning her to the door as she gasped in shock, chuckling. "Wow you really do like him."

"You shut the hell up." I ordered as her eyes locked onto mine. I could see the reflection of my golden eyes glow in hers and she smirked.

"I can get you riled up fast, can't I?" She licked her lips as her hand gripped my wrist.

"What the hell happened to you, Erica?" I asked as she shrugged.

"Character development."

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"Derek I don't want to be a part of this." I mumbled as Derek scoffed.

"Well that's really too bad. I'm doing this to prove a point, Dean. To prove to Scott he's better with a pack... my  pack." He seethed as I shook my head, looking at the closed ice rink. Boyd was inside, talking to Scott.

Who had no clue any of us were coming, or that Derek changed Boyd.

Isaac and Erica walked up next to me, the two quiet as the four of us walked into the main area and slowly crept into the ice rink.

I stared at Scott from behind as everyone had come together. I felt like I was making a mistake, that I was on the wrong side of the fight.

I turned to Erica, who hadn't spoken to me since the janitor's closet, but I could tell she was upset. But it wasn't a problem for me at the moment.

"I just wanna not eat lunch alone every day." Boyd said to Scott, who scoffed.

"If you're looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek." Scott complained as I frowned at him. That was a little harsh.

That really hurts, Scott. I mean, if you're going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how's life been for you since we met?" Derek interrupted, causing Scott to turn around quickly. His eyes caught mine and I looked away in shame, eyes finding Isaac.

"Hm... in a word? Transformative." Erica grinned as we all started walking closer.

"Isaac?" Derek turned to his second beta, who smirked.

"Well, I'm a little bummed out about being a fugitive but other than that, I'm great." Derek's eyes landed on me.

"And what about you, Dean?" Derek nudged me as I turned to him, then Scott. I knew he had a feeling I had gone back to Derek, but this just sealed his thoughts.

I stayed silent for a moment before I shrugged. "Best decision I've ever made." I half-truthed, Scott shaking his head at me.

"This isn't a fair fight." Scott said as I turned to Derek.

"Then leave, Scott." Derek suggested as Scott's eyes shifted to yellow.

"I mean for them." Isaac and Erica charged at Scott, the two shifting to their werewolf forms and attempted to fight Scott, both failing.

Scott turned to me as I rolled my head back, changing to my werewolf sighed, and I ran straight at him.

He went to claw me, but was too slow as I spun around and knees him in the side, digging my claws in his shoulder. Scott let out a yell of pain.

"See Scott, the reason I picked Dean first was because I knew he had a history with strength and fights. I mean... he was built like a twig but could carry quite a lot." Derek said as I simply smiled slowly. So there was obviously another reason.

"Don't you get it? He's not doing this for you. He's just adding to his own power, okay? It's all about him. He makes you feel like he's giving you some kind of gift when all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!" Scott yelled S I turned to Derek, who deadpanned and didn't make eye contact.

"It's true. It is about power." Derek agreed as I forced Scott to stand up, turning him to face Boyd.

"Don't. Boyd... don't be like them." Scott begged as Boyd hoped off of the Zamboni.

"You're right..." Boyd said, our eyes landing on one another as his shifted to yellow, Scott letting out a quiet noise of defeat.

"I wanna be like you."