THEY WERE SPEEDING DOWN THE ROAD IN DEREK'S CAR. It was a situation that Wren had not expected to find herself in, but there they were nonetheless. The Hale man had found Scott the night of the full moon, and he had agreed to help him find a cure for his werewolfness. So, in exchange, Scott had to help him escape the police.

The McCall boy had apologized profusely to both of his best friends multiple times, despite the fact that he did not remember too much from the night. He just knew that he said and did some awful things, and he was surprised when they forgave him for them. Stiles was still heartbroken about Lydia, but there wasn't much they could do about that.

"If I go faster, I'll kill us!" Scott shouted at the Stilinski boy in the backseat of the car. They had been arguing for a solid five minutes, and Wren was pretty close to reaching her foot over and flooring it herself just so Stiles would shut up.

"Well, if you don't go faster, they're gonna kill us!" Stiles pointed out. They were driving his car in order as a decoy for the hunters that were chasing him as well. So, there was currently a car speeding after them. Scott just rolled his eyes and followed the orders, but second later, Stiles breathed out, "They're gone."

Wren furrowed her eyebrows and looked back, but sure enough, there was no longer a car chasing them. That was strange, but she wasn't exactly complaining. Stiles then tuned into the police radio that informed them that Derek was headed into the Iron Works. Scott was there in seconds, just in time to see Derek getting shot at. Wren shouted, "Get in."

"What part of 'laying low' don't you understand?" Scott quizzed angrily once the Hale man was inside the car, sitting in the back with Stiles.

However, the man looked like his head was about to explode from something. Wren hoped he wasn't about to blow up at them because he didn't have to be so chaotic about whatever the hell he was doing. The whole town seemed to know where he was. "Damn it, I had him!"

"Who? The Alpha?" the Stilinski boy quizzed in shock.

"Yes!" Derek yelled back, looking over at the McCall boy with an angry expression. "He was right in front of me, and the fricking police showed up, thanks to someone who decided to make me the most wanted fugitive in the entire state!"

Scott responded defensively, "Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it." They waited for a moment for Derek to start explaining what he found, but that was the time that he chose to remain silent. "Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?"

"Yeah, all of us!" Stiles added, and Derek just gave him a look. Wren shook her head at the boy, wondering why he had to add that. It was almost like he was trying to be uncool. "Or, just him."

"Look, the last time I talked to my sister, she was close to figuring something out," the Hale man described, and Wren watched him in the rearview mirror. "She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris."

She scrunched her face up in confusion. She had heard that name before, and there were not pleasant memories associated with it. In fact, it was purely unpleasant memories. "Our chemistry teacher?"

"Why him?" the younger werewolf interrogated because that was so completely random. Did the entire town know about the supernatural or just his boss and his chemistry teacher? Derek shrugged in reply. "What's the second?"

"Some kind of symbol." Derek pulled out a folded piece of paper from his pocket and leaned forward so that the two in the front could see it as well. Scott made a face, causing them to all raise their eyebrows at him. "What? You know what this is?"

"I've seen it on a necklace. Allison's necklace."

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"THIS IS GONNA BE IMPOSSIBLE," SCOTT GROANED. The three of them walked down the hallway at school the next day, plotting ways for him to ask Allison for her necklace. Considering she dumped him, there was a huge chance that she was going to tell him to get the hell away from her, but it couldn't hurt to ask, right?

"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Stiles questioned, and both of his friends waited for him to figure out a good way to phrase that question. "You just say, 'Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha Werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?'"

Wren glared at him. "You're not helping," she informed him before turning back to her other friend. "Why don't you just talk to her?"

"She won't talk to me! What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?" Scott quizzed, and both of the other teenagers shot him an odd look, wondering why that was the thing that he thought of. Maybe he should be more concerned about the fact that he was her ex-boyfriend, and he was asking for her necklace.

"That's why you ease back into it, okay? Get back on the good side. Remind her of the good times," the Stilinski boy explained, and his plan seemed awful. However, Wren was interested to see how it played out, so she did not tell him to shut the hell up. "And then you ask for the necklace. You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you? Stay focused, okay? Get the necklace. Get the Alpha. Get cured. Get Allison. In that order. Got it?"

Scott nodded in confirmation. "Get the necklace."

Wren was walking to class with Scott later in that day, just enjoying a nice and normal conversation when they were approached by none other than Jackson Whittemore. Wren wasn't sure what she was expecting him to say, but she thought he'd at least start with some sort of greeting. However, she was incorrect.

"I know what you are, McCall," he announced, which threw them both off.

Scott looked behind him and then at Wren, as if to make sure that he was talking to him. There wasn't anyone else named McCall in their general vicinity, though. "Wh-what?"

"I know what you are," Jackson repeated, and the Carter girl was really praying that he just thought that Scott was gay and was being really weird about it. It wouldn't be the strangest thing to happen that week.

Scott was clearly getting nervous, and he decided the best thing to do was to just play dumb. "I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about..." Wren was kind of proud of his acting skills because usually, he would crack and start blabbering on about something random. He didn't sound suspicious. He just sounded confused.

"Yeah. Yeah, you do," Jackson told him, and it was some professional gaslighting, even though Scott was attempting to gaslight Jackson. "And here's the thing — however it is you came to be what you are, you're gonna get it for me, too."

"Get what for you?" Wren asked, finally deciding to add to the conversation.

"Whatever it is! A bite, a scratch, sniffing magic fairy dust under the moonlight, I don't care. You're gonna get it for me, or, uh..." the Whittmore leaned in close and smirked threateningly. "...she's gonna find out about it, too."

He then walked away like he had just done the coolest thing ever, and Wren stared after him with furrowed eyebrows. "Can he fall off a cliff already, geez?"

At lunch that day, they explained to Stiles everything that happened, and Scott filled both of them in on his conversation with Allison because it apparently had not ended well. "Did you get her to give you the necklace?"

"Not exactly," he responded, and the furrowed their eyebrows at that, wondering exactly what that meant. It sounded like he was trying to make it sound not that bad, which was exactly what he was doing. "She told me not to talk to her... at all."

"So, she's not giving you the necklace?" Stiles concluded.

Both of the teenagers across the table from him just stared at him, and Wren wondered how she ended up being friends with him of all people. Scott confirmed, clearly done with him. "She's not giving me the necklace! All I learned was that I know nothing about girls and that they're totally psychotic."

"Low blow," Wren commented, and Scott shot her a slightly apologetic look and then shrugged as it to say, 'Well, it's true.' "Okay, Stiles and I came up with a Plan B just in case anything like this happened."

"First of all, it was my plan. Second of all, just steal the stupid thing!" Stiles shouted, causing a couple of people around them to look at him funny.

Scott sighed because that option was extremely unappealing to him. "Couldn't we try at least getting to Harris?"

"My dad put him on a twenty-four-hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got. Steal it. Thank you," Stiles told him, acting like he just had a drop-the-mic moment.

All of a sudden, Scott perked up like a dog that just heard the mailman pull up. Wren looked at him with a slightly concerned look. "What's wrong?"

"Jackson's talking to me. He knows I can hear him. Look at me. Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening," he informed them, but when the other two just looked at each other with panicked expressions, he exclaimed, "Say something. Talk to me!"

"Did you know that crocodiles can't stick their tongues out?" Wren questioned, and that was definitely something.

Stiles started at her for a moment, as if contemplating life. "How the hell do you know that?"

"I get bored in the middle of the night sometimes," she answered with a shrug. The amount of random research that she had done was concerning, especially since she hated doing research for class. "And FYI, Jackson's not even sitting with them anymore."

"Where the hell is he?" Scott questioned, his eyes scanning the cafeteria while trying to not act suspicious. He tensed once again, and they knew that Jackson must be speaking to him. After about a minute of silence, he seemed to be fighting a transformation.

Stiles was the one to bring him out of it. "Scott, come on, you can't let him do this. You can't let him have this kind of power over you, okay?"