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Sorry this is late. I'm back at uni and I'm just trying to start the semester off well. So, I'll do my best to stay on top of updates, but they may not be as regular. I thank you all for your patience x

I also had someone in the last chapter ask if I would write an epilogue since I won't be writing 6B. Is that something you would all be interested in? If so, let me know, and I'd be more then happy to write one when the time comes.

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We all met in an empty classroom before the game. Scott stood at the front, while the rest of us were spread across the desks in the front row, listening as he spoke to us.

Scott moved around, not able to stand still as the game grew closer. "Mason you know your part. . ."

Mason nodded, "Corey and I break into the Devenford bus and search their shoes."

"I take out the TV vans," Malia continued, leading on to her part.

I hadn't seen her all day, but I was glad to see that she showed up when we needed her the most. I wanted to talk to her about what was going on with her and her mum but now was definitely not the time.

Next, Stiles spoke. "Right before the whistle, Coach forfeits the game."

Liam nodded, "The rest of us are looking for a size 10 with a bloody sole."

"Simple," I laughed quietly.

"Just out of curiosity, what if it doesn't work?" Malia asked. "What if we have to go up against this thing? I mean, I hate to bring up bad memories but Scott's still healing from what Theo did to him."

The thought itself made me feel sick to my stomach. I was yet to see the Beast in person, and I didn't think I wanted to.

"No, he's not," Kira countered.

I found myself confused by this, considering that last I had seen, he still had the marks from Theo's claws. "Scott, what's she talking about?"

The Alpha lifted the front of his jersey, to reveal unblemished skin. It was completely healed and there was no sign that he had even had Theo's claws buried in his abdomen.

Scott had a small smile on his face as he lowered his shirt. "It happened the night we got Lydia out of Eichen House. I healed. When we were all together again when we were a pack."

It reminded me of when we thought Derek had died. Scott hadn't let himself heal, and had nearly died because of it. We thought he wasn't healing because Theo was different, but it turned out that it was just in Scott's head like last time.

"The Beast doesn't have a pack," Liam stated.

"Not like us," our Alpha agreed. "We can do this, guys. No one dies tonight."

I nodded, taking a breath. "All right. Let's do this."

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Less than half of an hour later Scott, Stiles, Isaac and I were sitting on the bench beside the field. The bleachers were filled with spectators of each side of the game, everyone preparing their signs and talking amongst themselves.

The charity games were always a big deal - tickets, cameras, excitable fans. To be honest, they were some of the games I enjoyed the most; the energy was like nothing else.

The vans with the antennas for the broadcasts had arrived and everything was almost ready for the game. And yet, Coach still hadn't withdrawn.

"Guys, why hasn't Coach said anything yet?" I asked the boys.

The three looked at each other for a moment. Stiles leaned forward, glancing at the trucks, before standing up and walking over to Coach. I got up and followed him as he approached the man.

"Hey, Coach, now is the, uh, time to forfeit the game," Stiles told the Coach as he stopped beside him.

When Coach stayed silent, I leaned forward so I could face the man. "Coach, he means, like, right now."

More silence.
Stiles glanced at me with wide eyes, before facing the Coach again. "You gotta. . . Coach."

The man crossed his arms, still looking out at the lacrosse field. "Stilinski, Winters, I've never forfeited a game and I never will. Get on the field, Stilinski."

He then blew his whistle, riling up the crowd further. Both teams began to filter out onto the field, my friends hesitant to follow. Liam, Isaac, Kira and Scott went out on to the field, while Stiles hung back beside me.

"Coach isn't going to call it off, so I'm going to try talking to my dad again," he informed me.

I nodded, beginning to walk towards his father, "Let's go, quickly before the game starts."

We made our way over to the Sheriff with haste, not wanting to waste the mere minutes we had before the game was to begin.

"Sheriff!" I called as we got in closer. "Sheriff, the Coach isn't calling the game off."

He sighed with a shake of his head, "Riley, as I told you, there's nothing I can do to stop this game."

Stiles began to stutter as he tried to come up with an idea, "What if we call in a bomb threat?"

"You remember the bomb threat at the airport three weeks ago?" The Sheriff countered.

"Yeah, of course, I do. It was all over the news."
When his father remained silent, Stiles nodded, "I see your point."

The Sheriff and I headed off towards the bleachers, while Stiles walked towards the field. We took a seat as the game began.

Something else was happening on the field. Kira was on, but she was playing much fiercer than usual. And it wasn't her playing style either. It had to be the Fox again; Kira still didn't have control over her ability and it kept taking over.

She was knocking players down left and right, and eventually, Scott put a play in motion that got her kicked off the field. Kira left angrily, going past the bleachers and towards the locker room.

I was going to follow her but noticed that Lori - Brett's sister - was already on the way. Figuring she would have it under control, I thought it best to remain at the game to keep an eye on things.

Although, I began to regret it after a while. Beacon Hills was playing horribly. Brett and the rest of Devenford were destroying us.

"I thought they were getting better?" The Sheriff asked me.

My lips pursed as I watched the game, "They were. But Devenford is better."

Not much later, Scott was abandoning the game also, going the same way that Kira had. The fact that he was leaving midgame was worrying. What had happened inside the school?

"This isn't going to plan at all," I mumbled to myself. "I'll be back, Noah."

"All right, be careful," he told me. "And tell Stiles to start getting the damn ball."

I told him I would with a small laugh, before standing up and walking down the bleachers. Making my way to the edge of the field, I walked over to Liam and Stiles who was talking with their helmets off.

"Something's wrong," Stiles stated as I approached. "I don't think Malia's got all the vans."

The three of us looked over to see workers still milling around, their equipment clearly no sabotaged yet. I squinted as I tried to spot Malia, but there was nothing.

"Then we'll get her more time," Liam told us.

"How the hell are we going to do that?"

"We'll even up the score."

Stiles looked down at the boy, the doubt clear on his face. "Once again. . . how the hell are we going to do that?"

"However you can," I instructed them both. "I'm going to go and check on Malia. You two just. . . start playing better."

Stiles hesitated, before nodding, "All right, be careful."

He kissed me, before running out onto the field with Liam in tow, both of them putting their helmets back on. After making sure he went out to play, I then headed out towards the news vans.

As I got closer, I could hear two people talking. Was that why Malia hadn't dealt with the vans yet? Someone was there with her.

"You really think you're going to make a difference, don't you?" The voice that wasn't Malia asked. "Who are you trying to save out here? A bunch of random people? Your little high school friends?"

I still couldn't see them, but I felt myself beginning to move faster. Whoever was talking to her had her distracted enough that she wasn't dealing with the cords on the news vans, and Malia being distracted wasn't what we needed at this moment.

"You want to do this now? Fine," I heard Malia reply.

Realising where this was headed, I broke into a jog, until I could see both of them. The person talking to Malia was a woman. She was older with dark olive skin and brown hair and was quite beautiful.

The woman looked at me as soon as I appeared beside Malia, before turning back to the girl. "It's her, isn't it? That's the one."

Malia and I turned to each other, making eye contact, before looking back to the woman. Except, she as gone. I was about to ask Malia what the hell was going on, but she was already climbing on to the final news van.

Grunting, she pulled the cord out and disconnected the satellite from the van. She looked down at me with a smile, quite proud of herself.

Just as she was climbing down, we heard someone say that they had fixed the problem with the van.

The newscaster in front of them prepared herself, telling the cameraman to turn it on. As soon as they did, sparks flew from on top of every van, and awfully loud feedback reverberated across the field.

I brought both of my hands to my ears as I tried to block out the noise. Malia was off the van when the noise finally stopped. "It didn't work."

I felt myself gulp heavily as I shook my head, "No, it didn't. And now it's here."

We looked around, trying to see it, but all I saw nothing. I did hear a low growl, and that was enough to make my stomach turn.

Grabbing Malia's hand, I began to head back over to the lacrosse field. We were almost at the bleachers when I saw Liam running towards the school.

If he answered, I didn't hear it. Mainly because the crowd was all on their feet screaming and running. The Beast was here, it had to be - that was the only explanation for why people would be reacting like this.

"It's the Beast, isn't it?" Malia asked me.

Nodding, I grabbed my phone out of my pocket and dialled Scott. When he didn't answer, I tried Stiles.
"We have to go and find Stiles. Come on."

I ran towards the bleachers where I had seen him last, but he was no longer there. Running out further onto the field, I could see the Sheriff shepherding everyone out of the bleachers and towards safety.

I made my way over to him immediately, my heart pounding. "Noah, have you seen Stiles?"

The Sheriff nodded, "He went towards the school. I think he had Liam and Hayden with him. Find him for me, would you?"

Nodding, I turned around and went in the direction of the school. Malia and Isaac fell in stride beside me. I glanced at both of them, worry running through me. "You guys don' have to come. Go find somewhere safe.

"We're a pack, Riley," my sister reminded me. "We're not letting you go in there alone."

Isaac nodded in agreement, and the three of us began to sprint to the school. Bursting through the doors, all I could see was people running in a panic trying their best to find somewhere to hide.

Gesturing for the two to follow, we began to make our way through the hallway. "Stiles? Has anyone seen Stiles?" I asked any student who slowed down to look at us.

Everyone either didn't know who he was, didn't know where he was or was too panicked to even answer.

There was a crashing sound amongst all the screams, and my blood ran cold. The Beast was in the school.

Malia grabbed her phone out of her pocket, quickly dialling someone and lifting the device to her ear. "Braeden, it's me. I'm at the school and we need you. Bring your shotgun. Bring all your shotguns."

Feeling a hand on my shoulder, I turned to see Isaac. He and Malia could sense my anxiety, I could see it in their eyes.
"We're going to find all of them, I promise," he said.

Shaking my head, I began walking again, "Don't promise me that."

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Braeden was at the school in less than ten minutes, realising just how dire our situation was. She had a shotgun, just like Malia had asked, and was ready to go.

The four of us rushed through the school, following Malia and Isaac as they tracked Scott's scent. Even though I wanted to find Stiles, Scott was most likely going to be the one who knew where the Beast was at that moment, and that was the priority.

The werewolves lead us to the library, where we could hear roars coming from within. Opening the door, we got there just in time to see Liam punching the Beast across the jaw.

My heart stopped at the size of it. It was about three times the size of us, it was an oily black colour and smoke was rolling steadily off of it. As it turned to face us, I could see its wide jaw full of sharp teeth, its pointed ears, and its eyes which were glowing a bright blue that was verging on white.

As it took a step, I felt myself take a heavy breath, eyes glowing as I prepared for the attack. Malia and Isaac growled, claws at the ready.

But, none of us had to do anything. Braeden began firing her shotgun, hitting the Beast square in its chest with every shot.

For some reason, it gave up. Turning around, it bounded up at the stairs and burst through the glass window. It shattered loudly as the Beast went straight through it, disappearing into the night.

Once we were sure it was gone, Malia and I went over and helped Scott to his feet. His shirt was torn and one side of his face was covered in blood, but he looked okay for the most part.

I wrapped my arms around him, hugging him tightly. "I'm so glad you're okay," I mumbled, calmed slightly knowing that at least one of them was alive.

Scott hugged me back, wincing slightly as he began to heal his wounds. After a moment, I released him so that we could all talk.

"You didn't seriously think you were going to have a chance against that thing, did you?" Braeden asked, the answer clear on her face.

Scott was breathing heavily, his eyes widening slightly as he shook his head. "No. But I got its scent."

Even though the night had taken a turn, we had managed to get a win. A win that would actually help us in the long run - something we so desperately needed.

Scott ran off, following the scent of the Beast, frantic to find it before it could do any more damage. Liam was running after him immediately, leaving the rest of us in the library.

I looked at Malia, who seemed to be wanting to talk to Braeden. I felt my jaw clench, before nodding to her. "I have to go and find Stiles, but don't think I've forgotten about what happened beside the vans, Mal."

She looked nervous, but agreed either way. I left it at that, heading out towards the main hallway in search of my boyfriend. I wanted to know who the woman was, and if the Beast hadn't attacked the school, I'd be talking to her about it.

Leaving the library, I began to run down the school hallways, searching any room that was unlocked. If I hadn't been a Sylph, I would probably have been out of breath.

Classroom after classroom, I began to grow more worried when I hadn't laid eyes on the boy. I kept calling his name, but heard no reply. All I could think of was him lying in a pool of his own blood, eyes wide and his body lifeless.

Beginning to move faster, I left the classroom I was in and went to move on to the next. Rushing down the hall, I turned a corner, running straight into someone. Recovering quickly, I looked up to see who it was.

"You idiot!" I gasped, hitting their chest, before throwing my arms around him. "I thought you were dead!"

Stiles wrapped his arms around me tightly, taking shaky breaths. "I was beginning to think you were, too. Where is everyone?"

I stepped back enough that I could see him, but still kept my hands on his arms. "The library. Scott had been fighting off the Beast and we got Braeden; she managed to scare it off. Scott got its scent though, and he's gone to find out who it is."

Stiles' eyes widened at my words, "He knows who the Beast is?"

"Not yet, but he will."

"Let's go, then."

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"I can't believe it's Mason," I said softly as we pulled up Scott's house.

Scott had followed the Beast's scent out into the car park and to a car, where he found the size 10 shoes with blood on the soles. Apparently, the car had belonged to Mason. Scott went to talk to him, but Corey had grabbed him and went invisible.

So now, we knew who the Beast was, but had no idea where he was. And without being able to talk to him, we had yet to find a way to help him.

Walking into the house, Stiles sighed. "We thought the same when we found out the Nogitsune had possessed me. You just never know. But we'll find him, and we'll help him."

We headed upstairs to see how Scott was doing after his battle with the Beast. Considering how much blood I'd seen on him, I was surprised he had been conscious when I saw him last.

Stiles opened the door and we both peered in. Scott was laying on his bed, his head lolling to the side as he began to sleep. Kira looked over her shoulder at us both, smiling and giving us a reassuring nod. Beieving that she will take care of him, I stepped forward and closed the door quietly.

We turned around, only to be met by Malia and Braeden. Stiles and I glanced at each other, not feeling overly confident seeing the looks on their faces.

"What? What's wrong?" Stiles asked the two when they both continued to stare at us silently.

The mercenary looked at my sister, a serious look on her face, "You need to tell her."

Her. They were talking about me. "Tell me what? Malia?"

She looked down for a moment, before making eye contact with me. "You know that woman you saw me with? That was my mother."

My eyes widened, "That was your mother? The Desert Wolf?"

Malia nodded, "Yeah. And you know how she wants to kill me? I think she might want to kill you, too."

My mouth fell open as I stammered, trying to find the words. "What? Why?"

"Uh, that's disconcerting," Stiles stated from beside me, sounding worried. "I should probably have a gun."

"No," I said immediately.

Braeden agreed immediately, "I'm not giving you a gun."

"You have a gun," Stiles pointed out. "The Desert Wolf who is trying to kill my girlfriend, has a gun. If I'm with her, I doubt she'll just let me go, and I need to protect Riley. So, I think I should probably have a gun."

Braeden glanced at me, to which I have a wary look. I understood that he wanted to protect me, but considering Stiles almost took Scott out with a crossbow once, the thought of him with a gun was slightly worrying.

The woman removed a gun from her pocket, before releasing the magazine. She held the magazine separate from the gun for a moment, before tossing the hollow weapon towards my boyfriend.

His hands stumbled as he tried to catch it. The gun fumbled between his hands, before finally clattering to the floor loudly.

Stiles stood up straight, and the four of us all just stared at each other for a moment. As Braeden crossed his arms, Stiles cleared his throat, "I probably shouldn't have a gun."

"No. . . no, I don't think you should," I reiterated.