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LUNA opens the front door slowly and as quiet as she can. Stepping inside the dark house she looks around. Sighing in relief, she realizes her Aunt must be asleep.

"Where have you been?"

Luna lets out a scream as the light flickers on and two figures stand in the kitchen doorway.

"You two scared me." She holds her chest trying to catch her breath.

Looking between her Aunt and Emerson's glowering faces she realizes they were upset with her for whatever reason.

"Uh I was out with my friend."

"Who?" Fallen asks tilting her head to the side as she crosses her arms.

Luna frowns looking at the two confused. Never have they been upset with her for getting home late. And never have they questioned who she was out with.

"Um Stiles. Stiles Stilinski. He's our next door neighbor."

"And you were with him?"

"Yep you can go ask him yourself." Luna replies nonchalantly.

She wasn't about to be scared into telling the truth. She would lie lie lie her way out of this.

"The werewolf is still out there. He killed again... you need to be alert and be careful. Understood?"

Luna nods looking at her Aunt's serious face, "I'm not a little girl Fallen. I understand."

Fallen nods before glancing at Emerson, "Fine... goodnight. Get some rest."

She walks up to Luna and kisses her head before making her way up the stairs. Luna goes to follow but is stopped by Emerson holding her arm.

"Take it down..."

"Excuse me?"

"Take the mask down."

Luna frowns then rolls her eyes as she snaps making the mask disappear from her face. Seconds ago her face was clear and pretty. Now that mask vanished away to show her cut on her forehead and cheek.

Emerson nods slowly before crossing his arms leaning against the doorway, "You need to stay away from him."

"Who?"

"You know who..."

Luna laughs humorlessly, "Well then you need to stay away from Argent."

Emerson shakes his head with an angry look on his face, "Luna you have no idea what's going on. You need to stay away. It's too dangerous. We don't need you to lose control."

Luna frowns. Never had she lost control; there was only one incident where that happened and that was eight years go. How dare he bring up that devastating time? It scarred her and scared her to death to make any relationships. She finally was okay with Lydia now she let Allison, Stiles, Derek, and slowly Scott into her life and it scared her to think that she could possibly hurt even kill them. How dare he say that when he was going around with Argent making things 100% worse.

"I'm not a child Emmy. I can look after myself. I don't need your help or Fallen's. I can make my own decisions."

Emerson nods firmly with a frown still on his face.

"I know you want to keep me safe but there's just somethings that you can't help me with."

Without another word Luna jogs up the stairs and into her room. Emerson watches her go then lets out a sigh.

Luna slams her door closed before leaning on it with a hard sigh. She rubs her hands down her face before glancing over at one of her favorite pictures on her wall. Smiling lightly she then frowns thinking about all the supernatural things that were happening in her life at the moment, and how she wished so hard to go back to normal.

Pulling her phone out her pocket, she bites her lip before pressing a name. It rings for a minute before the person picks up.

"Hey."

"You alright?"

Luna smiles sadly shaking her head, "No..."

"Meet you in ten?"

"Please."

"Of course."

Luna hangs up the phone with a smile before putting it back in her pocket and walking over to the pictures on her wall. Picking up the particular favorite one, she sighs and drops it on her desk.

Snapping her fingers she quickly vanished from the room, leaving the lone picture of her and Boyd smiling with Fallen and Emerson in the back of the photo while they were on a beach trip.

...

Taking slow quiet steps inside the dark quiet building, Luna crosses her arms over her chest and shakes her head.

"If you're trying to scare me again, it's not gonna work."

"Says you... It works every time."

Luna lightly flinches before turning around to glare at a beaming Boyd.

"You ass."

"Come on, you love me." Vernon grins holding out his hand.

"You're lucky I do, otherwise your face would be in the dirt right now."

"Technically we're inside so my face would  be in the ice."

Luna rolls her eyes, "You nerd."

She takes his hand that he holds out for her to grab. He helps her onto the ice rink as they both begin to glide over the ice.

"Perks of working at the skating rink..."

Luna smiles nodding while looking down at her skates that she had snatched up as soon as she arrived at the rink.

Boyd looks over at her smiling sadly as he notices that she was starting to become more quiet than usual. He knew something was up anyways. They had this communication in their friendship where they knew one of them were going through something if they called late at night. They texted, they never called unless something was happening.

"So... you alright?"

Luna doesn't say anything as they continue to skate.

"You can talk to me. You know you can always talk to me."

Luna nods letting out a sigh as her hands wring together nervously. She wanted to spill her guts and tell him everything. But would that put him in more danger.

Boyd stops skating and grabs Luna's arm also bringing her to a stop.

"Seriously Luna... what's going on? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Vernon you know you're my best friend right?"

Boyd chuckles softly, "Of course I know that... why are you so sad, Luna? Talk to me."

"I'm scared..."

"Why?"

Luna looks at him with teary eyes, "I want to tell you so bad. I want to tell you everything... but I don't think you'll like me anymore."

"And why would I not?"

"Because I'm a bad person. I've done bad things. And I don't want my past to come back and to hurt my future... to hurt you, Fallen... Emerson... my second chance at normal."

Boyd frowns confused, "Your past? What would that have to do with your future? I know the loss of your family was and will always be hard. Believe me I know. But-"

"You remember the what Emerson said happened to my family?"

Boyd nods, "Something terrible... a murder... a killer on the loose and you hid so you were safe. When the house was clear and the police found you, you were traumatized... and you had to go to Eichen because it was too much. That's understandable, Luna."

"What if that's not the truth?"

His eyebrows furrow as he drops Luna's hand from his, "What do you mean?"

"Vernon some things are not what they seem... especially in a town like this. Beacon Hills is not what it seems."

Boyd frowns confused, "Are you trying to say that Beacon Hills is like..."

"A town that calls to supernatural..."

"Supernatural?"

"You know... werewolves, vampires, faeries..."

"Like a fantasy movie?"

Luna nods.

Boyd shakes his head slowly, "You're joking right? You're just trying to trick me for some reason..."

"Vernon you're my best friend. My childhood friend... you have no idea how hard it was to keep all this from you. To figure out how to tell you..."

Luna decided not to tell him about his brother being a hunter. Emerson would have to tell him on his own time.

"So you know about supernatural beings? That's it?"

Luna shakes her head before raising her hand slowly to his head. Her fingers log huff my graze his forehead as they begin to glow.

"I am one..."

Without hesitation, Luna shows Boyd her memory of the night she found her family dead. Boyd gasps watching a young Luna covered in blood, screaming in pure horror.

Blinking twice, Boyd is brought back to present time. He looks at a fearful teary eyed Luna who stands in front of him. She slowly puts a little distance between them.

"That's what really happened. That's why I was in Eichen. I don't know what happened... but I was the reason they all... are no longer here. And you, Emerson, and Fallen are the only reason I'm the way I am right now. Sane... you helped me. And I don't want to lose you, but I'm scared that if I keep you in the dark any longer that you'll be dragged into this life and you'll lose yours."

Luna sighs as Boyd continues to stand not saying a word.

"And it's okay if you hate me for keeping this from you. Or if you're scared of me... but I couldn't keep this secret any longer-"

Boyd pulls her into a hug interrupting her long monologue.

"Shut up... I'm not going anywhere."

...

Knees bouncing nervously underneath his desk, Scott watches the teacher return graded tests, coming closer and closer. Behind him, Stiles leans forward to whisper.

"If Derek's not the Alpha- if he's not the one who bit you- who did?"

"I don't know." Scott mumbles.

Stiles sits back, thinking. He leans forward again, "Did the Alpha kill the bus driver?"

"I don't know."

Stiles flops back then a minute later leans forward again.

"Does Allison's dad know about the Alpha?"

Scott yells, "I don't know!" Then slinks down in his seat when he realizes everyone is staring at him.

The Teacher finally drops his test on his desk. He turns it over to see a big D- and a message: Not like you! What's happening? See me after class.

Stiles peers over his shoulder at the grade, "Dude, you need to study more."

Scott puts his head in hands, overwhelmed.

"And that was a joke. You need help studying?"

Scott shakes his head, "I'm studying with Allison at her house after school."

Stiles smiles nodding, "That's my boy."

"We're just studying."

"No, you're not."

"No, I'm not?" Scott frowns confused.

"Not if I'm forced to live vicariously through you. If you go to her house and squander that colossal opportunity I'll have you professionally de-balled. Got it?"

"Yes. If you stop with the questions."

"Done. No more talk of Alphas or Derek. Especially Derek."

...

A crowd of colorful sneakers passes through the hall, students rushing to class. As the hallway clears of people, a dark figure steps in... Derek.

Pale, with black circles under his eyes, bloody bandages can be seen underneath his jacket sleeve.

A remaining student or two gaze at him. He pays no attention, moving with focus toward one teenager still at his locker-- Jackson turns to see Derek coming right for him. He takes an involuntary step back.

"Where's Scott McCall?"

Jackson scoffs, "Why should I tell you?"

"Because I asked you politely. And I only do that once."

"Okay, tough guy. How about I help you if you tell me what you're selling him?"

Derek throws him a confused look.

"What is it? Dianabol? HGH?"

Derek frowns realizing, "Steroids."

"No, Girl Scout Cookies. What do you think I'm talking about? And by the way, whatever else you're selling? I'd stop sampling the merchandise. You look wrecked."

Derek sizes Jackson up, practically smelling the desperate need for power on him.

"I'll find him myself."

He turns to go, but Jackson grabs him by the shoulder.

"Hey, we're not done--"

Derek grabs him by the neck. Jackson tries to pry his fingers off but he's too strong. He gasps, choking until finally Derek seems to realize what he's doing and releases him. Jackson doubles over, sucking in air. While the boy is bent forward, Derek notices punctures on the back of his neck from the claws coming out of Derek's fingertips. He stares at them in alarm.

Still gasping, Jackson looks up to see Derek disappear around the corner. The boy reaches to the back of his neck, fingertips coming away bloody.

Derek slumps against the lockers.

Weakened and losing control, he closes his eyes to try a new tactic. He listens...

Sounds filter into his head. Teenagers gossiping, teachers lecturing, cell phone buttons clicking, and then--

"Scott's coming over? Tonight?" Lydia asks.

"We're just studying together."

Lydia, Luna, and Allison come down the stairs, heading out of class.

"Just studying never ends with just studying. It's like getting into a hot tub. Somebody eventually cops a feel."

"Seriously cop a feel Lydia?"

Derek grins as Luna replies.

"So what are you saying?" Allison asks.

"I'm saying make sure he covers up... Hello, Snow White, I'm talking about a condom."

"Are you kidding? After one date?"

"Well, don't be a total prude. You have to give him a little taste."

"How much is a little taste?"

"Oh God." Luna groans.

"You really like him, don't you?"

"Well, there's just something different about him. When I first got here I had this plan: no boyfriends until college. I move too often. But when I met him, he was different. I can't explain it."

"I can. It's your brain flooding with phenylethylamine."

"Lydia you're too smart for your own good."

"I'll tell you what to do. When's he coming over?"

"Right after school."

Down the hall, a crowd parts to reveal Derek. He gazes up to a clock on the wall: 3:30pm. As the bell rings and students pour of the classroom, Derek is about to slip out an exit until he turns the corner and jumps into a small body.

Luna gasps in shock as she looks up seeing Derek. Then she frowns seeing how pale and sickly he looked.

"Derek? Are you okay? What the heck are you doing here?"

"No... I need to find Scott."

Luna nods quickly looking around, "Okay lets go."

She wraps her arm around his waist as he lays his arm over her shoulder not putting much weight on her knowing she won't be able to hold him up.

Students rush the parking lot, racing for their cars at the end of the day. Stiles hops into his Jeep. He pulls out, swinging around for the exit when Luna steps right in front of his car holding up Derek. Stiles slams on the brakes. All of the cars behind him squeal to a stop as well, a near pile-up in the school lot.

From the bike rack, Scott peers up having heard the sudden brake stops. And then he sees why.

"No. Not now. Not here."

He starts running over just as Derek collapses out of Luna's arms right in front of the Jeep. Stiles jumps out of the driver's side.

Scott stares at Derek incredulously, "What are you doing here? Get up."

Luna glares at Scott holding onto Derek's arm, "He can't get up stupid."

Stiles looks at Derek shaking his head, "Dude, he's not looking too good."

"I was shot." Derek says struggling to speak.

"You were shot?! Why didn't you say anything inside?" Luna stares at him in shock. Her eyes run over his body before seeing blood fall from his fingers.

He tries to push himself up while Scott and Stiles kneel down to him.

"Why aren't you healing?" Scott asks confused.

"I can't. It was a different kind of bullet-"

"A silver bullet?"

Derek glares and replies, "No, you idiot" as Scott gasps realizing something from the other night.

"Wait a second. That's what she meant when she said 48 hours."

Derek's head snaps over staring at Scott, "What? Who said 48 hours?"

"The one who shot you-"

Derek sucks in a breath, a wave of pain rolls through him. His eyes flicker blue.

"What are you doing? Stop that."

"That's what I'm trying to tell you. I can't."

Scott grabs him, struggling to keep him from falling to the pavement. Other students take notice. Horns start beeping behind Stiles's car.

"Get up. Derek, get up."

But he's grounded, seemingly powerless as witnesses come closer and closer...

"Scott he can't. How about you help me help him get up." Luna suggests with a frown.

Horns blare throughout the crowded parking lot. An impatient Jackson gets out of his BMW, leaving Lydia in the passenger seat. Allison gets out of her own car to see what's causing the gridlock.

At Stiles' Jeep, Scott and Luna try to pull Derek up.

"Help me put him in your car."

"Him? My Jeep? No way."

Luna stares at him pleading, "Stiles! Please..."

Stiles looks at Luna as she gives him the puppy dog eyes. Sighing he reluctantly, helps lift Derek to his feet. Coming up the row of cars, both Jackson and Allison see Luna, Scott, and Stiles pushing Derek into the Jeep.

But as he slumps down in the passenger seat, Derek latches onto Scott's arm, not letting him go.

"I need you to find the same kind of bullet. I have to know what they used."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"She's an Argent. She's with them-"

"Why should I help you?" Scott frowns.

"Because you need me."

Stiles slams the door shut on his side. People now shout from their cars for him to get out of the way.

"Fine, fine. I'll try." He turns to Stiles, "Get him out of here."

Stiles shuts the back door after Luna hops in them hurries to the driver side. He stares at Scott and glares lightly.

"I hate you for this."

...

While driving, Stiles glances to his phone when Scott texts back: Need more time.

In the passenger seat, Derek slumps down, cradling his arm as he deals with the pain.

"Try to not to bleed out on my seats, okay? We're almost there."

Luna slaps the back of Stiles head, "Don't be rude Stilinski! He's dying."

"Almost where?" Derek groans.

"Your house."

"No. You can't take me there."

Stiles frowns, "I can't take you to your house?"

"Not when I can't protect myself."

Stiles hits the brakes, skidding to a stop making Luna fall forward and hit her face on his seat.

"Ow you asshole!"

Stiles turns around to see Luna now nursing a bloody nose.

He grimaces before looking at a glaring Derek, "Sorry... What happens if Scott doesn't find your magic bullet? Are you dying?"

"Not yet. I have a last resort."

"What do you mean? What last resort?"

Derek exposes his gunshot wound. It's stopped bleeding, but the veins surrounding it climb from his forearm like vines, creeping toward his inner-elbow.

Luna stares at Derek's arm in shock, "Oh my god."

How could a single bullet do so much damage?

"What is that? Is that contagious? Maybe you should just get out." Stiles says dramatically.

Derek stares at Stiles weakly, "Start the car. Now."

"I don't think you should be giving orders the way you look. In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your werewolf ass out to the middle of the road and leave you for dead."

Luna snorts out a laugh before making it sound like a cough as Derek lightly glares at her.

He turns to Stiles and gives him the scariest look he could form, "Start the car or I'm going to rip your throat out with my teeth."

"Oh kinky..."

...

"Call him again..." Luna says as she runs her hands through Derek's hair.

Stiles glances to Derek slumped in the passenger seat. He's breathing hard, eyes squeezed shut from pain.

Finally, Scott picks up. He was starting to piss Luna off. Not that he didn't do this easily. Derek was dying and he was canoodling with the Argents.

"By the way, he's starting to smell."

"Like what?" Scott asks over the phone.

"Like death."

"Okay. Take him to the animal clinic."

"What about your boss?"

"He's gone by now. There's a spare key in a box behind the dumpster in the back."

Stiles turns to Derek, "You're not going to believe where he's telling me to take you."

Derek grabs the phone out of his hand, "Did you find it?"

"How the hell am I supposed to find one bullet? They have a million. This house is the freaking Walmart of guns."

"You don't find it, I'm dead."

Luna's teeth clench together in fear.

"I'm starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing."

Luna rips the phone from Derek, "Don't be an asshole."

Derek grabs the phone back, "Think about this... the Alpha called you out against your will. He's going to do it again. And next time you either kill with him or you get killed. You need me. Find the bullet."

He hangs up. Minutes later, they get to the animal clinic. Luna helps Derek out as Stiles finds the key.

'Just lean me on the wall. I don't want to hurt you.'

Luna frowns at Derek, 'I'm fine.'

'You're still bleeding and I'm heavy.'

Luna sighs letting him lean on the wall as she dabs the blood with her long sleeved shirt. She remembered she was wearing his jacket then looks at him with a smile as she sees he has one on as well.

'How many leather jackets do you own?'

Derek smiles lightly then closes his eyes in pain just as Stiles looks up from a text message.

"Does northern blue monkshood mean anything to you?"

Propped against the wall, Derek gradually opens his eyes.

"It's a rare form of Wolfsbane. He has to bring me the bullet."

"Why?"

"Because without it, I'm dead."

...

Derek clicks on a light and slowly pulls his shirt off to reveal the gunshot wound is now far worse. Veins branch out from open sores while the rest of his arm has turned a sickening yellow.

"Well, that doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of."

"When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me."

Luna groans pacing back and forth as she holds a tissue to her nose, "Where the hell is he?"

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles jokes making Luna roll her eyes.

Derek starts pulling drawers open looking for something.

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time... last resort."

"Which is?"

Derek stops at a drawer, finding what he needs. He pulls out an electric bone saw making Luna and Stiles stare at him as if he's crazy.

"You're going to cut off my arm."

a/n : did you read the other book that is now a draft? do you like me adding in more parts?

how are we liking boyd and luna's friendship?

stiles is literally my favorite. he's too funny

future ships?

fav duo?

trio?

future predictions?

any special requests...