Last Chapter of season 1! Oh my god! I'm so excited to start season two! This is probably one of my longest chapters so far. Sorry it took me so long!

Hope you like it and thank you to everyone that voted and commented on the last chapter!

~01~

To say Stiles was surprised when I kissed him would be an understatement. His whole body went ridged. A dark thought that he didn't want to kiss me ran through my mind but, before I could act on it he broke out of his frozen state, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling me closer.

Even though we had shared that kiss on my driveway, it felt like nothing I had ever experienced before. My chest felt like it was going to burst.

"Because compared to you, I haven't felt a single fucking thing in my life."

His words kept running through my head as I was engulfed in the comforting smell of Stiles. When I pulled away his eyes were still closed, lips puckered, as, if he opened his eyes, he would realize it was all a dream.

Finally, his long lashes flickered against his cheeks and my gaze was locked on his caramel one, flecked with gold and green. I bit my lip as his gaze didn't waver from my face as it drifted down to my lips, before flickering back to mine. I felt his hand cup my face as he whispered "Is this really happening?"

I glanced down at my feet, fear gripping my heart but I brushed it off, looking back up at his questioning face. "Yeah I think it is."

I watched as his smile grew and he leaned down bringing my lips back to his, but it wasn't a second later that I flinched back, pain rushing up my left side. I quickly grabbed it, one word running through my mind. Lydia.

"What? What's going on?" Stiles concerned face entered my blurry sight as I searched the table Lydia was situated at only moments ago, her seat now vacant.

I shook my head as he tried to grab my shoulders "Where's Lydia?"

Stiles looked around for a second before shrugging "She probably went to the bathroom, or to find Jackson."

"We have to find her." I stumbled slightly, pulling Stiles out of the gym.

My gaze locked on Jackson's sweaty, wide eyed one as soon as we were in the hall. "Where the hell have you been?" I narrowed my eyes at him, trying to step forward but Stiles pulled me back. "Where's Lydia?"

Jackson's face paled and Stiles stepped forward "What's wrong?"

Jackson visibly swallowed "I - I was out behind the school, and I - I was - out –"

Stiles and I shared a look "What happened?"

"Jackson." I growled. "What did you do?"

Jackson stuttered through his explanation of the Argents and Scott and I groaned "We don't have time for this." I then turned to Stiles "Let's go check outside for Lydia."

Stiles nodded and we went to move towards the entrance but I turned back to Jackson at the last second glaring at him "Oh and Jackson?"

"What?" He groaned at me "What else-"

And with that I slammed my fist into his face. He stumbled back slightly, a look of disbelief plastered on his face "What the hell was that for?"

"Because you're a dick." I spat at him.

Stiles grabbed my shoulders, pulling me back towards the entrance of the school "Come on, I think it's time we left."

I sent Jackson one last glare before following Stiles out of the school. We searched the parking lot for a bit, but Lydia wasn't anywhere in sight so we made our way around the back of the school, onto the lacrosse field.

The area was pitch black and I felt Stiles slide his hand into mine. My heels sunk into the grass so I pulled them off. The lights flashed on, blinding me for a second before my gaze focused on Lydia, who was standing in the middle of the field. "Jackson! Jackson!" A figure exited the trees on the other side of the field. I broke into a sprint, when I saw who it was, my hand slipping out of Stiles.

"Lydia!" I screamed as the Alpha's teeth elongated. "Run!"

She didn't even get a chance to scream before Peter's fangs dug into her side, right where I had felt the pain moments ago.

I dived to the ground, but before I could grab her, Peter's sharp claws dug into the skin of my forearm, ripping me away from her body. "Don't kill her." I pleaded, wincing at his grip.

"Let her go!" Stiles yelled, falling to the ground across from us. His eyes were glassy as he glanced at the blood trickling down my elbow. "Please don't hurt her."

Peter sent him a sadistic smirk "Of course not. Just tell me how to find Derek."

Stiles face turned confused "W - what?"

"Tell me how to find Derek Hale." He growled, his grip tightening.

Stiles shook his head "I don't know that. How would I know that?"

Peter cocked his head "Because you're the clever one, aren't you? And because deception has a particularly acrid scent, Stiles. Tell me the truth." Stiles was quiet for a moment before Peter pulled me closer to his body, I could feel his teeth grazing the side of my neck. "Do you know what happens to the Anchor if they become a werewolf? There's so many rumours and stories surrounding the ternion anchor and her power but the one that carries the most weight is that they die."

Seriously can't this dude get a life?

"Look - Look, I don't know, okay?" Stiles stuttered "I sw - I swear to god, I have no idea."

"Tell me!" He roared.

Stiles flinched back "Okay, okay, okay, look, I - I think he knew –"

Peter narrowed his eyes "Knew what?"

"Derek," Stiles breathed. "I think he - I think he knew he was gonna be caught."

"By the Argents?"

Stile nodded. "Yeah."

"And?" He pressed.

"When they were shot, he and Scott - I think he took Scott's Phone."

"Why?"

"They all have GPS now. So if he still has it and if it's still on - you can find him."

Peter nodded, pulling me to my feet "Come on both of you."

My eyes widened as I tried to wrench my arm out of his grasp, but he held strong. Stupid alpha werewolf. "No - I'm not just letting you leave her here."

Peter sent me a glare. "You don't have a choice, Lux. You and your little boyfriend are coming with me."

"Please just let her go." Stiles pleaded. "Just kill me. Look, I don't care anymore."

My eyes widened at his words and Peter loosened his grip enough for me to stumble over to Stiles.

"Call your friend." Peter nodded down at my phone. "Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you get."

I looked down at Lydia's pale body a feeling of dread entering me. We were so screwed.

~01~

After I had called Jackson, Peter had forced the two of us into Stiles beat up jeep, directing Stiles down the road. I had been shoved into the back seat and I was not happy. It smelt like sweaty feet back here.

"Don't feel bad." Peter spoke up, finally breaking the silence. "If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

"Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear us apart." Stiles retorted, sarcastically.

Peter shrugged, sending me a smirk through the rear-view mirror. "Well, actually, considering that she's a woman - twice a month."

My mouth popped open at his words. "W-what? Did you actually say that? Did those words leave your mouth?" I leant over the seats, catching Stiles uneasy look as I got closer to the Alpha. "I'm going to enjoy meeting you when you die."

Peter just continued to smirk at me "Oh so will I. Trust me."

Okay that was super creepy.

I just sat in the back of the jeep arms crossed as we entered an underground carpark, pulling up next to a sleek black car. I reached my hand up to rub my neck, a burning sensation travelling through it.

I quickly pushed this feeling to the back of my mind as Peter slid out of the car easily and Stiles and I shared a look. A thought that we should just drive away now, entered my mind, but it was quickly quashed. He was an Alpha, he could definitely out run a rusty old jeep.

Stiles sighed, leaning over the back seat to grab a spare t-shirt, wrapping it around the claw marks on my arm. I sent him a grateful smile and exited the jeep.

"Whose car is this?" Stiles asked as we approached Peter.

Peter just smirked "It belonged to my nurse."

Stiles furrowed his brows "What happened to your n - Oh, my God!" My eyes widened as I caught sight of what was in the boot of the car. Stiles jumped back, stumbling into me.

I pushed him off me, glaring at him as Peter sent us a deadly grin. "I got better."

I rolled my eyes at him as he pulled a laptop out of the back, closing the nurse back into the boot. "Good luck getting a signal down here." Stiles commented. Peter just handed him a small black object. "Oh, MiFi. And you're a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves, or just a personal preference?" Oh dear god, Stiles. Would you shut up?

Peter ignored his comment, nodding towards the laptop. "Turn it on. Get connected."

"You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here." Peter continued to ignore him so Stiles turned sending him a glare. "Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."

Peter raised an eyebrow. "You know both of them." He then sent me a look "You both do."

I could see Stiles looking at me from the side of his eye but he kept his resolve. "No, we don't."

"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying."

Stiles scoffed. "Dude, I swear to God –" Peter grabbed the back of his head slamming it into the car.

I moved to help him but Peter grabbed me by the throat. "I can be very persuasive, Stiles. Don't make me persuade you." Seriously? Could he stop using me as leverage? I wasn't some stupid damsel in distress.

Stiles eyes flickered over to me before he nodded. Peter smirked, letting go of both of us. Stiles quickly moved over to the laptop and started typing. "What happens after you find Derek?" Stiles spoke up after a beat of silence.

"Don't think, Stiles." Peter ordered. "Type."

"You're gonna kill people, aren't you?" Really Stiles?

"Only the 'responsible ones', right?" My words dripped with sarcasm as I directed the words at Peter.

He just sent me a grin "Oh the fire of an anchor, how stubborn you are. And stupid." He flashed his bright red eyes at me, causing Stiles to pull me away from him in fear. Seriously this guy was such a dick.

"Look, if I do this, you have to promise to leave Scott and Lux out of it." Stiles bargained.

"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs?" Peter asked. "It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Derek and Scott. I need both of them." He then turned to send me a deadly look. "And Lux, well she hasn't even seen a miniscule of her power. I could teach her how to harness it." Um hello? Still here.

"He's not gonna help you." Stiles glared at him.

"And neither will I." I crossed my arms.

"Oh, he will. Because it'll save Allison. And you will, because it will save Scott. Your best friend whom you know so well, you even have his username and password." He then turned to me "And you will because it will save Stiles. The boy you broke all your rules for."

I sent him a glare as he turned back to the laptop. "His username is "Allison"? His password is also "Allison"?"

I snorted "Still want him in your pack?"

Stiles eyebrows furrowed as the location was pinned on the map. "Wait, what the - That's where they're keeping him? At his own house?"

My eyes widened in realization. "Not at it. Under it."

Peter nodded. "I know exactly where that is." His head snapped to the side as a loud howl pierced though the night. "And I'm not the only one." He turned to both of us, stepping forward. I pushed Stiles behind me and Peter rolled his eyes "Give me your keys."

Stiles sighed but held them out anyway. "Careful. She grinds in second." But Peter just crushed them in his hand before giving them back. Stiles looked down at the mangled keys. "So you're not gonna kill us?" Peter froze on the spot. Stiles you freaking idiot. Peter turned and sauntered back over to us. Stiles grabbed my waist as he stumbled back. "Oh God."

"Don't you understand yet? I'm not the bad guy here."

I snorted at his words and Stiles raised his eyebrows. "You turn into a giant monster with red eyes and fangs, and you're not the bad guy here?"

Peter smirked. "I like you, Stiles. Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you something in return. Do you want the bite?"

"W-what?" My eyes widened as Stiles spluttered.

"Do you want the bite?" He repeated. "If it doesn't kill you - and it could - you'll become like us."

"Like you." He couldn't actually be considering this, could he?

"Yes, a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture? That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you. You'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker, more popular, watching him get the girl." His eyes flickered over to me and Stiles' followed. "You'd be equals. Maybe more."

I looked between the two of them "Stiles." His gaze focused on me as I sent him a desperate look. "Don't do this."

"Yes or no?" Peter pressed, grabbing Stiles arm, his fang elongating.

At the last second Stiles ripped his arm out of his. Relief flooded through me as Stiles eyes hardened. "I don't wanna be like you."

Peter sent him a smirk. "Do you know what I heard just then? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words "I don't want." You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself. Goodbye Stiles." His eyes floated over to me "Come on, it's time to go."

Wait what? "I'm not coming with you." I glared at him.

He chuckled darkly "You are if you want to protect your friends. You know," he mused. "I could tell you so much. About your ability, about the ternion anchor, about your mother." My mum? What could he know about her? He smirked at my expression "Yes I knew Amelia Woodley, once Herondale. I could tell you everything, if you just came with me."

I swallowed deeply before turning to look at Stiles. His eyes widened "No, Lux. Please don't leave."

I reached my hand up to the side of his face "Trust me. You go check on Lydia and I'll get Scott and Derek and I'll be back. I promise you."

He shook his head "Don't make promises you can't keep."

I leaned up, placing my lips lightly against his cheek. "I promise."

~01~

We arrived to Derek's house at the same Allison and Kate. I went to run outside to help Scott and Derek but Peter pulled me back.

"What are you doing?" I furrowed my eyebrows at him "They're getting their asses kicked out there!"

He just sent me a smirk "I need you for something else first."

I sent him a confused look "What-"

But before I could reply he slammed his fist into my face. I hit the floor hard, a metallic taste in my mouth. I went to sit up but he kicked me in the ribs, causing me to fall back into the wooden ground, winded. "I..I thought y-you needed me?" I gasped turning to look at the dark look on his face. I could feel something dripping from my left eyebrow and when I pulled my hand away from it there was blood.

Peter just shrugged nonchalantly. "I lied." He extended his claws. "See, I did know your mother, but honestly? All you Anchors are just so annoying." He went to lift his claws up but stopped when he heard something outside. He sent me a grin, pulling me to my feet. "Show time." And with that he threw me out the front door of the Hale house. I stumbled slightly, tripping down the stairs before landing in a heap on the dirt. Great.

"Lux!" I heard Scott yell, before he lifted me off the ground. My vision swam, but I was just able to make out the blur of the Alpha, tripping Mr. Argent first then Allison. I went to turn but before I got a chance, my feet were swept out from underneath me and I felt myself hitting the ground once more. Couldn't I catch a break?

I huffed, sitting up just in time to see Kate being thrown onto the patio of the Hale house, before being dragged in by Peter.

"No!" Allison screamed, scrambling to her feet to run after them.

My eyes widened "Allison don't!"

I quickly searched the ground for anything to arm myself with. My gaze landed on Kate's gun that had been discarded on the grass. I stumbled over to it. Once I had grabbed it I turned towards Scott who was already making his way to his feet.

I ran up the steps, gun in hand. Don't shoot the wrong person. Don't shoot yourself. I repeated to myself in my head as I entered what was once the living room of the Hale house.

"I don't know about you, Allison, but that apology - didn't sound very sincere." Peter smirked, taking a menacing step towards Allison. I lifted the gun up, but before I could pull the trigger there was a growl from my left side. I turned to find Scott in full wolf mode before looking to my other side to see Derek.

"Run!" Scott growled at us. At his words I quickly grabbed Allison's arm, pulling her out of the house.

"Dad? Dad!" Allison yelled, kneeling down beside him. I knelt down beside her, checking his pulse and sighed with relief when I found one.

After this confirmation I went to stand back up but Allison stopped me "Where are you going?"

"To help Scott and Derek." I stated, trying to stand again, but she had a strong grip on my arm.

"You can't go in there!" She hissed. "He's going to kill you!"

"Well I can't let him kill them!" I hissed back, ripping my arm out of her grip, but before I could make a step back towards the house, Scott was thrown through a window, landing with a thump on the dirt and grass. The Alpha, in his full monster glory, following him out only moments later. He grasped the front of Scott's jacket, pulling him to his feet.

Before I could blink, Scott kicked off the Alpha's chest, pushing him back against the patio. The alpha stood back up growling but was cut off by the blaring of a horn and bright lights. Stiles.

Stiles whipped his arm back, throwing a conical flask filled with brown liquid at the Alpha. A Self-igniting Molotov cocktail. I watched as the grin faded from his face as the alpha easily caught it "Oh damn."

"Lux!" I heard Scott yelled at me, looking up to see him pointing at the gun in my hands.

My eyes widened as I swallowed deeply. I lifted the gun in the air, aiming at the flask "Please don't miss." I whispered before squeezing my eyes shut and pulling the trigger. A loud bang echoed around the field, the recoil sending me backwards. I didn't open my eyes until I heard the shattering of glass and the roar of the alpha. Once I did, I breathed out a sigh of shock as I watched the alpha alight with flames.

There was a moment of hesitation before Jackson launched the other one at him, hitting him right in the chest. The alpha roared in pain, stumbling towards Allison and I in rage.

"No!" Scott screamed, before kicking the alpha in the chest, sending him to the ground. I let out a sigh of relief as the Alpha's – Peter's – growls went silent.

I watched as Allison made her way over to Scott before I turned to Stiles. His gaze was already on me. I swallowed the lump in my throat and started to walk over to him, limping from the pain in my ribs, but before I knew it, I was sprinting. I barreled into his arms, breathing in Stiles unique smell.

After a moment I pulled back, sending him a grin "I told you I kept my promises."

He rolled his eyes, before mimicking me from earlier in the night "Shut up." And then he kissed me.

"Wait!" Scott yelled, causing me to pull away from Stiles. My eyes widened as I watched Derek stalk over to Peter's charred body. "You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek. If you do this, I'm dead." Scott pleaded with him. "Her father, her family – what am I supposed to do?"

But Scott's words didn't seem to help as Derek continued to stalk forward. "Wait! No, no! Don't" but it was too late. Derek's clawed hand slashed down, cutting Peter's throat open.

The pain erupted in my neck, the same way it did in the parking lot, and I grabbed it. Derek turned around, his eyes glowing red. "I'm the Alpha now."

But my vision wasn't focused on him anymore, it was stuck on Peter. He was free of any burns, all that was visible was the long slash across his neck. He sent me an evil grin as he sauntered towards me. "I told you, I was going to enjoy seeing you in death."

"Lux? What's going on?" Allison spoke up.

I snapped my gaze away from Peter's, noticing them all staring at me, but before I could answer, Stiles spoke up for me "It's Peter isn't it? He has to pass through you."

I nodded, my eyes flickering back to Peter's form. The last person to pass through me that I had memories with was my mother. Was it going to hurt as much as that time did? I really hoped not. He stepped forward again and I stumbled back causing him to smirk. "You've never had a supernatural that you knew pass through you yet, have you?" his grin grew when I shook my head. "Well, I take pleasure in being your first." And with that he grabbed my arm.

I fell to the ground, gritting my teeth, trying to stop myself from crying out. "Lux Woodley. How long I have wanted to meet you. The Ternion Anchor."

"They must pay for what they did to us."

"Do you know what happens to the Anchor if they become a werewolf?... They die."

"I knew your mother… Amelia Woodley."

"I lied."

And then I couldn't stop it. I screamed.

~01~

Ahhhhhh, I can't believe it! The end of season 1! I will hopefully update with the prologue of season 2 tomorrow and then I'll get started asap! Anyway I hope you liked it! And please comment any questions and prophecies that you have about the future of Stux!