3 days after he became the True Alpha, Scott McCall left Beacon Hills.

Strangely enough it was Lydia who noticed his absence first, or more pointedly his mother's absence from the hospital. No that wasn't it; it was the stares she got from the other nurses in the hospital as she walked in. Apparently 6 months hadn't been enough time for everyone to forget her fugue state and so Lydia had been required at the hospital for a checkup. But everywhere she walked the eyes of the hospital staff followed her until she had had enough.

"What?' Lydia had demanded.

The nurse, startled by the confrontation had looked up at Lydia with wide eyes, similar to that of a surprised animal. In truth it was the look of a gossip who had been called out.

"You don't know?'

"Know what?"

"I'm sorry, I thought you knew, I-I shouldn't tell you, it isn't my place"

Lydia knew the type of person she was confronted with, and so choosing her words carefully; she prepared to set her trap.

"If you tell me what you know, I'll tell you what's in Doctor Robinson's top drawer".

That was enough for the nurse and so she had told Lydia. How Melissa McCall hadn't been in work for a week and the staff had been concerned, so yesterday one of the nurses had gone over to the McCall house to check on her. How she had found a drunk Melissa, sat on her couch with tear-streaked cheeks, clutching a crumpled letter in her hand and a bottle of wine in the other. How the only sentence she could coax out of the devastated mother was "He left'.

Lydia had sprinted from the hospital, forgetting her bargain with the nurse in her rush to get to the McCall house, praying to be proved wrong. She speeded the whole way to the house, not noticing the three red lights she ran, and had then hammered on the door until it was opened by John Stilinski.

The look on his face had told her all she needed to know, panic overwhelming her as she walked into the kitchen where she then saw Stiles.

The panic that had been building in her chest faded away as quickly as it had come to be replaced by a vast sorrow.

He looked broken, almost identical to the description she had been given of Melissa. The tears flowing freely from his eyes, he was holding a letter of his own but the most unsettling aspect was the stillness, normally a mass of movement, he was slumped on a chair, curled inwards on himself as if by disconnecting himself from the world he could disconnect from what he was feeling.

Gazing around the room Lydia saw Isaac practically holding Melissa up, not because she was drunk but because she didn't have the will to stand up. Isaac meet her gaze and nodded at her, a confirmation, as if the scene in the room wasn't proof enough.

The sound of a car entering the driveway reached Lydia's ears and looking through the window she saw the Argent's car come to a stall. Allison. What was Lydia going to tell her? She fell onto a seat; there was only one thing she could say. Scott McCall was gone.

5 years later and the Beacon Hills pack had managed to accept Scott's disappearance for what it was, Scott's decision. He had left two letters behind, one for his mother and one for Stiles. He could recall the letter word for word, the words imprinted in his head after countless times reading them, searching for a clue that would never exist.

Stiles,

I'm leaving Beacon Hills and I don't know how long for, I have things to do that I have to do alone. I can never return to a normal life, normal by our standards anyway, becoming an alpha has changed things. I am sorry for not saying goodbye, I know it must hurt but I didn't want it to be like this and maybe one day you can forgive me.

Don't come looking for me, it would be a waste of time. I'm doing this for a good reason I swear. I will miss you Stiles, and I hope one day I will be able to come back.

You're my brother Stiles.

Scott.

It had taken time of course, but slowly but surely they moved on with their lives until the pain the pack felt when they thought of Scott became a dull ache as opposed to a knife wound.

They had graduated from Beacon Hills High with only one more supernatural occurrence, which was progress, and all gone on to college except Derek naturally, Lydia had done two degrees in the time it took the others to do one, naturally.

Yet somehow they all found themselves back in Beacon Hills, maybe because of the pull of the Nemeton, maybe because it was where home was, or maybe it was because it was where they believed Scott would return. No one really knew.

The Hale House had been rebuilt, it seemed a good idea that if five werewolves were going to live under one roof it was a roof far away in the woods.

In what was a surprising turn, Stiles was training to become a surgeon despite his aversion to blood or needles or the amount of danger that befell Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. Maybe seeing so many of his friends with life threatening injuries had a hand in that.

Meanwhile the rest of the pack were getting their feet under the table, ready to move onwards in their journey to adulthood, but as Stiles loved to point out, they were twenty-one, growing up could wait.

All in all, the Beacon Hills Pack was content; things had settled down, they were able to be normal people again. Of course, that was never going to last.

Eli sprinted across the road, too fast for the human eye to track but not fast enough that the cars driving across the road were oblivious to him, horns blared at him and tires screeched as drivers braked to avoid hitting the shape in front of them.

Not that Eli cared about the attention, he had already been spotted, he took a left and then the next right, he just had to loose this tail and then he would be all right.

But Eli was exhausted; he had been running for twenty blocks now and his pursuers showed no signs of slowing down. Eli hadn't been particularly fast as a human, maybe running from other werewolves made it all relative again?

He had to push on regardless, he ran for two more blocks, turned left, then right, then two more lefts before jumping into an open door to the hotel on his right.

Fortunately for Eli it was very late and there was no one in the lobby as he sprinted across, the only sounds he could hear his own footsteps.

Stepping outside as quietly as he could so as to avoid drawing attention to himself, which considering his heavy breathing was not very quiet at all, he turned off down an alleyway so he could hide and catch his breath.

He had made it, not too shabby he thought, considering he had been a werewolf for all of two months.

A short cough from behind him shook him out of his thoughts, Eli span round on the spot, ready to unleash with the fangs and the fur. The source of the cough was obscured by shadows off of the wall so Eli had no idea what he was up against.

"Really Dee? You coughed to get his attention! He has been running for miles, nerves probably shredded and he has no idea who it is that's chasing him, and you think surprising him like that is going to help? He could've attacked you!"

"That's what you're here for bossman, well that and the fact that you are in fact the boss"

"I'm not anyone's boss Dee"

"Whatever you say…Boss"

Eli was freaked out, but he had to put on a brave front, show he wasn't afraid of these guys.

"Who are you? And get out of the shadows so I can see you!"

"Ok Eli, we're going to do what you want but I need you to stay calm ok? We just wanna talk'

"Yeh don't wig out on us man"

"Dee! Stop!"

"Sorry boss"

"I'm not the boss"

Two figures emerged from the dark, one a tall but skinny guy, with light brown hair, a face that could have been anywhere between 17 or 22, and the other a dark skinned adolescent with dark hair as well, a slightly uneven jawline and broad shoulders.

Eli had no idea what to think, but they knew his name, that couldn't be a good sign.

"H-How do you know my name? What do you want?"

It was Wonky Jaw who spoke first,

"We just wanna help you Eli, we know you've been chased and we can help. Its what we do. My name is Scott, and this is Dee". The other guy, Dee, gave Eli a salute.

Well it seems that Wonky Jaw wasn't gonna stick, Eli thought to himself, but he couldn't let himself be drawn into a trap. Drawing himself to his full height and puffing his shoulders out, though he couldn't hope to compete with Scott in terms of bulkiness, he looked him in the eyes as if to issue a challenge.

"He called you the boss, well what are you the boss of? The guys who are chasing me?"

Scott just rolled in eyes and then turned to Dee,

"See what happens when you call me the boss? You make me sound like the bad guy, stop it", Scott turned back to face Eli,

"Look, I'm not the boss, of anything ok? I just wanna help you, I know what you're going through and we can help you. Trust me"

Eli wanted some help, he needed it, but why would these guys go out of their way to help him?

"Why should I trust anything you say?"

"Because," Scott said, his eyes turning a brilliant crimson, "I'm just like you".