Scott was annoyed. No, annoyed was to mild a word. Angry? Pissed off? Yeah, Scott was pissed off at Derek. And Stiles. Their constant bickering had caught the attention of a witch. A real, honest to God, magic using witch. She wasn't an ugly old hag with a wart on her nose- she was a beautiful young woman with flowing black hair and electric blue eyes. She said she was a white witch, and that her intentions were for good. She said certain people needing saving. People who were already dead but shouldn't be. Scott was confused. How do you save someone who was already dead. He had blurted this out, and for once, Derek hadn't looked at him as if he had asked the most stupid question ever. The witch had laughed.

"Why, you go back in time," she had said. "I've been searching for years for a true Alpha to show up. And you are magnificent. A truely good person. You will recover your powers, don't worry. So back you go, young Scott."

"Wait, what? What do you mean recover my powers?"

But the witch had only smiled and clapped her hands.

Now Scott found himself been sucked through a blurred tunnel, feeling his body grow smaller and smaller. Judging by the feeling in certain parts of his body, puberty had been undone. Finally, the blurred tunnel began to solidify into the shapes associated with a child's bedroom, and Scott found himself lying in bed.

Scott scrambled out of bed and was hit by a wave of nausea. When he recovered, he realised two things. One, his senses weren't as good as before the witch did whatever she had done. The second thing Scott realised was that his was shorter.

"This can't be good," he mumbled as he fumbled his way to the light switch in the dark. When he found it, he flicked it on and strode over to the full length mirror, but stopped dead when he saw his reflection. Out of the mirror, a nervous looking nine year old looked back at Scott.

"When I get hold of those two, I'll rip their throats out with my teeth," Scott grumbled.