Some people had questions revolving around Santos and his being a siphoner.

A siphoner, an anti-witch, can absorb another witch's magic through physical contact. Other witches consider them abominations. Though they don't retain the powers they steal from a witch, even if drained completely.

I got the idea after watching the Vampire Diaries.

No, Sam doesn't have the ability to siphon magic. It's an ability that's solely for siphoners only, the ability isn't hereditary and neither is becoming a siphoner. It happens by chance.

NEW NOTE! AS OF MAY 2017! I STARTED A NEW FANFICTION, AN ALTERNATE ONE TO THIS, IT'S CALLED In The Night GO CHECK IT OUT!

(Chapter 22)

Bi-colored eyes fluttered open, vision blurry and disoriented.

Sam blinked multiple times to clear his sight but it proved ineffective.

His shoulder was still burning from where Chris shot him, without the adrenaline in his body it hurt. A lot. His neck ached and his mid section stinging, where Allison stabbed him multiple times. He could also feel something wet trailing down his arm.

He looked up and saw that his arms were pinned by the wrist to the ceiling above. His mouth was taped meaning that he had to verbal access to his magic.

Turning his head, he blinked rapidly, again. Boyd hung unconscious while Erica was staring back at the witch with watery eyes.

They were captured and vulnerable.

This was not good.

The door opened gaining both Erica's and Sam's attention. They watched as Alexis Rogue walk down the stairs with two men walking behind her. Sam recognized them both from when Gerard had them sneak into the Wasser family's house.

The men stopped at the stairs while Alexis walked forward, unmarked by their fight. It thoroughly pissed Sam off. He was injured and probably had a mild concussion while she was unharmed.

Alexis smirked and tilted her head as she eyed the three, mostly the werewolf who seemed to be coming too. "Well, well, well, I can't say that you didn't deserve this." She said pacing in front of them patronizingly and slowly.

None were able to responds thanks to their mouth being covered by tape.

"Mellal, Gerard offered you an olive branch and you didn't take it, this all could have been avoided had you did." She tsked shaking her head and stopped in front of him. She eyed him before grabbing the hem of his shirt and lifting it.

His stomach was peppered with marks from the blade Allison used against him.

"She sure did a number on you." She muttered. "Bet you didn't think Allison was capable of doing this to you, huh?"

Tears gathered in Sam's eyes but he refused to let them fall and instead glared down at her.

"It hurts doesn't it?" Alexis whispered dropping his shirt and lifting her hand to his more lethal wound. His left shoulder, where Chris shot him. "That a friend is the reason your in this position? A friend stabbed you in the back, literally." She teased mercilessly.

Beside them, Erica narrowed her eyes at the older witch. She badly wanted to rip her teeth through the bitch's neck.

A glow emitted within Alexis's teal eyes as a teal aura surrounded her hand. A mystical mist emanated from her hand and entered Sam's shoulder. The bullet hit bone but she could remove it.

Sam gave a muffled scream as the bullet flew from his shoulder and the wound began to heal under the Rogue witch's magic. "Just know, the only reason I'm doing this is because you look completely pathetic." Sam only glared at her. "Trying to inflict that mental pain ability? Don't bother, your magic was absorbed with each stab Allison delivered, it'll take a while before you get some of it back." She didn't notice but as Sam peered down at her through thinly closed lids, his eyes were glowing.

With that, Alexis turned around and walked away but stopped in front of the machine and looked down at the switch, she turned it up.

All three captive gave muffled whimpers as the electricity running through their bodies turned up.

(DSM)

Behind the ambulance truck, Melissa shut the doors, hiding away the black body bag that contained Jackson's corpse.

The driver turned to Melissa and nodded. "Thanks for you help." She thanked with a smile. "But we can take it from here."

"You know," Melissa said as flashes of Lydia's tear stained face flashed through her mind, "I'm going to have to give a statement to the police, why don't I ride with you?" It was in the phrase of a question but it seemed more like strong suggestion.

The woman frowned and shook her head. "I think that would be a little-"

"Perfect." Melissa interrupted before she could say no and then headed towards the passenger's seat of the truck.

The driver huffed. "Right." She mumbled before walking towards the driver's seat.

(DSM)

A door opened and a man holding Stiles by his arm in a tight grip pushed him down the stairs.

Stiles landed on his front when he hit the ground and the man slammed the door shut.

Slowly, only a little injured, Stiles crawled to his feet. "I finally get into the game, I win the game, people love me and this is what happens? Is this karma? Did I kick puppies and steal candy from babies in a past life?" he mumbled to himself as he stood up.

He dusted himself clean but paused when he heard a whimper then the sound of leather rubbing against leather. He tensed and back away near the wall. He felt around the wall for a light switch until he found it.

The lights flickered on and his eyes widened when they landed on Boyd, Erica and Sam as they looked back at him, slightly relieved.

(DSM)

"I got to meet with the medical examiner to figure out what happened to Jackson." Sheriff Stilinski told Scott. Behind Scott stood Isaac with a phone to his ear and he tried to call Sam, for the third time. "I got an APB out on Stiles but his Jeep is still in the parking lot so that means…" he trailed off and dropped his gaze for a moment. "Hell, I don't know what that means."

Scott looked at his best friend's father sadly.

"If he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if one of you see him, uh…"

"We'll tell him to call you." Scott finished. "But he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something? Or maybe he's with Sam but we'll find him."

The Sheriff glanced over at Isaac, who still had his phone up to his ear. "Have you gotten in touch with Sam yet?" he asked

Isaac closed his phone and turned back to them. "I tried to calling Sam for the fourth time now and he still hasn't answered." He responded.

"Did you try his dad?" Scott asked.

"His dad is out driving around looking for him right now, he said he would try the house then the brewery and then the grave yard."

"The grave yard?" Scott repeated confused.

"Sam told me he liked to go there and sit at his grandmother's grave to think." Isaac answered.

"Oh, oh, right." Scott mumbled. He hadn't known the witch did that.

"Well, if you get in touch with either of them call me." The Sheriff said before walking away.

Isaac turned to Scott but before he could speak their couch was there. "McCall." He said. "We need you on the team, okay?" he asked. "You know I can't put you in the field next season if you don't get your grades up."

"Yeah, I know, coach." Scott muttered.

The coach trailed off and it was obvious to Scott that Jackson dying had shook something in him. "I-I know I yell a lot but it's-it's not like I hate you guys or anything, well I kind of hate Greenburg but…" he trailed off chuckling. "That's different, it's Greenburg."

Scott gave a small smile.

"I'm just saying we, I need you on the team." Scott nodded. "Get your grades back up."

"I will."

"I know." Finstock said before walking away.

Isaac, who had stepped aside and leaned against the lockers, pushed himself away from them and moved next to Scott. "Is that everyone?" the brunette questioned.

"I think so." Isaac answered as he listened to make sure that everyone was gone. Scott nodded and turned around opening up a locker. Isaac looked down and saw that the locker was bent and torn from the locker. "You're going to find him by scent?" Isaac questioned.

"Yeah." Scott answered grabbing a shirt. "Yeah, we both are."

"Maybe we should go looking for Sam first." Isaac suggested and crossed his arms over his chest. "It would be easier to find Stiles if we had him."

"Except Sam isn't answering his phone, we don't have time to look for him while Stiles could be in trouble."

"And Sam answering his phone is something he does normally." Isaac said sarcastically.

"It is."

"Maybe to you." Isaac shrugged his shoulders. The remark earned a sharp look from Scott. "But every time I called him, he's answered his phone and I'm not sure he isn't in trouble, and like you said earlier; he's out there looking for Boyd and Erica because the Argents are after them, you know? Your girlfriend's family."

"Allison wouldn't hurt him." Scott defended.

"Whatever."

Scott rolled his eyes and shoved Stiles shoe into Isaac's hand.

"How come you get his shirt and I get his shoes?" Isaac whined but Scott attention wasn't on Isaac anymore but on Derek, who stood with his arms behind him. Scott tapped the blonde causing him to look up and see his former alpha.

"We need to talk." Derek stated. Both teens watched as Peter walked from behind the lockers and moved behind Derek.

"All of us." Peter added.

"Holy shit!"

(DSM)

"Shh!" Stiles shushed as he looked at Erica before turning to Sam. He noticed the blood coating the witch's jacket and shirt. "Oh, Sam." He moved toward him but Sam shook his head causing Stiles to stop. The witch jerked his head in Erica's direction.

He wanted Erica and Boyd down first?

"All right, buddy." He muttered reaching up to Erica's restraints. Erica and Sam shook their heads but it was too late, the wires electrocuted him causing him to snap his hands back and his. "Damn it!" he exclaimed.

"They were trying to warn you." They all heard and turned towards the stairs. "They're electrified." Gerard stated

"What are you doing with them?" Stiles demanded.

"At the moment…just keeping them comfortable." Gerard shrugged as he stopped at the bottom of the stairs and leaned back against the wall. "There's no point in torturing them, they won't give Derek up," Stiles turned to look closely at the three and knew that Gerard had tried to get answers from all three of them, "the instinct to protect their alpha is to strong."

Stiles glanced back at Sam.

"The witch is apart of Derek's pack also, even before he knew it." Gerard stated causing Stiles to turn back to him. "Giselle Hernandez worked close with Tatia Hale and it's only fitting her grandson works with the bitch's son."

"Okay." Stiles gulped. "What are you doing with me?" he asked. "Because Scott will find me here, he knows my scent, it's pungent sort of like a stench." Stiles quipped. "He could find me even if I was buried under the smell in a sewer filled with fecal matter and urine-"

"You have a knack for creating a vivid picture Mr. Stilinski but let me paint one of my own." Gerard said walking forward. "Scott McCall finds one best friend shot and tied up, and then another bloodied and beaten into a pulp, how does that sound?"

Sam's eyes widened and began to yell angrily from behind the tape. Fear overtook his body and he wanted so badly to lash out with his powers, hands, anything but he couldn't. Stiles was in trouble! He tugged harshly at his restraints but they only cut deeper into his skin.

"It sounds like the story has too many plot holes, sort of like how your skin will be in about a year."

Gerard's jaw clenched.

"Look you're what? Ninety? I could probably kick your ass-" He was interrupted by a swift yet harsh back handed strike from Gerard.

Boyd, Erica and Sam winced, turning their heads as Stiles sailed to the floor. Sam struggled restlessly against his restraints, as a tear broke free from his hazel eye.

Gerard grabbed Stiles by the front of his jersey. "Okay, okay." Stiles tried to placate but Gerard wasn't listening. He punched Stiles in the face once, the three captives winced, and then again. He continued to beat Stiles.

Erica and Boyd couldn't watch but Sam couldn't take his eyes off of it. It was like a car crash. A person wants to move, speak or look away but they couldn't, the shock hasn't worn off. So, he had to watch as his best friend was beaten like a Swiss army drum.

(DSM)

"What the hell is this?" Scott demanded taking a step forward as he stared at Peter in awe.

"You know I thought the same thing when I saw you talking with Gerard at the Sheriff's station." Derek sneered.

"Okay hold on, he threatened to kill my mom and I had to get close to him, what was I supposed to do?" Scott asked.

"Good point Scott." Peter defended. "Have you seen his mother? She's gorgeous."

"Shut up!" Derek and Scott both snapped at him.

"Who is he?" Isaac demanded.

"He's Peter, Derek's uncle, a little while back he tried to kill us all and we set him on fire, and then Derek slashed his throat." Scott recounted.

Derek rolled his eyes and Peter raised a hand. "Hi." He greeted the blonde.

Isaac gave a sarcastic smile before frowning. "Good to know." Isaac muttered.

"How is he alive?" Scott asked.

"Look, the short version is, he knows how to stop Jackson." Derek said. "Maybe how to save him."

"Well that's very helpful except Jackson is dead." Isaac said bluntly.

Peter frowned and Derek gave a confused look. "What?" the alpha asked.

"Jackson is dead, it just happened on the field."

Derek looked back at Peter, who dropped his gaze. Isaac raised a brow. "Okay, why is no one taking this as good news?" he asked.

"Because if Jackson is dead," Peter began with a sigh, "it didn't just happen, Gerard wanted it to happen."

"But why?" Derek asked turning to face Peter fully.

"Well that's exactly what we need to figure out." Peter walked up and stopped next to Derek. "And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing, quickly."

(DSM)

Chris Argent walked into his daughter's room and lifted his hand to knock only to pause when he saw his father and daughter talking. They both went quiet when they saw him and he dropped his fist, hiding his suspicion.

"I saw the lights flicker." Chris stated.

"Probably one of our guests getting comfortable down stairs." Gerard shrugged before turning to his granddaughter. "Get some sleep if you can, I have a feeling that the next twenty four hours are going to be eventful." He said as he headed towards the door.

Chris lifted his hand, blocking Gerard's path, and looked him in the eyes, threateningly. "You going to tell me what happened at the game?" he asked.

Gerard smiled. "Didn't you hear? We won."

"I meant Jackson."

"So did I." Gerard pushed his son's arm down and walked out of the room.

Chris turned to his daughter and walked inside, eyeing her.

Allison returned his look from over her shoulder as she took off her gloves. "Need something?" she asked.

"I want you to step aside and let us handle this."

Allison smiled. "You're kidding, right?" she asked.

"One of your friends is dead and another is downstairs tied up."

"Because of Derek." Allison stated. "Derek is the reason Sam has gone haywire." She tilted her head. "And how do you think Jackson became the Kanima in the first place?" she asked. "He corrupted Sam, he took Kate, mom and Jackson."

"What about Scott? What if he dies too?"

Allison didn't answer for a moment as she thought about her times with her werewolf ex-boyfriend. "Since when did you care about Scott?" she demanded quietly.

Chris shook his head slowly.

(DSM)

Santos parked in front his late-mother's house and climbed out of the car.

As he walked into the house, closing the door behind him, he couldn't help but see the multiple pictures that hung on the walls in the halls. There were even more as he walked into the living room.

All of them were of his son and his mother, Giselle. There were a lot more of the boys Santos had seen at the game and in the school, even more of the Martin girl.

In each picture, Sam had a grin or smile that Santos usually saw when he looked into a reflection.

Shaking his head slowly, Santos walked over to the china cabinets and opened a drawer but didn't find what he was looking for. After opening the next he did; a map of Beacon Hills.

Santos walked over to the table in the middle of the living room. He spread the map across the table before reaching inside his pocket and pulling out a small pocket knife.

It's been a while since he practiced magic as he only had it when he steals it from another witch but it tends to wear off after he uses the amount he stole.

But he had the small amount he stole from Sam as a demonstration and he would use that to find his son.

Placing his finger over the map, he pressed the pocketknife into the skin and closed his eyes.

Blood pooled before falling onto the map. Santos focused. "Phasmatos Tribum Nas Ex Veras, Sequita Saguines, Ementas Asten Mihan Ega Petous." The spell was a locator spell that required the blood of a close biological relative.

If he fond his son, he'd probably find the Sheriff's son too.

As the blood began to move Santos opened his eyes and watched it.

(DSM)

At the Hospital, in the Morgue, Melissa opened up the curtains that hid Jackson's body bag behind them. She walked forward, sending a nervous glance over her shoulder, and stopped over the body. Looking down by chance, she noticed a transparent liquid seeping from the bag and to the floor, pooling at the bed's foot.

She kneeled down and swiped a little of the liquid with a pen before lifting it to her face and then standing to look at the body bag.

She nodded slowly. "Am I really going to do this?" she muttered to herself but then nodded again. "Yeah, I'm really going to do this." She said trying to calm herself down.

Slowly, she reached forward and unzipped the body bag before opening it.

(DSM)

At the Stilinski household, Sheriff Stilinski stood in the center of his son's room on the phone. "Yeah, I'm not finding any clues here either." He stated sadly. "Listen, if he shows up at the hospital," he gave a big sigh, "just give me a call." He whispered before hanging up. "Damn it, Stiles, where are you?" he asked.

At the door, Stiles stood there with a beaten face. "Right here." He said lowly.

The Sheriff lifted his head and stared at his son, taking in the injuries peppered across his face.

As his dad walked forward, Stiles sighed. "Dad, it's okay." He assured but it was too late, The Sheriff grabbed his chin and forced his head to turn, displaying the injuries on the left side of his face to the light. "It's okay, it was just a couple of boys from the team, they were really pissed about the game and I was mouthing off, as usual."

"Who was it?" The Sheriff demanded with heat.

"Dad I don't know, I didn't even see them really."

"I want descriptions."

"Dad." Stiles sighed, he loved that his dad cared so much but Stiles wished he would let this go. "Its-its not even that bad."

"I'm going to call the school." The Sheriff said, his face turning red with anger. "I'm calling them and then I'm going to go down there, and then I'm going to pistol whip these little bastards."

"Dad!" Stiles snapped. "I-I said it was ok." He calmed down.

The two stared at one another for a moment until the Sheriff pulled him into a fierce hug. Stiles returned it just as tightly.

(DSM)

In the basement, the lights were still turned off leaving the three in the darkness when the lights flickered on.

They all looked up, apprehensive to who would be coming down the stairs.

Erica and Boyd tensed when they saw the unfamiliar man but Sam let out a relieved sigh when he saw his father. Tears of relief trailed down his face.

Santos stopped at the stairs and stared at his hanging son. "Sam." He muttered rushing over to his son and immediately reached for the wires keeping his wrists above his head but Sam's muffle yell stopped him. Looking down, he watched as his son shot pointed glances behind him.

Santos looked over his shoulder and saw a machine. Turning back slowly, he eyed the two other teens and then looked up at the wires. "Electricity?" he asked them all and got nods in return. "Got it." He muttered turning to the machine.

He walked over to the machine and turned the dial to zero, immediately stopping the running electricity from weakening the two werewolves.

The first, he tore the tape from Sam's mouth and then cut him down using his pocketknife. He wrapped his arms around the witch's shoulder, who wrapped his own around his waist. "I'm glad your okay." Santos whispered.

"Thank you for saving me." Sam muttered before pushing him away and turning to the two werewolves. "Give me your phone and cut them down." He ordered.

Santos nodded and got to work, quickly, while Sam tapped away at the phone.

(DSM)

Derek, Isaac, Peter and Scott walked into the Hale house. Scott had his phone in his hand. "They found Stiles, thank god." He declared.

Isaac felt his phone beep and pulled it out. "Sam texted me from Santos's phone; he, Erica and Boyd are alright."

Derek paused. "What?" he asked confused. "They're with him."

"Yeah, if his text is anything to go by." Isaac shrugged shooting Sam a quick text back. "I'm telling him where we are."

The alpha nodded before turning to his uncle, who was tampering with the stairs. "I told you that I looked everywhere." He said.

"You didn't look here." Peter stated as he pulled off a loose step and reached inside of it, everyone watching him curiously as he pulled out an old laptop and blew the dust off of it.

Derek raised a brow. "What is that a book?" he asked.

Peter shot him an incredulous look. "No, it's a laptop, what century do you live in?" he asked. Derek rolled his eyes. "A few days after I got out of the coma, I transferred everything we had, fortunately," he said closing the laptop, "the Argents aren't the only one with records." He got up from the stairs and walked away.

Derek followed after him but Isaac hesitated as Scott walked a little off and answered his phone. "Hey, mom, I can't talk right now."

At the Hospital, Melissa stood off near the entrance of the room. "Oh yeah, well I'm so freaked out that I can barely talk either." She countered.

"What's wrong?"

"Something, definitely something but I don't know what but I think you're going to want to see this." Melissa stated as she slowly walked towards Jackson's body, where he still laid on the bedpan with his body covered in some bluish transparent goo.

(DSM)

In Stiles's room, the boy laid in his bed staring aimlessly off at the wall across from him. His dad told him that Sam's father texted him that he found Sam and Stiles was happy to hear but his mind was elsewhere.

He had gotten beat up by an old man, he had to leave his best friend tied up in a basement, he had to lie to his father who was worried sick about him, and he felt overall useless. And all of this happened after the greatest game he probably will ever play.

There was a knock at his door. He sighed. "Dad I said I'm fine." He called not looking to see who it was.

There was another knock.

Stiles rolled his eyes before climbing out of bed and storming over to his door. He swung it open, expecting to see his dad but to his surprise he saw Lydia standing there. "Hi." She greeted looking up at his stunned, beaten, face.

"Hey."

"You're father let me in." she stated.

Stiles shot a look down the hall before turning back to her. "He did?" Lydia gave him a peculiar look. "No, of course he did."

"What happened to your face?" she asked.

"Oh, uh, yeah no it's nothing." He said brushing it off. "Don't worry about it, uh, I'm fine."

Lydia nodded dropping her gaze, obviously second guessing her decision to come to the Stilinski household.

"Do you want to come in?" Stiles asked quickly before she could change her mind and walk away.

Lydia walked into her room and tears began to pool in her eyes. She didn't know why she was ready to burst into tears now. Her ex-boyfriend was dead. Sam and Allison were MIA and wouldn't answer their phones. And Stiles…he seemed like the safe choice to come talk to.

"How are you doing?" Stiles asked softly.

"They won't let me see him." She admitted tears began to pour from her eyes. "I'm supposed to give him something," she sobbed, "he kept asking for it back." She slowly lifted her hands, which held Jackson's key in it.

(DSM)

Erica sat on the couch inside of Sam's house looking down at her hands as she waited for Santos and Ms. Morrell to finish bandaging up Boyd, who's healing still wasn't working, but she expected that. After the attack Allison rained down on him, arrow after arrow.

She tried to blink away the tears but it was a futile attempt.

Sam, who walked in wearing bandages instead of clothing on his upper body, paused when he saw Erica wiping away tears. He gulped before stepping down and walking over to the couch. Sitting next to her.

Neither of them said anything as they sat in a comfortable. Both could hear mutters coming from both Santos and Morrell. Sam had called her as they drove here for help.

"It wasn't suppose to happen this way." Erica said earning Sam's attention. She looked into his bi-colored eyes. "Being kidnapped, being tortured, running, none of this was supposed to happen, Derek promised that we would be strong."

Sam didn't respond.

"But here we are." Erica threw her right hand out. "Running from hunters and our so called alpha no where to be seen or heard of."

"You ran Erica." Sam whispered, he didn't want to defend Derek to her but he needed to make her understand. "How could he have known any of this would happen? He's not a psychic, he's a twenty-one year old man trying to make sense of it all, and on his own."

Erica rounded on him. "Then what about you? You're psychic!" she snapped.

He didn't get angry with her. "No, I'm not, I just happen to get psychic hits every now and then, and I haven't had one of those in a while."

The she-wolf threw herself back into the couch and closed her eyes.

(DSM)

"What happening to him?" Scott asked as he stared down at Jackson's cocooned body. Isaac was leaning over Jackson, eyeing it while Melissa stood next to Scott.

"I thought that you were going to tell me." Melissa said.

"It doesn't look good." Isaac offered up. On the bedpan, Jackson's body moved causing them all to jump back with a startled gasp. "Whoa!" Isaac muttered.

Melissa covered her mouth and stared at the body shocked. Dead people didn't move.

"Mom, could you zip it up, please?" Scott asked.

Melissa shot him a look before sighing and walking forward. "Okay." She said grabbing the zipper and began to zip up the body but it got caught at his chin.

Jackson's mouth flew open and let out a hiss. "Mom, zip." Scott ordered staring at Jackson.

"Okay." She muttered tugging on the zipper.

Jackson let out another hiss. "Zip, zip, mom, zip."

"Okay!" she exclaimed and closed the bag completely.

(DSM)

"Hey, sorry, I didn't have any tissue, so um…" Stiles trailed off sitting next to Lydia with a roll of toilet paper.

She shot him a slightly amused look. "That's fine." She said taking the roll and ripping some off before putting it on her eyes, where her make-up was running from tears. "God, I'm such a mess." She huffed when a phone beeped and picked it up, holding it out for Stiles. "You have fifteen missed messages from Scott."

"I know." Stiles said.

"Are you ignoring him?" she asked a little perplexed. As far as she knew, those two got along and rarely ever did anyone ever see them without the other. But then again, they used to say that about her and Sam.

"No." Stiles answered before shrugging. "No, not really."

Lydia nodded before standing up and walking over to his dresser. She looked down at it before grabbing a bracelet, obviously meant for a female, and turned to him. "Why do you have women's jewelry?" she asked teasingly.

"Oh!" Stiles jumped up from his bed. "Oh, nothing, that's just, uh, some stuff I bought." He said. Lydia put it down. "You know, for your birthday."

Lydia raised a brow. "For me?" she asked. She vaguely remembered gifts from her birthday. Allison got her a new sweater she had been looking at. Sam gave her an antique necklace with an emerald. Her mother bought her more clothes. She did remember his gift, it was big and unopened, still in the living room with the rest of the unopened gifts.

"Yeah, I didn't know what to buy you that day, so I got like a bunch of stuff." Lydia's jaw dropped slightly before turning back to the bracelet. "A lot of stuff, cuz, you know I was going to return the things I didn't give you."

Lydia turned back to him and opened her mouth to speak but nothing came out. She let out a nervous chuckle and leaned against the dresser but then something else caught her eye. Lydia gave him a deadpan look. "A flat screen TV?"

"Yeah, that one I'm definitely returning." He stated with a nervous chuckle.

Lydia rolled her eyes and giggled until the phone in her hand beeped again. She looked at the message and her smile dropped. She walked over to Stiles and showed him the phone. "You're going to want to read this one." Stiles looked down at it.

(DSM)

"You know, I know how you feel." Erica opened her left eye to look up at the witch but he was looking down at a picture in his hands. She leaned up slightly; it was a picture of him with green contacts and his grandmother. He looked to be nine and was sitting beside her on bench.

Erica knew that bench; it was the one at the park.

"When my grandmother told me I was a witch, well I used to refer to myself as a warlock." He chuckled. "Titles seem so unimportant now, but anyways, when she told me that, I thought things would change drastically for me, I thought amazing things would happen, that I would learn how to do amazing things and that I'd be powerful but boy was I wrong."

"What happened?" Erica asked.

"She died." Sam answered running his thumb over his grandmother's face. "You know, sometimes I walk down these stairs and expect her to be sitting here reading one of her books, sometimes I dream about it, but that's all it'll ever be…a dream." Sam inhaled through his nose.

Erica ran fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry, I only met her once but she was a kind woman."

"She was." He agreed. "But that isn't the point, the point is that I didn't think I'd be able to go on without her, she's been my rock, a constant fixture in my life and she was gone, and I wanted to give up but…"

"But what?"

Sam gave a small smile. "I have friends who wouldn't let me." His mind immediately went to Lydia, Scott, Stiles, Allison and Derek. "They need me and I needed them."

"Hey." They both turned and looked up to see Ms. Morrell standing there. "He's starting to heal now if you want to see him." With that she walked back into the back.

Erica stood up but paused when Sam's phone beeped and he looked down at the message with a look of shock. "Hey, you coming?" she asked.

"Uh…" Sam muttered as he read the message. "Actually, I think we should be going to the hospital."

Erica raised a brow. "Why?" she asked.

"Because, apparently, Jackson is dead and moving."

The she-wolf's eyes widened.

(DSM)

"They said he's in some kind of transparent case made from the venom coming out of his claws." Derek stated with his phone to his ear as he stood over Peter, who was on his laptop.

Peter didn't look away from the laptop. "That sounds efficiently terrifying."

"They also said he's starting to move." Derek added.

"Okay, look, I think I found something." Peter said. "It looks like what we've seen from Jackson is just the Kanima beta shape."

Derek raised a brow. "Meaning what? That he can turn into something bigger?" he asked incredulously. If Jackson was strong as a beta, how strong would he be as a alpha?

Peter sat back in his seat with a look of shock. "Bigger and badder."

"He can turn into that?" Derek demanded. "That…has wings."

"I can see that."

(DSM)

"Scott, bring him to us." Derek ordered from the other line as Scott, Isaac and Melissa stood on the side, watching as Jackson moved under his body bag.

"I'm not sure if we have time for that." Scott stated.

(DSM)

Peter tilted his head. "Oh, look, someone actually made an animation of it." He said nonchalantly. "Maybe it's less frightening if we…" he trailed off as he clicked on the animation.

Derek leaned over and watched as the animation played but snapped back up standing straight. Peter slammed the laptop close. "Nope, so, uh, we should probably meet them half way."

The alpha placed the phone back to his ear. "Scott, get him out of there now." Derek ordered and then walked around the table. "Go now."

Peter quickly followed after his nephew.

(DSM)

Scott and Isaac carried Jackson in the body bag through the back, pausing as they saw people leaving the hospital. He turned to Isaac. "Okay, go, go, go, go, go!" he whispered.

They ran with him through the parking lot but Scott dropped him. He and Isaac traded shocked looks. "Good job, Scott." They heard from behind them. They looked behind Scott, there was Erica and Sam walking up to them, the latter now fully dressed.

Isaac blinked. "You're still here." He said, obviously talking to Erica.

The she-wolf shrugged her shoulders. "I'm a glutton for punishment."

Before anyone could say anything else, a light was shined on the three wolves and a witch. They all looked up as a black vehicle turned into the parking lot and stopped before them.

Sam and Erica tensed, recognizing the vehicle that carried them from the forest, while Isaac and Scott eyed it cautiously.

Chris Argent climbed out of the car and walked up to them.

(DSM)

"Derek, wait." Peter said. "We need Lydia."

Derek turned around. "There's no time for-" Derek stopped when Peter held a finger up.

"That's the problem." Peter stated. "We're rushing, we're moving too fast and everyone knows that a moving target is harder to hit but here we are racing right into Gerard's cross-hairs."

Derek shook his head stubbornly. "If I get the chance to kill Jackson, I'm taking it." And with that he continued walking forward.

(DSM)

Chris stared at the four teens standing in front of him, who returned his look.

Sam slowly lifted his hand, ready to fry the man's braincells at a moments notice.

Scott glanced around for any of his hunters but saw none. "You're alone." He stated.

"More than you know." Was Chris's cryptic reply.

"Well, what do you want?" Erica demanded harshly.

Chris inhaled deeply. "We don't have much in common, Scott." He admitted. "But at the moment we have a common enemy."

Scott gave him a confused look. "That's why I'm trying to get him out of here." He said gesturing towards Jackson.

"I didn't mean Jackson." Chris retorted.

(DSM)

Stiles stared down at the message before looking up at Lydia. "How much do you know about this stuff?" he asked before tossing his phone on his bed.

Lydia looked down for a moment. "Pieces…much half of its like a dream." It was like for the past month she's been in some kind of haze.

"Yeah, well the other half, is like a freaking nightmare."

Lydia lifted her head and stared at him. "I don't care." She declared. "I can help him."

Jackson. She was talking about Jackson, someone who hurt her more times than he had any business doing and that pissed Stiles off. "See, that's the problem." He said before he could stop himself. "You don't care about getting hurt but you know how I'll feel? I'll be devastated." He answered before she had a chance to. "And if you die, I will literally go out of my freaking mind, ya see, death doesn't happen to you Lydia, it happens to the people around you, okay? It's all the people left standing at your funeral trying to figure out how their going to live the rest of their lives without you in it! And look at my face!" he ordered taking an aggressive step forward causing Lydia to take one back. "Come on, do you actually think this was meant to hurt me?"

Lydia stared at Stiles shocked and startled, but she didn't realize that the last part of his rant hadn't been directed at her.

Stiles eyes widened as he realized he had snapped at his crush. He stepped back. "Um." He whispered. "I'm so sorry." He apologized.

"It's okay." Lydia assured in a whisper but Stiles didn't believe her. She turned around and stormed out of his room with a determined look on her face. "I'll find him myself."

"Hey, Lydia, wait!" Stiles called and mentally cursed himself.

(DSM)

"Gerard has twisted his way into Allison's head, the same way he did with Kate, and I'm losing her." Chris stated.

"And what?" Erica interrupted stepping forward only for Sam to pull her back by the arm, she shrugged his hand off. "You think that excuses what she did? What you did?" she asked with a humorless chuckle. "You two hunted us down, you corned us, attacked us and then locked us up in your basement."

Chris stared down into amber eyes that glared up at him hatefully. "We're hunters."

Erica turned to Scott. "He shot Sam with a gun and Allison stabbed him, more than eight times with a knife." She stated.

The werewolf glanced over at the witch, who sighed and ran fingers through his hair.

"This isn't about that." Chris interrupted. "I'm losing Allison and I know you are too." He stated, staring Scott in his eyes.

Scott nodded his head slowly. "You're right." He said

Erica scoffed.

"So, can you trust me to fix this?" Scott asked. Chris seemed hesitant but in the end, nodded. "Then can you let us go?" he asked.

"No, my cars faster."

Isaac and Scott immediately picked up Jackson's body and moved it towards Chris's car.

Erica turned to Sam, who stared at Scott's back with a blank look. "Are you seriously thinking about getting in that car to help him?" she whispered

The witched sighed before turning to Erica. "I'm not thinking about it."

"I'm not getting in there."

"Erica, we're not doing this for Scott, Chris or Allison, we're doing this to put a stop to it all and it has to end with Jackson." He stated. "You don't have to come but I'm not going to sit back and wait for the end result, I want to be there when it happens."

"You're still healing."

"I heal faster than average." Sam shrugged and headed towards the car, climbing into the back

Erica threw her hands up and followed after him.

Chris sped off once they did.

(DSM)

Stiles sat at his desk staring at the messages Scott sent him.

The Sheriff walked into his son's room but stopped, leaning against the threshold.

Stiles dropped his phone and peered up at the man. "She left, huh?" The Sheriff asked.

"Yeah." Stiles nodded his head.

"So is there…uh…anything there?"

"No." It hurt to say it but it was the truth. "No, she's in love with someone else."

The Sheriff nodded in understanding. "Ah." He walked fully into the room and sat next to his son. "Listen, I know getting beaten up and what happened to Jackson has got you pretty shaken but be happy about one thing."

Stiles raised a brow.

"The game." His dad smiled. "You were amazing."

Stiles chuckled. "Thanks dad."

"No, I mean it…okay, it was pretty much over and then you got the ball." Stiles recounted the game as his father told it. "And you started running, you scored and then you scored again, and again." Stiles smiled. "You weren't just MVP of the game, you were a hero."

Stiles shook his head. "I'm not a hero dad." He refuted.

"You were last night." His father corrected before standing up and slapping him on his back as he walked out.

"I'm not a hero." He repeated in a whisper.

(DSM)

Chris pulled to an abandoned factory where they held the rave. All five inhabitants crawled out of the car with Isaac standing at the door, staring down at the bodybag containing Jackson. "I think he stopped moving." Isaac stated.

"He's a dead body, I would hope he did." Erica muttered.

"Where's Derek?" Chris demanded.

"Oh, he's coming." Sam stated stopping next to Isaac.

As if by concidence, everyone watched as a figure ran on all fours and gave a flip as he reached them.

Off on the side, Peter rolled his eyes. "Someone sure likes making an entrance."

Derek stood up and glared at them with his alpha red eyes. "I'm here for Jackson." Chris stated. "Not you."

"Somehow I don't find that very comforting." He said before glancing behind them and looking at Erica. "You're still here, and you're with him."

"It wasn't my choice." Erica defended throwing Sam a glare, the witch only shrugged.

Derek raised a brow. "Where's Boyd?"

"He's in good hands." Sam stated.

"Fine, get Jackson inside."

Once inside the building they all stood over Jackson's body. Scott looked towards Derek. "Where are they?"

"Who?" Derek asked.

"Peter and Lydia?"

"Peter and who?" Sam interrupted. "Why the hell would that lunatic be near Lydia?" he demanded.

Derek didn't answer and only walked over to Jackson's bodybag. "Okay, hold on a second." Scott ordered as Derek began to unzip the bag. "You said you were trying to save him."

"We're past that."

"What about-"

"Think about it, Scott!" Derek snapped looking up. "Gerard controls him now, he's turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog and he set all of this in motion, so that Jackson could get bigger and even more powerful."

"No." They all turned to Chris. "No, he wouldn't do that."

"Oh and we should trust that psycho doesn't run through your family's genes like blood?" Sam quipped.

Chris shot him an irritated glare. "If Jackson's a dog, he's turning rabid and my father wouldn't let a rabid dog live." He stated not defending Gerard but stating facts.

"Of course not." They heard and turned towards the entrance where Gerard was standing. "Anything that dangerous, that out of control is better off dead."

Derek turned to Jackson and went to severe his head but the body's clawed hand flew up and stabbed Derek in his chest.

"Derek!" Erica yelled.

Everyone took a step back as Jackson stood up with a growl and lifted Derek with little to no effort before throwing him in the back.

"Well, done to the last, Scott." Gerard said. "Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him, you just didn't realize that you were also bringing Derek to me."

Sam shot Scott a look. "What is he talking about?"

Before anyone could answer, an arrow was launched at Scott but the werewolf ducked and it hit Isaac square in his chest. Isaac fell over gasping in pain.

Sam turned to Erica, who was staring off in the direction Allison ran in. "Erica, don't…" he trailed off when Erica's face transformed and took off. "Damn it!" he snapped before running over to Isaac with Scott and helped him from the ground.

They carried Jackson to the back.

Chris aimed his gun at Jackson, who roared at the Argent, but when Chris shot him, Jackson flinched then took off. Chris followed him with his gun aimed and shot two more times but Jackson hid behind his truck. Glass shattered as bullets flew through them.

Chris reloaded his gun as Jackson, now fully transformed as the beta Kanima, hopped on top of the truck and lashed out with his tail. It wrapped around Chris's gun and launched it away.

The Argent turned and ran before stopping and pulling out a black blade. He readied himself as the Kanima ran toward him but he wasn't prepared when it threw him back. He grunted when he hit the ground.

Derek launched himself over the wooden ben, partially transformed and roared at the Kanima

Behind the Kanima, Isaac and Scott, who were also transformed stood there.

The Kanima headed for the alpha first and went for his head but Derek blocked it and punched him in the stomach and then head.

The Kanima reared his claws back and sliced Derek in his chest.

Peter, who cleverly hid himself, winced in sympathy for his nephew but didn't reveal himself. He was still weakened from the ressurection.

Scott moved behind the Kanima and sunk his claws in his back but the Kanima shrugged it off before tossing Scott away. It didn't get any room to breathe before Isaac had his hands wrapped around it's neck and pushed it against the metal railing behind it.

Derek began to climb above them and then hopped down when the Kanima broke Isaac's hold and chucked him away. Derek balled his hands together and slammed it into the Kanima's neck, causing it to stumble forward.

Hidden behind boxes, Sam stood watching it all go down. Erica may have recovered but she was the one who escaped with minor injuries. He had about a quarter of his magic back, his stomach was aching from being stabbed, his wrists were still aching from the wires cutting into them and his neck ached from the chain. He was useless during this and he knew it.

The Kanima turned to Derek as the alpha went to swipe at him. The Kanima caught the alpha's arm and went to throw him but Derek used a cardboard as a floor and flipped himself over the Kanima. Once landing, he aimed a punch for the Kanima only for it to get caught.

The Kanima grabbed Derek by the neck and threw him against a metal crate.

Behind him, Scott kicked him in the back and against the metal crate. He went to repeat the action but the Kanima returned the favor and kicked Scott into the air, sending him flying against metal rods hanging on the wall.

Derek went on the offensive again but winced and stumbled when the Kanima sunk his claws into his stomach. Derek fell to the ground.

Across the way, Isaac lifted his head and saw his alpha in trouble. He went to aid him when Allison appeared in front of him with blades drawn. She stabbed Isaac in the stomach. As she raised them to strike again, as he fell, her wrists were caught.

Allison turned to see Erica standing there. "I guess I can be psychic when the mood strikes me, huh?" the blonde taunted. Allison went to stab Erica but the blonde grabbed her other wrist and then head butted her sending her stumbling back against the wall.

Erica strutted up to her and grabbed her by the neck. She lifted Allison up and slammed her against the wall once, then twice, and then tossed her like a rag doll the third time.

Allison gasped when her head hit the ground harshly and looked up slightly dazed. Erica glanced down at the fallen daggers and picked them up, one in each hand. A growl ripped through the blonde's throat as she strutted up to Allison ready to end her.

Scott, who saw, this walked to intercept them. "Erica, don't!" he called

But it was too late as Erica sunk one dagger into Allison's leg. Before she could sink another into the huntress neck, a hand wrapped around Erica's neck from behind and tossed her aside.

"Hmm, I underestimated the blonde." They heard and Gerard walked from the shadows, stopping over his granddaughter. He ripped the blade from Allison's leg and helped her from the ground.

"What are you doing?" Allison asked as he walked over to Derek.

"He's doing what he came here to do." Scott answered.

"Then you know?" Gerard questioned.

"What's he talking about?" Allison demanded.

Gerard turned to his granddaughter before turning back to Scott. "It was that night outside the hospital wasn't it?" he asked. Chris walked up behind Scott. Sam and Erica jogged over to Isaac's fallen form and kneeled next to him. "When I threatened your mother, I knew I saw something in your eyes…you could smell it couldn't you."

Isaac lifted his head as Erica moved him to sit up. "He's dying." Isaac stated.

Erica looked over at Gerard. "I knew I smelled something foul surrounding that old man, I just assumed it was his horrible personality." She sneered.

"I am and it could be." He said in response to both Isaac and Erica.

"Dying of what?" Sam asked. "And when can it kill you?"

"Sooner than you think." Gerard answered truthfully. "Unfortunately, science doesn't have a cure for cancer yet but the supernatural does." Everyone jumped when the Kanima lifted Allison from the ground with his hand wrapped around her throat.

"You monster." Chris sneered.

Gerard glared at his son with a crazed look. "No, not yet."

"Wait! What are you doing?" Allison called.

"You'll kill her too?" Chris asked, his voice thick with emotions.

"This family has got more issues than Vogue." Erica whispered.

"Shh!" Isaac and Sam shushed causing the blonde to roll her eyes.

"When it comes to survival?" Gerard questioned. "I'd kill my own son." Chris stared at his father hatefully but Gerard turned to Scott. "Scott."

Scott seemed hesitant as he looked down at Derek's fallen form, as he struggled to get up. Slowly, Scott's face transformed back into his human form. Scott glanced at everyone before moving toward Derek.

Sam frowned as he slowly stood. "Scott, what the hell are you doing?" he demanded.

"What I have to, to keep my mom safe." Scott answered standing over Derek and grabbed him by the back of the neck.

Isaac and Erica also stood up but Gerard pointed a gun at them. "Ah, ah, ah!" he said. "You two may be able to heal from a gun shot or three, and the witch has proven he can, but can any of you survive one to the head?"

All three froze before looking toward Scott and Derek. "Scott, don't." Derek said through clenched teeth. "You know he's going to kill me right after and he'll be an alpha."

"That's true." Gerard stated lowering his gun. "But I think he knows that, he knows that the ultimate prize is Allison, do this small task for me and they can be together, you are the only piece that doesn't fit Derek and I'm sure the witch can deal with a little heartbreak, and in case you haven't noticed yet, there's no competing with young love." He taunted.

Sam gulped.

"Scott, don't." Derek ordered.

Scott ignored him looking over at Allison, who was staring back at him.

"I'm sorry but I have to." Scott muttered before pulling Derek's head back, forcing the alpha to display his fangs as Gerard pulled off his coat and pulled up his sleeves. Gerard dropped his arm in between Derek's teeth and Scott let go.

Allison, Erica, Isaac and Sam looked away as Derek's teeth sunk into his skin and Gerard screamed in pain.

Gerard ripped his arm free and Scott dropped Derek to the ground.

Sam immediately ran over to Derek's fallen form and began to pull him away from Scott and Gerard.

Gerard grunted as he took a couple steps away, eying his bite mark like a prized possession. He chuckled victoriously and lifted it for everyone to see.

What Gerard didn't notice was the black blood spilling from the wound until he noticed the surprised look on everyone's faces. "What?" he asked and looked down at his arm. "What is this?" he demanded looking at Scott. "What did you do?"

Scott looked down at Derek and Sam, who were both looking up at him. "I had a plan too." He said.

Gerard shook his head before dropping his jacket and pulling out his pill capsul. "No, no!' he dumped all the pills into his hand. Some dropped to the ground. He realized that Scott had tampered with his pills, Gerard crushed them in his hand. "Mountain ash!" He fell to his knees, blood oozing from his eye sockets, nose and ears He gasped in pain before throwing up the black blood like a gyser and falling to the side, unconscious.

"Why didn't you tell me?" Derek asked.

"Because you might be an alpha, but you're not mine."

Sam shook his head slowly. "So this was to prove a point?" he demanded through clenched teeth. Before Scott could say or do anything, the witch was on his feet with his fist reared back.

Scott flew to the ground when the fist rocked into his jaw.

"Fucker!" The witch spat.

"Sam-" Scott tried to explain.

"Don't!" He didn't want to hear it. His worry and fear of Derek being killed, destroyed any reason in Sam. "Just don't." he dropped next to Derek and reached inside his pocket pulling out the antidote. "You never drank it."

Derek shook his head.

Erica sighed pulling Isaac to lean against her for support.

Scott slowly climbed to his feet as they all heard grunting. They turned to see Gerard. "Kill them!" he ordered. Allison gasped as the Kanima's hand tightened around her neck. "Kill them all!"

Scott's eyes widened.

The Kanima slowly dropped his hand from Allison's neck and she elbowed him in the face, knocking him back.

Then suddenly, Stiles jeep drove through the wall with Stiles and Lydia inside. Together, they ran over the Kanima. Stiles gasped and looked around while Lydia panted. "Did I get him?" Stiles asked.

Scott smiled as the bruise from Sam's punch began to heal. Before he could answer, the Kanima jumped on Stiles's jeep and hissed at him. Lydia screamed and Stiles yelled before they both scurried out of the Jeep.

Lydia stopped as Stiles ran over to where Scott was. "Jackson." She looked down at him. "Jackson!"

"Lydia?" Stiles asked and immediately tried to run to her assistance when he saw the Kanima standing.

"Lydia get the hell away from it!" Sam snapped about to stand up from Derek grabbed him by his wrist, pulling him back down.

The Kanima was ready to strike before it saw the key in Lydia's hand. Memeories of the night he gave it to her flashed before the Kanima's, Jackson's mind, and he slowly began to transform back into his human form. He took it from her hand before staring into her eyes.

Tears streamed down Lydia's face as she saw that Jackson was now fully human. Jackson stepped away and turned to Derek, who was slowly standing from Sam's hold. Behind Jackson, Peter moved. In a flash, Derek and Peter stabbed Jackson with their claws.

Jackson choked on blood and Lydia covered her mouth with her hand.

Erica, Isaac, Allison, Stiles and Scott watched shocked as Jackson began to fall but Lydia caught him. Sam stood up as Erica and Isaac walked over to Derek, he placed his hands on his beta's shoulders.

Jackson stared into Lydia's eyes. "You…you still had…"

Lydia nodded her head. "I did." She assured and wrapped her arms around his neck as he fell into her. The key fell to the ground.

Allison and Scott, watching the scene, held one another's hands, interlacing their fingers.

Sam stared at Lydia as Jackson fell to the ground before walking up to her and kneeling next to her as she cried. She glanced up at him and he offered her a small smile. She turned back to Jackson and continued to cry while Sam rubbed circles into her back.

Allison sighed before turning around and looking aimlessly before her eyes landed on Gerard's fallen coat. "Where's Gerard?" she asked.

"He can't be far." Chris stated.

Scott looked over at them before they all turned back to Lydia as she slowly stood with Sam's assistance. Stiles went to help consol her but paused when they heard something scraping against the ground.

Lydia paused and Sam looked toward Jackson, his eyes widened when he saw the boy's hand moving. Lydia turned also just as Jackson's eyes snapped open, they were glowing blue and he slowly stood up. His Kanima claws turning into werewolf claws.

He showed them his werewolf face and roared. Sam pulled Lydia away, surprised, but she broke free of his hold and threw herself into Jackson's arms.

Stiles watched with a tear trailing down his face.

Everyone traded glances, confused by the new development.

Stiles stepped forward, earning a look from Scott, Stiles wiped away the tear. "He scratched my jeep." He joked weakly before heading toward the Jeep.

(DSM)

"I'm sorry." Allison apologized.

"You don't have to say you're sorry." Scott said.

"Well, you're the only person who thinks so, Sam all but teared me a new one when I apologized to him." She chuckled weakly and wiped under her eye before a tear could fall. She knew she had lost a friend because she let Gerard get into her ear.

"Yeah, well, Sam is pretty much angry at everyone." Scott sighed. "So, you're not alone."

Allison lifted her head. "I did and said a lot of things to you that I shouldn't have." Allison stated. "But there's something I have to do now."

"It's okay."

"No its not."

"It is."

Allison gave a bitter smile as she turned to him. "Scott, I'm trying to break up with you."

"I know." Scott muttered. "And it's okay."

"How is that okay?" Allison demanded.

"Because I can wait." Scott informed her in all seriousness.

Allison stared at him surprised. "I-I can't make you wait for me, I'm not going to do that." She said with a shake of her head.

"You don't have to because I know we're going to be together." Scott said with confidence. He loved her and she loved him.

"There's no such thing as fate." Allison said.

"There's no such thing as werewolves." Scott countered with a smile.

Allison chuckled and dropped her gaze.

Scott raised his hand and cupped her face, slowly wiping away a tear.

They both leaned forward and kissed.

(DSM)

In his bedroom, Sam was packing a suitcase while Erica laid on his bed. "So, how long are you going to be gone?" she asked, Boyd sat in the chair in the corner of his room and Isaac sat at his desk.

"For three months." Sam answered. "My dad is going out there for a little trip to see my aunt Mary Jean, why? I don't know but my aunt doesn't mind."

"And you're going alone?" Boyd asked.

"No." Sam said with a shake of his head and sent a glance toward Isaac. "I asked Stiles and Isaac to come but my new roommate it the only one that took me up on the offer."

"I've never been to Italy." Boyd stated.

Erica chuckled. "Too bad you have to go to summer school to make up all the work you missed." She taunted causing the other beta to roll his eyes.

Isaac leaned back in his seat. "And you're going to New-York with your parents? For how long?" he asked the other blonde wolf.

Erica sighed dramatically. "For the entire summer, my mother thinks that you and Boyd have been a bad influence on me and wants me to get away for the summer." She shot Boyd a sly glance. "Luckily, I got the grades to get away."

"Oh, it's like that?" Boyd smiled, his eyes flashing yellow.

"Hey, if you two are going to have a werewolf pissing contest…I want in." Isaac claimed.

"Don't make me kick all three of your asses out of my house." Sam stated before rolling his eyes. "Excuse me, my ex-house."

Isaac turned to him. "Can't believe you're actually moving us to live over your dad's brewery."

"A change in scenry is never a bad thing." Boyd stated. "Especially after everything we've all been through." He turned to Sam. "I saw you talking to Derek yesterday."

"And?" Sam asked tensing.

"You punched him." Erica chimed in.

"He said something to piss me off." Sam said elusively.

"Like?" Isaac asked.

Sam turned looking at each wolf before giving a bitter smile. "I hate you all." He declared before zipping up his suitcase. "Look, we've come to an understanding that nothing could happen between us."

"Oh." Erica muttered. "And that understanding was sealed with a punch."

"Yup." Sam said shortly. "Now, help me take this to my car, Isaac and I have to go meet my dad in about….now."

(END)

So, he's the end and finale of Sam Mellal.

Yes, I know I didn't show the alpha's mark on the Hale's door. That's because they won't be making an appearance, not yet, but possibly in the sequel, In The Night.

Stiles, poor Stiles, I wish he got the girl in the end…but you never know.

Boyd and Erica didn't run and get captured by the alpha pack...but no one's every really safe.

So and so, things have changed and the storyline has diverted into my own little AU.