A/N: So this is completely AU. Slash, and gore. I do not own teen wolf, and if I did there would have been more shirtless sexy werewolves. This is written to prevent me from insanity with this plot constantly interrupting my every thought and for everyone's enjoyment.

Prologue

Scott's life wasn't supposed to turn out like this. He was supposed to be passing all of his classes and make first line from hard dedication and work. Allison was supposed to be his girlfriend without Scott worrying about her family trying to kill him. He was not supposed to have enhanced senses and strength. He wasn't supposed to be constantly having to protect his loved ones from Peter Hale, and Scott was most definitely not suppose to fall in love with Derek Hale.

2 weeks earlier

Scott turned to watch as Derek approached the Alpha. Derek slowly leaned over him, claws coming out. Scott scrambled up and ran toward them.

"Wait! You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek, if you do this I'm dead. Her father. Her family. What am I supposed to do?"

Derek hesitated as Scott spoke. His eyes closed in concentration. A choked wheezing laugh caught his attention. Derek's eyes snapped open. Both Scott and Derek focused on the once again burned and broken man.

"Go...ahead." Peter wheezed. "But if you kill me... how do you... plan on.. finding Scott's mom?"

A shocked silence came over the group. Scott was dimly aware of Stiles and Allison's sharp intake of breath, but he couldn't focus on them. Scott felt like a lead brick had dropped into his stomach, fear crept up his spine, and Scott also felt like he was having an asthma attack. Just as quickly anger filled him. In the blink of an eye, Scott shifted back into a werewolf. He lunged at Peter, knocking Derek aside. He grabbed Peter by the throat, his claws digging into his skin.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Scott growled.

Scott never cussed, most of the curse words he used were hell or damn. Yet there was no other word to describe Peter Hale. The thought of this monster hurting his mother added an hysterical note to Scott's tone.

"Where is she!"

Peter just smiled, and then he was gasping for air. Scott's grip getting tighter and tighter. Suddenly Scott was being ripped off of Peter and Derek's voice was in his ear.

"Scott! Scott! You need to calm down! We need him to find your mom and I promise you we will find her!"

Derek's voice penetrated through Scott's haze, but it wasn't enough to calm him down. He strained against Derek, wanting to rip Peter apart. Peter just laughed, fueling Scott's rage. He growled and tried to break free but Derek's arms were like a cage. In the back of his mind, Scott was aware that his actions right now might cost him Allison, but he couldn't seem to care.

Derek dragged him back, away from Peter. Scott was able to catch a glance of Stiles and Jackson. Stiles was looking at Scott with an expression of fear and worry. It was his best friend looking at him like he was a monster that seemed to snap Scott back to being human. He let himself relax in Derek's arms, no longer fighting him. Derek hesitated for a moment before releasing him.

Scott just stood there, numb. He couldn't understand how one person could have managed to turn his world completely upside down. Out of the corner of his eye Scott saw Stiles heading toward him. Derek stepped away from him and watch Peter withering on the ground. Stiles reached him and grabbed his arm.

"Oh thank God! You're okay!" Stiles gasped out. "There can't be many place Peter hid your mom. We'll find her. Oh by the way Peter bit Lydia. He said the bite can kill. Do you think it'll kill her? Scott? Hey, Scott? Scott? Scott! Man."

Everyone was not looking at him. Scott was breathing heavily, his mind racing over every thing that had happened. He felt like he was going to pass out. So he did the next best thing. He took off running. Behind him he heard Stiles, Derek, and Allison calling his name. He ignored them and kept running. Nothing mattered to him except getting to his house.