I'M ALIVE OKAY. So In honor of the new year (and the fact that 3B is starting next monday) I've decided to finally finish these last few chapters. I hope you guys haven't been too lost without me. Anyways, HAPPY NEW YEAR ENJOY YOUR GIFT MOTHERFUCKERS.

Penelope wriggled about, the chains wrapped around her body made her extremely uncomfortable. Deaton and Scott had secured her in the storage closet, wrapping her in chains and locking them onto the bars of the shelves on either side of her. She heard Deaton shuffling about on the other side of the door, doing god knows what.

She had been in the closet for what felt to be about two hours when her body started to feel weird. Her skin was tingling, and her fingers and toes began to hurt. Her breathing became labored, beads of sweat rolling down her face, dripping from her chin.

"Are you alright?" Deaton called out to her. She sat there, breathing heavily, her thoughts clouded.

"Penelope?" he opened the door this time, immediately frowning once he saw the state she was in. "I'm going to call your mother." He closed the door again, grabbing her phone off of the table and quickly finding Paola's number.

She heard him speaking to her mom, but she kept tuning in and out, only catching parts of the conversation. "Paola…Yes it's Deaton…I need you to…I don't care if you're busy…stop playing your games and…your daughter needs you…okay…goodbye."

The door opened again, and Penelope found it hard to focus on Deaton, her vision becoming blurry. He kneeled down, becoming eye level with her, but still keeping a safe distance away in case she snapped. "Your mother is on her way, she'll help you through this." When she didn't respond, the older man sighed, before exiting and closing the door again, patiently waiting for the other feline to arrive.

It wasn't long until the pain hit Penelope like an eighteen wheeler. She began to scream, crying out as her body began to feel as if it were on fire. Her fingers and toes burned as her claws fully extended, the ones on her hands digging into her thighs, the ones on her feet ripping her shoes. Her mouth throbbed violently as her fangs elongated, one of them nicking her lip, causing blood to trickle out the side of her mouth.

She couldn't think straight, she couldn't breathe properly, she felt as if she were going completely insane. Hot tears pooled from her eyes as the pain began to ravage her entire being.

Deaton listened to her pain-filled screams in a tense silence, arms across his chest, jaw clenched. He paced around the room until he heard the familiar jingling of the front door. He quickly made his way to the front, seeing Paola looking at him in horror as she listened to her daughter wail in agony. She brushed past him, immediately heading for the closet Penelope was in.

Penelope cringed at the bright light that flooded the small space as the door to the closet was opened. A familiar scent filled her nose, and she immediately knew who it was. She tried to call out to her mother, but another scream was the only thing to come from her lips.

"Pumpkin I'm here, it's okay." She felt arms wrap around her in an awkward hug, as she was tied up, trying to comfort her. However, she was beyond being able to be comforted at that point. Her mother kept speaking, but she only heard gibberish. Her breathing came easier to her then, but it was still rough and ragged sounding. Her eyes adjusted to the light, but all she saw was red. Her thoughts became clear, and only one thing was on her mind: kill.

She began growling, struggling against the chains. When she couldn't break free she began to roar, pulling so hard against the metal that it ripped her clothes, cutting her skin. She didn't feel any of it; she struggled harder. Her mother's voice was lost in her roars; all attempts of getting Penelope through her transformation smoothly were now futile.

As she breathed in, Penelope caught a scent. Her ears honed in on another heartbeat. She began to struggle wildly, causing the shelves to shake violently, boxes falling on top of her and her mother. Paola knew exactly what was going on. "Deaton, you might need to circle some of your voodoo powder around yourself if you know what's good for you."

She continued to talk to Penelope even though she knew it was useless, her little girl was already far too gone. She heard the chains begin to pop, and she quickly looked back at Deaton to see that he had done as she told him to. She turned back to her daughter, only to be sent flying through the air, colliding with a wall, bringing down cabinets with her. She groaned as she felt multiple needles pierce her skin, a few even hitting bone. She clenched her teeth, hissing in pain. She tried to move quickly, attempting to rip out the needles as fast as possible, but the searing pain that coursed through her body brought her to a halt.

She cried out, looking to see that one of her arms had a very deep gash in it, glass littering the inside of it. She looked up as she heard a frustrated growl to see Penelope transformed, circling Deaton, tail twitching agitatedly. Her body was still human, but her features had turned feline-like. She swiped at the druid, only for her hand to bounce back painfully. She let out a roar, before giving up. She looked at Paola, her slim pupils boring into her. Penelope turned away, rising to her feet, before sprinting out the door. Paola tried to get up, but once she heard the shattering of glass she knew that it was too late, she wasn't going to catch her daughter.

Kill.

Kill.

Kill.

That was the only thing that was going through Penelope's mind. She had caught a scent, and she ran after it, her legs pumping faster than they had ever before. She ran on the road, dodging cars, frightening the passengers. She was locked onto that scent and she knew that once she found the source she was going to tear it limb from limb.

As she closed in on it, something flashed through her mind; she knew that smell. She slowed down, getting on all fours, prowling towards her prey. The scent and the smell of smoke danced their way into her nose. She became perplexed as she saw a car in front of a tree. She came closer, the smell of blood entering her nose. Her own began to boil in excitement; she was ready for the kill, but something stopped her. Her head began to throb painfully as the scent overwhelmed her, causing her to let out a pain-filled screech. She fell to the ground, clutching her head, not even noticing the sound of movement coming from the vehicle.

Stiles awoke at the sound of a motorcycle speeding by pierced his ears. Wait, maybe it was a sports car? Maybe the stupid thing had a bad engine? Whatever it was it sounded horrible. When he fully came to, the noise sounded again, shaking him to his core; he knew this sound. He tried to undo his seat belt, struggling, before flinging it off, hitting his hand on the dashboard in the process.

"Shit." He muttered, rubbing his now throbbing hand. The noise, no, the roar ripped through the air again, causing his blood to run cold. He grabbed his bat, before trying to open the door. He pulled the handle, but it wouldn't budge. He grunted as he tried to force it open as quietly as possible, before it flung open and he fell out, hitting the ground with a loud thud. He scrambled to sit up, holding his breath as he heard another roar. It absolutely frightened him as to how close the roar was, but he steeled himself, getting into a crouching position before shuffling over to the back of his car.

"Penelope?" he choked out, rushing over to his convulsing friend. He got on his knees, reaching out to touch her shoulder, but she swiped at him, fortunately only ripping the front of his shirt a little. He fell, scrambling back and clutching his chest. When he was sure that he wasn't bleeding out, he slowly made his way to Penelope once more, making sure to stand a considerable distance away from her. "Penelope?" He called out again, gripping his bat tighter. Sure she was his friend, but if she tried to attack him again he might have to pull a Barry Bonds on her head. She let out a groan as she slowly curled herself into the fetal position. Stiles cautiously stepped close to her, gripping the bat so tight his knuckles turned white. He called her name again and she let out a whimper, slightly turning her head so she could look up at him.

Her vision was red, her whole body was killing her, but her head, her fucking head. She couldn't even think straight. When she heard her name being called she lashed out. When it was called again she barely noticed. When it was called a third time her brain finally recognized it. She looked up to see….who was that? She couldn't focus. She caught whiff of the scent again, and that person was the source. She let out a low growl, wanting to kill her prey, but she couldn't get up. She let out another groan before feeling a hand on her shoulder. She tensed, her body readying itself to spring and attack. She heard her name again, closer this time. She knew the voice, it soothed her, making her head a little bit less.

"S-Stiles?" she whispered. Her voice didn't sound like her own. It was gruffer, sounding more like a hiss than anything. "Yeah, yeah, it's me." She slowly turned, ending up on her back as she looked at her friend. He was bleeding. She inhaled again, and the scent hit her like a ton of bricks. It had been him this whole time; she had wanted to kill Stiles. The mere thought of it set her mind ablaze; she clutched her head and let out another wail of agony.

Stiles gritted his teeth; this was a lot more intense for Penelope than it had been for Scott.

Scott….

Scott's mom…..

His dad…..

His eyes widened. "Dammit." He had almost forgotten what he was supposed to be doing. He looked around, realizing he wasn't too far from the Nemeton, but he wasn't too sure if he'd make it in time. He also didn't want to leave Penelope by herself. "Hey, Penny, I know you aren't in the best condition right now and you may or may not try to kill me, but I can't leave you here. Come on, you have to get up." He gripped both of her wrists, pulling her up slowly. He stood her up, and she fell against him, panting heavily. "Penelope, I have to get to the Nemeton, come on, let's go!" He couldn't be patient anymore; he had to get his dad.

He grabbed her arm, dragging her along. She stumbled, almost falling first face several times. Stiles cursed under his breath. At this rate he might be end up being too late. "Penelope, come on, we have to get there; people might die! Scott's mom, my dad, Isaac-"At the mention of the last name, something snapped in Penelope. Her breathing became ragged again, and she began to sprint. She dragged Stiles along; now he was the one stumbling along. She didn't even pause as she yanked the pale boy onto her back, now running full speed to their destination. He told her where to turn, and eventually they were there. She stopped, Stiles hopping off her back as he sprinted to the now sinking in ground.

She watched as he disappeared into some hole, and she fell to her hands and knees. Her body was shaking, tail twitching violently. Her mind cleared a bit, and she fully realized the toll her transformation was taking on her body. She saw movement from the hole in front of her, voices shouting. She fell forward, her arms unable to hold her weight any longer. She heard her name, but she didn't have the energy to respond. She felt hands on her, pulling her up and against someone's body. The person was shaking her. She inhaled slowly, before letting out a satisfied breath. Isaac. She smiled, before letting her eyes shut, slipping into a peaceful darkness.

So how was it I hope it was ok idk that last bit of this chapter was pissing me off I probably spelled Nemeton wrong I was too lazy too look it up whatever.

Tell me in a review what you thought of it and also how excited you are for 3B!