[ 1.9 | WOLF'S BANE ]

     ONCE SCOTT FLED his bedroom through the open window, Daisy and Stiles raced from the home in search of their best friend forced into a werewolf induced fury. There was no way of knowing what the boy would do under the influence of the full moon, and they had to find him before something terrible happened.

     Searching the small city for a wolfed out teenager was easier said than done. Stiles was dead set on combing every inch of the preserve, while Daisy wanted to check on Allison's whereabouts. She figured that Scott would seek out the girl in his impaired state, as he did the last full moon, but her plan would have to wait.

     When they arrived at the edge of the preserve, flashing lights and piercing sirens filled the air surrounding what appeared to be another crime scene. Stiles was sufficiently worried about his father. He knew that the man would be the first to arrive, and with Scott on the loose, he had no idea if his father would end up being his friend's intended target. Fortunately, the sheriff was found shortly after they arrived, safe and sound.

     The following night, Daisy learned of her two best friends engaging in possibly their stupidest plan yet. Scott and Stiles decided to play a game of cat and mouse with Kate Argent, while Derek chased what he thought to be the Alpha through the industrial district of the town. To say the scheme was completely insane would be an understatement.

     Somehow they still managed to discover useful information in the chaos. Derek found a symbol connected to his sister's investigation into who killed their entire family. A symbol that just so happened to be the same one engraved onto a necklace owned by Allison.

     Daisy found it harder and harder to believe that the girl was entirely ignorant to her family's extracurricular activities. But why would she own an item associated with the murder of the Hales? Either Allison was exceptionally oblivious, or she was an incredible liar. Daisy personally hoped for the former.

     The Fulton girl adjusted her maroon cardigan that swished around her hips as she moved. Her grey booted heels clicked against the concrete walkway that led to the entrance of the high school, while Scott and Stiles followed closely behind. They busied themselves conversing about the topic of obtaining Allison's necklace for the sole purpose of discovering who the Alpha was.

     "This is gonna be impossible, you know." Scott practically groaned, as he pushed through the double doors of the building.

     "Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Stiles questioned, repositioning the straps of his backpack.

     "How?"

     "It's easy. You just say, "Hey, Allison, can I borrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it that can lead me to an Alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you?""

     Daisy slowed her pace to fall into step between the two boys. "That was terrible advice." She quipped.

     Scott's gaze narrowed. "She's right. You're not helping."

     Stiles sighed. "Why don't you just talk to her?"

     "She won't talk to me." Scott stated sadly, "What if she, like, only takes it off in the shower or something?"

     "That's because she's being a royal brat." Daisy exclaimed, texting her mother that she had made it to the school before shoving her phone back into her front jean pocket.

     "That's why you ease..." Stiles began, "...that's why you ease back into it, okay? Get back on the good side, remind her of the good times. And then you ask for the necklace." The three of them paused mid-step when he turned toward Scott with an exasperated expression, "You're thinking about her in the shower, aren't you?"

     A light smirk appeared on the shaggy haired boy's lips. "Yeah."

     Daisy rolled her eyes, reaching out to smack her hand across the back of his head. "Stop being pervy." Her action caused him to rub the back of his head and send her a sharp glare.

     Stiles exhaled in slight annoyance. "Alright, stay focused, okay? Get the necklace, get the Alpha, get cured, get Allison. In that order. Got it?" He said, before stalking off away from his two friends.

     Scott nodded with a new sense of determination. "Get the necklace."

     "You do that." Daisy sent him a tight smile, "Try to not get caught being a stalker." She turned on her heel and made her way toward her first class of the day.

     _______

     Daisy quickly fled the confines of her history class when the bell rang for lunch. She had suffered through one of the most boring lectures to date, and all she wanted to do was devour a chicken sandwich. She began to maneuver through the sea of equally as hungry students when a hand came to rest on her shoulder. Daisy resisted the urge to release a startled scream when she was turned to face the culprit.

     Her expression immediately fell when she caught sight of the person. "Allison." She said, shifting the girl's hand to fall off her.

     The curly haired brunette sighed, letting her arm fall to her side. "You haven't been answering my calls or texts. I got worried that something happened after the night at the school."

     Daisy drew her lips into a fine line. "Uh, no, nothing happened."

     "Then why haven't you been answering?" Allison questioned with furrowed brows.

     The blonde remained silent for a moment. Should she flat out tell the girl that she was ignoring her for what she did to her best friend? That she had been incredibly insensitive and, quite frankly, a little bit of a bitch? Probably, but Daisy was never used to confrontation.

     "I, uh, I've been busy." She muttered, "You know, studying for Harris and Westover."

     "Oh." Allison's features softened at her words. "Well, why didn't you just say so? I could have helped you. Lydia, too."

     Daisy waved her off dismissively. "You seemed to have a lot going on."

     The Argent girl's expression dropped at the realization. "I –I know things have been weird since Scott and I...and –and you're one of his best friends. It's all just – it's just..."

     "A real mess." The blonde stated with a light chuckle.

     "Yeah." Allison breathed, a smile forming on her lips. "I, um –have to meet Lydia before she gets too crazy about me being late, but I'll see you at the lacrosse game later?" She began to walk backward in the direction of the Martin girl's locker.

     Daisy simply nodded. "Yeah, see you then." When the brunette was out of sight, she sighed heavily and ran a hand down her face. "Why am I such a nice person?" She questioned herself, as she turned toward the cafeteria.

     _______

     "Did you get her to give you the necklace?" Stiles inquired, setting his tray onto the flat surface of a table.

     The trio of friends had just made their way through the long line that allowed them to acquire food, before they traveled to their usual table toward the edge of the cafeteria. To her luck, Daisy was able to get her hands on a chicken sandwich and ignored out the beginning of the two boys' conversation as she took large bites.

     "Not exactly." Scott said.

     Stiles appeared as though he wanted to roll his eyes, but reframed himself. "Ah. What happened?"

     The McCall boy sighed in a dejected tone. "She told me not to talk to her." He stated, "At all."

     "So she's not giving you the necklace..."

     "She's not give me the necklace." Scott snapped, interrupting his best friend.

     Stiles did not seem to care, as he asked, "Well, did you find anything else out?"

     The newly turned werewolf scoffed. "Just that I know nothing about girls, and that they're totally psychotic."

     Daisy looked up from her sandwich, scrunching her nose at the accusation. "Excuse me, but not all girls are psychotic."

     Stiles snorted, trying to open a packet of ketchup. "Please. Have you met yourself? You're crazy on a good day."

     The Fulton girl deadpanned. "And you're a pain in the ass, but that's nothing new."

     "Well –well you're a..."

     "Stiles." Scott cut off the Stilinski boy's comment.

     "Fine." Stiles huffed, turning back toward his male best friend. "Okay, I came up with a plan B just in case anything like this happened."

     "What's plan B?" Scott questioned.

     "Just steal the stupid thing."

     Daisy and Scott gave him a flat look. "Wow, very helpful." The blonde quipped with another bite of her sandwich.

     Her shaggy haired friend just exhaled in frustration. "Couldn't we try at least getting to Harris?"

     Stiles shook his head. "My dad put him on a twenty-four-hour protective detail, okay? The necklace is all we got. Steal it." Scott just nodded to appease him. "Thank you."

     Daisy proceeded to eat the rest of her food, until she noticed the far-off look in Scott's eyes. "What? What is it?" She asked him.

     "He's watching us." He said, lowering his voice.

     The blonde brows creased. "Who?"

     "Jackson. He's talking to me. He knows I can hear him." Scott muttered nervously, and looked between his friends in a panic. "Look at me. Just talk to me. Act normal. Pretend that nothing's happening."

     "How are we supposed to do that?" Daisy inquired, glancing over her shoulder at the arrogant lacrosse player.

     "Stop! Don't look." Scott grabbed her arm to turn her back toward the table. "Say something. Talk to me!"

     Stiles opened his mouth to speak, but paused only seconds later. "I can't think of anything. My mind's a complete blank."

     "Your mind's always a complete blank." Daisy taunted him with a tight smile. "What's the difference now?"

     The Stilinski boy made a noise through his nose. "Are you seriously bringing this up now?" He exclaimed toward her.

     "You're the one who called me crazy." The blonde stated.

     "Are you listening to yourself right now? You are crazy." Stiles nearly hissed across the table. He then lifted his gaze. "FYI, he's not even sitting with them anymore."

     Daisy turned to see for herself. And sure enough, Jackson's spot at Allison and Lydia's table was vacant. "Well, that's good, right?" She was cut off by the sound of plastic being crushed in her best friend's hand. "Or not." She heard the boy mutter something under his breath, while his eyes were locked on the table in front of him. "Scott."

     He remained still, as he continued to listen to Jackson. Although the lacrosse player was no longer close, Scott's enhanced hearing allowed him to hear quite a distance. His body began to shake, and his grip tightened around the edges of his lunch tray.

     Stiles leaned forward. "Scott, come on, you can't let him do this." He tried to reign his friend back into the conversation. "You can't let him have this kind of power over you. Okay?"

     Daisy began to grow worried as she watched the boy's shaking worsen. She raised a hand to set atop his own, but it did little to calm him. Scott's knuckles turned white around the tray, until a large crack developed down the center severing it in two. Her green eyes widened at the sight. The entire cafeteria fell silent at the sound and turned to stare in his direction. She exchanged a look with Stiles over the table and then glanced toward their best friend, who seemed stunned by his own actions.

     _______

     Throughout the remainder of the day, Daisy could not help but worry about Scott. The boy had been on edge after Jackson nearly outed him to the entire school during lunch. She felt that the unease was warranted. There was no telling what the lacrosse player would do with the newfound information, although he did have one absurd request. One she honestly could not understand.

     Jackson wanted the bite.

     Why would anyone want to subject themselves to the harsh reality of becoming a werewolf? From Scott's experience alone, Daisy knew that she never wanted to sprout claws from her fingertips and have glowing yellow eyes. Yes, there were some advantages. Super strength, heightened senses, and unnaturally fast healing. But was all that worth the risk of dying on a daily basis? Daisy did not think so.

     Instead of fleeing to the comforts of her own home when school finally ended, Daisy found herself on the doorstep of the Stilinski residence. Stiles had the bright idea to trace the text sent to her phone that was supposedly from the Alpha. The problem came with neither of them knowing how to perform the action, so he had enlisted another person to help.

     Daisy walked through the front door without so much as a knock. She made her way through the living room and down the short hallway that held Stiles bedroom. The door was already open when she arrived, but that was not the odd thing about the situation.  Her brows raised when she noticed Derek stood in front of Stiles's dresser. His presence alone was strange, but it was made worse by the horrible orange and blue striped shirt stretched across his broad chest.

     The blonde blinked for a moment at the sight. "Uh...what the hell?" She muttered lowly.

     Stiles sat next to a very nervous Danny at his desk, and quickly leapt to his feet when he spotted her at the door. "Daisy." He exclaimed, rushing to her side.

     "What are you doing?" Daisy questioned, with a glance at a near murderous Derek. "Are you trying to piss off the werewolf? You know, the one that can kill you in a millisecond."

     "I had to do something to get Danny to trace your text." Stiles stated with a look toward the goalie, who had difficult time trying to keep his eyes off the now bare-chested man.

     Daisy shook her head lightly. "You're despicable."

     He released a huff. "You think you can do better. Be my guest." He motioned for her to enter the room.

     "Gladly." She sent him a tight smile as she passed, and made her way toward the boy sat before the lit computer screen. "Danny, hey."

     Danny snapped his attention away from Derek, who proceeded rifle through the remaining drawers of the dresser. "Hi, Daisy. Stiles solicit you into illegal activities too?"

     "Not quite." Daisy plopped into the vacant chair beside the boy. "He's actually asking you to do this for me."

     His eyes narrowed at her words. "For you?"

     She released a faux heavy sigh. "He's worried because I got this weird text the other night, and we have no idea who it came from. I get if you can't do it. I'll just..."

     Danny relented with a light grin. "For you, I'll do it."

     The Fulton girl's eyes widened. "Really? That would really settle my nerves so much. Thank you." She practically squealed, clasping her hands together with a bright smile on her lips.

     "I'll need the ISP, your phone number, and the exact time of the text." Danny stated, as he turned toward the computer and began to type rapidly across the keyboard.

     Daisy looked over her shoulder at Stiles, whose mouth had dropped open at her small feat. She shrugged lightly at his expression and turned back toward Danny to give him the required information.

     _______

     A half an hour passed before Danny acquired the location from where the text was sent. Daisy was shocked when she read the information that flashed across the computer screen. There had to be reasonable explanation as to why Scott's mother's name appeared to have sent the text to both her and Allison. Melissa was not the Alpha. She couldn't be.

     Taking up the backseat of Stiles's jeep, Daisy positioned herself between her best friend and the ever frowning werewolf who took up the front. They were parked in the asphalt lot of the Beacon Hills Long Term Care facility, which was coincidentally next to the hospital where Melissa worked. She and Stiles were supposed to talk to her about the text, or at the very least search her computer for the evidence.

     In that moment, the Stilinski boy was on the phone with Scott. The newly turned werewolf was at their lacrosse game, the one Stiles was meant to start on first-line. But due to the current circumstances, he might not be able to make it on time.

     "Did you get the picture?" Daisy heard Scott question through the speaker of her friend's phone.

     "Yeah, I did, and it looks just like the drawing." Stiles stared at the screen, which was covered in the image of Allison's necklace.

     Derek quickly took hold of Stiles's wrist to bring the device closer to his mouth. "Hey, is there something on the back of it?" He asked through the boy's whimpers of pain. "There's gotta be something. An inscription, an opening, something."

     "No, no, the thing's flat. And, no it doesn't open there's nothing in it, on it, around it, nothing. And where are you? You're supposed to be here. You're first-line." Scott said, while Stiles ripped his now sore arm away from the werewolf. There was a faint voice that sounded through the speaker, before Scott lowered his own, "Man, you're not gonna play if you're not here to start."

     "I know." Stiles simply sighed in a mixture of frustration and disappointment, "Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him –tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? Alright, thanks." He then ended the call.

     There was a moment of silence, until Daisy spoke, "Stiles, you know we're probably not going to make it in time."

     He just nodded. "I know."

     "And you didn't tell him about his mom, either." Derek added.

     "Not 'til we find out the truth."

     "By the way, one more thing."

     Stiles glanced toward the man curiously. "Yeah?" Before he could say anymore, Derek reached out at a blinding speed and slammed the boy's forehead into the hard material of the steering wheel.

     Daisy jumped back and stared wide eyed at the Hale. "Are you out of your mind?!" She exclaimed, as Stiles fell back into the seat with a hand raised to rub his face.

     "Oh, God! What the hell was..."

    "You know what that was for." Derek pointed toward the boy with an accusatory stare. He then motioned for the two teenagers to move. "Go. Go!"

     Daisy rolled her eyes, but pushed Stiles to exit the vehicle before her. She climbed through driver's side door and dropped to the ground. The two of them began to head toward the entrance of the long term care facility and found the sterile corridors unusually vacant for that time of night. Daisy scanned the area for any sign of Melissa, but ultimately did not find the woman.

     "Call Derek." She said to Stiles.

     The Stilinski boy pulled is phone from the pocket of his jeans and proceeded to type in the werewolf's number. He placed the call on speaker, as they continued down one of the many hallways. "Yeah, I said we can't find her." He explained.

     Derek sighed. "Look, ask for Jennifer. She's been looking after my uncle."

     Daisy peered into the room that was supposed to hold Peter, the only living survivor of the Hale House fire, but found the space completely empty. "He's not here." She spoke loud enough for the werewolf to hear.

     "What?" Derek exclaimed.

     Stiles followed her lead and looked through the open door to find the severely burned man gone. "He's not here. He's gone, Derek."

     There was a moment of silence, until Derek's voice came through the speaker in a mild panic. "Stiles, Daisy, get out of there right now...it's him! He's the Alpha! Get out!"

     Daisy immediately spun on her heel to exit the facility, but was stopped in her tracks. Peter Hale stood in her path with a malicious smirk plastered across his lips. Scars covered the entire left side of his face, paled and fused together over time. Her breath caught in her throat, as she tried to back away from the man but bumped into an equally as shocked Stiles.

     "Daisy, how lovely it is to see you again." He voiced, before he turned his attention toward the boy at her side. "And you must be Stiles."

     Stiles gulped, and blinding reached out to take hold of Daisy's arm. They turned to run from the man, but were stopped by a red haired woman with a clipboard held in her hands. Daisy's froze finding herself and her best friend cornered by the Alpha and his crazy nurse.

     "What are you doing here?" Jennifer questioned in a monotone voice, "Visiting hours are over."

     "You –and him." Stiles stuttered, "You're –you're the one who –oh, my –and he's..." He pointed back toward the scarred man. "Oh, my God. We're gonna die."

     Daisy nodded vigorously as her heart pounded in her chest. "We're gonna die."

     Out of nowhere, Derek appeared before them and slammed his fist into the nurse's temple rendering her unconscious. The Fulton girl stumbled back and watched the woman's body crumple to the floor.

     Peter simply sighed. "That's not nice. She's my nurse."

     "She's psychotic bitch helping you kill people." Derek deadpanned, and then set his attention on the two teenagers between him and his uncle. "Get out of the way."

     "Oh, damn." Stiles exclaimed, before Daisy pulled him to the ground.

     She began to shuffle across the dingy linoleum and dragged the boy behind her. She heard Derek growl loudly and rush toward his uncle, but she did not pay attention to the aftermath of the initial attack. Daisy laced her hand with Stiles's own and pulled him from the ground to rush out of the long term facility leaving the two Hales to fight alone.

<March 1, 2018>

Just a few more chapters until Season 2. I'm going to have too much fun with this story, especially when it comes to Isaac and Daisy's interactions. Ugh, I can't wait.

Don't forget to vote and comment.

-Jordan

P.S. Unedited chapter.