"We are not taking your dirt bike," I immediately stopped the thought from continuing in Scotts mind.

"What?" He says," how did you even know? And it's a motorcycle."

I scoffed," Scott if it looks like a dirt bike it's a dirt bike and the reason we are not taking it is because I don't want to when I have a car. Now let's go."

The real was was there was no need for me to have my arms and legs wrapped around Scott when there was this thing between us.

He groans, but follows me as I grab the keys of my black mustang.

Scott gets in quickly, right after I do and we sit in silence as I fumble to put my bag in the back and then start the card, the rumble of the car is the only thing heard between us. It's strange, normally I felt comfortable with Scott around and now it was awkward, extremely so.

"So..." I say, tapping my fingers against the wheel and pulling away.

"How's your ca- Andre," he corrects himself quickly.

"He's good," I answer," sent him back to Charlie so he can get one of his friends to get it together."

"Charlies' not coming back?" He questions.

I shake my head, "nope I think if he's away from here it's better."

"You should have gone with him Imelda," he comments," this town is hell."

"I've been to hell Scott," I cut him off, "this is nothing like it besides you do not get to tell me where I stay. No one does."

"Can we please not discuss Derek while we haven't talked about you know what..." he says, too toeing over the words.

I roll my eyes," okay I don't want to talk about Derek. Not ever. And fine you want to discuss the kiss! Which is what it is, then let's do it. Besides that was not a kiss."

"It was a kiss! What the hell do you define as a kiss?" He questions, rolling his eyes.

"Not that," I raise my eyebrow at him but do not look, "a kiss is much different. I spent the summer going to parties after parties with Lydia, trust me I know what kissing feels like."

"It was a kiss!" Scott scoffs at me, rolling his eyes.

"Wether it was or wasn't can we just decide that it didn't happen!" I cut him off.

He sighs,"fine! Did you tell anyone."

I was a master at lying, hell I practically invented the poker face so when he asks me that and I think of Lydia I don't so much as jump. My best hewing doesn't even change when I look over at him.

"Did you?" I narrow my eyes.

His face doesn't change either as he answers, "no, I haven't told anyone."

"Good," I say strongly, "I didn't tell anyone either."

"Not even Charlie? Cause he threatened to hang me when I met him and I'm pretty sure he would do it if he knew I almost felt you up," he mumbles.

Wide eyed I look at him," YOU DID NOT FEEL ME UP!"

"OH REALLY SO WHAT DOES GRABBING YOUR BOOB MEAN?" He yells back.

"MOVING YOUR HAND OVER BARELY AND FULL ON MASSAGING IT IS DIFFERENT YOU DICK!" I yell back.

"IT WAS SO A KISS!" He yells.

"SCOTT! We are suppose to forget about it!" I try to calmly say, although it comes out a tad harsh.

"FINE!" He yells, getting out of the car quickly.

"FINE!" I yell right back and walk out right behind him.

Right now I swear I felt like my blood was boiling and my teeth were going to shatter, all that thanks to the Beta who walked beside me. Scott looked equally as angry as I did when we stepped inside the hospital. 

"Stop acting pissed off," I whispered.

"You stop it," he growls.

"How about we both do," I bite back.

Before we turn the corner where his mom is Scott grabs my arm and pins me against the wall, leaning in closer so no one can hear what we are talking about. His jeans gently grazing my bare knees slightly, Scott looking all over my face in an annoyed way.

"Stop being mad and I'll do the same right now," he growls,"we cannot act like this in front of anyone or they will know. Imelda you and I need to suck up whatever the hell is going on and act like friends or I swear to god every person in Beacon Hills will know what's going on."

My eyes harden, resisting the urge to growl right back at him. Instead I take a deep breath, looking him directly in the eyes until mine slowly start to soften.

"Fine," I said quietly, less forceful," you want a fake bitch? You're getting a fake bitch Scott, but remember you wanted this to happen."

He nods, pulling away and giving me my space to breathe.

"Are you ready," he asks me, his usual tone back.

Shutting my eyes and huffing once more to let out all the anger and shifting I grin at him," let's do this Scotty."

I don't know what I see in those chocolate brown eyes of his, wether it be a dose of regret or anger.

~~~~

We were good. Apparently good enough to have Melissa McCall oblivious to the fact both of us currently hated each other for no reason. Why was I aggravated you might ask? Well it was because we hadn't even discussed why the kiss had happened and how we felt about it, we just chose to glide over it. For the recorded he had not groped me, at least that's what I think. I mean the kiss had pretty much left me blank if I'm being completely honest.

But yes, that was the reason I was mad and having Scott press me against the wall in order for me to comply had just set another dude off. Although if I'm being completely honest it had been hot, and it had given me a chance to marvel over the new shorter hair he styled and the slightly buffer biceps.

Ew no. Focus Imelda, get your shit together.

Anyways, after Scott and I had our little up close stare down we had rounded the corner to find his mom. Melissa had wrapped her arms tightly around me before explains just what was going on.

Scott tapped me on the arm, signaling I needed to be paying attention which I had been. I had already understood the gist of it all and tuned out somewhere in the details. Apparently Mr. Isaac Lahey had gotten himself into some trouble the prior night and was now in need of our help. Who would have fucking thought huh?

Scott began to question his mother "What do you mean?"

"Everything that you've been doing... the extra reading, the summer school, saving up for the bike, even though it scares me half to death... honey, I just didn't wanna disrupt a good rhythm," Melissa began explaining to him and I realized that maybe I and missed a little more.

"It's not gonna stop. I-I'm gonna be better this year. A better student, a better son, a better friend, a better everything. I promise." When he shad friend his eyes flicker to me for a brief moment and I swear t has me swallowing thickly at the double meaning. I knew that it meant, he wanted us to be just friends. I understood, I felt the same way... at least I thought.

"Okay. He's in room 215 if he isn't already in surgery. You body better hurry," she says, running her hand down the top of my arm before pointing us down the hall towards the elevators.

"Thank you." Scott says, looking at me to walk.

I try not too roll my eyes at him at first, looking at his mother with a warm smile," see you later Melissa."

She nods, looking between Scott and I before letting us go.

"What's the plan?" Scott asks me, both of us jogging down the hall.

"Grab Isaac, and get the fuck out of here. What else is there to do?" I answer in a duh tone.

"We need to do it without no one noticing," he says, pressing the button so the elevator opens.

"Alright so I'll just throw him out the window and you catch him?" I sarcastically ask.

"Now is not the time for your sarcasm Imelda," he says formerly.

"Well how the fuck else do you want to do it? I'm pretty sure even a blind man will notice us leaving with a patient," I growl out, stepping inside the elevator with him.

"We will figure it out when we find him," Scott says, huffing in annoyance.

I roll my eyes, the doors finally closing when a red tipped Walker stops it. Scott steps forward and presses his hands on the doors to stop them just as an older man wearing dark sunglasses steps in.

"Would you hit the button for the second floor please," he asks one of us kindly, a British tone evident.

I go to do so, lifting my polished fingers up until I notice we are headed the same way.

"It appears we are going to the same floor," I say, looking at him.

He smiles, and answers harmlessly," what a coincidence."

Scott looks at me from across the small space, the man having stepped between us and cut off our bickering. His eyes constantly watching the guy, hands in pockets.

It doesn't take long for us to reach the next floor, and just as I go to step off the man calls out once more.

"Would own do you mind helping me out for a second?" He asks.

Scott looks at me, looking clueless.

"Sure," I answer quickly, letting his hand place itself against the top of my shoulder.

Scott looks at me, going to follow.

"Go," I say before he takes a step," I'll catch up with you."

He pauses and studies my face before accepting," see you soon."

I nod at him and then ask the unknown man,"where to?"

"Near the OR," he says.

"Alright then," I say, heading in that direction.

"You are here visiting someone with your boyfriend?" He asks me.

"Yes!" I answer and then think about the first part of his question," I mean no... well he isn't my boyfriend but we are visiting a friend."

"I understand," cuts off my rambling with a chuckle.

"So what's your name?" He asks me, just as we near the OR.

"Imelda," I answer, "and we are here."

"What a unique name," he states, smiling as he speaks just as let's go," pleasure to have met you Ms. Imelda. I do hope your friend gets better."

"Have a good day and hope whoever is getting operated on makes a safe recovery," I say goodbye.

He nods, tapping his fingers against his cane," yes, I hope so too."

I walk away, practically running down the hall following Scotts scent.

Like a maze I wonder around following his scent until I'm face to face with the steel doors of an elevator.

"What the fuck," I mumble, pressing the button to open the elevator doors.

Once they open I curse out loud before pulling out my phone.

"Scott?" I say once he has answered, "who tried to kill you already?"

"How did you know?"

"Because there glass all over the floor, your smell is everywhere, and also I see a piece of your jacket against the roof so..." I count off the details.

"Some alpha had Isaac. I fought to get him back but Derek helped me."

"Oh," I say, my mouth forming the "o" shape," okay. Call me when you need a ride or something."

"You're not gonna come?"

"Nope," I pop the p and step inside the elevator to get down," best not to open old wounds. I'm gonna go find Stiles and tell him what's happened."

"Okay."

I hang up, praying that this is the worst of today.

~~~~

"I was gone for an hour," I groan, plucking the bird feathers out of Lydia's hair, "when did Alfred Hitchcock decide to turn our high school into one of his films?"

"Ow," Lydia helps slightly when she pressed against one of the wounds.

Sighing I looked at the scratch marks across her pale skin, she wasn't as bad as some of the others but it still wasn't a pleasant site to see.

"I'm assuming you want to go home after this right?" I question her, looking through her hair once more.

She nods," please. I just need some things out of my locker."

Allison walks over,"where did Stiles go?"

"With Scott to Derek's house," I answer her, noticing the small scratch marks on her wrists.

"And you didn't follow?" She questions.

Shaking my head immediately I answer," and torture myself more? No thanks, besides I would rather be here just incase another animal decides to attack."

She laughs," for the sake of our sanity let's hope not."

"You can say that again," I say, kicking at the dead birds around us, "whoever cleans up this school needs a fucking raise."

My phone rings in that moment and when I look down to see the caller ID it says Stiles, suppressing a groan I look back up.

"I need to take this," I say, showing my phone," I'll meet you outside Lydia. Do not go anywhere else but your locker understood, Allison do me a favor and wait for her."

"See you later," she says, turning back to see her father coming our way just as I turn.

"Let's hope I live that long," I call back.

Once I'm far enough away from that mayhem I answer the call.

"Please tell me no one is facing life or death situation right now," I immediately say.

"Actually it's nothing like... Scott wants you to come here though."

"What?" I scoff," fuck no."

"Derek and Scott are asking you come here."

Interested now I question," what for?"

"You're not gonna like it but you need to come or else we won't be able to do this."

Groaning I look down the hall," fine! I'm bringing Lydia though so make sure Peter isn't there unless he wants a Loubiton show up the ass."

"Oh trust me he's not gonna be here."

He ends the call then, just as I Lena against he wall. Sighing heavily my nerves start to go haywire when a pair of heavy boots round the corner.

"Want a shot?" He asks me, smirking just like I remember that night.

I groan, "I was wondering when you were going to show up and of course you use those same words. Not a good ideas."

"Oh come on," he smirks, "worked the first time. Why wouldn't they another time?"

"Maybe because I'm not heavily influenced by other drunks and your not shirtless. Also the fact that they were body shots last time would help," I suggest.

"That was fun," he says, boxing me in by placing both his arms on either side of my head.

It doesn't affect me at all, instead I find myself blurting out," what are you doing here Aiden? And since when were you a twin? Did you fucking follow me you stalker?"

"I've never heard a girl cuss so much like you did in those couple of hours princess, I guess you could say I kind of missed it. And I wanted to come see if my little Damsel in distress would need some saving." he cockily says.

Pressing the palms of my hands against his chest I push him back, he stumbles into the parallel wall as I walk up to him. My pointer finger smacks against his chest.

"Call me a princess one more fucking time?" I a girly state," and I'll show you my extensive knowledge in cussing. How many ducking times do I need to tell you? I'm not a princess okay? I don't need some fucking white knight to save me, I'm a fucking warrior queen who can handle her fucking self without a man present. So don't worry about me, it was a one night thing remember sweetheart."

"Okay Imelda. You don't want a hero," he gives up," so who's the red head."

Laughing in Pitt for the boy I pull away," nobody now that you've called her a red head. Have fun in Beacon Hills Aiden, I have shit to do!"

"What's that suppose to mean!" He yells.

"It means find somewhere else to try and stick your dick!" I yell, stomping away.

~~~~

"Why are we here?" Lydia asks once we begin the dangerous challenge of walking over the dirt and rocks in heels.

"Shit!" I cuss once, my ankle almost twisting," we are here because Scott and Stiles seem to want to make my life harder."

"Okay," she says, "why am I here?"

"Because you my lovely best friend have been dying to annoy Derek since we broke up and I'm giving you the chance now. I figure you can channel the rage you feel over those damn birds into Derek Hale while I try not to talk to him."

"Fair enough," she shrugs her shoulders in approval when we step onto the burnt wood of the Hale House.

~~~~

"A fucking tattoo?" I yell out," I drove all the way over for a fucking tattoo? I should be at home watching Hocus Pocus and instead I'm keeping you down while you get a tattoo? That's just wonderful."

"I told you not to call her,l Scott mutters to Stiles.

"Yeah well I wasn't going to hold you down by myself was I? So thank moody Imelda for coming out here!" Stiles sasses.

"Imelda has a definite reason to be moody sweetheart," Lydia backs me up," one definite reason to be exact."

Derek and I hadn't looked at each other since I stepped in here. Instead he had grit his teeth while Lydia went on an on with jabs at him, admittedly I laughed my ass off at a couple of them.

"Fine let's gets this shit done," I state, walking over to where Scott and Derek sat.

"You need to hold him," Derek finally speaks to me, looking at me with those green eyes that made my knees weak every chance they had. I got sucked into them for a moment. My heart aching at its open wound, god it still hurt like hell. And it probably would always hurt, but it hurt now more then ever having him this near to me yet so guarded.

I bit my lips, placing my hands on top of Scotts shoulder as Stiles grabbed the arm that would be getting charred.

"No," Derek says, dropping the blow torch in his hands and grabbing my small palms on Scotts shoulders," tighter. Much tighter."

Scotts head looks up at me, watching me as I suck in a breath and nod, "alright."

Derek nods at me, then goes back tia city as he questions," an open wound right?"

When Scott nods I question,"what does that mean?"

"Well it's the Samoan translation of tattoo," he explains.

"Open wound," I begin thinking and then realize why he's getting it," for Allison."

He stares at me, nodding his head," yes Allison."

I nod, thinking the words open wound repeatedly.

"The pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt," Derek begins to explain.

"Ah, that's great." Stiles says, cringing at his words.

"Do it," Scott nods.

When Scott nods Derek turns on the blow torch, Stiles looking at me in horror.

Lydia jumps back from his curiosity," Oh, wow. So I'm gonna wait outside."

"Nope," I stop her," you're staying in here where I can make sure an angry bunny doesn't try to attack you."

"Very funny," she scoffs," I suppose you'd rather I die from whatever hazardous chemicals are roaming through the air."

I roll my eyes but don't answer, tightening my grip as Derek commences.

Scott begins yelling out, my nose repulsed at the smell of burning flesh as I fight to keep Scott in place.

"Scott!" I try to gain his attention," listen to my voice! You're going to be fine!"

He thrashes around, now changing into a wolf as he growls one last time and then falls unconscious.

He goes lips, head rolling into one of my palms.

"Well that was easier then I expected," I comment as I slept let him go and Derek to finish the job.

"I really hate that tattoo," Stiles comments," but he's on his whole open wound mission so why not help him do it."

"Yeah," I nod," you're right..."

~~~~

"ITS DONE!" Scott yells out, sweating profusely as he wakes to the two bands around his bicep. They aren't as bad as I thought, in fact they looked hot. One smaller then the other, and wrapped completely around his upper arm.

"Well, it looks pretty damn permanent now." Stiles comments from next to me.

"Yeah," Scott says, walking over to us, "I kind of needed something permanent. Everything that's happened to us... everything just changes so fast. Everything's so, uh... Ephemeral."

"Studying for the psats?" Lydia asks.

"Yep." Scot answers while I'm deep in thought.

Lydia from beside me pushes me with her elbow," do it."

"What?" I question.

"Get your own open wound," she says, rolling her eyes," I'm not gonna stop you. Besides, you deserve one."

"Yeah," I nod and step forward," I do."

Derek looks at me as I sit in the chair next to him,"what are you doing."

"It's my turn," I say, taking off the green jacket.

"No..."

"Why not Derek?" Lydia walks forward," it's the least you could do for her considering you've given her the open wound."

Derek looks at her, jaw tightening.

"Fine," he gives in," where do you want it."

I flip the chair, so my legs can be on either side of it and my backs to Derek. Pointing to my right shoulder I explain.

"It's a phrase," I state," I read it somewhere in the beginning of summer and haven't managed to get it out of my head."

"Aut vincere aut mori," Lydia says perfectly, "she's said it to me multiple times while doing crazy shit. I think it's only right she gets it tattooed. Fits her perfectly."

"What's it say?" Scott asks me curiously, coming over.

I look at all of them, Lydia smirking cause she was the only one in on it.

"I'll tell you all afterwards," I say, looking back at them all.

Derek stares at me for a moment, searching my face like he always did. When he didn't get a response he sighed and nodded," alright. Are you sure about this Mel-Imelda?"

I nod, moving my hair out of the way," I can handle the pain. I've handled worse."

"Scott you have to grab her, Stiles and Lydia grab her arms," He instructs. Scott stares at me for a moment too long, cautiously placing his hands on my shoulders and then squeezing down on them.

I hear the flames begin, taunting me as they become louder with every second.

"I maybe should have taken a shot or something," I comment, the tips of the fire beginning to burn away at my shoulder blade.

~~~~

"Well that was something I can never un-see," Lydia comments, carefully holding the mirror so I can see the writing.

It's perfectly written across my shoulder, surprisingly so. Seriously, Derek should look into being a tattoo artist.

Stiles walks up to me, looking at the tattoo through the mirror, I turn forward to look at him.

"So what does it mean?" He questions.

"Well it's not much of a phrase but a life motto," I explain," the literal translation is "either conquer or die" which is my new outlook on life. I've conquered what should have killed me my entire life, I think a permanent reminder suited me."

"Well now that we've gotten that out of our systems can we go?" Lydia requests," I promised Allison I would help her lick out colors for her bedroom."

I nod, all of us walking out until Scott stops and overanalyzes the front door.

"You painted the door. Why'd you paint the door?" He questions making me turn to said door. He was right, this house was abandoned and crumbling why would he choose to paint it!

"Go home," Derek answers, disregarding us.

"And why only one side?" Scott voices my thoughts, suddenly pulling out his claws.

"Scott," Derek tries to stop him, but it's too late at Scott chips away at the paint. Slowly unveiling the strangest symbol underneath.

"The birds at school and the deer last night... just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the Alpha. How many are there?" Scott begins connecting the dots. Alphas? There's more then one? Of course that would explain the multiple animal attacks? Oh my god, I have a feeling this isn't going to be good.

"A pack of 'em. An Alpha pack." Derek informs us.

"All of them? How does that even work?" Stiles questions for us all. Most of us still absorbing the information.

"I hear there's some kind of a leader. He's called Deucalion. We know they have Boyd and Erica. Peter, Isaac, and I have been looking for him for the last four months. " Derek explains, Lydia looking at me concerned. I glance at her, equally terrified at the thought.

"Well that shut ducking dandy," I say, running my hand through my hair in a nervous way.

"Let's say you find them. How do you deal with an Alpha pack?" Scotts already beginning to gear up for war once again... great.

"With all the help I can get." Derek explains, sounding slightly relived that he might be getting new help.

"Here we go," I comment, already feeling the hell the next couple of weeks would be like.

"Where is she? Where's the girl?" Isaac suddenly shouts from across the room, making us all jump to look at him.

"What girl?" Derek turns to him, questioning.

But Isaac only looks at us in utter panic, causing a sinking feeling to develop deep inside me as Lydia grabs for my hand.

~~~~

This last part was fucking hell omg. I'm so pumped for this season though! The alpha pack is going to be a big obstacle for Imelda and I'm just ready!

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-Ash💋