Standing in front of the Beacon Hills Memorial for ten minutes made me realize just how pathetic I was being and I just had to get this over with. I walked through the doors before I regretted my decision walking down the hall and entering the elevator. Pressing the button to the fifth floor I anxiously waited as the elevator slowly got to its destination. Once the door opened I got to the front desk as a not so friendly nurse looked up at me with displeasure.

"I'm here to see Peter Hale." I stated.

"Who are you to the patient?" She asked me as she continued to type on her computer.

"I'm his niece." I replied, she looked up almost in surprise and nodded as she walked from behind the desk.

"Follow me." She ordered and although I noticed a change in her behavior I pushed it away. The woman was probably surprised that Peter had a visitor that wasn't by brother, Peter probably didn't have visitors for years until Derek and I returned to Beacon Hill.

I followed her down the hall as we stopped at an opened door, where I could see a man in a wheelchair facing out towards the window. "You only have fifteen minutes." The nurse warned my before she walked out into the hall again.

I slowly walked into the hospital room and kneeled in front of the man in the wheel chair. Derek had asked me before if I wanted to see him, but a part of me couldn't. Because he was just a reminder about what happened that night.

"I don't know if you can hear me. But I had to give this a shot." I muttered as I looked at his face. It was painful to see him this way. I couldn't remember much about my family anymore, but I did remember that my uncle Peter was never my favorite person, but he was still family. "You spent a lot of time with my mom... obviously. And if there'e anyone who knows more about my abilities its you. I need to know how to us them to protect Derek and....my friends. To help stop the alpha."

I stopped talking to see if I had gotten any sort of reaction, but he still remained catatonic. The last time Derek, Laura and I had seen him he was covered head to toe in bandages from all the burns he suffered from the fire. Clearly our healing abilities could only do so much because his body remains unresponsive. Brain scans showed that he had full consciousness, it was just his body that had failed him.

I couldn't help but wonder what it was like to be stuck in a body but still be fully aware of everything that was going on around you. It must be hell.

"I know. I know I haven't come to visit, but it just makes me so angry seeing you like this. Its just a reminder of what they did. What they did to our family." I said thinking that explaining myself would change anything. Letting out sigh of frustration, I didn't know what to do or who else I could turn to for answers. "I knew this was pointless. I guess I'm just desperate."

Standing up I looked one more time just to make sure that he was sill in his same state. I sighed before leaving the hospital room. I might not have gotten the answers I wanted, but what thing that I did know I could do was stop Scott from hurting anyone. And that was what I was going to do.

I knocked on the door an waited impatiently for a couple of minutes before Stiles opened the door. He seemed surprised to see me for a moment before he became oddly serious.

"You must be really worried about Scott." He muttered as he wrote something on a dog bowl.

"I'm worried about the people in Beacon Hills that Scott could kill." I corrected as I stepped inside curious about why Stiles was so angry. The bitter scent of his anger was concerning, only because it was unusual for him.

"Sure whatever you say."

"What's wrong with you?" I asked annoyed with his current mood, not really liking this side of him. Scott was supposed to be the whinny one who was always complaining.

"Me? I'm fine." He replied before turing the dog bowl so I could see. I pressed my lips together to hide my amusement as I read Scott's name on the side of the bowl. Remembering that I was supposed to be mad at them both, I let that smile fall from my lips. "Scott's in his room, lets go."

"Where's his mom?" I asked him as I followed him upstairs.

"Working a double shift tonight." Stiles told me as we stepped inside of what I assumed was Scott's room. He was handcuffed to the radiator with a murderous look in his eyes that I had never seen before. "I brought you some water." Stiles said as he emptied out a water bottle into the big bowl and setting it in front of Scott.

"I'm gonna kill you!" Scott yelled as he threw the bowl back at Stiles.

"You kissed her, Scott, okay?"Stiles exclaimed. This whole time I was thinking about what Allison would think once she found out Lydia kissed Scott, but I forgot about Stiles. About his feeling for Lydia and how hard it would be for him to forgive his best friend for kissing the girl he's had a crush on his entire childhood. "That's, like, the one girl that I...and, you know, the past three hours, I've been thinking, it's probably just the full moon, you know, he doesn't even know what he's doing, and tomorrow, he'll be totally back to normal. He probably won't even remember what a complete dumbass he's been. A son of a bitch, a freaking unbelievable piece of crap friend."

Scott let out a laugh and I quickly gave Stiles a light shove towards the door. "You do know it's the full moon making him act this way right?" I asked him as we left Scott's room.

He had been there for me when I thought Derek was going to die, it only felt fair to be there for him.

"Yeah, I know." Stiles muttered as he sat down leaning against the wall. I could feel all the anger and irritation coming off of Stiles only intensified by the link that I know had for him. A link that he didn't even know existed, and I wasn't sure if I wanted either him or Scott to ever find out. "I hope you don't hate me anymore."

"I'm not going to lie and say that I do forgive you, but I do want to kill you a little less." I replied as I took a seat next to him.

"That's improvement." He staid with an almost sad chuckle.

"Stiles, please let me out. It's the full moon, I swear. You know I wouldn't do any of this on purpose. PIease, Stiles, let me out." Scott began to exclaim in desperation. From the look Stiles had I knew seeing his friend like this was really affecting him. Actually it hurt him. "It's starting to hurt. It's not Iike the first time. It's the full moon. It's AIIison breaking up with me. I know that it's not just taking a break. She broke up with me. And it's killing me. I feel completely hopeless. Just, please, let me out. I can't."

"Why don't we talk about something? Anything. To get your mind off of it. " I suggested trying to get his mind off of what was happening to his friend on the other side of the wall.

Stilles nodded as he moved so he was able to face me. "I know you were born and everything, but when did you first shift? Or how is that process like?"

I should have expected that he would want to ask me questions. It felt like that was all he did, Stiles always needed answers. But these questions were personal to me.

"Well, even if your parents are werewolves it doesn't mean that you will be one. When I was...um growing up I thought that I wasn't one. I mean all my siblings had already started dealing with there shifts on the full moon, but I...was normal." I explained slowly, surprised with myself at the fact that I was actually telling him all of this. "It wasn't...it wasn't until the day of the fire that I shifted. I guess...that must of triggered it you know?"

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked." Stiles apologized probably realizing how painful the memory was for me. I had attempted to sound passive, but clearly I had failed.

"It's fine. Guess I have to talk about it at some point." I replied looking down at my hands. "Never thought I would talk about it with you though."

"If it makes you feel any better it hurts me to talk about my mom too."

Suddenly the clattering of the handcuffs against the radiator stopped and so did Scott's constant yelling. "Oh no." I muttered in realization as I stood up running back into Scott's room, only to find out that he was gone.

"No, no, no!" Stiles yelled, the window was open and without a second though I began to climb out of it. "Wait! What are you doing?"

"I'm going to get Scott back." I replied as I stepped onto the roof before jumping down onto the grass of the front yard.

I followed his scent into a parking that was mostly empty except for a couple cars. From where I was standing I saw as Scott jumped onto a car that happened to be occupied by Jackson and Allison, it should have been no surprise that his instincts led him to her. Running I jumped on a near by car before tackling Scott off Jackson's car. I pushed him back into the forest making sure no one would be able to witness this.

Scott let out a deep growl as he ran forward, his intention being to go after Allison and Jackson again. He had absolutely no control. 

"No, don't! Scott don't!" I yelled seeing no other choice I ran towards him grabbing him by the collar of his shirt and throwing him back down on the ground. He stood back back clearly determined to get through me, but I wasn't going to let that happen. "Scott!"

There was a loud growl from behind me and I turned around to see Derek's blue eyes challenging Scott. Without a second thought Scott came running towards us but Derek met him half way catching Scott in a choke hold.

"Derek?" I questioned with a bit of anger. "I told you to stay at the loft."

"I had to make sure he didn't hurt you." He replied as Scott continued to struggle in his arms. I stepped up extending my claws from my right hand, grabbing Scott's wrist and sinking my claws into his skin, the pain slowly brining him back.

"I had it handled." I stated as Derek let go of Scott. He fell to his knees and Derek and I helped pick him up as we began walking towards his house.

"Had to make sure." My brother replied as Scott groaned in pain still struggling with the effects of the full moon. The rest of the way we walked in silence until we dropped Scott into one of the chairs in his room.

Scott looked up at us with frustration and anger. Clearly his biggest problem was that he had yet to accept who he was now. He was still fighting it. "What's happening to me?" 

"Exactly what he wants to happen." Derek replied before grabbing my arm beginning to lead me out the door.

"Wait." Scott called out. "I can't do this. I can't be this and be with Allison. I need you to tell me the truth. Is there a cure?"

"For someone who was bitten? I've heard of one." Derek admitted and I looked at him in shock not knowing that it was possible. "I don't know if it's true."

"Well, what is it?" Scott asked his eagerness and desperation for this possible sure was pathetic. He had the kind of power that other people would kill for. But those were exactly the people you didn't want to be werewolves. 

"You have to kill the one that bit you."

"Kill the AIpha?"

"Scott. If you help me find him, I'll help you kill him." Derek assured him, and as I listened into my brother's heartbeat I could hear the lie in his words. Scott wasn't experienced or smart enough to make sure that he wasn't being lied to. 

That my brother was lying to him about the cure. That all Derek wanted was to get Scott fully on board to kill the alpha. But was Scott McCall capable of killing?

It seemed highly unlikely to me, but I also knew that Derek was only doing what needed to be done. After finally seeing what the alpha was capable of and how strong it really was, we were running out of options. We were stonier together and if we wanted the smallest chance to kill the alpha we were going to need Scott.