"Welcome back to the light of the conscious," Deaton says aloud causing me to jolt in my seat. I sat up, looking around and yawning as my gaze fell upon Scott who was just not standing up. He seemed to just wake up as Deaton got near him. He placed a hand on Scott's chest and my eyes drifted towards the bandage which now has a small patch of blood.

"You doing okay?" I said, my voice thick with sleep as I stretched my muscles. The joints in my arms popped and I scrunched my face, definitely not the best nights sleep.

"Maybe you should sit down," Deaton tell him as Scott still appears to be processing what happened last night. Hell, I'm still processing getting shot 17th century style. At least it healed when it did, I couldn't handle dealing with that much pain right now. My neck was hurting from it being cramped.

I go to say something, most likely," sit the fuck down," when from the front of the clinic the little bells atop the door jingle signaling someone has walked in which is strange considering its still very early in the morning.

Deaton goes to walk towards the front when Scott grabs onto him, warning him. I listen closely and my eyes widen. Deaton seems strangely calm considering the reaction both werewolves have just had.

"I'm sorry but we are closed," he greets the person as Scott grabs my arm and leads me towards the furthest corner from the open door. Scott stands in front of me, tilting his head asking if I knew who was outside. I nod silently.

"Hi there," Peters creep voice says," I'm here to pick up."

I roll my eyes, yeah you're here to pick up your damn teeth if you attempt to come near us again.

"I'm not sure I remember you dropping off," Deaton answers not kissing a beat.

"These two wandered in on their own," Peter says, the double meaning clear in his voice. I'll be damned if this asshole calls me an animal.

"Even if they did I'm afraid I can't help you, we are closed," Deaton says forcefully.

"Oh I think you can make an exception this one time," Peter says, and I gulp worrying for Deaton.

"I'm sorry that's not going to be possible, maybe you could come back regular hours." Deaton warns him.

"You have something of mine," Peters voice gets much darker," I'm here to collect them."

"Like I said," Deatons voice firm," we're closed."

It's silent for a moment, fingernails scratching against wood for a moment before Peters humorless laugh sounds all the way into the back," mountain ash. That's an old one."

He picks something up quickly, throwing it somewhere that it crashes against.

"Let me be as clear as possible," Deaton states, sounding so calm but firm," we are closed. "

It seems like Peter goes to leave, until he stops to whisper," there are others who can help me get what I want. More innocent, and far more vulnerable."

My breath hitches inside my throat, Scott going to whisper the first person that comes to mind," Allison."

But I don't don't think of her, I think of Stiles, Lydia, and Jackson.

He will go after my best friends if it means getting me like Scott.

----

"Call it again," Scott says, ransacking his room as I lay on his bed. His big lacrosse hoodie is once again wrapped around me as I try to get some sleep with the disaster going on around me. Stiles sighs, taking his fingers away from playing with my hair.

"It's not here," Stiles tells him, Scott gently lifting the pillow I sleep on and patting for his phone underneath it," so you lost your phone. why don't you just get a new one?"

"I can't afford a new one," Scott says now looking underneath bed.

"Jesus Christ," I growl out frustrated," I'll buy you a new one tomorrow if you just stop making so much noise and let me sleep!"

"And we can't do this alone! We have to find Derek," Scott says standing from his spot.

"Well A. You guys aren't alone you have me! And B. Didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire he sounds pretty dead." Stiles says earning a growl from me as I stood from the bed.

"Argents plan was use him to get to the alpha they aren't gonna kill him," I tell Stiles.

"Alright well then just let them do what they're planning, you know? They use Derek to get Peter problem solved," Stiles tries to reason.

"Not if Peter uses Allison to find Derek," Scott yells back," we can't protect Allison on our own which means we need to find Derek first."

"You know," I mumble as he throws his entire room into further mess," you probably lost it when you two were fighting."

"Yeah!" Stiles says," you remember that? When he was trying to kill you! After you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson! Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here?"

"He wasn't going to kill anyone," I fight back," and we are not letting him die."

Scott's head shoot up when I hear the screeching of tires.

Stiles looks between the both of us, watching as Scott's face falls.

"What?" He asks.

"My mom just got home," Scott mumbles to him.

She's talking with Peter - or well Peters voicemail actually - and she's trying her hardest to get another date.

Scott's face looks sad as he sits down and I realize why as Melissa's conversation finished. He sits down next to me, his head fallen as he clasps both hands in his lap.

"Is she okay?" Stiles asks," what's she doing?"

Scott shakes his head, his heart dropping," crying.

I hear the sniffles and hiccups soon after, I can tell she's trying her hardest to not sob. I grab onto one of Scott's hand for support.

"It's gonna be okay Scott," I say gently to him.

Stiles follows me," Scott you can't protect everyone."

"I have to."

---

So while Scott dealt with making sure Allison was safe and no harm came to her I made sure Lydia, Jackson, and Stiles were. Stiles insisted he would be fine and that with his father home the alpha wouldn't come, I pursed my lips but nonetheless let him be. Jackson I simply let sleep at his own home, if something did happen I would hear odds were. And Lydia, I had sleep over at mines. It was better then Scott's idea of staying up near Allison's window the entire night.

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"So wait you're not allowed to go to formal?" I questioned Scott as we leaned near the boys gym where 5 minutes ago I had waited for the boys who had appeared with crestfallen expressions, Stiles was on the other side of Scott.

He nods," it's either that or get cut from the team and well you know coach finstock."

I sighed," that I do... anyways how did it go with Jackson."

They both stayed quiet, looking immensely irritated.

"He said no," is all that Stiles answered.

I shake my head, irritated.

"He said she wasn't worth it," Scott mumbles, his jaw clenched.

I huff, squeezing my fists together," okay, give me 5 minutes in coaches office."

"What are you gonna do?" Ask Stiles, always the more curios.

I shrug my shoulders," maybe a little throwing, maybe a little growling... these heels are itching to stomp on someone."

"How are gonna get him in there?" Asks Scott.

I sigh, walking down the hall already, and shrugging my shoulders," just know it's already set that he's gonna take Allison to formal."

----

10 minutes later Jackson was walking down the hallway, aimlessly texting on his cellphone and not paying attention as the hall had already cleared. I rolled my eyes at the irony, this was the exact way he had grabbed me.

Just as he managed to pass me, oblivious to the fact that I was hidden behind the locker, I grabbed onto his backpack and arm. It was a small scream that escaped his lips as I used the supernatural strength I acquired and threw him into coaches office.

"Imelda!" He says surprised.

I walked in, my face into a cynical smile and eyes shining silver as I closed the door behind me, throwing my backpack near the door," hi Jackson. We needs to have a talk."

"Wait! Wait!" He tries to say as I rush forward and throw him against the nearest wall, placing my forearm on his neck so it cuts off his circulation I shake my head.

"You know you've done a lot of talking Jackie," I say with anger," first you blackmail Scott, then you throw me against the nearest wall kind of like how I'm doing to you and warn me, next you break up with my best friend do you have any idea what's it's like to see her cry that hard over you little shit? And then finally you have the audacity to not fucking help us after Scott and I risked our fucking lives against the hunters to save you. Now I'm really angry, and you of all people Jackson should know not to fuck with me. So here's what we are going to do, you're are going to take Allison to formal! Drunk, high, I don't give a shit but you are taking her with a smile on your face and if you refuse well then Jackson I'm just gonna have to test out my actual Dea power."

His face is a bright red, trying desperately to get some air as I push a little harder against his jugular before dropping him and my arm. He heaves in air, completely ignoring me so I grip the tops of his shoulders and throw him as he skids across coaches office once more. I walk over to where he lies, the toes of my high heeled shoes next to his ear as I lift one sharp heel and place it on his Adam's apple.

"So Jackson?" I say, looking down," what do you say?"

He gargles for a moment, coughing so I dig my heel a little deeper into his throat until he coughs out," yes! Yes! I'll take her!"

I smile brightly, dropping my foot," perfect! Make sure you remind her! And oh Jackson... this doesn't count as my favor."

I grab my bag from where I left it and head towards my locker, ready to see Jackson talk to Allison.

Scott and Stiles rush toward me the moment I step into the hall and as a group move a little farther away from the locker enough so we can still here.

"Did you do it?" Scott whispers to me," did he say yes?"

I smirk," he was more then willing to help."

Stiles grips my face between his hand, looking at my expression before murmuring," oh I know that face... it involves violence. What did you do to him?"

I sigh and look down the hall to see Jackson practically sprinting towards Allison and he still hold his neck," I did that!"

They both follow my line of vision to Jackson who looks to eager and still red as he talks to Allison," hey! What time should I pick you up for the dance tomorrow?"

Allison looks surprised to see him as she asks," are you okay?"

"Yeah!" He's quick to answer," I'm great! I'm just excited to go to the dance with you! As friends... just friends... just friends."

Allison's laughs at his nerves and Jackson fake laughs right back his eyes continuously flickering at me.

"Hey don't worry I'll still be there!" Stiles says. I look over towards Scott who still has a worried expression on his face.

"I'm still going," Scott says.

"Is that such a good idea? Do you even have a date?" Stiles asks.

"Yes! Imelda is my date!" Scott answers, looking at me. I scrunch my eyes, what the fuck?

Since when did I agree?

"What the fuck..." I mumble," do you even have a suit?"

"Not yet," he says.

"Do you have a ticket?" Stiles questions more.

"No."

"Okay," I slowly say trying to comprehend what is going on in Scott's little head," so we, let's keep in mind I didn't agree to this, are going to a formal where you don't have a suit for nor are you allowed in or have a ticket for?"

"With werewolves and werewolf hunters all out to kick your guys's asses," Stiles finishes.

"Yeah," Scott says," you gonna help us?"

"Hell yeah!" Stiles says enthusiastically.

"Oh lord," I mumble," why do I get the feeling ill have to kick ass in heels..."

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"I still don't see why you won't let me get you a date with someone on the lacrosse team," Lydia groans at me.

"Because Lyds," I answer," I prefer football players, our football team is shit, and at the end of the night I'd like to be cuddling a bottle of tequila."

Her constant reminder that I technically really didn't have a date, seeing as how Scott was my date only for his mom to see he was actually going with someone and after that he was going to find some neurotic way to get into the dance but Lydia still didn't know that yet. Anyway her always bringing that up reminded me of Derek and how he had promised me that he was going to pick me up before formal ended and we would be hanging out instead was like a stab to my heart. I had very little hope that he was actually going to show up though, it was small hope but it was still hope. Besides, I had thought he was dead before and somehow he had appeared.

"And what about you," Lydia says, turning to look at Allison," what's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong," Allison tells us both," I've just had a lot on my mind."

"Well you could smile at least, ever heard the saying never frown, someone could be falling in love with your smile," Lydia says, smiling herself.

Allison glances at me, her expression saying," is she serious?"

I mouth back," completely."

She rolls her eyes in amusement as I say," come on smile Allison I'm buying you guys dresses."

"We could have had Oscar de la Renta or Alexander McQueen but someone decided until the last minute she was actually going," Lydia says, a snarky tone in her voice.

I narrow my eyes," hey be happy I'm doing you the favor of buying you a dress and I driving you out to the biggest mall this side of California."

"I have to admit as far as apologizes go that's more then I expected," Allison says looking at me.

Technically it was an apology from Lydia but since I had bitched at her that one time when we were in survival mode I had opted to buy the dress while Lydia was the stylist.

"Excellent," Lydia says.

I clear my throat for a moment, readying myself for the death glare as I said," Lydia I have a favor to ask."

"What?" She says.

"Actually we both do," Allison says. So we may have come up with this when I picked her before Lydia was in the car.

"You are going to cancel on whatever pill popping, gtl obsessive, dumbass jock you said yes to and you are going to go with somebody else," I tell her.

She looks confused, asking," who?"

Allison glances over towards where Stiles was told to be which is near the perfume stand where he now has picked up one of the scented sprays and pressed down, earning an entire spritz to the face. He begins gagging, as the sales lady takes it from his hands.

"Him," Allison says to Lydia.

Lydia eyes widen in horror, while I laugh," awe don't frown Lyds, somebody could be falling in love with your smile."

Lydia looks back at Stiles, who has now waved over to us as she tries to hold back a scream. Instead she marches forward, ready to take on our requests.

----

"Okay," Stiles says as Lydia places another dress amongst the stack he now carries in his arms and walks away to another rack," so are you just gonna try these all on? Right now? All of them? Is this a 24 hours Macy's?"

Allison and I crack up for what feels like the hundredth time watching those two, already looking like a married couple.

"You know," Allison says, pushing another rack of dresses away," those two oddly enough seem perfect for each other."

I snicker as I watch Lydia throw another dress as stiles, this time both the straps of the dress manage to land on either side of his head. Stiles seems to mentally groan but not once has he asked her to stop, just simply questioned the capacity this girl had to shop.

"You're completely right," I say, shaking my head and laughing," its like an old married couple."

"Stydia?" Allison says after a moment.

"Oh definitely team Stydia," I nod along.

Allison nods, looking at one dress as she picks it up into the mirror.

"That's not your color," Peters voice says from behind me. Instantly I'm on high alert, next to Allison and grabbing her hand as if to say stranger danger," sorry if that was intrusive but considering your skin tone I'd go lighter."

"Cause I'm pale?" Allison asks, trying to sound friendly.

"Fair," Peter says," I mean you can't call skin like yours pale... not skin that perfect."

What do you know Peter the skin freak...

"Okay," Allison says, tugging at my arm so we move along.

"What are you?" I say kind of rude as we try to get by," a skin stylist?"

Peter gets in our way, looking at me once before going back to Allison," trust me I have a unique perspective on the subject. Do you mind?"

He grabs Allison's hand, and places it next to a dress.

"See," he says, approving the dress" much better."

He places the dress onto the rack when Allison shoots me a look, and I mouthing," grab your taser!"

He looks at me smirking as he says," and for you sweetheart I would say something gold... goddess like."

I narrow my eyes at him," kind of into the black trend right now... I'm sure you understand."

"You both aren't here alone are you?" He asks creepily and I'm taken back to the first time we had met, the same way he had spoken to me," shopping for dresses? You are here with other friends."

I nod," yup tons and tons, they should be looking for us now."

"High school dance?" He asks.

"Formal," Allison mumbles.

"Attention shoppers the owner of a blue Mazda license plate 5ENIC78 your car is being towed..."

"Did she just say blue Mazda?" Allison says looking at me.

I nod," yeah."

"Oh what!" she gasps," that's my car!"

Allison runs off, leaving me here with Peter as he stares me down. Scott must be here somewhere, I can't believe he towed her car.

"I've been looking for you everywhere my queen," he taunts," almost got you back... its a shame that mountain ash stopped me."

"Its a shame all these shoppers are here to stop me from putting my foot up your ass," I snap back.

"I have to say you both impress me with you ingenuity," Peter says amused," but you both can't be everywhere."

"I don't have to be everywhere," I almost growl," I just have to be in the right place at the right time to kill you before you get someone else."

"I believe Derek has had quite the effect on you," he says," quite the effect... you know if you really are hoping for him to show up at the dance I do suggest a golden dress."

"How about I suggest you go fuck yourself..."

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We are so near the end! OH MY GOD IM SO EXCITED! I've had the ending planned out since the beginning of this book!

Okay so time for another sneak peek!

Placing the palms of my hands onto his shoulders I lean forward and gently place my lips onto his soft one, squeezing his shoulder where I had cut him. His breath catches once before I feel him slump backwards and fall unconscious!

I sigh in frustration, slapping him in the face a couple of times as he regains consciousness and groan at him," you know! You can't keep passing out on me! You're suppose to be helping me not passing out too! Out of the 15 times I've kissed you 12 of those you've been the one to fall asleep."