"You can't go in there Imelda!" Stiles screams from behind me, trying to keep up in his lacrosse gear that probably weighs a ton on his lanky body.

"Stiles I could honestly give a damn wether Coach thinks I'm an extreme pervert or not, right now we need to talk to Scott," I speed walk forward, dodging Stiles attempts to grip my arm and stop me.

The boys locker room is right ahead of me and as much as my nose is scrunching up in disgust I ignore it and walk forward, my boots stomping against the tile.

The doors swing loudly behind me as I walk the corner where the lockers are and the boys stare wide eyed at me. Some even walk the other way avoiding me, I guess I have my bitch face on.

Scotts yanking off his gear, breathing heavily and his hearts beating different then it should be for a werewolf.

"Allison's father, he's the hunter," he repeats over and over when Stiles and I stand in front of him.

"Did he get a good look at your face that night?" I ask him.

He shook his head, I feel like he couldn't even hear me. His head was probably going over and over what was going on.

"Allison's dad is the hunter," he repeated that over and over.

"Yeah, Guess no sleepover for me and Allison," I murmur with a bit of humor. Unfortunately Scott doesn't think it's funny, in fact I'm pretty sure he's not even listening to us.

I sigh and look at Stiles, this is his best friend so he must know how to get him to listen.

"Scott!" Stiles yells at him," you need to get it together okay! It's time for lacrosse! We will figure this out soon!"

Scotts still just mumbling words over and over, there nothing coming out of his mouth. I hear coach blow his whistle for the beginning of practice to commence and roll my eyes.

"It's time to use more aggressive actions," I mumble to Stiles and push him behind me.

I grab the lacrosse gear Scotts dropped onto the dirty tiles floor and shove it into his chest.

Snapping my fingers in front of his face a couple times seems to sort of get his attention, his eyes focus on me but I can still see his minds racing everywhere.

I grab one of his hands to hold his gear and then, with my free hand, grip his chin so he's finally focused fully on what I say.

"Listen Scott, right now you're going to go out there and play Lacrosse okay! Forget about what's going on right now and just play Lacrosse. We will deal with Allison later, Stiles and I will help you find a solution. For now let's try to deal with you not wolfing out in the middle of lacrosse practice," My voice was affirmative and Scott nodded along to everything I said.

I pulled back from invading Scotts personal space and looked at both boys," I'll see you guys out on the lacrosse field. Then we can go out and get something to eat or something and discuss his crap fest."

Stiles stepped up then and slapped him a couple of times with his gloves," come on buddy just focus on Lacrosse."

I nodded to both boys and then practically ran out of the locker room, there were other people standing around on the bleachers ready to watch the practice begin. I didn't understand why anyone would willingly sit on hard bleachers to watch a practice in the middle of winter. Who's smart idea was it to have lacrosse in the winter anyway?

I walked and causally sat in the first row, no one seemed to notice where I had just walked out of but some of the boys were talking about my appearance.

Scott and Stiles walked out then, just as coach began to order them around.

Jackson had been practicing out in the field for awhile then coach screamed at him to grab a long stick. He walked over to where all the equipment was which just so happened to be near me and smiled at me.

"Good luck Jackson," I said to him, a friendly smile on my face.

He stops," what are you doing at practices? You never come to them?"

I shrug my shoulders," new semester, new me I guess."

He nods and goes back to practice, defending the goalie as everyone lined up in attempt to make it past him.

Scott lined up while Stiles went behind him. I thought about Stiles, feeling bad that he was never going to get actual playing time, I didn't think it was right. Maybe now that Scotts really good he can help him to make it on first line.

Anyways, Scott lined up ready to get around Jackson.

The nerves are eating away at my stomach as I chew at my nails," come on Scotty."

I can tell his heads not in the game, it's probably filled with our recent discovery and added problem.

Coach blows his whistle," McCall let's go!"

Scott snaps his head forward and nods, Coach blows the whistle and Scott starts running towards Jackson. I'm holding my breath and watching as Scotts slammed into the grass. Jesus, Jackson this isn't WWE what the hell was that!

I groan and shove my hands into my eyes, this isn't going to end well again.

As if it couldn't get any worse Coach being the ever so inspiring man he is walks over and taunts Scott," Hey McCall! My grandmother can move faster then that and she's dead! Do you think you can move faster then the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?"

Scotts staring dead at Jackson though, his eyes narrowing and heart picking up with anger.

"Yes coach," he says slowly, still glaring at a smirking Jackson.

Scotts eyes start glowing gold then, a bright gold.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!" I silently yell and start moving down the bleachers towards the field.

I move next to Stiles," we need to be prepared to grab Scott okay!"

He nods and I close my hand around his wrist, I feel like I'm going to throw up. Scotts going to do something stupid I can just tell.

Stiles keeps looking down at me and then the field," are you okay? Can you feel anything?"

I shake my head," just nerves but Scotts going to wolf out his eyes are glowing gold."

"Gold?" He asks me.

I nod my head," yeah gold."

He nods but there's more going around his head then he's telling me.

It doesn't matter because Coach yells," McCall going to do it again."

Scott walks back to the beginning and Jackson gets into position. Oh Jackson, if you only knew how bad you've fucked up.

Jacksons eyes move towards the bleachers where he searches for a moment before looking around until he sees me standing with Stiles and confusion laces his eyes before looking downwards towards my tight hold on stiles wrist.

I can't tell what's going around his face but I'm almost positive I'll be questioned about it later. Oh well...

Coach blows the whistle then and Scott runs forward, Jackson prepares to once again spear Scott to the ground but is terribly incorrect.

Scott slams into Jackson, everyone visibly cringes as the captain slams hard into the ground and I swear something has been sprained. Jackson sprawled out on the ground while Scott didn't even score, instead he's dropped the stick and ball, holding his head with lots of pressure.

"Get Scott," I instantly yell at Stiles," let me check on Jackson first and then I'll go with you."

I run along with the other players towards my injured friend," Jackson!"

I slide agains the dirt and dirty my jeans before looking him over,"What's hurting?"

He keeps mumbling about his shoulders, there's pain written all over his face and he's clamping his teeth together to keep from crying and screaming I don't know. All the other players including coach are swarming around us as I try taking off his helmet.

Someone pushes me out of the way though and I'm blocked from seeing Jackson, he yells," Imelda!"

I can't help him though, the others they can, coach can call the ambulance and I'll go later but for now I need to go save a crazed werewolf.

I stand up, following Scott and Stiles who are running into the locker room. I start to jog and then stop abruptly when I see Derek Hale off to the side and glaring at Scott, he hasn't noticed me yet but Jackson screams my name again and his eyes snap to me.

I ignore Jacksons calls and narrow my eyes at Derek who's keeping things from both Scott and I, more from me though as he's yet to tell me what I am.

"Stay away from him," I growl out and continue following my friends.

"Get away from me!" Echoes from the lockers, it sounds so much like Scott but there's this much darker side to it that has me running much faster towards them.

He's going to hurt Stiles, I can't let this happen. When I've finally reached my destination I find Scott crouched and running after Stiles who's pushing backwards on all fours. Scotts just about to pounce when I grab his jersey from behind and use what supernatural strength I possess to yank him backwards. He falls and crashes against the tiled walls while I crouch in front of Stiles and I push everything I have inside me to have my eyes morph the golden iris they need to.

I turn back around to look at Stiles," run!" I yell at him and push him between the lockers.

He grabs my arms and we both hide between the lockers while Scott growls loudly from the front. It's quiet for a moment and Stiles heart hammers on.

And then Scotts jumping on top of the lockers, growling terribly loud. I stand in front of my petrified friend ready to grab at Scott before he even tries to scratch him.

I hear Stiles move further back, Scott sees the opportunity and jumps but Stiles is prepared and fires back with the fire extinguisher. The tons of pressurized water hits Scott square in the face. He's distracted for that brief moment and I take full advantage, jumping onto him until he is slammed into the ground and I've got him pinned underneath me.

He yells and scratches at me before I've managed to grip both his arms and yell loudly as ever into his face," SCOTT!"

My scream does it, he stops everything and closes his eyes at the same time. I take the deepest breath I've ever felt, my lungs hurt when I let it go. Stiles from behind me drops the fire extinguisher in relief as well.

I let go of Scotts hands that have now gone back to just fingernails, not claws, and lean back, wiping away the white mist that's in my hair.

"Glad that's over with," I mumble.

Scott opens his eyes then, they are back to just regular brown and he looks surprised that I'm sitting on him.

"Imelda? Stiles?" He asks out of breath," what happened?"

Stiles walks over to the both of us and takes a seat on the wooden benches near us, yanking off his gloves," well you tired to kill us, it's like I told you, it's the anger, it's your pulse rising, it's your trigger."

"But thats lacrosse," Scott defends," its a pretty violent game if you haven't noticed."

I throw my hands in the air," well it's gonna be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field!"

Stiles nods along," you can't play Saturday you're going to have to get out of the game."

"But I'm first line," Scott says stunned.

"Not anymore," Stiles informs him and as much as it pains me to see Scotts face I have to agree with Stiles.

Stiles then decides to change the subject, looking at me," your eyes?"

I raise an eyebrow and nod along," what about them?"

"They changed colors," he details.

"Yeah they flash gold when I push myself to be a wolf, right?" I look back at Scott for support.

He shakes his head," no I noticed it too, yours aren't gold."

I look at both of them in surprise," then what are they?"

"Silver," Scott told me," since the night of the party, your eyes glow a shiny silver, like the moon."

Stiles nods along," yeah, I noticed it too when you jumped out of the car. It's not just that though, you can control the change even on a full moon. You're a werewolf that's for sure, you can run and smell just like them and you were bit."

"So what you both are saying is, we know I'm a werewolf but we don't know what I am."

"Yup."

"Yeah."

"Fucking awesome," I groaned and laid my head on Stiles knee.

"Ugh Imelda," Scott awkwardly says," can you get off me."

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"So how's Jackson?" Stiles voice came through the speaker of my iPhone.

I dropped my car keys on the nearest table and yawned, exhausted from my hectic life," he's pissed at me, I'm not sure why though but he'll get over it. Anyways, after Lydia and him shut up from saying things about Scott the doctors informed us he has a separated shoulder."

"Wow," Stiles said, fake concern," that bad huh?"

"Yeah, I just got home. Lydia made me drive her to the hospital as soon as she found me and we've been with Jackson ever since. I drove Jackson home since he refused to go with his parents but he wouldn't talk to me," I informed my friend.

The house was clean, I could smell lemon pledge and Febreeze sprayed everywhere, which also means my kitchen was stocked up on food again. The pantry was my first destination where I ripped open one of the 5 bags of Ruffle chips I had and started munching on the potatoe slices straight from the bag as Stiles talked.

"Wow, so that means he might not play and Scott will be accountable for getting the team to victory."

Through a mouthful I managed to say," yeah that's what it's looking like."

"This is just great," Stiles voice sounded defeated," another thing. Okay well, I better go call Scott and tell him."

"Poor Scott," I mumble.

"Hey Imelda, you know finding out what you are is a priority for us too right? I promise I will stay up half the night researching until I find out! You, Scott, and I can spend the whole night researching until we find something," He rambles on and I can't help but smile.

"Stiles, thank you for trying to help but until I'm a danger or threat in killing someone lets focus on Scott," I say to him," go tell Scott what he needs to prepare for."

"Okay, goodnight Imelda I'll see you tomorrow."

"Night Stiles."

I end the call and then listen to the silence in the house, what a week it's been really. I never thought that I would be friends with kids like Stiles or Scott, and that I would also be considered popular. Now not only had all of that happens but I've become some type of wolf thing and the only person that can tell me what I am is currently stalking my friend.

"Fuck my life," I say aloud, the words echoing off the empty walls.

I grab the bag of chips, Oreos from the pantry, and bright blue Gatorade before stomping upstairs to my bedroom. I should watch a movie or something to get my mind off of it, take a hot shower and then just lay around. I'll just save the food for later. Yeah that sounds like a good ending. I grab my pajamas and undergarments, and head to the hot shower that awaits me.

It doesn't take long for me to shower and brush my hair, I find so much comfort in just doing these simple things to make me relax. When I'm done in my shower I walk back towards my bedroom where food and mind movies await me.

My bedroom is colder then usual when I step inside, it's one of the giant windows, the things wide open and winter air seeping through. I stare at the opening, I didn't leave my window open? Unless...

I turn around quickly, ready to fight whatever is inside my room when I notice who's standing in the shadows of my room. I'm slammed into the nearest wall besides the door and a hand covers the gasp that is involuntary let out from the sudden pain. Derek lays most of his weight against me and pins both my arms above my head with one arms, his mouth barely whispering a ," sshh..."

He listens for a moment, finding it strange that there's no one else inside but us two.

I try explaining to him it's only us so he can quit the hostage act but it's muffled.

"Where are your parents?" He asks me, jade eyes burning into my sockets.

He moves his hand so I can speak," no ones here! Let go of me! What do you want!"

But he doesn't comply with my request, instead merely tilts my head upwards and places his ear next to my chest, he's so warm and his breath tickles the skin," why is your heartbeat so high?"

"Because I just ran a 12k! Why do you think genius! It's not everyday someone jumps me in my own bedroom!" I yell.

"Calm down and say it again!" He orders.

"What?"

"Calm your heartbeat and say no ones home again so I can see if you're lying!" He instructs me.

"Are you serious right now! Do you know how insane you sound! How would you like it if I randomly ambushed you at your house one day huh?" My torso begins pushing upwards so he will move away from me. My cheeks are a bright pink, I'm not wearing a bra and the tiny shorts I wear do little to hide me.

I'm going to start wearing sweats to bed, I swear...

He's like a rock though, firm and stubborn, not moving once so I decide to comply. It's hard to lower my heart beat with him breathing so close to my skin though, I can feel goosebumps rising. I concentrate though, biting my lip and taking deep breaths until all I feel is relaxed, which isn't hard when his body is warm and smell is appealing.

"No one is home," I repeat one more steady.

When he finally realizes I'm not lying he lifts his head from my chest and goes back to giving me an angry face," you need to get Scott out of the game or else he will expose both of us!"

"Is that really why you came here! You think we didn't realize that earlier when he hulked out!" I'm so pissed right now I would yell louder if I wasn't afraid my neighbors would head.

"If anyone find out about us then it won't just be the hunters after us it will be everyone! Especially for you! They won't come for Scott or I first, they will want you and only you once they've realized what you are!" He growls, tightening his grip on my hands.

"What am I! Tell me what I am! Why am I so different?" I ask him, breathless.

"Just tell you will stop Scott from playing Saturday!" His eyes burn with every word he says.

I try to pull my hands away once more, but he won't let go so I huff and say," I promise."

He nods and let's go, but grips my jaw with one hand and leans in further," if he plays Saturday and you don't stop him, I will kill him."

I slap his hand away and tell him with every inch of anger lacing my voice," if you go after Scott or any of my friend then I kill you!"

He smiles, taunting me to do such a thing before walking out of my bedroom without another word. When I run after him he's nowhere in the hallway, I don't hear him anywhere.

I grab my phone, and dial Scotts number once I realize there's no one near," Scott!"

He cuts me off," yeah, he showed up here too..."

Turn out Derek really is trying to keep werewolves a secret, he threatened Scott while he was talking to Stiles before threatening me. I run around everywhere in the house making sure the windows and doors are locked before placing the code in for the alarm.

I really have to start setting that alarm...

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"Hey Allison!" I greet my tall dark haired friend who's opening up her locker just as the bell rings," where too?"

"Hey and French!" She says and begins spinning the lock," what are you doing out here?"

"Free period," I inform her and shrug," it's one of many perks of taking classes before. I'll walk you to class since I have nothing better to do."

She nods along," before I forget! After the game all of us are going out! Come! It's going to be Lydia, Jackson, Scott, and I maybe Stiles will come too! It's gonna be a goodnight!"

I shrug my shoulders," Lydia has probably already forced me into going so why not."

She smiles in agreement, pleased that we will get to spend some quality time together although I bet it won't be much seeing as how her and Scott will be all over one another. Well that is if Scott plays tomorrow night...

Allison sticks her hand inside her locker and then pulls out a black blazer, wait a minute, is that the one she wore to the party?

"Did you bring this for me?" She asks confused.

My mind goes back to that night before it got hectic and I remember she wasn't wearing it when we got home.

I shake my head answering her," no, I didn't even know you forgot it."

"Do you think Scott brought it for me?" She asks.

I shrug my shoulder and then hear breathing behind us, towards the corner where another hall is.

"What is that?" I whip around and look for it.

"Did you hear something?" Allison whispers, her heart picking up.

"Yes, stay right there," I say lowly to her and creep down the hallway.

There's footsteps moving fast as soon as I take the first step, but they are so later I only hear 5 before nothing.

I turn the corner and see nothing, but the smells there. It's there, it's Derek Hale.

Of course it would be him.

I told him! I told him not to come near my friends!

I take a calming breaths so I won't look pissed and then back to Allison who is ready to run down the hall.

"What was it?" She asks me.

I force my shoulders upwards," nothing, just some kid running late to class. Hey I just remembered I have to get something out of my car before the next class, I'll see you later okay?"

She nods and smile before walking down that hall.

I growl as soon as she's out of sight.

Derek Hale has no idea who he's dealing with.

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I slammed the car door of my Andre, before stepping out to the burnt remains of what is the Hale mansion" DEREK! DEREK FUCKING HALE!"

It took me less time then I thought to find where he would be. Honestly, I owned most of beacon hills there was no way Derek could hide any part of his history from me. The drive here took more time then I thought, the house being on the outskirts of beacon hills. My phone was vibrating constantly in the cup holder of the car, when I would glance it was mostly just Scott and Stiles although some where from Allison and Lydia. I ignored them though, I had one problem to deal with, I was going to get answers and revenge.

There's a faint smell that tickles at my nose and makes me want to puke, I also notice a mountain of dirt piled but that isn't my concern right now.

I'm yelling at the top of my lungs when I kick the barely standing door open," get out here you ignorant asshole!"

I walk until I'm in the middle of a grand living room, searching or hearing for them.

I hear movement, the air cutting around me before I feel him standing behind me.

"I told you," my hands squeeze into fists," I told you to leave my friends alone. You went after Allison of all people."

"I sent it as a warning to Scott! He needs to get out of the game tomorrow!" He growls back.

I turn and push him back," what do you think he's stupid! Of course he's doing it!"

He narrows his eyes pissed at my actions," don't do that."

"You asshole! I told you if you went for one of my friend what I would do! You thought I was lying! Do you even know how easy it would be for me to kill you and get away with it! I wouldn't even need to turn into whatever the hell I am! Speaking of, tell me what I am right now or so help me I will rip off a piece of burnt wood and turn you into a werewolf lollipop!"

"So you really want to know what you are," he says it with fierceness and then begins to walk forward, forcing me to run backwards until my backs hit a wall and dust flies around us.

Once again he pins me to a wall, his rock like body not wavering once, push at him," get off me!"

"You really want to know what you are?" He growls at me, the husky voice sending chills down my back.

I swallow the lump in my throat and growl right back," I'm a werewolf that's what I am."

He smiles, that taunting grin that makes my blood boil," you're not just any werewolf, you know why?"

I full in response and wait for him to continue.

He trails his hand from my left wrist upwards, grazing my skin softly, and my heart rate quickens," your heart it's beating fast enough for you to have shifted already but you don't. Not even under the full moons power."

His hand drops once more, but this time he digs his claws into my pelvis, I yelp," what the hell are you doing!"

Derek then pulls them away, further making a scream escape from my lips," you heal much faster then a normal werewolf should."

When I look down at what should be tiny holes in my sides and crimson red pouring out there
is nothing but traces of left over blood.

My eyes widen, when I look down at it. I realize that even when I was first bit it healed in a matter of hours while Scotts took almost a day.

Derek surprises me by placing his nose at the base of my throat and then up towards me hair, his warm breath hearing my cheeks" you don't smell like a normal werewolf. You smell human."

I hold my breath, biting at my lip from turning my head and doing what I've wanted to for a week at this asshole who's hurting my friends. I need to refuse the urge to punch or kiss him because he is going to give me the answers I desperately want.

He pulls back then, leaving a coldness once more, but his hands go up to trace the dark circles under my eyes with the bad of his thumbs. I shut them automatically, I can't look at him," and your eyes I bet they don't glow red like an alphas or yellow and blue like a betas. Do they?"

He's asking to see my eyes? Why does he want to see my eyes shift?

I have to show him my eyes so I force the switch inside my head to shift them and then open them wide up.

And Derek says," they shine silver like a Dea."

"A what?" I ask in disbelief.

But he doesn't get to elaborate because we hear bicycle tires speeding through the gravel and dirt.

It's thrown on the ground by a very angry werewolf along with other things and he yells," Derek! Derek! Get out here! "

When I turn my head to look out the window for Scott I see him staring in the same direction where the mountain of dirt was. I can see he's thrown off his backpack.

I look back and see Derek's gone, but I know he's outside.

Scott snaps his head back in the direction," Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything!"

"Dammit," I murmur and run out the front door where Derek is walking down towards Scott.

I run past him and stand next to Scott, eyes narrowed but mind racing.

"What if she does Scott?" Derek asks him, jumping down from the porch," you think your little buddy Stiles can google Werwolves or what Imelda is and now you've got all the answers? Is that it? You don't get it yet Scott but I'm looking out for the both of you! Think about what could happen Scott, you're out on the field, the aggression takes over, and you shift in front of everyone!"

Derek bends over to retrieve the lacrosse stick tucked away in Scotts backpack

"Your mom, all your friends and when they see you," he digs his claws into it, ripping it apart," everything falls apart."

I growl at him and grip a handful of Scotts sweater so he doesn't swing, but Derek throws the stick at me. Scott and I both reach our hands out to grab it but when we look back at Derek, I to throw at his face, he's gone.

"Fucking asshole," I mumble lowly before turning to Scott and picking up his backpack," come on Scott I'll give you a ride home. Put the bike in the trunk."

When we are far enough away from the Hale house and Derek himself I turn to look at Scott as he does the same time.

"You smelled it too," he says to me.

I nod my head," yes I did, call Stiles."

TADAAAAAA!!!!!

Has anyone noticed that the chapter titles are usually lyrics from songs?

So you all found out what Imelda is called but you don't know what she can do! Just wait on it...

-voidallison left me with mystery so I had to as well ;)
-Ashley