Present Time

"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture," The tattoo artist said as he looked at 17 year old Scott McCall, who was sitting on the seat - ready to get his first tattoo. Stiles Stilinski and Emma Morrison leaned against the wall, nearby watching and waiting. 

"You sure you want this done?" Emma asked Scott, pulling up her own sleeve to show a visible tattoo on her lower arm. "It hurts like hell," She said, referring to something else - knowing that the tattoo would heal over and he would have to have it burned to get it to show. 

"I'm sure Em," He said, and she sighed before nodding. The 18 year old, that was in senior year and turning 19 in two months time - looked at her 17 year old best friend. Stiles nudged her side before standing up.

"Hey Scott, you sure you don't want something like this?" Stiles asked, showing him a tattoo drawing off a Kanima and Emma rolled her eyes at the question, idiot. "Too soon?" He asked and the brunette nodded.

"Yeah," Stiles drawled and the girl beside him chuckled, at the typical spastic standing beside her. "I don't know man, are you sure about this? I mean these things are pretty permanent?" He questioned again and Emma slapped him hard.

"What's Stiles is meaning, is are you sure you want something with no meaning at all?" She asked, cocking a brow at the unexperinced male and he nodded - she shrugged her shoulders and waited for it to be done. 

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"Derek fucking Hale!" Emma shouted as she walked into the loft, ready to kill the bastard that had blew up her phone with missed calls and text messages. She found him, pulling himself up on the bar and she grabbed him throwing him across the room.

"What's this about an Alpha pack being in town?" Emma sneered, her eyes shining the blue colour - Derek knew now that she was beyond pissed and he had no idea why. He rubbed his arms before he was near ambushed again by the younger girl.

He grabbed her arm and flipped her over, "Why are you so pissed off that I didn't tell you?" He questions, he sees the shining in her eyes - confirming they were tears he pulled her up and dragged her into his sweaty body.

"If it's something you'd rather not talk about we won't." He said, and Emma nodded as tears rolled down her cheeks. Dammit, she had promised herself that she would never cry again.

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"Don't you realise what you are dealing with?" A growl asked as Emma walked into the hospital, her claws extended just in case she needed to help out in anyway possible. Emma watched as Derek ran into the elevator just as she heard.

"I'm an Alpha." He growled at Scott.

"So am I," He answered, before throwing him out of the elevator and right over to Emma - she put her heel on his back.

"Hello, sweetheart. Let's have some fun shall we?" Emma questioned, before slamming him up against the wall. His eyes widened as he looked at her.

"Kat?" He asked and she cocked a brow this time. 

"Emma." She said, before throwing him so hard against the wall and put her claws behind his head - taking his memories of her easily. 

"Derek, get Issac and Scott and let's get outta here!" She shouted before running out of the hospital. Her friends right behind her.