-Chapter One-

Scott McCall was a normal teenage boy, juggling school along with work as he plans out parties, has hundreds of friends, has two parents that love him, and is the captain of the football team. Hold on- what Scott McCall are you talking about? We're talking about Scott McCall, a werewolf who has just earned his title as True Alpha, along with struggling to graduate high school and trying to keep his family and friends safe. Did we mention that his ex-girlfriend is a hunter, supposed to kill werewolves like Scott, but sticking to helping him, his best friend is helping him stay on track with the whole werewolf side, his friend, or maybe just like, a not friend, is something, like a banshee, but she doesn't really see it that way, and his, well, possible friend was turned into a werewolf, who was also his co-captain in lacrosse, moved to London, and is trying to keep up with his werewolf side. It's been a week since the lunar ellipse, since Scott had earned the True Alpha title, since his father showed up in town, since his friends were saved by Stiles who was in a car accident just before everything went down, but survived, and since Derek Hale, the alpha who know is a beta as he gave up his power to save someone he loves, left Beacon Hills, just for the time being.

"Scott McCall, do you mind paying attention in class or do we just have to make a slip out to detention again?" The teacher asked, looking at Scott who looked up as she whispered, "again," like it was some secret between the teacher and him.

"Sorry." Scott said as he focused on what the teacher was doing, not looking over at Stiles, Allison, or Lydia who were looking over at him.

"Okay, then." The teacher said, walking back over to the chalkboard as he continued going through his lesson, the class scribbling down the same notes the teacher was writing.

Trying his best to focus on what the teacher was writing, the thoughts of what happened last week clouded his mind, still having the main one on his father who had stayed at a motel out of town for a few days. His mother continued her same routine, forgetting about her husband and Scott was still going to school, trying to make this year a better year than last year, but it's kind of hard to do when a teacher, Mrs. Blake, was secretly a monster who was sacrificing people and when the newest sacrifices was his mother, Melissa McCall, Stiles' father, John Stilinski, and Allison's father, Chris Argent. Shaking out the last news images, he looked down to see a note on his desk written by Allison. Picking it up, he flipped it open to see the words, "Are you okay," written on a line on the paper and he put it down, writing, "Everything's fine. Are you okay?"

Sending the note over to Allison, he continued to stare at the chalkboard, waiting for the note to fly back over which it eventually did. Flipping it open once more, he saw the words, "Still shaken up by what happened last week, but I'm okay. You had this look on your face like you were going to pass out," on the line and he wrote back, leaving a, "It's just that I have been thinking of my father. It's nothing, Allison."

Once it was given to Allison, he waited for it to come back, which it did and the only thing, the last thing, that Allison written was, "As long as you're okay."

Taking the note in his fist, he crammed it together, making it into a small ball before he put it in his bag, focusing on the chalkboard the best he could. Little did he know that Allison was looking at him, still on the side to think that he wasn't as fine as he was telling her.

"Scott," Allison's voice rang out as he walked out of the classroom, the bell ringing as it took out the sound of Allison running to him. "Scott."

Taking her hand, she pulled him back as she looked at him, holding him against the wall as she watched students go pass them. Opening her mouth, she began to say, "What is wrong with you? I know that what happened has us all a little uneasy, but ignoring me doesn't help."

"Allison, I wasn't trying to ignore you. Just- you told me to stay away from you. That's what I'm doing and, trust me, it's not easy when half my classes are with you." Scott replied, taking her hand off his shoulder as he tried to pass her, only for her to stop him.

"It doesn't help me when you're not admitting that what happened doesn't bother you anymore. You just can't push your feelings away, Scott. Trust me, I've tried to do that and all it does is bring them closer and closer, making you want to just scream. It helps to talk about it and, even though I said to stay away from me, you can tell me what you're feeling." Allison said, watching Scott glance at her before he broke out of her hold, walking off as he turned a corner, leaving her standing, wondering if he would ever open up.

On his way to his last class, he saw Stiles rush over to him, making him stop from going to his next class, that, surprised of what he was saying, he couldn't wait to attend.

"What is wrong with you lately?" Stiles questioned, staring at Scott looked like he wanted to just take off to his class.

"First, Allison, and now you. Are you all trying to make me made, because I don't do well when I'm made, and of all people, you should know that the best, Stiles." Scott told him, not believing that suddenly everyone cared about how he felt.

"She doesn't need to say anything, Scott. You look like you are going to pass out." Stiles noted, seeing Scott paler than he has ever been in his whole life, which made him curious as he usually was tan, not even close to a pale color.

"I'm fine, Stiles. You don't see me collapsing or anything, do you?" Scott backed up against the wall, suddenly feeling like the weight of the world was on his shoulders and he heard his voice get harder to hear, like he was going through a tunnel, and his vision began to blur, like everything was covered in a mist.

"Scott, you seriously look like you are going to die. No, scratch that, you look like you are dead and have been dead for a decade." Stiles watched Scott start to fall against the wall, him starting to close his eyes just a little as he tried to look at Stiles.

"Stiles," Scott whispered, his books dropping as his bag fell onto the pile of books, him putting his hands against the wall as his lungs felt like a million bricks were putting pressure on his chest. "I'm fine."

Scott didn't know why he was saying that he fine as he could barely breath, his balance was like someone was pulling him down, his hearing felt like he was underwater, and his vision looked like he was seeing through a kaleidoscope. Suddenly everything came together, throwing Scott down as his vision completely blacked out, him letting go of everything as the last thing he heard was Allison next to him, calling an ambulance as Stiles tried to wake him back up.

A voice slipped into his mind, making him come out of his darkness as he saw his mother in front of his eyes, sitting in a chair as she held his hand. Blinking once more, he saw her smile as she hugged him, happy than he had finally woke up.

"Scott," She began to say, pulling his face out so his eyes could look into her's as she said, "You have been out for a total of forty-eight hours and eleven minutes."

"That's impossible. It seems like a minute ago I just passed out," He mumbled to himself, looking up to his mother's face as he quickly asked, "What happened?"
"Stiles was with you when you collapsed. What he described to me was, 'Scott looked like he had been dead for a decade and I noticed that he was off balance.' Allison described the same thing, only saying that she thought you weren't breathing when she saw you and earlier, when she talked to you, you didn't seem like yourself and you were paler than a ghost." Melissa retold the quotes of Stiles and Allison to Scott who looked awfully surprised at what she was telling him.

"Do you know what happened to me when they brought me in?" Scott asked, rethinking his memories of talking to Allison and Stiles, seeing them worry for his appearance and how his emotions were being handled.

"Doctor Malcolm told me that it seemed you had an asthma attack and you have been having it for several hours, but it didn't feel like it until two days ago. Has something happened that you aren't telling me?" Melissa wondered, knowing his asthma days were over, just for the time being as he was a werewolf, nevertheless, a True Alpha, which he was reminded of by Stiles who said it every day since the lunar ellipse.

"Honestly, I don't know what happened. It's all just this blur in my mind. Anyway, you're saying I've been unconscious for two whole days?" Scott asked, hoping it was his mind playing tricks, but it might as well said he's been out for years as the headache pounded, making him want to break open his skull to stop it.

"Allison has visited you four times and, Stiles, well, he never moved from this chair until this morning when he had to go to school. I tell you, that kid is more worried for you than he is for himself. The nurse that was taking care of you at the time told him to leave, but he simply refused. Once I got here, I promised you were going to be alright without him for an hour or so and he still wouldn't move, so we simply left him. Doctor Malcolm said once you woke up, you could leave, but he wasn't too sure of you walking up like I was." Melissa told Scott as she stood up, helping Scott up as he changed back into his clothes, walking out of the room, unknowing of the flowers that sat upon the windowsill. Written on the white card that was tied to the flowers was, "Scott, I know we haven't been close in a while, but I still wanted to check on you once I heard you were in the hospital. Hope you wake up soon. -Dad"

"Going to school tomorrow?" Melissa asked, putting it more like a statement, but with less words and a little confusing if it was a statement.

"Just because I passed out two days ago doesn't mean I need a whole week off." Scott said, Melissa stopping him as she looked at him, give a small laugh as she looked into his eyes, dead serious.

"I wanted to know if you wanted a day off, not a whole week off. When that happens, pigs are gonna be flying, Scott. You aren't becoming 'Last-Year-Scott.'" Melissa replied, walking into the kitchen as she saw Scott listen, heading upstairs to his room where he would collapse as he was exhausted.

A two day nap just wasn't going to do it for Scott.

Opening his door, he walked over to his bed, dropping as he instantly fell asleep on the sleep that he deserved for the events that had taken place. After fifteen minutes, Melissa came upstairs, wanting to ask Scott how he was doing, but seeing he was passed out on his bed. Smiling, she walked over to him, pulling the blanket from under him as she gently laid it upon Scott before leaving the room, shutting the door.

"Scott wasn't at the hospital." Stiles said as he came inside, not bothering to knock as he already knew he was welcomed inside.

"You know, knocking would come in handy and save my cups from suffering the cruel fate of shattering." Melissa mumbled as she bent down to pick up the shatter glass pieces of the floor, Stiles running into the room.

"Did you hear me?" Stiles asked, staring at Melissa as she stood back up, tossing the broken pieces into the trash before turning back to Stiles.

"He's upstairs in his room sleeping." She said, watching him take off to the stairs, saying a quick, "Thanks," before Melissa stopped him by saying, "Stiles, he's sleeping."
"He's sleeping. I've heard." Stiles confirmed as he watched Melissa walk over to the door, opening it as she repeated, "He's sleeping."

"He's sleeping." He finally understood what she was getting to, walking from the stairs to the door, disappointed of not being able to see Scott.

"And Stiles," Melissa shouted after Stiles who was halfway to his jeep, him turning around as he looked at Melissa. "No going through windows or any other place you can get through in this house."

Shutting the door, Melissa went back to what she was doing, grabbing another glass, making sure that Stiles was gone before she poured herself a drink, wanting to save her glass from another terrible accident.