Once Scott had left, I took a deep breath to try and calm my mind down before I looked back at him. "Are you gonna tell me the truth or perhaps anything useful or should I go before you waste more of my time?" I asked and he narrowed his eyes looking back at me. It felt like he was contemplating something.

"I have a proposition for you," he finally stated and I was about to protest before I realised that it was probably a good idea. Crossing me arms, I turned my body slightly tilting my head to try and make it look like I wasn't as interested as I was. I probably just looked like an idiot.

"What kind of proposition?"

His smirk grew before he started walking down the steps, "come on, we're going for a ride." For god sake. I just wanted answers. That's all I wanted and all he had done was make me more confused.

Climbing into the passenger seat of the car, I watched him as he began to drive, "so this proposition?"

"You have a very one track mind. Not the fun kind either," he joked.

"I can be fun when I want to be," I countered quickly.

"Your idea of fun is playing a game of chess with yourself and finding weaknesses in your own plays," he pointed out and I opened my mouth to respond but found I couldn't. He was right. Was I really that boring? "Although I suppose, you do come out with some strange things. Like how close dogs are related to wolves and the need to point out your shorts to the world..." he trailed off. Heat rose to my cheeks as I covered my mouth letting my elbow rest on the side of the car.

"You saw that?" I muttered not knowing what else to say.

"Saw it, heard it, thought about it..."

"Thought... about it?" I repeated, but he didn't say anything this time. "You still haven't told me the proposition."

"Right, you figure out what to do next on the board and I'll tell you."

"You mean, if I work out how to win against your move, you'll tell me everything?"

"Yes."

I nodded slowly to show my understanding, "your an ass," I finalised. I was never going to find out.

"Yep."

At the confirmation, I bit down on my lip trying to contain my smile, but it only ended up making it worse as a laugh fell out instead and he soon began laughing in turn. You wouldn't think I'd found out he was a murderer a few days days before. Nor that I now knew about a whole other world which hadn't been on my chest board before.

Pulling to a stop I lent forward glancing at the sign in front of us. Beacon Hills hospital. "Stay here, I'll be out in a second," he said and I nodded slowly although he didn't even give enough time for a response as he left.

Looking around, I tried to find something to entertain myself with before I lent back just enough so that I could see the ceiling. The chess parts grew and I could see everything. I was now dying to work it out faster than ever as there was actually something to be gained out of it other than not being tricked in the same way again. Nothing.

Sighing I straightened back out tugging my phone out in hopes of playing games until Derek came back. It was mere moments later when a wave of anger, confusion and desperation hit my head and I knew full well they weren't my emotions. I was angered and desperate to figure it all out, but nowhere near to that extent. That was the third time this had happened, was there something wrong with me? Was this something you were supposed to go the hospital about? I couldn't be sure.

Derek soon returned and there was a new look in his eyes, "you okay?" I asked and he nodded beginning to drive again and my eyes settled on the gas light which was blinking since the fuel was almost on empty, "your cars not," I added on trying to lighten the mood and he glanced at me confused, "gas."

"Right," he muttered as he saw it.

We went to the gas station and I just flicked through my phone again as he filled up the tank. I was tempted to google the answers to the chess issue, but then I suppose that would be cheating. There had to be an answer somewhere.

"Grace," Derek said opening the door slightly, "get into the back and hide someone dangerous is coming," he growled and I nodded slowly doing as told. Although, I couldn't understand exactly what I was hiding from.

Two cars soon approached although I couldn't hear them, only see them and I ducked down further as Derek put the gas pump away. "Nice ride," a voice called out, "black cars, though... Very hard to keep clean. I would definitely suggest a little more maintenance. If you have something this nice, you want to take care of it, right? Personally... I'm very protective of the things I love. But that's something I learned from my family...And you don't have much of that these days... do you?" More anger waved over me and this time It did belong to me, but there was more. It was like a focus on control, "there you go. You can actually look through your windshield now. See how that makes everything so much clearer?"

It seemed to be quiet for a few seconds before Derek spoke up again, "you forgot to check the oil." What? Here I was thinking he was smart.

"Check the man's oil." The man said again.

It was seconds later before an elbow slammed into the front window beside the drivers seat and I threw my hands over my head as shards of glass flew over me. I could feel the small peircings from the shards forcing me to bite down on my lip as I tried to hide the pain.

"Looks good to me," the new person said presumably the one who'd just committed a felony.

"Drive safely," the original voice said before they all left.

Once they were gone, I threw open the door climbing out of the car. "What the bloody hell was that?" I cried out walking over to Derek, but he ignored the question as his hands flew out grabbing onto the sides of my head as if he was inspecting it.

"You're injured," he muttered, "your bleeding," he added on, "in numerous places. Come on, I'll take you back to mine-"

"What? No! We have to go to the police," I pointed out, but he shook his head.

"No, we don't have to do that. What we need to do is get these injuries checked out," he corrected, "come on," he said swiping his card to pay before he brushed the glass of his own seat and we drove back to his house.

Once we got in, I basically got dragged upstairs and forced to sit on his bed. He disappeared for a few seconds before he came back with what looked to be antiseptic and tweezers. Oh god, this is definitely going to hurt. "If your a werewolf why do you need all of that?"

"Because sometimes the hunters like to get a little annoying, like they just did," he admitted, "you're going to have to take off your shirt."

"What?" I snapped.

"I can see the blood through your shirt, so you're going to have to take it off so I can deal with the wounds," he explained but I still didn't like the answer. "Grace, you know I'm no genius on the abilities of humans, but I know that you can't reach that part of your back," he explained.

After a moment, I rolled my eyes tugging my cardigan off. I then grabbed onto the hem of my shirt pulling it over my head but keeping it pressed to my chest so that I could keep what little of my dignity was left. He then crawled onto the bed behind me beginning to pull out the shards of glass. It was a strange feeling, the lingering ghosts of his touches felt like no other, but every few moments he would pull out glass and put antiseptic on which would burn.

"Do hunters usually just commit vandalism?" I asked breaking the silence.

"No, sometimes they like to kill us as well."

"Do they kill...all of you? Even the children?" I asked finding myself unable to stop myself from wondering.

He sighed as he pressed the antiseptic against my shoulder and I hissed out since this one was particularly more painful than the others, "some of them do. Some follow a code, they'll only kill you if you kill one of them. Not all of them follow this code though," he admitted. A moral high ground, something which people always think they have although they rarely do. It was always the cause for so many things.

"I'm sorry," I finally muttered and he stopped as if he was hesitating.

"What?"

"I'm sorry that you have to live like that."

He climbed over so that was stood in front of me, "you don't have to apologise."

"On behalf of the human race, I feel like I do," I confessed.

"Give me your hand," he muttered and I held it out. He picked it up and all the aches and pains I'd felt from all of the small cuts disappeared as black veins grew up his arms.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm taking your pain."

"How did you know?"

"Because I felt it to, although I will admit it was completely minuscule to me," he said and I couldn't help but be confused by his words, "and since it's my fault that you're injured I figured It's the least I could do."

"Alright, you and your werewolf ass doesn't have to boast about how you don't feel pain like humans do," I scoffed and a smirk tugged on his face as he stepped back. I took the opportunity to pull my shirt back over my body correctly and I stood to my feet myself. Although the breath got caught in my throat as I realised how close we were. He really did have beautiful eyes. "Feeling it to... is that a werewolf thing?"

"That's a bond thing," he said and I raised my brow confused, "except, I'm not going to elaborate because you have yet to make the next move."

"Technically I did, I threw in the towel so to speak."

"I bet that destroyed your soul," he mocked and I plastered a fake smile on my face to match his real one. "I didn't do anything," Derek suddenly said and I looked to him confused but he pressed his hand to my mouth again. This time I didn't panic or wonder what was happening, I just rolled my eyes. This was getting old real fast.

"You killed him!" Scott's voice echoed throughout the house.

"He died."

"Like your sister died?" Scott shouted out again and my brows furrowed although I couldn't exactly voice anything that I wanted to.

"My sister was missing. I came here looking for her." Derek growled stepping away. It was strange to see them speaking like actual werewolves instead of humans. This time I couldn't hear what Scott was saying but from Derek's reaction I knew it wasn't good, "I found her in pieces, being used as bait to catch me." He roared out leaving the room and heading towards the landing.

"I think you killed them both. I'm gonna tell everyone, starting with the Sheriff," Scott shouted and I followed after Derek just as he leaped down the stairs landing on his feet with a growl. That was actually kind of impressive. The pair fell into a battle of rolling and tumbling around and I rolled my eyes for possibly the fifth too many times in the past five hours, running down my stairs to get to them. Scott threw his hands out against Derek throwing the man through the walls and my body skidded out of fright having not expected it and a horrible pain shot up my back.

"That was cute," Derek's voice echoed although it didn't seem to bothered by the madness. He then re-appeared with his wolf face and if I didn't know that the hunters could be much worse, I probably would have thought it terrifying. However, I was far too annoyed with him about the chess thing to find him terrifying. The pair then fell back into their fighting ways.

"Will the both of you pack it in!" I shouted having had enough of it all and the pair stopped turning to look at me, "how about you stop acting like dogs and find that human side of you to have an actual conversation," I pointed out and Derek was the first to do it.

"I didn't kill him. Neither of us did. It's not your fault, and it's not mine."

"This? This is all your fault! You ruined my life!" Scott shouted.

"No, I didn't," Derek growled and I could feel the tension rising.

"You're the one that bit me!"

"No, I'm not."

"You're not?" I asked butting in their conversation.

"I'm not the one that bit Scott," he clarified.

"Then who did?"

"...there's another," Scott realised and Derek nodded.

"It's called an Alpha. It's the most dangerous of our kind. You and I? We're Betas. This thing is more powerful, more animal than either of us. My sister came here looking for him. Now I'm trying to find him. But, I don't think I can do it without you." He explained.

"Why me?"

"Because he's the one that bit you. You're part of his pack," Derek explained and I looked between the werewolves confused, "It's you, Scott. You're the one he wants."

"Why would they want him?" The words left my mouth before I could stop him and I cleared my throat meeting Scott's eyes who looked mildly offended, "you've got to admit... you can be quite... teenagey at times," I finalised, "okay I'll shut up," I finished turning to look away from them.