Have you ever woken up DEAD? Well I did... when I was eight years old I woke up in my bed covered in blood. I found my mother, father, and baby sister all dead in their sleep. Soaked in blood. From then on I felt like death. Everyone around me dies...
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UNDER AN EERIE QUIET, Scott, Luna, Allison, and Stiles approach the rotted and burned Hale House. Yellow police tape stretches across the windows and door.
Stiles grimaces looking around, "She came here? You're sure?"
Scott nods slowly, "This is where the scent leads."
Luna bites her lip tripping forward, "But has Lydia ever been here?"
Allison grabs Luna's shoulder steadying her, "Not with me."
Luna rolls her eyes slightly before shrugging, "Thank you..."
Nodding Allison continues forward then pauses gazing at Scott, "Maybe she came here on instinct. Like she was looking for Derek."
"You mean looking for an Alpha."
"Wolves need a pack, right?"
Luna shakes her head stopping, "Not all of them."
"But would she be drawn to an Alpha? Is that an instinct? To be part of a pack?"
Scott gives a reluctant nod, "We're stronger in a pack."
"Like strength in numbers?" Allison suggests.
"No. Like literally stronger. Faster. Better. In every way."
"Is it the same for an Alpha?"
"Worse..." Luna sighs.
Scott glances at Luna before nodding, "It'll make Derek stronger too."
Before Allison can ask anything else, Stiles waves them over.
"Hey, look at this. You see this?" He kneels in front of a thin wire stretched between two trees, "I think it's a tripwire.
He pulls back on the wire, triggering the mechanism. They each glance up at the sound of something slicing through the air. Behind Stiles, Luna, and Allison, Scott is yanked off his feet into the air.
"Uh Stiles..."
"Yeah buddy?"
They turn around to see Scott hanging off the ground, his ankles bound by tight cord. Allison and Luna laugh as Stiles grimaces.
Scott can't help but smile at his clumsy best friends' antics, "Next time you see a tripwire? Don't trip it."
"Noted."
...
A body is thrown to the ground. Groaning, Luna lays back on her elbows glaring up at Emerson as he cracks his knuckles.
"Again."
Luna shakes her head slowly, "Why am I not allowed to use my powers again?"
Emerson takes slow cautious steps as he walks round and round Luna, "When you can learn control and not lose consciousness after using your powers then you can fight with them to your advantage. Until then you fight hand to hand combat... that's it... understood?"
