Teen Wolf

It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf.

A wolf bit you?

Is this a party or a date?

Maybe both.

And her name is... Allison.

Who are they?

Hunters, the kind that have been hunting us for centuries.

That's my dad.

Lydia, run!

I'm the Alpha now.

It's my turn to get what I want.

No, dad! Dad!

He saved our lives! Your life!

You can't do this!

Dad, let him go!

Please let him go, and I'll do-- I'll do whatever you want!

Okay? I swear. I won't-- I won't see him again.

I promise, ever again, dad.

Please, dad, please.

Please! Please!

Never again.

How much time do we have?

They'll be gone an hour.

Ohh...

Just like that.

No, no, you first.

Me first?

You want help getting in the shower?

Maybe if I was four.

And still taking bubble baths.

Right, I'll just wait outside then.

Where it's slightly less sarcastic.

He's been here all night.

He's been here all weekend.

You're dirty.

Sorry.

That's okay.

I'll fix it.

Okay, that was your fault.

Sorry.

Do the right-side brakes on your dad's SUV squeak a little bit?

Yeah.

Then we're dead.

Oh, my God. Hurry. Hurry.

If you don't trust me enough to let me have a lock on my

door, the least you can do is knock.

Did I interrupt something?

Just my studying.

My life, my...happiness... will to live.

I picked up your dress for the funeral tomorrow.

You can just put it on my desk.

Can I go back to studying now?

Or would you like to do a full body cavity search?

Mom.

Mom!

Paging Dr. Stateman.

Dr. Stateman, please.

Seriously? Come...

Just...Gah!

It's not gonna work.

Whoa!

Lydia?

Lydia!

What the hell was that?

Lydia?

Lydia?

Naked? As in nude?

I'm pretty sure they mean the same thing, but, yes, as far as

we know, she left here clothing-optional.

All right, you checked the whole hospital, right?

Every last corner.

Nothing suspicious?

Nothing. She just took off.

All right, let's get an APB out on a 16-year-old redhead.

Any other descriptors?

5'3", green eyes, fair-skinned, and her hair is actually strawberry blonde.

Is that right?

Yeah. Uh... come here.

What the hell are you still doing here?

Um...providing moral support?

Uh-huh. How 'bout you provide your ass back home, where you should be.

Okay, I can do that too.

Yeah.

Mm.

We're gonna find her, so don't worry.

This is the one she was just wearing?

I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her.

Not again.

All right, just shove the thing in your face and let's find her.

Wow!

What are you doing here?

Someone's gonna see us.

I don't care--she is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do.

I can find her before the cops can.

How about before my father does?

He knows?

Yeah.

I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs.

Search party.

It's more like a hunting party.

Get in.

All right, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?

I don't know.

They won't tell me anything.

Okay, all they say is, "We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when

the others get here."

What others?

I don't know, they won't tell me that, either.

Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on.

Scott, are we going the right way?

Take the next right!

What the hell?

Uhh!

Need a hand?

She came here?

You sure?

Yeah, this is where the scent leads.

All right, but has Lydia ever been here?

Not with me.

Maybe she came here on instinct, like she was looking for Derek.

You mean...looking for an Alpha.

Wolves need a pack, right?

Not all of them.

But would she have been drawn to an Alpha?

Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?

Yeah, we're--we're stronger in packs.

Like strength in numbers.

No, like--like, literally stronger, faster, better in every way.

That the same for an Alpha?

That'll make Derek stronger too.

Ooh, hey, look at this.

You see this?

I think it's a tripwire.

Stiles... Yeah, buddy. Oh.

Next time you see a tripwire... don't trip it.

Yeah, noted.

Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.

Someone's coming.

Hide.

Go!

Scott?

Mr. Argent.

How are you doing?

Good. You know, just hangin'

out.

Is this one of yours?

It's, uh, good.

Nice design. Very constricting.

What are you doing out here, Scott?

Looking for my friend.

Ah, that's right.

Lydia's in your group now, isn't she?

Part of the clique?

Is that the word you use?

Or is there another way to put it?

Part of your pack?

Actually, clique sounds about right to me.

I hope so.

'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special

circumstance, such as yourself-- one, I can handle.

Not two.

No.

Scott, do you know what a hemicorporectomy is?

I have a feeling I don't want to.

A medical term for amputating somebody at the waist.

Cutting them in half.

Takes a tremendous amount of strength to cut through tissue and bone like that.

Let's hope a demonstration never becomes necessary.

You okay?

It's just another life-threatening conversation with your dad.

Stiles, help me with this.

Thanks.

But I think I got it.

Yeah.

Uhh!

Comin'?

It's Lahey.

Isaac Lahey.

You work for your father, Isaac?

When he's not in school.

Which is where he needs to be in 20 minutes.

Yeah, I understand that.

But I've got a missing teenage girl, and our k-9 unit led us here.

She's not wearing any clothes, and if she's out here tonight,

and the temperature really drops... I'm sorry, I--I didn't see anything.

Trust me, if he saw a naked girl outside a

computer screen, he'd remember.

How'd you get that black eye, Isaac?

School.

School fight?

Nah, lacrosse.

Lacrosse?

You play for beacon hills?

Yeah.

My son plays for the team.

Well, I mean, he--he's on the team.

He doesn't typically play.

Not yet, anyway.

It's, uh...

Something wrong, Isaac?