Louisa Lloyd

"I'm going for a walk!" I shout when my feet are already out of the house.

"Okay! Be sure to come back soon!" Scott yells back and I fist bump the air.

I really need to catch some air.

My legs take me to our spot. I run my fingers through my hair as the sun hides behind the green hills in front of me. I sit with my back against the tree Isaac and I have sat on for hours, remembering the old times.

It hurts.

But I push aside the terrible avalanche of thoughts as a scream echoes around the small place. My eyes perk up as I register where the sound comes from.

The distinct sound of someone calling Isaac's name, right to my left. That's when I notice that Isaac's house is just around the corner. That's where the scream came from.

Front door slamming open, Mr. Lahey rushes down the steps to the yard in time to see Isaac tear into the street on his bike. I don't notice him until he is speeding down the street.

"Isaac!" I call, now right next to his father, who eyes me with suspicion. "What the hell have you done now?"

His eyes twitch with malice and I shake his shoulders. He doesn't react, he just runs past me and into his car, ready to drive after his son.

"Monster..." I whisper under my breath and follow the car.

Isaac's father speeds down the dark road as raindrops begin pelting my face. Taking turn after turn, my heart beats faster for Isaac. Who knows what he's doing through. I know this is the ending of my frequent vision. 

And I absolutely despise it.

I feel the tears heating up my face as they run down my cheeks. That man should go to jail for the things he did to his son. I almost hit the back of the car as Mr. Lahey slams on the brakes and I make a turn to the nearest alley.

That's where I see Isaac's bike lying in front of me.

It takes a second for my brain to process this information. He went that way. I point at the left side with my hand. But something tells me I have to go the other way.

Mr. Lahey steps out of his SUV and into the rain. He makes a cautious approach toward the bike, noticing me right next to it.

"Isaac?"

He squints through his glasses as they begin to fog. It's cold.

When I look at my left, there are two shadows, one of them barely visible for my own eyes. I choose to follow the one farther away from me, possibly the one leading me to Isaac. His father leaves me behind a second later, choosing to follow the person standing in the middle of the alley.

I can tell that's not Isaac. But my priority right now isn't protecting this monster, but finding Isaac.

Me feet dab the concrete ground as his father disappears from my sight. But and I hit the wall at the end of the alley, I look around. I could've sworn I saw a shadow here. I swear it was Isaac.

I could hear a heart beating, louder than any other sound. Now I hear nothing but my own erratic heart.

"Okay, that's enough. Let's go!" Isaac's father yells, breaking the silence that has embraced me like a warm blanket. "Come on, grab your bike and let's go!"

Now raining heavily, I can barely see a feet in front of me. I place my hand on top of my eyes, right in the middle of my forehead, and look around.

There's no one here anymore. Not even the fragments of a soul. Nothing.

"Isaac?" Mr. Lahey asks, and I hide behind a dumpster, my position letting me see him clearly.

With a trembling hand, he holds his glasses up to squint through the lenses. I look back at the place he is eyeing, and there's nothing there. But it soon appears out of nowhere and I can see it, not clearly, but I can see it.

It's huge and has a massive green tail. And it's running toward the man.

Hugging my arms to my chest I wait for the said creature to leap forward. And when it does, it creeps stealthily forward. Stepping back, Mr. Lahey pulls the glasses closer to his eyes, fitting them over his nose.

And finally sees the monster in front of him.

"Holy..." He staggers into a terrified retreat, spinning around and rushing for his car as the creature moves with alarming speed, bounding towards him. Just as Mr. Lahey is about to slam the door shut, the thing grabs it from the other side, pulling back.

Mr. Lahey gropes for a tighter hold, as I hide behind the dumpster, trying to pull the door closed. But the door tears right off its hinges, and whipping into the air, it slams against the alley wall and clatters to the ground, right next to my head.

I shriek alongside Mr. Lahey, but his high-pitched scream is abruptly cut short. Why? Because blood spatters over the cement, dropping from his body like a waterfall. It's quickly dissolved by the soft patter of rain from above.

The creature is long gone, the only breathing creature left being me. A terrified me. And something else. I look up, and snarl.

The nearly full moon shines brightly through ominous storm clouds.

It's power starts hovering over me and I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. I have to find Isaac. Above all, Isaac needs to be found.

So I follow the trail he left behind, the smell of fear guiding me around the immense alleys and turns of Beacon Hills, until I reach an abandoned rail station. Why would he come here?

I cautiously approach the front door and wait, trying to catch his scent again or hear some voices. Nothing. Nothing comes out of that place.

So, defeated, I turn my back to the station and slowly walk back to Scott's house. Finding everyone already asleep, I fall on my bed as soon as the door to my room closes behind me.

And, for the first time in weeks, I have a vision less sleep. But I remember Mr. Lahey's death. And scream.

Scott runs to my bedroom the second the ear-piercing scream leaves my mouth, my raw lungs scratching my throat.

I sob violently as I look down at my hands, stained with the dark red blood I saw pouring out of that man's body. No matter what he did, he didn't deserve to die such an horrible death.

And I watched that happen without doing a thing to help.

•^•^•^•^•^•

I stand behind Stiles and Scott as they make their way to the locker room. After last night's events and my nightmares, Scott doesn't want me out of his sight. So I came here earlier to watch their practice.

I am to wait outside the locker room for him and then sit on the bleachers. I'm not complaining, I don't think I can do anything rational today.

"Stay here. We'll be out soon." Stiles lays a protective hand on my shoulder and looks at something over my shoulder.

I feel him before Stiles can open his mouth and tell me who stands behind me.

Isaac.

The two boys share a look and pull me back, their bodies protecting me from Isaac, now out of view due to Scott's large shoulders.

"What are YOU doing here?" Stiles asks, sassily.

"I'm here for practice, like I believe you two are." Isaac answers in a monotonous tone. "Now, if you could get out of my way..."

He bumps his shoulders against Stiles', still avoiding my eyes. I don't know what hurts the most: being avoided by him, or plainly ignored. Both. I believe both hurt.

"I'll wait outside." I stand from behind their bodies and face Isaac, not giving him a second to even consider talking to me.

I'm out of the building faster than a bullet.

Before I can close the door behind my back and start walking for he field, Scott's voice interrupts my walk.

"Do you have the urge to main and kill people?" He smirks at me and I send him a disapproving look.

"Right now?" I advert my eyes from Scott and focus on Isaac's. "Yes."

He visibly shudders under my gaze and I smile, delighted.

Through my wall to the bleachers, I focus on three different scenarios: Allison and Lydia walking to the school, the strawberry blonde- according to my friend Stiles- coming back to school after being bitten by Peter and escaping from the hospital; the fact Isaac is sweating like crazy, probably a side effect of being a new werewolf; and Scott's stupidity.

How can he not see Isaac is the new werewolf he smells?

I perch my ears as Allison's voice sounds form the other side of the street. I can see her walking side by side with Lydia, who wears the shortest dress I've seen in months.

Is this her way of saying 'peeps I'm back'? Because if it is, damn girl, go for it.

"You ready for this?" Allison asks before opening the front door of the school's main building.

"Please. It's not like my aunt was a serial killer."

Even from the other side of the school, I can see Allison's hurt expression and how Lydia's words affected the young Argent.

Leaving Allison slightly stung, Lydia yanks open the door. As they step into the student-filled corridor I hiss, feeling every eye on them, specially on Lydia.

"Maybe it's the nine pounds." It's Allison's time to snap at her friend.

I would high five her.

In front of me, at the benches with the rest of the team preparing for practice, Scott whispers to Stiles. And I listen in. Because I can.

Deal with it.

"It was kind of like a scent. But I couldn't tell who."

"What if you could get him one-on-one?" Stiles asks back.

"Scott?" The boy turns to be, being the only one able to clearly hear me. "I know who it is."

But Stiles interrupts us and makes Scott look at what he's going to do.

"I think I got an idea." Stiles gets up, moving down the benches to Danny while passing Jackson, who sits next to Matt.

And Matt winks at me. I just wave back, feeling my cheeks turn bright red. I don't want to listen to their conversation, so I focus on Stiles, still hearing the words 'camera' and 'all night long'. I just hope Jackson doesn't want to make a sex tape.

Stiles rushes past them again, with an armful of goalie pads. He dumps them on Scott's lap.

"I told Coach you're switching with Danny."

"But I hate playing goal."

"Remember the part where I said I had a plan? This is the plan." Stiles rolls his eyes at him and shoots me a smile. "I'm a genius!" He whispers.

"Oh." Scott is still confused. "What's the plan?"

"I seriously don't know how you survive without me." I say only for Scott's ears and I explain how he will be able to smell the players to find out who the new werewolf is.

The little bonus is that I already know the answer. I just want to make them pay for irritating me.

"Let's go! Line it up!" Coach blows the whistle as Scott nods at my explanation.

Pulling his helmet on, Scott starts toward the goal. But he stops when he reaches the Defender. Then, as casually as he can, he leans over and takes a deep breath in. 

I lose it.

The bewildered expression on the guy's face as he turns to Scott is enough to make me double over in laughter. Scott hears me from where he's standing and sends me a growl.
He gives the player an awkward smile, then steps into goal.

"Okay, here we go..." He looks at me from the corner of his eyes. "You better stop laughing."

I tease him with a heartwarming smile and cheer for him, yelling his name on top of my lungs.

"GO SCOTTY!"

"Shut up!" He yells back and I stifle a laugh.

Coach blows the whistle and motions for me to shut up as well. I raise my hands in the air in surrender and give my thought a chance to slip back into my brain.

I could be the captain of the volleyball team, had I accepted the invitation. But with everything going on, I wouldn't be able to cope with both of those activities: being a werewolf and a volleyball player.

Let's just give school a shot and wait for the future.

I ignore Scott and his attempts to smell everyone in sight and close my eyes, being sleep deprived isn't helping me today. I have to stay awake and there for my friends. When they find out Isaac is the new werewolf... They won't like if.

When Matt comes to sit by my side, I'm forced to open my eyes and smile politely, something I hate doing nowadays.

"What happened?" I question.

"McCall tackled me to the ground and my leg hurts." He shakes his head around.

"That douche..." It's my turn to shake my head and he chuckles.

"Couldn't agree more." He smile softly. "Have we met before?"

"I don't think so." Sticking my hand out, I smile back at this cute yet strange boy. "My name's Louisa but everyone calls me Lou."

"I'm Matt." He shakes my hand and lets his grip mine for a second.

I look to the side to find Scott eying my ex-boyfriend. I didn't notice Jackson sitting on the floor in front of the bleachers, gripping his shoulder. But I notice the anger beginning to form behind Scott's eyes.

Isaac is on the floor, looking up at Scott with fear. His eyes are glowing yellow, just like Scott's. When his eyes dim back to normal, Scott looks at me and I nod.

"It's him." I whisper slowly, turning my face away from Matt.

Sheriff Stilinski and two deputies approach the school and I know exactly what they're here for. Take Isaac to the police station for some questions.

"Don't tell them." Scott turns to Isaac, just like I do. Eyes having returned to normal, he now looks like any other frightened teenager all too aware of the serious trouble he's in. "Please, don't tell them."

Scott comes to my side when they take him away and I forget all about Matt. The three of us- Scott, Stiles and I- stand to the side, huddled together.

"Can you hear them?" We nod and I hear Stilinski's voice clearly.

"Your father's body was found last night in his car. I'm terribly sorry. And as hard as this is, we unfortunately need to ask you some difficult questions."

"His father's dead." Scott whispers and I shudder.

"Are you kidding?" Stiles asks and I shake my head.

"I was there." I confirm and we pay close attention to the teenage boy.

We watch a shell-shocked Isaac give an oddly restrained reaction to the news.

"They think he was murdered." Scott continues.

Stiles watches his father and his Deputies begin guiding Isaac off the field.

"Did they say he's a suspect?"

"I don't think so. Why?"

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours."

"Oh, no." I cover my mouth with my hand. "You mean like over night?"

"During the full moon." Stiles' grim look says it all.

"How good are the holding cells at holding people?"

"People? Good. Werewolves? Probably not so good."

"Stiles. Remember how Lou and I said we don't have an urge to maim and kill?"

"Yeah." Stiles is already prepared for our confession.

"He does." I nod my head at Isaac.

At the entrance to the school, Isaac gives a final, fearful glance back at me as the doors clang shut. I can still see him, his eyes glued to mine and my stomach starts moving around.

I think I'm going to be sick.

Scott and Stiles head for the locker room and I wait outside, like we had agreed. The feeling in the pit of my stomach almost brings my breakfast to my mouth, and I take deep breaths to prevent a massive vomit show. 

Before any of them can hide inside the locker room again, I take them by the arm and choose an empty classroom, locking us inside.

I believe I look like like a mad woman, my hair disheveled and pointing in every direction.

"How are we going to help Isaac?"

"Lou, wait a few more hours. Let's just enjoy the amazing classes ahead of us and worry about all this later." Stiles pauses and hugs me. "Okay? Breathe."

I nod and we make our way to Mr. Harris' class.

While Mr. Harris writes notes on the chalkboard, Scott leans over to speak to Stiles and I in a hushed whisper. I chose to sit with them today, Isaac's empty seat right behind us.

"But why would Derek pick Isaac?" Scott interrogates.

"Peter told me if the bite doesn't turn you it'll kill you. Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving." Stiles shakes his head.

"Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad won't hold him?" I consider and run my fingers though my hair.

"Not if they have solid evidence. Or... A witness."

"But I'm here." This last thought sends me scanning the faces in the room. "Where the hell's Jackson?"

Oh no. If he was called as a witness, he probably saw me there. I wasn't the most silent person.

Scott shakes his head. Stiles reaches for Danny. "Danny? Where's Jackson?"

"In the Principal's Office talking to your dad."

"What? Why?"

"Maybe because he lives right across the street from Isaac." Stiles and Scott share a look.

"We need to get to the Principal's Office." I panic. If Jackson saw me... Then I'm screwed.

"How?"

At the board, Mr. Harris lowers the chalk, finished transcribing his notes. I grab my notebook and yank one of the sheets off, twisting it until it lays as a perfect ball in my hands.

"Okay, everyone please turn to page-" As he says that, I aim at his head and throw the paper at his head, hitting the back of it perfectly. He spins around to glare at the class. "Who the hell did that?"

Now this is the funny part. Not wanting to be left alone at the office, I point at Stiles, who proceeds to point at Scott. Scott points to me and the teacher sends us a disapproving look, opening the door for us to leave.

I run all the way to the waiting area of the Principal's Office. We sit outside and Stiles peers over Scott's shoulder as he listens into the conversation happening behind the closed door. I don't need to look.

"How often have you witnessed them fighting?" Stilinski takes notes as Jackson responds.

"All the time. You think Isaac got that black eye from lacrosse? We wear helmets." He snickers and I want to hit his face with the chain I'm sitting on right now.

"You knew Isaac's father was hitting him?"

"Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him."

"Have you ever said anything to anyone? Your parents? A teacher?"

"No. It's not my problem."

"Of course not. Funny how the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it."

"Yeah." Jackson answers, and after thinking of it, stutters. "Wait-what?"

"I think we're done here."

Scott turns his eyes to the floor as Jackson steps out with Stilinski following.

"Hey there, Scott." Stiles' dad greets us. "Hey, Lou."

Scott gives a friendly wave and I smile. Next to us, Stiles not so subtly covers his face with a magazine. And it's upside down. His father shakes his head and a man calls us from the inside of the office.

"Boys..." He notices me standing and coughs awkwardly. "And girl..."

Recognizing the voice, I whip around to see Allison's grandfather, Gerard, standing in the doorway of the Principal's Office.

"Come on in." He opens his voice wider and calls us in.

Gerard looks over our student files.

"Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you've become quite a star athlete." He pauses. "Mr. Stilinski. Perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse."

"Actually, I'm already-"

"Hold on. McCall. You're the Scott who was dating my granddaughter."

Scott blinks, holding still as if caught in headlights.

"We were dating. But we're not anymore. Not dating. Or doing anything. With each other. At all."

"Relax, Scott. You look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill between your teeth."

"It was kind of a hard breakup."

I huff silently. Can't he see Stiles and I are here as well? Why is he still talking about his granddaughter and her ex-boyfriend?

"Louisa Lloyd. Good student, and like Mr. Stilinski, little to no extracurricular activities." He eyes me over the file in his hands. "But I see you have better things to do, am I right? Continue being my granddaughter's friend, I can see you're very close."

I nod, smiling grimly.

"Listen guys, yes, I'm the Principal but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

"Is that so?" Stiles sarcastically mumbles.

I knock my knee into Stiles's to get him to shut up.

"I plan to be outside of my office as much possible. I want to be visible, accessible." Oh, killings innocent werewolves, perhaps? "Always keeping an eye on my students. Like an older brother keeping a protective eye on his sibling."

"We'll just call you Big Brother." Stiles' comments strike again.

"Clever, Mr. Stilinski. I think I'm going to like you. I'm not that strict, though. However, being that it's my first day, I do need to support my teachers. Unfortunately, someone's going to have to take the fall and stay for detention."

Scott and I look to Stiles. Gerard looks to Stiles. Then with a sigh, Stiles realizes all of us are looking at him.

"Yes, Stiles. You're the black sheep here." I smile tauntingly. "Have fun."

I stand and go back to the corridor with a defiant smile on my face. This man, this horrible man, just let us leave without a punishment.

I think he knows something.

•^•^•^•^•^•

I enter the crowded hallway, still thinking of Isaac. I can't help it, it's like he is always at the back of my mind, torturing me and persuading me.

My hand closes around my locker door and look at the small picture I glued to the back of my locker.

It's from my times back in London. It was taken last year at my friend's birthday party. We were so drunk! I can still remember her laughter in my ear as she told me what her boyfriend and her did as her birthday present. I remember laughing like a maniac at her embarrassed face after she realized she had said those stuff out loud.

Fiona was my best friend. I haven't talked to her since I moved, but we weren't on good terms. Fi was one of those girls who you could talk to everyday and still feel like you haven't been with her enough. Her soft brown hair and light eyes were enough to calm me down. She was my best friend and I can't shake the feeling I have to talk to her soon.

But, at the same time, I don't want to. Mainly because of her older brother, Edward. My first love.

I run my hands though the picture, smiling sadly at the memories I will never get back.

The locker next to mine opens and I wipe away the small tears that escaped my eyes. When I to close my locker and leave the school- because I'm not in the mood to be here after knowing Isaac is going to jail- I find Matt eyeing me with soft eyes.

"Are you alright?" He asks, handing me a tissue.

"Yeah, I just have to go home. I didn't get much sleep last night."

"Okay, call me when you're feeling better. I hate seeing a friend go through a bad time." He hands me a small piece of paper with his number written across it in a very careful calligraphy. "Hope you get better soon."

He closes his locker door at the same time as Scott walks past me, grabbing my arm and pulling me after him. I wave at Matt and huff, annoyed.

"Thanks for letting me say goodbye." I sarcastically say.

"They left. They took Isaac to the station." Scott says under his breath, now turning his face to me. "I saw them... I couldn't do anything."

"Calm down." I stop juts before the stairs that lead to the road. "It wasn't your fault, he is the man's son, the main witness and suspect, he has to be taken."

Defeated, Scott slowly steps back, turning for the school when a black car, more specifically Derek's Camaro, skids to a halt in front of us. Derek looks out from behind the wheel.

"Get in."

"Are you serious?" I raise my eyebrows and cross my arms in front of my chest. "You did that. That's your fault."

If there's anyone to blame is Derek for biting Isaac. Had he not do that, Isaac wouldn't have healed in front of his dad. But he would've been taken to that basement, to the freezer- let's think positive! He won't be punished again.

"I know. Now get in and help me."

"I've got a better idea. I'm going to call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance of getting him out of there before the moon goes up." Scott says.

"Not when they do a real search of the house."

"What do you mean?" I feel my heart contract in my chest

"Whatever Jackson said to the cops?
What's in the house is worse. A lot worse..." He swings the passenger door open. "Now get in. Both of you."

I sigh but enter the stupid car, making sure to kick Derek in the face with my feet as I climb into the backseat. Payback.

We drive for a few minutes, the first beams of moonlight beginning to flood in through the windows. Derek parks the car and opens the door for me. I share an angry glare with him as he leads us into the dark house.

"If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?"

"I don't know yet."

"Then how do you know he's telling the truth?"

"Because I trust my senses. And it's a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell."

"He didn't kill his father." I whisper softly, turning my eyes to Derek. "Check my heartbeat all you want, you know I'm not lying."

"You saw the lacrosse thing today?"

"Yeah."

"Did it look that bad?"

"Yeah." Derek and I say at the same time, and Scott sighs in embarrassment.

"You want to learn? Let's start now..." He looks at me from the corner of his eye. "I don't need you here right now. You can go tot he police station and make sure Isaac doesn't kill anymore."

"How am I supposed to do that?"

"You'll know what to do. I trust your Seer powers." He says and opens the front door, being closely followed by Scott.

He doesn't know about my powers... About me being a werewolf. Oh this is going to be good.

"Maybe it was for the best." I start talking to myself. "I really don't want to see that freezer..."

•^•^•^•^•^•

I take my time walking to the station. My poor heart skips a beat when Derek startles me, approaching the station at the same time, Stiles driving his jeep.

"I didn't take that long!" I protest when his eyes fall on me.

"It took you an hour to get here." Derek rolls his eyes and I stop by them.

Through the windows of the station, I can see the Night Officer sitting behind the front desk. I enter the car before any of them can protest, making Derek sit between Stiles and I, leaving no space between our bodies.

"The keys to every cell are in a password-protected lock box in my father's office."

"How are you getting in the lock box?"

"My father's got two passwords. My birthday and my Mom's birthday. The problem is getting past the front desk." Stiles sighs, rubbing his tired face.

"I'll distract her." Derek proposes, ready to leave.

"Woah, woah, you? You can't go in there." I grab his arm.

"I was exonerated."

"You're still a person of interest."

"An innocent person."

"You? Yeah, right." I laugh, earning me a glare from the sour wolf.

"You're not getting in there without me."

"Okay. What's your plan?" Stiles decides to catch our attention.

"To distract her."

"How? By punching her in the face?"

"By talking to her."

"Oh, obviously. Because when I think of diverting conversation or stimulating banter I think of Derek Hale." Derek glares at Stiles. "At least give us a sample. What are you going to open with?" Derek continues to glare, not uttering a single word.

"Dead silence." I say every word with caution. "That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

"I'm thinking about punching you in the face." Derek turns to me and glares.

"Stop glaring, it's not a good look on you." I smirk and get out of he car.

Before entering the station, Derek glares at me and shows me his teeth. I show him my hand, which is moving up and down it circles. I don't even know what that means but I succeed in pissing him off.

Lou-1, Derek-0.

The bored Night Officer types at her computer, barely even glancing up as Derek walks in. For a brief second it looks like Derek might actually not have a clue what to say.

Realizing someone is there, the Night Officer lets out a deep sigh.

"How can I help-you." She stutters as she looks up.

As she gazes into his eyes, utterly mesmerized, Derek offers a charming smile. Watching from around the corner, Stiles throws his hands up in defeat and I cover my mouth to prevent my lunch from leaving the safety of my body.

We hurry for the open corridor as fast as we can without gaining unwanted attention. 

Stiles slips into the darkened office and goes for the lock box on the wall. I stay outside to check on the door. We don't want unexpected visitors.

Stiles opens the door I'm leaning on, and I fall on my back.

"Could've warned me, you wanker!"

I look down at his outstretched hand and grip it tightly as he pulls me to my feet. I stick my tongue at him and giggle, following his already retreating figure down the hall.

"The keys are gone." Stiles informes me as we round another corner. "We-"

I almost collide into a man, and apologize before stepping back. That's when I take in his appearance and poor state: he has an arrow sticking from his leg, and is wearing a police uniform.

But he's not an officer. He is one of the hunters Gerard brought with him to kill the Omega the other day.

"Oh, hey. Sorry. I was just looking for my..." Stiles says and pauses pauses, noticing the blood on the hunger's leg.

Looking up, he connects eyes with the man. Stiles turns to run, but the hunter grabs him, hand slipping over his mouth before he can shout for help. But I react faster than Stiles and kick the man on the leg, right next to his wound and he falls on the ground, releasing Stiles.

Stiles does the unthinkable now and reaches out with a free hand and grabs the fire alarm.

With the alarm blaring through the station, red emergency lights flash above as the hunter grabs a syringe and limps toward Isaac's cell to find the door already open. 

The hunter spins around to face Isaac, now a fully transformed werewolf. Fangs bared, he lunges at the hunter.

"Isaac!" I scream his name as Stiles scrambles back, trying to stay out of the way of swiping claws and a stabbing syringe. "Stop, Isaac!"

He doesn't stop. Bodies smash from wall-to-wall until finally, Isaac cracks the hunter's skull into the drywall, knocking him unconscious. The syringe falls from his hand, rolling away.

Isaac turns to Stiles, ignoring me completely, like I'm not even here. He throws the body to the side, and it ends up hitting me across the chest, sending me backwards. I hit my head against the wall. I hear the sound of my Stiles' voice as I shake my head around, trying to shake off the dizziness.

"Isaac." I grab his arm when he is a few inches from Stiles.

His ranging yellow eyes turn to me as his chest rises and falls with each angry breath. I grab his face with both my hands and crash my lips against his. He doesn't move for a second, but calms down enough that the hands gripping my waist are no longer claws.

His soft lips against mine take my to a place far away from the station. They take me back to England, where I was once very happy.

I step back, creating as much space between us as possible, still shaken by the sudden memory, and face Stiles. Derek enters the tiny space and sees the fallen hunter. His eyes fall on mine next and he blinks.

"How?" He asks, clearly perplexed.

And for the first time in months, the feeling on my lips has nothing to do with the kiss Isaac and I just shared.

But it reminds me of my first kiss. It a real one, with tongues involved or exploring hands, but a sweet one.

With Edward.

•^•^•^•^•^•

I have some great news, guys! And the winners are.... (you know, the new characters thing):

- mafaldacerejinha , with Annabeth James;
- a reader who prefers to not have her profile name revealed. But her character is Fiona Clarke.
- and another reader, this time a close friend, who doesn't want to have his name published around in my book -.-" with Edward Clarke, and yes, Fiona's brother. Fluck logic.

I'm sorry if your character didn't win! There's still hope, you know? There's book two and who knows if I'll need characters then. ;) thank you for participating!
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