Louisa Lloyd

Have you ever wondered what having your heart broken feels like? I've never wanted to know, and now that it might be in the near future, all I want to do it curl in bed and watch Breaking Bad.

But no, Allison had to drag me and Lydia across the forest.

Lydia and I reluctantly follow her across the path and Lydia shivers next to me, hugging her own body to provide some warmth. Surprisingly, I don't feel cold. I'm warm, and I wonder if it has something to do with the fact I, a Seer. A creature who sees the future and can prevent catastrophes. I'm used to creating them, nor solving or avoiding them.

"Allison, when you said you need to stop for an errand before we went shopping, a five mile hike in the woods wasn't what I was expecting." Lydia says, shivering.

"It won't take long."

"Can you at least tell us what we're doing?" I doubt she wants to tell us that but I had to ask.

"You'll see."

I knew it. Why? Why? Allison shifts a heavy black bag on her shoulder as she trudges up the path. Lydia starts babbling and I chuckle at how incoherent she sounds.

"You know, the human body only has to drop to 95 degrees to be hypothermic."

"Before I forget, I wanted to ask you if you're okay with something." Allison asks.

"I'll say yes to anything if it includes getting out of here." I answer, nodding my head.

"Jackson asked me to go to the winter formal with him." Oh, this has nothing to do with me.

Lydia blinks. Any real reaction remains imperceptible. "Did he?"

"Just as friends. But I wanted to see if you were okay with it first."

Any emotional reaction still imperceptible, and Lydia smiles.

"Sure. As long it's just friends."

"Well, yeah. It's not like I'm going to take him under the bleachers during lacrosse practice and start making out with him." Now it's perceptible. Oh man, this is getting ugly.

"Oh. Um. About that..

Allison drops the bag and unzips it.

"We should be good here. It's isolated enough."

Inside the bag she reveals a bow and quiver of arrows. Lydia and I look down at it, my eyes flying around to see the three of us are indeed completely isolated. Then Lydia gives a nervous laugh.

Lydia watches Allison take a normal arrow and twist off the bullet point. She replaces it with something else I vaguely recognize.

"What does that do?" I have a feeling this is something that can hurt werewolves.

"We're about to find out." Allison retorts.

She takes a firing position in front of a target pegged to a tree in the distance. Setting the arrow just under the sight, she expertly pulls back on the nocking point of the bowstring.
I tense up as Allison aims.

She then lets the bolt soar. It exploded against the tree with a brilliant flash, light spinning into the air.

"What the hell was that?"

Lowering the bow, Allison gazes at the smoking, completely destroyed target on the tree and shakes her head.

"I don't know."

Lydia hugs herself in the cold while I shake my head trying to leave the scene and Allison comes back to us with the charred target in hand.

"Well, that was fun. Any other lethal weapons you want to try out?"

But Allison stops. Cocking her head, she listens to the woods around them. A moment later, I hear it too. I wonder how it slipped my mind. I could've heard it clearly if I was concentrated. There's movement through the brushes near us.

"What was that?" Lydia asks.

But now there's nothing. Not a sound.

"Quiet." Allison says, handing the bow to Lydia.

"What? Why?"

"I thought I heard something." Allison

"So what if you heard something?"

"So I want to go find out what that something is. Don't worry, it's probably nothing." Allison starts walking to the bush.

"Scott?" I whisper under my breath and receive a 'hmm' in return. It's Scott. Always the gentleman.

"What if nothing is something and that something is something dangerous?"

"Shoot it." Allison nods to the bow in her hands.

Hold this.

Without another word, Allison takes off, leaving Lydia to look utterly ridiculous while grasping at the weapon with her mittens.

"Allison?" Lydia says pathetically.

Venturing off the trail with me right behind her, Allison moves quickly but quietly. I stay silent, knowing exactly who's hiding behind those bushes. The boy can't be silent for his own good.

I take my phone out of my pocket, the habit becoming a little too depressing. I am always waiting for an answer from Isaac. I still remember the text Stiles sent him a few days ago.

I'm so sorry I left you and Boyd. But Stiles and Scott needed me. It was super urgent or I wouldn't leave you! Sorry...

I smile at the my screen. The photo I have as my wallpaper is the best photo ever. I took it with Isaac when he took me on our first date. (Photo above)

I hear a strangled cry and almost jump out of my own skin when I see Scott being electrified by Allison's weapon. I rush over to Scott while yelling at Allison.

"Take your finger off the trigger!"

"Oh!"

She opens her hand, dropping the weapon to the ground. Finally, Scott breathes, his body relaxing into the leaves.

"I'm so, so, so sorry."

"My fault. Totally my fault." Scott stutters, still shaking a little bit.

I smack his arm, maybe a little too hard, and he sucks in a breath.

"This is for scaring the heck out of us!" I whisper slowly, my words only meant for his ears.

"Are you okay?" Allison kneels next to us.

"Yeah." He says. "F-f-f-fine."

He shudders from the remaining charge still snapping at his muscles.

"I didn't know it was you. If I knew it was you..."

"You still would've pulled the trigger?"

"No, of course not. Seriously, I'm sorry." She says with a smile.

I head back to Lydia to leave the lovebirds alone. They make me sick. Mainly because I miss Isaac. Lydia sends me a questioning look and I reply with a simple word.

"Scott."

"They make me sick." Lydia sighs.

"Sister, they make me sick too."

"At least you have Isaac. I don't have Jackson anymore." She looks down at her feet defeated.

"Don't worry." I place my arms around her shoulders, feeling my own sadness. "We can be single pringles together."

She hugs me back and we stay like that, like two stupid friends, while our other friend is having a make out session with her ex. Or current boyfriend. Or whatever they are.

Allison comes back to her friends, and I give her a small nod.

"Ready?"

"Yep."

"Good. Let's go. My fingers are completely numb from the cold and look at you... Your eyes are tearing up all over the place."

With a hand wiping the tears at her eyes, Allison grabs the bag and bow, following Lydia back down the trail. I stand behind to wait for Scott. Allison gives me an understanding nod and leaves with Lydia. I wave at their retreating figure as Scott walks to me, hands stuffed inside his jean pockets.

"Movie night with Stiles?" I propose.

"Heck yeah."

Looks like I don't have to go shopping with the girls. And I'm not even sad.

•^•^•^•^•^•^•

Unfortunately, our movie night had to be cancelled. Mellisa has a date tonight and asked me for help. I chose her dress, I put some simple makeup on her face and curled her already curly hair.

I have to admit she's beautiful.

"You look amazing!"

"Okay, breathe." She whispers and rubs her hands on her knees. "This is so exciting and nerve wracking at the same time."

"It's going to be alright." I assure her. "Who's he?"

"A medical rep who came into the hospital today. We just started talking. Next thing I know I'm saying yes to dinner." She stops talking to giggle like a teenager. "And then hating myself for skipping the gym last week."

"What medical rep?" It's not like a know all of them but it it's someone I know.... Maybe I can help her. I've been to the hospital a few times now.

"You'll see him soon!" She says cheerfully.

She then proceeds to reach for her phone, texting her date for tonight. How do I know that, you may be asking. I just feel it.

And I also feel uneasy about this. Like something bad is going to happen.

I search for my phone under the pile of clothes on top of Melissa's bed, finding it near the window. I didn't put it there. I don't remember leaving it near the window. I could swear I left it on the bed.

I shrug and turn it on. Surprisingly, they're a text waiting to be read. My heart skips a beat when my eyes run over the text.

>>Isaac: sorry I stopped talking to you. It's normal if you stay mad at me forever.

I send my answer, telling him it was my fault when the doorbell rings and I leave Mellisa's room to meet her date.

Scott glances up at me as I descend the stairs, Allison entering Scott's room. Okay, what did I miss while I was helping Mel?

"That medical rep. Oh God, I'm not done yet. I'm not ready." Speaking if the devil, Melissa races out of the room while yelling back to Scott. "Get the door. Talk to him. Be nice!"

Scott looks to Allison. "One minute, okay?" She nods.

Charging into the foyer, Scott approaches the door, hand reaching out to the knob. But then, as he's about to grasp it, I grab his arm and whisper in his ear.

"I have a bad feeling."

"Seer thing?"

"I don't know..."

The doorbell rings again, making us flinch.

"Scott! Get the door!" Melissa shouts from her room.

But he stands there paralyzed, eyes locked on the knob, hand beginning to tremble. He takes a step back.

"Scott?" I whisper. The doorbell rings again.

"Scott, for the love of God!"

Scott and I walk slowly backwards, but the knob suddenly turns on its own. Scott reaches for the deadbolt to lock the door, but just as he's about to grasp it the door swings open by itself.

And there's no one there. The porch lies empty. I sigh in annoyance. This has to be something supernatural! Knobs don't just start moving and doors don't open by themselves!

I turn back to Scott's his mother glance out from around the corner. I believe Scott does the same.

"What are you doing? Aren't you going to invite him in?" She asks.

I whirl back. Peter Hale stands in front of me, right outside the house.

I feel my body shaking as I stare at the man. I close my eyes to prevent me from slashing his throat open. With my teeth.

"Hello there."

And he even has the nerve to greet us! Oh, that little son of a snitch!

Scott stares in disbelief at Peter Hale standing across from us. Melissa peers out from around the corner and I silently slide down the wall, my back against it. My head hurts so bad.

"Be back in half a minute."

As she disappears into the house, Scott grabs the knob again, moving to yank it closed. But Peter puts a hand on the door.

"Really? Slam the door in my face?" He smiles. "Come on, Scott, take a second to think that through."

"I'll tell her."

"That I used to be a catatonic invalid with burns covering half of my face? Good luck with that."

"Leave." I close my eyes and lean the back of my head on the wall behind me.

"What?" They both ask.

"I said." I open my eyes. And I know they're somehow different. Something inside me clicked. "Leave!"

Peter seems to lose some of his confident as he looks at me. Scott takes this moment to threaten him.

"You hurt her... You even touch her..."

"Scott, if I can interrupt your listing of the Top Five Most Impotent Sounding Threats for just a moment, try to remember I've been in a coma for six years. You don't think I'd like to have dinner with a beautiful woman?"

I smell bull poop. Yes. I don't swear, ever.

"Half a second, sorry!" Melissa then calls out from inside the house.

Peter inches toward Scott. I leave the safety of my wall and stand tall beside my friend.

"Or maybe you think I've come up with an idea." Peter smirks. "Like how it might be easier to convince you to be part of the pack if your mother was too? Or maybe even your friend Stiles?"

Peter keeps slowly pressing Scott into the foyer. And looks at me in the eye.

"Or maybe Lou. But she's already a part of the pack. She's just not like us. You need to understand how much more powerful we are together. You, me, Derek, Louisa. Did you know one of the most successful military operations in World War II were the German U- Boat attacks? Know what they called them? Wolf Packs. Did you know that? Or are you failing History too?"

"I know the Germans lost the war." I retort, and Peter smiles at my jab.

"Most people would argue that as a failure of leadership. Trust me, we don't have that problem here."

Pulling her coat on, Melissa hurries back out. She looks stunning. But remembering I spent hours with her trying to make every single detail perfect... For this guy...

It kills me inside.

"Ready. Sorry again."

"Mom-" She glares back at him with a "please don't ruin this for me" expression.

"Yes, sweetheart?" She says though her teeth.
Peter waits patiently, watching Scott as well.

"Have a good time."

As soon as the door closes and the couple leave on the car, Scott runs upstairs to explain what is happening Allison. At least what he can say. And it's not much.

He comes back downstairs where I await, my jacket already warming my soft arms. He nods and opens the door for us to walk outside. Just with a shared look, Scott and I take off running.

Call it adrenaline; call it nervousness. Whatever. I feel every muscle of my body tingling with excitement. Running has never been a hobby of mine, being volleyball the only sport I tolerate. But running alongside Scott to prevent his mom's death is the most excitement I've had in months.

My hair flies around, hitting my back from time to time. I smile involuntarily. I believe Seers have great power but never thought running was one of them. Deaton's book is still on top of my bedside table, half of it read.

We get there faster than I thought we would. Scott manages to call Stiles before making a stupid mistake so our dear friend decided to help as well. He hit the car they were driving. Extreme but effective.

Stiles and Melissa look over the damage to the cars as witnesses gather.

"I don't know what happened. You guys came out of nowhere."

"Came out of nowhere? We were parked on the side of the road."

"How crazy is that? We should call the police, do an accident report."

Oh Stiles.... You have no idea how hard I'm trying not to laugh.

"I don't think that's necessary."

"You sure? I'm feeling a little whiplash."

"You have whiplash? You hit us."

"Something's definitely wrong with my neck."

"Something will be when I'm strangling it with my bare hands." Melissa whispers threateningly to Stiles under her breath.

This time I let out a tiny giggle.

Neither of them notice Peter stepping away, his gaze wandering to the shadows. He knows we're here. He knows we can hear him.

"I know you're there." Oh really? Didn't realize it. "And I'm impressed. Too bad most teenagers aren't as smart. Kind of like that friend of yours on the lacrosse team, Jackson. The one who thinks he knows all about us."

Down the street, Scott stops moving, breath now held tight in the grip of fear. Like me.
I can read people's faces and he is scared.

"You know how they say knowledge is
power? Not in his case."

Realization dawning on me, and probably Scott too. Then we turn on our heels and run. I've been doing this a lot lately. I don't race just for my life. I race for Jackson's life too.

•^•^•^•^•^•^•

"Oh, Jackson is going to die."

The whispered words leave my mouth as Scott and I hide behind the bushes outside the Hale house. Derek and Jackson just stand outside the house, the teenager in front of the werewolf. I know exactly what he's here for. And we have to stop him. But Jackson is slowly losing excitement.

He doesn't know what this supernatural life is like. I discovered that hunters don't just hunt werewolves. They hunt people like me. Seers. That's why I have to be extra careful now.

I lean forward on my hiding spot and listen to what they're saying.

"This is it? This place?"

"Go ahead." Derek motivates him.

"It's safe to go in? I don't want rafters falling on my head."

Oh Jackson... I lived there for a few weeks and I'm okay.

Jackson takes a hard swallow, then inches his way up the steps. He glances back yet again. But Derek simply nods him onward. As he reaches for the doorknob, I notice how bad his hands are trembling.

"What... What's in here?"

"Everything you want. Just go in."

He's manipulating him! I bet Peter is behind this.

Hand on the knob, Jackson turns it and slowly pushes the door open. He doesn't step in yet, and I lean forward again, almost falling on my face if Scott hadn't grabbed my shoulders.

A creak of a floorboard makes me flinch. Derek steps up behind him, his voice soft. Friendly.

"It's going to be all right. Trust me."

With these words, Jackson finally steps over the threshold. And away from our view.
I look down at Scott, who's now holding my arm, and nod.

"I go first. Then you jump out of nowhere." I smile and he shakes his head in amusement. "We need to use the wow factor. Make a big entrance, something they'll remember."

Scott and I share a laugh before sprinting to the house. There's no one outside, so I quietly open the window of the supposed living room.
Jackson walks deeper into the charred house.

"This house..." Derek's singers spread, his claws out. I want to reach for Jackson and help him, but can't. He's too entranced by the sight in front of him. "This is the same house."

Derek abruptly stops.

"What did you say?"

"I dreamt about this place."

Is Jackson like me? If he dreamt of this house, he probably is. He steps into what was once the living room, now blackened and empty, and I hide behind the burnt couch. His hand drifts to the back of his neck.

"I remember the couch. That lamp. I remember  everything..."

"You've been here?" Derek questions.

"No. Never. I dreamt it."

Hands lightly touching the furniture, he stops. Then slowly turns back around, eyes meeting Derek's. I can see everything from the other side of the room, my body hidden behind the couch.

"There's no one else here."

"No." Derek shakes his head to confirm.

"And no one else coming."

"No."

Lower lip beginning to tremble, Jackson bites it back. But when he looks up he can't hide the fear. I see it in his eyes.

"Please, don't. I'll shut up. I won't say anything ever again." Derek starts forward. But he seems to be having trouble holding Jackson's gaze as if his resolve is weakening. "I'll leave Scott alone. Please don't do this. Oh my God, please."

It hurts me to see this. Where's Scott? I can't just jump out of my hiding spot without him. I may be impulsive and irrational sometimes but I'm not suicidal.

Jackson begins backing toward the entrance. He doesn't see the stairs behind him and stumbles into them.

"Come on, please don't. I don't deserve this. I don't deserve it."

"I think you do. Because wouldn't there be someone trying to save you? Look around, Jackson." He motions to the empty house. "There's no one. No one cares that you drive an expensive car. No one cares about your perfect hair. And no one cares that you're Captain of the lacrosse team."

"Excuse me." I smile when I hear him. Derek's head snaps up to see Scott perched at the top of the stairs. "Co-Captain."

I finally walk to the trio with my head held high. I cross my arms in front of my chest and look at Derek defiantly.

"And there are people who care. Not me but my best friend does and it's my job to protect her property." My next words burn on my tongue. "It's not like you know what caring means."

Scott launches himself down the stairs, shifting in mid-flight. He snarls through sharpening fangs and dragging Derek to the floor right in front of a stunned Jackson. I wrap a reassuring arm around his torso and try to take him away from the scene. But he doesn't move.

Rolling to his feet, Scott takes a protective stance in front of Jackson and I, the poor boy looks at him in his transformed state with a mixture of fear and awe.

Derek looks up, now also transformed and baring his fangs.

"Move."

"No."

"Fine. I'll kill you too."

Jackson cowers back in the shadows, moving to the side of the stairs as the two werewolves circle each other until they stop, both seeming to sense something. They hear it. And I hear it too. A strange whistling sound. Like something soaring through the air.

"Cover your eyes!"

A flash bolt blasts inside the house and explodes with a blinding light. It's followed by a volley of gunshots. Jackson screams out as both Scott and Derek take hits. I manage to escape with only a scratch from a bullet that hit my left leg. The wound isn't deep enough to hurt but it's smoking and I get worried.

Scott is examining his own injuries and Derek is taking behind a column.

"Go." Derek shouts at us.

Then, without another word, Derek spins into a new round of gunfire and goes right out the door to face the hunters himself.

I run from the house with Jackson by the hand and Scott in front of us, guiding us away from the guns and bullets.

Suddenly, Scott tumbles to his knees. He lurches up, black liquid at his lips. His body trying to heal itself. Trying and failing.

Crawling forward, he pushes himself up from the leaves and dirt making one last attempt to get back to his feet. But then he falls forward again. Rolling slowly onto his back, the world above starts to blur.

I feel my leg giving up on my as I fall next to Scott. Jackson is nowhere to be seen. Coward. We save him and he leaves us to die.

"Lou..." Scott whispers. "Allison..."

Darkness begins to creep in on my peripheral vision, and my hands start shaking. The ground beneath me is like gelatin. I can't keep my body straight.

"Allison..." Scott whispers.

"Isaac..."

I continue to blink as I fight to stay conscious. But then I see something above me. The dark silhouette of a man gazing down at me and Scott.

I don't feel anything anymore. Apart from the now agonizing pain on my leg, I feel the unconsciousness falling down on me.

"It's all right, Scott. You're going to be all right."

I don't know how long it had been since I passed out but when I jolt awake, there are two people in the room with me. I recognize it as Deaton's office.

I blink to remove the sleepiness from my system and turn my body around, still laying on the sofa. Deaton's back is to me and Scott is laying on one of the surfaces the vets use to treat their animals.

"Very true. And ninety percent of the time I'm mostly treating cats and dogs."

"Mostly?"

"Mostly." Deaton turns around and is now facing me. He looks at Scott with a knowing smile.

"I pretty much figured that out when he didn't sue us for kidnapping him." I smile tiredly and look down.

My leg is bandaged and still hurts a little but it's manageable. I try but getting up is harder than I thought. I fall back on the pillow and huff in annoyance. Deaton comes to my side and helps me up, a supportive hand on my back.

"Can I talk to you?" I ask shyly. I have to tell him about what I felt when I saw Peter a few hours ago. "It's about... The Seer thing."

"Do you want Scott to be here with us?" I nod. He deserves to know the truth. "Scott? Louisa has a thing to tell us. Do you mind laying down as she speaks?"

Scott mutters a low no, probably overthinking the amount of random possibilities.

"Calm down, bro." I sigh amusedly.

"Are you pregnant? Is that why Isaac stopped talking to you?" Scott overreacts and jumps out of the table, not even wincing. "Oh, he's so going to be dead when I fin-"

"Wow, wow, wow!" I put my hands on his shoulders as he's getting ready to run out of the vet. "No, I'm not pregnant. And no, that's not the reason why Isaac stopped talking to me. Stop it, jeez."

He chuckled uncomfortably. I can't contain my laughter and end up laying on the sofa again, this time clutching my stomach. Scott noticed his injury for the first time since he stood up and winces, sitting next to me.

Now, the light mood dissipates and it's time to reveal my secret. Deaton knows it but Scott doesn't. And I still have to tell Stiles next.

"Scott, promise you won't stay mad at me." I can't handle another friend leaving me. "Pinkie promise."

I stick my pinkie out and we entrelace our fingers, Scott eyeing me expectantly. He only nods as an answer.

"Just keep an open mind." I take a deep breath. "Remember the night Peter bit me? And then no one knew what was wrong with me? Well... Now I know what was wrong. Nothing!" He looks extremely confused and I clarify. "I'm a Seer. I see the future and sometimes the past. I can prevent death and disasters."

"So... You're trying to tell me you're supernatural like me?" Scott bobs his head around. "And you only told me that now?"

"I know it may sound selfish but I was discovering it, and I didn't want to tell you guys because I didn't know how you would react. It's enough to have you to worry about and protect. We don't need another one. We don't need me to be a problem."

"But you're not a problem." Scott takes me in his arms and I play with his hair. "You're family. You're one of us. And we will protect you with everything we have." He seems to ponder about something. "That's why your eyes changed color today!"

"Your eyes changed color?" Deaton raises his eyebrows suspiciously.

"I didn't know that. I just felt something different in my. I didn't know what but I could feel it."

"That's rare. Only the strongest Seers are able to change their eye color." He nods his head. "You're even more special than I thought."

I don't know if that makes me feel happy or extremely nervous. Maybe both. 

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How I feel after having an amazing idea and reading all the feedback! ;)

Another chapter right here! I really like this story. I'm so in love with it! :) wanna give some suggestions? Okay, let me say something: I need another character, a girl or a boy. This new character will be Lou's new friend (because I'm evil and the next chapters will be sad af). So YOU can be her new friend! You just have to fill the form I'm going to write next and the best idea wins! :)

Here it goes:

- Name;

- Age (from 15 to 19);

- Appearance/actor or actress who should play the part;

- Special power (it can be anything you want);

- Any other characteristic you want to add.

I'll give you guys a few days and after discussing the details with my dear friend (no he's not here on Wattpad) we will decide who wins. I need help with this, I'm not good with making important decisions.

I'll update soon guys! See ya then!