Emma's P.O.V:

I'm sitting in my room, staring at the closed door and smiling like an idiot. Never in a million years would I have thought I would be feeling like this towards a boy. Let alone the weirdest boy at school that I used to hate with passion.

It's funny how different things are now.

Today is the day of the winter formal. I heard Scott is going on his own, even though Coach has forbidden him to. I hope everything goes alright for him. I know he's doing it because Peter can kill Allison any minute. This block is the most psycho one I've met.

I hear a light knock on the door, right before it flies wide open. Jessica and Lydia are standing there, big smiles in their faces.

"Did someone ask for a fairy godmother?" Lydia squeals right before embracing me in the tightest hug in the history of tightest hugs.

"Thank you for doing this." I smile at her. "You know me; I'd show up in jeans and sneakers if it wasn't for you."

Lydia laughs loudly and cheery and I laugh with her. Jessica gets closer, holding two dresses in the air.

"This one is mine," Lydia says, taking one of the dresses and placing it in front of her body.

"This one is yours," Jessica says, her eyes shining.

"I love it!" I smile, feeling like crying.

I wish my mom was here. She would help me out picking a dress and getting ready. Hell, she would give me advice in this dating thing. It isn't something I can tell anyone. I even feel embarrassed to tell Jessica.

I had already taken a shower so I quickly go to the bathroom to get changed. When I go back to my room, Lydia is already in her dress, sitting in front of my mirror.

I notice someone else in the room. "Hey, Mrs Martin," I greet Lydia's mom. "I knew you couldn't miss this."

"No way," Mrs Martin smiles. "Now let me do your hair, Emma. We have a lot of work to do."

The next few hours are actually fun. Painting my nails, adding make up, working on my hair...it makes me wonder why I don't do this all the time.

The excuse is that takes a lot of time and I do not have time for this if I decided to protect my best friend's life and that involves a lot of keeping myself alive.

But Lydia does this every morning, so I don't see why not. I'll think about it.

And just as we're finishing and Jessica is taking pictures of Lydia and me together, even with Mrs Martin in some of them, my phone rings. I smile, because it's probably Stiles telling me to be ready.

I don't even look at the ID as I happily sing "hello?"

"Emma?" it isn't Stiles, but Melissa. Melissa McCall is calling me.

"Melissa? Hi, what's up?" My smile fades a bit because I don't know what she's up to.

"Can you please come to the hospital? I know it's late and you have the winter formal but..."

"Mom, what is it?" I just called her mom. Everyone in the room is staring at me now.

"It's about your dad...he-he was attacked by some animal."

I feel like my whole world is tumbling down. Some animal, is she serious?

I know that Peter really wants Scott in his pack because it makes him powerful and shit, but what the hell does my father have to do with all of this? He's totally exceeding the limits!

"I'll be right there," I mumble, tossing my phone away, feeling the tears already ruining my make-up.

"Emma, what's wrong?" Jessica asks me, taking my face in her hands.

"My dad is in the hospital. He-he has been attacked," I whisper, turning around to face shocked Lydia. "I need one last favour."

"Yes, whatever you want," Lydia says, taking my hands in hers. I love how she's mean to everyone but cares about me.

"I need you to go with Stiles to the formal, for me?" I ask her. I know it's too much and he'll be so angry at me, but I really can't help it. "You can't tell him, okay? I just-I need to do this alone."

Lydia hesitates but nods, quickly hugging me.

I look at Jessica, who's trying hard not to cry.

"I'll see you at the hospital, yeah? I need to do something first."

This may or may not have been the most stupid decision of my life. I don't care, though. I'm angry, furious towards the one that calls himself the Alpha.

He has nothing to be an Alpha, he isn't more than a killer.

I get out of the door, just to bump into someone.

"Emma." Thank God it isn't Stiles.

"Scott," I greet him, hugging him tight. "I need you to take me to Allison's. Now."

Just when he's about to ask why, I hush him. I need to do this.

He rides his bike in a supernatural speed, leaving me in front of Allison's door within seconds.

I knock twice, and wait a few minutes until Chris Argent opens the door for me. "Allison's gone."

"I know that; I'm not here for her," I say, pushing past him and letting myself in.

"Then how can I help you, Emma Lee?" Should I tell him that I know?

I sigh, turning around to face him.

"My dad was attacked by a 'you-know-what'. I need a weapon."

"I know what?" he raises an eyebrow at me. Oh, come on. Is he really going to make me say it?

"A werewolf, okay? He was attacked by a fucking werewolf and I don't know if he's alive or dying or turning and I need a weapon to defend myself! I'm not asking you to be part of your weird anti-werewolves mafia or anything! Just give me a gun and I'll leave." I shouldn't be here, I shouldn't trust him. He wants my best friend dead. He has Derek.

Derek isn't my favourite person in the world, but we for sure had gone through a lot together. At this point, I'm pretty proud to say that if I'm in danger, Derek would help me.

"You know?" is all Mr Argent comes out with.

I roll my eyes, scoffing.

"Of course I know! I've known all the way!"

"That means Stilinski knows too," he accuses me. Is he really doing this right now?

"Stiles has nothing to do with this," I mumble, glad that he can't hear my heartbeat.

"Leave the kid out of this, Chris." Kate Argent makes it into the room. "Scott is who we're looking for."

"Is that how you know? Or did Allison tell you?"

"Wait, Scott is a werewolf?" I act like I don't know. "Listen, I don't know and I don't care, okay? I didn't know Scott was supernatural and I don't even talk to Allison anymore. What part of my dad is dying or possibly turning don't you get?"

"Give the girl a gun, Chris," Kate says and she basically scares me.

I don't know why he just nods and disappears to get what I want. "You sure you didn't know about Scott's condition?"

"How did you even found out about Scott? I'm his best friend; it's kind of offensive that he didn't tell me." I cross my arms, not losing eye contact. That'd only sell me out.

Kate just laughs, wanting to look superior to me. I feel like crying again. "Then how did you find out, smartass?"

Shit. How did I find out?

"I'm friends with Derek."

Okay, remember when I said that coming here was the worst decision I've ever made? Telling Kate Argent that I'm friends with Derek is even worst.

Is the worst-worst decision I've ever made. Her eyes light up with amusement.

"Alright, young lady," she keeps laughing like a villain would do, walking towards me. "Say it again, slowly."

"Are you a werewolf or shit? How could you know?" I roll my eyes, but she keeps coming closer.

Now, remember when I say Peter was the most psycho one? Kate beats him all the way.

"Say it, slowly," she orders, lowering her voice.

"I'm friends with Derek," I slowly state, not needing to lie.

Kate laughs even louder. "You should think about it twice before becoming friends with people like him."

"I think I can manage myself, thank you." I roll my eyes yet again because this girl is crazy.

She's about to reply when Mr Argent makes it to the room, with a weird gun in hand.

"Here, all you have to do is pull the trigger and your victim will be electrified. I don't assure you it can hurt someone, but at least it will paralyze them enough for you to save your life."

I take the gun in my hands, quickly examining it and trying to hide it in my dress.

"Thank you," I say looking at Mr Argent, sadly smiling.

"Emma." He stops me by the door. "If you succeed tonight, I may call you to join my anti-werewolves mafia." I smile, not looking back.

I have a hospital to get to and a crazy wolf to confront.