Emma's P.O.V:

Once I get to the hospital, Melissa is waiting for me. She embraces me in a tight hug, right before directing me to my dad's room.

"Deaton?" I call Scott's boss when I see him standing right next to my father. "What are you doing here?"

Melissa leaves us alone, that's when the vet talks. "I came to see your dad."

"Do you know how it happened?" Scott had mentioned something about Deaton knowing a little bit more than what he should.

"Sheriff said they were near the woods, a car accident had happen, when some animal jumped into your father and bit him." Deaton is examining the wounds in my dad's ribs. The same spot where he bit Scott.

"Will he...turn?" I bite my lip expecting an answer.

"It's hard to say," Deaton says. "He's not dying, at least."

"How do you know when they'll die?" I'm curious of how Deaton knows all of this stuff.

"They are in terribly pain, purple blood comes out of their mouth." I make a face, remembering all of the times Derek had thrown up dark blood in front of me. "Seen it before?"

"More times than I'd like to." I weakly smile at him and then I look at my dad. He's asleep and he doesn't seem to be in pain at all.

"Is it possible not to die but not turn at the same time?" I ask one more time.

"There are rare cases of immune people," Deaton explains.

"What are you, exactly?"

"I'm just a vet." Deaton shrugs.

"Bullshit," I mumble. "I should go now."

"I wouldn't confront the Alpha by myself, Emma." He warns me when I'm halfway through the door.

"Are you a psychic?"

"You should probably go find Scott first."

I nod, quickly thanking him as I make my way out of the hospital. I wave goodbye to Melissa when I bump into someone. I look up to meet Peter's eyes. All the anger I feel towards him is replaced by fear when he looks back at me with that psycho look he always wears.

"Good," he states. "You are going to do exactly what I'll tell you if you don't want to end up like your father."

"Why would you do that?" I ask my voice breaking. "What the hell do you want from me?"

He laughs, evilly, reminding me of Kate. "I want your little boyfriend to show me where Derek is."

"How in hell would he know where Derek is?" He grabs my wrists and I immediately shut up.

"What's going on?" Melissa approaches us. Peter lets go of me and slightly pushes me towards her.

"We, uh, Peter offered me a ride to the formal. Maybe I can still make it to one last dance." I nervously smile and Melissa believes it.

She lets go.

"I knew you wouldn't disappoint me, Emma Lee." Peter smirks, dragging me out of the hospital and into the woods.

"Don't you have a car or something?" I complain, because I'm still in heels and because I rather be with him on the road, where there's other people.

He suddenly stops, smiling like a mental one.

"Lovely Emma," he whispers, showing me his teeth.

"Please don't kill me." I don't even give two steps back when I fall down in these shoes. "Please, I'll do whatever you want."

"What makes you think I'd kill you?" he fake pouts, showing his teeth yet again.

"I don't know, maybe your teeth or maybe that fact that you're completely insane? You already cursed Scott and my dad. What else do you want?" I know I shouldn't be saying these things when I'm on the floor and can't really get up and run.

"I wouldn't kill you, Emma," he laughs. "If anything, I'd make you part of my pack."

"Me?" I try to make some time; looking for the gun Mr Argent gave me earlier.

"You would be an excellent werewolf. Just imagine it, Emma; Scott, you and even Stiles, Derek...what a lovely pack."

"No if you're going to be the Alpha."

"Oh, dear; I already am," just as he says so, I shoot the gun in his direction and just as Mr Argent said, it paralyzed him on the floor.

I know this is useless because I'm running into the woods with high heels and with a supernatural wolf trying to catch me, but I do my best and I swear I almost make it to school when he catches me.

"You are being a bad girl, Emma," he says right before scratching my arm.

I bite my lip and cover the wound with my free hand, trying to conceal the pain. Oh, dear, what if you can turn by scratch?

"Here," he says, jerking my hand away and covering his with my blood, right after spreading it all over my dress and my neck and basically everything. it won't stop bleeding and I already am covered in my own blood. "Now Stiles will think I hurt you so much worse than I actually did."

He makes me follow him and I really don't have an option so I just walk behind him, trying to make my arm to stop bleeding.

He stops me in the lacrosse field, turning the lights on and revealing someone in the middle of it.

"Lydia?" I whisper, Peter evilly smiles.

"Don't kill her!" I squeal in horror. He digs his nails into my healthy arm and I bite my lip once again. I won't show weakness in front of this weirdo.

"I wouldn't," he says, looking offended.

And then he slaps me in the face. What the hell this dude? He covers my mouth with his hand as we walk towards confused Lydia.

"Jackson, is that you?" she asks us. "Jackson? Is that you?"

I close my eyes and silently cry, because I don't want to see this. Peter keeps covering my mouth so I can't warn Lydia.

"Lydia! Lydia, run!" I hear someone else say. I open my eyes to see Stiles running towards us, when Peter shoves me to the ground and bites Lydia.

I hold my scratched arm and try to stand up in these stupid shoes. I can't.

Stiles gets closer to Lydia and I stand in my spot.

"Please don't kill her!" he pleads, sounding nervous and scared.

"Of course," Peter answers, acting like an innocent one.

"Emma!" He looks at me, hurt evident in his eyes. "What did you do to her?"

"I'm fine!" I lie, Lydia is more important right now.

"See? You really thought I'd treat your girlfriend badly?"

"What do you want from me? You know, kill me now, I don't care!" Stiles is out of his mind. I take a look at Lydia. She's in the same state as my dad.

"I want you to tell me where to find Derek," Peter slowly states.

"What? I don't know that! Why would you think I'd know that?" Stiles stutters, trapping on his own words.

"Because you are the smart one," Peter states. Hey, that's offensive. He could have just asked me, I'm smart too.

"Listen, I don't know-"

"Tell me!" the Alpha roars. Come on, Stiles.

"Okay, look." Stiles explains how Derek took Scott's phone during the Argents attack. He really is the smart one, I'll give him that.

Peter smirks, satisfied with his answer. "Let's go," he orders.

"What? We can't leave her here!" I protest. There's no way I'll leave Lydia to die.

"You stay with her." Peter shrugs.

"No way, dude, you already brought me here all the way. And if you're going to hurt someone, you already hurt me so you can keep doing so. No need to hurt Stiles." I state, finally standing up.

"Call your friend Jackson. It's all I give you." I look at Stiles, who nods, and I kneel beside Lydia's body as he calls.

"I'm sorry, Lydia," I whisper, taking her hand.

When Stiles assures me that Jackson will come, the Alpha demands us to follow him.

Stiles finds my hand, not saying anything. God, he's mad.