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"Stiles," I mumbled to him as I gripped onto the dashboard of the car while making sure the seatbelt was secured.

"What?" He says, jerking around to see behind him. I'm not sure what he expected to see, maybe giant Peter following after us or something. Either way he was driving erratically, making a beeline for the school.

We had to tell Scott what happened.

"You're going way too fast," I said aloud, looking at the speedometer," if he wanted to get us he would have already. Please slow down."

He nods and obeys, gradually slowing down. Stiles glances at me from his side to see me still clutching the seatbelt way too tight," how are you feeling?"

"Numb," I mumble," I don't even want to think about what might happen."

He nods and stops at the red light, oddly enough there isn't any traffic. Its just us at the red light with no signs of other cars. Stiles taps his fingers rhythmically against the steering as I bite my lip.

"So what are think-"

I had placed my elbow on the passenger door in order to look over at Stiles when something- or better yet someone- had reached out and opened the door.

My seatbelt is practically ripped off as I'm yanked out of the cab when Stiles tries to grab at me, eyes widened with surprises.

I don't even have to guess when I feel someone grip me on the wait and speak," sorry sweetheart, you're needed a little longer."

"Let go of me you freak!" I squirm around in his grasp. He's way too strong, stronger then normal and I can barely move so I yell out," STILES GO!"

"Goodbye Stiles," Peter says much calmer.

He lifts me up so my feet barely graze the ground and in a very Derek manner swooshes out of there with me.

It takes him less then a minute to get us in the middle of the dense forest, he drops me between two trees where the moon just barely manages to give some light. My balance is off for a couple seconds, feet staggering over the broken tree limbs.

"Derek!" I yell out when I see him and try to run towards him, relief instantly getting the best of me only to be pulled back by Peter.

"Not so fast sweetheart," he says aloud," you need to help me."

I try and elbow him before growling out," get the fuck off!"

I look up to try and get Derek to help but he stands their looking at me as I struggle. Peter get a grip on my arm and turn me around so I face his face, only it's not really his face; it's more like half of his face while the other appears to have been severely burnt.

Peter raises a hand and pulls away the string of hair that's begun to cover one side of my face and then cups my cheek before saying slowly," I helped you become the Dea now you need to help me."

"Fuck you! I wouldn't help you if you were dying!" I spit out.

"Not like you have a choice," he says with a smile," just hold still. I'm sure Derek won't mind."

I lift an eyebrow ready to question when pulls me in and kisses me.

EW WHAT THE FUCK!

I begin yelling and trying to bite him, hopefully pulling his lip straight off in the process, smacking at his arms. Why isn't Derek helping? Why is he letting this happen?

Peters hand goes to the small in my wait as he pushes our lips closer, the feeling that's usually associated with healing someone begins to take over. Now though, it's stronger, much stronger. I can feel the power practically chocking me and just like that my eyes snap closed. Whatever fight I had to stop this goes out, I fall asleep just as I feel Peter pull away.

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"Maybe you could try and see things from my perspective..."

My brains foggy and my eyes still feel heavy when I hear those words, a small groan escapes me as I hear a swipe of flesh.

"Leave her Derek," Peter says, and I feel the weight of Derek arms begin to lower me onto the cold wet ground.

There footsteps are heard as I begin to gain the feeling back into my palms and a chocking sound is heard near me. Someone's hand, I don't know who's grabs onto my wrist as they twitch beside me.

What's happened? Are they dying... oh god please don't let them be dying.

It takes me 10 minutes to fully recuperate but eventually I shoot up and gulp big breaths of air as I look over to see Scott has stopped from twitching.

"Scott!" I yell out and watch as he too gasp aloud with eyes widened.

He sits up, looking confused.

"What happened?" He asks.

"Peter Hale is the alpha."

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"Dude!" Stiles is heard yelling right outside the doors of the locker room as Scott and I sit in the benches, both still slightly trying to be 100 percent," we have a hug problem."

"Trust us," I mumble out, " we know."

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"Lydia," I mumble, annoyance clear in my voice," I'm really not in the mood to hear you try and justify whatever happened okay? I'm over just go home."

I look over at strawberry blonde who sits on one of the bar stools in my kitchen with her hands fumbling around. I walked in a minute ago and found her watching me as I came in, prepared to grab cookies and go to bed.

"He called me dead weight," she mumbles out lowly, her eyes glazing over," he texted me."

"What?" I asked, slightly interested when I noticed her holding back tears.

She looks me straight in the eyes before answering me," Jackson... he... broke up with me, over text. He said I was nothing more then dead weight in his life."

My finger grabbed at the granite countertop," he broke up with you."

"Over text," she finishes.

"That..." I practically yell," BASTARD!"

With my fists clenched and red in my vision I walk straight towards the front door, ready to go knock that blonde bastard up and down the streets.

"Imelda no wait!" She yells out, clutching at my arm beige I can take a step forward.

My fingers itch to scratch at his perfect cheekbones so I turn around and yell out," what Lydia! Let me at him! I want to tear off his skin and throw him into a lemon bath!"

"No please," she says, tears beginning to pour down her face," please don't make a scene. Just stay here... please."

Any anger I have instantly drops as my friend comes forward and engulfs me into a hug, her tiny arms clutching at me like I was the only thing keeping her up. I dug my fingers into her back and let her cry out, her tears soaking the white top I have on.

"Lydia," I mumble gently and pull away so I can wipe tears off her face," listen to me. He's an idiot, the dumbass of the century for letting you go. He is not worth any of these tears you're crying and I swear if you weren't crying right now I would go over and slap him in the face with his stupid Porsche for making you cry, I probably will tomorrow but for right now we are going to do anything you want."

And so we did, as her best friend I forgot how pissed I was at her earlier and watched Sabrina the entire night. We ate chocolate covered strawberries the entire night and slept until it was late into the day. Tonight had given me 2 revelations; the first one being the most irrelevant of all, the lacrosse team had won and we were moving on, the second thing was Peter Hale being the alpha but more then that I realized that Derek had switched sides.

He had officially declared himself team Peter.

And I just don't think I could deal with that.

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Lydia was showering, humming to herself while Beyoncé played in the background to my ensuite bathroom while I carefully tiptoed out of the room and into the hallway where she would not hear me. The vibrating cellphone in my hand read Scott McCall so I hurriedly picked it up.

"Hell?" I mumbled quietly.

"Imelda," he says," something's wrong with Jackson!"

I rolled my eyes," yeah figured that out yesterday when he slammed me against the lockers. Something will be wrong with him when I get my hands on him, I just haven't decided if it'll be a ton or a leg."

"No! Last night at the gam the argents were talking! They thinks he's the second beta! Chris Argent is going after him!"

"What really," I say worried," wow... this can't be fucking happening! Fuck! Okay... you're going to have to deal with this one alone Scott!"

"What! Why? He's your best friend!"

"Ex best friend," I growl," besides I'm only Lydia, Allison duty today!"

"What? where are you going?"

I smirk," lets just say Allison has a very good lesson to teach Lydia."

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Lydia bragged loudly once more, gripping at my arm as she attempts not to fall for the tenth time," Allison when you said you needed to stop for an errand before we went shopping a hike in the woods was not what I was expecting."

"No one told you to wear heels," I number at her before she glares at me.

The poor girl, she's struggling massively in her booted heels and leggings to keep up with combat wearing Allison and I. Allison looks up at me once, shooting me a quick smile before speeding up and saying," before I forget I want to ask if you were okay with something. Jackson asked me to the Winter Formal."

I stay silent, looking Lydia as her expression changes for a moment and she looks at me. I pretend to busy myself looking at the giant black bag Allison carries, wondering what was in it.

Lydia hesitates but answers," did he?"

"Yeah," Allison calls back," as just friends but I wanted to make sure you were okay with it first."

I can see it in Lydia's face that she's far from okay with it, hell I even see her arm twitch forward to smack Allison. She's composed though, merely answering," sure. As long as it's just friends."

The accusing tone in her voice makes me roll my eyes and cross my arms waiting for the snap response of Allison," well yeah I mean... it's not like I would take him to the coaches office during lacrosse practice to make out with him or anything."

And Lydia for once is speechless, glancing at me for help, I just simply walk faster to be next to Allison who I wink at.

I knew there was a reason I actually did talk to her.

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So it turns out that Allison was really good at archery, yay for me! I mean it's not like her father didn't try to kill Scott and I with that very same weapon a couple weeks ago or anything...

Seriously... fuck my life.

Anyways, inside that giant black bag she hauled through tons of forest was indeed a state of the art crossbow that resembled the one Katniss used at the very end of the books. You know where she's almost bat shit crazy but really she's just any other women seeking revenge against a man who had her fucked up. We can totally relate to that right?

Anyways, yes she has this black bow and is currently attaching the head to the arrow, it looks like a black bomb.

"What does that do?" Lydia mumbles curiously.

"We are about to find out," states Allison's as she secured the glove in her hand, apparently it help her not mess up her hand.

With the most serious look on her face she stands, drawing the bow and arrow like a pro and lets it go at the farthest tree.The arrow connects with the tree instantly, like a firework it explodes and out shoots mists amongst other bright explosions.

I bite my lip and remember her father using that, thankfully I'm immune.

"What the hell is that?" Lydia asks quietly.

Allison drops her bow and stares at the disappearing mist," I don't know.

"Well that was fun," I mumble trying very hardly not too sound worried," anything else you want to try out? Got any vervain bombs in there?"

She goes to laugh and say something sassy back when we hear the snap of twigs nearby. I'm on high alert instantly and grabbing at Lydia, stepping in front of Allison.

"What the fuck was that," I mumble out loud and search the woods.

I swear to god if it's Peter trying to kiss me again someone getting an arrow up his ass.

We hear the twigs and this time both of them jump into defensive mode.

"Hold this," Allison says, handing me the bow.

"What? Why?" Lydia says from behind me.

"Because I thought I heard something," says to the back.

"So what if you heard something?" Lydia says back.

"So," Allison says clearly not understanding what Lydia doesn't get," I want to find out what that something is. Don't worry it's probably nothing."

She drops her glove onto the black bag and begins walking off.

"Well what that something is something and that something is something dangerous," Lydia says quickly.

"Oh my god," I mumble to her," then talking right now is not the best idea."

Allison ignores her and walks forward, I really should be letting her walk off like that but if it were Peter he would have come for me already. I doubt he wants Lydia though and I'm pretty sure he's keeping Allison alive for leverage. So that leaves something human and I'm pretty sure I can take a human before he lays a hand on her head.

"Lydia," I mumble out," you remember those self defense classes we took in LA?"

"Vaguely," she mumbles back, clutching onto my forearm.

"Well then... we are fucked."

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"What's taking her so long!" Lydia huffs, running her hands up and down her arms to warm up.

I smile hearing the conversation," relax. I think she's fine."

"She better be," she mumbles back.

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Shopping doesn't go as planned! Thankfully! And instead we head home.

Lydia decides to go home instead of staying with me so I decide to have a relaxing day on the couch. I was planning on heading over to Stiles house and possibly making out with him in a fiery moment of passion until both of us are left nak... hahaha! Yeah right! I bet you little pervs would like that! Nope lol not gonna happen!

What I was actually going to do is probably drive around with him while we tried solving more werewolf problems while simultaneously eating junk food.

I just got to lazy though so instead I threw myself on the nearest couch and resorted to watching Family guy reruns.

I was about 4 episodes in when my phone rang, earning a groan to escape my lips as I looked at the text.

From Stiles.

MOMMA MCCALL GOING ON DATE WITH PETER! PETER TRYING TO TURN HER INTO WEREWOLF ON DATE! SCOTT AND I PLAN TO RUIN DATE! YOU IN OR OUT?

Oh fuck no! Peter better not place one hand on her perfect head or I swear to god I'll rip him inside out!

I send a quick text back that reads.

I get to shove the bat up his ass.

And am quick to shut the tv off and grab my boots, it takes me less time to shove on my boots and as I'm walking towards the front door I hear the jeeps horn beep at me.

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"Okay so what's the plan again?" I mumble out from the back seat, Peters car not far ahead of us. In fact it's parked.

"I'm gonna crash into the thing and you and Scott get out before Melissa sees you," Stiles mumble to me.

"Yeah okay," I say leaning back further," that's a brilliant idea."

"Hold on," he mumbles and accelerates forward.

The second he's smashed into the car Scott and I waste no time in jumping out and heading towards the back.

Melissa starts yelling at Stiles, Scott and I doing are hardest to not be seen.

"Nicely done," Peter mumbles to us.

Scott and I look at one another, listening in as Stiles does his best to entertain them... with well being Stiles.

"Nicely done," mumbles Peter once more," I'm impressed with the both of you it's too bad most teenagers aren't that smart. Like that one on the Lacrosse team... Jackson? Thinks he knows all about us... you know how they say knowledge is power? Not in his case."

I gasp out," Jackson."

"Let's go," Scott says and pulls me down the street and into the woods.

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"They are not here Scott!" I pace back and forth in the upstairs hallway of the Hale house. The floorboard creek underneath my feet from my constant pacing.

"Where else would he have taken him?" Scott asks.

"I swear if they've hurt him I will kill them, I don't even care," I mumble out now realizing just how much Jackson is my best friend. Right now whatever he did to me doesn't matter as I can literally feel my heart slamming against my rib cage.

"Ssh!" He says halting me," listen."

"Is it safe? I don't want rafters falling on my head," the usual amount of cockiness exudes from Jacksons words.

I roll my eyes, yup definitely alive.

"What's in here?"

"Everything you want. " Derek answers. Why is he doing this? Why now?

The old wood creaks as I presume Jackson opens the door.

The door closes shut and Jackson speaks," this house. It's the same house."

"What did you say?" Derek asks the question that I too wonder as my eyebrows furrow.

"I've dreamt about this house," Jackson answers," I remember the staircase. I remember the walls. I remember everything."

"You've been here?" Derek accuses.

"No never I've dreamt it," he answers and then pauses, dread flowing into his next words, there's no one else here and no one else is coming."

If Derek answers I don't know because in the next moments I hear Jackson stumbling cost the steps as he pleads," no no no! Please don't okay I'll shut up! I'll never say another word again! I'll leave Scott alone... I want touch Imelda again! Please! You can't do this! Please! I don't deserve it!"

He's crying, I can hear the shaking in his voice hell in even close to crying. Jackson has never begged for anything in his life. I can't freaking breathe I need to get out there before Derek literally kills Jackson.

"LOOK AROUND YOU!" Derek screams at him," wouldn't there be someone here trying to save you! There's no one here! There's a reason no one cares that you drive an expensive car. No one cares that you have perfect hair! No one cares that you're best friends with the girl of your dreams! And no one cares cares that you're captain of the lacrosse team!"

"Excuse me!" Scott finally steps out in front of me as I march forward," co-captain."

I step out from behind Scott and yell out," and I care about him."

While Scott launches himself forward, jumping so he stands between Derek and Jackson I walk down the steps. The entire time not breaking haze with an emotionless Derek.

"Jackson get up," I say, not looking behind me," we are leaving."

"You're not leaving with them," he growls out.

I cross my arms," go fuck yourself."

He looks at Scott and growls, face morphed, "move."

"No!" Scott growls out in wolf form already.

"Fine, I'll just kill you too," Derek says and starts fighting with Scott. Luckily I know Scott can take him, for now my job is to get Jackson out of here.

I turn grabbing Jackson and lifting him off the staircase when the sound of an arrow soaring is heard.

"Duck!" Derek growls. Jackson throws his arms over my head and cradles me into his chest as he stood us to the ground.

But it's too late, while Scott gets shot with a wolvesbane bullet I'm stabbed in the torso with an arrow, thankfully this one doesn't explode.

Blood begins to gargle from my mouth and Jackson looks at me frantically.

"Take her!" Derek growls out, lifting us both," take her out of here!"

Jackson doesn't hesitate carefully helping me while I limp out the back with him away from the bullets.

"Wait!" I slowly yell out," Scott... Derek!"

"They'll be fine," Jackson grunts, pulling me along as we both run," we need to get out of here."

We run for 5 minutes before the pain in my abdomen starts taking over the rest of my body, I need to get this arrow out of me now. I'll heal in no time.

"Stop," I manage to say," I can't anymore."

He gently lets me go as I sway in place and look at the bloodstained grey shirt I wear, "that looks terrible. We need to get you to a hospital."

"No we don't," I say, gritting my and grabbing onto the arrow.

"Yes we -"

While Jackson talks I quickly yank the arrow out, a scream building up in my throat, the pain dropping me on my knees.

"Fuck! That hurt!" I yell out.

"Imelda!" Jacksons says worried," you're going to die! You need a hospital."

"Relax," I say in a very pained voice, liking downwards at the bloody arrow," I'll heal."

"You'll what?" He asks confused.

"I'll heal," I restate looking up at him, my silver wolf eyes predominant as I feel my absolute already beginning to stitch up and the blood to be gone.

"But... how... when did you...your eyes..."

"When did I become a Dea, not werewolf, that's a story for another time. What's important now is that I find Scott and Derek to see if they are okay," I say, standing and breaking the arrow into 2 pieces before throwing it into the woods.

"What am I suppose to do?" Jackson asks, still shocked and looking at my wound that's now just smooth skin with bits of blood coating it.

"First give me your shirt," I order, pulling at the ripped grey fabric of mine," don't want to run into the hunters with a bloody shirt."

He obeys, yanking off his white top," I don't get it, how did you heal?"

I wipe the blood off my abdomen with my old shirt before putting on his much larger one and sniffing around," Dea perk. I heal much faster then humans or werewolves. Now you're going to head in that direction, run Jackson, no matter what you here run. That way should lead you to my backyard, either stay at mines or go home, just don't turn back."

He looks at me, guilt creeping up on his face," Imelda I - "

"If your going to apologize for the shit you've done save it, you can tell me later or better yet repay the favor. Right now, you can do what you do best Jackson and save your ass. I have to go save Scott," I say to him curtly, when he makes no move to run I roll my eyes and push him," what are you waiting for go!"

He takes one last glance at me, yanking me into a hug and kissing the top of my head before running.

Jackson is safe, now I just need to make sure everyone else is too.

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Scott's scent leads me to a road, one of the back roads here in the preserve and I'm careful to not make a lot of noise.

The road is long and it seems to lead right back into the middle of Beacon Hills.

I can hear the nearest car is coming my way, but I choose not to hide instead I just walk on the side of the road as it slows down and stops next to me.

"Imelda," it's Deaton, he is smiling warmly at me," how about I give you a ride."

I force a smile," it's okay. I'm sure you're - "

A groan come from the back of his car, I peek around him to see Scott lying there, bloody.

"I think it's best if I give you a ride," Deaton clarifies.

I nod and walk around towards the passenger seat.

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"How?" I mumble, standing near the table where normally an animal would be laying on. In this case it's my dying friend Scott.

"How did I know?" Deaton says in his calm demeanor," you'd be surprised at the things I do."

He begins walking around, grabbing things to pull the bullet out and clean it when I step up," I can heal him. I can do it in the -"

"Dea?" He finishes for me," yes I'm aware of that. Unfortunately you're still to weak from your own wound right now, if you try and save Scott it could end badly. As you learn to control your abilities it'll get easier, you won't pass out or need to stop but for right now I think it's best if I do this."

I nod, going with what the man says cause frankly he's been a big help and I somehow trust him. Scott looks pale beyond belief, almost dead as Deaton pulls out the bullet and begins cleaning the wound.

"Have you notified your friend?" Deaton asks me.

I nod," yes, Stiles is most likely on his way."

"Good," he says and wipes once more at the wound when Scott gasp out and tries sitting up in the same moment.

"Hey," I gently say, pulling him right back down," stay still."

"I wouldn't get up just yet Scott," Deaton tells him as Scott begins coughing.

"Am I -"

"You're find," Deaton answers," and I've given you something that should speed up the healing process."

"But you're a vet," Scott says lowly.

Yeah, no fucking kidding...

"Very true and 90 percent of the time I'm majorly treating cad and dogs," he answers.

"Mostly?" I question with an eyebrow raised.

"Mostly."

Scott goes back down, falling asleep.

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I wrote an entire episode in one chapter! That took forever! Mostly because there wasn't anything big in this episode. Anyways yeah I'm so not editing this chapter right now, I'm just posting it so if there's misspelling sorry!

Tell me how you feel or your prediction for her season 2

Oh!

I'll give you a sneak peek of it!

"Bitch."

"No sweetie, I'm the Dea you're the one with the tail that's about to get ripped off and fed to you if you put one hand on my best friend."