THE NEXT MORNING was tense, you could say. Isaac came in to ‘wake me up’ and had my book bag and a separate bag with some of my things. He said Derek went and got some things the previous night.

I was glad to see my lavender bunny in my bag. I tucked him under my blanket, out of sight.

I sighed softly as I exited my new bedroom, dressed in a pair of skinny jeans and a random green long-sleeved shirt Derek had apparently grabbed. Over top I had my regular brown jacket that had dried over night. My shoes, however, weren't quite as lucky. They squished a but when I walked.

As soon as I entered the kitchen, both boys turned to stare at me. Isaac flashed a quick and half-assed smile, but I could really tell what kind of look Derek was giving me. I pretended I didn't notice him inspecting my healing black eye.

"Which cabinet has cups in it?" I asked quietly, playing with my dark blonde pony tail. Derek silently opened a cabinet and took out a glass, handing it out towards me. I purposely grabbed it so that I wouldn't have to touch his hand.

I slipped past him and filled my cup in the sink drinking it as I glanced at the time on the stove. We had a few minutes before we had to leave.

"Do you want some cereal?" Derek asked stiffly. I shook my head wordlessly. He sighed and nodded, walking away.

"Guess we're leaving early," Isaac muttered as he hopped down from his stool and followed after Derek. I set my glass on the counter and followed the duo.

I'd never admit it to his face, but Derek's car was the nicest one I'd ever been in. I admired it silently from the backseat, allowing Isaac to sit shotgun. I simply slumped against the door and stared out the window. I knew Derek was glanced back at me periodically through the rearview mirror, but I ignored it.

The entire ride was silent, not even the radio playing. Finally we got to the highschool and Isaac hopped out, barely thanking Derek for the ride. Just as I was going to reach for the handle, I heard the doors lock. I turned to Derek with a blank expression.

He sighed deeply as he turned to face me, "Listen, I was a bit harsh last night. I don't want us to have problems if Isaac's in my pack."

I didn't respond, blankly staring at him. I could tell it was annoying him, but I didn't have anything to say. He was honest with me last night and I agreed with every word he spoke.

That was the end of our one-sided conversation before he unlocked the doors and I exited. I adjusted my bag and quickened my pace towards the lacrosse field. I planned on skipping first period to watch Isaac. I was worried he'd end up loosing control out there.

"Hey!"

I jumped when  an arm slung around my shoulders, nearly going into cardiac arrest. I huffed when  I saw who it was, pushing his chest playfully.

"Jesus, Joey, you nearly gave me a damn heart attack!" I snapped at him, though I couldn't fight off a smile. He smirked and poked my side.

"Whatever you say little miss jumpy," the blonde chuckled, "You coming to watch me practice?"

I raised a brow at him, "In your dreams."

"You're right," Joey nodded proudly, "You are in my dreams. Usually you're doing more than watching me though."

I scoffed and punched his arm, rolling my eyes. He laughed at me, slinging his arm around my shoulder again.

"So, what's up?" He asked ominously.

"What do you mean?"

"Something must be wrong. Your hair doesn't look brushed, your bags have bags, and you hopped out of some random dude's car," he suddenly paused, making me stop as he placed his hands on my shoulders, "You'd tell me if you were screwing a guy I don't know, right?"

"Oh, please," I rolled my eyes, shoving his hands off me, "I'm not sleeping with him, I barely know him. He's just helping my brother with something."

"That's mysteriously vague," Joey pretended to stroke his nonexistent beard, "But it'd be anticlimactic if you told me right away anyways, talk to you later!"

I shook my head slightly as he jogged towards the boys locker room. I continued to the field and took a seat on the bleachers. There weren't many people there to watch.

Soon enough the team was on the field playing. I furrowed my brows when I noticed the goalie was actually running towards them and tackling them. It looked like he was sniffing them afterwards. Coach snatched one of the other players but I couldn't tell what they were saying.

Something didn't feel right.

I felt my heart racing, nervous about what would happen if this kid tackled Isaac. He was newly bitten and Derek said the full moon was tonight.

Jackson Whittmore sat out, leaving my brother to go next.

"Keep calm, Isaac," I whispered. His head turned to me for a moment, telling me he had heard him. I watched as Joey patted him on the shoulder. Then, both Isaac and the goalie ran straight towards each other. I winced as they collided, both falling back onto their hands and knees.

I stood to my feet, ready to run towards them. Suddenly Isaac was being called over by a group of police officers. It looked like they were arresting him.

"What the hell is going on?!" I snapped as I ran towards them. My question was left unanswered and next it was me getting arrested right alongside him.

They thought we killed our father.

* * * * *

"We'll be fine," I whispered, my head in my hands and my elbows on my knees as I sat on the bench inside of our cell. We were down at the station being held. Jackson told them that he'd seen us all arguing, and revealed he knew we were being abused across the road from him.

"You won't," Isaac mumbled from where he sat on the floor in the corner farthest from me.

"Isaac, don't worry about me. Just focus on yourself."

"It's the full moon, Julia," Isaac snapped, glaring at me, "I could tear you to shreds without even blinking."

"You won't," I insisted, lifting my head, "I trust you."

"It doesn't even matter if you survive this. You're eighteen, you'll be treated as an adult," He said with a shake of his head.

"We genuinely didn't kill him," I stated as I ran a hand through my hair, "So they have to figure that out eventually."

"What if they don't?" Isaac asked softly. I sighed and shook my head, staring ahead at the metal bars.

"Then I say I did this alone. I'll say you were at a friend's house while I killed him," I shrugged.

"You can't do that!" Isaac shot up to his feet, "Do you know what will happen?! I'll never see you again! You'll go to jail and ruin your life!"

"I know!" I shouted, also standing up. Isaac was panting, "I promised you I'd be a better sister, I'm not going back on that. I don't care what happens to me, Isaac. You're my brother."

"Julia," he was breathing deeply, turning to face his back to me as he gripped the bars in front of him. I frowned as I walked closer to him, placing my hand on his shoulder.

When he turned to face me, his eyes were glowing gold.

"I think it's happening," he growled out. I gulped as I took a small step back, holding up my hands to show I wasn't going to hurt him.

"Isaac, you're okay. Just focus on your breathing and relax," I said evenly. He snarled and took a step closer to me.

"I can't relax!" He shouted, claws extending from his fingers and his face morhping slightly. This was him wolfed out, and I knew that wasn't good.

"Isaac," I warned, taking another step back. Isaac lunged at me, grabbing my arms tightly and pushing me until my back hit the wall. I huffed as I pressed my hands firmly against his chest, trying to push him off of me, "Isaac!"

His claws we're cutting into my skin, warm blood dripping onto the floor. He was snarling and breathing heavily. He was so strong. If I was being completely honest, I was terrified.

"Isaac, stop!" I shouted, "You're okay, just calm down!"

I pulled my hands back before shoving his chest again. This time he moved back, his claws moving as well and dragging down my arms. Little red lines formed as the skin broke, bleeding more. Isaac's chest heaved as I winced, both of us looking down at my bloody arms.

"Isaac, it's okay, you didn't hurt me," I knew it was a lie, but I couldn't help it. Tears pricked my eyes at the stinging I felt, but I was more focused on Isaac. I blinked and he had broken the cell door, running out of it.

Just then, a boy from his grade with a buzzcut ran in, looking alarmed. I rushed out of the cell and shoved the kid back, standing in front of him. A deputy with an arrow in his leg walking in, holding a seringe of an unknown liquid.

I gasped as Isaac attacked him, knocking him out. That was when he turned to me and the kid with the buzzcut. I held one arm out behind me, assuring he didn't move in front of me, and the other extended towards Isaac, telling him not to come any closer.

Still, he stalked forward with a glare and snarled.

"Isaac, please, you're okay just stop!" I cried out, shaking my head.

Derek entered suddenly, crushing the serigne under his shoes. Seeing Isaac, he let out a roar that hurt even my ears. Reacting right away, Isaac shifted back to normal and cowered away, whimpering.

"How'd you do that?" The kid behind me asked as he moved to stand beside me.

"I'm the Alpha," Derek said cockily, turning his head to smirk at us. I ignored both of them and moved closer to Isaac. Derek caught my arm before I could get close. I grit my teeth in pain from him grabbing where Isaac had accidentally got me.

"Let me go," I demanded, looking over at him with a steely glare. His eyes dropped to my arms where he sighed. Finally he let me go. I sat on my knees beside Isaac, rubbing his back, "Hey, you're okay."

"I hurt you," Isaac whimpered, staring at the blood.

"No you didn't," I insisted, "You barely touched me. Come on, let's get out of here."

Isaac reluctantly stood up and rushed out of the room, not sparing a glance at the ‘deputy’ he'd knocked out. I sighed and glanced at the buzzcut kid.

"Stiles," he introduced himself with an awkward nod. I didn't respond as I followed after Isaac, Derek hot on my trail. Isaac was already in the backseat of Derek's car, forcing me to sit up front. We'd be crushed sitting back there together.

Derek got in next, glancing at Isaac through the rearview mirror. I leaned back in my seat, trying not to get any blood anywhere. I could see Derek look over at me from the corner of my eyes, but I simply stared straight ahead.

The drive back to Derek's loft was silent, but somehow less tense than the drive to school earlier that day. Jeez, it felt like that'd happened days ago. So much had happened in such a little amount of time.

When we arrived at the loft, Isaac got out and all but ran towards his room. I tried to rush after him, calling out his name. I wasn't quick enough and all I was left with was the sound of his door slamming shut. I sighed.

Turning my head, I saw Derek approaching me. His eyes dropped from my eyes and down to my arms.

"Let me clean them for you," He more told than asked. I suppressed an eye roll as I shrugged.

"I can do it myself. I have been my whole life," I went to walk past him before his voice stopped me.

"Please," I turned around to look at him due to his softer tone. Derek actually had a hint of emotion to his face, unlike usual, "Just let me help you."

"Fine."

I followed Derek upstairs and into his bathroom. I shrugged off my jacket, frowning slightly when I saw how bloody and torn it was. It was ruined, along with my shirt.

I looked over at Derek as he opened the mirror cabinet, pulling out rubbing alcohol and gauze, along with antibacterial cream.

"I need to take my shirt off," I said blandly. Derek looked over at me for a few quick moments before nodding and looking away. I rolled my eyes at him before gripping the bottom of my shirt and pulling it off over my head.

It was awkward only being in my bra in front of a stranger. I felt exposed and I didn't like it, but luckily the blood drew away from my boobs. At least, I hoped it did. I pretended not to notice Derek's eyes looking down for a moment and the slightest of a gulp he did.

Instead of calling him out and embarrassing him, I moved to the sink and turned on the faucet. I leaned over slightly to get my arms under the water, rinsing away the water.

"I don't think it's deep enough for stitches," Derek mumbled. I simply nodded, "Just sit here, it'll be easier than doing it over the sink."

Derek patted the rim of the bathtub. I stepped over there and sat down, tilting my body so I was facing towards the actually tub. Derek carefully grabbed my wrist and held my arm out over the tub with one hand, the over pouring the rubbing alcohol along the cuts.

It stung a bit, of course, but I was used to it. I watched as it bubbled white, then he applied a tad bit more. Derek repeated the process with the other arm, then handing me a towel to wipe the access off.

It was still bleeding, but only a little bit. It was somehow even more awkward when Derek applied the cream. I could tell it was weird for him too. He kept his eyes trained on my arms.

Lastly, he grabbed the gauze and gingerly wrapped it around my arms, hiding the entire cuts underneath the white material.

"Will you be okay?" Derek asked once he was done. I didn't look at him, instead focusing on the floor of the bathroom.

"I'll be fine. I'm more worried about Isaac," I shrugged.

"He'll be fine too," Derek reassured me. I glanced over at him, meeting his green eyes. I hadn't noticed before that they actually were pretty.

"Thanks," I nodded.

I stood up and prepared to walk to away, before his hand caught my wrist again. I felt one of his fingers trail down my back, and imedietly caught on.

"Sometimes my dad used his belt when he was drunk," I said carefully, not bothering to turn and look at him. He slowly let go of my wrist, still trailing his finger down another scar. I hadn't looked at them in a while, but I knew they were still there, "Night."

I didn't wait for him to say anything before I walked away and into my room.