"Erin McCall, please report to the office immediately," a monotone voice boomed over the school's outdated speakers.

The whispers and childish sounds in my English class tripled, I ignored them leaving my seat wondering what in the world did I do since I had never been called to the office before. I strolled into the office to be greeted by an aging secretary chatting with a set of twin brothers. One of them sending a sly wink at me. Introducing myself, I learned that Aiden and Ethan were new transfers.

"If you don't mind, would show these two around today?"

Agreeing, I bustled out with the twins in tow beginning to make my way to go get my stuff from my last class. The bell had rung and student poured out from classrooms. Glanced back, I asked for their locker numbers, not aware of the rowdy group of freshman who shoved me into the lockers. Aiden quickly caught me, wrapping an arm around until the young beasts disappeared.

"You okay?"

"Yes, thanks."

I glanced up to see Scott's group standing in the hallway. Scott, my twin brother, which who used to be really close to me until he started liking this Allison girl. Since then he cut me out from his life completely, starting out with leaving me out of the loop and never being home or being held up in his room. Scott ignored me without explanation. He was standing with his longtime girlfriend Allison, Stiles, Lydia, Jackson, Erica, Boyd, Isaac. They were all friends while I had few mere acquaintances. I kept to myself, keeping occupied with reading and drawing. I was nobody, but I was used to it. Most people didn't know who I was and being invisible wasn't the worst thing in the world.

They tensed, turning to look at myself and the twins. That was the first time Scott even noticed me in months, angry recognition flared in his dark eyes. Aiden's lips smiled slightly noticing their eyes on us. The group went back to their conversation, but only Scott's eyes stayed on me. It was obvious that the others didn't notice who I was because he never associated with me around them.

I continued walking, showing them their lockers and first classes. When the bell rang for lunch, I showed them the cafeteria, when they asked me to join them. We sat at an empty table close by where my brother's group usually sat.

Scott was glaring at the twins and almost shaking. Allison put a hand on him to calm him down, but he was already on his feet storming towards me. The table watched him as he stopped before us.

"Erin, can I have a word?" he hissed hands clenching.

I looked down at my nails nervously and ignoring him.

"Erin!" he snapped reaching for my arm, but Stiles and Isaac appeared holding him back.

Aiden and Ethan glared at my brother and his friends. Standing up, I made a lame excuse, avoiding their eyes getting out of there as fast as I could. I left the school on my beautiful black motorbike. I spent all summer saving up to buy it doing odd jobs here and there. It felt nice to take a ride and leave my problems at school. I did ditch often, but I was a good student, so it really didn't matter. I went to an old bridge which had become my latest drawing spot. It was located in the middle of nowhere or so I had thought. I plotted down with my legs dangled over the large piece of concrete.

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?"

I glanced up to see Derek Hale standing at the edge of the bridge.

"Aren't you supposed in college?"

He smirked cocking his head.

"Isn't it dangerous to be out here alone?"

"Don't worry, princess, I'll keep you safe," I snickered going back to my drawing.

"I think it would be the other way around."

"Why do you hang around Scott?"

"You know Scott?" Hale tensed.

"He's my brother."

"Scott's never mentioned you before."

"I'm not surprised. To him, I'm not his sister. It's hard to remember the last conversation we have had where it doesn't end in a standoff. I don't even consider him my brother anymore. I guess he's happy now I mean he has a girlfriend, co-captain of the lacrosse team and a whole new circle of friends. I can't be mad at him for being happy. Whatever it doesn't matter, why am I telling you this?" I rambled not focusing on my drawing.

Derek focused his eyes on his shoes and he was biting his lip awkwardly.

"I'm sorry," He replied, voice thick with guilt.

I laughed.

He raised his eyebrow at me taken back.

"None of this is your fault. My life isn't that bad compared to others."

He stared at me for a second before walking away.

"Bye, princess!" I shouted after him. He smiled before he turned and kept walking.

I drew for the afternoon, the sun glow making it beautiful out. The setting sun told me it was time to head home.

Parking my bike, I slung my bag over my shoulder before walking into the house. Scott along with Stiles and Isaac walked out from the kitchen. For once, he was home.

"Where the hell have you been?" Scott demanded pissed as hell.

"Like you care, don't you dare bother to play the role of a concerned brother now," I mumbled taking off my overused converse.

"I was worried. You can't just disappear like that." Scott insisted looking pained.

"Well, I do it all the time. You're just not here to notice," I stated walking past him to go up to my room.

"Don't walk away from me, Erin!"

I coldly glanced back at him.

"Don't you get it, Scott? You already did a long time ago. Just leave me alone." Turning my back to him, I exhaled a shaky breath.

"Stop acting like a bitch for a moment and please listen to me!" Scott yelled grabbing my arm. His grip was painfully and it felt like he had pierced my skin.

"Let go, you asshole!" I screamed back, his grip tightened, bringing tears to my eyes.

Isaac and Stiles ripped Scott away from me.

I cried out, blood oozing out where his fingers were. Sprinting upstairs, I rushed into the bathroom grabbing a towel, applying pressure to my arm. My own brother hurt me. I was trembling, tossing the towel on the sink, I rinsed my wound cringing. There was a substantial amount of blood that won't seem to stop. I felt light-headed trying to steady myself against the door. I didn't do very well with blood.

Jumping at a knock on the door, I reached for another towel.

"Go away," I stammered out without hesitation.

"It's Isaac."

"I said go away," I mumbled, my vision began to get blurry.

The door opened, Isaac barging in staring at me for stunned and baffled before his face scrunched concerned.

"Here let me help," Isaac said grabbing the medical supplies from under the sink. I was shaking and squirming as Isaac tried to clean off my wound. Next, he poured a clear liquid over my arm, I struggled to not let out a scream of pain. He reached out and wrapped his arms around me.

"Did you hear that human contact helps with pain? I read it somewhere," He mumbled as he cradled me to his chest. I didn't say anything as the pain went away. It felt right to held by Isaac like uncharted relief that made my body relax. I enjoyed it more than I should before he let me go and stepped away. He ran a hand through his hair stressed.

I turned my back and started to bandage my arm. I studied the holes in my arms that didn't look like regular nails. They were holes, not scraps. I cleaned up all the blood to notice, Isaac was gone. I felt a pang of sadness, but it disappeared because he was Scott's friend, not mine. What did I expect?

I quickly got ready for bed and snuggled between the covers of my bed.

The only sound, I heard, was the annoying ring of my phone going off. I set my alarm late because unlike Scott who had morning practice.

I managed to avoid everyone until I was approached at my locker by Aiden.

"Hey, what happened to your arm? You okay or do I need to punch some faces in?" he joked looking at my arm.

"It's nothing. I'm fine."

"What happened? Does Scott know?"

"I-I um...fell down the stairs this morning," I lied taking pauses to try to imagine a better excuse.

"Right. Did someone cause you to 'fall down the stairs'" Aiden pushed quoting my excuse.

"Nope." I lied again looking anywhere but him.

"I know you're lying. Now tell me the real truth."

"Leave it Aiden." I hissed before walking away to be faced with a peppy Allison. Aren't I just miss popular? Their gang was just a short distance down the hall watching us.

"Hi," She greeted kindly.

I raised my eyebrows taken back, "Hi?"

"I just wanted to say sorry about Scott."

"What about him?" I asked turning around.

"I just don't want any of the problems between you two to be the caused by me. I mean I would have talked to you if he would have told me about you," She explained worrisomely.

"Scott made his own decisions and none of them are your fault in my book. Thanks, though."

"Do you want to sit with us at lunch?" Allison asked.

"No thanks."

"I insist Erin. We want to get to know you."

"I'm busy. Sorry," I mumbled before fleeing down the hallway.

Feeling trapped in this godforsaken school, I was close to exploding from the pressure in my chest. I checked in with my last teacher and got the reading before heading towards the front door only to be pushed into a small closet. I fell on the ground and picked myself up to find the door locked. I banged on the door a few times to find it locked. I checked my phone to see it was dead. That is what I get for not checking it for a week. I called out for help a few more times and banged on the door. Nothing. After a few minutes, the door flew open and I saw Isaac with surprised eyes. Then he was shoved in and the door clicked behind him. He looked around frankly and began to panic. Isaac tried slamming the door before pounding harder on the door looking at me fearfully.

"Isaac! Calm down! Isaac, please stop!" I yelled at him as he hit the door over and over. I touched his shoulder to have him whip around and growl at me. His eyes were a glowing yellow and he looked like a rabid animal. He growled before launching himself at me. I was quickly shoved against the wall. Paralyzed, I stared at him in awe at what he was, that this was a part of the nice, shy boy I had watched. Did Scott know about Isaac? He moved his head towards my neck and I thought he was going to bite me, but he did the opposite.

He was kissing me. His lips were attacking the space where my neck and chest met. His arms wrapped around me pulling me towards him. I let out a slight moan as his kisses and nibbles on my neck turned frantic.

"I-Isaac s-stop," I whispered trying to push him away.

He growled and gripped me tighter as he traveled upwards my jaw. Before he reached my lips the door swung open. Boyd and Erica. Boyd jerked Isaac away from me and tossed him to the ground. I got a better look at him, instantly seeing the rage, his claws pulling himself up.

"Stay back!" Erica hissed as she pushed me back as she tried to keep Isaac down. Isaac roared when Erica had pushed me.

"Isaac!" Scott roared from down the hallway, Allison and Stiles were behind him. Isaac's eyes faded back to blue.

I slid down to the floor and stared out at the scene before me and trying to piece it together. My breathing was picking up and I felt my chest tightening. I was about to have an asthma attack.

"Can't breathe. Scott. Inhaler," I wheezed panicking.

"I don't have mine anymore. Where is yours?"

"Used up from the last one," I tried to get out, extremely winded.

"She has asthma?" Erica asked looking back at me.

"It's getting worse. I can hear it. We need to take her to the hospital now."

"N-No. Needles. No."

"Stiles go get the jeep and meet us out front. Run!" Scott commanded, running towards me.

"Werewolf," I whispered glancing towards Isaac then at Scott.

"That's. What. You've. Been. Hiding." My head felt light-headed from talking. Scott froze for a second, picking me up. He was just trying to protect me this whole time, even though he was just hurting me by doing it. Idiot.

"She's turning blue? Why is she turning blue?" Isaac snapped getting up and marching towards Scott.

I smiled lightly up at Isaac and Scott.

"Won't. Tell." I whispered before Isaac grabbed me out of Scott's arms or tried to. Scott growled, Isaac growled back.

"For the love of god, someone take her to the hospital already," Erica hissed.

I looked up at Scott.

"Isaac. Won't. Hurt. Me," I told him. His looked over at Isaac before handing me over. Isaac took off running easily carrying me out the front doors followed by everyone else. We reached the jeep and Scott opened the trunk and Isaac climbed in taking me with him.

Feeling the steady beat of his heart, the feeling that filled my heart soothed me.

"I'm sorry," he whispered in my ear.

I felt my breath become more even as Isaac stroked my hair. I didn't say anything but held him close until the pressure in my chest dissipated.

Isaac glanced up at everyone, who we glancing back curiously. Stiles sharply pulled into the hospital.

The trunk door opened and Scott snatched me out rushing into the hospital. I glanced back to see a very pissed off Isaac still in the back of the jeep.

"Scott, it's over. I'm fine, really," I stated while he rushed to find mom.

"Still getting you checked out," he replied, setting me on a gurney as mom came rushing over.

"What happened?" she asked with distress.

"Asthma attack. She's better but needs to be checked out and a new inhaler. I will be right back," Scott left me with a smothering mother.

Mom put me in a room and gave me oxygen to breathe in before leaving to find me a new inhaler. I sat down near the window to look outside to see Isaac and Scott facing each other. They both looked angry. Isaac was trying to get past him to go into the hospital, but Scott pushed him back. Isaac was then held back by Erica and Boyd. While Scott by Allison and Stiles. I didn't understand what was happening. Isaac glanced up and saw me. His eyes were trained on me. Erica and Boyd dragged him to the car. They all left.

I got another inhaler and began my trek to the school to get my bag and motorcycle. By the time I got home, I was starving.

I walked in to see a note from Scott saying that he would be home late. I warmed up some pizza and caught up on homework. I still had hours of time left before I could think about going to bed. My phone fully charged, I put it in my pocket leaving the house. I called Scott to have it go to voicemail. I called Stiles.

"Erin, what did I do to have the pleasure to receive your call?" Stiles answered.

"Since Scott isn't answering his phone, I assume he's busy with werewolf stuff?" I questioned holding the phone between my ear and shoulder.

"You know?"

"Weren't you there? Never mind, tell him I'm going out."

"I'm putting you on speakerphone," Stiles chirped.

"Erin, stay home and away from Isaac," Scott commanded in a short tone.

Rolling my eyes, I laughed, "No, I can make my own decisions. You can't be serious?"

"I'm sending someone to stay with you."

"What the hell! No, Scott. And why can't I talk to Isaac?"

"I'm trying to protect you."

"Well, it doesn't matter anyways because I already left the house."

"Go home now as fast as you can."

Reaching the corner of the street before the library, I was hit from behind. I left out a scream, hitting the ground hard. I glanced back to see Ethan and Aiden.

"Ethan, Aiden what the hell!" I hissed. I tried to grab my phone, but Ethan grabbed it before I could, bringing it to his ear.

"Isaac's mate and your sister. That's a great bargaining piece. Three days before we rip her to shreds. Do what Deucalion wants," he threatened, crushing my phone which I thought was unnecessary.

Glaring up at them, Ethan ripped me up by the arm while Aiden pulled out a small vile and white cloth.

"I have watched enough movies, do you really have to knock me out with that stuff? I thought we were friends?" I pouted my lip hoping they would let me go.

"Sorry, Erin, business is a business."

I woke up in a room tied to a chair. Ethan and a dark-skinned girl sat there perched watching me.

"I say we just kill her," the girl hissed eyes glinting with cold haterd.

"No, Kali."

"What about we torture her?"

"No."

"I'm going to talk to Deucalion," Kali hissed before leaving.

"Want some water?"

I nodded reluctantly at him as he brought the water bottle to my lips.

"What did you mean that I was Isaac's mate?"

He looked stunned.

"Of course, you don't know. It means soul mate. You belong to him and he belongs to you."

"That's why Scott is trying to keep him away from me."

"Mates are not as common anymore so Scott doesn't understand what he is causing. To protect you, Isaac would kill anyone including your brother."

"Is that why you aren't going to kill me?"

"Partly."

"What day is it?"

"You have been passed out for a day and a half."

Kali walked back into the room carry a computer with her. She sets it down on the table that was a few feet from me.

"Deucalion had an idea to speed up the process. He wants to see you, Ethan, now," she sneered. Ethan left sending me a warning look.

Kali was typing on her computer, she pulled away to display an open video chat. I saw the faces of Scott, Isaac, Alison, Boyd, Erica, Stiles, Lydia, Jackson, Alison's father, a girl that I didn't recognize, a man, and Derek all around the screen.

"How does it feel, Isaac?"

Isaac snarled, eyes glowing, sharp claws scraped against the counter he cracked.

"Leave him alone!" I spat at her.

She turned around smirking.

"I thought Scott might need something to influence his decision," she provoked, smacking me across the face. After the first few hits, the pain blended together. I thought I was going to pass out from it. I heard screaming, but finally, it stopped. My eyes opened to see the world fuzzy and spinning unnaturally.

"Stop! Please stop! Stop!" Isaac shrieked, Jackson and Boyd held him back. Tears were streaming down his face, Isaac was fully transformed into a werewolf. Scott was screaming, but he looked as mad as Isaac did. How sick was this bitch to make others feel so much pain?

I spit the blood out of my mouth and spit it at Kali. It slid down her cheek which stopped her grinning.

"You are going to wish you didn't do that," Her voice dangerously calm.

"Turn off the camera," I pleaded looking at everyone with shocked and angry expressions in the camera. Isaac looked at me with feral eyes.

"Where is the fun in that?" Kali's voice dragged, pulling out a knife tracing the side of my cheek. The cold metal making me flinch.

"I wasn't talking to you, bitch. Derek turn off the camera now!"

Kali stabbed the knife into my leg and enjoyed twisting the knife.

I screamed and didn't stop. The pain took over my body as I prayed for it to stop. I looked back at the computer to see they had shut the computer. Kali tore the knife out. I cried out in pain closing my eyes tightly imagining that I was home, not here.

"Isaac is going to go ballistic when he sees you. Now where should we start?" Kali boasted giddy.

It felt like hours past when it was only a few minutes. The black dots in my vision were getting worse when the door flew open. Isaac roared his eyes glowing. Kali pushed me away and her eyes turned red and she launched herself at Isaac. Kali screamed as Isaac dug his claws into her. Isaac was blows were quick and strong. My head fell forward as I lose the energy to keep it up. It felt like falling asleep. Isaac was the last thing I was thinking about, worrying if he was going to be okay.

I felt myself being shaken. I opened my eyes as much as they wanted to stay closed. Dazed, Scott crouched down in front of me. Everyone else filed into the room as Scott untied me.

"Stay awake Erin," Scott protested.

"Isaac?" my voice was uneven.

"He's," Scott started until a voice cut him off.

"I'm here," Isaac panted limping through the door. He looked somewhat torn up, but still alive. He kneeled down gently placing his hands on me.

My body felt weak and the searing pain was getting worse.

"It hurts."

Isaac gently picked me up and the surroundings around me blurred. I closed my eyes and tightened my hold on Isaac's shirt. I felt us get into a car. I heard the familiar sound of Stiles' jeep rumbling to life.

"Stiles, wasn't there a rule about no blood on your seats?" I mumbled it be a challenge to keep my eyes open. Stiles chuckled before he sped off. I glanced over to see Scott next to me. Staring at Isaac, he looked in pain.

"Isaac, are you hurt?"

"I'm fine. Just taking some of your pain away."

"Stop it. I don't want you hurting," I croaked as he kept his jaw locked in concentration. He shook his head no stubbornly.

"We're here," Stiles called out.