Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf. Though I wish I did.

"I'm worried about her," Stiles said as he paced back and forth in front of me. I resisted the urge to roll my eyes at how disruptive he was being in the bustling hospital. I instead crossed my arms over my chest and leaned back in my chair, eyes following him as he moved to and fro.

"We're all worried about her, Batman," I said gently. His frantic pacing stuttered slightly at the nickname, causing him to almost bump into a nurse, but quickly caught pace again. "A tiny little bite from Peter isn't going to stop her."

"A litt-Have you seen it?!" he stopped in front of me and gave me his signature 'are you fucking serious right now?' look – slightly open mouth, twitchy eyes and all. This time I didn't hold back my eye roll as I raised an eyebrow at the hyperactive boy in front of me.

"Okay, okay. It's not little, but you know Lydia. She's too stubborn to give up," I conceded, too weary to argue with him, despite having had this conversation 1,000 times since the formal.

His shoulders slumped and I grabbed his hand, squeezing it in reassurance. I knew the depth of his care for the strawberry blonde, and I knew that if it were he or Scott in her place, I'd be just as scared as him.

"I just…" he trailed off. "I need her to be okay, Z. Even if she's awake, the bite hasn't healed and, I just, I'm worried." He squeezed my hand back and I gave him a half smile, pushing his shoulder down so he'd be kneeling in front of me.

When his face was level with mine, I laid my hands on his shoulders and shook him gently. "And she will be," I said. "But I don't think it'll help her much if you wear a hole in the hospital's floor, so stop pacing, alright?"

Stiles finally let out a small grin at my joke and nodded. I patted his face with both hands and he moved to the chair next to me, resting his head on my shoulder.

"Sorry I made you come over here, Zarina," he said after a moment. "I know you hate hospitals after what happened to your parents, but-"

"Don't apologize," I cut him off. "If you need me, I'll be there, okay? No questions asked. Even if it's the hospital where they…y'know."

I could feel his eyes boring into the side of my face and I knew he was feeling even guiltier than before. "I'm-"

Suddenly, a loud, ear-piercing scream tore through the noise of the hospital and the two of us jumped to our feet, our eyes meeting worriedly. Stiles grabbed my hand and we sprinted down the corridor into Lydia's hospital room. Her bed was empty and the bathroom door closed.

"Lydia?" Stiles called out fearfully as he pulled me into the bathroom where water was overflowing in the shower. The window above it wide open and Lydia's hospital gown was hanging on the ledge.

"That is so not good," I whispered.

"Is that the one she was wearing?" Scott asked as I hopped into Stiles' jeep. Stiles gave him a sure nod and Scott took the bloody hospital gown and held it in his hands for a second before turning to Stiles.

"I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her," he assured and Stiles merely nodded again, weaker this time.

"Just shove the thing in your face and let's find her," he said quietly, starting up his Jeep as Scott started to sniff the gown.
He was about to back the car up when Allison appeared in the back headlights. "What the hell are you doing here?" Scott hissed from the window. I grinned at his concerned tone.

I was fully aware that the two were supposed to be 'broken up' due to Mr. Argent being distrustful about Scott being a werewolf, but Allison and Scott weren't too keen on actually following his orders, so they just pretended.

"She's my best friend. We need to find her before they do," Allison replied, walking up to Scott's window and offering me a small smile before turning back to her boyfriend.

"The cops are on it," he said.

"How about my father?"

"Whoa wait," I said. "He knows?"

"I just saw him and three other men leave the house in SUV's," she disclosed, turning to me.

"A search party," Scott realized.

"More like a hunting party," she corrected with a small grimace.

"Get in," I said, pulling open the door for her and she slipped in next to me. Stiles wasted no time in speeding out of the parking lot of the hospital and down the street.

"Will they actually kill her?" I asked the huntress next to me, quirking an eyebrow curiously.

"I don't know. They won't tell me anything," she said, frustrated. "All they say is that we'll talk after Kate's funeral when the others get here."

I turned my head slightly at the mention of Kate's name to hide my scowl. The woman had nearly killed my best friend and then went psycho crazy on Derek's ass before Peter killed her. Needless to say, Kate Argent was not my favorite person ever.

"Wait, what others?" I asked.

"They won't tell me that yet." Allison leaned in through the middle of the partition, careful not to slide onto me as the car swerved on the road.

"Scott, are we going the right way?" Stiles yelled out above the revving engine of his car. Scott had his head out the window, much like a dog.

"Take the next right!" he replied. Stiles jerked the wheel and I had to hold onto the seat so I wouldn't tumble into Allison.

We got out of the car and I nearly stumbled on my shaky legs, but Stiles caught me by the waist. "Thanks," I said, looking up at him with a small smile.

He returned it and shrugged, "No big deal." We stood there for a second, his hands on my waist and my blue-green eyes connected with his brown before we realized how close we were. I jerked out of his grip awkwardly and laughed nervously.

"We should, uh, go," I said, motioning towards Scott and Allison who were already walking through the forest. When we approached the place Scott said Lydia was, my eyes widened.

"She came here?" Stiles asked, turning to us. The old Hale house loomed before us as we trekked carefully through the woods.

"This is where the scent leads," Scott replied, his hand tightly wound in Allison's. I rubbed my arms to try and keep warm through my thin hoodie.

"Has Lydia ever been here?" Stiles stopped in his tracks and looked over at his shoulder at us.

"Not with me," Allison pursed her lips. I merely shook my head when Stiles' eyes averted to me. We all took slow steps forward and simply stared at the house.

"Maybe she was drawn here. To find Derek, I mean," Allison reasoned. "She needs a pack, right?" She looked at Scott, who looked slightly offended.

"Not all of us," he said, referring to himself.

"But you're stronger in one, right? Like all of you."

"We're individually stronger when we're in a pack. Stronger, faster, it's all heightened in a pack," the werewolf explained.

"Even an Alpha?" the brunette asked and he nodded. Stiles walked around us and kicked through some leaves. I felt a burning sensation behind my eyes and I rubbed them instinctively.

"Rina, you okay?" Scott asked, noticing my discomfort.

"Y-Yeah," I said. "Just a headache. This place brings bad memories." He nodded in understanding.

"Hey, look at this," Stiles said. I walked closer to him and saw him bent over some type of wire. Allison joined us and we knelt down, inspecting it closely.

Stiles picked up the wire slightly and hummed. "I wonder where this-"

"Stiles." Scott said from behind us.

"Yeah, buddy?" Stiles replied, eyes still locked on the wire.

"Next time there's a trip wire…don't trip it," he said. We turned to see Scott hanging upside down, his body swinging back and forth.

"Noted," Stiles said sheepishly as Allison and I giggled at the scene. I lightly slapped Stiles upside the head and shook my head at him, though the giggles still erupted from my mouth.

"Wait, wait wait!" Scott said hastily as Allison moved towards him. "Someone's coming. Go hide."

I looked at Stiles before grabbing both his and Allison's wrists, tugging them into the woods. We pushed our backs against a tree and watched as Mr. Argent strode towards Scott.

I silently cursed myself for not having werewolf hearing as I tried to decipher his words to Scott. I could, however, make out two distinct words that made my blood run cold. Pack and sword. I gave Stiles a worried glance and he simply looked back at me, eyes warm and reassuring.

Soon, Argent left with his cronies and we quickly exited from our hiding spots, hurrying to Scott.

"You okay?" Allison asked. I bit my lip and watched him.

"Just another life-threatening conversation with your dad," Scott blew a breath from his mouth.

"I'm starting to think that all of your conversations with anybody are life-threatening," I grumbled. Stiles snorted from beside me and Scott sent me a glare.

Stiles went towards a release trigger attached to a tree. "We'll get you out in a second," he said as he tried to figure it out.

We heard a thump and I turned to Scott, who was already standing upwards, flourishing his claws. "Thanks, but I think I got it." I rolled my eyes and walked past Scott and towards the house, ignoring the ever growing burning behind my eyes.

When I woke up the next morning, the burning behind my eyes was still present and it felt like it was getting worse.

"Alex," I called out from my room, my hand over my eyes. When I heard the door open, I uncovered one of my eyes and groaned as the harsh light made the burning worse.

"What's wrong?" my brother asked, sitting at the edge of my bed and feeling my forehead. "You don't feel sick."

"There's just this really bad pain behind my eyes. I don't think I can make it to school without passing out," I said, squeezing my eyes shut.

I heard him sigh before planting a kiss on my forehead. "Alright. Just stay in bed. I'll be back from work soon. Get some rest, Nana." he said. I gave him a small wave with my other hand and he shut the door with a click.

I simply laid in my bed for a few minutes, waiting for the feeling to dull. When it did, I carefully opened my eyes and sighed in relief when it didn't return. I glanced around my room, testing to make sure that moving my eyes wasn't going to affect me too much.

My eyes paused when I saw a charcoal drawing on the paper that was taped to my canvas in the corner of my room. I swung my legs out of the bed and walked carefully towards the canvas. I didn't remember touching my canvas since a few days previous, but that had been a painting, not a charcoal drawing. I stared at the paper in front of me and my heart started to beat harshly when I made out the shape of my drawing.

The dark markings created a macabre creature that I was sure I hadn't ever seen before, yet it looked so familiar to me and the way I drew it so intricately obviously meant something. The creature I had somehow created had a long tail and sharp claws. Its head was very reptilian-like and its teeth were pointy. The feature that scared me the most was its eyes. They were slitted and even from a drawing, I could tell that they held no good intent.

My breathing turned harsh as I looked down at my hands. They were covered in charcoal dust. I hastily tore the page from the canvas and ripped it to pieces in my garbage, my hands shaking and my eyes filling with tears. I was terrified. There was no fighting it now. I'd created that drawing. But how and why? I was at a loss.

I had to tell someone. Anyone. But I knew that telling Scott and Stiles would worry them too much, so that wasn't a good idea. I went over options in my head, but every one of them ended up with them sending me to a psychiatrist due to them thinking I was mentally insane.

I was broken out of my distressed thoughts when my phone rang. I wiped my hands on my pajama shorts and unplugged my phone from its charger, pressing 'answer' when I saw it was Stiles. Scott was probably with him.

"Hello?" I said. I mentally cursed when my voice cracked, but they didn't seem to notice.

"She ate a liver," Scott's voice rang out. My mouth twisted into a frown as I sat down in my desk chair.

"I didn't say she ate it. I said it was missing," Stiles argued. "And so what if she did? It's the most nutritious part of the body." I made a disgusted face as I listened to their bickering. I leaned farther into my chair and rested my legs on my desk.

"I never ate someone's liver," Scott deadpanned when Stiles brought his case up.

"Yeah, because when it comes to werewolfness you're a model of self-control," Stiles retorted and I heard Scott huff.

"Why aren't you in school today?" Scott changed the subject.

I stiffened as the picture of the reptile-like creature flashed in my mind, but cleared my throat and answered him. "I, uh, had a really bad headache. Probably the same kind as last night. Might be a migraine, y'know?"

"Okay," Scott hesitated, and I knew he didn't believe the whole thing. "Well, is there anything we can do to help?"

I sighed and shrugged, but remembered they couldn't see me. "No, not really. I just need to rest, I think."

I heard a noise from downstairs and got up quickly to investigate, but the pain from earlier returned with full force. I shut my eyes, keeling over as a noise of hurt left my mouth.

"Zarina?" Stile's loud voice came from my phone, which I'd dropped in my fit of agony. "Are you okay?"

Still squeezing my eyes shut, I felt for my phone and held it to my ear shakily, breathing in and out slowly as the ache worsened. I sat on the floor for a moment, my back leaning against the desk.

"I'm fine," my voice was forced. "I'll call you guys later okay?" Stiles and Scott let out words of protest, but I hung up before they could finish.

I threw my phone onto my bed blindly, relieved when it didn't crash onto the floor and opened my eyes gingerly. The throbbing was still very much there, but I kept them open, set on finding out what had happened downstairs.

The room spun as I tried to walk towards the door, but I ignored it as I opened the door quietly, searching for signs of intruders. I held the wall with my right hand, steadying myself as I walked down the hallway. I took deep breaths before gripping the rail of the stairs in a death grip and slowly making my way down them.

I was at the last step when the pain intensified to a new high and the room spun in wild circles, causing me to trip. I waited for the impact of the ground, but instead found myself in leather-clad arms. Even without opening my eyes, I knew who it was. Derek. But I opened them anyways, albeit hesitantly. Said Alpha was staring down at me, smirk in place.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed, jumping out of his arms and grabbing the railing again when the room seemed to tilt sideways.

"Whoa, there," Derek said, grabbing my arm to steady me. "Why don't you sit down?"

He led me to my couch and I plopped down on it, eyeing the werewolf carefully. "How the hell did you get into my house?"

"You look like shit," Derek said, avoiding my question.

"It's times like this where I realize why you're single," I replied with sass. Had my eyes not been burning, I would've rolled them. "Why are you here, Derek?" I asked tiredly.

"I felt a strong presence from around here. Figured it was another werewolf," he explained. "Except it was only you."

I narrowed my eyes at him and shook my head. "Ha-ha. You should be a comedian. Really, Derek."

He snarled at me and crossed his arms. "Weird thing is, the strong presence is actually coming from you."

"What?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Has anything weird happened to you lately?" he asked abruptly.

My mind immediately flashed to my drawing, but I pushed it away. "Aside from the usual, no."

"Don't lie," he said simply. Ah, dammit, I thought.

"I'm not!" I protested. "I just-"

I let out a cry as the burning in my eyes turned into a sharp, excruciating sting. I wanted to shut them, oh god I did, but they refused to respond and instead stayed open. Derek rushed to me, holding me upright by my shoulders.

"Zarina," he said, surprised. "Your eyes."

I pulled out of his grip and made a beeline to the bathroom, the feeling behind my eyes still making me want to gouge my eyes out of my head. When I looked up at myself in the mirror, I jolted backwards, my back hitting the towel rack with a bang.

The eyes that stared back at me weren't the blue-green I was used to. They were completely white with a ring of black that outlined my pupil in the middle. That was the last thing I remember before I fell to the ground, my mind slipping into unconsciousness.

AN: So yeah. That was the first chapter of my new story! Probably sucked. Anywaaays. If it wasn't obvious, it's gonna start from Season 2 and go on through Season 3 and so forth. All that good stuff.

Please favorite and review so I know if I should even keep going. It'd mean a bunch.

PS- Any resemblance this has to any other story anywhere is completely coincidental.

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