Disclaimer: Again, I don't own Teen Wolf. Though I'm almost positive that Jeff Davis and I are the same person, but whatevss.


As soon as I woke up, I shot out of bed and went into the upstairs bathroom. I paused a step before I could see myself in the mirror. I was scared to be faced with the same white eyes that'd stared back at me earlier. They were terrifying and I didn't think I could handle it. But a part of me knew it was me and that in and of itself was unsettling.

I finally found the courage to take that final step and I faced myself in the mirror. When I saw that my eyes were their normal shade of blue, I released the breath I didn't know I was holding. I ran a hand through my tousled brown locks and returned to my room, falling onto the bed tiredly.

"I thought I heard you get up," the voice startled me and I fell out of the bed and onto my bottom. I stood up, rubbing my backside and glared at Derek, who was leaning on the doorway of my closet.

"Could you be any creepier?" I asked. "It's not like you're standing in my closet or anything."

Derek rolled his eyes and gave me a calculating look. "What happened to you earlier? With your eyes."

"I don't know, okay?" I sat back onto my bed and hugged a pillow to my chest. "I wish I did. It's really starting to freak me out."

"When did this start?" he pressed on.

I sighed and shrugged, racking my brain for the first time. "It started when.." I trailed off and I could feel myself slipping into a memory.


"Derek!" I called out, rushing into the burnt Hale house. "Scott needs your help!" I weaved my way in and out of the house, looking for the werewolf.

I looked everywhere, but apparently Derek wasn't there, so I went to leave. As soon as I touched the doorknob, I heard a growl from behind me. It was low and menacing.

My hand slipped from the rusty knob and I merely stood there for a moment, stiff and frozen in my place. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest and I knew that whatever was behind me could hear it. I slowly turned around and was faced with the Alpha.

Its red eyes glowed in the darkness of the house and I could just barely make out its snarling teeth and its crouching body. My eyes widened and my breathing turned ragged as it grabbed me by the shoulders and flung me to the ground, pouncing on top of me.

I screamed, but it did nothing to stop it. I squirmed under its grip, trying to get up, but I knew it was pointless. I could feel myself crying and soon my screams grew louder it plunged its teeth into my shoulder.

It was only a few seconds, but they were the most excruciating seconds of my life. I could feel the blood pour from the bite wound as it sunk its teeth deeper and deeper. When it finally released me, the Alpha stared at me for one second with what seemed to be a smirk on its face, and then it left me there, bleeding and crying on the dirty floor.


"Zarina!" Derek's harsh voice broke through as he shook me harshly from behind. I blinked and saw that I was seated at my canvas, charcoal clutched in my hands. I hesitantly looked at the paper in front of me and was disgusted when I saw myself depicted on the floor, the Alpha perched on top of me, already biting my neck.

I threw the charcoal on the ground and flung myself away from the canvas, breathing heavily. Derek caught me by the elbow before I could trip and he stared at my drawing. He pulled me so I would face him and gripped me tighter.

"What is that? Did you get bitten?" he asked firmly. I looked down at the ground, unable to look at him and see his expression, which most likely held betrayal and disgust. "Answer me!" he said louder, shaking me.

"Yeah, I got bit, b-but this is nothing," my voice was quiet, ashamed. "I was just-" I stopped myself. What was I doing? More importantly, how did I do it?

"Exactly," Derek said. "You blanking out in the middle of a conversation and walking over to your canvas with white eyes, then drawing whatever the hell that is, is not nothing. Especially because you got bit and you're definitely no werewolf. So answer my question. What. Is. That?"

I looked up and stared him straight in the eye, tears sliding down my face, but my expression serious as I whispered my answer.

"It's a warning. And I think Peter's involved."


My locker was slammed shut by a hand and I jumped. "What happened yesterday?" Stiles asked, hand still on my locker. Scott stood beside him, arms crossed in question. I was surprised they were worried about me, especially since Lydia had been found the night before.

"What do you mean?" I asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

"I mean," Stiles started, his hand dropping to his side heavily, "why the hurry to hang up on us yesterday? We thought you got hurt."

I rubbed my arm self-consciously, shrugging. Derek and I had sworn to keep my 'condition' a secret until we figured it out, but the way the two were looking at me almost made me tell them. Almost.

"I just dropped a vase," I said, trying to keep my heartbeat calm. "Almost cut my foot with the glass." Scott raised an eyebrow at me and immediately I knew I was caught in my lie.

"A vase?" Scott said skeptically. "Really?"

I scoffed and rolled my eyes at him.

"Yes, Scott. A vase. Now can we please stop talking about this?" I looked at them pleadingly and they seemed to let it go.

"Anyway, you ready for the full moon tonight?" Stiles asked Scott as he led us to his locker. I glanced at Scott, who shrugged.

"It's not like the last one, I swear. I don't feel the same," he said.

"Does that include the urge to maim and kill people?" I asked, teasing.

Scott glared at me, "I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you."

"You know, you say that now, but the full moon comes and out come the claws and the fangs and the howling and screaming and it's very stressful on us," Stiles interjected, breathless as he turned the lock on his locker.

"So in other words, we're still locking you up," I leaned on the locker to the right of Stiles' with a small smirk on my face.

Scott groaned, "Okay! Okay. But I'm in more control now, especially since things are good with Allison."

Stiles turned to him and made a face. "I'm aware of how good things are with Allison."

Scott's hands were shoved in his pocket and his expression turned dreamy.

"They're like," he said. "Really good."

"Oh, I know," I added. "She tells me about it all the time." I gagged and rested my head on the lockers.

"Okay! I get it!" Stiles said loudly. "Now please, shut the hell up before I get the urge to maim and kill myself."

I giggled as Stiles turned back to his locker, ripping the lock off.

"Did you get something better than handcuffs this time?" Scott inquired.

"Yup," Stiles' voice was filled with pride. He popped open his locker and out came a long string of metal chains, all of them falling to the floor with loud clanks.

I pushed myself off the locker and turned away from the scene, unable to watch the sad moment play out any longer. People were starting to gather and laugh at the two idiots.

When the clanking stopped, I turned back to my best friends. "That all?" I asked sarcastically, looking at the mound of chains on the linoleum floor.

I saw Scott's eyes flash golden as they moved quickly, inspecting the people in the hallway.

"What's wrong?" I walked up to him and put a hand on his shoulder.

Stiles was stuffing his chains back into his locker, but he kept a firm eye on Scott as I tried to calm him.

"There's another. Right here," Scott said between clenched teeth.

"Another werewolf?" Stiles asked and the beta beside me nodded.

I paled and scanned the hallway. No one seemed to stick out to me in particular. "Who is it?" I asked, voice low.

"I don't know," he replied, his breathing returning to normal. My hand slid off his shoulder, but things were still tense between the three of us as we tried to figure out this new mystery.


At free period, I hurried through the halls, trying to get to the lacrosse pitch in time to watch the practice start. I stopped abruptly at the corner as I heard someone stumble out of the boy's locker room, growling. I turned the corner hesitantly.

"Scott? Are you-" I froze. The person in front of me was definitely not Scott. I knew that as soon as I saw the naturally curly hair and the tall, lanky stature. Isaac Lahey. Except it wasn't totally him. His usually bright blue eyes were golden and his clawed hands were causing dents in a locker as he tried to control his breathing.

He must've heard my heart because his head whipped towards me, fangs bared. I took a shaky step backwards before turning on my heel, running out the door and to the bleachers, where Scott and Stiles were already talking.

"I know who it is!" I said, bending over to catch my breath as I reached the pair. They gave me a weird look and I sighed. "The werewolf, I mean," my voice was a whisper.

Stiles and Scott immediately pounced on me with questions.

"Who is it?"

"How'd you find out?"

"Did he hurt you?"

"Is he-"

"Guys!" I cut them off. "Please shut up and let me tell you, okay?" They nodded eagerly, eyes wide as they stared at me. "It's-"

Coach's whistle blew loud and clear, causing Scott to throw his hands over his ears. "McCall! Stilinski! Stop flirting with Carlisle and get your asses over here!"

I heard the team snicker behind us and I gave them a fierce glare. "I'll tell you guys later," I said before climbing up the bleachers and taking a seat.

When Scott took his place in the goal, I mentally groaned. Scott hated goalie. But then when he started tackling his teammates to the ground and sniffed them, much to coach's displeasure, I knew what he was trying to do.

I couldn't help but snicker as Scott sniffed each of his teammates like a puppy, especially when Danny told him that his aftershave was Armani. Of course, the werewolf heard me and gave me a strict glance, but I simply gave him a small wave and a teasing grin. But then, Isaac pushed himself to the front of the line and crouched down, his eyes glowing from under his helmet. I gulped and hoped that Scott wouldn't do something stupid.

The two werewolves bolted at each other at high speed and jumped into the air, meeting halfway. The impact caused them to fall to the ground, but they soon regained their footing and were crouching right in front of each other, both of them growling menacingly.

From the corner of my eye, I saw Sheriff Stilinski and some other cops walk onto the field. I immediately turned my attention to Stiles, who shrugged at me. He had no idea what'd happened. Scott and Isaac straightened up and I saw Isaac whisper something to Scott before he was dragged towards the cops. I jumped off the bleachers and met Stiles and Scott who both had strange looks on their faces.

"Isaac's the werewolf?" Stiles asked, breaking our silence. Scott and I nodded in unison, glancing at the new beta.

"What're they going to do with him?" I asked, surprised at how worried I sounded for the boy.

Stiles gave me a weird look before sighing and readjusting his helmet under his arm. "They have the right to lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours."

"Like overnight?" Stiles nodded. "But tonight's the full moon!" Scott hissed and I felt the blood drain from my face.

"How good is a cell at holding someone?" I bit my lip and looked at Stiles.

"A regular person, good. A werewolf? Not so much," Stiles admitted. "But how bad can it be?"

I looked at him incredulously and rolled my eyes. "He's a new werewolf, Sti. On a full moon. It can be very, very bad. Remember Scott's first moon?"

"Yeah, but I'm sure that Isaac can-" Stiles tried reasoning but Scott broke him off.

"Remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?" Scott started. Stiles and I shared a look before nodding. "He does."

I turned my head to Isaac and saw that he was being taken away to the parking lot, probably to be sent to the station. He looked over his shoulder at me and gave me a smirk before turning back around, following the Sheriff innocently.


"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked, sounding incredibly distressed.

"Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you. Maybe teenagers have a better chance of survival?" Stiles whispered so that Mr. Harris wouldn't hear us. Still, I stiffened at the mention of Peter's name and Scott caught it, sending me a worried look.

"But still, Isaac's a minor," I replied quietly, pretending to write in my notebook. "Are you sure they're allowed to hold him?"

"Not unless they have solid evidence or a witness," Stiles said and I connected it in my head.

"Wait," I said. "Danny," I turned to him. "Where's Jackson?"

"In the principal's office talking to Sheriff Stilinski," Danny replied nonchalantly.

"Really? Why?" Stiles quirked an eyebrow.

"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac," Danny shrugged.

We exchanged a look. "Witness," I said.

Stiles began tearing a page from his notebook and crumpling it into a ball.

"What are you doing?" I hissed under my breath.

"Getting us into the principal's office," he said simply before chucking the ball at Mr. Harris' head.

"Who the hell did that?" Harris said, turning to the class angrily. Scott pointed at Stiles, who pointed at me, and I pointed at Scott. We all had innocent looks on our faces and I was trying to fight down the smirk that was growing on my face at Harris' reaction.

"The three of you," he said. "Principal's office. Now."


Scott had his ear pressed against the glass window, trying to hear what Jackson was saying. It personally pissed me off that Jackson probably knew of Isaac's father beating him and did nothing about it.

Soon, the Sheriff came out of the office and Stiles fumbled to hide his face with a nearby magazine. Must be a habit of his, I thought as my mind returned to the night in the hospital when we were trying to connect the scents of the two halves of Laura Hale's body.

"Hi Scott, Zarina," Sheriff greeted, ignoring his son purposefully.

"Hi," Scott and I said, giving him a sheepish wave. Stiles' father soon left, causing him to drop the magazine from his face. Then, the new principal emerged from his office, a slightly cynical smile adorning his face.

"Come on in," he said, waving us into his office.

We sat down in the chairs in front of his desk and I felt my leg bob up and down nervously. Stiles noticed this and placed a hand on my knee, squeezing it reassuringly. We sent each other small smiles before returning our attention to the principal.

"Scott McCall," he started, "academically, not the most accomplished, but I see you've become quite the star athlete." He then turned to another file and began again. "Mr. Stilinski. Perfect grades, but little to no extra curriculars. May I suggest trying out for lacrosse?"

"Actually, I'm on…" Stiles' protest was cut off.

"Ah, Zarina Carlisle. Above average grades, but no extra curricular activities," he said, eyeing my file.

I coughed, "Uh, yeah, I'm not that into sports."

He then held up a finger and looked at Scott. "McCall…you're the Scott that dated my granddaughter."

Stiles and I sent Scott concerned glances as he answered. "We were dating, but not anymore. Not dating. Not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other," he rambled and I had to hide my smile behind my hand.

"Relax, Scott. You look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill between your teeth," Mr. Argent smiled slightly.

"Just a hard break up," Scott explained to him.

"Now that's too bad," Mr. Argent began. "You seem like a pretty nice kid to me. Now listen guys, yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

"That so?" Stiles mumbled and I elbowed him in the ribs, sending him a warning look.

"However, this being my first day, I really need to support my teachers. So, unfortunately, someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention," he continued and I swore he narrowed his eyes at Stiles.

Scott turned to me and I shook my head furiously, eyes wide as I turned to Stiles. He looked up at the two of us and gaped before sighing and giving Mr. Argent a nod.

We quickly scrambled out of the office and separated. Stiles to detention and Scott and I to the front door, just in time to see Isaac being driven away in a police car. Isaac sent us a pleading look from the back window as he was taken from the school. I ran a hand through my hair.

"This isn't good, Scott," I said and he nodded, agreeing with me. Then, a familiar Camaro pulled up and the window was rolled down. Derek stared at them from behind his glasses.

"Get in," he ordered.

"Are you serious?" I scoffed.

"You did that," Scott pointed in the direction the car drove away. "That's your fault."

"I know that. Now get in the car and help me," Derek responded.

"No," I said loudly. "How about I call a lawyer because a lawyer might have an actual chance of getting him out of there before the freaking full moon!" I threw my hands up in the air exasperatedly.

"Not when they do a real search of the house," his voice was urgent.

"What do you mean by that?" Scott asked hesitantly.

"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse. A lot worse," Derek said and pulled the door to his car open. Scott slid into the front seat and I hurriedly hopped into the back. The door to my seat was barely closed when Derek stepped on the gas, speeding us to Isaac's house.


"So if Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?" Scott asked, flashing his flashlight around the dark house.

"I don't know yet," Derek said gruffly.

"Well then how do you know he's telling the truth?" Scott asked and I rubbed my forehead at his skepticism.

"Because I trust my senses and it's a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell," he looked pointedly at Scott and I snorted.

"You saw the lacrosse thing today," Scott said sheepishly.

"Yeah," he nodded.

"Did it look that bad?" the beta asked, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, you bet it did," I said before Derek could respond. Scott flicked me and I narrowed my eyes at him. "You know it's true, Scooby."

"Scooby?" Scott asked, incredulous. "Are you kidding me?"

Derek opened a door that lead to the basement and shoved Scott in front of it. "You want to learn? Start now." Scott walked down the stairs cautiously and Derek motioned for me to go next. I followed Scott and looked around the dark area nervously.

"What's down here?" I inquired, shivering.

"Motive," Derek answered as cryptically as ever.

"And what exactly am I looking for?" Scott shone his flashlight around the messy basement.

"Follow your senses," he said, standing near the stairs as we looked around. I looked down at the ground and pulled at Scott's sleeve so he'd look down too.

"What happened down here?" I asked shakily, inspecting the locked up freezer on the floor. Scott pushed the chains off the freezer and opened it.

"The kind of thing that leaves an impression."

I let my eyes wander around the scratch marks that adorned the inner parts of the freezer. I immediately felt sick as I pictured Isaac locked in there, trying to claw his way out.

"This is why he said yes to you," I said softly.

"Everyone wants power," Derek said as we turned to face him.

"If we help you, you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into werewolves," Scott argued.

"I can if they're willing," Derek retorted, his eyes flashing to me. "Though most aren't, so you have nothing to worry about." My eyes averted to my feet, but Scott didn't seem to notice this for once.

"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?" Scott pressed on.

"Yes, and he still asked," he replied.

"Then he's an idiot," Scott concluded. I hit Scott in the arm with my elbow warningly.

"And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter," Derek shot back and Scott looked up at him, surprised. "Yeah, I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it's going to take them to find out? You saw what happened to an Omega."

I looked between the two. "What happened to the Omega?"

"He got cut in half," Derek answered before turning back to Scott and placing a hand on his shoulder. "With me, you learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you learn control. Even on a full moon," he glanced down at Scott's hands, which were growing claws. Scott quickly jerked away from his touch.

"If I'm with you, I lose her," he said weakly.

"You're going to lose her anyway and you know that," Derek stated and turned to walk away. I looked at Scott and he gave me a nod.

"I'm not part of your pack, but I want him out," Scott said and Derek stopped, looking back at us. "It's my responsibility, too."

"Why, because he's one of us?" Derek asked.

"Because he's innocent," I spoke up. Derek's eyes met mine and he must've seen the resolve in them because he muttered a low 'okay', before walking up the stairs.


Stiles, Derek, and I sat in the blue Jeep in front of the police station, silence enveloping us.

"Okay," Stiles' voice broke through the silence. "Now, the keys to every cell are in a password protected lock box in my dad's office. The problem is getting past the front desk."

"I'll distract her," Derek said, going to open the car door.

Stiles grabbed his shoulder warningly. "Whoa, you? You're not going in there." Derek glared at his hand and Stiles quickly moved it off. "I'm taking my hand off." I chuckled at his discomfort and he rolled his eyes at me.

"I was exonerated," Derek said slowly.

"You're still a person of interest," Stiles said.

"An innocent person," Derek corrected.

"In-you?" Stiles laughed in disbelief. "Yeah, right."

"Stiles, just let him go, okay?" I said from the back seat. "There's no point in arguing."

"Fine, what's your plan?" Stiles asked.

"To distract her," Derek said as if talking to a baby.

"Uh-huh. How? By punching her in the face?" Stiles made an odd facial expression and Derek laughed sarcastically.

"By talking to her."

"Okay, alright then. Give me a sample. What are you going to open with?" Stiles looked at him.

Derek sighed and stared back, eyebrow raised.

"Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

"Thinking about punching you in the face," Derek retorted and Stiles' mouth opened in surprise.

"Go ahead, Derek," I said, pushing Stiles' face out of my way. "We'll be right behind you."

Derek exited the car and Stiles and I sat in the car for a moment.

"You ready?" he asked and I nodded after a second of thought.

We quietly walked into the station, careful not to draw attention away from Derek, who was actually smiling at the female worker charmingly.

I took a second to roll my eyes before following Stiles into his father's office. Stiles made me stand guard as he inspected the room and I looked around the hallway anxiously. When the fire alarm sounded, I ran straight into the cell room where Stiles was on the floor behind a desk and Isaac was throwing a guy dressed as a police officer into a wall, a needle clutched in his hand.

"Zarina, get down here," Stiles hissed quietly, but Isaac heard him. With one final blow to the head, Isaac knocked the hunter out and turned to me, sidestepping the needle that'd fallen to the ground.

Isaac grabbed me by my neck and thrust me against a wall, cutting off my air supply. I vaguely heard Stiles call out my name, but I was beginning to feel light headed. Suddenly, the burning sensation that was slowly beginning to become familiar to me was present behind my eyes and soon Isaac tore his grip from my neck, his eyes narrowing as he threw himself away from me. I fell to the ground, gasping for air.

Derek walked into the room not too long afterwards and crushed the needle under his shoe before turning to the beta, who was snarling at me dangerously. He growled loudly at him and Isaac pressed himself up against the wall, whimpering as he returned to his human form.

"How did you do that?" Stiles asked Derek. "How did you do that?" He turned to me, his eyes filled with fear.

"What? What'd I do?" I asked, genuinely confused.

"Your eyes," Stiles said. "They were white. After they changed color, Isaac let you go."

I looked up at Derek who looked at me just as curiously, but his expression was hard. I then turned back to Stiles, who was still looking at me in fear and I knew that I had a lot of explaining to do.


AN: Second chapter wooo. Thank you for the reviews and follows, they mean so much to me!

And we finally get some Isaac action oooooh. Wonder how he's going to treat our little Zarina, hmm?

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