The rest of the day sped past like nothing I'd felt before. Nothing dragged and I managed not to get attacked again. I got to the front of school to see Scott and the group out the front, chatting. My Dad drove up to the front of the school and got out. He looked pretty mad. He walked up to me and I could see his true wrath about to spur out at me. He grabbed my right bicep and half-dragged me to the car.

'Get in.' His anger was close to hitting me if I didn't obey.

I looked at the guys and I knew they could hear my Dad's anger and also see how aggressive he was towards me. I was then shoved into my seat and the door slammed behind me. Dad got in and drove off, his anger rocketing.

'What have I done?' I asked quietly.

'You challenged the plan! We are going to see Peter Hale right now, or I swear I will lock you in that new basement until I break him out of there to speak to you.' Dad snarled.

My phone started buzzing. I pulled it out. It was Lydia, but I never gave her my phone to get her number.

'Who's that?' Dad snapped.

'It's Lydia from school. She's a new friend I made. I'm going to answer.' I explained.

I pushed the button and held my phone to my ear.

'Alice, hey, it's Scott. I'm using Lydia's phone. Is everything ok?' Scott asked.

'Not quite. I think I might get grounded, but otherwise I'm ok. Hey, do you know anyone called Hale?' I tried not to look at my Dad.

'Yeah, Derek and Peter. Peter's in Eichen House and Derek's in a building he owns since his house was taken apart after it was burned down. Why do you ask?'

'I'm about to go meet one in Eichen House.'

'Alice, give me the phone.' My Dad snapped.

'Warn Derek. He's going to need you all more than any of you think he will.' I managed to quickly say before I hung up.

I put my phone away and looked at my Dad.

'You're definitely grounded when we get home and you're also going to be in the basement as punishment.' Dad snarled.

'Fine. Just don't expect me to be polite to Peter Hale.' I pointed out.

We came to a stop and I got out the car at the same time as Dad. We walked together into the building and then we were eventually led to a room to talk. I recognised him immediately. Peter Hale was stood against the back wall, smirking at us.

'Alice, so good to see you again. It's been too long.' Peter sneered.

'Not long enough, but I can assure you I'm strong enough to kick your ass.' I snapped.

'Just as feisty as I remember. Now, Frank, why don't you tell me what this trip is for this time?' Peter said.

'Perhaps you can explain what's going on with my daughter. Alice, show him.' Dad snapped.

I rolled my eyes and I let myself change slightly. There was a glass window, so we could be watched, and I could see my eyes were bright green. My nails were like claws and I had some slight fangs, but otherwise I was just the same. Peter looked horrified.

'I've never seen anything like it.' Peter was shocked at my transformation.

I got rid of all my Werewolf features and looked right at Peter.

'So do you have any idea what we should do with her?' Dad asked.

'I don't know. I've never seen a green-eyed Werewolf before, not when the change into the Werewolf keeps the same colour eyes as the human form. You have a new species on your hands.' Peter explained.

Dad walked to Peter and got close to whisper something into his ear.

'I'll break you out later tonight. You'll be safer at my house than in here.' Dad whispered as quietly as he could.

I then made the decision. I left the room and walked out the building, making the excuse I needed fresh air. I got back to the car. I was able to get in and grab my bag. I then found myself running through the streets until I found myself at the house. I got in and locked the door behind me. I turned the lights on and found a guy sat in the kitchen.

'Derek Hale, I presume.' I guessed.

'Scott.' Derek rolled his eyes.

Now I looked at him, I could see his eyes weren't too different from mine. They were green, but I could start to see a blue tinge underneath from when he changed into a Werewolf.

'How did you know about Peter?'

'Too much. It's a long story, I'm afraid.'

A tear trickled down my cheek, but I wiped it away. I moved to the living room and sat on the sofa. I heard Derek move and then he was sat next to me.

'I'm sorry.'

'It's not your fault. What makes it all a lot worse is the fact Dad's a hunter and I'm some supposed rare breed of Werewolf.'

'What?'

I got up and let my other form come to me. I looked at Derek and he was shocked, almost as much as Peter.

'Yeah, Peter had the same reaction.'

'Peter?'

'Yeah, Dad took me to see Peter to see what was wrong with me. I bolted and now I'm going to get grounded and locked in the basement for punishment.'

'Are you sure it's not worse than that?' I heard Dad's voice from the doorway.

We both looked up, but it was Derek who stood up first.

'Dad, did you follow me?' I asked.

'You're going to leave right now.' Dad growled at Derek, ignoring me.

'She's not safe here.' Derek wasn't backing down.

'She's not safe near you!' Dad yelled.

'Dad, that's enough!' I tried to intervene.

'Alice, upstairs, NOW!' Dad ordered.

I slowly got up to go, but Derek put his arm out to stop me. I looked at him and I saw Derek had a plan.

'Alice is coming with me. If she's a Werewolf, she may need my help with her strengths.' Derek said.

Dad wasn't budging. I was then pushed back by Derek as Dad lunged at Derek to get him to leave. I found myself falling backwards and I fell through the glass table. I groaned from the pain of the glass shards. Then a bullet entered my shoulder, making me scream out.

'Alice.' Derek got to my side and helped me sit up a little bit out of the glass.

'You shot me.' I looked at my Dad.

'You deserved it, brat.' Dad snarled.

'Not as much as you deserve what's coming your way, father.' I snapped.

Dad left the room, his anger through the roof.

'Sorry about my Dad. He's a little controlling.'

'I'm getting that.'

I looked at Derek, who got me into his arms and out the door. I was carefully put into his car for him to drive off to the animal clinic.

'Not meaning to underestimate your actions, but isn't a hospital better?' I asked.

'Not when you have a bullet in you that looks like it has wolfsbane in it.' Derek countered.

I was carried into the animal clinic, the door clanging behind us. Scott appeared with, who I guessed was the vet, a dark skinned man.

'Derek, what's going on?' Scott asked.

'Alice's father flipped.' Derek explained.

'I fell on a glass table and got shot. I'm fine, honestly.' I was a little tired now.

'You're not fine, Alice. She's a Werewolf, but she's not healing.' Derek explained to the vet.

'You'd better come through.' The vet opened the gate.

Derek was gestured to go through with me first. I was put on my side, so I wasn't on my back.

'That's a lot of glass.' Scott was worried.

'It was a big table.' I groaned.

'Alice, I need you to stay very still for me. I'm going to try and get the glass out of your back.' The vet tried to be gentle with me.

'Ok. Just stop the bullet.' I was slowly falling unconscious.

'Just stay with us, Alice.' Scott tried to convince me.

I was only going to fall out of consciousness whilst on the table, which was good timing for me. My life was now in their hands.