I walked into my new apartment, taking it all in. I've never actually done this before. Signed a lease or had a place that was mine and only mine. It felt good...but at the same time it didn't. It almost felt wrong to tie myself down to one place. But, the lease is only for a year so maybe I'll be ready to move on by then.

"This is it?" I heard Aaron scoff in disgust from behind me. I turned around and raised an eye brow questioningly. "What? It's your first place. It should be...I don't know. More?"

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

"Lunch."

"Right," I sighed, knowing that he was missing some vital class. I walked into the master and dropped my one bag on the bed. I made sure the place was fully furnished. I don't need to be lugging around a bunch of furniture with me wherever I go. But it wouldn't hurt if I owned more than five shirts.

"When are you going to have 'what's his face' over?"

I turned around and looked at him. "What are you talking about? Scott?"

"No," he scoffed. "Your new boy toy." He starred at me a minute. "What? I'm like your little brother. It's my civil duty to know these things."

I rolled my eyes. "Right. And, if I said there wasn't a 'boy toy'?"

"I'd tell Dad," he crossed his arms.

So I crossed mine and mocked him. "You wouldn't."

"I would," he nodded, proud of himself.

"Why do you want to know, anyway?"

He shrugged. "Well, Sam's met him...Dad hates him..."

"He doesn't hate him, Aaron."

"That's what you want to think."

"What's he said?"

"Not much. But he told me that your 'boy toy' killed the guy who burned down Dad's house, so now he's an Alpha. He also said that, prior to that, he stayed behind with Dad while you willingly walked away with a guy who threatened to kill you." He shrugged. "And a few other things I can't remember. But he's worried about you. And, frankly, so am I."

"Worried only because of who I'm dating?"

"Ha! So you are dating some one!" he pointed his figure at me. Then he went back to being serious. "That'll always be part of it. But mainly I'm concerned about what your powers are doing. Has anything else happened since you handed Lydia over to the cops?"

"No...well," I sighed.

"What?" He jumped on the bed. "Tell me."

"The other day, after Isaac had thrown me into the cell door-"

"Yeah," he nodded, waiting for me to get to the point. I already told him about that whole day.

"-when I went to push the door off of me...my eyes turned green."

His eyes widened. "Did anyone see you?"

"The only one who could've seen would've been Isaac, but I don't think so. But it was like I'd lost control. They changed against my will."

"That's never happened before?"

"No. The only time something's happened without me wanting it too, has been because of Lydia. And, she wasn't there and I didn't hear her scream."

"Could it be psychological?"

"What do you mean?"

"Maybe you two are still connected. Maybe she was in danger or felt...scared, I don't know. Maybe she felt something that caused you to go green."

"Because I needed to protect her?"

"I don't know. Did this ever happen with Sophie?"

"No, never," I replied. Sophie was a Banshee, too. I started off as her guardian and teacher. But she quickly became one of my best friends. Aaron never met her, just knows about her from my stories. I tell this kid way too much. But I know that he'd rather die than repeat any of it to anyone. I sighed. "You need to go back to school."

"Yeah," he moaned and stood. "But I want to meet him."

"If you're good," I smirked. He narrowed his eyes skeptically, holding the stare until he was out of the room. I chuckled and then went to the side of the bed. I grabbed my bag and unzipped it. The bag in my hands flashed away in a bright light. I opened my eyes to find a white floor in front of me.

I glanced around, trying to get my bearings. I looked to my left and saw a sign that read 'Morgue'. I sighed. This isn't usually the kind of places I get taken to. I pushed the door open and walked inside. I found Derek standing next to a girl on a hospital bed.

I knew where this was going and anger instantly boiled inside of me. "What are you doing?" I know he can't hear me, but I needed to get that out. I walked around the right of the bed, so I had the two in view. I sighed and crossed my arms. This girl looked to be about the same age as Isaac. "Let me guess. Another weak willed teenager whose going to fall at you feet?" I sarcastically said. But unfortunately I can't stop these things. I have to wait until he bites her before I can rip him a new one.

Derek held a pill bottle, reading the label. "Side effects may include anxiety, weight gain, acne, ulcerative colitis." I sighed. Yep. Another person who has no power or control over their lives. So he's going to give her a chance to have it. And she's going to take it.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Let's just say we have a...mutual friend. You get a...warning right before you have a seizure." He walked to the end of the bed at her feet.

"It's called an aura. It's...it's like a metallic taste in my mouth."

"You don't have to lie, Erica. What's it really taste like?"

She sighed, hesitant to reply. "It tastes like blood."

"What if I told you...that all of this could go away? The side effects..." he rubbed his left hand on her leg. "the symptoms..." he put his other hand on her other leg. My fists clenched at my sides. "all of it." He then grabbed her legs and pulled her forward so she straddled him, her face just inches from his. "And what if all those things not only went away...but everything else...got even better?"

"How?" she asked.

"Let me show you," he said, his eyes turning red. I looked down at my clenched hands, feeling a burning. I opened my hands as a drop of blood hit the ground, my nails coated in it.

I stomped down the stairs into Derek's new hideout. I hit the concrete floor as Isaac stood from a crate a few feet away. He looked a little shocked to see me, but not surprised. "Where's Derek?" I didn't mean to sound so angry and bitter. His drop in expression and demeanor is what made me realize it. I sighed, annoyed with myself. "I need to speak to Derek."

He shook his head. "He's not here. I don't know where he is."

"Did he say when he'd be back?" I asked, trying to calm myself. Isaac shook his head, looking like he didn't know what to say. Let along how to act. "Well, when you see him, please tell him I need to speak with him urgently. He knows how to find me." Isaac nodded. "Thank you." I spun and started walking.

"Uh, Ms. Grant?"

I stopped and smiled. I turned and looked at him. "Call me Sara."

"Alright," he smiled nervously. "Sara...if you don't mind, what's your story?"

"Mine?"

"Yeah."

I huffed. "That would take too long to tell the whole thing. But, I only recently came back to Beacon Hills. Grew up here, though."

"Why'd you come back?"

I smiled. "Most people ask me why I left. But the answer to both is: it's complicated." I walked closer to him. I stopped not far from him. A wave of dizziness hit me like a truck. I felt myself sway, my heart beating faster, my vision flickering green. Each time it went to green, I caught a glimpse of a different scene.

"Hey, are you okay?" Isaac's voice echoed like we were in a cave. I tried to reply but my lips wouldn't move. Suddenly I felt like I was falling, my vision completely green. I landed hard on my knees, on a white surface. I looked up. Lydia was in front of me, practically in the same position.

She was looking down at the ice. A piece of Wolf's Bane was sticking up out of it. The flower vanished and a dark spot beneath the ice appeared. She was breathing heavily, scared out of her mind. I felt her feelings like they were mine. Like I was the one who was scared.

She frantically wiped at the ice where the dark spot was. Peter's face was revealed under the ice. He opened his eyes and screamed but you couldn't hear it. Lydia then screamed. Not the ear piercing Banshee scream. But very very close. I felt the urge to shift, to get to her in the physical world.

Something shook me and I heard my name. I blinked hard and my vision was normal. I was back in the subway. Isaac was on the ground holding me. He looked more worried than Lydia felt. "I'm okay," I said. Forcing myself to my feet. He stood with me, acting like I might break. "Um...thanks."

"What was that?" he gaped. "Your eyes..."

"I'd really appreciate it if you kept this between us."

He was quiet a second. "Does Derek know?"

"No."

"Does anyone know?"

"Isaac, thank you for your concern. But I have it under control, okay? No one else needs to know, right?" I asked, hoping he'd say yes. But he just stared at me, unsure. "Consider us even for the other night, yeah?" He nodded, but still looked unsure. I wasn't in the mood for threats and wasn't really sure how it would help in this case. So I just turned and left.

It's the day after I told Isaac to tell Derek I needed to talk to him. Not only have I not talked to him, but I can't find him. And, after watching Derek turn a third person and getting several calls from Scott and Stiles, I decided that I couldn't sit this one out. I told Scott I'd meet him at the ice rink to talk to Boyd with him. Boyd's another high school student that Derek's got his eyes on. Actually, he's already turned him. But I don't think Scott knows that yet.

I walked onto the ice, horrified by what I saw. Derek had just lifted Scott into the air and slammed him down on the ice. He now stood with his boot in Scott's throat. Both boys were fully shifted. Boyd, Isaac, and Erica were also present. I shifted faster than I think I ever have. I've never felt so much rage before.

I ran forward, so fast that Derek didn't see me coming. I planted my boot in his chest and hit him so hard that he flew about thirty feet away. He rolled across the ice and eventually came to a stop. I growled so loud the ice cracked beneath us, letting a little Banshee slip in there.

I straightened when I finished. I saw Erica step forward out of the corner of my eye. I pointed at her. "Unless you want this to be your last day on earth, I suggest not taking another step." She stopped moving. Both she and Isaac looked more than frightened by what I just did.

I looked back at Derek. He was getting to his feet. He wiped blood from his lip. "That was cute."

"What are you doing, Derek? I thought we had an understanding."

He slowly walked forward. "We did. But nothing was said about me adding to my pack."

"Really? Is power all you're after? Is that really all that matters to you? Look what it's done to you," I said. "You're ignoring your girlfriend, going behind her back. And, Scott? What was that about? Do you really feel that inferior to a sixteen year old boy?"

He stopped about a foot away from me. "Do you really feel that inferior to me?"

I took a step back, shocked by his words. I scoffed. "Wow. Okay." I glanced around before looking at him. "So that's how you want to play it? Fine." I stepped forward. "Let me tell you how it's going to go. Bite one more person, touch Scott one more time and I won't hesitate to put you in your place."

"Why don't you just do it now?"

"While embarrassing you further in front of your Betas would be fun, if I fought you right now I'd kill you. And I wouldn't feel bad about it." He frowned at my words. Until now he's thought that this was a joke. "And, if you ever want me again...you'll need to come begging for it."

I walked away from him, stopping half way to Scott. I looked to the others. "You guys don't have to stay with the Alpha that bit you. Something I'm sure he didn't tell you." I glanced at Derek before continuing. "So, if you ever want a real Alpha...come and find me."