It had been a week since the "party" at Lydia's lake house. Liam and I hadn't really connected since then. We got together to finish the project, but he never really talked with me. It was Friday, the day of the first lacrosse game, and I wasn't more excited to see Liam play. I followed him to his locker after school before he headed to the locker room. He looked worried and stressed. Understandibly. "Hey, what's going on with you?" "Not much, just lacrosse." "Yeah I figured...now what's really going on with you?" I looked at him with concerned eyes. "Scott and Stiles are worried that I will lose control during the game tonight." "Prove it to them, that you have control." "How?" "Here, follow me," I took his hand in mine and pulled him along. "Where are we going? I have to get going..." "Just trust me," I insisted. I opened the door to the locker room before all the other guys got in there. I pushed him inside and up against the lockers. His eyes started glowing, a burnt yellow color, and a low growl rose up from his chest. "You see, you get angry or feel threatened, that's when you lose control." I took my hand and grabbed his face gently, just caressing him. He seemed to calm down, his eyes changed back to normal, and he put his hands around my back. "Think of me, when you get mad or when you start changing. I'll be your anchor." He looked at me with his beautiful blue eyes. It felt like I was staring into the ocean, like home. As if the moment couldn't have gotten any better, he began to lean in and I closed my eyes. The distance between our lips lessened, and finally we connected. It was as if fireworks were going off, we finally kissed. We pulled apart and looked at each other, "Wow," I said. "Yeah, I agree." "Well, you better get ready, see you at the game. Good luck." As I began to walk away I saw him lift his hand to his mouth in shock. That will keep his mind off the whole werewolf thing. Hopefully.

I think the kiss thing worked before the game, because Liam didn't wolf out or anything. There was a moment where I think he got angry, but he turned to look at me and it seemed to calm him down. The game was a success, the boys won, and Liam got his first goal of the season. After the game I followed the team back to the school, so I could congratulate him. Walking back to school in the dark, it seemed as if something was following me. I turned around and saw nothing. But when I turned back a person was in front of me with glowing eyes. "Liam, is that you?" Whoever it was, they didn't respond. "Scott, is it you? It isn't funny." Still nothing, I started to worry. Standing there, I heard a low growl come from mysterious man. I turned around and sprinted towards the school, looking back to see if it was chasing after me...it was. I reached the parking lot, and I was beginning to get tired. 'Oh no, not now, keep running,' my mind told me. Slowing down from exhaustion, I was tackled from behind and landed square on my face. I screamed as loud as I could, but it didn't stop whoever this was from finishing their deed. They grabbed my shoulder and bit down into my flesh. "Ahhhhhhhhh!" I screamed again. This time Scott, Stiles, and Liam ran out of the school looking for the source of the scream. Once they saw me, my mystery attacker took off, and so did Scott and Liam. I sat up against a car, my shoulder in some serious pain, and waited for someone to come help me. Stiles reached me and saw the bite, "That's not good," he said looking at me a little squeamish. "Are you okay Stiles?" "No, I don't like blood," he exhaled not looking at me. "Let's get you inside."

Helping me up, Stiles and I made our way into the school. "Do you know who that was? Who attacked me?" "No, but I'm sure we will. Scott and Liam will catch him, don't worry." Oh wow, this really did hurt. Stiles lead me to the locker room where I could sit down and he could get some bandages for me. When he returned I just had to ask, "Am I going to turn into a werewolf now?" "I don't know, maybe I should take you to Deaton." "Who's Deaton?" I asked in pain. "He's our emissary...our informant on everything supernatural, and he's a doctor." "Oh, okay, that sounds good." We walked to Stiles's jeep and looked out towards the woods. "I hope they find him." "Yeah, me too."

Arriving at the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic, Stiles was talking with Scott on the phone. "Yeah, I brought her to Deaton, so he can help her...I don't know, Liam...Just get over here when you can...okay, bye." He ended the phone call and looked at me. "They found him, he won't be biting anybody else." "That's good. Can we go inside now? This really hurts." "Yeah," he said quickly. Going through the front door, Deaton was waiting for us. "Deaton, this is Tyler. Tyler, this is Deaton." He lead me onto the metal table to look at my wound. "Nice to meet you." He looked at my wound with suspicion. "What? What is it?" I asked with fear in my voice. "Well, they bit you good..." "Does that mean I will become a werewolf too?" "I don't know I'll keep you here for a little to see what happens. If you heal fast, that's a sign of the change." I laid my head back in disbelief. This couldn't happen to me, I just moved here, I can't believe this. Liam and Scott came running in, followed by Kira, Malia, and Lydia. Wow I didn't think the girls would be here. Liam came right up to the table, shocked from what he saw. He grabbed hold of my hand and held it tightly. "I'm so sorry..." "It's not your fault. How would you have known?" I reassured him. He looked deep into my eyes, it felt as if he was staring into my soul. "I stitched her up and gave her some pain meds. We'll stay here and watch to see what happens with her." Deaton informed Liam. "Thank you," we both said.

The rest of the night I slept on the metal table, which wasn't very comfortable, but everyone else had the same problem. Except I don't think Liam slept, he stayed up all night making sure I was okay. By morning everybody was asleep including Liam, although he was right next to me. I caressed his hand, which startled him from his sleep. He awoke suddenly, and saw me looking at him. "Hey," I said quietly. "Hi, how are you feeling?" "Sore and a little stiff from sleeping on this table." "Let's look at your wound." He said as he stood up and began to peel of the gauze covering my shoulder. He looked at it surprised, then a look of disappointment. "What? Is it healed?" He pulled the rest off, "Look." I was so scared, what if it healed? I had to hope for the best. I looked over at my shoulder and saw nothing. No wound, no blood, nothing. My life was changing forever, this new part of me will change everything. Deaton and the rest of the gang slowly woke up and saw Liam and I holding hands. I almost wanted to cry, this was so overwhelming. "Did it heal up?" Scott and Stiles both asked. Liam and I both nodded our heads. Everybody looked disappointed and a little shocked. This was unbelievable, I don't think anything could get worse than this.