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I love Isaac and Ollie too. I just figured that the side characters should have a story too and so here it is. Let's find out what's going on now that Olivera has joined up with Scott and Isaac is joining Derek.

"Have you seen Isaac lately?" Olivera asked Erica. He hadn't been in school for a while. The teachers were sending his homework home. Erica shook her head as she took a bite out of her apple. She glanced over at Stiles, wiping a bit of juice from the apple from her chin. He was in deep conversation with Scott his hands moving in an extreme motion as if it would make the point of whatever that point was. Danny was laughing at him. Allison bit her bottom lip, her cheeks flushing red, trying not to laugh at him. He looked serious.

"It's weird," Erica said looking back at Olivera. "He hasn't been around a lot lately. Has he been making his usual late night window entries?"

"How do you know he's been coming over? I only told you about the one time." Olivera asked skeptically, raking her fork through her pasta on her plate. There was barely any sauce and the noodles were soggy.

"He looks the type." She shrugged. Olivera chuckled. Her phone vibrated in her pocket.

After school?

Olivera replied then put her phone back in her pocket, going back to the conversation with Erica The two of them were talking about a party that would be going on next weekend. That's what all of Stile's great exclamations were about. Lydia was holding it at her house. Olivera and Erica didn't find out till the last minute though which meant that they weren't invited. Olivera wasn't all that interested anyway. She saw enough of Lydia in school. She didn't want to have to see her outside of it if she could help it.

"Hey Olivera!" Jackson's voice rang through the cafeteria. A few heads turned, curiously, in her direction, but she just ignored them and him. He'd go away if she just ignored him...hopefully.

"Let's go. I'm done," Olivera said. She wanted to avoid whatever humiliating thing he was going to do.

The two of them got up and hurried for the exit. They made it halfway down the hall before Jackson had run to catch up to them. He stepped in front of their path. Erica looked at the floor avoiding eye contact. Oliver on the other hand glared at him hard enough that his skin could peel off. The point of leaving the cafeteria was to get away from him, bot have him in their path hence the well deserved glare.

"Why did you run away?" he asked. He ignored Erica's presence.

"I didn't feel like being humiliated by you and your soulless girlfriend," she replied defensively. What do you want, she thought.

"Oh," he said, taken aback. It was easy to tell that he was thinking about all of the other times he'd done so, the red paint incident from eighth grade coming to mind first. "Well, I was just going to invite you to the party next weekend."

"I can't," Olivera answered immediately, gripping the strap of her bookbag tightly and looking around for witnesses other than Erica. Why would she want to go anyway? It's just a reason for teens to grope each other drunkenly.

"Why not?" he asked. His eyebrows furrowed and his lips pursed together tightly. She knew that look. It was look clearly stating that she was an idiot. Erica looked up wanting to the answer to that too.

"Because I'm not in your 'in' crowd," she answered.

"Just say you'll go?"

"Why's it important?" Erica wanted to know as well.

"Because you're Isaac's girl. That's why. As co-captain, I need to show...support or whatever."

It dawned on Olivera right then. She was a jock's girl. That's why. Go figure. Unknowingly, she'd become part of the 'in' crowd if only a little and by luck. Fuck.

"I'll go if Erica is invited as well," Olivera said matter of factly. Erica's eye went big at the request. She looked at Jackson hopefully.

"Fine," Jackson huffed. He walked off mumbling about what a complicated girl she was and if all smart chicks were like that. Olivera and Erica just stared after him strangely.

"Weird," Olivera said.

"Wow, we got invited to a party," Erica said dazed, running her fingers through her frizzy hair. The two of them had never gone to a party of any form. Her face went into shock next, and Olivera thought she was about to have a seizure. "I have nothing to wear!"

Olivera's face went flat, and she walked away from her best friend, rolling her eyes. Erica had no idea what else there was to be worried about. Olivera was pretty sure that she wasn't going to the party. Partying just wasn't her style, but that might've been because she hadn't been to a party. That and the only thing she could picture was vomit...ew.

"You were invited, and Lydia ignored me like she's done since the beginning of time," Stiles said. "Let me be your plus one…please?"

He looked at Scott with a pouty face while putting his books into his locker. Some tried to fall out, but he caught them and stuffed them into the crowded space forcefully.

"Allison's my plus one dude," Scott said. Stiles's head hung, but popped up a second later with a bright smile.

"Allison isn't your plus one because she's friends with her," He said. Scott thought about it and nodded knowing he was right.

"Fine, but you're driving."

"Sweet!" Stiles said, fist pumping the air "Hey Ollie!"

Olivera looked up from where she was, coming out of a classroom. Her nose was buried in a book as she walked. She weaved between people easily, or they just moved out of the way. She smiled at the boys and walked over to where they stood at Scott's locker. She'd begun hanging out with them more often. Just not in school so much. It was better that way.

"Something weird happened today," Olivera said.

"Really?" Stiles said curiously.

"Yeah, Jackson actually chased me down and invited me to Lydia's party," she said. Her head cocked to the side as she still thought about the encounter. "Whatever though. I'm not sure that I'll even go. I got Erica invited though."

"And you couldn't have put in a word for me!" Stiles exclaimed in shock. He stared at her incredulously, making her smirk.

"Dude, she's my best friend. You're just…Stiles." Olivera looked at him strangely.

"Whoa," Stiles said next looking past her.

"Stiles, it's not like it was an insult, well, not completely, okay a little bit."

"No," Stiles said not really caring. He pointed past her, the playful banter look long gone and replaced with a stunned stare.

Olivera spun around to see what caught his attention and what had caught the vast majority of students' attention in the hallway. Isaac Lahey walked down the hall. Olivera wasn't completely sure what she was staring at, but the tall and handsome who seemed to be getting a thrill out of this entrance as he was making his way towards her, a cocky smirk on his face like he owned the place. It reminded her of Jackson and that was unsettling. But, she couldn't help but be taken with the leather jacket. His eyes bored into her, and she felt as if she were melting under his wanting stare. Was this hot guy her boyfriend? She couldn't complain...much.

Olivera didn't have a chance to say hello because the moment he reached her, he kissed her. A wave, no, a tsunami of passion washed over her, sending a vibrating sensation throughout her down to her toes. Isaac pressed her up against the lockers as his lips remained locked with hers, lightly nipping her bottom lip the way he always did. Stiles and Scott exchanged looks then Scott's eyes looked sharply at Isaac. Stiles saw his eyes change color sharply. He knew what it meant. It was a warning, a territorial marking.

"If that's how you're going to greet me every time you're away for a while then I don't mind," Olivera joked when the couple came up for air. She looked him up and down not minding the physical change that had come over him almost overnight. He felt stronger physically for what Olivera could tell. Isaac smirked, liking the ecstasy-like look on her face. "Where were you?"

"I had to go to a cousin's. Family problems," he lied nonchalantly with a shrug. She tugged on his leather jacket and kissed him once more, standing on her tippy toes.

"I have class," she said with a smile, getting one more final look at him. The sight was delightful to her eyes. He was the bad boy redone and it made her want things that she wasn't sure she was supposed to want at sixteen.

"See you later then," he said huskily. Olivera watched him saunter off as did several other girls. She smirked at her own thoughts. I have him and you won't ever have him, she thought. She was okay with that.

"We have to talk like now," Stiles said pulling her from the hall into an empty classroom followed by Scott as she tried to walk away. Olivera nearly fell over as he did.

"What?" she asked alarmed, gathering her composure. She looked at both of them like they were morons which technically they could be considered.

"Your boyfriend's a werewolf," Scott said. He looked serious and his senses were going into overdrive. He could tell instantly. Isaac's scent had been different, and people don't change like that overnight. "I'm not kidding. You need to be careful. Derek's behind this."

"How do you know?"

"Because I didn't change him," Scott said. Olivera looked down at the floor then at Stiles. If something was too good to be true then it was...go figure. Her lips felt dry now from Isaac's kiss. He was one now. That changed everything...it changed them. Olivera couldn't fully think about it, but only because she didn't want to. More than anything, she wanted to act like he wasn't one now. Just act like everything was normal. Go on like nothing's changed, but there was no hope for that. She knew that.

Her heart beat dully in her chest, having lost the quick paced luster from a few minutes ago. A part of her wanted to cry.

"What do we do then? I can't avoid him. I'm kind of dating him."

"That could be a good thing," Stiles said looking at Scott. They both had the same idea. Olivera caught on quickly.

"I'm not playing your little mole. No. End of story," Olivera said gravely. Stiles and Scott gave her pleading looks, but they didn't work. Olivera just pushed past them, storming off, now seething that her new found relationship with the one guy who actually wanted her, was somebody she'd never imagined she could be with and now she was being told that she couldn't...in so many words. Every part of her hated this situation. She clenched her fists tightly. Why would he accept this from somebody like Derek?

"I don't know!" Olivera exclaimed into her phone. She skipped going to see Stiles and Scott after school and was surfing her computer trying to save herself from boredom and not think about what Isaac had now become. Erica was yapping in her ear about what to wear next weekend, but the distraction wasn't working. Olivera still thought about Isaac. She wanted to ask her own questions for her benefit, but it didn't feel like a good idea.

She didn't want to seem like the clingy girlfriend or worse, find out more things she would rather not know.

'How do you not know? You're great with fashion. I mean you don't care what you wear, but when you put your mind to it you can really put an outfit together. Plus, you're my best friend. You're supposed to help me with this kind of thing,' Erica whined.

Olivera sighed. What to wear was the least of her worries right now.

"Wait what?" Olivera said. She didn't catch what Erica had said next.

'Nevermind,' Erica said. 'I'll try to figure this out, and I will shock you.'

"Then I will prepare for the shocking," Olivera laughed. "I'm going to go."

'Alright. See you tomorrow.' The line clicked and Olivera set her phone aside.

She clicked video call on her computer. She could handle talking to this person. He wasn't pressuring her or giving her pitiful yet warning looks. He just Danny.

"Ollie. What's up?"

"I imagine you know, Danny. You're the neutral one, so I thought I'd talk to you. Things are getting hazy and quick. Does Derek know about whatever that monster is? Its killing?"

"After the encounter I heard Scott had with him the other night? I think he knows. I also think he's building a pack. Be careful," Danny said. Olivera didn't like the sound of what he said. A pack. Who'd be next then? Her? "Stiles found out something important though that could help us with whatever is out there killing people. We're looking around for it."

"What?" Olivera's curiosity was piqued.

"It's called a bestiary?" Olivera could tell that he was wondering if he said it right. "It holds descriptions, strengths, weaknesses, and most importantly what creatures are roaming around…anywhere."

"There's other things?" Olivera squeaked. Danny shrugged. Her brain went on alert thinking about what other things could be out whereas he didn't seem so bothered. This seemed like any other day. For a moment, Olivera wondered if she'd be like that eventually, all accustomed to the fact that she knew werewolves and that other things existed. "Well, are there any leads?"

"Allison thinks that her parents might have one being they're hunters."

"It sure would be useful if she wasn't disowned," Olivera said running a hand through her hair restlessly. Cracking her knuckles, she wished that this wouldn't keep getting more and more complicated.

"I'm right there with you, trust me."

"I guess we plan a mission then. Allison and I can check out the house, but the only problem is that we have to know when no one will be home."

"Is that a good idea?"

"I don't care if it is or not. Somebody has to get it. It's not a good idea for werewolves to go traipsing around in a hunter's house. You guys can think of it as an initiation," Olivera said.

"Fine," Danny sighed. It was obvious that he thought this was a bad plan. "Do not get yourself killed."

"I'm not that dumb," Olivera said bluntly. "As a matter of fact I'm not dumb at all."

"I'll let the others know alright?"

Olivera nodded. No matter what any of them said, Scott in particular, she was still going through with it. She needed to know, personally. That thing was close to her when it killed that guy and it seemed like it knew her.

"I have to go. I have a job interview in a little bit."

"Where?"

"The local bookstore in town. I thought it would be good to find something else to take up my time, a distraction," she said. "Bye."

"Bye."

The interview wasn't until tomorrow, but Olivera was going to head down to the bookstore anyway. She'd been there a few times and found some really amazing reads. For instance, she found a first edition of Moby Dick. She'd even found books of The Odyssey. She didn't have all of them, but it was a working progress. It was unbelievable how books ended up in the little shop on the corner.

Olivera drove into town and parked across the street from it. Street lamps were lighting up, illuminating the streets with an orange glow.

"The Little Shop on the Corner." She looked at the painted wooden sign hanging above the door. It swung a little in the breeze, creaking. It reminded her of the signs above a tavern. "Catchy."

The sun was setting now, and it made Olivera nervous to be out after dark anymore. She jogged across the street and into the bookstore.

"Olivera?"

Olivera spun to see Ms. Clantell, the bookstore owner come from the back of the store. The woman was a total sweetheart and just as much of a bookworm as Olivera. She helped order Olivera's medical and vet books actually.

"Hi." Olivera smiled.

"I thought your interview wasn't until tomorrow."

"Oh, it is. I just wanted to browse and maybe read a little."

"Okay," Ms. Clantell said with a smile. "Oh and by the way?"

Olivera turned before being completely immersed in the overstacked bookshelves.

"Yes?"

"You got the job. You can start tomorrow." Olivera smiled uncontrollably. Her day just got even better. She danced down the walk way as she looked at the shelves.

Olivera spent the next few hours getting lost in books some of which she used to read when she was younger like Dr. Seuss. She was consumed in different little worlds.

"Olivera?"

Olivera looked up from The Picture of Dorian Gray. Ms. Clantell stood over her, her tiny frame only shadowing out part of the ceiling lamp.

"I'm closing up doll. Why don't you just take the book with you," She said.

"Really?" Olivera said with excitement. "Okay. See you tomorrow then."

Olivera closed the book and got up from the floor where she had settled and walked out of the bookstore. Her butt felt a little numb, but regained feeling slowly. Along the ride home she blasted the radio not caring who could hear it.

The lights were off in the house when she got home. That only told that her mom was still at work, so she couldn't yell at her for being out after dark. Olivera hoped she would never be like them when she got older. She didn't want to be the person who never had time for family.

"I'm home!" she called out after going inside and closing the front door behind her.

"Welcome home."

Olivera didn't expect a response. She looked up the stairs to see Isaac at the top of them. A content smile spread across her face at seeing him leaning on the wall casually. She dropped her purse and book on the couch and made her way upstairs where he was. She certainly loved when he dropped by. Tonight would be a little different though. She had questions for him, and she had a strong feeling that it wouldn't end well either. That he would get angry with her, tell her it wasn't her business. She just hoped that he had control over his beastly side.

Isaac wrapped his arms around her waist the moment she made it to the top and kissed her. Olivera pulled away quickly, not letting him move deeper into it. Isaac just looked at her worriedly.

"We need to talk," she said.

"About what?" he sighed. He dropped his arms to his side and walked a few steps.

"I know what you are." The words came out in a stutter. Isaac narrowed his eyes at her as his face turned serious. Olivera gulped nervously. "You're a-a-"

She couldn't even get herself to say it. After these two months, it was still hard to comprehend.

"You're like Scott and Derek," she said. A long and heavy silence formed between the couple. Isaac couldn't even look at her. He stared down at his shoes.

"How do you know that?" he asked in a quiet voice. He looked up at her with soft eyes as if her knowing the secret would destroy him.

"Scott," she put ismply.

"You've been hanging with him?" Isaac asked brashly. Olivera took a step back to put more distance between herself and him. Should could tell he didn't like the sound of her being friends with Scott.

"I have. After I was attacked-"

"So for the last two months you two have been getting all buddy-buddy," he stated angrily, his nostrils flaring and jaw tensing.

"Whatever attacked me wasn't human Issac!" Olivera exclaimed defensively. "They offered to help me, and I'm helping them find out whatever is killing people. It would feel nice to be safe. It's no tlike you've been around that much if at all. Other people have seen you more than me."

"I can't believe this," he breathed. The last thing he expected was for Olivera to already be involved in this and with Scott no less. The whole reason for this was for her not to get hurt and here she was, jumping head first into it. Guilt sunk into the pit of his stomach like concrete.

"I can't believe you'd want to be like them. What, are you apart of Derek's pack?" Isaac didn't say anything. Olivera shook her head in disbelief, knowing the answer. "Don't stay. He'll put you in danger. He's doing all of this to get power as an alpha."

"You sure know a lot," Isaac chuckled.

"I do read you know!" Olivera exclaimed agitated that people seemed shocked by her knowledge. How did he think this was funny."Just get out okay? Please."

"I can't. I do that, and I belong nowhere. I'd be an-"

"Omega. I know," she said. "Isaac you wouldn't be in danger of everyone. It'll be better."

"Better?" Isaac scoffed. "I won't be able defend myself let alone-nevermind. And do you really think I'd stand a chance against hunters? I'm sure you know about them. I wouldn't even survive. Look, it's better this way. Derek isn't the bad guy. HE may seem like it, but he's not. He's given me a place to stay so that I don't worry about my Dad and he's helping me control this."

Olivera shook her head. She couldn't believe this. She could feel that they were pulling apart. For what he'd become, she wasn't sure if she'd be able to hold onto him. Her eyes watered. She closed them.

"Isaac…" she breathed. He reached out to touch her, but she backed away. "I can't…I can't. "

Isaac had her hand in the next second. He could see the hard choice she was making, and he did not want her to make it. He didn't do this just to lose the one person he cared about, and who cared about him. She kept him sane. All of this was crazy, but she wasn't. He hair fell around her face as her head hung on her shoulders.

Olivera didn't understand how he wouldn't become Omega. He wouldn't be alone. He would have Stiles...okay not a good example, but there was Scott and Allison and Danny. If Allison could go all Omega from her family then he could. Granted, Allison wasn't a werewolf, but still. they wouldn't shut him out and if they did, he had her and Erica...still not a good example. She'd make it work, that's all she knew. Her head throbbed with an oncoming headache.

"Don't Ollie. Please. You're the only good thing I have in my life right now."

"And I can't keep thinking about you working with Derek. He's dangerous, and I have no reason to doubt Scott. If you just split away from Derek...you'd have us. You wouldn't be alone," Olivera said feeling tears well up even. The threat Derek ensued was coming back in a strong, vivid voice in her head. Isaac caressed her cheek sweetly wanting to make all the frustration between them vanish.

"I told Derek I would help him with whatever the hell is out there. I will not let Derek come between us. Understand?" he said. His eyes met her green ones as he ran his hand through her soft red hair. Her head rose, a tear falling down her cheek.

"He already is."

"I'm stronger, faster, my senses are in overdrive. I can here your erratic heartbeat which by the way is driving me crazy. You have no idea. I can also smell the kiwi shampoo you used recently. He won't come between us okay? I won't let him," he assured her. "Scott and his crew better not interfere either, though I think Scott would understand since he's with Allison."

Olivera nodded. Isaac laid his forehead against hers and held her. It comforted Olivera that he was so His arms wound around her comfortingly. He wasn't going to lose her because of this.

"We'll make it."

"I don't know."

The two of them laid down on her bed for a while without saying much. This was a pointless argument that would never reach a decision and they both knew it. Isaac found comfort in listening to her breathing and holding her. She was his, and he'd never wanted something so much. It didn't start out like this, but developed into this. She had just been the girl he'd seen move through school, the girl who was strong, but seemed like a ghost. He saw her.

Olivera had nothing more to say. She didn't want him involved with Derek and for good reason. Granted, she didn't know everything about the man, but she knew enough not to trust him. It made her wonder if she could trust Isaac now, and she wanted to slap herself for such a thought. It was something Stiles and Scott would think.

She fell asleep in his arms, and it nearly felt like they were normal. The sleep was dreamless and black. Sometime while she was sleeping though she couldn't breathe like she was being suffocating. She tried to move, but couldn't get away from whatever was the cause and trying to breathe was useless.

Her eyes shot open finally, terrified, and a broad, ominous, dark figure stood over her. Isaac was gone. The dark figure over her stared at her with red glowing eyes.

"Derek," she barely made out.

"Stay away from Isaac. He's not like you anymore. If you can do that then maybe I'll consider letting you join me and you can have him back. Stay away for now or else I will get rid of you and Scott and his little toy squad won't be able to save you," He growled. Olivera could barely breathe, and she could swear that she felt sharp claws digging into her throat, piercing the skin.

Derek was gone after his harsh words. Olivera sat up and took in a long deep breath. Looking over, she saw that her window was open and a light breeze was coming in making her curtain flow. She hurried over to it nearly tripping and slammed it shut then locked it. Loud uncontrollable sobs sounded throughout her bedroom as she held her neck and crawled to her bed and his under the covers. She'd never felt so scared. Where was Isaac?

So…Isaac's a werewolf now and Olivera is digging in deeper to the supernatural side of life.

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