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The scream echoed throughout the entire forest letting all the wolves know who it was and where.

My red locks had almost fallen out of their plait on the side of my head, I whimpered as I stared on at the scene in front of me, my green eyes forcing shut, I re-opened them only to see the body that had been torn apart brutally had disappeared.

I lifted a hand to my mouth and cried as I frantically looked around the woods only to find nothing here. What the hell was happening to me? I knew there was only one way to find out but I still couldn't pick up my phone to answer Scott or Stiles so there was only one person I could go to right now. Derek.

I practically ran up those never ending stairs and I breathlessly threw myself in the attic but no-one was here.

"Derek!" I cried.

I glanced around but no one was here.

"Molly?" I finally noticed Derek as he came out of hiding and I sighed in relief. "What are you doing here?"

"Are you one to?" I asked nervously and Derek looked at me strangely. "A..Werewolf...Are you a werewolf?"

Derek frowned but nodded, unfortunately my curiosity got the best of me and I walked a few paces forward. "Can I see?"

Derek raised his eyebrows at me but nodded. I took in a breath as Derek's eyes shone a ruby red colour.

"What does that mean?" I asked.

"It means that I'm the Alpha." He walked closer to me.

"What like the Alpha male? In your... pack?" Derek nodded.

He took in my disheveled look and noticed my dried tears. His brows came together and he glanced down at me. "What happened? Did you scream last night?"

I was about to answer him but then I frowned as I noticed his last question.

"You heard me scream?" Derek nodded.

He sighed and looked into my bright jade eyes. "Look, there's something you should know-" Derek stopped as he took notice of her right arm, he grabbed her arm roughly and tugged her to him.

"Hey!"

"When did you get bit?"

"I-" Derek growled at me and I bit my lip. "Last night." I whispered. Derek let go and I rubbed my wrist. "Why? What does that mean?"

"It means that you could turn into one of us." Derek paced in front of me and he was beginning to make me feel dizzy. "But seeing as you're Lydia's sister you might be okay."

My mouth opened and closed. "What does that mean?"

Derek sighed. "Lydia is something called a Banshee, it's difficult to explain, she hears things, and she predicts people's deaths, she's immune to the werewolf bite, so it might not affect you."

I gulped. "Lydia hears voices?"

Derek must've smelled my anxiety because he stared at me.

"You hear them?"

I nodded and I wrapped my arms around myself. "There's something else...Last night...I...I saw a body. That's why I screamed...But...But then I looked back and it was gone."

Just as Derek was about to answer me his phone went off. He glanced at it and then looked back at me guiltily.

"What? What is it?"

"They found a body."

I gasped. "Oh God."

After I left Derek's I finally picked up the courage to talk to Scott and Stiles, I met them at the school and I told them what happened.

"That was you!?" Scott raised his eyebrows. I nodded.

Stiles clumsily took out his phone and sighed while looking at me.

"You didn't by any chance see this...Did you?" I took Stiles phone and a tear escaped my eye and I hurriedly handed him back his phone and nodded.

"Yeah...That's uh...That's what I saw."

Stiles took in my scared look and gave me a sideways hug. "I'm sorry you got brought into this but you and Lydia are kinda the same...Only she doesn't see the deaths."

I laughed and wiped my cheeks. "It's okay Stiles, we have to stick together now. So...What's next?"

After we had figured out that there was now something called a dark druid, whatever the hell that was I went home, Lydia said she would be back soon but I just hoped she but okay, as soon as I got through the front door I grunted in pain.

I doubled over and held my head in agony.

"Please!"

"I did what..."

"They'll figure this..."

"They're gonna find you..."

"No! You still need me!"

I screamed as an overwhelming sensation filled me inside and out. No doubt the werewolves heard me, so I hope they knew it was me. What I didn't understand was what this was? Why am I seeing people's deaths? What good would that do if I saw their own deaths but couldn't do anything about it!?

I got up slowly and crashed on the sofa, I pulled out my phone wiping my hand on my jeans as it was all sweaty.

I texted Stiles.

Mr Harris is dead. I saw it. -M

I dropped my phone on the floor as my hand fell limp and my eyes drifted closed. All I could see was a pair of blue and red eyes staring at me as I felt deep into unconsciousness.