*Runs into office, slams down stack of papers onto desk, smiles triumphantly*

IT'S STILL WEDNESDAY.

I'm so sorry I'm almost late! I had work (ugh) and then family dinner (ugh), but I wrote a ton extra to make up for it.

This is it, you guys. The big reveal. It only took me ten freaking chapters, but I am so SO excited to see what you think! There is so much more to learn though, so don't think I'm even close to being done :)

READ, LOVELIES

On the drive to school, I couldn't stop glancing over at Isaac. He was reading something for school, trying to get some last minute studying in, and I thought he didn't notice.

"Lauren, if you keep taking your eyes off the road we are going to crash," he said without looking up from his book. I scoffed at him, attempting to show I had no idea what he was talking about. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him point to his ear, and at first I was confused. But then it clicked; my heart rate accelerated when I saw him. Jesus, I thought as I rolled my eyes.

I pulled into the parking lot, and half expected Isaac to tell me to drop him off around the block again, but when I asked his brows pulled together in confusion. "And make you walk by yourself? Nah, I'll stick with you." My stomach had butterflies, but I tried to ignore them as we walked up to the school.

For the first time since I had arrived in Beacon Hills, I didn't feel the ominous, lingering feeling that something bad was about to happen. School was normal, and I got a chance to catch up with Allison in English. We giggled like little girls when she finally wormed the fact that I had kissed Isaac out of me, and she drew a heart on my paper before I had a chance to snatch it away from her. Allison's behavior must have been different than usual because Lydia kept shooting her looks.

"Lauren." My name wasn't so much of a question, but more of a beckoning. Lydia walked up to me after class and looped her arm through mine. "I wanted to make sure you knew we were going shopping on Saturday, sound good to you?"

The thought of some good old fashioned retail therapy boosted my spirits, and I quickly agreed. Just before I reached my locker however, Lydia spun me so we were face to face.

"And just to clarify something for you real quick," her eyes took a darker tone and she looked almost menacing. "Allison is my best friend, has been for two years, and some girl from nowhere Arizona is going to swoop in and change that."

I stood there, mouth gaping, as she continued. "But, that said, I do want to be friends. So, how about the three of us drive to the outlet malls and spend some girl time together?" Lydia turned her 100 watt smile on me, then turned and clicked down the hall in her three inch shoes.

The statement she had thrown at me would have been insulting if I didn't put myself in her place; knowing that she only wanted to keep her friends close, I took none of it to heart. Shrugging off the strange incident, I shut my locker and left for my last class of the day.

"And today after 3 pm will be the girls' volleyball tryouts…" A voice droned on through the small TV at the front of the classroom with the weekly school news.

My interest suddenly peaked. I had played volleyball at my old school, and it would be great to continue the sport. I wrote down the tryout info and a feeling of excitement ran through me.

Math was about as fun as math could me. I considered myself more of a history buff, so I hoped Isaac was paying attention on the other side of the room so he could help me later. I gazed out the window and day dreamed about the sound of the solid 'slap' that could only be achieved from the power of a hand hitting a volleyball for a perfect spike.

The smell of smoke caught me off guard, and I jerked to attention. A warning sense buzzed deep in my bones, and I looked around to see if anyone else could smell it. But, to my shock, every person in the room had disappeared. Not gotten up and walked away, but poof-you're-not-there-anymore gone. I tried to stand up, but by some unknown force I was trapped to my desk. "Help!" I screamed as the room was quickly filling with thick, dark smoke. There were footsteps coming from across the room, but I was unable to see who was causing them.

They were tantalizingly slow, one short clip, then another. "Is there someone there?" I called out. I could barely think, the buzzing sounds from before had filled my head.

Come to us, a voice called out. But not vocally, someone had just talked into my mind.

Let us claim you; it is time, it continued. Frantically, I shook the desk trying to get loose, but ties had woven themselves over my hands, and I was truly stuck. "Get away from me!" I screamed.

This is not something you can escape, young one. I wish fate had not chosen this path, but now it is up to you to initiate it. Grow into the strength you know you possess.

"This isn't real!" I shouted out loud as soon as I thought it. Of course! This was one of those stupid visions I was having. Closing my eyes, I focused on what I knew was real. I was in math class, and people were all around me. The buzzing died down, and I heard a voice, a real voice, ask the teacher a question. The feel of my pencil in my hand came back to me, and the voice spoke one last time.

If not now, later. I will be back. There was a note of sympathy and sorrow in the voice, but I barely had time to register it before I opened my eyes and everything was normal again. My heart was beating erratically in my chest, and I took deep breaths to calm down.

My phone buzzed in my pocket, and I checked it under my desk.

Isaac: Are you ok?

I looked up at him, confusion written all over my face. How had he known anything was wrong? He pointed to his ears, then his heart, and I remembered him mentioning he could hear my heartbeat. At the moment, it was still beating like a bird desperate for escape, so no wonder he thought I was having an attack.

Lauren: Fine…we should talk after school though.

I thought about this for a moment, and then sent another message.

Lauren: After volleyball tryouts.

Isaac smiled when he read the last message, and sent me back a smiley face text.

This was a conversation I was so not looking forward to.

"Mine, mine mine!" I yelled as I ran up to bump the ball coming my way. Too late, I saw that I would miss it if I stayed standing, so I jumped to the floor and felt the ball bounce off my hand.

"Nice save! But next time try to run faster," the couch yelled across the court. We had been at try outs for the last two hours, and I was exhausted. My hair was plastered to my face with sweat, and I was so glad I told Isaac to meet me later. I looked like I had just run a marathon.

All the girls trying out were fantastic; my three years of experience looked like nothing to them. But I still wanted to play, so I went for it. Even with the reputation of California sports stars being tall, tan, and super skinny, I hoped my above average height would allow me for some wiggle room. I knew that I wasn't in perfect shape; hell, I didn't know a lot of people who were. I wasn't in the best shape, but not by any means more than a few pounds over my goal.

We took turns serving over the net, and my stomach contracted with nerves. I had always played setter, the front position that hit over the net, not a powerhouse server. It felt like everyone's eyes were on me as I tossed the ball in the air and hit it. Nearly clearing the net, I watched as it hit halfway down. I huffed to the back of the line, and saw the next girl spike a perfect serve over, impressing the coach to no end.

By the end of tryouts, I figured there was no way I was making the team, and that really brought my spirits down. It would have been nice to have an outlet to relax at every once in a while.

The coach called us together to let us know how the trial process worked. Two rounds, one today, and the other tomorrow for those called back. We trudged out of the locker rooms to find a heavy rain falling, and I rolled my eyes as I walked to my car while some other girls shrieked and sprinted.

"But hold me fast, hold me fast cause I'm a hopeless wanderer," I sang on the way home. Out of tune, I might add, but I loved to sing to the radio, so I turned it up to drown myself out.

My phone buzzed while I was driving, so when I hit a red light I checked to see who it was. Isaac's name flashed on the screen, and I eagerly read what it said.

Isaac: I have to do some grocery shopping for Mrs. McCall, meet after?

The thought of Isaac lost in a grocery store struck me so funny I almost started crying, but I replied to say that would be fine and drove the rest of the way home.

I arrived home and ran to take a shower so I wouldn't look like a monster when I met up with Isaac. These visions had happened so frequently since I came to Beacon Hills that I almost considered them normal, which when I though it I froze a slight bit with terror.

Since when had this freak show become my life?

I threw on my skinny jeans, a teal collared button up tank, and a jean vest. Stepping into my black flats, I called Isaac to see where we could meet.

"Hey!" Isaac answered energetically. "New plan, you're meeting the family."

I was beyond confused when I asked, "Your family? But Isaac, I thought –"

"No," he said with a curt laugh. "A different one. You remember Derek?"

"Unfortunately…"

"Well get ready for a reunion, because now you can meet his uncle."

I muttered to myself as I was leaving about how lucky this way, and I heard Isaac laugh on the other line. "I promise they're not…well ok they're bad. Just hurry, I'm the only one here." He gave me the address, and I told him I'd be there in twenty.

The only thing that could make this better would be another vision, I thought as I rolled out of the driveway.

The Hale house was about as different from what I had expected as it could be. Well, I guess it was a loft, but still.

"I was half expecting some decrepit mansion in the middle of the woods," I muttered to Isaac as we walked up to the door. He laughed, shaking his head and placing his arm around my shoulders to guide me into the door.

When we walked in, all conversation stopped. Derek was standing behind a table in front of a wall of windows, and sitting on the couch were some people I knew, and a few I didn't. Scott waved at me, and the brown haired boy next to him I vaguely recognized, and we looked at each other for a moment before it clicked. He was the kid I had taken Scott away from when we went to go see Isaac and Derek.

"Hi, I'm Stiles," he jumped up and said with his hand outstretched. I shook it, feeling strangely formal, but laughed when he pumped his up and down, shaking my arm like a noodle. I smiled back at him, responding with "Lauren."

Then a figure that seemed to step out of the shadows emerged and moved to stand by Derek. His arms were crossed, and he was dressed in all black. Something inside of me told me there power radiating off of him, more so than anyone else in the room. It was odd, he didn't appear to be the leader, in fact it seemed like he might be the least popular member in the room. Stiles flinched when he saw him emerge and said, "Aw jeez, do you have to creep around in the dark all the time? You seem like a bat."

The man tilted his head and his voice dripped with sarcasm when he replied, "Funny, Stilinski. But now isn't the best for your half attempts at humor." He turned towards me and spoke, "Well, isn't this cute. Isaac finally finds a girl, and it seems that she may be the one he can't have."

Ice filled my veins, and I felt Isaac step closer behind me. "Excuse me? Who are you?" I asked, not entirely as polite as my mother would have liked.

"Oh, I'm Derek's uncle. Peter Hale" He said with a smile.

Stiles piped up and added, "He used to be dead, by the way."

I felt my face go blank, but as I surveyed the room I could tell he was telling the truth.

"Werewolf thing?" I asked.

"Ah good, so we don't need to fill you in on that then," Peter said, crossing the room to stand in front of Isaac and I. For a few moments, all he did was observe. His eyes traveled over my face, and for a moment they cut over to Isaac. It seemed like he was evaluating something, trying to crack a code of some sorts.

Finally, he broke the silence. "Come with me, you two." I turned to look at Isaac, but there was no hesitation. He led, and I followed. Scott and Stiles were deep in conversation, but Derek noticed something was happening and moved to follow us as well. Not that I was frightened of Derek or anything, but when I slipped my hand into Isaac's I felt a bit stronger.

We walked into a kitchen with big, open counters made of marble. Peter got to work right away mixing different things into a cup, while the three of us stood in silence. I squeezed Isaac's hand for reassurance, and he smiled down at me. There was a comfort in his presence, and I took in all the courage I could. Derek stood off to the side, looking sullen, and glaring at Isaac. Something must have happened between them to cause such a palpable tension to ring throughout the air.

When Peter was done with the drinks, he offered them to the three of us, and I took note he wasn't drinking one. I found it strange, so I brought the glass to my lips, but made sure not one drop passed them. Isaac, on the other hand, gulped his down in about ten seconds, and then placed the glass on the counter. Derek held his, evaluating its contents through the cup. It was a murky white color, the light playing through the swirling concoction like beams in clouds.

Scott and Stiles were standing by the door when our group walked back into the living area.

"Well, as terrible as it is hanging out here, we're gonna go, so hope to see you later Lauren. You seem cool." Stiles nodded as he walked out, and I waved good bye. Derek rolled his eyes, and Scott nodded to us before following his friend out.

"Why, Lauren, are you going to offend your host and not drink? You know in ancient Greece, it was considered bad luck to refuse them." Peter spoke up, seeing my full glass. With all eyes on me, I slowly lifted the glass up, feeling forced to consume the liquid.

This all felt weird; who cared if I drank some mix? But not seeing a way out, I began to drink. Actually, it was delicious; minty, with a hint of cherry. After a few minutes, I found I was looking at the bottom of my glass.

Then we were sitting on the couches. I didn't remember this happening, but I was next to Isaac and Peter was saying something. My ears felt like they were filled with wax, and my vision became blurry. I moved my hand to grab Isaac for help but found I had no control of my body. My heart started to race, and all three of them looked towards me.

If I had to guess, Derek saw it first. He stood up and yelled at Peter, saying he couldn't do this to people in his house. Isaac grabbed both of my shoulders and shook them, telling me to stay calm; that it would be over soon. What would be over? Did he plan this?

Peter smirked, and made a motion for Isaac to lay me down on the couches. My eyes were wide open in terror, but Peter walked over and drew them closed with a gentle motion of his hand.

Suddenly everything burst into clarity; I could hear everything that was happening, but was still blind.

Peter's voice came into range first. "I'm sorry Derek, but you know this is the only way. I need to tell all of you what I found, and if she's conscious, it will trigger the rest and she'll never make it to sundown."

What the bloody hell was he talking about?

I swear I heard Isaac run his hand through his hair, speaking up, "Alright, but make it quick. I don't like leaving her like this."

Peter scoffed. "If you think this doesn't involve you, too, then you are sorely mistaken."

A deep breath, then he continued. "This is something we haven't seen in hundreds of years, and especially since she was so well concealed, no one had any idea. If they had, her life would have turned out much, much differently.

A long time ago, when the Ancient Greeks still ruled the world, there were stories. Stories of those with the powers of the Gods. Yes, the Greek Gods are who I'm talking about, Derek. Remind you, this is just myth, but it explains a lot. When the werewolves were first united with the Druids, a group of Greeks followed Lycaon and his pack, hoping they would be of some use. One of the followers was the great Seer Anius, who was raised by Apollo himself. Most of Apollo's Seers helped sway the tides in great wars, like Troy. His prophets brought good fortune and truth, which was an important thing in a time where people sat on mountains and reigned over man.

Now Anius had many children, but the only one who was also gifted with sight was his daughter, Lavinia. She was a free spirit, and was a prophet of healing, but beyond that not much is known. One thing that it true, though, is she was closely tied with Lycaons pack. She met a man who she loved fiercely, and the two had plans to be married the next time he was human. This was highly looked down upon, and Anius had a reputation to uphold. The pack saw nothing wrong, but her father could not look past this. He found out of their secret plan to wed, and was convinced it was the wolf's idea.

On the night of the full moon, Anius snuck into the man's tent. With the stealth acquired from celestial help, he murdered the werewolf. Lavinia was heartbroken; this man had been her whole world. The next day, she made an oath to the God's that would never be forgotten. She sought an idea to further the greater good, and it was something that would greatly shame her father. The only way Lavinia knew how to hurt her father was to take the thing he valued most, just as he had done to her. So, she murdered his pride.

Calling upon the Fates, Lavinia asked to set the future. Three things were requested of the girl. One, she asked that if the werewolf line continued, to never let them be alone. Her gift of Seeing was so powerful, she asked for everyone in her bloodline to be blessed as well. The second thing she asked for was for the Seer to have a guardian, a protector, someone who could ensure the life of their Seer and cherish it. And thirdly, she asked that her father become a werewolf, so that he could learn mercy and see the ways of the world.

The God's answered her, and for hundreds of years, Seers and their Protectors have lived together in the pack. About fifty years ago, however, the bloodline stopped, and no one could trace who the next Seer would be. Most had stayed in Europe and not traveled much, so I guess that's why it took so long. But essentially, that's it."

There was a pause as everyone took in what Peter had just told us. Confusion still swam in my brain, but Isaac voiced my question.

"But, Peter, what does that have to do with Lauren?"

"Oh, I figured that would have been obvious. Isaac, meet Lauren. Lauren, sorry for the condition but believe me it's for your own good, meet Isaac. The two of you have been, chosen, if you will, to be the next Seer and Protector of this little pack."

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