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"Lucille Elizabeth McCall," Melissa held a shaking finger at Lucy; the young girl sat on the couch, ready to take in the lecture waiting for her. "I can not believe you let some criminal let loose! I am very disappointed in you, young lady! I never thought I would need to worry about you; I have enough with Scott."

"He isn't a criminal," Lucy growled at the last word. "He was, correction, is innocent; I know him, mom, and I know he was never a murderer. He was abused from his own father!" She aburptly stood up, glaring at her mother. Melissa sighed, running her hand through her tied up hair that was frizzed.

"But you're suppose to know better, Lucy! I know Stiles dragged you into it, but I thought you knew right from wrong," she complained, leaning against the sink in a stressed way. Silence took over as Lucy hugged herself. "This is my fault."

The words coming from her mouth shocked Lucy. "What-t? Mom," Lucy reached towards her mother's arm. "Don't say that! Don't blame yourself for my idiotic actions."

"But it is! I'm spending too much time at my job that I'm never around you or Scott anymore; I'm worried that Scott doesn't have a male figure in your life or you," she cried, covering her face. "I'm such a horrible mother." Lucy tightly hugged her mom and could feel the tears attacking her shoulders; she rubbed Melissa's back and placed Lucy placed her head on the crook of her mother's neck. The two stayed like this for a couple of minutes, but felt like hours to them; Lucy could feel the heat radiating from her body and she felt at home.

"Mom," Lucy whispered near her ear and she hummed. "Don't ever say that. You're not a horrible mother," she pulled away from her to face the sad older woman. "In fact, you're the best mom anyone could ever ask."

Melissa giggled, wiping the tears with her sleeve. "Thank you, honey and I guess I was a tad harsh; I'll just let you off with a warning, missy. Next time you do something like this, I will punish you; for now, you'll clean the dishes for the entire month."

"Fair enough."

Derek led Isaac to his hideout; the young beta had grown used to the stench that raided his nose. He followed Derek like a lost puppy, not knowing what to do next since his life was over. With his dad gone, him becoming a fugitive and no longer could go out in public, Isaac still wouldn't trade what he is for anything. With the werewolf abilities he has, Isaac never felt stronger or powerful than before.

Isaac's body felt sore, his muscles ached in pain and the drive to transform was still playing with him. The full moon was still up, but Isaac tried to control himself; his fingertips rubbed on the soft fabric hidden in his pocket. He knew Derek heard the light noise and the satifised hum escaping from his mouth.

"Isaac," Derek called his attention and the beta's head shot up to his alpha. "We need to discuss what happened back in the station." Isaac gulped, sitting on an abandon chair he discovered just now. He dusted off the dirt on it before resting and facing Derek with scared blue eyes.

"I...I couldn't hold it, Derek," Isaac began his story. "The wolf just wanted to come out and I didn't have control. He did and I only could attack at the nearest person around me; that officer, I went for him since I could sense the liquid he was holding. I knew it was for me and I wouldn't let him kill me."

"I understand that part," Derek muttered under his breath. "You're a new werewolf, Isaac and as I promised, I'll teach you how to control yourself. Even on the full moon; right now, you should rest. Tomorrow, we'll begin your training and I might search for more people to fill my pack."

"Can I suggest one?" Isaac asked, rubbing his eye in a tired motion; Derek nodded, his ears perked with interest. "I have this friend named Erica. She's like me I guess: not much friends or known in the school and she has epilepsy. She has a hard time in school and I think she deserves something better; I think she deserves not to suffer and experience what I have, Derek. Please recruit her."

"It's not my choice, Isaac, remember that," Derek argued at his beta. "If she wants to become a werewolf, then so be it. I will not force her." Isaac nodded, leaning back into his seat; he watch as Derek left and Isaac took out the black scarf. He held the smooth fabric in his hands, playing with it. The delicious scent of vanilla mixed with lavender sent his body crazy and he sniffed it; the intoxicating smell sent him crazy and Isaac wished it was actually her he held, not this scarf. He realized that this scarf was probably the closest he would ever get to her and that sent a disappointing sigh; he even felt his wolf feel down, but the fury passion heated his body.

Nevertheless, Isaac would cherish this scarf.

"I swear, Lucy," Stiles laughed, jumping up and down as he followed her down the hallway. "You left my dad speechless! Like, dead silent as a mouse; what you said to him, man, it was a shocker. He totally didn't see that coming." Lucy could only chuckle as Stiles continued to explain what happened after she left the station.

Lucy held her bag tighter. "But things are going to be so...awkward between us; I don't think he would be able to talk to me the same ever again." Her hair was left loose as she brushed a strand of hair away.

"You and your problems," Stiles snorted, waving them off and Lucy huffed in annoyance. "But we got something else to deal with."

"What do you mean?" Stiles wrapped an arm around her small shoulders, pulling her closer towards him. She sent a shy smile as people saw with interest and Lucy began to blush, but Stiles didn't seem affected by this.

"That night when Scott and Allison were at Isaac's house," Stiles whispered, careful not to attract attention. "They saw this lizard monster thing."

"Lizard monster?" Lucy exclaimed and Stiles harshly shushed the intelligent girl; she narrowed her eyes at him and lowered her voice. "What do you mean by that?"

"What I mean is that Beacon Hills is in danger; whatever this thing is, it's nothing we dealt before." Lucy let Stiles' statement slowly sink in and she grew terrifed since the seriousness in his eye were crystal clear. "Okay, enough with this, lets go back to happy mode! I've been thinking about going to the ice rink with you know," Stiles motion with his hands, "us and few other people."

"What other 'few' other people?" Lucy smirked, scratching her head in boredom.

"Well Allison is sure to come since Scott will be there; I'll try to ask Lydia and you," Stiles stopped his walking and quickly went in front her face. "You shall ask someone!"

"You know I can't, Stiles," Lucy frowned, hugging herself again and began walking away; Stiles groaned, running tp catch up and stop her. "Stiles..."

"C'mon, Lucy! It would be great for you to enjoy life; live a little! We're at an age where we have the damn energy to do this. Fifty years from now, we would freaking break a hip if we tried rock climbing." Lucy didn't say anything, but had a small smile on her face from the laughter she was containing.

"But who do I ask? You know I'm shy," she pouted, looking at the floor and rubbing her hands together; Stiles thought for a moment and his eyes widen as if he has a brilliant idea. "Stiles?"

"You're going to ask Kevin! The guy you talked to when you came to lacrosse practice: him. You're taking him," determinely stated with a proud voice and Lucy blushed hard.

"I don't know, Stiles..."

"No 'I don't know' crap! You're going to ask him and that's final, because honey," he dramtically snapped his fingers, "he's fine." Lucy died of laughter as she tried to catch her breath; holding her chest, she calmed down, but still had fits of giggles.

"You should be motivational speaker," Lucy joked, fanning herself due to her flushed face; Stiles popped his imaginary collar with a smirk.

"I should huh?"

"All right people," Finstock screamed, clapping his hands to grab everyone's attention. "Gather around this wall and let's climb." He blew the whistle loudly and everyone did as told; Lucy folded her arms and stroll to the plastic wall; Scott stood next to his sister while Stiles was beside him.

"Hey, Scott," Lucy whispered and he nodded, facing his sister. "How come you didn't tell me about what happened. You know with some monster attacking you and Allison?" She glared in anger and wonder if her own brother trusted her. Did he or did he not?

"I was going to tell you," Scott rubbed his neck, leaning forward. "Stiles told didn't he? Listen, you were asleep when I returned home and I didn't want to wake you up." Lucy continued to glare at him, but gave up with a sigh. She couldn't saty mad at him forever; it was impossible since he is family.

"Well, next time tell me; I need to know because I don't want to wake up and find you dead with mom crying her tears out," Lucy lightly grumbled and Scott chuckled, hugging her with brotherly love.

"Deal."

"Lucy! Kevin! You're up next," Finstock yelled and Lucy walked away from Scott; she placed the equipment on her, tighten the rope for safety; her eyes met Kevin's and he sent Lucy that same charming smile when they were at lacrosse practice. She flipped her hair back and made her way to the wall; grabbing the first color rock, Lucy lifted herself up and crawled. Kevin wasn't too far behind as he quickly caught up to McCall.

"So," he grunted, holding onto the next blue rock in his hand. "We meet again."

"I believe so," Lucy giggled and noticed his musclely arm; his navy blue shirt was wrapped around tight which showed off his defined chest; her eyes switched from the ceiling to his face. Lucy realized that Kevin's pace slowed down. "Are you letting me win?"

He only flashed her a sly smile; rolling her eyes, Lucy climbed the remaining distance and rang the bell before coming down. Taking off the epupiment, Scott grabbed it from her and placed it on him; Stiles patted her shoulder as his eyes lingered behind Lucy. She instantly knew who he was indicating. "Stiles..."

"Go. Now; you're not going to be the fifth wheel, Lucy." Stiles lightly pushed her and Lucy complained as she shyly made her way towards Kevin. From the corner of his eye, he saw her coming and Lucy quickens the speed. "Hi," Lucy sends a friendly smile, holding her arm.

"Hey," his green eyes twinkle with joy as he turns to face her completely. "Still want to talk to me, huh?"

"Maybe," Lucy giggled like a giddy school girl and she sucked in all the courage for the question. "Listen, Stiles and my brother are going to take their dates to the ice rink after school and I was wondering if...if you want to come...with me."

Kevin was about to answer until he heard Scott fall, but the long rope saved his life; the gym was filled with laughter, including the teacher's and Lucy sent a thumbs up to Allison who only chuckled before coming down. Kevin returned his attention back to Lucy and observed the small curls at the end of her hair. "What guy would deny a date with a cute girl?"

Lucy's face flushed with warmth, looking down at the floor; Kevin laughed, lifting her face with his finger. "I'll take that as a yes," she quietly spoke, grinning.

"It's a yes," Kevin nodded, scratching his short blonde hair; Lucy heard someone crying from behind and snaped her head to see Erica. She was still as a mouse, scared to even move an inch and she frowned; Lucy heard Finstock calmly telling Erica to come down since there are mats on the floor and everything would be fine.

Erica hesitates at first, not sure if she could do it; she could feel everyone's eyes own her patheitc body and drowns the tears forming. Finally coming down, she takes off the belt and slowly shuffles through the crowd in embarrassment. The snickers coming around her made it even worse for Erica and she tries to ignore them. She really tried, but each on pained her more; in her mind, she could hear them grow louder, the people pointing at her.

Lucy's eyes narrowed in pity as it followed Erica to the door; from afar, Lucy could sense the hurt radiating from her. She wondered why no one comfort her since Lucy overheard Allison saying Erica is epileptic.

The whistle blew. "All right; hit the lockers, people!"

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