Author's note: Just FYI, the picture I have for this story is not the one I initially wanted, but Scotland was the closet girl I could find to look like my character, Lindsay! But it's still not exactly what I wanted! I just wanted you to keep that in mind! Also, I wanted to let you know that even though the show is on now, this will be absolutely nothing like it (As you can probably tell by the new character and the fact that Jackson didn't leave town)! The only things the two will have in common (that I know of, at least.) will be the alpha pack, which I'll be bringing into the story later, but still won't be a huge part of it, and I just found out from watching recent episodes that there will be something else, too! Just keep in mind the center of this story will be the (mostly) Lindsay, Stiles, and Isaac love triangle. It's more about the romance than the werewolves at this point, but I'll bring that in more as we go along! Also, I will try to post every week! I can't get on every day! I don't know why I'm always so nervous about this story, but I always feel like no one is going to like it, so, if you didn't like it, please don't say anything. Just review if you liked it, please! Thanks for reading! And, yes, I purposely kept all of this. ~L

Chapter 11

Lindsay's body convulsed violently as the medics rolled the cart she was on into a room, her hand tilting at an awkward angle. Her eyes were closed, and you could tell something was wrong. They closed the door, making sure that no one they didn't want could get in.

"We need the other EMT's!" Melissa McCall called. "Where are my other EMT's!?"

"Mom." Scott said, grabbing Melissa's arm. "I know that girl. You have to let me in there." He felt a twinge of guilt about their date rise to the surface again. He more than knew her.

"Scott, as much as I trust you, I can't let you in there. I'm sorry." She shook her head.

"I can help her."

"I know that." Her eyes widened. "I'm sorry, Scott."

Scott glared at his mom. Why didn't she understand that he needed to help her? He needed to make it up to her.

Less than a minute later, Isaac burst through the door. "Where is she!?" He asked, his eyes wide. "Where's Lindsay!?" Despite what happened, he still cared. He had to see her. He had to help.

"She's in there." Scott pointed to the door they'd just dragged Lindsay through. As soon as he found out Lindsay was the girl in the room, he had composed a text to Isaac and a few others. "They won't let us in."

"You have to let me in." Isaac looked straight at Melissa. "You have to." His look was pleading, tears brimming his eyes.

Melissa sighed. "I'm sorry, Isaac. I can't let you in. Either of you."

"You have to let me see her!" Isaac lunged forward, about to go into the room anyway. One hand grabbed each of his arms, holding him back. One was Scott, but who was the other?

"Isaac, don't." Stiles said, swallowing hard. He didn't even know why he was there. He shouldn't care.

Isaac relaxed a little, knowing he was making a show. Then he glanced in the corner and saw a lady with white hair and eyes that matched the color of Lindsay's. She was leaning over a magazine stiffly. Isaac's anger flooded to the surface again as he stomped over to Helen.

"Isaac!" Scott yelled urgently, sensing what he was about to do, but Isaac ignored him.

He walked over to Helen with clenched fists and gritted teeth. "You!" He pointed a shaking finger at Helen. "You did this to her!"

Helen looked up calmly from the magazine, a bored look on her face. "Do I know you?" She didn't look concerned at all, which only made Isaac angrier.

"I know you have something to do with this! I don't know what happened, but I know you have something to do with it!" Isaac's voice rose, and Scott and Stiles watched from a distance.

"Oh, you're the study date guy." Helen wrinkled her nose.

"Do you even care about her at all!? She's in there suffering from God knows what, and you're just sitting here, not giving a shit!"

"Isaac..." Scott, who had just walked over, put his hand on Isaac's shoulder, trying to hold him back, but Isaac shook him off. Helen didn't say anything.

"I know what you do to her!" Isaac shook with fury. "I know how you've been treating her!" Stiles and Scott curiously rose their eyebrows, confused.

"I don't know what you're talking about." Helen picked the magazine back up, but you could still see the guilty look on her face.

"I've seen it with my own eyes!" Isaac pointed to himself for emphasis. "I've seen what you've done!"

Her eyes widened. "I think you should get your eyes checked."

"You can't hide it from me." He hissed, bringing his face so close to hers that he could make out the wrinkles forming on her forehead. "And I swear to God, if she doesn't make it out of this alive, I will get you arrested for what you did." Isaac walked to the seat furthest from Helen and sat down, putting his head in his hands.

If Lindsay didn't make it out alive, he would do worse than get Helen arrested. He knew that, deep down, he wouldn't get her thrown into jail.

He would kill her.

A half hour later, they still wouldn't let anyone see Lindsay. Jackson and Lydia had come, too, and now, Allison burst through the door.

"Guys." She called, waving the group over.

As Lydia walked up to Allison, she couldn't help but ask in the bitchiest way possible, "What are you doing here?"

Everyone formed a sort of circle huddle. "I have something I need to tell you guys." Allison crossed her arms.

"I thought you were grounded?" Scott questioned.

"Like you would actually care." She snarled. "I snuck out."

"Allison-"

"Now, back to the important stuff." Lydia rose an eyebrow, Jackson wrapped an arm protectively around her, Scott scowled, Isaac glared, and Stiles stared blankly at Allison. "I figured it out after we fought. Lindsay had to be a werewolf."

"What?" Lydia laughed.

"I would have known, Allison. I would have been able to tell." Scott shook his head.

"Think about it. It just makes sense." Allison pleaded.

"You're just jealous that she's a better fighter than you." Isaac scoffed.

"How else would she be able to beat me?" Allison crossed her arms over her chest, rolling her eyes.

"Maybe she's just really good at fighting." Stiles pointed out.

"Or maybe you're just not as good as you think." Jackson looked at Allison expectantly.

"Fine. Don't believe me. But don't come running to me when you find out I'm right." Allison stomped out of the hospital, and everyone returned to their seats.

"Are you okay?" Stiles asked Lydia.

"Why would you care?" She turned the other way so Stiles couldn't see that she was about to burst into tears. "You shouldn't even be here. Do you know how horrible she felt?"

He backed up a little in his seat, surprised by Lydia's choice of words. "I know how much she means to you." Stiles looked at Lydia, who finally turned around. "And I know you were only trying to protect her."

"Then why couldn't you just leave her alone?" Lydia crossed her arms over her chest. "Why would you throw me under the bus if you knew I was trying to keep her safe?"

"You don't know how much she meant to me." He looked at his feet.

Lydia's eyes widened. "Then why would you just jump to conclusions about what happened? Why wouldn't you give her a chance to explain?" She seemed angrier now.

"I already knew what happened."

"You don't know the whole story."

"Well, just know that I'm here for you, no matter what happens." Stiles gave Lydia's hand a squeeze, then got up and sat next to Scott.

Lydia glared from her seat next to Jackson.

"Everything okay?" Jackson questioned from beside her.

Lydia turned towards Jackson, grabbing his hand and giving him a fake smile. "Yeah. Everything's just perfect."

Derek sat with his head in his hands. All he could think about was Erica and Boyd. They left him. They were really gone. They were missing.

"What do you want?" Derek asked, not looking up.

"I don't want anything." Peter replied, walking up behind Derek. "I'm just here to help."

"I don't want your help."

"You know what's happening, don't you?" Peter sat down next to Derek.

"They have them, don't they?" Derek glanced at Peter. "They have Erica and Boyd."

"With good reason, of course." The smug look on Peter's face mad Derek want to slap him.

"How would you know?" Derek stood up and pointed an accusing finger at Peter. "You have something to do with this, don't you!?"

"Oh, please, Derek. I'm not an alpha." Peter glowered at Derek. "I'm not one of them."

"Why do they have them? Why would they want them?" Derek stared straight at Peter, afraid of what he might say. Peter gave him an identical look. "Well?" Peter sighed.

"They're getting ready to start World War Wolf."

Author's note: Okay, to start off, sorry I haven't been able to post, school is driving me crazy, and thanks for your patience! My posting day from now on will be Sunday(I actually wrote this yesterday and forgot to post it because I'm an idiot) unless I'm not finished with a chapter or something comes up! Thanks for sticking by this story and understanding! Now, first, I want to know, Team Isaac, Team Stiles, or Team Someone Completely Different? And can you think of any couple names for them with Lindsay? :) And, lastly, if anyone can figure out exactly what happened to Lindsay I will dedicate a chapter to them. :) ~L