With Allison
She was changing in her pajamas when she noticed something. She looked at her neck closely and sighed. A hickey. A big fat hickey. She got a little mad against Isaac. If people see that, they would ask questions. She put some hair against her neck. No, it wasn't hiding anything. She needed some foundation. She would look for it tomorrow. She turned off the lights of her bathroom and went in her bed. She fell asleep quickly and started to dream.
Dream
She was a simple watcher. She could feel it. She looked around. She was in an old castle. It didn't look quite medieval but not modern either. Something in between. She felt a chill on her skin. She noticed a window was opened and walked towards it. She saw a countryside. She knew it was foreign. The landscape was not America. She supposed it could be England or France. Somewhere in Europe anyway. She heard a noise and turned around. A girl was walking down the hallway. When she came closer, Allison realized it was a young woman. She had long brown hair and a pretty face. Her eyes were brown with some hints of green. (A/N : this Kristin Kreuk btw). Allison thought about hiding herself for some reason. It was useless. She passed by without seeing her. Allison followed her. She looked at the woman's red dress. It was beautiful and made in a rich smelled nice and there was some jewels in her hair. Allison thought maybe she was the owner of the castle. Or maybe she was a visitor. The woman stopped in a big room. A man was with her. He was quite handsome. He pecked her lips gently. She smiled but it didn't reach her eyes. She doesn't love him, Allison thought. A maid came in. She spoke in French. Even though it was old French, Allison understood perfectly. She felt a tug in her body. She was waking up.
End of the dream
She moved on the other side of the bed and fell back asleep.
The next day
Stiles was watching his wolf friends training. He always thought it was quite entertaining. He remembered the day he found out the truth about Isaac. Stiles and Scott were friends with him for a while back then. Stiles was always a curious mind, ready to make crazy theories. He noticed that Isaac was weird when it was the full moon. At first he thought he was just lunatic. That happened to a lot of people. Most would simply get moody. Isaac would too but it was something deeper. A crazy theory popped in Stiles's mind. He could be a werewolf. Yes, not another theory. So, he confronted Isaac. Of course he denied the whole thing and said he had too much imagination. More was needed to stop Stiles. He talked to Scott and his friend looked at him like he lost his marbles. Stiles was used to it. Scott was his « bff » like girls say since childhood and sometimes his theories were beyond Scott. One day though the truth came out. It happened at school. A bunch of kids were running in the hallway. One of them bumped Isaac's shoulder by accident. He apologized but Isaac said nothing and rushed in the lockers room. Stiles saw the scene and felt something was off.
Scott : Where are you going ?
Stiles : To see Isaac.
Scott : Coming too.
Stiles : Ehhh...
Scott : He's my friend too, let's go.
Stiles : Fine.
They went in the lockers room and found Isaac. His back was facing them. By the way he was moving, Stiles guessed he was taking deep breaths.
Scott : Are you ok ?
Isaac : Yeah.
His voice was weird.
Isaac : You should go. I'll catch up in two minutes.
Stiles : Why don't you turn around instead ?
Isaac : Fine, you asked for it he faced them
They took two steps back. His eyes were red, his ears were bigger and in a different shape and he had claws.
Scott : Holy fuck !
Stiles : I knew it !
Isaac : Why aren't you two running ?
Stiles : he raised his hands Well, I'm Stiles Stilinski. I don't know about Scott.