Allison was waiting for me in the school parking lot when I pulled up. "Hey."

"Hey." She turned to me when I stood next to her. "Don't you have morning practice to get to?"

"Yeah, I just want to talk to Lydia before I go, you know, make sure she's okay."

Allison leaned into me with a smile on her face. "You're gonna keep me company?" She said jokingly.

"Totally, because you're my girlfriend now. Look out Scott." Allison and I both laughed as Lydia's car pulled up. "Hey." I said looking at her.

"How are you holding up?" Allison asked.

"I'm fine." Lydia was masking what she felt. Something she did often.

She began to walk up to the school so Allison and I followed. "You really don't remember anything?" I asked.

"They're saying, 'we have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days.' But personally I don't care." She motioned at her body. "I lost nine pounds."

We both smiled at her like we were worried. "Are you ready for this?" Allison asked.

"Please, it's not like my aunt is a serial killer." My mouth dropped and Allison looked at Lydia like she had regretted ever becoming friends with her.

We followed her into the school and once they saw her everyone stopped and stared. I could tell Lydia felt self conscious. "Maybe it's the nine pounds." Allison whispered. I smiled what a great jab. Lydia went off and I gave Allison a small smile before I went to the girl's locker room.

There were only a few girls left in the locker room when I got in so I got dressed fast and went on the field. "Hey." I told Libby.

"Hey. Are you feeling better?"

I looked at her confused. "What are you talking about?"

"You missed the last game and you've been acted really depressed lately. Are you okay? I feel like I haven't talked to you in forever."

"I'm a lot better than I was in the last few weeks." We all stretched and then began going over some cheers. Halfway through one of our cheers we saw Scott knock down one of the players as a goalie. "What the hell is he doing?" Libby asked me.

"I don't know." I looked over at Stiles and read his mind. Scott was going to knock down every player and find out which one was a werewolf. This was going to be bad. He knocked Matt down at the legs and all the cheerleaders gasped.

Coach walked up to me. "Stilinski, what the hell is wrong with your friend."

"Well, he's failing two classes, he's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough his jaw line is kind of uneven."

Coach and all the cheerleaders looked in his direction and turned their heads to the side. "Interesting." Coach said before walking away.

Before it was Jackson's turn he skipped out of the line. Was he a werewolf? If Derek turned him I was going to kill him. Isaac Lahey was next and I couldn't find his brain waves. I couldn't believe it. Derek had turned Isaac. I should have seen it coming especially after that vision. I turned around and my dad followed by two deputies were going towards Isaac. What the hell was going on?

I went next to Scott and Stiles. "His father is dead." Scott said listening in on their conversation. "They think he was murdered."

"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asked.

"I'm not sure, why?"

"They can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours." I told Scott.

"Like overnight?"

"During the full moon." I continued.

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?"

"People good," Stiles said. "Werewolves probably not that good."

"Remember how I said I don't have the urge to mane and kill?" We both nodded. "He does."

We all got to chemistry after morning practice. I sat between Scott and Stiles towards the back of the room. "Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked. He sounded a little jealous.

"Peter told us that if the bite doesn't turn you it could kill you." Stiles said. "Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

"Does being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?"

"Not unless they have solid evidence or a witness." Stiles turned around to Danny. "Danny, where's Jackson?"

"In the principal's office talking to your dad."

"What?! Why?"

"Maybe because he lives right next to Isaac."

Stiles turned back around to us. "We have to get to the principal's office."

"How?" Scott asked.

I pulled out a piece of paper from my binder, crumpled it up and threw it right at Harris' head as a little bit of payback for keeping me in detention for an hour and a half. They both looked at me shocked for a moment and then realized they would give everything away. "Who in the hell did that?" He asked turning around with wild eyes. I pointed at Scott as Scott pointed at Stiles and Stiles pointed at me so naturally we all got sent to the principal's office.

We waited outside and fortunately we could all get a good listen of their conversation. "You're telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?" That was Dad's voice.

"Hitting him? He was beating the crap out of him." That was Jackson's voice.

"Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher? Parents? Anyone?"

"Nope." I looked at Scott and rolled my eyes. Of course Jackson never reported it, he was Jackson. "It's not my problem."

"No, of course not." Dad said sarcastically. "You know it's funny, that the kids getting beaten up are the ones who least deserve it."

"Yeah," He paused. "Wait, what?"

"Go Dad." I whispered.

"I think we're done here."

When Dad came out of the principal's office Stiles picked up a magazine and hid behind it drawing more attention to us. There was only one thing I could do after that, hide behind the magazine with him. "Hi Scott." Dad said. I saw him roll his eyes and walk off.

Stiles put down the magazine and we continued to watch him walk off. "Hello." A voice said from behind us. That was the voice that I heard in my nightmares. I turned around slowly to see Gerard Argent. "Come on in." We sat in the principal's office as he went through our records. "Scott McCall, academically not one of the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete." Scott nodded. "Sabrina Stilinski, you like to go by Bree I hear." I nodded. "Bree, I'm impressed, fantastic grades, co-captain of the cheerleading squad and the star of every play we've had. That'll impress the colleges." I smiled. He had a weird way of making me feel special. "Mr. Stilinski, also perfect grades, but little to no extra curricular activities, maybe you should try lacrosse." I smiled. "Hold on." He turned to Scott. "McCall, you were the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."

Uh oh. "We were dating, but not anymore, not seeing any of each other or doing anything." Scott was always a terrible liar.

"Relax Scott you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth."

"Just a hard break up."

"That's too bad. You seem like a nice kid to me." He turned back to Stiles and me. "Listen guys, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

"Is that so?" Stiles asked. He already was the enemy to us.

"But since it is my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately, someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention." Scott and I both looked at Stiles who was looking down. When he saw we were all staring at him he looked at Gerard angrily and sighed.

After Scott and I got out of the principal's office we ran down the steps and towards the back of the school. Once we got out of the school we saw Isaac in the back of a police car driving further away from us. Derek's car pulled up after the squad car left. "Get in." He told us.

"Are you serious?" Scott asked. "You did that! That's your fault."

He looked guilty. "I know that, now get in the car and help me."

I moved towards the car. "What the hell are you doing?"

I turned around. "Scott, I know him and I trust him. Do you want Isaac to go crazy in that cell and kill the police? This is the only way Scott." I climbed in the car and looked at Scott. "Are you coming?" Scott reluctantly got into the back of the car and we drove off.

We sat in the car in silence for a few moments. "Are you two back together?" Scott asked.

"What? No." Derek said looking at him in the rearview mirror.

"But you want to be?"

"How do you even-" Then I remembered. "Werewolf."

"Just picking up on some stuff."

Derek and I shared a glance as he pulled up on the street next to Isaac's house. The house had a weird energy to it. I couldn't put my finger on it. "If Isaac didn't kill his father than who did?" Scott asked.

"I don't know yet."

"Then how do you know he's telling the truth?"

"Because I trust my senses." We began to move towards the kitchen. "And it's a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell." We all stopped walking and Derek looked at Scott.

"You saw what happened at lacrosse today."

"Yeah."

"Did it look that bad?"

"Yeah." Derek said as I shook my head. We got to the top of the basement. "Go ahead." Derek said looking at Scott. "Find out for yourself."

"What's down there?" Scott asked and he walked down the steps.

"A motive." Derek and I stayed at the top of the steps and he looked at me. "You look nice today."

I looked at myself. I was wearing a pink polka dotted shirt, black blazer, dark skinny jeans and boots. There was nothing really special about what I was wearing, but I knew Derek was trying to get on my good side again. "Thanks."

"We should get down there." We walked down the steps of the basement and Derek was right. What happened down here did leave an impression. Scott was looking at a freezer. "Open it." Derek said.

When Scott opened the freezer there were scratch marks all over it. It was like someone was trying to claw out of it and I had a good feeling it was Isaac who was scratching to get out. "This is why he said yes to you!" Scott said.

"Everyone wants power." Scott looked mad.

"If we help you, you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into werewolves."

"I can if they're willing."

"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?"

"Yes, and he still asked."

"Then he is an idiot."

"And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter." Scott and I both looked at Derek shocked. "Yeah, I know your little secret. If I know how long do you think it's going to take them to find out?" He had a point. "You saw what happens to an omega. With me you learn how to use all of your senses. With me you learn control." I had to admit, Derek was pretty persuasive. He picked up Scott's arm and his claws started to grow. He was turning, no matter how in control he felt earlier today. "Even on a full moon."

"If I'm with you, I lose her."

"You're going to lose her anyway. You know that." Derek turned around and began to walk away.

"Wait!" Scott called. "I'm not apart of your pack, but I want him out, he's my responsibility too."

"Why? Because he's one of us?"

"Because he's innocent."

We all made a plan. Stiles was going to pick Derek and me up as Scott was going through changing. Allison was going to help Scott after she slowed down the hunter going after Isaac, which made me really nervous considering all the times he tried to kill Stiles and me while he was turning. Derek, Stiles and I got to the sheriff's station. "Okay, all the keys to the cells are in a password protected lock box in my father's office. The only problem is getting past the front desk."

"I'll distract her." Derek said getting ready to get out of the car as Stiles stopped him by pulling on his leather jacket.

"You? You're not going in there." Derek looked at him and then his jacket. "I'm taking my hand off."

"I was exonerated." Derek said.

"You're still a person of interest." Stiles said.

"Yeah, an innocent person."

"You? Yeah, right." Derek looked at him and shrugged. "Okay, what's your plan?"

"To distract her." Derek said obviously. God, I loved Derek. He was just so…cute.

"How? By punching her in the face?"

Derek laughed dryly. "By talking to her."

"Okay, give me a sample. What are you going to open with?" He was silent. Derek wasn't going to tell Stiles anything. "Dead silence, that should work beautifully. Any other ideas?'

Derek thought for a moment. "I'm thinking about punching you in the face."

I smiled as Stiles mouth dropped and he turned to me. "How did you ever date him?"

I shrugged and looked at Derek. "I think he's cute."

"Ugh," Stiles said. "You're in that weird stage where you both want to be together, but you're not aren't you?"

"Yeah." We both said looking at each other with a smile.

"Well that's perfect." Stiles said sarcastically. "Can we get to the part of the night where we get the killer werewolf out of the sheriff's station?" We both began to get out of the car. "Thank you."

Derek walked in first to distract the deputy. "Good evening, how can I help," When she looked up and saw Derek her mouth dropped. "You."

"Hi." Derek put on his best smile. They began flirting. Derek had never flirted with me. Our relationship skipped straight over flirting, the first date, that exciting first kiss as he drops me off at the door. Granted he was a fugitive for the majority of our relationship, but it was good that we were stepping back and going through all the basics we never got to go through. Maybe our relationship would turn out stronger.

Stiles and I both got through the front desk without being spotted and made our way to Dad's office. We put in the password and the keys weren't there, but we heard a distant jingling of keys. We walked out of Dad's office and ran into one of the sheriff's deputies. He had a broken off arrow in his leg, keys in his hands and some syringe with liquid that looked like wolf's bane. We tried to run, but he grabbed us. "Der-" He put his hand on my mouth before I could finish saying his name. He was incredibly strong, we both squirmed, but he still held onto us firmly.

Stiles managed to pull the fire alarm. He threw us down on the floor when we got to the room with the holding cells. Isaac wasn't in his holding cell anymore. Then out of nowhere Isaac tackled down the Argent and he clawed at us. He got my leg and I let out a wail of pain. Stiles pulled me behind the desk so we could be out of the way. Isaac threw the Argent into the wall knocking him out.

Derek ran in and crushed the syringe filled with wolf's bane. Isaac smelt around and looked at my leg. He was bloodthirsty so he tried to run towards me, but Derek stepped in his way growling and Isaac backed down. Derek ran to me and looked at my leg. "How did you do that?" Stiles asked.

"I'm the alpha." He put some pressure on my cut and cried a little. "That's going to need stitches."

"Is she going to turn?" Stiles asked.

"No, the claws didn't go deep enough."

"It hurts. It hurts really bad."

"I know." Derek said petting my hair.

"No you don't! This doesn't feel like normal cuts that need stitches. Derek it's burning."

"Has anyone ever reacted to a scratch like that?" Stiles asked worried.

"Not that I know of."

"You have to get her out of here. My dad is going to be here any minute and if he sees you with Bree injured like that, he may try to kill you."

Derek picked me up. "What are you gonna do about your dad?"

"I'll figure something out, just get her to a hospital." Derek began to leave. "Derek," He turned back around. "Promise me you'll protect her." Derek nodded and Isaac followed as he walked out.

Isaac was more controlled as Derek ran me to the hospital which was only a block away from the sheriff's station. Right before we entered the hospital he told Isaac to go back to his place. Isaac took off and that was right around the time when everything started to get blurry. "Stay with me Bree."

He got me into the hospital. "What happened?" The voice sounded far away, but I knew it was Melissa McCall.

Derek made up some lie about how I got caught on a fence and Melissa ran off to get a gurney for me. "Bree stay with me." My eyes were closing now. "I lo-" I passed out wondering what the hell is wrong with me.