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 14

She was running, running. Someone was close behind, and they were catching up quickly. Their eyes glowed a bright blue and their hair was pale and white. Only second until he would catch her, kill her. She turned, only to see that they were right behind. Their claws dug into her skin and then...

Lindsay bolted upright, panting. Sweat lined her brow as she scanned her room. That was probably the worst dream she'd had... Ever.

"You okay?" Lindsay jumped at the sound of Lydia's voice. She'd forgotten she was there.

She put her hand over her heart as her breathing slowed. "Yeah. Just a bad dream." Lindsay wiped some sweat off her forehead.

"For a second I thought maybe she did something while I was in the bathroom changing." Lydia pointed down the hall. Lindsay cringed. She told Lydia about Helen right before they went to sleep. Lydia had come next to Lindsay and whispered, "I'm so sorry" as she wrapped her arms around her.

"No." Lindsay shook her head. "You promise you won't tell, right?"

"I swear." Lydia put up her right hand.

"Lindsay, wake up!" Helen's voice called from downstairs. She did it every morning, as if Lindsay couldn't wake herself up.

"What a pleasure it is to hear that lovely voice every morning." Lindsay wrinkled her nose as she grimaced.

"Isaac's right, you know." Lydia crossed her arms. "About what you said he told you about her. She's not going to stop until someone makes her."

"It doesn't matter." Lindsay muttered, getting up and pulling her pajama top over her head.

"It does matter, Linz." Lydia pouted, using the nickname all of Lindsay's close friends had adopted for her. "She's hurting you." Lindsay put on a pair of skinny jeans and a flowing top, ignoring Lydia. She checked herself in the mirror, grabbing her makeup bag. "Linz." Lydia pleaded.

"What?" Lindsay turned mid-lip gloss, although she didn't mess it up.

"Get help, so someone doesn't have to do it for you."

"Like who?" Lindsay laughed. "Stiles? Isaac? Because they both care about me so much. Why don't we ask Allison to find me help!?" She finished doing her makeup and walked towards Lydia.

"Despite what you think, they care about you." Lydia's features softened. "Well, other than Allison." They both laughed.

"Lets go, so I can try to enjoy the horror that is Beacon Hills High." Lindsay grabbed her bag from a chair across the room and slung it over her shoulder.

Lydia got hers as well and followed Lindsay down the stairs. "He wouldn't have come if he didn't still like you."

"It doesn't matter." She shrugged as she opened the door and walked to her car. She noticed that Helen's was already gone.

Lydia stayed silent for the whole ride to the school, her lips pursed. When Lindsay finally stopped the car, Lydia's lips made a smacking sound before she said, "You need to tell him what really happened."

"You act like he'd listen." Lindsay rolled her eyes as they stepped out of the car.

Lydia stopped and her eyes bored into Lindsay. "For you, I bet he would."

Stiles started walking towards his first class, but found himself stopping short. Scott stopped beside him, saying something that Stiles ignored. At that moment, he didn't hear anything at all.

As if in slow motion, Lindsay turned towards the biology classroom, Lydia and a few of the other more popular girls by her side. She threw her head back in laughter, but Stiles could tell she wasn't happy. Her smile wobbled, her eyes were brimmed with tears, and, instead of her regular bright clothing, she wore a pair of black skinny jeans, matching black heels, and a dark red shirt with a part lacy and part glittery cross on the front and a see-through lace back. Stiles studied her broad shoulders, the prominent line where her spine was, and the section of her skin-colored bra he could see through the shirt.

As if she sensed him looking, Lindsay flipped her hair and slowly turned her head towards Stiles. Her smile wilted when she saw him. She looked as if she was a glass that had just shattered.

She must really hate me, Stiles thought.

Lydia put her hand on Lindsay's shoulder and turned her around, casting a vicious glare Stiles' way.

"Stiles!" Scott yelled, snapping Stiles back to reality.

Stiles turned around, his mouth wide open, and said a faint, "Huh?" Noise suddenly flooded through his ears again and everyone was walking quickly in an attempt to get to class on time.

"What were you looking at?" Scott craned his neck in an attempt to find out himself.

"I was-" Stiles looked back towards Lindsay, but she was gone. Stiles wondered if she had even been there in the first place. If Scott didn't see her, it didn't seem very possible. "Nothing." He started walking again.

"You sure?" Scott pulled ahead, occasionally glancing back. "You were frozen for like a minute."

"Yeah." Stiles gave him a fake grin. "It was nothing."

But, he wondered, how was he supposed to explain to Scott that he was still in love with the girl whose heart he'd broken because he wouldn't listen.

Melissa McCall stood behind a desk in the hospital, looking for a paper she needed a patient's parents to sign before surgery. She dug through the drawers and books, but just couldn't seem to find it. Melissa sat back onto the chair behind the desk, flustered. Today just wasn't her day. First she found out that they were lowering her pay again, then she'd lost her cell phone for nearly an hour, now this. But she tried to relax now. It was the first time she sat down that day, and she was going to try to enjoy it, at least for a second. But she couldn't seem to find a comfortable position. Melissa slowly realized it was because something was in the back pocket of her pants. She stood up long enough to take it out. She held it up in front of her face, slowly realizing what it was. A large wad of cash. She bolted back up, surprised, as she flipped through the stack. Tens turned to twenties, twenties to fifties, and fifties to hundreds. There had to be a thousand dollars in her hands. She stared at the money in awe until her vision blurred before her eyes. The question was, how had it gotten there?

Derek's head bolted up when he heard frantic knocking on his door. Who could be there? Automatically, he let his claws come out as he crept over to the door.

"Derek!" Someone yelled. Derek stepped back in surprise as his claws disappeared again. He knew that voice. "Derek! Let us is! Please!" They pleaded, still banging on the door.

"How do I know this isn't a trick!?" He called back roughly.

"This isn't! Please! They're coming!" They cried.

Sighing, Derek opened the door. Erica came tumbling in, Boyd handing limply on her as they fell. Just as quickly, Derek closed the door. "What are you doing here?" Derek asked.

"We need help." Erica said, tears streaming down her face. "Help Boyd."

"What did you two do?" He sat down beside Boyd's limp body.

"They took us, and we tried to escape. The one, Olivia, she was there, ready to stop us. We didn't mean to do it, Derek. I swear. We were just trying to save ourselves." Erica gave Derek a helpless look.

Derek rose an eyebrow in surprise. "You killed her."

"They found out and came after us. They hurt him, and he's probably dying."

"Who's they?" Derek lifted up Boyd's shirt to reveal long scratches deep into his body. They probably weren't healing because he was worried about Erica.

"The alpha pack." Erica's lip wobbled. "The rest of them, at least. Kali, Ennis, Ethan, Aidan, and-"

"Deucalion." Derek finished for her. "Do you want to be an alpha?"

"No." Erica shook her head. "Not at all. Neither does Boyd."

"Boyd probably isn't an alpha anymore." Derek didn't look Erica in the eye. "He's practically dead already."

Erica let more tears spill out of her eyes. "Can't you do something?"

"I don't think I should." Derek glanced at Erica, noticing she was about to plead for him to help, but he cut her off. "You need to do it."

"Do what?"

"I think I know a way you can save him and not be an alpha anymore."

Author's note: Questions:

1) Do you think Lindsay will tell Stiles what really happened?

2) Will he listen?

3) Do you think Stiles and Lindsay will get back together?

4) Or will Lindsay and Isaac get together?

5) How did the money get in Melissa's pocket(if you paid close attention to details from earlier chapters, you should know this one)?

and

6) Will Erica be able to save Boyd?

Hope you enjoyed. :)