"Jocelyn, Please!"

I sigh at my sister through the phone. She does sound frantic; Scott left her Stiles, Lydia, and Jackson at his house to defend her from Derek's pack. And here I am trying to relax and watch Bruce Lee.

"Jocelyn, if you dont come to help then I'll have to call dad and everything will be ruined- please." Allison begging was not a good look at all. "If not for Lydia then for me because I'm going to fight. And I need you to be fighting by my side."

"Fine. I'm fucking coming."

Somehow, even when I'm not even trying to be involved in their bullshit- I get involved. Allison sends me Scott's address through Stiles phone and I VERY reluctantly get in my car. I peek in the back to see the weapon on my seat. There was a straight blade there the size of my forearm. Eh. That should do. I can't even kill one of them because then I'll have to reveal to my dad that we were all at Scott's.

On the way to Scott's I couldn't help but think why my father isn't giving me things laced with wolfesbane and shit. I'd have to bring that up or something. Whatever. On the way down his street I could see Derek's pack standing outside of Scott's pretty blue house. Way to be subtle. Well I was just as bold and so I parked right in front of the house, reached into my glove compartment to grab my throwing knife holster and wrap it around my thigh, and then took the dagger out of the back seat.

Derek, Isaac, Erica, and Boyd were intimidating of course and I wish I had a little more than what I did- but I don't scare easy. I got out of my car with a wide smile- every single face there gave me a glare in return. The attention made me prance up to the stairs, only to be pulled inside roughly by Stiles and Allison. Immidiatedly I asked, "Where's Lydia?"

"Upstairs with Jackson," Stiles answered with straight jealousy in his voice. I never understand why he loves her so much and she doesn't care for him at all.

"Did you guys prove it's not her?"

"No, but I did find something out- the kanima seeks a friend," Allison said all mysteriously as if my dumb ass was supposed to know what that means. She even looked at me expectantly as if I was supposed to say something back but I didn't. I walked back towards the window and peeked out. Right away I noticed one of them missing.

"Where's Isaac?" Stiles asked aloud for me. Shit.

"Allison, keep your eye on them." I turned around and jogged towards the back of Scott's house- I was met by Isaac who used his strength to pick me up and throw me into a sitting position on a counter. My dagger made a clunking noise on the floor.

Clawed hands find their way around my neck as my eyes lock with famliliar blue grey ones. I react as quick as I can, reaching down to my thigh to grab a knife but he grabs my hand and places it above my head, quickly moving his hand from my neck to pin my other hand above me as well.

I writhe beneath him, trying to escape his very compromising hold but something he does makes me stop. Isaac brings his face so close to mine, our foreheads are touching. I stop moving and even stop breathing for a second, too. What the hell is he doing?

He drags his face lightly down my own and then settles in my neck, taking a deep inhale that makes my insides turn in a way that I don't know is good or bad. I almost have to supress a moan just from the soft nuzzle.

He lets my hands drop and grips both of my thighs- looking back at me but this time his eyes were glowing- golden brown. I got brought back right away, reaching into my holster and sliding out two knives with my one hand- plunging it into Isaac's stomach. Oh well.

Once he ricocheted back I took the opportunity to run back to the front room where Stiles and my sister still stood by the windows. "Allison! Get upstairs with Lydia!"

Allison looked back and her eyes got wide with fear. Without hesitation she spun on her heel and ran towards the staircase just as Stiles was thrown across the room. I turned around and seen Isaac in his half wolf form. He let out a low growl and contorted his body in the way werewolves do that made him look even bigger and stronger.

I didn't know much about how he "felt" about me to decide if he was going to hurt me or not so I didn't even try to plead with him. As quick as I could, I ran to Stiles who was groaning from his spot on the floor and hoisted him up, leaving into the next room over.

Scott appeared a second later in his own werewolf form and pushed me and Stiles out of the way to take on Isaac. It was easy for him to get the upper claw, throwing him around enough times to knock him out. Erica's body then came tumbling down the stairs, paralyzed. My sister followed with way too much smugness on her face. Erica was a bitch, though, so good for her.

Stiles was finally all the way in this world again just in time for Scott to throw Derek's pack members outside at their Alpha's feet. Everytime I saw Derek I wanted to set his ass on fire, too, but it just wasn't the right time.

As we stood outside there was a faint sound of sirens in the distance overshadowing Derek and Scott's arguements. That when there was a hissing, and a look of fear in Derek's eyes that scared me. Lydia.

Scott's pack ran off of the porch and focused our attention to the roof where there I got to see what we were up against for the first time. A green, scaled, snake like creature with yellow slitted eyes, and a tail, crawling on all fours until jumping off the roof. Before anyone reacted to its escape, Lydia ran out of the house.

In all her confusion I heard Scott say, "It's Jackson."

While Allison went to drop Lydia off home, Scott, Stiles, and Derek went to go hunt Jackson. And me? Well I'm back home because I didn't want to partake in any of this anyways.

I had to shower because after that little incident in the kitchen, I was in desperate need of a new pair of panties. Isaac's blood from the stab wound was also on my clothes so I guess it was laundry day. I was in the laundry room right next to the garage when I heard my dads truck pull in.

Him and my grandfather had been gone when I got back but there was no doubt in my mind that they were out hunting Jackson now, too. Except they didn't know it was Jackson. But I did. Do I smell brownie points?

I waited patiently for them to leave the car, overhearing their conversation about what they encountered. My dad said, "You know what I'm having trouble believing? How you just stood there while that thing circled you and did nothing. You want to explain that to me?"

"Chris, sometimes you have to trust your instincts- intuition doesn't lie," Gerard answered dryly in his usual low tone.

"Then you know what it is?"

"I have a suspicion. And if I'm right it plays by certain rules. Ones that don't bend easily." Gerard left the garage after that. Speaking of suspicions- he gave me the creeps and chills everytime he half answered questions like that. I didn't like Gerard at all- his attempts at trying to manipulate me and my sister had just rubbed me the wrong way from the get.

Thankfully, my father stuck around after his dad was gone, and I exited from the room next door and planted myself in the garage door way. My father had amazing hunter senses; he knew I was there before I even got the chance to speak first. In monotone he greeted me. "You know it's been a while since our last father-daughter talk."

"Well you spend all your time with Gerard," I hesitated before I said what I really needed to say. I wasn't sure if this was the right time but then again I didn't know if there was ever going to be one. "Something about him, his demeanor. Kate. I don't trust him. Is that wrong?"

My dad didn't say anything or even look my way. I watched him break down and start cleaning his pistol on the table in our garage. I knew him well enough to know he was thinking of what to say. "I get it. But sometimes the only way to know if you can trust someone is by trusting them, Jocelyn. You've never got to know this side of Gerard."

"Something is telling me to trust my instincts. Intuition doesn't lie," I repeated and my father gave me a knowing look, with a smirk gracing his lips.

"That right there is how you know we are family."

"Some of the most poisonous people come disguised as family. I guess that's why I'm the black sheep of the family, though."

"Why is that?" My dad chuckled out, shaking his head in disagreement. It was true, though. Everyone went after my twin when they needed to push an agenda.

"Well they say that the black sheep are often the ones who see through everyones bullshit. And your father? Bullshit."

My dad stopped what he was doing and took short steps over to stand right in front of me and I raised my head to look him right in the eye, trying to project all the defiance I could. He smiled and brought his hands to the sides of my face. In an uncommon show of affection, my dad planted a kiss on my forehead. He whispered, "Do you know why they say keep your friends close and your enemies closer?"

"No."

"Because you chose must your enemies for their intellect."

"And use that to your advantage."

I was really contemplating going to school today. Let me think. Eh. No. I know there's like tests and stuff coming up but I'll be fine. At least I hope so. I needed to sleep in anyways. And now that I'm up and dressed I want to go shopping. Let me just find a thrift store….

And maybe not. Allison interrupted my search by calling me. She has been doing way too much of that lately.

"What, Allison?" I yelled into the phone.

"Can you get ready? I already told mom and dad that I was going out with you."

"What, why?" I groaned out in response. They only drag me into their bullshit when I'm trying to be busy.

"Just get ready because I'm coming down the street!"

She better not be using me as an excuse to see Scott. That was Lydia's job. Lydia has been distant since that night at Scott's which is good because she doesn't need to get any more involved in this bullshit than she already is. Which is too much considering she's slowly going crazy. Whatever. Maybe Allison will drop me off at a thrift store.

I guess this bitch was speeding because she really was beeping the horn at the door seconds later. Usually when I say I'm down the street I haven't even left yet. It's okay I was already dressed anyways. I made sure to lock all the house doors since I was the last one out and sadly got into my sister's car.

She peeled off before I even closed the door all the way. "Damn, bitch, relax. What's going on?"

"Scott and Stiles kidnapped Jackson to try and protect him- and everyone, including Gerard knows he's missing."

"So?"

"They're going to find out he's the Kanima."

"Good. Maybe they'll know how to kill him- duh! Slow down!" Allison wasn't even breaking when she turned corners. I had never seen her this frantic.

"Allison!" I reached out and grabbed the wheel, steadying her car in the lane. "Slow down- what's wrong with you?"

Thankfully, she pulled the car over so we didn't die. I stared her down. With shaky movements, my twin dropped her face in her hands and shook it back and forth. Her voice broke when she said, "I-I don't- No, I can't deal with this. Gerard and mom just questioned me about Jackson, Scott, Stiles- everything. It's too much."

I couldn't say I didn't feel for her but at the same time I didn't. I swear she keeps bringing this all onto herself. I hadn't had a sibling moment with her in so long that I barely knew what to say. "Allison. First off, relax."

"How?!"

"I don't know. But don't yell at me because it's not my fault. Or my problem- none of this is my problem exactly."

She blew air out of her nouth and shook her head. "Here I am thinking I can count on my own twin."

"To do What?!" I shouted, "To play both sides like you do?"

"Both sides?" She looked at me with her mouth and eyes wide open.

"Yeah, and you know what I mean. The truth always comes to the light. You put this stress on yourself trying to be Scott's girlfriend and our fathers daughter," I ranted, never breaking my eyes away from her shocked expression. "Sometimes I feel like you only include me so you're not the only one who gets in trouble when they find out. And that's not okay. I deal with my own stuff! Just to get criticized for it and then get told that you're my compeition while I know what you're actually doing. Please."

"Competition?" She said with a tone of disbelief. "That's the problem with you- you think that everything is a competition."

"Trust me, we're not in competition at all. And I'm not helping you guys protect Jackson- or hide your little secret. Let me out now!" We had a quick stare down until I heard the clicking of the doors unlocking. As soon as I stepped out of the car she went back to speeding. Well fuck her too.

Remind me to never not be the driver ever again. I barely knew my way around this town, and knowing what I did know, being weapon and carless in Beacon Hills was the worst thing you could do living here.

And as I walked down a street sparsely populated with big houses I started to get the creeps almost right away. Some parts of Beacon Hills were truly scarier than the woods itself.

I passed an abandoned train station and turned the corner to another barely vacated street. It was like an old main street with only a few open stores. I felt like I was in a horror movie. AND it was getting dark. I can't wait to kill Allison.

There was a wolf whistle that came from behind me but I ignored it and kept my tread forward. I don't have time for the bullshit. But then I felt like I heard steps behind me- I even slowed my pace so that I could hear behind me but it seemed like everytime I actually strained my ears the sounds dissapeared until I was walking again.

I began to speed walk up the rest of the street. I knew I was being followed and I wasn't the one to be fucked with. Once around the corner, I slipped into the first alley I seen and waited for whoever was behind me to walk by so I could beat their ass.

"Looking for me?"

I automatically whipped around at the sound of the voice. There he was in all his 6'2 glory, leather running down his strong arms, and light brown curls perched perfectly on his head. I rolled my eyes as soon as I made contact with him. "Why are you following me?"

"I was nearby, not following you. I caught your scent and was just making sure you were okay." Isaac explained with a shoulder shrug like it was the most normal thing ever.

"Who told you I needed protecting?" I said with a sneer, turning and beginning to walk away. He was infatuated with me and I hated it because I just wanted to give in so bad. It was hard pretending I didn't care for a different version of Isaac- the helpless, sweet, and sheepish Isaac warmed my heart like this strong and cocky Isaac warmed my other parts. But I wasn't sure if both existed anymore.

"I know you don't need protecting, but why are you in the city when you live closer to the town?"

"Why are you?" I snapped back. He was still following me.

"Maybe I stay around here, but you…" His big hands dropped onto my shoulders, making a shudder run through me. Isaac turned my body the other way and then pointed a finger where I was now facing, "live this way."

"How do you know where I live?!" I asked, my tone rising with every word as what he said sunk in. "

"You were in my house the other day," he said matter-of-factly. My mouth dropped while I searched for a response. Fuck, I dont have one I looked up at him and gave a very exaggerated eye roll. The smile he gave me brought a flash of the old Isaac to my head, making a small smile grace my own lips- I had to remember he was a werewolf and not for me.

As soon as I stopped smiling, so did he and I saw something in his eyes that made me uncomfortable. I needed to speed up my walking and thanks to Isaac I would be going the right way. He didn't stop following me though and I heard, "You can't keep pretending there isnt' something here."

"Here?"

"Between us?"

"Isaac, we were becoming friends before you had your alpha bite makeover- how many times do you have to hear it?" I ranted. "I know Derek told you about my family. You knew and you didn't care."

"Could you not be selfish for one second? You think I was thinking about you when I was deciding on the bite? I was thinking about all the bruises and abuse I didn't want to endure! Being a loser in school and at home- I was thinking about that escape- remember that? This was my escape." I stared him down as he ranted, and we stood in silence when he finished. It would be selfish to think about how he just called me selfish- right? Not the point Jocelyn.

"If you had let me, don't you think I could've been that for you. Now I don't feel anything."

Isaac smiled- not the response I was expecting but okay. "Your heart just skipped a beat."

"And that's how I know you're lying."

"And that's why I could never be with a wolf," I said matter-of-factly, pursing my lips at him.

Isaac took a step forward- I didn't even try to contain the rapid beating in my shirt or panties. His hot breath fanned all over my face as he said in his new and permanent cocky tone, "Why do I have to be a wolf? I'm the same Isaac- I always wanted to do this."

His hands were wrapped around my waist in an instant and they settled there comfortably. It felt like he had touched me like that a million times. I thought about him undressing me- me undresing him- I wondered what his lips and other parts felt like. Enough of a wet dream for me to come to my senses and jump back. I could see the dissapointment and annoyance in his face.

"If you don't think you're going to have to try harder than that- then you're not ready for me." I could never say stuff like this to the old Isaac but I kind of enjoyed it.

He let a smirk play on his pretty lips, "Game on."

Guys I have been trying to fit in as much Isaac Joc moments as possible by the time I write the finale...I KNOW I KNOW i dont have it written yet but school is really starting to hit me LMAO. But yeah, I have up to chapter 20 written but the rest are planned out. I try to update when I see the story getting a lot of attention. Thanks for the reviews/favorites/follows. It helps me realize I love writing and also want to finish this DAMN STORY