It had been such a good weekend. Derek never called once, except for the single check up which I was fine with. The rest of the time was all dedicated to Erica, and she'd loved. I loved it too, seeing her smile as we did whatever she wanted. Whether it was watching her favourite movie, talking about her crush on Stiles, playing some of our old games. It was brilliant. I felt like the old me again, which wasn't as bad as I might have once thought. Since turning I'd been missing this, my sister, our bond. I had this awesome new life and out look but it still felt so hallow without Erica in it. I needed my sister and once I convinced Derek to offer her the bite, everything would be perfect.

There was however, one hiccup over the weekend. When I was getting ready for bed one night, I noticed Erica's medication. It hadn't been touched. I knew why, the symptoms were horrible. Anxiety, acne, weight gain, the inability to get a decent nights sleep. The list went on. Not the kind of thing a teenage girl needed to put up with. But when she stopped taking her medication, that was when the seizures started. I tried to talk to her about it but she shut me out, so I dropped it instantly, not wanting to ruin our weekend. I thought surely she could go a few days without it, at least until I talked to Derek.

The guilt I then felt on Monday was indescribable. Part of me knew what had happened before it even did. The hairs on the back of my neck rose and then I felt it. Something in the air maybe, a tingle along my skin. It was hard to explain. But I knew it was related to Erica, and I knew it was something bad. For that reason alone, I was out my seat as if a gun had just gone off. The teacher had called after me but I ignored her, as well as the odd boy that tried to earn brownie points by faking concern. I didn't care about any of that, my only concern was Erica. I raced through the corridors of the school, running all the way to the other side before skidding into the gymnasium. That's where I saw her, convulsing in Scott's arms.

It took everything I had not to tear him apart just then, to unleash my inner beast and destroy him for something that probably wasn't even his fault. But I needed someone to blame and I couldn't blame myself, not until Erica was safe. My psyche couldn't take it. So instead I shoved Scott away, knocking him back into the crowd that had formed around my sister. I took hold of her, trying to see if I had some magical Werewolf power that could help her, anything. Nothing happened though, and it hurt. Hurt like hell, that while I'd been having the time of my life she'd still been suffering, and feeling all alone.

"Erica? Erica, it's me. I'm right here, okay? You're going to be okay. Erica?" I whispered to her, as if that would bring her out of it. Even though I'd dealt with several of Erica's seizures personally, I suddenly found myself with no idea on what to do. The guilt was stopping me from thinking straight and I was panicking and fear was taking over. The sheer idea of hurting Erica with my forming claws was the only thing keeping my Werewolf side at bay. Finally I looked up, finding the crowd of students, including Scott, Stiles and Allison, all staring back. "Don't just stand there!" I cried out, my true desperation coming out. I didn't care how it made me look, I didn't care if this knocked me down a social peg. I just needed someone to help her. Even if it cost me everything I'd earned over the last week or so. "Call an ambulance!"

Most of them just stared back, like sick vultures enjoying the show. Waiting for her to die so they could feast on the story and earn themselves some popularity points by being one of the few to see my sister die. I wanted to kill them all. The only reason I didn't was because three of them actually did something. Stiles had the sense to yank his phone out his pocket, while Allison ran out, saying something about getting the Coach. Scott knelt down on Erica's other side. When he went to take hold, I pulled her against me, growling at the boy.

And yet there was nothing but sympathy and concern in his eyes. He truly did just want to help, but the protective big sister inside of me refused to let him. No one else could be trusted, and Scott was just putting on a show so that he could hurt us both later. "Dylan," he said quietly, my piercing blue eyes clashing with his peacefully brown. "She's going to be okay. I caught her before she fell." He motioned to the climbing wall nearby and I glanced over.

Oh God! She'd fallen! Tears cut at my eyes and I looked down in horror, Erica still convulsing uncontrollably in my arms. If it hadn't been for Scott, she might well be dead, or at the very least badly injured. And all because I hadn't made her take that damn medicine. I'd let it slip because of the fun we'd been having. I'd almost caused her death…

I was trembling, my lower lip shaking as I started down, no longer seeing my paralysed sister but a mangled corpse, broken and twisted after the fall. The next thing I knew the paramedics were pulling me back and carefully carrying my sister from the room. They were about to leave when Scott pointed out I was her sister. They asked if this was true and when I nodded they brought me along too, loading me into the back of the ambulance with her.

Once I was allowed to hold her hand, I never let go until we reached the hospital. From there the doctors took over, taking her into an isolated room. The seizure had ended before we arrived at the hospital, but the experience had completely knocked Erica out and the doctors needed to know what had caused it. All they would tell me was they were running tests and it was driving me crazy. Mum and Dad were no help, useless as always. Thankfully Erica's regular nurse, Mrs. Melissa McCall gave me an idea of what was going on when she went by. She told me they'd narrowed it down to Erica not taking her medication but were running a few more tests just to be sure. I confirmed this too her and she thanked me for telling her, saying she'd come and get me the second I was aloud to visit her.

After she left though I decided enough was enough. This was the last straw and refused to let Erica go through this again. Yanking the phone from my pocket, I marched over to a secluded corner of the waiting room and rang Derek. When he didn't pick up, I rang Isaac who did pick up, sounding rather soar. "Hey, Dylan. What's up?"

"Is Derek with you?" I demanded simply, glaring at the wall as if Isaac himself was stood there, blocking my view of Derek.

"Yeah, do you–"

"Put him on, now," I growled. When I audibly heard Isaac gulp, I knew I'd made my point. While he then handed the phone over to Derek, I glanced over to be sure no one was listening in on me. Also in case Melissa was coming back with news about Erica. When I heard Derek take the phone, I turned back to the wall.

"What is it?" Derek asked with all his usual charm. Normally, it probably would have been enough to deter me. It was his training voice, the gruff one he used when training both me and Isaac. Since the guy was a fugitive, and had nothing better to do than to hide out with Derek all day, the Alpha Werewolf had decided to use up all of Isaac's free time with training. Last time I'd heard from Isaac, he was considering turning himself in, just to get a break from Derek. He did like to push, and when he did he didn't appreciate us pushing back. It was life and death to him, and he wanted us to understand that. And I respected that, but right now Erica was my only concern.

"I need you to offer Erica the bite, now," I declared down the phone.

"I decide who I bite, and who joins the Pack," Derek replied, as if that was enough to close the matter. Normally, it might well have done, but not today, not after the reality trip I'd just been on. She needed this, and she needed it now, before she tried to go without her medication again and got herself killed. Hunters I could protect her from, but even as a Werewolf, I was powerless against seizures.

"You were willing to bite her before, when I asked you too," I snapped back, deliberately keeping my voice low as to not be overheard.

"That was before you successfully turned," Derek pointed out.

"What does it matter? You said the more Werewolves we have in the Pack the stronger we'll be. So why not just offer her the bite. You wanted to turn someone else anyway, what's one more?" He went silent at that, thinking it over. Even so, I could feel him glaring at me from the other side of town. I'd challenged him and he didn't like it. But I had to do it, for Erica, even if it did put me at the bottom of the Pack hierarchy. "Please, Derek. She's my sister. She's going through hell, just like I was before you helped me. She needs this. Heck, I need this. It's killing me to see her suffer. I'm living this new amazing life and she's still stuck in my old hell, only now she doesn't have me there to help her go through it. She deserves this. And I know I owe you everything already but please, help her. I'll do anything." I hesitated before then saying the next bit, possibly just for the dramatic effect factor. "I'll sacrifice myself if that's what it takes. I'll leave the Pack, fend for myself, just as long as you give her what you gave me."

There was a long stretch of silence. So long I almost thought he'd hung up on me, but then he spoke. "You don't need to be so dramatic. This obviously means a lot to you." My heart leapt for joy but remained in between beats until he finished, just in case he was playing some cruel trick on me. "And you're right. The more Pack members we have the stronger we'll be. So yes, I will offer her the bite."

"Thank you," I said uncontrollably, tears pricking my eyes as I heard his answer. Finally, Erica would get what I had. A second chance. A better life. Power. I'd be able to be completely open with her again, and her with me. We'd finally get what we deserved, and we'd have each other, just like we'd always wanted. Finally, things would be as they should be for me and Erica. "Thank you so much, Derek," I croaked out, brushing away the tears.

"It's all right," Derek said softly, as if he knew I was crying for joy and was trying not to embarrass me. "Where is she now?"

"At the hospital," I answered.

"Is everything all right?"

"She just had a seizure… The bite will fix that, right?" I asked anxiously.

"Yes, the bite will fix that. Are you there too?"

"Yes, I'm here," I answered again, waiting for my orders.

"All right. I'll be there soon."

"Thank you," I said one more time, just in case he somehow didn't already know, then he hung up on me. I waited an hour then Derek arrived. I told him I still wasn't allowed to see Erica and he said he'd deal with it. He asked me to point out Erica's room, which I did, and then told me to find a quiet spot where they could talk. Once I found a suitable room I texted Derek and he told me to wait. I did, and a couple minutes later he wheeled in Erica who was lying down on a bed.

The second she saw me she sat up, eyes terrified by the figure pushing her into the morgue. I really shouldn't have been surprised, but it was a small detail that would be forgotten later on. "Dylan," she said nervously. I quickly made my way over to her, reaching her as Derek stopped the bed.

Enveloping her in a hug that she was more than happy to take, I did my best to reassure her. "It's okay. It's okay, Erica. I promise." I then pulled back, my eyes meeting hers, letting her see the happiness in them as I smiled softly at her. "Everything's going to be okay now." She still didn't seem certain, but she would understand soon enough. Soon she'd be a Werewolf and all this would be behind her.

"Side effect may include; anxiety, waking, acne, ulcerative colitis…yeesh," Derek sighed for behind me. I glanced back, seeing him holding Erica's prescription bottle. Obviously he was reading off the label, setting himself up for the pitch most likely. Not that I could see Erica turning it down, not when I'd already taken it. Heck, when we were little she used to copy everything I did. I started playing ballerina, so she wanted to start too. I started reading Harry Potter, so she wanted to read it too. I started poetry, so she wanted to too. The copying stopped as we became older and we just clung to each other out of safety, doing what we both wanted to save us from losing each other. For that reason I knew Erica would take the bite, because she wouldn't want to risk losing me. Which was the same reason why I wanted her to take it.

"Dylan…" Erica said, voice shaking as her terrified eyes locked onto Derek. I turned back to her, taking her hand for reassurance. "What's going on? Who is that?"

"It's okay, Erica. He's a friend of mine. His name is–"

"Dylan," Derek cut in in a level tone. I turned to him, the word of my Alpha overriding everything else. "I'll take it from here. Just stand back." I hesitated, not wanting to leave Erica's side because I knew it'd only scare her more. Last thing I wanted was for her to run out screaming and ruin her only chance of happiness. But at the same time, I didn't want to cost her that chance by disobeying Derek. So I looked back to Erica, giving her hand a squeeze of comfort with a smile, before I stepped back. Her hand reached out to follow but I was out of reach. I saw panic flash through her eyes and did my best to sooth her with my eyes alone.

"Let's talk about your seizures, Erica," Derek began with a friendly and disturbing smile as he stepped in between me and Erica. I didn't like it, being cut out like this, but I suspected Derek had a reason for it. So I decided to trust him and remained quiet, silently supporting Erica as best I could from behind my Alpha. "You get a warning, right before you have a seizure," Derek stated, as he leaned down on the bed Erica was sat up on.

I heard Erica gulped, and I did the same, feeling everything she was. I'd gone through a similar thing when Derek offered me the bite. He'd seemed so creepy but at the same time so friendly, and there was a fifty fifty chance he was either telling the truth, or lying. As it turned out, he was telling the truth. Hopefully Erica would come to the same conclusion as I did.

"It's…It's called an aura," Erica said nervously. "It's…It's like a metallic taste in my mouth." I'd heard her talk about it before, back when we used to talk about our individual problems with each other. I'd talk about my stutter for, like, three hours, and then Erica would talk about her seizures. We normally felt a lot better afterwards but it took a lot out of us emotionally, so I knew how much Erica dreaded and feared that taste, knowing what was to follow.

"You don't have to lie, Erica. What's it really taste like?" Derek pressed, receiving the answer Erica had only ever admitted to me once.

"It tastes like blood," Erica answered in true fright as she met Derek's gaze.

"What if I told you, that all of this could go away? The side effects, the symptoms, all of it. And what if all those things not only went away, but everything else, got even better?" Derek explained as he stood up, stepping back in line with me as we both watched Erica stare back in confused fright. Then it was as if something clicked in seeing me, noticing how I'd changed, how I'd lost all the worst bits about me and how I'd become a better person. I was the living embodiment of what Derek was saying.

"How?" Erica asked, voice still nervous, but curious, willing, hopeful.

"Let us show you," Derek said with a grin. Looking to me as I beamed back at him. We then both looked over to Erica and let our eyes shine. Derek's Alpha red, and my Beta yellow. "You've seen how your sister has changed. And it's all thanks to my bite. The bite of an Alpha Werewolf." Derek stepped forward once more, leaning back down on the bed as Erica remained cautiously still, almost hypnotised by the red glow of Derek's eyes. "I can bite you too if you want. You can become like Dylan. You can be strong and beautiful. You can have whatever you want. And you'll have a Pack of Werewolves just like you and Dylan willing to help you."

Erica didn't need to hear anymore after that. In fact she stopped Derek mid sale, saying yes. Derek made sure she knew everything first, about the full moon and the Hunters, and everything good and bad. But Erica was like me, she was willing to risk it all and I loved her for it. Then, once the diplomatics were over, I held Erica's hand as she let Derek bite her leg. He then gave us some time alone and I told her everything that had happened since turning and how soon she'd go through the same thing. Then we hugged and Derek took us home, where we waited for the bite to take effect. Spending the rest of the day in Erica's bedroom. Lying on her bed as we just hugged one another. Talking about everything we'd do once she became a Werewolf.