Call him back. Call him back, Emily. Just do it. Call him back!

I sat in my car staring at the screen of my cell phone that told me I had 4 missed calls from Isaac, one voice mail that I didn't dare listen to and one text from Stiles assuring me that he and Scott were fine without my assistance. I had pulled over in my car after Isaac had rung the second time to simply stare at my cell phone. To tell the truth, I felt so guilty. I didn't mean to come across so angry with him back there. I am not angry at all. Yeah, I'm pretty concerned that he might take up Derek's offer, but what he said was true – it's his life. Who am I to decide what he does with it? I was wrong for storming out. I should have listened and been more reasonable, I should have – ugh! Why is it so hard to call him back?

'I'm sorry Isaac, I shouldn't have yelled, I will fully support your decision,' I'll say... But I don't. He shouldn't become a werewolf. It would be madness. And would definitely make things a lot more complicated considering he could lose control and rip me to pieces at any moment. However… Isaac knows everything now, wouldn't it be better for him to get more involved and help out? We would have another brain to use in catching the Alpha. Yes! That's right! Okay, I'm going to call him now.

I blinked and all of a sudden, my phone jumped to life and started vibrating in my hands. Quickly, I answered and hurled into a stumble of words.
"Oh my god, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to shout back then, I swear I didn't mean it, I was just so confused and torn and-"
"Emily, it's Allison!" I heard a girls voice crackle on the other end.
"…Oh. Sorry… I thought you were… someone else," I mumble, the short relief from apologising disappearing fast. "What's up?"
"We were right. About everything."

Oh yeah… I had totally forgotten about mine and Allison's conversation in the library. Kate must have come out with the truth. Oh no… Another mistake of mine. Why did I not foresee all the stupid mistakes I've been making recently? Kate would have twisted this situation in her favour. I bet she's brainwashed Allison into becoming a hunter and hating the werewolves. Ugh, I am such an idiot.
"We were?" I asked, reluctantly.
"Yes. I confronted Kate about it and showed her what we'd found in the book. I've been noticing a lot of weird stuff around my house lately that didn't add up and I called her out on all of it."
"Okay… so what did she say?"
"…She… um she showed me…" Allison trailed off and I gripped the phone tighter.
"What?"
"My family, they have this secret basement and it's full of hunting stuff. And all this- this torture equipment to use on werewolves, like electric tasers and bow and arrows and- oh god Emily, I literally don't know what to think. Kate told me that she knows where the werewolves will be and she wants me to help her hunt them. Tonight."
"T-tonight?"
"Yeah, I mean, I hardly believe it. It's all so sudden, but everything that's happened recently – it all adds up. The school- Emily, if I can help catch this monster, then I want to do everything I can. And if that means helping Kate go hunting tonight, then I'm going."

A cold shiver ran up my spine as Allison waited for me to reply. If Allison goes, she's going to find out about Derek and Scott. But if I tell her not to go, she's going to think something strange is up.

"Um, that's… um, a lot to take in," I tell her slowly, racking my brain for a quick solution.
"I know, I know, but you have to believe me. Kate was showing me all these books and-"
"Look, I just wouldn't do anything rash, okay? I mean, it could be really dangerous," I interrupt, "I know you can take care of yourself, but… I just have a bad feeling."
"Kate can protect me," Allison says, self-assured.
"Ummm, I'm sure she can. Just…" My voice fails me as no sharp ideas come to mind.
"I'll be fine. It's pretty exciting to be honest, Em! I finally get to use my archery talent for something useful. Don't worry about me, I'll speak to you tomorrow!"
"Alli-" She hung up on me and I grit my teeth. For god's sake. Another thing to worry about.

I screwed my eyes up and let out an angry growl. Forcefully, I make darkness invade my mind as I concentrated hard on a blank canvas, imagining a scene, a person, a place, anything that would help me. Do it for Isaac, I thought to myself, Isaac, Isaac, Isaac. I can do this.

In a sharp breath that took me aback, my eyes opened, but what I saw was not the steering wheel of my car in front of me, no; It was dark. And cold. A thin layer of fog trickled on the ground like white river. A voice yelled out behind me and I whipped my head around. The graveyard. Shadows tricked me from every angle – I could not see where the shouts were coming from. Quicker than I could properly process, a blonde and brunette girl sprinted past with their weapons raised. I span around again, and took off following them, my breath escaping my mouth like the steam of a train. Two, no, wait, three figures were running from the girls. They separated and the blonde girl pursued the larger of the three figures. More shadows. The visions clicked forward like flicking through tv channels: Stiles cowering by a tree, a large, dark shape cornering him… Scott limping as an arrow flies through his thigh… Kate grinning as she stands over an electrocuted Derek … And a familiar face, flooded with white hot anger, grabbing my arm and-

I jerked backwards and whacked my head on the back of the car seat, breathing heavily. I… Did I just manage to bring that on myself? Did I just… Oh god. The first time I've ever been able to fully control my foresight and I actually see something worth it!

First things first, I need to get home.

…

As soon as I fling open the front door, I stomp up the stairs and rush into the spare bedroom… which was empty.
"Isaac?" I call out, running my fingers through my hair in a panic. Where is he? He was in no condition to be moving about.
I check my bedroom and the bathroom before jumping down the stairs again, taking two at a time.
"Mom? Hello? Anyone?" I shout, thoroughly confused.

Just then, my Dad comes into the hallway, his hands in his pockets and a sour expression on his face.
I sigh, "Thank god, I've been shouting my head off! Where's Isaac?"

He doesn't answer.

"Dad," I say, a lump forming in my throat. Something's happened. "Dad, what is it?"

He brings one hand up as if he was telling me to stop and puts on a voice that I've heard him use with his patients many times before, "Emily…"
"Don't- just get to the point," I clench my fists in preparation for the blow.
Dad nods and looks me in the eyes, "When you left, Isaac tried to go after you, but with his injuries and the amount of stress he's been under, he ended up collapsing. Mom's taken him to the hospital. She tried to call you off his phone on the way, but you weren't answering."
The hospital. They're going to ask questions. What will Isaac tell them?

I must have looked like I'd been slapped because Dad paced over and took the car keys out of my hands gently.
"I'll drive," he said before hooking one arm over my shoulder and giving me a reassuring squeeze.

…

Blurred houses and trees whooshed past the car window as I nervously shook my leg up and down. Even though I knew how far away the Beacon Hills Hospital was, it still felt like the roads had been stretched out ten times over. It was well into the evening now and the moon was bright in the sky – not a bad omen, I hoped.

I hardly registered my surroundings as we pulled up. My feet automatically followed behind my Dad's, shuffling down white corridors with repetitive yellow lights.
"In here, sweetie," Dad's voice gently ushered me out of my daze. He held open the door with one hand and pressed me forward with the other, forcing me to move.

Isaac was lying with his eyes closed on the hospital bed, extremely pale. A drip was in his arm and his bandages that my parents had fixed for him had been redone. His noticeable bruises looked less swollen than earlier. I tiptoed over, not wanting to disturb him.
Gazing down at his relaxed, sleeping face, I partly wished that he would never have to wake up and deal with the stress that was coming his way. A small smile was on his lips, as if his dreams were sweeter than anything that reality held. Softly, I sighed and lightly placed my fingers on his cheek, letting myself feel relief for this tiny sanctuary of a moment. He's okay. He's in the best place possible. No one is going to hurt him here.

Isaac breathes in deeply and flickers open his eyes drearily, as if it took a huge amount of effort.
"Hey, you…" I smile and whisper to him, stroking his cheek with my thumb, "How are you doing?"
It takes him another few blinks to fully come to his senses. His eyes dart around the room and I see the panic rising.
"Shhh, shhh, it's okay. You're safe. You're okay," I say, trying to stay calm.
Sluggishly, Isaac brings his hand up to clutch at mine, bringing it down from his face to rest on his chest. His face breaks out in a smile as he looks at me, and I think back to the boy who, only a short time ago, wouldn't raise his eyes to look at me in Chemistry. I feel a small tug in my chest.
"Emily," Isaac says, his words a small murmur, "You didn't leave me."
His words make my heart feel like shattering glass. "Of course I didn't, I'm here. …I'm sorry for arguing with you. You were completely right, I was being selfish. Just do what makes you happy, Isaac, that's all I can ask for." I give his hand a reassuring squeeze.
"I'm happy with you," He manages to say drowsily before nodding off again. I lean down, kiss him gently and untangle my hand from his.

I decide to leave him to rest and exit the room to find my Dad leaning against the wall, waiting for me.
"He'll be okay, just resting," I tell him with a wobbly smile.
Dad pushes off the wall and wraps me in a hug. As he leans back, he still has a grave look on his face. "You know, I love coming to work during my time off…" He tries to crack a joke, but the smile doesn't quite reach his eyes. I wait quietly as he sighs and straightens out the collar of my jacket. "…The doctors will have to call Isaac's Dad, you know that."
"Yeah…"
"He'll probably have to go back home. We can't do anything, legally speaking, to help him. He has to speak to the doctors himself and decide what to do. It's out of our hands, pet."
"…I know," I squeak out. I knew this was going to happen. With no strong evidence, the doctors are going off Isaac's word to how he got injured, and I knew we would be fighting a losing battle once Mr Lahey got involved. My parents knew a bare minimum of information, so they couldn't get involved really.
"Isaac can come and stay with us when he's out of here, which the guys on duty tell me will be pretty much tomorrow or the day after, but only if his Dad lets him. It would be nice to have him as part of our little family," Dad smiles and tries to get me to feel better by ruffling my hair.

"Family…"

At the precise moment that I muttered out the word, the fates aligned and a nurse walked past me with a man in a wheelchair. A weird feeling washed over me like I was submerged in deep water, unable to breathe. The rest of the corridor disappeared. Just like in my visions, my eyes focused on little details – the burns over the man's face and hands, the nurse's vacant stare, but most of all, the name at the top of the clipboard that was hung on the back of his wheelchair.
"Family." I repeated, the wheels ticking in my mind. That name. Burns.

"Your Mom is waiting at reception, I'd best go-" Dad started to say, but I didn't even hear him finish because my ears had started ringing, almost like a sirens call.
"Sure," I think I say, before falling into a turn and letting my feet take me after the nurse with the wheelchair. I turn down corridor after corridor for a good ten minutes trailing them, before the nurse takes the man into a room and shuts the door behind her. Like the click of the fingers, whatever spell had been over me snapped off and I jump back into focus.
"What the…" I whisper, trying to work out which part of the hospital I was in. My eyes are drawn to a sign on the wall, slightly further down that read: Long Term Patients. The breath that I was about to take catches in my throat as the nurse departs the room and clip clops away from me, leaving the man alone in the room.

Curious wasn't even the word for how I was feeling. This was more intense, more intriguing. The name that I read on the wheelchair just couldn't be possible, could it?

I clench my fists in an attempt to bravely stop the pounding of my heart. Then I walk over and push open the door. The room is dark, lit only by the brightness of the moon that shines through the large window. I gingerly step into the room and feel the cold wall for a light switch. I find it at the same time that the door closes behind me.

"Peter Hale," I announce in the small bedroom.

He sits, facing the window, the moonlight catching the burnt side of his face, unmoving. He probably didn't even know I was there. The burns surely have him paralysed.

"Peter Hale?" I try again, swallowing my nerves hard.

Nothing.

"You're Derek's… Brother? Uncle? Relative of some sort? Why didn't he say anything…" I speak more to calm myself down than to make conversation.

I move across the room, closing the distance between us and stand next to him. His face was grotesquely disfigured, as were his hands that were gripping the arms of the chair like a life support. His small, black eyes were fixed on the moon. I should have figured it out sooner really.

"Does Derek know you're alive? He said that none of his family survived…"

I move my hand to try and cover his, to see if it would awaken him from his fixation, but then the strangest thing happened: I couldn't touch him. It was as if a two inch layer of air was stuck between us like a wall. No matter how hard I struggled, I couldn't get past this barrier.

"Great, another weird thing that I don't understand," I grumble to myself, standing back up straight and turning to leave. Derek needs to know about Peter, if he doesn't already. He isn't as alone as he thinks! And I should really get round to telling the boys about my vision in the graveyard.

I reach the door. As soon as I put my hand to the handle, my ears erupt with a sharp, high pitched noise. I cry out and my hands fly to my head, but it doesn't help one bit. Then I realise: it's not a real noise. It's happening in my head. The vision takes over without warning.

Kate runs through the forest in the direction of the graveyard carrying lacrosse stick shaped black poles. Every so often, she flings one into the ground and it emits the screaming noise that is echoing in my ears. She doesn't seem bothered by it… but Scott and Derek do. The colours of the forest wipe away, replaced with Scott's bedroom where the two werewolves are being transfixed by the high frequency. The leap out the window before Stiles can even process what was happening. Kate's summoning them down a path like a dog whistle… right towards the graveyard. That's why she told Allison that she knew where the werewolves would be tonight. And I knew exactly what would happen when they got there.

A mighty crash brings me back to the present.

I spin around and bring my arms up to cover my face from the sudden smashing window, where an empty wheelchair sat, covered in debris.

Peter Hale was sprinting away from the hospital, no longer paralysed…

No longer human.

The pit of my stomach dropped out: I had found the Alpha. And I knew right where he was headed.

A.N.

Hi guys! It's been awhile, I know I said I'd try to write more, but my work load has been insane recently. I think 3B coming back on tv has inspired me to get a move on with this haha!
Anyway, thanks for all the follows since the last chapter came out, I really appreciate it. Please review if you can!
Update soon! (: xx