All righty, here's chapter 4, for those who asked for it. And if you didn't, oh well, ENJOY IT ANYWAY, lol.

Isaac

I slam the thick and dusty tome shut making a thunderous sound in the abandoned, except for us, train warehouse. Erica and Boyd turn to spare me a glance. Boyd gives me a blank look followed by an eye roll and returns to pouring through the boring and useless shit Derek makes us read about the kanima. Erica, however, sighs as she puts her own book down and approaches me. She sits on the floor next to me and crosses her legs.

"You need to concentrate on finding a way to kill this thing," she says gently which is a surprise since she has been giving me a hard time about Hayley lately. All of a sudden though, I am charity case number one. Great.

"I can't," I run my hands through my hair in desperation. "She is all I had that kept me sane. Normal even. Now, she probably hates me. We can't even be friends."

I can tell she is suppressing a groan. "Unless you want Derek to bite her too, then I suggest you get over it." With those encouraging words, she gets up and returns to leafing through the books.

Unable to concentrate on the task Derek left us with, I get up from my corner and head outside needing some fresh air. Neither Erica nor Boyd says anything as I stomp up the stairs and head outside. Breaking up with Hayley has been one of the hardest things I have ever done. She has been there for me through thick and thin. Granted, at first I could tell I was only one more of her projects. One more broken soul she was determined to fix. To me, she became a beacon of hope I could see through the storm that was my life. Her big amber colored eyes were all I could see in the darkness as I clawed at the walls of my prison. She was my salvation. But she can't save me now.

I don't regret taking the bite. When Derek offered it to me first, I did think he was high on meth or something. Werewolves? They are the stuff of mythology, of scary films. He showed me otherwise and opened my eyes to a whole new world. A world of power. A world where I could protect those I love. Hayley.

Taking a deep breath of clean and damp air, I try to put her out of my mind. The last thing I should be doing is thinking of her. It's going to make moving on all that much harder. It's for the best. To keep her safe. I repeat to myself over and over as I step on wet leaves and dig the heel of my shoe into the mud. Every time I blink, I see her eyes full of hurt as I broke up with her tonight. She doesn't deserve this…

"The kanima has taken an interest in her," Derek had told me when I was postponing breaking up with Hayley. "You saw it follow her after work. I need you to concentrate on finding a way to kill it. Being with her is not helping."

"Wouldn't it make more sense that he stay with her? Keep a close eye on the brat." Lydia had surprised us all by speaking up for my relationship with Hayley when we all know they don't get along too well. "What?" She protested as we all stared at her. "If you break up with her, we'll never hear the end of it. She'll bitch and moan." She shrugged nonchalantly.

No one protested. Not even Stiles, who had been glaring at Derek and me for the entire night. Everyone knows Hayley is not the type of person to suffer in silence. She likes to share her feelings.

It was then that Derek said the only thing that would convince me to rip Hayley's and my heart out. "You'll hurt her; you're too young and inexperienced. One day you will lose control around her. You wanted to protect her? Break it off."

After that conversation, I began to pull away from her. We didn't hang out like we used to and for a while I avoided almost all physical contact for fear that I would injury her if we got too carried away. Of course it hadn't been easy or even possible, for we did have sex a week before breaking up. The whole time, I kept worrying about hurting her, but knowing that our time together was up, I couldn't leave without being with her at least one more time. Afterwards, I couldn't help myself and practically broke down telling her how much I loved her. Then, I went and broke her heart. But this was for the best.

As I continue my aimless walk, I can't help recall the first time she spoke to me. I have known Hayley all my life. From kindergarten to high school. I always envied how happy she was despite the tragedy of losing her mother at a young age. I wished to be like her and smile despite life's adversities. And since seventh grade, I began harboring a crush on her. Not once did she give me the time of day until our sophomore year, though. I have always been an outcast fearful of friendship or any kind of relationship. If my own father could hurt me, why wouldn't other kids my age?

So talking to Hayley gave me an anxiety attack every time I thought about approaching her. Instead, I watched her from afar. Every morning, she would congregate with the populars. Her eyes would scan the hallway as she listened to the amusing tales of her friends. Briefly she would look at me and smile, but her eyes never wavered long enough. I didn't hold her interest. Until after the lacrosse game two years ago.

I joined the team not with the hopes of playing, I spent all my time on the bench listening to Stiles complain that his best friend, Scott, had suddenly gotten better at lacrosse. No, I had no interest in the sport, but it was expected of me to play a sport. Camden was swim captain during his high school years. And my father expected me to follow my brother's footsteps, with the exception of getting myself killed in combat. Besides, practice always ran late after school. The less time I spent home, the better. However, that night one of our team mates was injured by a brute from the opposing team. Coach Finstock didn't even think twice before calling my name. It was either me or Stiles the obnoxious.

As it turned out, I was all right at the game. Spending so much time watching and analyzing my team mates movements helped me more than actually playing. With minutes to spare, I helped Scott score the winning goal. In a daze, I could feel hands slapping my back in a congratulatory manner when suddenly a small and warm hand stood out from all the others. Her touch gave me a pleasant shock that sent all my nerves tingling, or perhaps it was the lingering adrenaline from the game.

"Hi," her lips moved and curved up in a smile showing her perfectly white teeth. "Nice game. You and Scotty make quite a team!" She gave out an angelic and delicate laughter that left me mesmerized and hoping, praying even, to hear it again. "I'm sorry. I'm Hayley Stil…"

"I know who you are," I managed to gasp out which sounded like I was being rude. But I was merely stating the truth. How could I not know who she is? I had been watching her for years.

To my relief, she didn't walk away. "And you are Isaac Lahey." She gave me another smile.

All I could do was nod too shocked to formulate another response. How did she know my name? Had I been wrong, and I wasn't completely invisible to her? My insecurities acted up then knocking down any sort of joy that began to build up in my chest. She probably heard of me: The Grave Digger. Since taking the job working at the cemetery, my peers taunted me. I didn't care. That job kept me out of the house even more.

"Hello?" She waved her hand in front of my eyes and shouted above the roaring sounds of the celebration still going on around us. I hadn't realized how loud it was until then. "You all right? Cat got your tongue?" She chuckled and shifted uncomfortably when I said nothing else. "Well, I just wanted to say congrats. See you around, Isaac."

With another gentle smile, she turned around to leave. I was practically berating myself as I watched her join Allison, Scott, and Stiles, her twin brother. What the hell was wrong with me? For years I had been working the courage to utter a 'hi' and when the opportunity was presented to me, I could only act like a fool. Knowing that I probably wouldn't get another chance to talk to her, I followed after her. Before she reached her friends, I caught up to her and gently touched her shoulder.

"I, huh, thank you?" I said lamely as she met my eyes.

Her eyes lit up with amusement at my awkwardness, no doubt. "You're welcome." She briefly turned to her friends and seemed to communicate something with them because she turned around and invited me to join them in the celebration.

The night had been a bit awkward; my only comfort was that Stiles and Scott seemed to feel out of place too surrounded by the populars that most often were our tormentors. The only reason the night didn't turn out a complete disaster was that Hayley spent quite some time next to me. If not always talking, her presence made me feel right at home. Watching her smile and interact with people made me realize that I was falling hard for her. My feelings were pathetic of course because in what dimension would Hayley date me? ME? The Grave Digger.

"Isaac, would you like to join my club?" She had said at some point during the night taking some time off from bickering with Lydia Martin. Hearing my name come out of her lips sounded magical.

"Oh not this again, Hale." Stiles, who had been sitting next to her watching Lydia dreamily, groaned. "Your club scares the crap out of people. Who wants to share their feelings?"

She had narrowed her eyes and pursed her lips, which made her look adorable, before throwing a fry at her brother's face. "First of all, Stilinski, don't call me Hale. I do not wish to be associated with that cocksu…" She met my eyes and looked away blushing. "Sorry. I don't want to curse in front of you."

I had shrugged. Curses had been thrown at me my entire life. Hearing them not directed at me felt nice.

"Anyway, I am not associated with Derek Hale. So find another nickname brother dear." After another fry at Stiles face, she turned to me. "My club is not like Stiles makes it sound. You don't have to share anything if you don't want to. You can just listen."

I had frowned. "Listen to what?"

"Basically, a bunch of losers get together to talk about how pathetic their life is." Jackson sneered sitting down next to Hayley and throwing his arm around her. "Our girl shouldn't be hanging out with losers. And neither should you." He eyed Scott and Stiles. "You have potential. Don't let those losers ruin you."

"Go suck lip with Lydia," Hayley removed his arm from her shoulder and rolled her eyes. "If you want to know more about my club, without the intervention of my idiot brother and an idiot, just let me know."

I didn't understand why Hayley wanted me to join her club, but I did anyway. As it turned out, it was like Jackson and Stiles described it, without the loser part. Hayley's club was about getting teens to talk about hardships. Some were bullied, and they talked about what it felt like. Others had addictions, or, like Hayley and me, had lost someone. Basically, they shared their feelings and life. I thought it was a noble thing of Hayley to do, give those strangers a safe place where they could express themselves without fear of being ridiculed because they weren't.

"Wouldn't some of them be faking needing help just to hear about other people's problems and then gossip about it?" I had asked Hayley after the first meeting. She had told me they met every Tuesday afternoon because she had softball practice all the other days.

"No," she had stayed behind to talk to me. I didn't let that simple notion get my hopes up of ever getting somewhere with her. I knew Hayley, despite being at the top of the social ladder, was not evil or mean. "All members get a special invitation by a teacher or me."

"Special invitation?" It was then that I knew I was just a project to her. I was just like any other member of her club. A screw up.

"Yes, someone who is struggling…" she trailed off, her eyes widening in shock as she saw my grimace. "Oh Isaac, I don't mean… I just… I know you lost your mom… And…"

For once, in all the years I observed her, Hayley was silent as she sat in a chair across from mine. Her hands reached out to hold mine, but she seemed to think better of it and let her hands drop on her lap. She sighed and leaned forward so her face was inches away from mine as I was sitting leaning forward with my elbows on my knees. She still said nothing as she looked into my eyes. I got lost in her big amber eyes until I saw the pity she looked at me with. It was then that I knew she knew. Somehow, she had found out.

"Isaac, you don't have to go through this alone." She finally decided to hold my hands, and her warmth was the only thing keeping me from bolting. "I can help you. Let me help you."

I couldn't take the pity, so I left without another word. I didn't know if it was a good or a bad thing that she wanted to help me. I never had anyone to talk to. I was too young when Mom died, and then Camden, the only person I could talk to, left too. Hayley could leave at any moment. Thankfully, she gave me space to think it over. She didn't completely ignore me; she would wave from across the hallway and give me a small smile. After much consideration, I decided to give talking to her a try.

It was a Wednesday, I had missed the meeting from the previous day because my father had been angry and had locked up me in my room. Thank God for small blessings. So, I headed out to the baseball field where I knew I would find her. Seeing her at the batter's box, legs apart, and bat raised ready to hit the ball made my heart go wild. She looked breathtaking, as she always did. But her usually well styled hair was tied up in hidden under the helmet. Instead of wearing impeccable and uncomfortable looking outfits, she wore a dirty maroon uniform. She was wearing no make-up, and yet there was a raw beauty to her as her eyes narrowed on the ball and her lips were pressed tightly.

Boom! A thunderous sound echoed as she hit the ball with grace yet precision knocking it out of the field. Without a second of hesitation, she took off to first base. Her long legs seemed to never touch the ground as she sprinted. I couldn't help the shout of excitement that left my lips as I watched her fly through all bases and making it home. I clapped and shouted along with her teammates and friends watching from the stand. She suddenly met my eyes, and I waved still grinning like an idiot. She waved back and gave me another dazzling smile showing her teeth.

I could have watched her play all day. Her graceful yet powerful movements had me staring open mouthed. When practice ended, I scanned the crowd and thought I saw a tall figure in the shadows of the trees, but when I blinked it was gone replaced by the sight of Hayley racing towards me. She stopped a couple of feet from still smiling radiantly after a good day of practice.

"Hi," she greeted breathlessly as she fanned herself with her hands. "Hot, isn't it?"

I only smiled. She was completely drenched in sweat and her face was blushed. Her hair was all over the place, but she didn't seem to care. Just when I thought I couldn't find any more reasons to fall for her, she proved me wrong. Hayley Stilinski inspired such trust in me because she was that perfect girl you saw in movies. The popular smart girl whom everyone loves but without the bitchiness. Maybe that's what inspired me to spill my guts out to her.

"Do you still want to help me?" I said quietly as we neared the parking lot, where Stiles was waiting for her.

She stopped walking and turned to stare at me bewildered. "Yes. Only if you want to. I don't want to push you."

I nodded and opened my mouth to speak, but Stiles honked just then. "Ley-ley! Come on. I'm missing some serious video game time!"

Hayley groaned and turned to glare at her brother with her hands on her hips. "Stop it with the stupid nicknames! And Goddamn it Stiles, get a life!"

"I would if I didn't have to babysit you!"

"Screw yourself, Stiles!"

"I can't perform that activity!"

"You're disgusting!"

I couldn't help but laugh at their bickering earning back Hayley's attention. She frowned before joining me in the fit of laughter until we couldn't breathe.

"I'll… I'll give… you my number," she said still breathless after the laughter fit. "You can call me any time."

She pulled a pen from her bag and scribbled her number on my forearm followed by a cute and small heart. Locking her eyes back on mine, she smiled and pulled me into a hug. I couldn't help grimacing as her hands rested on my back. Last night's beating was still fresh on my flesh, but thankfully she didn't notice. I would take the pain any and every day just to be that close to her again. She stepped away too quickly and then waved goodbye still shouting at her brother.

"I'm going to give you the beating of a lifetime, Stiles." She said as she opened the door to the passenger's seat. Their bickering voices soon faded away as Stile's beat up blue jeep pulled out of the school's parking lot.

I planned to call her that night. But again, my father was in a foul mood. Sometimes his anger is unfounded. Sometimes he is angry just because, and I become his punching bag. His stress reliever. I received another beating. More bruises upon my already bruised flesh. As I took the beating, my mind kept screaming at me to defend myself. To do something. Why did I have to take the beating? I was weak. I wasn't strong enough to stand up to my father.

When he finally became too exhausted, he locked me up in my room again. I lay on the floor for a while unable to move, wishing to just be numb and not feel a thing. Wishing to be with Camden and mom. At some point, I limped to the bathroom and turned on the light. The first thing I saw was Hayley's number still scrawled on my arm. A crazy thought formulated in my head. Still in pain, I managed to climb out the window when my father went to sleep. The thought of getting to Hayley's house, to see her, to talk to her, pushed me to pedal despite the pain on my back. By the time I reached her block, I stopped to think. I couldn't just show up at the Sheriff's.

One, it was late. He wouldn't let me see Hayley. Two, he would demand and explanation. If he saw the bruises, he would arrest my father. Maybe that wasn't such a bad thing. But the thought of ending up in a foster home scared me more than my father. Thankfully, the Sheriff's car wasn't in the driveway. Of course it could mean it was inside the garage, but the garage looked too small to hold the Sheriff's car and Stiles' blue jeep. Since Stiles had no life, it was improbable he was out while the Sheriff's car was inside. Either way, knowing Hayley was so close, I didn't even think about the consequences.

I pulled out my phone and dialed Hayley's. She picked up on the fourth ring.

"Hello?" She didn't sound sleepy, so that meant I hadn't woken her up. "Hellooo?" She repeated.

For some reason, I couldn't bring myself to speak. What could I say? Why had I come? This was a mistake.

"Isaac?" She asked tentatively just as I was about to hang up. "Is that you Isaac?"

"Hi," I whispered as I looked at her house. All lights were off except for two on the second floor. "Sorry. I shouldn't have called. It's late."

"No," she chuckled. "It's fine. I was wondering when you'd call. How are you?"

I paused. I am in pain. But I don't know what you can do to help. "I'm outside your house." I blurted out. "Look out your window."

"You're… what?" The curtains from the window above the garage moved and Hayley's silhouette appeared. "I think I see you… What are you… Hold on, I'm going to open the door."

Before I could protest, she hung up and moved away from the window. With a sigh and no other option other than bolt back home where I would only receive another beating, I limped towards the door. On the doorstep, I left my bike and waited for Hayley to open. Behind the door, I could hear voices.

"…I will spit in your cereal when you're not looking. Understood?" She said as she opened the door revealing Stiles standing behind Hayley wearing blue boxers and white t-shirt. "Come in, Isaac."

"Hmm, maybe this wasn't a good idea." I mumbled looking anywhere but at Hayley.

"None sense."

"You think?" Stiles said at the same time Hayley spoke. "What do you think Dad will do if he finds him here? He'll shot me and him both! I'm more afraid of his gun than your spit in my cereal, Ley-ley."

"Dad is working late, Stiles." She rolled her eyes as she pulled me by the arm. I tried to not wince. "Besides, this will just be a moment. No go back to playing Wolfman."

He did his famous spastic movements where he flails his arms all over. "The hell I'm not. You think I'm going to leave you alone with a very attractive boy? Psh. You're nuts."

"Stiles," Hayley turned on her brother. "If you don't go upstairs, plug in your headphones, and play your stupid game, I will tell Dad you and Scott are hanging out with Derek Hale. You'll get sent to military school, where you will not survive, and I will still be here with this attractive boy."

Stiles stared at Hayley for a while as if trying to decipher whether she was serious or not. After a second of deliberation and another spastic episode, he pointed his finger at her. "I hate you sometimes." Then to me he said, "I hope you brought condoms. I will not babysit her spawn."

"Stiles, go away!" Hayley blushed deeply and shoved her brother towards the stairs.

I could tell him that there was no reason for him to worry. Even if I was in any shape of intercourse, I couldn't just do it with Hayley. I didn't know her, and we weren't involved. Besides, I was very much a virgin and would have had no idea what to do. When Stiles slammed the door to his room shut, Hayley turned to me; her face still sported a slight blush.

"So, um, want something to drink?" She pulled her fuzzy robe tighter around her concealing her pink tank top and white, pink polka dotted shorts. Without waiting for a response, she padded barefoot towards the kitchen, and I followed closely. "Water? Juice? Dad has tequila somewhere." She chuckled and waited for my response.

"Water, please." I still couldn't get over how weird it was to be in her house. It was small and cluttered, but one could tell it was a loving home. There were photos on all the shelves of Hayley and Stiles growing up. Photos from school plays, portraits, and even candid shots of the three Stilinskis adorned the house. The sight made me ache in a totally different way. What would it have been like to have grown up in a family like Hayley's? I would never know.

"Sorry for the mess," she said touching my shoulder and handing me a bottle of cold water. "We are messy people." She chuckled and when I didn't say anything, she led me to a couch where she sat next to me. "So, um, thanks for visiting. This is unexpected."

"Yeah, I'm sorry. I don't know…"

"Oh no, it's ok. Really. I'm glad to see you again." She smiled as she rested her head on her hand. Her hair fell over her face. The sincerity and warmth I could see in her eyes gave me the courage to tell her everything.

Once I started, I couldn't stop. I began with when Mom died, Dad was too grief stricken to function. Camden raised me, practically. Until Dad finally snapped out of it, but he wasn't the same. He yelled more often, he demanded respect, he demanded perfect children. When he didn't get what he wanted, he would become violent. Camden always made sure to take the worst blows, but the day came when he couldn't stand it anymore. He enlisted leaving me with Dad, who became enraged that his perfect son had left him. I told her of the nights locked up in the basement, inside a cooler, clawing at the walls until blood oozed out of my fingertips. Kicking and screaming to no avail.

As I continued with my story, Hayley's eyes gradually became shocked, terrified and full of pity. I didn't like pity, but then again, why had I come if not for that?

"Isaac," Hayley's voice broke as she reached out to me. "Did he hurt you tonight?"

I could only nod. And before I knew it, Hayley was sobbing. She threw her arms around me and buried her face in the crook of my neck as she continued to cry. I enveloped her in my arms. Maybe this was why I had come. Not for pity but comfort. Of course it seemed I was the one doing the comforting as I patted her head, but feeling her close to me, made me feel a lot better.

"You have to tell someone, Isaac." She said after she composed herself pulling away to look at me.

"I just did." I said hoping she would return to my arms.

She shook her head as she wiped her face and nose with the sleeve of her robe. "No. You have to tell someone who can help you."

"You said you could." I protested recalling her words from the week before after her club meeting.

"I am helping you," she held my hands in her and squeezed gently. "I am giving you good advice. Once you tell the right people, you and I could talk. I could help you through this."

I pulled away and shook my head. "I can't tell anyone. He's the only family I have. The only reason I told you is because I thought I could trust you." My words sounded harsh. I rose to my feet ready to leave unable to handle the hurt in her eyes.

She rose to her feet too and once again held my hands. "You can trust me." She remained silent for a couple of seconds. "If you don't want to tell anyone, you don't have to. Yet. I'll be here if you ever need me. No matter the time, you can always come here."

And so I did. Whenever Dad would become violent, I ran to Hayley. She held me in her arms as I told her of the latest beating recalling everything with vivid detail. Often she would cry. She cried for me. While I didn't want her to cry, I felt good knowing she cared. I felt loved. And somehow, she did fall in love with me. Somewhere along the way, we fell for each other; of course it didn't take much for me. We started dating, and I was the happiest. Slowly, she pulled me out of my shell. I began to let people in. The term 'grave digger' wasn't thrown at me anymore. The past two years have been the best of my life. I wanted a life, a future with Hayley, but I had lost it all when I took the bite.

Still drowning in my self-pity, I don't realize that it started pouring again or where I'm going until I look up and find myself across the street from Hayley's house. All lights are off, and the driveway is empty. The Sheriff must be working late, and the Stilinski siblings must still be at Lydia's party. For a moment I consider heading to Lydia's just to check on Hayley. I quickly dismiss it. Seeing her won't help the situation. I might just beg her to forgive me and take me back. She might just do it, and I will put her in danger. The buzzing of my phone snaps me out of my miserable thoughts. Stiles name flashes on the screen, and I consider ignoring his call.

He probably wants to curse me to hell and back for breaking Hayley's heart. But what if something has happened to her?

"Stiles," I try to sound calm while my heart is thumping wildly with the thought of my Hayls hurt.

"Is Hayley with you?" His voice is strained a bit slurry with alcohol, but I can definitely catch the tone of fear confirming my fear of Hayley hurt.

"No," I run up to her house and climb the tree next to her house. I jump from a nearby branch to her window and pry it open. After my first visit to her house, she always left the window unlocked for me. I guess after tonight she will be locking it. "I'm at your house. She's not here. Did you try her cellphone?"

"Of course I did! If she had answered I wouldn't be… Wait, you're at my house? You creep. Don't go through her underwear you sicko!"

"Stiles!" I growl as I jump out of her window and take a deep breath trying to find her scent. "Concentrate. Hayley could be in trouble."

"You think the thing got to her?" He gulps loudly, and he mutters something that sounds like 'Dad is going to skin me alive. I'm the worst babysitter.'

"No," I say through my teeth as my body shakes with anger. If that thing touched my Hayls, I will rip its head off with my bare teeth. "Have Scott sniff her out. I'll be there soon."

With that, I take off towards Lydia's house. It doesn't take me long to get there. With the nagging thought of Hayley in trouble, I push my legs to run faster than they ever have run before, and for the first time in a while, I am glad for who I am: werewolf. By the time I get to Lydia's neighborhood, Scott, Allison, Stiles and Lydia are standing in the middle of the street a block away from Lydia's house. It has stopped pouring, but Lydia looks miserable, and drunk. Allison glares at me as I get near while Scott and Stiles are in a heated argument.

"Stiles, calm down bro." Scott says trying to keep Stiles from digging a hole on the road. "At least she's with Derek and not the kanima."

"Hayley is with Derek?" I ask puzzled. Soon it became evident to me that Hayley and Derek hated each other. Well, maybe hate is a strong word. They definitely couldn't stand each other. If she finds out I am in Derek's pack, she will hate me forever. I suppress a sigh. How thin must the line between love and hate be?

"Yes, and I swear if he hurts her…" Stiles doesn't finish what he's saying because he has Derek on the phone. They bicker and shout at each other. It seems that the dislike for Derek Hale runs in the Stilinski family. Not even the Sheriff likes him because of Derek's past crimes.

At first, Derek was intimidating, but I think I have grown used to him and now look up to him like I wish I could look up to my own father. It's weird, yes, but he's the only authority figure I've ever had.

"He hung up on me! Rude!" Stiles shouts at the phone.

"All right," Scott sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. "I know you don't want Hayley close to Derek, but she's capable of taking care of herself."

"Not in the way I last saw her," Allison protests glaring pointedly at me. "You really screwed her over, Isaac. She's drunk out of her freaking mind."

"We all are!" Lydia shouts. "We are in no shape to hunt her down. She's safe with Derek. Let's call it a night."

"I'm going to find her," I tell Allison as her accusation begins to gnaw at me. I have to at least make sure she's ok. "And I'll take her home."

"I'm going too." Stiles nods fervently as he pulls his car keys out.

"Let's split up then," Scott suggests looking at Lydia pleadingly.

"Isaac and I will go to the Hale house," Stiles suggests glaring murderously at me. I may be charity case number one among my pack, but among Hayley's, I am the most hated person in the world.

"We'll run around town," Scott nods and takes Lydia and Allison with him.

Stiles and I ride in silence for half the drive. The silence becomes too uncomfortable that I try small talk, but Stiles is in no mood. He simply glares from time to time at me.

"I swear if your alpha hurt her…" He trails off and grips the steering wheel. "You know, I swore to protect that girl. How do you think I feel right now, Isaac? Ley-ley is hurting, and I can't punch the hell out of you or Derek because I'll get rip to shreds. So could you two at least make it easy for me and not hurt my little sister?"

"I'm sorry Stiles," is all I say as we pull into the driveway of the burned Hale house. "I love her more than anything. That's why I'm doing this."

Stiles just stares at me for a while then jumps out of the car. "Hayley, are you in here?" He calls out as we step into the abandoned house.

I roll my eyes. "Idiot, of course she is." We already established she would be with Derek, and I feel the pull of the alpha. "I can smell her." That's also a plus. I can smell alcohol, honey, her perfume of lilies and… sweat.

"I was just making sure your Alpha hasn't killed her." He snaps back, and I wish to reprimand him for saying the word alpha. The last thing we want is to let Hayley know of the existence of the supernatural. Of course mentioning that I can smell her doesn't help matters. Either way, I have the feeling that shit is about to hit the fan tonight.

Turning a corner, I find Hayley facing Derek and still wearing her glittering gold dress from the party. Her hair is damp and tangled, possibly from the rain. Seeing her again makes my heart ache, and I suppress the urge to run to her and envelop her in my arms.

"Hayley?" I ask tentatively afraid that she will lash out at me. Slowly she turns to face me and my heart breaks.

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