Hey! Sorry for the little break I took! I have been trying to catch up on my summer reading for school! I have to read extremely boring books, but hey, maybe they'll give me some new vocabulary to use for my stories, haha!:) Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, and the next shall be up soon!

By the way, is anyone else SO sad about the Teen Wolf mid-season finale? I know that the episodes will start coming on again in January, but I'm still sad about waiting so long:'( Hopefully I can just drown myself in fanfiction until it airs!:D

"These are ultra-sonic emitters. It's one of the tools we use to corral werewolves, pushing them into a direction we want them to run." Chris explained to us, placing an emitter in the ground. He brought his hand to the top of it and pushed down on a button. It began to glow, but didn't make any noise. At least not to me.

"It gives off a high-pitched frequency that only they can hear." He continued. "No kidding!" Isaac groaned from behind me. I whipped my head around to see the three werewolves pressing their hands tightly to their ears, trying to block out the sound. I chuckled. "For once I'm glad to be on team human."

"These are gonna drive them to the school?" Derek questioned, as if not believing him as Chris handed each of us two emitters. Chris nodded. "And then it's up to you to get them in the basement."

"Does anyone else want to rethink the plan where we just, um, kill them?" Isaac asked innocently. I smirked slightly as Scott eyed him. "It's going to work." Scott convinced him. He turned to look at Derek, who was watching him with disbelieving eyes. "It'll work." Scott repeated.

I folded my arms, now realizing something as Chris shut the trunk of his car. "You know, I'm not going to be able to run all the way to the school. I might be healthy, but I'm not a werewolf." I pointed out. Isaac rolled his eyes but smiled, holding both of his arms straight out in front of him. I bit my lip and smiled as I hopped into them. Derek and Scott took off running as Chris got into the car.

Isaac began to rampage through the forest. He scared me to death the couple times he almost ran into trees, but I still stayed in the warmth of his arms. Isaac stopped for a moment, bending down to place an emitter in the ground. We kept running until we reached the front of the school, and I placed my last emitter right where we were.

"Guys!" I heard Scott's voice call out. He ran over to us as Isaac put me down on the ground. My legs felt weak from being carried for so long, and they collapsed slightly. Isaac quickly caught me, steadying me for a moment. "You okay?" Isaac asked me with a small smile. I nodded. "I'm good."

Scott, ignoring our exchange, turned to Isaac. "Help me get this open." He said, pointing to the school's front doors. Isaac nodded, and with a couple moments of pushing, the doors flew open. I bit my lip in worry. "You know, I'm not sure how I feel about breaking and entering in my high school." I mumbled. Scott smirked at me. "We've done it before. Actually, a lot of times." He came to the realization.

I rolled my eyes. "Student of the year right here."

Scott chuckled. "Alright. Let's go."

"Lucy! Run!" Derek yelled as I saw Boyd and Cora coming down the school hallway in my direction. "Shit." I muttered before I turned around and began to run past the lockers. I felt a clawed hand grab my arm, and my skin was impaled. I turned around to face Boyd, who roared in my face. I struggled to free myself from his grasp, but he quickly took his other hand and slammed my body into the lockers. I shrieked in pain, and off in the distance, I saw Derek battling Cora.

Just as Boyd was about to tear my throat open, a body slammed against mine, causing me to fall on the ground. Isaac landed on top of me as we both fell, just in time to see Scott and Chris come to help.

"You want us," Derek growled. "Then come and get us." Together, Derek and Scott ran downstairs to the boiler room, Boyd and Cora on their tails. Once Boyd and Cora were out of sight. I placed a hand on my heart to restart it. Isaac climbed off of me and helped me get up. "You're bleeding." He murmured gently as I arose from the ground. I looked at the five puncture holes on my arm, dripping with blood.

"I think I'll live." I murmured back with a smile. Isaac chuckled. "Thank God." He said sarcastically.

"I hope this works." I sighed as we walked through a dark hallway together. Isaac stopped by a window and turned me to face him. I looked up at him uncertainly. He didn't speak one word.

I felt Isaac's hand grab my hips roughly and pull my body tightly to his as he pressed his lips to mine. My eyes were wide open with shock, but as soon as I realized I wouldn't be able to escape his grasp, they closed slightly. My lips began to move with his uncontrollably. I didn't want to give him the wrong idea, but what we were doing seemed so right.

His body ground against mine and my cruel body decided to send an involuntary moan out of my throat. Isaac smiled against my lips, thinking this was what I wanted. His hands traveled low and I whimpered slightly. There wasn't a spark when I kissed him. I used to kiss Isaac and my whole body felt like it just blew up with happiness and love. I would feel special and beautiful. Now I just feel tired, and grimy. The blood continued to run down my arm, which didn't help the situation at all.

After what seemed like hours, Isaac finally released my hips and pulled away, a lop-sided smile on his face. I bit my lip and looked at the ground as he stared at me. "What?" He questioned self-consciously. I sighed, frowning at my feet. "Why did you do that?" I asked him.

"Because I love you." Isaac murmured back. "And I'm glad you're okay."

"Well, you can show that you're glad I'm okay in other ways." I said in an annoyed tone. The smile dropped from his face. "Y-you kissed back." He whispered.

I shook my head. "Isaac, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have given you the wrong idea."

Isaac looked at me for a moment before his face hardened. "I get it. Thanks, Lucy." He said in a robotic tone. I grimaced. "I'm sorry, Isa-"

"Let me go tell Scott the sun's coming up." He interrupted me. "Just-just wait up here."

I nodded uncertainly and watched him walk away. I sighed. I didn't know what the hell I was going to do.

"So what is Derek going to do with the bodies until they wake up?" I asked Isaac tentatively in the car as he drove me home. I had the break the awkward silence somehow. He shrugged indifferently. "Keep them at the loft, I don't know." I pursed my lips, nodding my head slowly.

"I'm just glad that's over with." Isaac sighed as he arrived at my apartment. "I'm glad everything's over with." He muttered in a lower tone. I nodded, biting my lip slightly. "Hey Isaac, can we talk?" I murmured to him, looking at my feet. He turned off the car. "Sounds good to me." Isaac shrugged indifferently, not showing any emotion. He was putting up a tough facade. I shook my head. "Uh, maybe inside?"

Isaac frowned, but agreed. Once inside, I sat down on my bed, and he sat beside me. "So?" Isaac raised his eyebrows in a questioning manner. I hadn't realized that I was staring at him until he broke me from my trance. "Oh, right. Sorry." I muttered under my breath before looking up at him. "I just-I noticed things have been sort of tense between us ever since... Everything. And-and the kiss.." I began.

A small glimmer of hope appeared in Isaac's eyes. I bit my lip. I was giving him the wrong idea. I had to get to the point. "I want it to be clear that after everything that happened these past four months, I forgive you. I am over it, and I want to be friends."

Isaac's face fell as I said the word 'friends'. "So you invited me up here just to tell me you're glad we're friends?" He sneered. I didn't say anything, only waiting for his reaction.

Isaac began to get up from the bed, walking toward the door. "Stop, Isaac." I sighed. He paused at the door and turned around, a look of hurt evident on his face. I patted the spot on the bed next to me again. "Please." I breathed. Reluctantly, he came back over and sat beside me. I took both of his hands and looked him in the eyes as I spoke. "I know we aren't friends. We'll never be friends."

He rolled his eyes, as if congratulating me on pointing out the obvious. I squeezed his hand slightly before continuing. "Because we are more than that. We always will be. We have something... Different. Something nobody will ever be able to change." I said meaningfully to him. He nodded emotionlessly.

We both stood up and looked at each other awkwardly for a moment. Before I could say anything else, Isaac engulfed me in a large hug. I returned it, burying my face in his chest. I breathed in his scent. The scent that makes my heart sing. The scent that gives me hope even in the darkest hour. I smiled against his chest as I felt his nose bury itself in my hair.

"Why are you smelling my hair?" I murmured in a joking manner. I heard a chuckle above me. "Am not." He responded. I grinned as we separated. "Thank you." I said to Isaac. He simply nodded before walking toward the door. Before leaving, Isaac turned around and sighed. His eyes looked tired, and his face looked pained. "I just wanted to let you know that you were my anchor tonight." He said to me. I frowned. "What?" I asked. He sighed again. "For the full moon."

With that, the blue-eyed boy walked out of the room, carefully shutting the door behind him. I took a deep breath.

As I tried to fall asleep that night, for the two hours I had before I had to get ready for school, I thought to myself, what if I didn't have Isaac? What if I never did, and was never a part of this hell that the others call normal? I'd just be another girl in high school. There would be nothing different about me. I'd probably be dating a bonehead lacrosse player. I'd hang out with girls like Lydia. Well, girls like the old Lydia.

Thinking about all of this, I suddenly realized that I am eternally grateful for Isaac being a part of my life, as well as the others. He helped me find out who I am. I don't have to pretend to be someone I'm not. I was wrong before. This is the life I want, and it's the life I chose. Nothing will change that.