Disclaimer: Teen wolf does not belong to me in any way, shape or form. A kinda quick update for you all, yay (and also on christmas... another yay). I hope you all have a wonderful Christmas my lovely readers, and a big thanks to all the support and the reviews, it means the entire world. I hope you like this next chapter.

Thankfully, Lydia stayed put in the hospital this time.

Despite her tiredness, she kept an eye on her friend the entire night. Well, most of the night. At some point, she must have succumbed to exhaustion because when she woke up bright and early in the morning, she was lying opposite Lydia in the hospital bed, their faces just centimetres apart.

"Oh" she muttered, seeing Lydia already awake and staring deep into her very soul, "good morning".

"Good morning" Lydia greeted, not moving away, leaving Kayla to wonder how she got into the bed. Her memory less than reliable.

"As if I'd let you sleep on that God-awful chair" Lydia piped up, as if reading her mind. "You clearly need your beauty sleep. You're getting bags under your eyes, you know".

She believed her. She could feel how heavy her eyes felt. Days of only getting naps now and again finally catching up with her.

"Don't go for any more naked jaunts through the woods then and maybe I could sleep easy".

Lydia rolled her eyes at her quip. "Oh honey, I was only gone two days. Those bags have been brewing for months".

She chuckled under her breath, pushing herself up in the bed and rubbed her eyes, running a hand through her tuggy hair that no doubt looked like a rat's nest. Confident enough to know if she looked as bad as she felt, then she probably looked pretty darn awful.

"I'm getting home today" Lydia beamed, sitting up too, "a little dehydration can't keep me down".

It was a lot more than just a little dehydration, but she knew Lydia was downplaying what she went through as a coping mechanism. Plastering a smile on her face despite the fact she probably just wanted to sit and cry.

"That's great" Kayla humoured her, "but just, uh… stay safe and keep your door locked-"

"Why?" Lydia rolled her eyes, "in case I try my hand at public nudity again?"

"No, because Beacon Hills isn't safe" she replied, "and I don't want you getting hurt again".

Translation – 'I don't want any hunters or whatever the hell Brian's parents are to come and murder you in cold blood'.

Lydia pursed her lips, giving her a thorough glance over. "I'll be fine".

She really hoped that was true.

"Good" she smirked, "because I can't always be saving your ass, you know".

"With an ass like mine? Oh honey, you'll be begging to save it".

Well… she couldn't disagree with that. Lydia was gorgeous, after all.

Her phone shrilly ringing on the bedside table cut between them and when she reached over to pick it up she saw her Aunt's name on the screen.

Things were still tense between them all, especially with her mom. She didn't have the energy to deal with whatever family drama or secrets there could be this time, so let it ring out.

Unfortunately, her aunt was persistent, and she kept ringing.

However, Kayla was stubborn, and if it wasn't for Lydia sighing and grabbing it from her grip and answering it in her place, she would have continued to ignore it.

"Hello, Kayla's phone" Lydia greeted, ignoring Kayla's glare. "Yeah, she's right here. I'll pass you over".

Her friend shoved the phone back in her grip, smiling innocently. "It's your aunt".

She bit the bullet and held it up to her ear, muttering a tired and fed-up "hello?"

"Morning Kayla" her aunt Jane said chipperly, obviously trying to put the friction behind them, "I know it's early. I hope I didn't wake you".

"If you had, you'd know about it".

"Well, uh… I know things are still a little off and awkward, but your mom and I were talking, and we think it would be a good idea if you came home".

Now that caught her off guard, the phone nearly slipping from her grasp.

"Excuse me?"

"It's a confusing time for you, and your mom – and I – know it was wrong of us to keep all these things from you. Of course you got angry. But it's time for you to come home, if you're ready".

"Mom doesn't want me home".

"Your mom wants you safe".

She bit back her scoff at that, knowing her mom would rather she drop dead.

"Kayla…" Jane continued, "I want you home. I miss you. Tabby misses you. I… I want us to be okay again".

"And that's great, but as soon as you and Tabby leave I'll be left alone with that bitch-"

"Tabby and I aren't leaving" her aunt interrupted, much to her surprise.

"Wait… what?"

"We're not leaving" Jane said, "if Tabby's dad doesn't want her in his life, then she needs other family around her. That family is you and your mom. We've decided to stay and make Beacon Hills our new home. To make you a priority".

A lot of built-up tension left her shoulders and spine, knowing that one of her problems – her mom – was taken care of. She wouldn't ever have to be alone with her mother again.

"You're staying?" she asked, "you promise?"

"I promise" her aunt vowed, "so… come home. Come home and let us try and be a family again".

Maybe she was being naïve, but she believed her. Because really, deep down, all she really wanted was a loving, caring family. If Jane and Tabby stayed, maybe she could have that. It wasn't like she was going to get that from Derek or her mom, was it?

"Okay" she submitted, hoping she wasn't making a mistake. "I'll be back before school to get ready".

"Thank you Kayla" Jane sighed, "I'll have waffles ready for you".

She ended the call, catching sight of Lydia's relieved look.

"What?"

"Thank God you're going back to that big, beautiful house of yours. Motel living did not suit you one bit. Not sleeping with a silk pillowcase has made your hair all frizzy, and don't even get me started on your crusty elbows. Moisturising isn't an option, it's a necessity, okay?"

She tried to subtly touch her elbows, noticing her skin was a little dry.

"Now shoo, go" Lydia ordered, near enough pushing her out the bed, "go home. Pamper yourself. I'll be fine".

"Are you sure?"

"Yes" Lydia rolled her eyes, "now go, before I kick you out myself".

Surprisingly, she listened. Which was why she ended up outside her house at 6am, still dressed in yesterday's clothes, looking at the front door with a little dread bubbling in her stomach.

Since all the revelations and blow-ups in the past few weeks, she didn't think she would be back here. She thought she would continue motel surfing until looking into legal emancipation – not that she would probably be granted it with her history, but it would have been worth a try. Unable to bear living with an emotionally unavailable mother until she was eighteen.

For now, those plans were on the back burner. Hopefully the presence of her aunt and cousin would smoothen things out a little… like they were one big happy family.

The front door opened and she saw Jane standing there, a wide smile on her face.

"Welcome home Kay".

It still didn't feel like home, and she doubted it ever would, but for now, she supposed, she could try and make it.

She accepted her aunt's warm embrace, inhaling the sweet smell of cinnamon from her jumper.

"I missed you" Jane whispered.

"I missed you too" she admitted quietly, pulling back when she saw her mom come down the stairs, her expression tight and unreadable. Fastening an expensive gold watch to her left wrist.

"If this is going to work, then there needs to be some ground rules" her mom said, casting an uncomfortable glance at her 'unproper' attire, but surprisingly chose to say nothing about it.

"… Okay…?"

"You keep up with school. You turn every assignment in on time. You do not get suspended or expelled. You keep me, or Jane, up to date on your whereabouts. Curfew is eleven pm, and not a single second over. There's a chore chart on the fridge, and I expect it to be completed daily - no ifs, buts or maybes".

Curfews and chore charts felt a little demeaning and childish, but one look from her aunt told her to not dish out any snark.

"Okay. Done" she nodded, much to her mom's surprise.

"Just like that? No arguments or attitude?"

"Why? Are you looking for an excuse to kick me out again?"

She couldn't help it, she really couldn't - having to get a little dig in, especially if she was being treated like an incompetent child. 'Reap what you sow mother', she thought.

Her mom's lips tightened, swallowing the nasty words she no doubt wanted to retaliate with.

"You're on trash duty" she said, brushing past her and towards the kitchen, "and whilst you're at it, throw out what you're wearing. You look like you're going to take your next shift at the street corner".

Her aunt nudged her when she went to open her mouth to retaliate, giving her head a quick shake.

"That woman is insufferable" she grumbled, "I should've stayed motel surfing".

"No, you shouldn't have" her aunt insisted, "you need family around. Now, are you ready for my waffles?"

She smirked, "that's the only reason I came back".

Seeming how it was her first day back home, that Wednesday she - surprisingly - didn't push any boundaries.

She went to school, avoided detention, then came straight home afterwards, having to say no to Stiles asking her to hang out. Instead, she swapped makeout sessions for baking cookies with Tabby, who was delighted to have her home and made her watch Ariel - twice.

It was nice being back in her big comfy bed again, but waking up thursday morning in her room still felt odd. It had all of her things in her, she decorated it how she wished, yet it felt more like a set in a movie. Like it didn't truly belong to her, just one big facade. In all honesty, she felt more at ease in Stiles' room - or maybe it was because his room had him in it, where as hers was empty.

She bounded down the stairs that morning, peaking around the staircase to see her mom and Jane chatting in the kitchen.

"Sorry, can't stay or I'll be late. Gotta walk to school".

"Actually Kayla, about that-" her aunt said, beckoning her into the kitchen, "-your mom and I had a chat and, well..."

A set of car keys was placed in the palm of her hand, much to her confusion.

"What's this?"

"Your new car" her aunt beamed, "you need to get about easily, and it's definitely safer with a car".

"Just don't crash it this time" her mom sighed, "because every car you do, the money comes out of your trust fund".

Ah yes, her trust fund. The thing her mom hated, but legally couldn't deny her. She could control it and oversee it till she turned eighteen, but after that, part of her family's generational wealth would become hers. The only perk of carrying the Hale family name.

Turns out, she was given a Mercedes benz c-class AMG with all black interior. However, she knew it no doubt came with strings.

"What's the catch?" she challenged.

"Don't get pregnant or any STDs" her mom said snarkily, "do you think you can manage that?"

She ignored the not-so-subtle slut shaming over the breakfast table and chose instead to go to school. Their first class of a thursday being Gym class.

She and Allison changed, making idle chit-chat and ignoring everyone's not-so-low-key stares. Whispers of why the girl whose family got burnt alive was still friends with the niece of the woman who did it passing between their lips.

She ignored it, used to being the centre of gossip, but Allison still seemed to struggle, keeping her head down.

"Just ignore them" she advised, before upping her volume, "their lives are so dull and boring and probably sexless, they have nothing else better to do".

Soon, the mutterings died down. Most seemed shamed they got caught, and Allison smiled in thanks.

"I'm always going to be known as the niece of a serial killer, aren't I?"

"So what?" she shrugged, "it's not a bad thing to be feared".

Allison closed her locker, her lips twitching into a smile. "You're just saying that because people are terrified of you".

"I can be nice when I want to be" she said, both leaving the locker room and almost got knocked over by two boys play fighting in the corridor.

"Hey" she snapped, "watch it, dickwads. Unless you want your intestines wrapped around your neck".

"My point exactly" Allison smirked.

They walked into the gymnasium where Scott and Stiles were waiting for them, but as Allison and Scott were meant to be broken up to everyone else but their little group, they stayed at opposite ends, Allison pretending not to look in his direction.

"Hey" Stiles greeted them both, though his eyes remained focused on her, "missed you".

Stiles was always a bit of a sap, but she noticed lately he was getting even more sappier, wearing his heart on his sleeve. His eyes full of adoration and excitement whenever he saw her.

He pulled her in for a kiss, his lips lingering for longer as he breathlessly glanced down at her gym attire and she could feel his attraction spike, his hand dragging around her waist to settle on her hip. Stroking the soft material of her black shorts.

"You're honestly trying to kill me, aren't you?" he groaned, making her smirk.

"It's just shorts Stiles".

"Yeah, but you're in them".

From the corner of her eye she caught Scott rolling his eyes, no doubt fed up of the sexual energy he was sensing passing between them.

Scott leaned in, his gaze a little disturbed.

"I never thought I'd say this, but you two just need to do each other and get it over with".

"Romantic" she remarked with a smirk.

"I smell arousal, remember?" Scott said pointedly, "and you both stink of it".

She probably did, but that was because she was always horny - now realising, it wasn't just because of her teenage hormones, but also because of what she was. Her sexual appetite hungier than most.

"Probably wishing you didn't have those keen werewolf senses now, huh Scotty?"

His nose crinkled, "exactly".

Coach blew his whistle, pointing to the row of mats lined along the gymnasium.

"All right you bunch of little delinquents, listen up. The powers that be have decided you all should learn some self defence, so that's what we'll be doing. I prefer dodgeball, but hey, what do I know" he added sarcastically. "Listen out for your names when I pair you up".

Allison was paired with some kid named Matt Daehler, who smiled kindly over to them.

"He looks creepy" she remarked.

"No, he's nice".

Guess they would agree to disagree.

Scott was paired with a nice girl called Amanda, Stiles with a shy blonde called Erica Reyes and, much to her surprise, the coach finally said "Hale with Lahey. Just don't beat him up too much, I need all my players in tip top condition, okay?"

"I know how to be gentle, coach".

"I've seen the hickies you've left on Stilinski - no you don't".

Okay... he had her there. She was the opposite of gentle.

Stiles was looking at her in panic, his wide eyes flitting between her and Isaac off in the distance.

"What?" she asked.

He gulped nervously. "You're... You're gonna be all up close and personal with Isaac Lahey".

"What do you have against that poor guy?" she laughed.

"He's-He's weird. And tall".

"You're tall" she offered up, making him scoff.

"Don't lie to me. I'm 5 foot 10 on a good day".

"Okay, well, you're taller than me" she shrugged.

"It's unnatural to bypass 6 foot at age sixteen. It's a red flag".

She bit back her laugh, fisting his tee and peering up at him, catching his worried gaze.

"Stiles" she said softly, "chill. He's just a guy that gets to put hands on me in a non sexual way. You have nothing to worry about".

"... Is that supposed to make me feel better?"

"Doesn't it?"

"Not really, no".

"Okay well, think about this..." she whispered, leaning up to place her lips next to his ear, "... later on... you can put your hands on me wherever you want..."

He gulped loudly, his cheeks flaring a light pink. Seeming lost for words.

She bit back a laugh, twirling on her heel and walking away, approaching Isaac who was awkwardly standing on a blue mat, his hands stuffed in his tracksuit bottoms pockets.

"Hey again" she greeted, stopping opposite him on the mat.

"... Hi".

He seemed peroccupied, keeping his gaze turned to the floor, his eyes seeming a million miles away. But also, maybe, actively trying to avoid her. Why? She had no idea, and honestly, she didn't really care.

"Well, aren't you quite the conversationalist" she said sarcastically, "I'm having trouble keeping up".

It seemed her quip broke the ice a little because his lips upturned a little bit, his tense expression relaxing and softening.

"In case you hadn't realised, no one really talks to me" he said, "especially popular, pretty girls".

"Well, I'm talking to you now, so get used to it" she shrugged.

"Which, in itself, is weird. Especially because you only noticed me when you were spying on a police investigation... in a graveyard..."

"I actually noticed you when you were digging my cousin's grave" she pointed out, "which, now you mention it, was also in the graveyard..." she added in afterthought.

"Pretty, popular, and seems to spend more time in the graveyard than me - the grave digger. A job that isn't exactly winning me any popularity contests".

"Well, a job's a job. You dig good holes. When I die, you're more than welcome to dig my hole".

He was looking at her like 'what the fuck', but their conversation got interrupted by coach loudly blowing his whistle, cutting out everyones loud mumblings.

"Listen up. I know you're all probably really excited to get your horny little hands on each other, but there are ground rules" Coach declared, "one - don't kill each other. Two - don't kill yourself. Three - anyone gets injured? No you didn't. I'm not filling out the paperwork. Walk it off".

"Loving the focus on health and safety coach" Stiles grinned sarcastically.

Coach blew his whistle again, the loud screech bouncing off the walls and nearly deafening them.

"Four - no more smart remarks from you Stilinski, or I'll circumcise you".

"Pretty sure that's entirely illegal coach".

"You know what else should be illegal?" coach retaliated, "your mouth".

"Yes it should" she muttered under her breath, a blissful smirk pulling at her lips - meaning it in the complete opposite way to coach, of course.

"Let's just... get through this hell" coach muttered, "before I'm tempted to kill myself. One of you be the attacker, the other the victim".

She looked at Issac who just shrugged carelessly back.

"Ladies first" he said.

Her, a lady? She doubted that very much, but she appreciated the sentiment.

Before coach could even begin his ramblings on what they were to do, she grabbed Isaac's wrist and flipped him head over heels, so he crashed - well, landed - not so gracefully on his back, letting out a loud wince.

"Hale" coach hollered, indistinctively blowing his whistle loudly, "rein it in for the love of God. What did I say about injuring my players?"

She rolled her eyes, but none the less offered Isaac a hand up. One which he accepted, rubbing the curve of his shoulder blade.

"You're, uh... stronger than you look".

"It's not about strength, it's about skill".

"Well, your skills seem almost inhuman" he murmured, appearing a little nervous and on edge.

"What do you mean by that?" she frowned in wondering, but before he could reply, coach blew his whistle again, bringing an arm up to wrap around his own neck to show them what to do next.

"One of you, come at the other from behind. Get that person in a chokehold. Do nothing else unless I say so - especially you Hale".

Something wasn't right. She clocked that at the graveyard the other morning - Isaac's shiftiness, the way he seemed hesitant - almost scared of her, the way he was clearly lying about what he saw. Now, making comments about being 'inhuman'... did he know more than he was letting on?

She pondered over her thoughts, becoming a little curious - but wary - of the boy standing in front of her. Suddenly noticing that his blossoming black eye that had been swelling just a couple of days ago was now completely healed.

"Your eye healed quick" she said, not liking where the pieces of the puzzle were fitting.

His hand flew up to touch his left eye, seeming surprised and taken aback she remembered such a small detail.

"Uh... lots of ice".

"As someone whose ex used to beat her, trust me, ice ain't a miracle cure" she remarked, her suspicions slowly growing.

"Hale. Lahey" coach interrupted, yelling at them from across the gymnasium, "enough chit-chat. Get to choking each other".

Given their height difference, she did the most logical thing and turned around, playing 'the victim' as coach liked to call it. Waiting for him to get the hint and pretend to choke her.

Eventually, he did. His arm, surprisingly firm, slowly snaked its way around her neck from behind. His grip was gentle and lax, yet she suspected he was stronger than he came across as. He towered over her easily, his athletic body brushing against her back as he held her in place. For some reason, she flushed a little. A prickly heat tingling her skin, only worsening when she felt his breath on the back of her head.

"You know..." she mumbled, keeping her voice quiet and steady despite finding herself getting a little distracted by how close he was, "... a lot of the time, I can tell when people are lying. And you've been lying to me".

His breath caught in his throat, and even though she couldn't see him, she could feel the anxiety and panic rolling off him in waves. He shifted a little from his left to his right foot then back again, the muscles in his arms tensing and flexing.

"Why-Why do you think I'm lying?" he whispered.

"Because I know liars. I used to lie a lot, to everyone I ever cared about and even people I didn't. So trust me... I just know".

"Whoever is the victim, your first instict should be to try and pull away, but guess what?" coach yelled, cutting their hushed conversation short, "you'd be WRONG! Yeah, that's right. Bet you didn't expect that, did you? You pull away, you're deader than a dodo, and they're incredibly dead".

"Technically, they're extinct" someone laughed, earning themselves a pissed off look from coach.

"Extinct and dead mean pretty much the same thing, dumbass!... I think" he added in afterthought, waving his arms out towards them. "What I'm trying to say is, you push yourself into the hold, you're dead quicker. Now do you want to be dead quicker? Greenburg, that question was RHETORICAL! Oh dear God, I hate teaching self defence. Just... push back. Make your attacker off balance. Try it, just... quit nagging at me".

Everyone around them started trying it out, playfully fighting on the blue mats but they stayed still. Both hovering in a state of unease, wondering which one would be first to guess the others' secrets.

"Did your dad hit you?" she asked quietly, the signs pointing her in that direction. Coupled with the unease she felt from Mr lahey hundreds of feet away that morning in the cemetery.

Isaac stiffened, giving her her answer straight away.

"Don't tell anyone" he said in a panic, "please".

"Why not?" she asked, enveloped in his grasp.

"Because he'd kill me".

She knew what it was like to have a parent that abused you - granted, although not in the same way. Her mom had only lifted her hand to her once, but sometimes the verbal and emotional abuse would cut just as deep. Sometimes she wished she would just hit her, it would hurt a damn lot less.

"Isaac-"

"I have a plan" he mumbled in her ear, still holding her tight, "I just... I need some time".

Something had been nagging at her. Something telling her that Isaac seeming to know more than he should was maybe - just maybe - because of her cousin. She had said to to Scott and Stiles before... Derek would turn those wanting an escape from life. He would turn people that would be thankful for the opportunity - or the gift as he liked to call it. And who better than Isaac, an abused kid? Of course the werewolf life would appeal to him. How couldn't it? Power and strength, something he felt he didn't have with his dad. It was like offering a bear some honey.

"Does this plan involve my cousin?" she asked.

His silence told her everything she needed to know.

"Don't do it" she whispered, "it's not worth it. You might think it is, but it isn't. Derek isn't offering you this to help you, he's doing it to protect himself. Trust me, he isn't a leader - he's not someone you should want to follow".

"It's a chance" he replied, "a chance to be-"

"What, murdered?" she scoffed, shaking her head, "tortured? Cut in half? Burnt alive? Because that's what has happened to most werewolves I've known. Is that what you want?"

She was frustrated he wasn't listening to her, but she wanted him to understand the bite wasn't a gift - it was a burden. One that, if he accepted, he would never get away from. She may not know him, but she didn't want that kind of life for him.

"Hale! Lahey!" coach barked, "why are you not practicing? Do you both want to get attacked and die? Do you?"

She rolled her eyes, pushing back against Isaac with very minimal effort just to appease coach, her focus on trying to encourage Isaac to not go down this slippery slope.

"If you do this, you'll ruin your life".

"If I do this, I get to have a life" he rebutted, "which is something I haven't had in a very long time. To me, Derek isn't the bad guy here".

He was being naive. He may think Derek had all the answers, but she knew her cousin better than most. He wasn't ready for all of this, and because of his selfish need for power, other people would pay the price. She was sure of it.

Her frustration and lack of patience turned into anger, grabbing his arm around her neck with two hands, dipping down and then throwing him over her shoulder. His tall frame got lifted and thrown just as easily, so he landed in a heap by her feet. His own hand, however, had grabbed onto the waistband of her shorts and she fell with him, landing on top of him. Her hands on either side of his head to break her fall.

The sudden shock of falling made her eyes begin to glow that intense green, looking down onto his shocked face.

However, what she didn't expect was for his own eyes to light up a brilliant amber in response, looking almost guilty as he peered up at her.

Well shit.

All her pent up anger and frustration left her in one big sigh, staring down at him in something close to sadness. Sad, because, he may not realise it yet, but his life was never going to be the same again. The promise of inhuman strength and power always came at a cost, and she didn't believe he knew how to pay it.

His eyes faded back to that endearing baby blue, her own dimming to their normal forest green, their faces just inches apart.

"You're now just a pawn in Derek's game" she whispered.

"Well at least now I'm in the game".

"Oh for the love of Christ Almighty... Hale! Lahey! What the hell are you doing now?"

She craned her neck back, noticing a few curious stares and coach coming storming towards them, waving his arms out like a madman.

"Uh..."

"I told you not to break my players" he barked, ushering her off Isaac and looking at her with an eyebrow raised, "you should come with a warning label".

She was still too stunned to speak, watching nervously as Isaac clambered to his feet, avoiding her stare.

"How about we all just do dodgeball, huh?" coach sighed, "for the sake of my leftover sanity".

Everyone began setting up the gymnasium, and Isaac took that as the perfect opportunity to slip away into the crowd, heading for the locker room. But before she could follow him and demand more answers, Scott and Stiles appeared in front of her, with one of them looking particularly on edge - and it didn't take a genius to guess which one.

"Uh... what the hell was that?" Stiles asked, "because if you're going to be straddling anyone, shouldn't it be me?"

"He's a werewolf" she said bluntly, causing both boys to reel back in shock.

"He's-He's a werewolf?" Scott spluttered, "Isaac? A werewolf?"

"What? There's no way" Stiles denied, but he looked nervously towards where Isaac disappeared, chewing his bottom lip in contemplation.

"Trust me" she muttered gravely, "the eyes don't lie. Derek turned him".

Both boys were silent, transfixed and overwhelmed by her words.

"So who's next?" Scott asked in worry, looking out at their classmates in suspicion and a little bit of fear.

"I don't know" she mumbled, "but something tells me this will not end well".

She knocked on the wooden front door of the Lahey's modest home after school, deciding to confront Isaac after he successfully avoided her all day.

She wanted answers - answers that made her understand the chaos. She wasn't prepared to confront Derek anytime soon, so she decided Isaac was her best option. He seemed easier to wear down than Derek by any means - and probably, easier to manipulate.

Her first knock garnered no response so she knocked again, not backing down.

Hales were stubborn, after all.

"I know you're in there, Isaac" she called out, "your bike is literally on the front lawn. If you want to hide from me - do better".

She heard a brief commotion, as if someone was moving towards the door in exasperation, but didn't budge. Folding her arms stubbornly across her chest.

However, when the door opened, it wasn't who she was expecting. Instead, Mr Lahey stood there drying his hands on a tea towel, an irritated scowl decorating his face as he peered across at her.

"Can I help you?" he demanded, his tone clipped in anger. His demeanour seemed standoffish and defensive, with waves of thunder behind his hazel eyes which were a stark contrast to Isaac's soft and kind ones.

"I'm looking for Isaac" she said, not intimidated by his behaviour. He was a bully, and she wasn't scared of bullies.

He gave her a slow look up and down, analysing her from the tips of her toes to the top of her head. Clearly judging the fact she was dressed in some white shorts and a cropped long sleeved striped jumper, the sneer obvious on his face.

"So he's gotten bored of naked girls on screens, he's now resorted to paying for it".

"I'm a friend from school" she said through gritted teeth, "you sexist pig".

Mr Lahey's jaw clenched, holding back a spew of profanities.

"Actually-" she corrected, "-pig is too generous. They're highly intelligent and sensitive creatures, unlike you".

"Get the hell out of here" he demanded, "I don't have to listen to this on my own front doorstep".

"I just want to speak to Isaac, not you. It's important".

"Well, Isaac's busy doing homework. Like you should be doing instead of tarting around town like something from a cheap strip club. He doesn't need the distraction".

He went to slam the door in her face but she caught it before he could, slipping her foot between the frame and the door for good measure.

"Trust me, I wouldn't be here unless I absolutely had to be, but I need to speak to him. So either you go get him, or I just come in regardless" she proposed.

His mouth twisted uncomfortably, glancing out at the hustle and bustle of the street before sighing. "Fine. Five minutes. He doesn't need to be waylaid by the likes of you".

She ignored the jab, removing her foot from the door as Mr Lahey stepped back and hollered, "Isaac, get down here. Someone wants to speak with you".

They remained in silence until a few seconds later when Isaac appeared, unable to look his dad in the eye.

"Five minutes" Mr Lahey warned them both, giving her another critical look before facing Isaac, "then I want her gone. You've got chores to do".

He retreated back into the house, leaving them alone on the doorstep. When Isaac seemed sure his dad was gone, he stepped out and pulled the door closed behind him, looking at her in astonishment.

"What are you doing here?"

"According to your dad, to give you a happy ending" she remarked sarcastically, "what do you think, dumbass? You're a werewolf".

He hushed her, looking around nervously.

"Can you lower the volume, please?"

"Oh yeah, like I'm the problem" she scoffed, "you're the walking talking bomb that could go off any frigging second".

He flinched when she mentioned bomb, but she was unsure why, giving him a thorough once over.

"I... I feel fine" he said, "look, maybe you should go-"

"Did Derek tell you everything?" she demanded, "about hunters and uncontrollable urges and the fact you're probably going to kill someone".

"Of course he told me".

"And you still went through with it?"

"Why wouldn't I?" he asked, "my life is shit. I have no one. No friends, no family, no anything. Maybe now I can finally be someone".

"This isn't the way".

"How would you know?" he asked, "you have everything. You have no idea about my life".

"You think I have everything?" she laughed, "well, newsflash, I don't. My family were burnt alive for being werewolves. My dad and brother were murdered in cold blood for being werewolves. My ex, who, surprise, was a werewolf was the most damaged and dangerous guy I knew. Are you seeing a common theme here? Because I sure am, and it's werewolves".

"I know what I'm doing, and I made the right decision" Isaac said, "Derek's going to teach me".

"No, Derek's going to use you" she corrected, "turning you is just adding to his power. You're his pawn, nothing more. Why would you want to swap one bully for another?" she asked, nodding towards the house.

Isaac glanced down at his feet, debating his response. Toying with the words that were forming in his mouth.

"Well?"

"... We have four classes together this semester. Not once did you notice me, or even pay attention to me until I got involved in this supernatural stuff. That's weeks of you sitting next to me in art, in front of me in history, behind me in English and across the room in chemistry, and I was invisible to you. Just like how I'm invisible to everyone else. Did you even know I was on the team? Probably not" he added, before she could reply. "This, right here, is the most a girl has spoken to me in years, and I bet you can't even remember when we first met, can you? Not that I blame you, I'm nobody. I'm not special. I'm forgettable. Well, now I won't be forgettable. I'll be better. And if I have to be a part of Derek's pack to do that, then I'll do it. Happily".

She didn't know what to say to that, looking at him with fresh eyes and a new perspective, feeling a little sorry for him and his situation but mad that Derek took advantage of that.

"So-" he shrugged, "-tell me why I should regret this decision when the prettiest girl in school is now standing on my doorstep, finally noticing me?"

The silence was deafening, whatever retorts she had dying in the back of her throat.

"Look, I... I have to go" he said, stepping back into his house, "and please don't come back. My dad doesn't like visitors, okay?"

The fire and fight had left her, just numbly nodding as he closed the door. Making her wonder if maybe Derek had done this kid a favour after all.

That night, after eating an early dinner with her mom, Jane and Tabby that was a little tense and awkward but nowhere near as bad as she was expecting, she walked - considering their houses weren't that far apart - to Stiles' in the early evening for a study date.

Of course, she knew that 'study date' was actually a code word for a little action, so as soon as he opened the door to her, she had basically flung herself at him, catching him off guard. However, she also knew he wasn't able to resist her or her sexual advances, and he soon melted into her kiss, pulling her in to shut the door behind them.

"Now that is the kind of greeting I could get used to" he mumbled against her lips, unable to stop the smile tugging at his lips.

He guided her up the stairs and into his cosy, homely room, noticing he had tidied and straightened the place up. New bedsheets and covers, now a dark grey, covering the bed.

"So, uh, what subject do you want to do first?" he asked a little nervously. She wondered if he was hoping she would say 'screw homework, just kiss me instead' which she was obviously planning on saying because she was wound a little tight after her conversation with Isaac and living back her mom, she needed a little release.

She pushed him back on the bed so he landed flat on his back, looking up at her in surprise and a little awe.

"Biology" she smirked, climbing on top of him and grinning. "Specifically, human biology".

"Oh. Heh" he chuckled, "we, uh... we don't have that till next semester... I think..."

"I mean...-" she smirked, lifting her striped jumper over her head and discarding it to the side, "-if you really want to wait, that's cool. But sometimes a little headstart could be beneficial" she teased, watching his jaw get lower and lower, especially as she reached around to fiddle with the clasp of her bra.

"Oh dear god" he gulped, laying there completely stunned as she straddled his hips, successfully unhooking her bra so it hung loosely around her body.

"What do you say?" she winked, "do you want to practice?"

He was like a deer caught in the headlights, completely starstruck by the fact her bra was hanging off, barely covering her chest. Looking up at her like she was the only thing he ever wanted to see.

"Uh... huh... well... you know..." he said, fumbling over his words, "may-maybe a little practice would be good".

She was hoping he would say that.

She couldn't contain the devious smirk that pulled at her lips as she slowly allowed the thin straps of her bra to slip down her delicate shoulders, the silk cups falling from her body so her chest was bare and open for him to see.

Despite all the ways they had been intimate - except, of course, for the main event - he had yet to see her bare breasts. Until now. He had admired them through her clothes plenty of times and touched them during makeout sessions, but until this very moment, he had been left to imagine what they looked like in all their glory.

He was so completely overwhelmed that he looked as if somebody had just told him he had won a million dollars. His eyes bugged from his skull, his expression twisting into stunned fascination as he awkwardly tried to move under her, clearly uncomfortable with how hard and fast he was growing underneath her. She took his reaction as a compliment - because duh, why wouldn't she? She had amazing tits - and smirked down at him, basking in all the attention he was giving her.

Believe it or not, her confidence had not always been this high, especially during her dark days. She had gotten used to feeling so ill, and probably looking a whole lot worse, that she just expected she would waste away. However, these last few months she had tried to get her energy and strength back, which was reflected in how she looked. Now, she was toned, firm and strong, carving her body back to the way she wanted it. Instead of looking like a sick and dying Victorian child ready to die any day, she now looked - and felt - like a strong and healthy young woman. Her curves were apparent, her skin glowing and soft and her breasts back to being full and voluptuous once again.

"U-Um... heh... oh... oh God..." Stiles whispered, laying there helpless, "I... wow. They're perfect. You're perfect. Oh my God".

"See now why I always win the wet t-shirt competitions?" she joked.

He seemed still utterly gobsmacked, unable to move his gaze from her chest as if her tits were hypnotising him, his cheeks becoming pinker and pinker.

She wondered if maybe her nipple piercings were pushing him over the edge. She always found them incredibly sexy, and went between wearing them to not wearing them for brief spells of time. But since she noticed Stiles' reaction to them that day at school after their first kiss, she had leaned more towards wearing them all the time. Knowing he was very clearly insanely attracted to the idea.

"Oh, I'm sorry" she said innocently, biting back her sultry smirk, "are the piercings too much?"

He remained silent - in fact, she wondered if he had completely forgotten how to speak entirely. His gaze glued to her chest, hyper-focusing on the sparkly bar through her nipples, delicate angel wings on either side. She found it ironic considering her actions were definitely not angelic, but she hoped Stiles understood the irony.

Gently, she reached out to take ahold of his wrists, guiding his hands up to cup her breasts. Adoring how he shuddered underneath her.

She bit back her own gasp, loving the way his nimble hands seemed to perfectly and lovingly grab her, her breasts spilling from his grip. Revelling in the fact she was experiencing pure and ravenous frantic need for him and his touch, barely able to hold herself back.

Eventually, his eyes flickered up to meet her stare and what caught her by surprise was how dark his irises were, almost completely swallowed by dilated pupils. A clear and undisputed sign of intense arousal.

All she could hear was their heavy breathing, both suspended in wondering.

"Oh, fuck it" she heard him mutter, catching her off guard as he pushed himself up and crashed his lips to hers in such an urgent frenzy she almost fell off the bed. Luckily his arms were soon around her waist, holding her close and steady and in that moment she only had one coherant thought.

'I'm going to fuck Stiles Stilinski'.

That was it. Her mind was made up. She trusted him inexplicitly. She knew, for certain, that he wasn't another Aiden. He wasn't like anyone else she had ever been involved with. She was ready and willing to accept the kind of devotion he was offering her.

She didn't care he was new at this. She didn't care if he needed guidance. She didn't even care if he lasted less than ten seconds. All she wanted was to feel him inside of her, hungry for him to fill her up so completely she was ready to fall apart.

Their kisses became sloppy and desperate, their hands craving more of each other's skin as she clawed his tee from his body, revelling in his warmth and closeness. Just about to push him back down to take control when she heard a loud bang.

She and Stiles stopped, peering back towards the bedroom door which, unfortunately, was left open, to see Sheriff Stilinski wincing as hot coffee had splashed from his fallen mug to his lower legs, his face twisted into a little bit of pain but mainly mortification.

"Oh dear God" Stiles gulped, looking over her shoulder to meet his father's traumatised eyes.

"What?" she asked, "we left the door open. Wasn't that one of his rules?"

The Sheriff lowered his gaze, trying to shield his eyes with his hand.

"Kids, uh... can you please get dressed? I think it's time we had a little talk".

Below her, Stiles winced. Helping her climb off him as he passed her her striped jumper to put on to cover her indecency, struggling with his own tee that he ended up putting on back to front, a clear sweat prickling his skin. He sat next to her on the edge of the bed like a scalded child, hunching over in embarassment.

"Is it safe to look now?" the Sheriff asked, probably dreading whatever answer he got.

"Yes dad" Stiles muttered, cringing as his dad finally dropped his hand and looked at them both from the doorway, standing in amongst the coffee stain on the carpet.

"Look, I want to have this conversation less than you, but things need to be spoken about, alright?" he said, taking a step into the room. "Things between you two are clearly becoming serious, and I wouldn't be doing my job as a father if I didn't say something".

"Someone just kill me now" Stiles murmured, his face screwed up in embarassment.

"I need to know and trust that the two of you are going to be... safe".

"S-Safe?" he squeaked in response.

The Sheriff sighed, running a hand down his face in exhaustion.

"Yes Stiles. Safe. Sexually".

"Gun. Mouth. Now".

"A lot of things can happen if you aren't" the Sheriff said, "so you both have to be smart about this. You don't want a pregnancy scare or, God forbid, an actual pregnancy do you?!"

Stiles literally squawked, putting his head in his hands.

She didn't understand why he was being so awkward, looking curiously between both males. Maybe she was just oblivious to the embarassment, but this conversation didn't seem cringeworthy.

"So I just need to know you both know the potential consequences and are ready for this next step. Sex is, well... it's a big thing. You need to be ready for it".

"Oh, he was ready" she cut in bluntly, "I felt it".

The Sheriff looked alarmed, his face twisting into disgust.

"I meant emotionally" he corrected in a panic.

"Dad, we're chill" Stiles said, before she could put her foot in her mouth again, "everything is chill".

"So you know how to put on a condom?"

"Oh my god".

"Actually-" the Sheriff continued, "-if I didn't walk past right when I did, and things... escalated-" he said delicately, "-do you have any condoms?"

"Uh..."

She could tell the Sheriff just wanted to face palm himself, shaking his head.

"Bedside cabinet, bottom drawer" the Sheriff groaned, "I put some there when I found out you two were dating. Just in case".

"Y-You did?" Stiles gulped.

"Yeah, I did".

"Well that's... good to know".

She leaned back, reaching towards the bedside cabinet's second drawer and, lo and behold, a box of twelve condoms were there. She grabbed them, sitting back up and reading the box.

"You should have got the jumbo box" she commented, "we'd probably go through these in like two days".

Stiles spluttered and the Sheriff coughed, his face getting redder and redder in mortification.

"But they're ribbed-" she continued carelessly, "-good choice. Pleasure is important, after all".

In that second, she genuinely thought she may have just inadvertently killed the Sheriff.

A/N) yayyy another chapter. I love this rewrite. So much more details and extra stuff. Excited about Isaac and about Stayla taking the next step. So hope you all enjoyed and please let me know your thoughts, it would make my christmas and Birthday (26th December) complete :) xxx