I was in complete shock. How- How dare Stiles decide who I have in my life?! If I want to be with Isaac, then I will-
My blood ran cold as a thought stopped me in my tracks. If I want to be with Isaac, one of us is going to get hurt. It was wrong of Stiles to tell him to back off, but he doesn't know the full story. He doesn't know about Isaac's Dad and what happened to me that night after the graveyard… Isaac and I have got to pretend to everyone that we aren't speaking. Which means letting Stiles believe that he is right. Which means letting Isaac feel like crap every time he sees Stiles and I together. Oh no… This is going to be such a complicated situation to keep track of. Ugh.

Footsteps, then a door slam followed. I pressed my hot palms against the cold tiled wall to calm down and wait for the aftermath. Isaac appeared from around the corner slowly and looked at me, his face was a mixture of sadness and irritation. His body was unusually rigid, as if fighting the urge to break. I wanted to run into his arms again and kiss everything better. But this was just the cherry on the top of a series of events trying to stop us being together.
Of all the things he could have said, I did not expect Isaac to whisper out: "You're going to the Formal with Stiles?"

I would have laughed at how ridiculous the question was, were it not for the look on Isaac's face. Stepping towards him, I inclined my neck to lightly kiss his jaw once before taking my time to meet his eyes.
"…I can change my mind and say no?" I offer, trying to decrease Isaac's discomfort.
He solemnly shakes his head and shrugs his shoulders. He's annoyingly starting to remind me of a kicked puppy.
"Hey," I flick my finger under his chin playfully, "It's just one dance. And it'll throw your Dad off the scent…" My lips move towards his ear, "And we can always sneak into an empty classroom while no one's looking."
I feel him breathe deeply, tickling my ear. His large hands cup my waist and scoot me closer till there's no space between our bodies. Isaac leans back and softly butts his head into my forehead.
"Can we just stay here forever, like this…" He whispers, stroking my back with one hand. I close my eyes briefly, agreeing with him – I wished our lives were easier.
But time was ticking on and I remembered that Jane was waiting for me in the parking lot, so I broke our perfect moment in my usual sarcastic way.
"Ew, in a gross boys locker room, as if!" I tease, making a huge smile stretch across Isaac's face.
He kisses me hard once more.
"See you soon?" He asks as we regretfully untangle ourselves; he lets go of my hand last, making his fingers linger over mine.
"I promise."

I slept that night dreaming of rain thundering down onto trees in a familiar forest, so decided to pack an umbrella to take to school just in case. It seems my stupid super power does come with perks, even if it is only a weather forecast.

All of my breaks for the rest of the week, I went to the library and tucked myself away in the corner with a sketchbook and pen thinking of Derek and where he could be. And Kate and what her next move could be. And Peter and what he was planning. And Isaac. My god, did my mind drift to Isaac.
But my lazy sketches of his face, his back, his hands… Well, they wouldn't help the bigger picture. Ever since I came back to school at the start of the week, I had this tight pressure knotting in my chest. It reminded me that if, no, scratch that, when something bad happens, only I could have been given a warning and put a stop to it.

It was during my free period on Friday morning when something set the ball rolling. I was mid-way through shading along a jawline when a book slammed down on the desk inches from my hand. Surprised, I jolt back and take in the stressed looking brunette in front of me.
"A-Allison?" I stutter out, keeping my voice down. Trying to be subtle, I flatten my hands over my drawing and attempt a stretched smile.
"I need to talk to you," Allison hurried out, wiping her curled hair back. She threw herself into the seat right next to me so that our knees were touching. Considering that she had been avoiding me all week and knowing, from experience, how painful messing with her Aunt was, I recoiled back ever so slightly. This can't be good.
"Are you okay?" I asked, taking in her chewed lips and chipped nails that weren't in their usual presentable quality.

For a moment, Allison's expression stumbles and she places her delicate hands over her face.
"…No. No, it's all such a mess," I hear her say through her fingers.
I took a guess in the wrong direction, in the hope that this was just an ordinary teenage problem and not the… supernatural kind. For once. "Is this about you and Scott? Are you two okay?"

Her sharp eyes pierce mine and they are so full of understanding. I know she knows about the werewolves. She knows that I know. It's stupid to keep up the charade.
"Emily," the girl sets a brave expression and reaches out to place both hands over mine. "Stop. You're the only one I can talk to about this."
Hesitantly, I reply softly, "…About what?"

"The werewolves."
"Oh."
"When we've spoken about it previously, you've always seemed so… so vague in your responses, I wasn't sure... And then I told you a few weeks ago about Kate and her plan to hunt them and I know you had your worries, but hear me out. I just wanted to feel powerful and strong! I wanted to protect the people I care about by fighting these monsters, but Emily, now it's so messed up! And after that hunting night, something happened," Allison's breathing hitches up slightly as she gets more frantic in her actions, "I found out that you definitely know that werewolves exist in Beacon Hills. I wasn't sure if I could trust you and I was so scared, that's why I was avoiding you. But now-"

"Allison, what's happened? It's okay. I'm here. I'm listening." I curled my fingers and intertwined them in hers. She was really torn up about this…

She swallowed and made sure she was looking me dead in the eyes. Seriously, she whispered out: "We kidnapped one."

Derek. I knew it. Kate's got him.

"You kidnapped a werewolf?" I asked, glancing around to see if anyone was in earshot. Luckily, no one was around to hear the two girls in the corner discussing stupidly impossible things.
"Yeah, Kate did. I… I didn't manage to catch the Beta I was after."
"So you know there are two?"
"Three."
"Three. Right."
I mentally checked names off. Derek. Peter. Scott…
Allison leaned in, speaking even quieter than before, "But we only know the identity of one. Kate has this secret basement with all this crazy electrical torture equipment. She's been down there all week, trying to get more names out of him so we can take down the other werewolves."

Oh, Derek. I'm so sorry. I should have seen this coming. This is exactly what I was talking about. I wished that I could turn my ability on and off, like Scott and his claws. But it's mostly luck. And my failure has let Derek down.

Taking in a deep breath, I tried to keep a passive face.
"Right. Your Aunt is torturing a werewolf in her basement? At your house?"
"Yeah."
I made a mental note to figure out a rescue plan later.
I pause with my mouth slightly open before daring to ask my next question: "Has he said anything then? About who else in this town is a werewolf?"
"Not yet, no."
Scott is safe. For now. Thank goodness.
"But he did say something last night."
I grip her hands tighter.
"What?"
"He asked me to give you a message."
Oh, fuck. A chill ran down my spine in the long second that passed after Allison spoke.
"M-me?"

Allison leaned back slightly and pursed her lips, watching my reaction carefully.
"Derek Hale says to tell you: You know who his next target is. Keep your eye on the kid. Don't let him."

It took a minute for my mind to whizz through every single bad possible outcome of Derek's warning and settle on one: He's talking about Peter. The Alpha. He's still keen on building his pack and becoming stronger. The 'kid' Derek mentioned could only fall to one person. A lump grew in my throat. I couldn't have spoken if I'd wanted to.
Isaac.

Maybe it isn't coincidence that I've been drawing him a lot… How could I have been so stupid? Of course, my subconscious has been trying to warn myself for days, but mistook it for absent minded doodling.

I suddenly turned very serious, shifting to fully face her and dragging my hands to fidget in my lap.
"Allison. Tell me everything."

Stiles, Scott, Allison and I sat around a picnic table outside, picking at our lunches, none of us feeling too hungry.
After Allison spilled me the whole story – how when Derek was first kidnapped, he screamed at Allison to talk to me before Kate locked him away, that's how she knew that I was in the know. Allison, terrified and out of her depth, decided to keep it all to herself until last night, when Kate finally let her in the basement again to show her the ropes of all the equipment. Derek was chained up against a metal railing and Kate was wanting her to learn how to turn the switch that would send life threatening charges of electricity into him. Unless Derek talked. Instead, he waited until on the verge of collapse to glare at Allison and growl out his message for me. But before he could say any more, Kate had turned the voltage up. Allison had come to me first thing.

She had been so honest with me that I had given her more of the truth in return. She had shown so much bravery, it was less than deserved. So I informed her that Stiles and Scott also know about Derek, casually missing out the fact that Allison's boyfriend was in fact, also a werewolf. That wasn't my secret to tell, it was Scott's. And all about the Alpha's attacks… the video store… the night at the school.

It was a lot to take in for sure, but Allison's expression remained unfazed.

And together we could come up with a plan to fix this.

"So… all this time. The attacks have been this Alpha werewolf, not Derek. Why would you pin it on him?" Allison asked us, picking at her sandwich.
"Would you rather me go, 'Oh hey Dad, that murderer you're looking for? Oh that's just a homicidal werewolf!'" Stiles waved his hand sarcastically.
"Stiles," Scott shot him a glance. "It was just easier. Derek isn't really a… friend."
"That doesn't mean he deserves torturing," I pipe up. Then catch a flash of guilt appear on Allison's face. "Sorry," I quip afterwards.
"It's okay… I… I don't think he deserves what Kate's doing either. She said my family hunted those who hunt others but… It's not right. We should be protecting people, not going after people without a cause."
Scott beamed at her proudly. Allison is nothing like Kate. And that could just work in our favour.

"So what's the plan then? Rescue Derek or follow his message or go after the Alpha?" Stiles slurps his drink nonchalantly, as if we were discussing what to have for dinner.

"All of them," I state, curling my hands into fists. "No one else needs to get hurt."

Our plan came in stages. And guess who stage one involved? That's right: me.

After spending the rest of the day tapping nervously on any surface in front of me, the bell eventually rang, signalling the end of the day. I had almost wanted to just get in my car and go straight after we discussed the plan, but I had to wait for the boys to find the vital ingredients.

At half 4, Stiles met me in the parking lot and subtly handed over a tiny vial of purple liquid that they had spent the afternoon acquiring. I tucked it in my pocket safely and left him with a nervous nod. I got in my car and drove the route towards the forest on the edge of town, having already text Jane telling her I was going to the doctors so she was going to have to find a different way home. I felt bad for lying, but it was best off without her asking too many questions.

Reaching the now familiar dishevelled house, I parked hidden in the trees. Then I turned off the ignition and took in a deep breath, double checking my pockets for the vial and my phone in case of an emergency. My stomach was curled into a knot. I couldn't believe what I was doing. This is not like me at all. But it's the only option we have – and I get to answer a few of my own questions at the same time.

I checked my watch and calculated how much time I needed to stall. Half an hour. Okay. You can do this, Emily.

Swinging open the car door with an air of fake confidence, I breathed in the cold air.
"Peter!" I cried, crunching leaves under my feet as I marched towards the splintered door, "I know you're here!"
I let the silence hang for a minute before placing my palm to the front door and tenderly pressing it open.
"There's no point hiding, it's just me. I want to talk, Peter!" I called into the frigid air. My heart was hammering. What if he wasn't actually here? If he isn't, then this is all for nothing. I tried one last attempt, standing my ground at the bottom of the staircase.
"I know about Cassie. I know about you and her!"

"You know nothing of any importance, I'm sure," a voice rang out from the floor above. Without me seeing him move, Peter materialised at the top of the stairs, his arms folded over his v neck t-shirt.
"Well you won't find out if you don't come down and talk to me," I challenged, wondering just how on earth my voice managed to not shake.

He sighed dramatically and took the creaking steps two at a time, arriving at my side much faster than I was comfortable with.
"I'm going to be a generous host just this once, Hoskins," Peter spoke, motioning with one hand for me to follow him. I did, reluctantly, noting where the bullet holes had pierced the walls on one of my visits here.

We moved into the room where Derek had brought me the first time I came to the Hale house. Oh yes, look at the busted wooden chair in the corner, oh sweet memories.

"So what do you want?" Peter's sharp tone snapped me out of my own mind.
"I know about Cassie."
"And?"
"…Well. I, um. Well, I want to know more."

Peter leant against the window frame and stretched his back in a canine gesture. I wasn't forgetting how dangerous he was. Let's just hope that the theory about him not being able to hurt me holds.

"What's there to tell? She was a meddlesome twerp who thought she knew more than she did. Sound familiar?" Peter cocked his head and observed me stood nervously with my hands clasped in the centre of the room.
"You're lying," I said decisively.
"Am I?" He raised an eyebrow in a challenge.

"My Dad said you were pretty close."
Peter said nothing. He pushed himself away from the window frame and took a few deliberate steps towards me. Fear started to close my throat up. But my curiosity was stronger.
"She was like me, wasn't she? She could predict things," I continued, "She drew. She knew about werewolves. She even looked like me! So don't you dare try and tell me that you know nothing."
Peter had closed the distance between us in a second, standing a foot away from me with his hands in fists at his sides. I grit my teeth and stared into his cold, angry eyes.

"You are nothing like her."
I attempted a laugh, trying to rile him up and push for the truth, "Really? Could you not hurt her either? Because it looks from my point of view that you killed her, didn't you?" I took a bold move and inches forward, narrowing my eyes, repeating my words in a more sinister voice. "You killed her, didn't you? That's why you threatened to kill me in the graveyard. Because you got rid of her too?"
Peter seemed to shake with rage. I could see his face reddening. Good.

"No."
"Animal attack I heard. Sound familiar?" I mocked his earlier tone. Cockiness was getting the better of me. I felt bold and over confident.

"Shut up!" Peter suddenly yelled at the top of his lungs. I flinched backwards, sensing that I'd put my foot in it. On his face flashed an expression for a split second; If I hadn't been watching so intently, I wouldn't have spotted it at all.

It dawned all at once, and all the spark left my voice.
"…Oh. You were in love with her."

He didn't answer. Simply turning his back on me, I saw his hands flex repeatedly and his eyes face the floor.
"When I saw you in the graveyard, looking the spitting image of Cassie and showing the same signs of foresight, I knew you had the same Seer ability. I figured I'd kill you before you started to help the Argents instead of me. You are too close to that Allison of theirs and from what I'd heard, too self-righteous to consider help the 'big bad dangerous Alpha'.
But Cas- I already had her to myself. She was so naïve. Felt like she could save everyone. She should have- She should have seen it coming," Peter told the floor. I didn't move.
He raised his head and turned to look me in the eyes again. Instead of fearing every inch of him, I could only feel pity.
"She didn't fully grasp her gift. It drove her insane some days. But on the good days, she was brilliant. Yes, we were close. But then I made a mistake. And I told her the whole truth about my family and who I was. I thought it would help her! She was going crazy with all the dreams and drawings of werewolves and death – I thought knowing the truth would-"

His voice broke and I found myself looking at a shattered man. I thought of how I would go about explaining the whole supernatural world to Isaac and knew the pain he was talking about.

"My sister, Thalia, was the Alpha back then. She found out about Cas and wanted her to become more involved with the pack. Thalia said that Seers and wolf packs used to be interconnected in the myths of the past and it would be beneficial for us. But it was too late, the damage was done and Cas wanted nothing more to do with me, even after everything we'd been through together."

"Then she started getting visions of the fire, didn't she?" I whispered, clenching my hands together.

"Even though she hated me at the time, we had been joined at the hip once. Like I said, she was wanted to believe the best in everyone, even 'monsters' like me. So she tried to warn me. I saw her that night- the night she died. She was inconsolable, going out of her mind with the visions and with worry. I could hardly understand what she was talking about. And then an arrow pierced her back. Cas learned the consequences of messing with things that should be left alone. She should have trusted her gut and stayed well away. She died right in my arms..."

Peter took to staring at the window.

After a minute of taking it in, I swallowed and spoke up. "But the records say animal attack. Not an arrow."

Peters gaze pierced mine so sharply that I almost flinched backwards again. He said one word: "Argents."

I let out a small gasp and moved my hands to my pockets, rolling the vial in between my fingers.
"They made it look like you."

"That's right, Hoskins," Peter sneered, back to his usual tone. He stepped sideways and prowled around me slowly in a circle. "It was my word against theirs. You see, the Argents didn't want a seer like Cassie working with the pack. They're bad news for hunters. Gives us an advantage."

"But-" My breathing was hitching up. I continued to twist the bottle in my pocket.

"You must have worked it out by now. The stronger the wolf pack, the stronger the visions of their seer."

"So-"

Peter stopped pacing right behind me and leant in so that I could feel his breath tickling my ear. I didn't dare breathe for a moment. "So whilst I grew out of my paralysis, you grew into your visions. The power comes from the pack. A pack that I am trying, despite your pathetic efforts, to grow. So when that happens, instead of picking the easy option and killing you, you'll have no choice but to be mine. And your boyfriend is just where I would like to start."

My eyes widened.

I knew the moment had come.

I knew that Peter was right behind me, his arms at his sides. Unsuspecting.

In one swift movement, I flicked the lid off the vial, swung around and lifted my arm above his head. As I assumed, his head tilted upwards in shock, following my hand.

The liquid splattered onto his face. Into his mouth. A drop was all I needed. And my half an hour was up.

I took off in a sprint, leaving the sounds of his chokes and screams behind me.

"WOLFSBANE!- agh- WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?- agh- I'LL GET YOU FOR THIS. YOU MARK MY WORDS. YOUR BOYFRIEND ISN'T SAFE WHILST I'M- AGH- AGH-"

Just as I had reached the back entrance, I heard the front door slam open. Just in time.

Kate didn't see me escaping as she met a struggling Peter with a taser in her hand. I paused only for a second to feel a tinge of guilt and sadness for tricking him.

And then I remembered Isaac. Derek. Scott.

I'm sorry Cassie. Peter deserves every drop of that wolfsbane potion.

Helloooo!
It's been a while, eh? Uni took over my life end of last year and with the show taking a different turn, I had a lack of motivation and time to do this. But I found myself missing the characters and I had most of this chapter planned out already so here you go! I hope you haven't given up on me! Let me know what you think in the review, I haven't heard from you guys in ages.
Thanks for sticking with me if you are still here. I'll most definitely see you soon xox