Louisa Lloyd

Being released from the hospital two days after the accident wasn't easy. Scott and Stiles wouldn't leave my side, afraid of what I would do.

Mainly because all my injuries disappeared a few hours after I woke up. That put my friends in a frenzy mess.

I was shot twice and bit once, by that monster, and recovered pretty easily. I can now hear better than Scott, see better than Derek and hide behind bushes like a pro.

Yes, I know it's creepy but I wanted to scare Stiles. Don't ask.

After hours of him babbling about Lydia's state, I finally agreed. And here we are, sitting outside her hospital room, like guards.

Stiles likes being here. I don't. It reminds me of the times I've been here. Too many, if I'm honest with myself.

"I'm bored." I whisper to Stiles.

"Then go home." He shrugs and adverts his eyes from mine. "I can stay here by myself. I'm a grown man.

"Stop trying to sound strong. I know you're crumbling down on the inside." I pat his shoulder and grab my bag from the floor. "You don't have to put on a show for me."

He looks taken aback by my words and I smile sadly.

"I can smell it on you." He rolls his eyes but thanks me for understanding.

I don't have the guts to stay with him. Hospitals aren't for me.

Also, I had an appointment with Deaton this afternoon. He wanted to discuss my injuries and my new habiliteis. Oh, I forgot to mention.

I'm a werewolf now. I'm a Seer and a Werewolf. And the first one to ever exist according to the wisest man I've ever met- Deaton.

On my walk back home, after making sure Stiles had enough money to buy himself some dinner, I start thinking. I still have time to turn around and leave Beacon Hills. I could do that in the blink of an eye and no one would know.

But I can't.

Scott can't deal with everything that's happening on his own. Yes, he has Stiles and Allison. But none of them live under the same roof as him.

And where would I go? Marianna and the boys are living with their aunt, and that woman never liked me. Maybe she knew I was adopted all along. I couldn't attend Angela and Brett's funeral. I was at the hospital that day.

But the kids understood.

I receive a call from Isaac as soon as I enter Scott's house. I have to start calling it home. I'll be living here until I finish high school.

I sigh and answer his call. It seems urgent. I have fourteen missed calls and two text messages from him. All of them are from when I was with Stiles.

"Hello?"

"Louisa?"

"Yeah. What's up, Isaac?"

"Can you meet me at the school in fifteen minutes?"

"What happened?" My worry is starting to show.

"Just come." And he hangs up.

I look up from my phone to find Scott leaning on the wall, staring warily at me.

"What?" I ask dryly.

"I'm coming with you."

"No you're not!" I shout on top of my lungs. The infernal thought of what will happen is consuming my patience.

"Lou." He circles his arms around my shoulders as I shake my head. "I can see you're distraught after what Deaton told you. And- no, don't interrupt me- I understand you want to be alone with Isaac but I have a bad feeling about this. Let me do this for you, let me be there for you."

I feel honored that he wants to protect me but I have to do this on my own. It's my life, Isaac called me because he wants to talk to me.

"Scott, I'll call you if something goes wrong or if I need your help, okay?" He opens his mouth to defend himself but I put my hand on his mouth. "Nope, I'm going. Alone."

He opens his mouth again, this time licking the palm of my hand. I shake my head in fake disappointment.

"Is that all you got, wolf boy?" I wink at him and grab my house keys, ready to run to the school.

"Call me!" Scott demands when I'm halfway down the road.

I turn back around and flash him a smile while pointing my middle finger at him. He smiles back and gets back inside the house.

Now all I have to do is find Isaac.

Which proves to be the hardest task of the day. Between hearing Deaton talking about the full moon and my new powers and this, I totally prefer Deaton. At least he doesn't hide behind bushes.

Because Isaac was hiding behind a bush when I found him. He looks disheveled, like he has been running for hours and just stumbled upon this place. His light brown curls are messier than usual, and the kindest blue eyes I've ever seen are now hard and cold.

"Hey." I breathe. "What are you doing there?"

"I was hoping you wouldn't find me."

"Why?" I raise my eyebrows at him, suddenly not enjoying this.

"I have to talk to you." He takes my hand and guides me to the lacrosse field.

We take a seat on the bench and he takes a deep breath. I slowly raise my eyebrows at him, wondering what got him so nervous. He takes his sweet time, running his hands across his face and hair over and over again.

Now I know what he's about to say isn't good.

I sniff, noticing a different smell in the air. Something I always associate with werewolves. That's what Derek and Scott smell like: grass and a tint of rain. You know, when it rains and the grass smells amazingly. That's what werewolves smell like.

And I can smell it right now. I look from left to right, looking for one of my friends. But I find none. They're probably very well hidden.

"What happened?"

"Lou..." He starts, not meeting my eyes. "I've been wanting to tell you something for a few days now. I think we should break up."

"What?" It takes a few seconds for his words to sink in.

Why does he want to break up with me?

"I feel like you don't value me. You left me alone at the dance, and I looked everywhere for you. Stiles and Scott wouldn't tell me what happened to you... And I don't want to be in a relationship in which I'm not cherished."

I don't register his words right away. My hands tremble as I grab my phone from my pocket. I can always call Scott to pick me up.

No.

I just stand and look at him from the corner of my eye, not letting him see how his words affected me.

"It's okay."

"Really?" He sounds sad, but he was the one who wanted this in the first place.

"Yeah..." My voice is barely a pained whisper. "If that's what you really want, who am I to stop you?"

I give him one last glance before walking away. But he stops me by placing his hand on my arm, making me stay behind for a few more seconds. I stare at his eyes, but can't read him, not anymore. Something changed, he changed.

"What do you want, Isaac? You've proven your point, now let me go!" I call exhausted.

"I'm sorry for hurting you." His words are bitter in my ears. "But you have to understand-"

"No. You are the one who has to understand." This is it. I'm taking it all out of my chest. "I didn't answer your calls for days because I was at the hospital. I was shot that night. Do you really think I would leave you if it weren't extremely important?"

He opens and closes his mouth but I don't let him speak. He doesn't have to say a thing, I get it. He doesn't want me anymore. I'm not okay with it right now, but I will be. I'll be fine soon.

"See you around."

I leave Isaac behind. I can feel his eyes on my retreating figure but that doesn't faze me. I tilt my head to the side trying to catch that sent again. But as I slowly walk away from him, the smell starts losing intensity.

I feel shivers running up and down my spine.  The feeling that something is wrong with Isaac is overwhelming, but he doesn't need my help. He's fine now, without me.

And I'm fine too.

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I enter the house feeling numb. The smell is still lingering on my nose, and I can't shake the feeling that I'm wrong. There's something else here but I can't see it. 

"How did it go?" Scott says as I close the door behind me. "As always, I can't smell you. But y- wow, you're totally not okay."

I shrug like everything's fine and drag my feet upstairs, Scott following me all the way to my room. My back sweater is too tight and I yank it from my body and toss it to my unmade and messy bed. Scott takes a seat on my bed, not bothering to ask. I do the same in his bedroom.

"Everything's fine."

"No, everything is definitely not fine." Scott insists and pulls me to the bed with him. "Now tell me what happened?"

"There's nothing to tell." I start tidying my room, the clothes scattered everywhere need to be put aside.

I can't even see the carpet on the floor.

"There's obviously something bothering you. Do I have to ask Isaac?"

At the mention of his name, the feelings I've been stuffing inside my chest suddenly burst and I have the urge to lay down on my bed and cry for hours.

But I don't, for Scott's sake. After the previous events, he needs to rest. He has had a lot on his shoulders lately and this is my problem not his.

I count to ten, deliberately slowing down my heartbeat, not a single sign that I was sad or distraught is left.

"I'm perfectly fine."

"Louisa, I don't know if you noticed but I'm your friend. You can trust me. And I saw the way you flinched when I mentioned Isaac. Now tell me what happened."

I sigh. I can't keep anything from him, even if I try. He can't smell me and my feelings like he does to everything else. The Seer in me camouflages every detail, every aspect that could get me killed by predators.

Now I'm a Seer and one of the predators. That's amazing. Fantastic.

I let out a huge growl and I can feel my eyes changing colors. It's part of me now, my eyes are no longer mine when I shift. They travel around, looking for a person to see. Because now, after the transition from normal Seer to Werewolf/Seer, I became more aware of the possibilities and extensions of my powers.

I can now sense the visions. Usually, the visions would come to me when I least expected them. Now I can touch someone and choose: I can feel something, the said vision, or I can continue touching them without seeing anything.

It's quite simple but it sounds complicated. Trust me.

"He broke up with me. But I guess you already knew that." I'm referring to the smell. "You were there, weren't you?"

"What are you talking about?" His expression is pretty much a mask of confusion. And that's when I know he wasn't there.

Then who was it? Derek?

"Forget it."

"No! He broke the bro code!"

"What bro code?"

"I let him date you, and he promised not to hurt you. That's what the bro code is all about. At least our bro code works like that!"

"Don't worry, we won't be seen together again."

"What do you think is the reason why he broke up with you?"

"I have no idea. But all I want to do now is forget this day ever happened."

I send him a pleading loop and lay back on my bed, eyeing the ceiling with a glare that could kill the bravest werewolf. He closes the door gently behind his back and I'm finally left alone.

This is entirely new to me. Being a Seer, I knew I wouldn't lash out at a friend. My visions always happened when I was sitting or laying down. Which is very good, considering I'm a clumsy person. What would happen to me if a vision decided to visit me while I'm running?

Disastrous.

But I still can't put my finger on what was wrong with Isaac. Yes, he was in a hurry, I could see that by the way he ran his fingers through his hair. And yes, he was also acting weirdly.

But there's something else, something I'm not seeing. I sigh and close my eyes. I shouldn't be bothered by this; he chose this, he was the one who wanted to end our relationship. I'm fine.

I'm amazingly fantastic. I'm perfectly fine. I've never been better.

I do realize we haven't had any time together in days but we could've worked it out together. But if he doesn't want me, then I can't make him want me.

But I can make him miss me.

I'm not going to be one of those sad girls who wait around for a guy to decide what he wants. I'm the girl who chases what she wants.

And right now, I don't know if I want Isaac back. If that's all it takes for him to get mad at me, then maybe he isn't worth it.

I just hope I'm doing the right thing. I don't want to have my heart broken.

After this conversation in my head, I close my eyes tightly. I can feel the tears threatening to fall from my eyes like a waterfall but I contain them and think about my precious best friend, Stiles. It always helps me relax. He's like an anchor that pulls me back up whenever I'm down.

Both Stiles, Scott and Isaac help me whenever I'm down. All I had to do what imagine their stupid faces on my head. Now I just have to channel my anger and focus on Stiles.

Because Isaac is not my anchor anymore.

I choose to believe he really doesn't want me. If there's something else here- something darker- like I suspect there is, then we have a lot of work to do. But I want to believe he just got tired of me. Everyone eventually does.

I feel myself drifting off to sleep, and before the blissful darkness takes me from the pains of these past few days, a thought enters my mind and I almost choke on my own spit.

I could smell it on Isaac. The lies. He was lying all the time.

But he chose this. I have to accept it. It's probably my mind trying to wrap itself around this situation. Yeah, that's it.

"Now, let me go to sleep."

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This is the last chapter of part one! Hope you loved it as much as I did! Let's get ready for part two, which will be filled with drama, romance, adventure, mystery, everything I love in a story.

You want to kill me. I know you do. Come on, do it.
;)