"What are we doing here?" Scott questions as we walking into a room at the Residential Home. "Who is he?"

Derek looks over at Isabelle who stared at her uncle, more like best friend. "My uncle-- Peter Hale."

"Is he... like you? A Werewolf?" Scott asks as he glances between the two Hales.

"He was." Izzy spoke up walking to Peter and smiling softly with a tear rolling down her face. "Now, he's barely even human."

Derek places a hand on his daughters shoulder comfortingly before looking back at Scott. "About six years ago, my sister and Izzy were at school. I was picking them up and our house caught fire. Eleven people were trapped inside. He was the only survivor."

"So... what makes you so sure that they set the fire?" Scott looks at Derek with a bit of disbelief.

Izzy snaps her head at him angrily. "Cause they're the only ones that knew about us!"

"Well, then... they had a reason..." Scott said awkwardly flinching back at her tone.

"Like what, huh? You tell me what justifies this." Izzy shouts pointing to her uncle.

"They say they'll only kill an adult, and only with absolute proof, but there were people in my family that were perfectly ordinary in that fire." Derek snaps. "This is what they do. And it's what Allison will do."

A nurse walks in and looks at the three. "What are you doing? How did you get in here?"

"We were just leaving." Derek releases Izzy and pushes Scott out.

"I miss you uncle Petey." Izzy whispers before following after her Dad and Scott.

Peter smiled to himself, but that smile dropped when he knew what he was doing was going to hurt her. Like big time...

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"Hoosiers is not only the best basketball movie ever, it is the best sports movie ever made!" Jackson said as Lydia pulled up to the video store. Izzy decided she needed a break and time to relax, so she, Lydia and Jackson made plans to have a movie night.

"No." Lydia immediately shut down.

"It's got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopp—."

"No. Definitely not." Izzy spoke up shaking her head. "You're movie choices are so bad."

Jackson groans. "Lydia, Iz, I swear to God, you're gonna like it."

"No." Lydia says stubbornly shaking her head.

"I'm with her. Jack, you've said that alimony every movie you've picked and we have hated it." Izzy retorts giving him a look.

"I am not watching The Notebook again!" Jackson exclaims angrily.

"Awe, Jacky, don't get your panties in a bunch." Izzy coos. Jackson rolls his eyes and gets out the car.

"You should help him." Lydia states. "God knows he needs it."

Izzy laughs and nods before getting out the car and walking into the video store.

"Jacky! I'm here to help." Izzy smiles as she gets next to him.

"Thank God." Jackson sighs. "No one is here to help and I don't know where the hell to find it."

"Let's check the Romance section. I believe it's next to the Drama and Action." Izzy turns and starts walking down the aisle. She goes to go to the next one, but Jackson grabs her hand and pulls her back making her look at him.

"You see that two right." Izzy follows his line of sight and sees feet sticking out one of the aisles.

Izzy slowly closer, Jackson right behind her as they approach the unmoving body. They made it to the aisle and slowly peeked around to see the store clerk...dead on the floor. Blood all over the place.

This causes Jackson to stagger back and trip right into the later causing it to go down. Wires snap with it as sparks fly down from the light. With all the electric cackling, the lights all of a sudden flicker and turn off. The store plunging into pure darkness.

A sound of movement echos through the store, making Izzy spin around. A shelf rattles and DVD cases tremble due to large movement behind it. "This alpha is getting on my goddamn nerves." Izzy mumbles, grabbing Jackson and picking him up.

Izzy pulls both her and Jackson behind a shelf, she could hear the sound of Jackson's heart beatings rapidly and his panting breaths.

Slowly, Jackson peers up above the stacks of DVD's, before Izzy could stop him one of the shelves rock forward. Like a domino effect, one by one they all start to fall forward, DVD's flying through the air.

Izzy throws her hands out toward Jackson, forcing a force of wind to hit Jackson to move him out the way. Before Izzy could move it was too late. The shelves dropped on her causing her to fall. The shelves landing directly on her stomach.

Jackson tried to pick them off her, when a shelf dropped on him pinning him to the floor. As Jackson and Izzy try to pick themselves up, Izzy dragging it out, so it wouldn't look as suspicious to Jackson. A shadow figure falls over them, making Izzy gasp.

Her eyes glow red and orange as she gets out from under the shelves quickly picking herself and Jackson up. "Run." She whispered to Jackson. Jackson didn't move. "Run and call the cops! Go!" Jackson seeing the alpha's red eyes ran out of the store as fast as he could.

Izzy looks back at the alpha and slowly levitates the wolf up. The wolf growls as she tries to reach for the floor again. Izzy let's out a growl before throwing the alpha into a wall on the other side of the room. Which just so happens to be a bad idea because the alpha suddenly disappears.

Izzy looks around. She hears slight noises behind her, she goes to turn when suddenly she was tackled to the ground harshly, a DVD scratching her side causing her to let out a loud groan.

The alpha pinned her down. Izzy turned her head as the alpha leaned down and went close to her hair. "I'm sorry, baby bell." A deep voice whispered.

Izzy tensed at the voice and nickname. Only one person in the world called her that and that was her...uncle peter.

"Uncle Petey." Izzy gasps using her strength to throw him off her. The alpha went through the window of the store. Izzy stood there on the floor. The alpha was her uncle. She went to get up, but winced feeling a sharp pain in the bottom of her back.

She felt a DVD sticking right in her back. She goes to take it out, but gasps at the pain. Tears well up in her eyes as she pulled it out. All of a sudden everything hit her and she started crying. Her uncle had been the one doing all this. The one other person that was there for her growing up.

She heard the sound of glass breaking and then a scream. Lydia.

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"Did they forget my curly fries?" Sheriff Stilinski asks as he drives and Stiles passes him food.

Stiles shakes his head. "You're not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones."

His father looks at him with raised eyebrows. "Well, I'm carrying a lethal weapon. If I want the curly fries, I will have the curly fries."

"If you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you. are. wrong." Stiles says the last few words one by one.

"Unit one, do you copy?" A dispatcher asks over the radio.

Stiles reaches out to grab the CB, his father slapped his hand away and gave him a look. Stiles shied away. "Sorry."

Stilinski takes the radio and speaks into it. "Unit one, copy."

"Got a report of a possible one-eight-seven."

"A murder?" Stiles speaks with a mouthfulnof fries.

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The older Stilinski pulls up in front of the video shop and turns to Stiles. "Stay here." He then gets out the car giving Stiles one last look.

Stiles sits impatiently while staring at the stores shattered windows. His eyes roam around catching the sight of Izzy coming out the video store with a blanket wrapped around her shoulder a EMT walking next to her.

He watches as the EMT brings Izzy over to an ambulance which just so happens to be with Lydia. Izzy notices the girl and rushes to her. "Lydia!"

Lydia looks up and sees Izzy. A feeling of relief fills her body. Izzy sits next to her and pulls her fellow red head into a hug. Stiles's eyes widen and he stumbles out the car wanting to make sure she was okay.

"Why the hell can't I just go home? I'm fine. All thanks to Izzy." Jackson gestures to the girl.

"I hear ya, but the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard. They just wanna make sure you don't have a concussion." Sheriff sighs.

"What part of "I'm fine" are you having a problem grasping? Okay, I want to go home." Jackson says snidely.

Stilinski sighs and says in a patient tone. "And I understand that--"

"No, you don't understand that, which kind of blows my mind, since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum-wage rent-a-cop like you! Okay, now, I want to go home!"

"Jackson!" Izzy shouts to him wincing at her mild headache. "Their just trying to do their job and you're causing a damn scene. You should be happy your aren't dead. Please come and take care of your girl friend, your not only freaking her out, but me. So please just stop."

Jackson sighs and nods taking Lydia in his arms walking to the other ambulance truck, he was sitting in. Mr.Stilinski gave her a smile.

"Oh, whoa! Is that a dead body?" Stiles suddenly shouts making a group of onlookers look as his father sends him an angry look.

Izzy looks over at the boy who comes running toward her. "Izzy, are you okay? Was it you know who? Are you hurt? Did he hurt you? Because I swear, somehow I'll—."

"Stiles! I'm okay." Izzy places a hand over his mouth to stop his rambling. "I have a deep scratch on my back that's slowly healing...and it was him." Izzy whispers. "It was the alpha."

"Oh my god." Stiles mumbles before taking her face in his hands. "Did he do anything to you? Please tell me he didn't do anything."

Once again Izzy started crying. She broke down and Stiles pulled her into his chest, holding her. "He knows who I am, Stiles. He-He s-said my name."

"He knows who you are." Stiles mutters feeling Izzy nod against his chest.

"He sa-id my nickname. That only my close family knows I have. God, Stiles I don't know what to do." Izzy wipes her tears from her face. She wasn't telling him the whole truth, but it was good to get something out.

"You said it yourself, your powerful enough to take this damn alpha down." Stiles whispers. "You just have to stay strong and brave, which you already are."

"Thank you, Stiles. You're the best." Izzy whispers pulling away.

Stiles smiles and wipes her tears away. "Anytime. You gonna be okay?"

"I think so." Izzy says unsure with a nod as she and Stiles stared into each other's eyes.

"Izzy!" The sound of her brother's voice snaps them out of their little moment.

"Thank you, Sti." Izzy kisses his cheek before rushing toward Marcel.

Marcel pulled her into a hug. "Thank the lords, you're okay." Marcel pulls away. "You are okay, right?"

"I'm okay." Izzy says with a small smile. "At least I think so."

"Let's go home. I think you're dad is waiting." Marcel wraps an arm around his sister's shoulder.

"Why didn't he come with you to pick me up?" Izzy questions leaning into his side.

Marcel stays quite for a moment and Izzy gets it. "He was with Scott?"

Marcel nods. Izzy sighs. "That's great."