It was morning and Izzy was slowly getting ready for school. She stared in the mirror looking over where her wound use to be. She had fully healed it with her magic, it took time, but she did it.

Even with the wound gone her back aches and she can't stop thinking about her uncle...the alpha. She didn't know what to do or who to tell or even know if it was her uncle. She thought it was impossible because her uncle couldn't move on his own...at least that's what she thought.

Isabelle still hasn't seen her father. She heard him come home during the middle of the night. Her father did come into the room, but she faked sleeping, she really did fall asleep.

So now, Izzy just finished getting dressed and she went down to the kitchen seeing her dad and Marcel. She ignored her father and placed a kiss on her brothers cheek.

Marcel rolled his eyes knowing what exactly the girl was doing. Izzy was going to ignore her dad for not being there until he apologized. Izzy usually wasn't this petty, but she felt like it was needed.

Derek should have been there the second he heard about what happened, but instead he was with who? Scott fucking McCall.

"Good Morning, Marcy." Izzy spoke softly as she took a blood bag from the fridge and ripped it open.

Izzy really didn't live on blood bags. She drunk at least 2 a week. You would think that her not drinking blood would make her weaker, but it didn't. Having her magic and werewolf side out did her vampire side which is why she doesn't drink much blood.

At the name Marcel slapped her shoulder playfully. "Good Morning, kid. How you feeling?"

"I don't know how to feel." Izzy sighs sitting on the chair two spaces down from her dad's.

"After what happened I understand." Marcel reaches over and takes her hand in his. "I'm happy you got up today and decided to try and get pass everything."

"I a—."

Izzy nods with a small smile cutting Derek off. "Me too. Even though my back hurts."

"It will go away soon, plus from what you said you landed pretty badly." Marcel squeezes her hand comfortingly.

"Yeah." Izzy shrugs before getting out of her chair. "I have to go to school, see you later?"

"Of course." Marcel smiles placing a kiss on her head as she walks away with Derek right behind her.

"I'm sorry, sweetheart." Derek calls to her right before she could reach the door.

Izzy stops and slowly turns to her father. "For what exactly? Because I can name numerous of things."

Derek sighs and looks at his daughter with soft eyes. "For not being there. Instead of Marcel it should have been me that got you and took care of you. I was so worked up with helping Scott, that I—."

"Couldn't drop everything and make sure you're daughter was okay." Izzy cut him off. She hated the way she was acting, but it was true. Everything she said was true. He should have been the first one there especially when she didn't have much people to even depend on.

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"Just a friendly reminder-- parent-teacher conferences are tonight! Students below a C-average are required to attend. I won't name you, because the shame and self-disgust should be more than enough punishment." Harris speaks as he suddenly looks around the class room confused. "...Has anyone seen Scott McCall?"

Harris glanced at Stiles and Izzy who instead of giving a verbal answer just shrugs simultaneously. Suddenly, Jackson storms in, looking...nothing like Jackson.

Mr.Harris eyes him and walks to Jackson who sits right behind. "Hey, Jackson-- if you need to leave early for any reason, you let me know." He looks to Izzy with a raised eyebrow. "Same for you. Now, everyone, start reading chapter nine. And Mr. Stilinski, try putting the highlighter down between paragraphs. It's chemistry, not a coloring book."

Stiles looks up at him and tilts his head spitting out the highlighter cap making Izzy chuckle for the first time that day. Stiles looks over at her with a big accomplished smile.

"You know you're only suppose to highlight the important things." Izzy raises an eyebrow at him.

"I know, but I think everything is important." Stiles shrugs highlighting another sentence.

"Of course you do." Izzy says watching him in amusement.

A couple of seconds passed and Stiles leans forward to whisper something to Danny. "Hey, Danny-- can I ask you a question?"

"No." Danny says without turning his head to look at the boy.

"Well, I'm going to anyway." Stiles shrugs. "Um, did Lydia show up in your homeroom today?"

Danny rolls his eyes, but shakes his head. "No."

"Can I ask you another question?" Stiles asks making Izzy chuckle again.

Danny sighs. "Answer's still no."

"Does anyone know what happened to her and Jackson last night besides Iz?" Stiles asks anyway.

Danny turns and looks at him unsure. "He wouldn't tell me."

Stiles looks at Izzy and then Danny surprised.
"But he's your best friend."

"He wouldn't tell me." Danny shakes his head. "Why are you asking me this and not Iz? She was the one there and Jackson is her best friend also."

"I did ask. I just wanted to know what he told you is all." Stiles shrugs. Danny nods and turns back around. "Wait, one more question..."

"What?" Danny asks impatiently.

"...Do you find me attractive?" Stiles blurts out. Izzy laughs shaking her head as she watches Stiles leans forward little by little until he falls off his seat. He quickly and awkwardly catches himself while everyone stared at him. Some laughing and some just plain staring.

Stiles looks over to Izzy who was looking at him trying to stop her laughter, but failed. Stiles embarrassingly smiles back as his cheeks get red. He gets up cleaning up whatever dust was on him and sat down in his chair going back to highlighting like nothing happened.

Izzy chuckles once more before looking over at Jackson. She placed a hand on his arm, Jackson looks up at her and his hard facial expression softens. "How you feeling, Jacky."

Jackson forms a small smile at the name. "I don't know how to feel."

"Me either. Everything was so sudden and everything is still hitting, you know?" Izzy runs her thumb over his arm softly.

Jackson nods. "Trust me I know."

"You know I'm here if anything." Izzy smiles softly.

"Same here." Jackson whispers squeezing her hand before they both turned back to what they were previously doing, not catching Stiles's jealous eyes on them.

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"Finally!" Stiles shouts into the phone as him and Izzy rush down the hall. "Have you been getting any of my texts?"

Yeah, like, all nine million of them...Scott who was on the line answers.

"Do you have any idea what's going on? Lydia is totally MIA, Jackson looks like he's got a time bomb inserted in his face, another random guy's dead, everything is still hitting Izzy and you have to do something about it!" Stiles exclaims.

Like what?

"Something!!!" Stiles says rather loudly making others in the hall stare at him.

Okay, I'll deal with it later. Scott says before he hangs up.

Izzy looks over at Stiles. "Want to come with me to check on Lydia?"

"Of course, I'm driving." Stiles holds up his keys.

"Well obviously." Izzy says as they walk out the school.

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"Honey, there's a Stiles and Izzy here to see you." Natalie Martin, Lydia's mom said as she opened the door to her daughters room letting the two teens in.

"What the hell is a 'Stiles'?" Lydia slurs.

Natalie looks at the two awkwardly. "She took a little something to ease her nerves. You can-you can go in."

"Thanks you." "Thanks, Nat." Stiles and Izzy says with a smile.

"What are you doing here?" Lydia asks Izzy as she walks over to her bed.

"I was just making sure you were okay." Izzy says softly as she sat next to Lydia.

"Why?"

"Because I was worried about you and you're my best friend." Izzy runs a hand through Lydia's hair. "How are you feeling?"

"I feel..." Lydia leans closer to Izzy's face. "Ffffantastic."

Izzy hums with a soft smile as Stiles picks up one of Lydia's pill bottles. "I bet you can't say, uh, "I saw Susie sitin' in a shoe-shine shop" ten times fast."

Lydia looks at him with a challenging look. "I saw shuzy--I shaw--I saw..." Lydia trails off making Izzy look at her concerned.

"What?" Izzy questions. "Lydia, what did you see?"

"Something..." Lydia trails off again.

"Something... like a mountain lion?" Stiles questions.

"A mountain lion..." Lydia says slowly.

"Are you sure you saw a mountain lion, or are you just saying that because that's what the police told you?" Isabelle questions running a hand through Lydia's hair.

"A mountain lion..." Lydia answers dazed.

Stiles and Izzy share a look before Stiles grabs a bear from Lydia's bed and shows the girl. "What's this?"

"A mountain lion..." Lydia slurs out.

"Okay, you're so drunk..." Stiles mumbles.

"What the fuck are they giving you." Izzy mutters right after Stiles. Izzy was running her hand in Lydia's hair noting that she was falling asleep.

Stiles noticing it to. "Well, I'm gonna... go... Uh, I'll let you get back to the whole post-traumatic-stress thing..."

"Mmm... stay..." Lydia's eyes flutter open a little bit.

"Stay? You want us to stay?" Izzy repeats?

"Yes, please... stay..." Lydia says sleepily. "Please, Jackson..."

"How strong we're those fucking pills?" Izzy questions fixing Lydia into her bed.

Lydia's phone buzzed on the night stand making Stiles look at it and then to Izzy who just shrugs. Stiles grabs it and looks at it. "It's a text. I don't know how to--holy shit. Iz, look."

Izzy gets up and looks at the phone in Stiles's hand. On the phone was a video of a dark shadow hurtling through the store front window. Stiles hits pause. Izzy with her breath caught in her throat, zooms in perfectly. There standing in two feet was a dark, monstrous silhouette with red glowing eyes.

The Alpha

Suddenly Izzy's phone dings making the two flinch. Izzy realizing it was her phone, let out a breath. She looked at it and noticed it was her dad.

Can you come home, plz. We still need to talk.

Izzy rolls her eyes and looks to the Stilinski boy next to her. "Hey, can I go over to yours?"

"Mine?" Stiles questions with a hint of disbelief in his voice.

"If it's okay." Izzy smiles.

"Of course!" Stiles smiles back.

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"Hey, it's me again." Stiles's speaks into his phone watching as Izzy was practicing her magic that he had been helping her with. "Look, me and Lydia found something, and I don't know about Izzy, but I don't know what to do, okay? So, if you could turn your phone on right now, that'd be great! Or else, I'll kill you. Do you understand me? I'm gonna kill you. And I'm too upset to come up with a witty description about how exactly I'm gonna kill you, but I'm just gonna do it, okay? I'm gonna-- ugh! Goodbye."

"You ramble a lot." Izzy looks at Stiles's closing her grimoire.

"I know, I'm so—."

"Don't apologize. I think it's cute." Izzy smiles at him with a wink.

Stiles looks at his crush flabbergasted. "Y-You think I'm cute?"

"I said I thought you're rambling was cute." Izzy corrects watching as Stiles's face drops a bit. "But you're cute too."

A big smile forms on Stiles's face, before he could saying anything Mr.Stilinski walks in. "Please tell me I'm gonna hear good news at this parent-teacher thing tonight."

"I totally forgot that was today." Izzy slaps a hand to her forehead.

"Hello, Hale." Mr.Stilinski waves at her, Stiles slightly blocking her figure.

"Mr.Stilinski." Izzy nods at him with a small smile.

Mr.Stilinski nods back and looks to his son. "So?"

"...Depends on how you define good news." Stiles says hesitantly.

Mr.Stilinski looks at Stiles unamused. "I define it as you getting straight-A's with no behavioral issues."

"You might wanna rethink that definition." Stiles says making Izzy giggle.

"Enough said." The older Stilinski sighs before leaving the room.

"Still nothing from Scott?" Izzy asks once the man leaves.

Stiles shakes his head. "Come on, Scott. Where the hell are you?"

"You want to continue helping me?" Izzy asks motioning to her book. "It may take your mind off of it a little."

"Yeah, let's do it." Stiles nods.