"This is the one she was just wearing?" Scott questions as Rowen throws him Lydia's bloody hospital gown.

"No, I just have you a random one." Rowen says sarcastically wrapping his arm around a frowning Izzy's shoulders.

Scott ignores him and looks to Izzy. "I'm not gonna let anyone hurt her. Not again."

"I know." Izzy mumbles. "I just have this feeling that everything is about to come down for us again."

"Let's not jinx it, Belly." Rowen rubs her shoulder comforting.

"Don't call me that."

"All right." Stiles stops Rowen from saying something back. "Can you just shove the thing in your face and find her."

Stiles starts the car, making the headlights shine on a specific Argent girl who was standing in front of the car. Stiles jumps. "Wow!"

"What the hell is she doing here?!" Izzy leans and slaps Scott's arm.

"I'm guessing that's the Argent girl you don't like very much." Rowen whispers to Izzy who nods.

"I don't know!" The McCall boy exclaims leaning his head out to window. "What are you doing here? Hasn't your father threatened me enough?"

Allison only shakes her head. "I don't care-- she's my best friend, and we need to find her before they do."

"We don't need you to find her." Izzy sticks her head out the car and glares at the girl. "And she's my best friend not yours."

Scott sighs. "Look, we can find her before the cops can."

"How about before my father does?" Allison raises an eyebrow at them.

"He's a problem that can be dealt with very quickly." Izzy says only to get pulled into the car by Rowen.

Stiles's covers up his laughter and looks at Allison. "He knows?"

"Yeah." Allison nods. "I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs."

"Search party?" Rowen asks.

"It's more like a hunting party."

"Get in." Scott tells her.

"Where exactly?" Izzy question. "On your lap? Because there's no space back here."

"Yes, Izzy on my lap." Scott rolls his eyes.

"I'm sorry, Sti." Izzy pats his shoulder. Stiles's heart flutters at the use of his nickname.

Stiles drives out of the parking lot. "All right, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?"

"I don't know. They won't tell me anything, okay? All they say is, 'We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here.'"

"What others?" Izzy asks. "Like hunters? Other hunters?"

"I don't know, they won't tell me that yet." Allison says frustratedly.

"Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on." Stiles looks at the road ahead of him. "Scott, are we going the right way?"

"Yeah we are." Rowen answers, everyone besides Izzy looks at him. "What? I'm a new vampire. My sense are heightened. Take the next right."

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"She came here? You sure?" Stiles looks at the Hale house in front of them. Izzy felt an uneasy shiver go through her body as she stared at the house.

"Yeah, this is where the scent leads." Scott glances at the Hale girl who was as kid h everyone's eyes.

"All right, but has Lydia ever been here?"

Allison shakes her head. "Not with me."

They look to Izzy who slowly shakes her head. "She's been here once and we were only like 6. I always went to hers."

"Maybe she came here on instinct." Rowen speaks up.

"Like she was looking for Derek?" Allison adds glancing at Izzy.

"You mean, looking for an Alpha." Izzy corrects. "It's okay, you can say it."

"Wolves need a pack, right?" Allison looks around the group.

Scott shakes his head. "Not all of them..."

"But would she have been drawn to an Alpha? Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?" Allison asks with a tilt of her head.

"Yeah, we're-we're stronger in packs." Scott stumbles over his words.

"Like, strength in numbers?"

"No, like-like, literally stronger, faster... Better in every way." Izzy says eyeing the dark house.

"Is that the same for an Alpha?" Allison asks as they walk through the woods.

"That'll make my father, uh, stronger, too." Izzy falls back a bit.

"Whoa, hey! Look at this!" Stiles gestures to a string on the ground, he pulls on it. "You see this? I think it's a tripwire."

"Stiles!" The Hale and McCall girl shout.

"Yeah?" Stiles's turns to them, only to find them hanging upside down by their foot. "Oh."

"You idiot." Rowen slaps the back of the Stilinski boys head. "Next time you see a tripwire? Don't trip it."

"Yeah, I'm sorry, noted..." Stiles runs his head.

Stiles's and Rowen start eyeing the rope looking for a way to get them down, but the two hanging quickly stop them when they hear footsteps. "Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait! Someone's coming! Hide!"

"Iz—." Stiles's starts.

"Go!" Izzy shouts, and looks to Rowen. "Now!"

Izzy groans when she sees it was Chris Argent approaching them. "Ugh, I've had enough of the Argents for today."

"Shut up." Scott mumbles to Izzy.

"Scott? Izzy?"

"Isabelle." Izzy corrects.

"Mr. Argent..." Scott watches as he gets in front of them.

Argent smiles fakely. "How are you guys doing?"

"Good. You know, just hangin' out."

"Horrible, now that we've crossed paths."

"Is this one of yours? It's, uh, good. Nice design. Very constricting." Scott starts kissing  Argent's ass making Izzy roll her eyes in annoyance.

Argent sighs. "What are you doing out here?"

"Looking for my best friend." Izzy snarls.

"Ahh... That's right. Lydia's in your group now, isn't she? Part of the clique? Is that the word you use? Or is there another way to put it? Part of your pack?"

"Actually." Izzy starts curling up and using her magic to break the rope. "Clique sounds about right to me."

Chris quickly stands and eyes her watching her do the same to Scott who falls on to the floor. "I hope so... 'Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special circumstance such as yourself? One, I can handle. Not two."

"I believe it's time for you to go, Argent." Izzy allows her eyes to glow red, her hands to glowing.

"Listen, Isab—."

Rowen speeds to her side, slightly scaring Chris. "She said go."

Chris eyes them, he stares at Scott for a second longer before walking away. Allison rushes to Scott. "Are you okay?"

"Just another life-threatening, scary conversation with your dad..." Scott smiles slightly standing up from the floor.

"Are you okay?" Stiles looks over Izzy. "I didn't mean to get you stuck like that—."

"Stiles, I'm okay." Izzy cuts him off gently.

"I'm really sorry, Iz and—."

"Sti." Izzy grabs the boys hands into hers. "I'm okay."

"Sorry." Stiles mutters immediately stoping his rambling.

"Next time watch what you're messing with?"

"Deal."

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Later that night, Izzy laid in her bed staring up at her celling. She tried to sleep, but all the thoughts in her head were stopping her from doing so.

Her thoughts went from Lydia, who was still lost, the new vampire in town, to her father who totally abandoned her and to Stiles, who she has yet to be together with. There was some many things stopping her. Starting with how she thought she wasn't good enough for someone like him...

Izzy puts her overthinking on a pause when she hears a tap on her window. She furrows her eyebrows and slowly gets up from her bed making her way towards the window. She moves her curtains and is immediately met with with the sight of Isaac Lahey's face.

Izzy eyes him through the window, she could see how out of breath he was, his face full of tension and the dark bruise around his eyes. She quickly opens the window and helps pull him in.

When he gets in safely, she grabs his face in her hands. "What the fuck happened, Isaac?"

"He-He-He did it again." Isaac stutters his eyes getting glossy.

"Oh, Isaac." Izzy pulls him into a hug.

At first Isaac tenses at the contact, but some
how he feels the warmth and safeness radiating off her. He always felt safe with Izzy. She always made him feel somewhat okay.

"It hurts." Isaac cries into her neck. "I-I don't do anything for him to just t-treat me like I'm..."

"Trash." Izzy mumbles for him. He nods. Izzy knew exactly how he felt. "You didn't do nothing wrong Isaac. Nothing. Don't blame yourself at all, okay? Your father is just a piece of shit that doesn't deserve someone like you, at all."

Izzy felt tears well up in her eyes as Isaac just continued to cry in her neck. Eventually the two held each other, venting all of their feelings while crying. After some time, Rowen hears them and joined them, he himself getting the job of holding them.

When Marcel came home he found the three teens all fast asleep on Izzy's bed. Izzy and Isaac clutching on to each other and Rowen by their feet. He left them alone with a sad sigh. He found it crazy what teens their age went through. They shouldn't be experiencing what they're going through on a daily basis, not at such a young age.

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