Dad, Isaac and I all sat at the dinner table, Isaac's black eye healed, but I still had my cut on my cheek.

We were telling him about our grades as we ate.

"So, um, so far it's an A in French and B- in Econ," Isaac said.

"Oh," Dad said. "Natalie, what about you?"

"A in both," I answered.

"What about Chemistry?"

I looked down at the table, lying. "I'm not sure. Uh, midterms are in a few days, so it could go up."

"Well, what is it now?" Dad asked.

I looked up hesitantly. "The grade?"

"Uh, yeah."

I looked down again. "I'm not sure."

"Well, you just said it could go up."

"It's just--uh--" I pulled my light brown hair back from my face. "I meant generally."

"You wouldn't be lying to me, would you, Natalie?"

"No."

"Then tell me the grade."

"I just told you. I don't know."

"You wanna take this little conversation downstairs?" My eyes inched up, thinking about the freezer, and I felt Isaac's hand grab mine underneath the table reassuringly, so I shook my head. "No?" I shook my head again. "Then tell me the grade, Natalie."

I looked down again. "Dad, the semester's only half-over."

"Nata--"

"There's plenty of time to--"

"Natalie," Dad said even louder, cutting me off.

I sighed, finally telling him. "It's--It's a D."

He shrugged, going back to eating. "Fine. It's a D. I'm not angry." Isaac and I looked at each other in slight shock. "You know I'm gonna have to find a way to punish you, though, you know? I have my responsibilities as a father. So let's start with something simple. Like, uh, tell you what, you do up the dishes and clean the kitchen, okay?"

I sat back in shock, Isaac and I exchanging a look. "Yeah."

Why had I been so worried?

Dad sipped from his coffee mug before saying, "Good. 'Cause I'd really like to see this place spotless." At the last word, he tossed the mug to the ground with it shattering at the impact. "You know what I'm saying? You know, I mean this entire kitchen."

He slid all of the dishes off toward my side of the table, and I jumped back, going to the wall as Isaac dodged them too.

Right. This was the reason I had been worried.

"Absolutely--" Dad said as he threw a glass bowl, and I ducked as Isaac ran in front of me, ducking in front of me so I wouldn't get hurt from the glass shattering over our heads. "--spotless."

Isaac let go of me, turning toward Dad as I looked up to the glass in his cheek.

"Isaac," I whispered as he pulled it out.

"Well, that was your fault," Dad told him.

Isaac stood in front of me protectively, glaring at our dad. "You could've blinded her if I hadn't gotten in the way."

"Shut up. It's a scratch! It's hardly even--"

Dad cut himself off, staring at Isaac incredulously as Isaac touched his cheek. He looked down toward me.

My eyes widened when I saw there was no blood or no cut.

Then Isaac was running for the door.

"Isaac," Dad said.

When he walked toward me, he bent down to grab my arm tightly, pulling me along.

"No, Dad, no," I said as he pulled me out of the house as Isaac was riding away on his bike.

"Isaac!" Dad yelled. Isaac didn't stop, and Dad pulled me to the car. "Get in the car."

"Dad, no, stop," I said, but he opened the backseat driver's side door anyway, pushing me inside.

In the backseat behind the driver's, he always had the child lock on, so I couldn't even get out if I tried.

He got into the driver's side in front of me and we followed after Isaac.

"Dad, just leave him alone, please," I said when it started to pour outside. He didn't answer me, turning on the windsheild wipers. "Dad? Listen to me, please. Dad."

He pulled to an alley, stopping, and then pulling back as we saw Isaac's bike. Rolling down his window, he called, "Isaac!"

"Dad, please don't. He won't come back if--"

"Shut up," he cut me off as he rolled his window up, getting out of the car. He slammed the door, then turned to mine, opening it and pulling me out into the rain.

"Dad, don't, just leave him alone--"

"Shut up." He pulled me further into the alley, the rain pouring down. "Isaac? Isaac? You don't come back, she's gonna pay for it." I took in a long, deep and unsteady breath. His eyes locked on something in front of him, taking off his glasses. "Isaac?" When I looked over to what he was and he put on his glasses, I didn't see anything. "Okay, that's enough. Let's go. I said grab your bike and let's go or it's gonna worse for her."

"Just leave him alone. Please." I begged him as he took off his glasses again.

"I said shut up," he told me, then looked off again. "Isaac?"

"Dad, please, let's just go and--"

He turned, using his hand to bac-hand me hard enough I slipped on the soaking wet ground, landing on my stomach and hitting my head.

My cheek and chin were cut, the side of my face and arm scraped pretty badly.

And then my dad screamed, "Holy!" and took off toward the car.

I didn't even see what was happening, or who threw the car door in my direction, and I tried to duck in time, but a part of it sliding over my back, slicing deep into my skin, and I groaned out a scream as it slid down the rest of the alley as I heard my dad's screaming coming to a stop.

I was too weak to even move, with the car door hitting me and then, before that, my dad, but I managed to turn my head to see the driver's side door now a hole with my dead father's body.

Choking a pained gasp, knowing I was gonna die with the wound in my back, I finally heard Isaac. "Natalie?"

"Isaac," I said weakly.

He came running toward me the opposite direction of the car, leaning down next to me. "What the hell happened?"

"I don't know."

"Oh, my God," he said. "Your back."

"I hurt, Izzy."

"I know, Natty."

Isaac pulled me up into a gentle hug, holding the back of my head, pulling me up from the ground. "You have to come with me to my friend. He can help you. Heal you. He can save you."

I slowly nodded, unable to reply.

"Yeah?" he asked.

I nodded again.

He pulled me into one last hung before picking me up bridal-style and running through the rain to get me help.

Because I didn't want to die.

I didn't know where we were, but I was too dizzy and out of it from bloodloss to care.

"Derek?" Isaac called as he ran me down a dark stairwell. "Derek!"

"What's wrong?" a guy's voice asked as Isaac carried me into what looked like a subway train.

"My dad, I think he's dead, and my sister--she's dying."

"What did you do?"

"That's the thing. It wasn't me. Please, can you help her?"

I didn't see what happened, my eyes fluttering closed, but I could hear and feel.

I felt myself being lowered to the ground, my head hanging to the side as the one I assumed to be Derek said, "You know what you're asking for, right? She'll be like us. Have to deal with the full moon tomorrow night, the Argents, everything."

"What I'm asking for is you to save her life," Isaac replied worriedly. "I'll deal with what's to come."

"You won't have to do it alone."

I felt strong hands grab my arm, pulling it up toward them.

And about two dozen very sharp teeth pierce through my skin.

I gasped, returning fully to conciousness at the pain, and Isaac grabbed one of my hands while the other was still being held and bitten by a freaking psychopath.

Then I seeped into complete blackness.

---Isaac---

"What do I do now?" I asked as I looked down at Natalie's sleeping form. If it hadn't bee for her heart beat, I would think she was dead.

"You wait until she wakes up," Derek answered. "She was there at the attack, maybe that thing was what tried to kill her too. If she remembers, we'll ask."

"When will she wake up?"

"When she's closed to being healed."

"What about school? Our dad dying and her disappearing, people'll either think she's a suspect or she was taken."

"She'll have to stay if she wants to heal all the way quickly," Derek replied. "And you'll go to school, pretend nothing's wrong, okay?"

I looked over to him incredulously. "My father died and my sister might. There's nothing right about that."

"That's why you pretend."

I sighed, then looked away. "What about the full moon?"

"She'll probably be too weak to experience any of it." I didn't answer. "Isaac." I looked toward him. "She's gonna be fine. Go to school. Pretend. Get distracted. I swear, she'll be fine."

Later, I was talking to Sheriff Stilinski again, aout them finding Natalie's and my father.

"Where's your sister, Isaac?" he ended. "Where's Natalie?"

I shook my head, lying, knowing Derek would be here, somewhere. "I don't know. I haven't seen her since last night." Sheriff looked away, and my eyes widened. "You don't think she did it, do you?"

"We're not sure of anything," he told me. He put his hand on my shoulder, leading me away from the lacrosse field. "Come on. We'll give you a place to stay and we'll find your sister."

As he led me away, I looked back at the other werewolf on the lacrosse field, talking to the sheriff's son.

Scott McCall and Stiles Stilinski.

"His father's dead," Scott told him. "They think he was murdered. His sister Natalie is minssing."

"Are they saying one of them's a suspect?" Stiles asked.

"I'm not sure. Why?"

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours."

"Like, overnight?"

"During the full moon."

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?"

"People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good. I'm not sure about his sister, though."

"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have an urge to maim and kill?"

"Yeah."

"He does."

---Natalie---

I hurt as I woke up, barely in the land of conciousness as I tried to sit up.

I couldn't, sinking back down.

But how was I alive when a car door nearly slice through my back?

Speaking of which, my back still hurt, obviously. Not nearly as much as I would've expected, and I had no idea why, but I still hurt like hell.

The long, deep cut against my back . . . it didn't feel as long and as deep anymore. I mean, yes, I still felt it, but no where near as bad.

Even though I couldn't get up, I could still move. Barely. I was so shocked that I could. An injury like that should've paralyzed me, if it hadn't killed me.

But I could move. I tried to remembered was happened, and all I remembered was Dad getting angry at me for a D in Chemistry, and had almost hit me with a glass bowl if it hadn't been for Isaac. I remembered that he had magically healed and ran away. I remembered Dad pulling me out of the house into the car as I had tried to beg him to leave Isaac alone.

Then I remembered the rain storm, the alley, Dad pulling me out of the car as he told me to shut up, knowing Isaac was super protective of me. He would do anything for me.

I remembered Dad repeatedly calling for Isaac until I had begged him again, and he had turned around to hit me hard enough I fell to the ground, scraping the side of my face and my chin on the wet ground.

And I remembered him running, leaving me on the ground as I had heard his scream and the car door pried off and coming toward me, sliding against and cutting into my back.

I hadn't seen who killed Dad. I had been too weak to even look his way.

But I had remembered Isaac's voice, calling my name, and I had called his weakly back.

I remembered him, running to help me, the rain still pouring, as he pulled me into a hug, then off of the ground and into another hung, then sweeping me up bridal style as he ran through the rain to save my life.

He had said something about a guy named Derek, and I remembered Derek asking what happened, what he had did, but Isaac hadn't done it, and he begged him to save my life.

"You know what you're asking for, right? She'll be like us. Have to deal with the full moon tomorrow night, the Argents, everything."

"What I'm asking for is you to save her life," Isaac replied worriedly. "I'll deal with what's to come."

"You won't have to do it alone."

Then I had felt two strong hand grab my arm and bite into it with what had felt like a hundred sharp teeth, making me gasp and awake and open my eyes as Isaac had grabbed my other hand reassuringly. Like he had always done.

Only this time, this was insane.

I barely lifted my arm to look at my bandaged arm.

Whenever "Derek" or Isaac got back, I was seriously--

My thought cut off when I saw my nails on my hand start to change. Sharpening, browning to a different color into weird claws. What the hell? I looked over to my other hand, seeing the same thing happening to it.

I felt the strangest, animalistic feeling. It was . . . indescribable. I literally couldn't explain it. I didn't want to. I didn't want to think or feel.

What I wanted as to hunt.

Hunt on what? I wondered, but my mind shut the thought down, not caring as I felt myself change. In a very, very weird way.

My ears were reshaping, my vision turning red slowly, two of my teeth on the top gum sharpening like knives, and the same repeated for two on the bottom.

What the hell was happening to me? I thought as I felt hair growing on the sides of my cheeks.

I was restless, unable to think as I tried to pull myself from the subway seat I was in.

Three words floated through my mind. Hunt. Eat. Kill.

When I tried to pull myself up, I just fell to the ground weakly, crawling, pulling myself, growling angrily as I pulled myself from the train, even through the pain, I kept fight. I needed to.

"She's strong," I heard. "She shouldn't be able to even move yet."

"She's, uh, determined," another voice said. A voice I had knew my whole life, but I couldn't find myself to listen or care. "She can get things done. She fights."

"Strong character."

"Yeah."

"The sun's almost up. She'll be okay soon, even if you're both suspected for murder."

Isaac was staring nervously at me as I clawed my way toward them, growling and waiting to attack, but . . .

"Can you get her to stop that?"

Derek came to crouch in front of me, and I watched as his own face changed.

His eyes glew red as his teeth sharpened to canines, roaring down on me. Deafening. Intimidating.

Just like that, I was back to my oldself, that was wondering what the hell was going on, snapping me out of it as I turned my head, laying it on top of my arms.

I felt everything fade. The teeth, the claws, the hair, the ears, my red vision . . . I was completely sane again as I looked back up at Isaac and Derek.

"What's happening to me?"

Derek sighed, looking down at me. "There's a lot you need to learn, Natalie. Normally, I give people like you a choice. You were dying. He asked me to save you, so I did."

"Who are you?" I asked, remembering the way he changed.

He smiled a little. "Your friend."

I took in a deep breath, saying more forcibly, "What are you?"

"A werewolf." I blinked, unable to do anything else. "An Alpha. You and Isaac? You're Betas. I turned you into werewolves."

Yesterday, I would've called him crazy. But I had just seen what he could turn into, what I felt myself turn into.

"What else do I need to know?"

"That'll come in time. Right now, you need to rest. Heal. Before anything else."

I looked up to Isaac, feeling confused yet okay. Maybe a little breathless and weirded out and hurting, but fine.

What did he get us into?