I walked into the waiting room after having an argument with one of the nurses after she refused to let us see Lydia again. It was beginning to become frustrating that we weren't allowed to see Lydia, not only did we want to make sure that she was alright but we also had so many questions.

How did she survive the bite and not get turned?

I had never heard of anything like it. And Derek wasn't very helpful when it came to giving me any answers. Derek seemed absent lately, and it was surprising that he didn't seem invested in finding out what was happening with Lydia.

Looking around the waiting room I found Stiles who was sprawled on the chairs asleep.

"Oh, your dirty." Stiles muttered in his sleep as he puckered his lips. Not even wanting to guess what he was dreaming about I snapped my fingers in his face hoping that he would wake up.

"Stiles wake up." I told him as he moan softly. Disgusted I slap across his face as he stood up frantically. Stiles began swatting his hands around causing the balloon tied around his wrist to hit him across the face. Annoyed I extended one of my claws tearing the balloon. A loud popping sound ringing in the quiet hospital hallway.

"That was for Lydia." Stiles complained as he rubbed his eyes.

"I don't think a stupid balloon is going to help Lydia get any better." I replied in irritation as I placed my hands on my hips.

"Judging by your mood I'm guessing that we're not going to see her?" Stiles stated an amused expression forming on his face. "What happened to, I'm not taking no for an answer?"

I growled in response causing Stiles to take a step back as Ms. McCall and Mr. Martin walked out of Lydia's room. "I have an idea."

"Great tell me how it goes, I'm going to go get something to eat." Stiles told me with a yawn before walking in the other direction towards the vending machines.

I walked over to Mr. Martin hoping that I would be able to convince him to let us see Lydia. I couldn't help but feel extremely guilt about what happened to her, and although the doctors say that she's okay the fact that we don't know how the bite is affecting heronly made me more worried. "Hey Alexis." Ms. McCall greeted with her usual wide smile. "I'm guessing you and Stiles want to see Lydia?"

"That's exactly what we want." I replied trying not some completely irritated. "So, I was wondering if maybe we could..."

Suddenly a loud crash was heard from the hallway, later followed by a loud scream. "Lydia." I muttered immediately recognizing her terrified voice, without a second thought I ran into Lydia's room only to find that it was completely empty. Ms. McCall and Mr. Martin soon came bursting into the room along with Stiles.

The sound of the shower running caught my attention as I opened the door to the bathroom, to find that it was Lydia was also nowhere to be seen. I pulled back the shower curtain making sure that she actually was gone, not being able to make sense of what was happening I turned around to find that everyone had followed me into the bathroom their faces displaying a fix of shock and fear. 

"I'll call the police." Ms. McCall quickly stated before running out of the room. Stiles tugged at the hem of my shirt and I followed his gaze to the open window. I looked around the bathroom to find a hospital robe on the floor, quickly picking it up I shoved it into Stiles' jacket before pulling him out of the room.

"We have to find her." I told him and I could see he was as worried as I was. The sound of her scream was burned into my mind, there was no describing it. 

"You sure she's not in the building?" Stiles asked as we walked down the hall to were Sheriff Stilinski was already talking to Scott and Lydia's parents.

"She's definitely not in the building." I assured knowing that I would have to sense her in some way or at least catch her scent in some corner of this hospital. 

"So where is she?" Stiles asked and I stopped to look at him with irritation.

"Stiles if I knew the answer to that I would be out getting her."

"Wow, you're in a mood."He muttered as he adjusted the robe in his jacket. As we got closer to were the Sheriff was standing we walked faster to see what they knew or thought about the situation.

"Nothing. She just took off." Ms. McCall said, seeming completely confused on how Lydia could possibly escape the hospital, especially in the state that she was in. Her wounds hadn't been healed yet, she couldn't have had the strength to climb out the window on the third story. 

"All right, let's get an APB out on a 16-year-old redhead. Any other descriptors?" Sheriff Stilinksi questioned into the police radio as he walked into the hallway along with another deputy and Ms.McCall.

"She's five foot three, green eyes, pale skin. And her hair is actually strawberry blonde." Stiles immediately corrected giving his father a more detailed description of Lydia. And although Stiles seemed proud of himself, his father did't seem as amused. 

"Is that right?" Sheriff Stilinski muttered in annoyance as he got a hold of Stiles' arm pulling him away, I stayed put as I watched their argument. I always found it odd the Mr. Stilinski always wanted to make sure his son didn't get me in any trouble. If only he knew that his son only started getting in trouble because of me and my family."What the hell are you still doing here?"

"Um providing moral support?" I heard Stiles replay awkwardly, in a way that was definitely not helping his current situation.

"Uh-huh. How 'bout you provide your ass back home, where you should be." He replied before suddenly turning his head towards me, I smiled as I waved awkwardly before the Sheriff returned his attention to Stiles. "And take Alexis back home too."

"Okay, I can do that too." Stiles muttered as his dad let him go, he made his way over to me as he rubbed his arm. "We should definitely go now."

We took a turn down the hall where to men were trying to pick up a vending machine that had fallen over. The glass had shattered and they seemed to be struggling to lift it. "Did you do that?" I asked as I came to a stop.

"Alex we need to focus here." Stiles replied as he grabbed my hand leading me out of the hospital.

"Okay, but that was you." I continued as we walked towards the Jeep where Scott was already waiting in the passenger's seat, I could feel how anxious he was and it wasn't helping with my own nerves. 

"It's possible." He muttered causing me to roll my eyes, of course he couldn't do something as simple as get a snack from a vending machine. Once we got to the Jeep I jumped in the back as Stiles handed Scott Lydia's hospital robe.

"We're gonna find her, so don't worry." Scott told us as he looked down at the rob.

"All right, just shove the thing in your face and let's find her." Stiles replied as he started the Jeep, when the headlights turn on Allison seemed to appear out of no where causing Stiles to jump. She shouldn't here. Her presence would only cause us more trouble and the last thing we needed was her family wanting to hunt us down because their daughter was in love with a werewolf. 

Allison made her way to Scott's window as he rolled it down to talk to her. I leaned back against the seats slightly annoyed, because we didn't have time to waste here. 

"What are you doing here? Someone's gonna see us." Scott whispered as he looked around the parking lot for any sign of the Argents.

"I don't care she is my best friend, and we need to find her before they do." Allison immediately argued clearly equally as concerned for Lydia.

"We can find her before the cops can." Scott assured her with a sigh.

"How about before my father does?"

"He knows?" Stiles asked as he leaned in closer to the window.

"Yeah. I just saw him and three other guys leave my house in two SUVs." She added fear and worry clear in her eyes. Hearing all this made me angry. because the hunters always wanted to resolve everything with violence and death. 

"It's a search party." Scott said as he glanced as Stiles and I.

"It's more like a hunting party." She corrected, and making the situation much worse. The Argents wouldn't hesitate to kill Lydia, especially if she hurt someone. And considering we had not idea what headspace she was in made her all the more dangerous. 

"Get in." Scott said as he opened the door allowing Allison to climb into the back with me. Things between Allison and I had been tense considering her aunt killed my family and my uncle murdered her aunt right in front of us. But none of that mattered now. We couldn't let the actions of our psychotic family members be the reason why there would be any sort of bad blood between each other. But we would be fooling each each other if we said that was the case. 

Every time I heard the name Argent all I could think about was the woman that murdered my entire family. 

"All right, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?" Stiles questioned as he pulled out of the hospital parking lot.

"I don't know. They won't tell me anything." She replied clearly frustrated about the situation with her family. "Okay, all they say is, we'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here."

"Others?" I asked immediately, causing Allison to finally look me in the eyes. The thought of more Argents coming to Beacon Hills made me sick to my stomach. And I was sure that Allison didn't miss the clear disgust on my face. "What others?"

"I don't know, they won't tell me that, either."

"Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on." Stiles stated with a sigh he sped faster down the road.

It was a cold night. Freezing actually. 

If Lydia hadn't turned there was no way that she could survive a night like this. Not while only wearing a hospital gown. We had to find her as soon as possible before she hurt herself or anyone else. 

"She came here? You sure?" Stiles asked skeptically as the four stood in front of my old house. The tension was thick as we remembered the events that occurred just a couple days ago. It was like I could steal see my brother's glowing red alpha eyes when he clawed our uncles throat out. 

"This is where the scent leads." I confirmed as I tried to pinpoint a specific place where she had been, but her scent felt like it was everywhere in the area.

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

"Not with me." Allison replied as we continued looking around, hoping that we would find Lydia before the rest of the Argents did. "Maybe she came here on instinct, like she was looking for Derek."

"You mean looking for an Alpha." Scott corrected as we all come to a sudden stop, because that statement alone made it so much more real the Lydia might actually be turning.

"Wolves need a pack, right?"

"Not all of them." I replied, needing time to process the fact that Lydia might be looking for my brother. "There's omegas."

"But would she have been drawn to an Alpha? Is it an instinct to be part of a pack?" She continued to ask me, and although Lydia being a werewolf seemed logical a part of me still felt that it wasn't the case. I would have felt it that night that we snuck into her hospital room. 

"It's possible, we are stronger in packs."

"Like strength in numbers."

"No, like, literally stronger, faster, better in every way." Scott clarified as we continued to look around the woods for any physical sign that Lydia was here.

"That the same for an Alpha?"

"Yes." I said feeling slightly disappointed and resentful towards my brother. As the days went on it had become clear that becoming alpha was always part of his plan. But it wasn't him becoming alpha that angered me, it was the fact that he failed to share his plan with me. "Derek is already so much stronger. And we are too." I continued before turning to Scott. Although Scott wasn't official part of Derek's pack I had still formed a pack link with him that night that we got locked in the school. In turn that should be making Scott even more powerful through that bond. "You feel it don't you?"

"Yeah." He admitted as we continued our search, but I could see the worry and concern on his face. Like the more powerful he became the more scared of himself he was becoming. 

"Ooh, hey, look at this. You see this? I think it's a tripwire." Stiles called out as he bent down gesturing to a wire in the forest floor.

Allison and I walked over to Stiles to take a closer look before the Stiles suddenly pulled the wire up. "Stiles?"

"Yeah, buddy." Stiles said as we all turned around to find Scott hanging from a nearby tree, the wire tied around his ankle. I sighed as I glared at Stiles who flinched in response. 

"Next time you see a tripwire don't trip it." Scott scolded as the rest of us tried to hold in a laugh.

Stiles nodded awkwardly, "Yeah, noted."

Allison walked up to Scott in an attempt to find a way to help him, when the sound of approaching footstep caught my attention.  "Wait. Someone's coming." I muttered as I looked over at the direction of the sound. 

"Hide. Go!" Scott yelled at us, before we ran towards the largest tree that would be able to disguise us all. Stiles, Allison and I fell to the floor trying to stay as hidden as possible. It was dark out and there was no way that anyone was coming out to these woods for a stroll. However, was coming was here with a purpose.

"Scott?" I heard Chris Argent greeted, the sound of him voice causing my hands to turn into fist. 

"Mr. Argent."

"Who is it?" Allison whispered, we were at a far enough distance that a normal person wouldn't be able to hear their conversation. But that didn't mean that her dad wouldn't hear us if we weren't careful enough. Well trained hunters would catch the slightest mistake. 

"It's your dad." I told her before turning my attention back what was going on between Argent and Scott.

"How are you?"

"Good you know, just hanging out. Is this one of yours?  It's uh, good. Very constricting."  Scott replied sarcastically, and I rolled my eyes at the fact that this was one of the worst times to be using sarcasm. 

"What are you doing here, Scott?" Argent asked in a now serious tone.

"Looking for my friend."

"Ah, 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?" He continued in a taunting tone, making me wonder what he wanted. I felt as my class began digging into my skin at his mocking tone and I was sure that if he made any move to hurt Scott that I would rip him apart in front of Allison without a second thought. 

"Actually, clique sounds about right to me."

"I hope so. Cause I know she's a friend of Allison's, and one special circumstance, such as yourself one, I can handle. Maybe even two. But definitely not three ."

"What is he saying? What's going on?" Allison whispered urgently wanting to know what was going on between her father and the boy who she was supposed to have absolutely no contact with.

"They're talking about Lydia." I told her quietly as I continued to listen. "And how your father is planning on killing Scott.

"What?" Allison muttered  in a panic, as I heard Chris Argent leaving. But I refused to move a muscle until I was sure that he was a safe distance away. Once he was at I comfortable distance I slowly stood brushing the dead leaves and mud off my jeans. 

"He's gone." I told Stiles and Allison. Hearing this Allison immediately stood up and ran over to Scott who was still hanging from the tree.

"You okay?" She asked, attempting to look Scott in the eyes.

"It's just another life-threatening conversation with your dad." Scott said awkwardly as we began looking around for a way to help Scott down.

"Guys, help me with this." Allison ordered, as Stiles turned around trying to pull on the lever that controlled the tripwire. Suddenly the snapping of wire was heard as we all turned around to find Scott standing on his feet out of the hunter's trap.

"Thanks. But I think I got it." Scott replied with a slight hint of arrogance. 

And as much as he wanted to make a light hearted moment for us, there was no ignoring the defeat that we all felt. It was almost morning now and we had failed to find Lydia. We could only hope that she could make it through the rest of the night and that the hunters failed to find any trace of her. 

It was a long night and admittedly I was exhausted which typically wasn't normal fro a werewolf. But I had a feeling that it was more due to the fact that I couldn't stop worrying about Lydia, I was bonded to her in some way through the pack link. But that invisible string that connected to them felt frayed an intangible. Lydia herself but be exhausted which in turn was also making me feel the same. 

"She ate the liver?" I questioned as we walked up the steps towards the school.

"No, I didn't say she ate it. I just said it was missing." Stiles clarified as if that would make the situation any better. It was horrifying to think Lydia would do something like that. "And you know what? Even if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body."

"I never ate anyone's liver." Scott countered earning an annoyed glare from Stiles.

"Yeah, right, cause when it comes to werewolves, you're a real model of self-control." He replied before he came to a sudden stop. "Actually, wait hold on. You're the test case for this, so we should be going over what happened to you."

"What do you mean?"

"I mean like what was going through your mind when you were turning, you know? What were you drawn to?"

"Allison." Scott stated simply with a smile on his face clearly thinking about her. 

"Okay, nothing else? Seriously?" Stiles asked in complete disbelief, but I understood. Sometimes we only needed that one person to keep us grounded. To keep us human. But I wasn't entirely sure that Lydia had that person. She had broken up with Jackson, so it couldn't possibly be him. 

"Nothing else mattered."

"Well isn't that a good thing?" I concluded as I turned towards Stiles. "The night that Lydia was bit, she was with you."

Stiles sighed before he started walking again, leaving Scott and I to follow. "Yeah, but she was looking for Jackson."

"Well who was at the cemetery?" I asked Stiles as we stepped inside the school. "Maybe they knows more. More that he didn't tell your dad."

"Issac Lahey." Stiles stated with a sigh as he adjusted the straps to his backpack.

"Who?"

"Issac Lahey?" Scott repeated, slightly amused. "You know the guy that you sit next to in chemistry, and stares at you during entire whole class?"

"You've noticed that too?" Stiles questioned sharing Scott's amusement.

"Don't you guys have lacrosse practice to go to?" I asked as they immediately looked at each  other wide eyed before running in the direction of the boys locker room.

I was in no mood to be teased by two teenage boys. At this point I just needed to get through the day because I was very aware that after school was over the search for Lydia would continue. And I wasn't entirely sure if we were going to find her alive or not and that thought was terrifying.