𝟏𝟖 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔

✯☾✯

𝑺𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒔' 𝒋𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒕, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅'𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔. He stopped  outside a house, leaping out the car before it had even finished moving. Up the driveway and towards the front door, he kept up his pace.

Stiles banged once, twice and a third time until someone answered.

"Stiles?" Lizzie pulled her door open. "Hey?

"We need to go." He was panting.

"We need to go now, now, now."

Lizzie was already pulling her shoes on, discarding the fact she was in sweat pants and a hoodie. She called something behind her shoulder and then shut the door. The pair cut through the cool, night air with their sprint to the Jeep. Two car doors slammed, Stiles put the vehicle into reverse and then surged it forward.

"Would you mind telling me what's going on?" Lizzie requested, unsure as to why she'd been rushed out her house.

"Isaac's still in a holding cell."

"I know."

"The Argents sent a hunter disguised as a deputy to the station."

"Are you kidding-"

"And it's freaking full moon."

"Shit," The girl bit her lip. "That's- shit, that's bad."

Stiles nodded, keeping one eye on the road whist he scrambled around for his phone. Finally finding it, he dialled Allison's number.

The dial tone clicked and Stiles wasted no time.

"Hey, did you slow him down?"

"You could say that."

Lizzie assumed Ali had used some of her hunter training to stop the fake deputy whilst she and Stiles made their way to Isaac.

"All right, well, Me and Lizzie are headed to the station right now."

"Where's Scott?"

"Isaac's."

Lizzie snapped her head up. Scott was at Isaac's. At Isaac's?

"Does he have a plan?"

"Yeah, but not a very good one. And unfortunately, we don't really have time to come up with anything better." Stiles remarked.

To be honest, Stiles always had the better plans. Scott may well be the designated leader but Stiles was the smart one, Stiles saved their asses and Lizzie, well, Lizzie was helpful sometimes. When she knew what was going on, she was very helpful.

A lot of the time she feared she wasn't needed. Maybe she was just some dead weight the boys carried round until they had a chance to get rid of her.

Stiles ended the call. He was still deciding whether to use Scott's plan or his own. While his own seemed more thought out and dependable, he really couldn't trust his own judgement.

"Sti," Lizzie's voice came. "The moon."

The boy leaned forward to get a better look out his windshield. The moon gleamed, like a massive white bone plate, hanging high up on the sky's dark wall. Though it's beauty, it wasn't wanted. The ashy cloud that had been doing it's best to cover it was almost gone.

A few minutes later and they were parked up outside the station, waiting. Lizzie was nervous, she desperately wanted to save Isaac and she seriously did not want him to be assassinated by a knock off Sheriff Stilinski.

Lizzie and Stiles sat in silence, unusual for them, until there was a tap on the passenger seat window. Derek Hale. Stiles unlocked the door and it was immediately opened.

"Move." He barked at the girl, a solemn expression ever present.

Lizzie went to protest but caught the look on the wolf's face. "Yes, sir."

She was mad at him. It was his fault Isaac was where he was. Clambering through to the back, Lizzie was replaced in the shot gun seat.

"Okay," Stiles started once the doors had been shut and the occupants of the car were listening.
"Now, the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office."

He paused to glance at a female deputy who could be spotted through one of the windows of the building.

"The problem is getting past the front desk."

"I'll distract her." Derek shrugged, leaning to get out the jeep.

"Woah, woah, woah- You? You're not going in there." Stiles stopped him, pulling him back by the shoulder and earning a menacing look from Derek for his hands even being near him.

"I'm taking my hand off."

"I was exonerated." The Hale man said, figuring out why Stiles was so reluctant to let him out.

"You're still a person of interest." Stiles reprimanded.

"An innocent person."

Not really.

"An- You? Yeah, right." Stiles grinned, a dopey grin forming and then dropping. "Okay, fine. What's your plan?"

Derek looked at him. He wondered how his life had come to explaining himself to a hyper active teenage boy.

"To distract her."

"Uh-huh. How? By punching her in the face."

Derek laughed falsely, "By talking to her."

"Okay, all right. Give me a sample. Actually, no, no. She's a woman. Lizzie's a woman. Give her a sample. Like, what are you gonna open with?"

Derek sighed reluctantly, turning to look at Lizzie through the gap between the seats. He did nothing but stare. He didn't say a single word but somehow it was enough to send Lizzie into a blushing mess.

"Dead silence." Stiles sassed. "That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

"It worked for me." Lizzie piped up, pressing her palms to her inflamed cheeks.

Derek cocked his head snidely. "I'm thinking about punching you in the face."

To say it took a while to get the boys out the car and cease their bickering was an understatement. However, they managed to get inside the station without any hassle. It was the beautiful deputy that was the trouble.

The two teens took it upon themselves to hide behind the door whilst Derek wandered not so innocently up to the desk. There, he waited until the deputy arrived, her eyes focused on the file she was holding.

"Good evening, how may I help-" She looked up. "You?"

Like Lizzie, she was definitely taken a back by the attractiveness of the man.

Derek smiled awkwardly. "Hi-"

"Hi."

"He's so hot." Lizzie commented absentmindedly, her and Stiles were waiting for their que to go. Waiting and, in Lizzie's case, watching.

Stiles pulled a face. "First of all, ew. And second of all, we're here saving your boyfriend so I'd stop gushing over other men if I were you."

Lizzie shut up. "Not my boyfriend."

"Whatever, okay, anndd. Go."

"Um, I had a question. Uh, sorry. I'm a little- a thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone-" The flirting continued.

"Like me?"

"Oh, I was gonna say 'so incredibly beautiful,' but yeah- I guess that'd be the same thing."

He was playing his part extremely well.

The pair walked side by side, acting as if nothing was wrong and they were totally meant to be there. They entered a room through an archway, it was dark and Lizzie could just make out certain features that told her it was office.

Stiles knew where to go. Obviously.

He went straight to the lockbox that hung on the wall at the other side of the room. Lizzie tapped her foot as she waited.

When Stiles turned, he didn't look very triumphant.

"Oh, no." He whispered.

The lock box was empty. That meant somebody already had the keys. Before Lizzie could ask what had happened, her hand was grabbed and she was quickly led out the room.

The pair entered a narrow corridor. Lights blinked and flickered. Lizzie's doing.

Just as they turned a corner, they were met with a deputy.

"Whoa." Stiles didn't know what do, he wasn't all that good at thinking up cover stories on the spot and neither was the girl clinging onto him.

"Uh, just looking- Uh."

Lizzie noticed something in the deputy's hand. She  jabbed Stiles in the side and he stopped to follow her gaze.

"Oh shit-"

The man lunged at them. Lizzie, being Lizzie, panicked and all forms of light diminished there and then.

She couldn't see anything, she could hear scrambling and yelps.

"Stiles?"

An alarm started ringing and Lizzie felt herself being grabbed again. She was thrown into a room, landing painfully on her back, she let out a groan.

The lights were turned back on through electricity rather than Lizzie.

Said girl noticed she was a few feet away from Stiles. She tried to stand up and make her way towards him, wanting to heal him if he was hurt. Her path was blocked by the hunter. He smiled malevolently at her before clamping two firm hands on her arms and crashing her into the wall.

Keeping her in place with one hand, he fiddled with a needle with the other. Lizzie tried to push back but was only slammed again.

Her back was killing her.

This time, the hunter changed his grip, his hand crept up to her neck, chocking her. A splutter like noise escaped her, lips parting when she tried to intake a breath of air. Grubby fingers pressed harder on her throat, the feeling antagonizing.

Surprisingly, Lizzie felt the pressure against her neck lift. The hunter was flung across the room. Lizzie collapsed to her knees in fits of choking coughs. She looked up in between breaths to see Isaac.

He'd  broken out of his holding cell, thank you full moon, and was attacking the hunter.
He'd fully changed into his wolf form and nature. Lizzie almost didn't recognise him.

But, she didn't get to see much of the fight as arms wrapped around and she was coddled into the corner of the room. Her and Stiles were pressed tightly against each other, the boy's free arm held over Lizzie's head.

Derek arrived to smash the needle the hunter had under his heel. Isaac dropped the fake deputy and looked up towards the older wolf.

Derek studied the beta carefully, watching his every movements. Isaac's eyes darted around the room, he was still in a haze of rage and when he saw Lizzie in the corner, scared, trembling and in someone else's arms, it didn't make any better.

Snarling, he went for them-

He didn't get very far.

Derek transformed, red eyes glowing and fangs gleaming. He roared a terrifyingly dominant roar that made Isaac back down immediately. The beta fell to the ground, cowering. He hid his head in his hands and Lizzie lifted her own from Stiles' chest.

When Isaac looked up again, all his wolfy features were gone. He looked terrified and he looked drained.

Lizzie wanted to hug him.

She wanted to hug him so bad.

"How did you do that?" Stiles quietly asked, pulling Lizzie closer when she made signs of standing up.

Derek gave Stiles a theatrical half smirk. "I'm the alpha."

"Oh, boo," Lizzie croaked, her smile already returning. "You've said that already."

✯☾✯

It wasn't too late when Lizzie got home. Isaac had left with Derek without conversing a word to anyone and Stiles had dropped her off a short while ago. Sat watching TV, was Andy and his daughter.

They were watching Dancing With the Stars, something they'd recently started watching and they were very into it. Andy had even taken it upon himself to research all the dances so he could judge the contestants alongside the show.

Just as the third couple were coming on to dance their tango, Andy paused it. He shifted himself on the sofa to face Lizzie.

"Hey, pumpkin, I've been meaning to ask you something." He spoke quietly. Lizzie nodded and waited expectantly for him carry on.

"Would you mind just talking to Bobby?" He asked. "He's- he's not been himself lately and I don't want him to, you know, spiral into what- what-"

"What I was like?" Lizzie finished it off for him. "It's okay dad, you can talk about it."

"I know, I know. I just think that'd maybe he'd open up to you a bit more as you did with him."

Andy Brown was an incredible dad. He took every problem on as if it was nothing more than another frown line on his forehead. But, there was some things that he couldn't handle. He didn't know much about them for a start. He had had a little experience with what Lizzie went through last year but she mostly kept it all to herself.

"Of course. I can try now. Is he in?"

Andy nodded, smiling gratefully at the girl. Lizzie stood from her seat, stretching out her limbs and made her way towards Bobby's bedroom. She wasn't sure how she was going to approach this. She too had noticed something off with her older brother but he'd always been the grumpy type. These days they rarely saw him, he just hid out in his room all the time.

Lizzie wondered if it had something to do with Davis being in hospital but he was out now.
She stopped outside his door, hesitated, but knocked. There was a small scramble within the room before the door opened. Bobby stood, towering over Lizzie who had no idea who he got the tall gene from.

"You alright?" He asked. It was rare his sister ever came to his room.

"Would it be okay if we talked?" Lizzie braved, clasping her hands behind her back.

Bobby looked confused. "Uh, yeah, yeah, sure."

He held the door open so Lizzie could enter. His room was like any other teenage boy's room. For one, it stunk, but Lizzie tried to ignore that factor. There were clothes strewn messily all over the floor and the drapes were shut. The only bit of light shed into the room was the glare from a computer screen.

"Let me guess, dad sent you?" Bobby walked backwards to flop on his unmade bed.

"Well-"

Lizzie started but Bobby made it so she could barley get a word out.

"Of course he sent you because you can 'relate', you know?"

Lizzie chewed on the inside of her cheek. "Not necessarily."

She perched on a cluttered desk chair. "I'm just here if you need to talk. I don't wanna force you to but I'll be here if you need."

Bobby scoffed, he expression switched from a joking one to an almost cruel one.

"What, so you're my personal therapist now?"

"No I-"

He chuckled. "What makes you think you're an expert in mental health, Lizzie? Oh, because you were so amazing at managing your own last year."

His words were becoming more and more hurtful. Lizzie stayed silent.

"You ruined your mental health to make people happy. I saw the way you came home from school with that sick, empty look in your eyes. You were insecure, you hated the person you saw in the mirror. You were so disgusted by yourself, you couldn't even be in pictures. You still can't go near a camera lens now. You loathed yourself. But, guess what? I don't! I fucking love being me and I don't need a mother or a rich dad or a healthy brother to do that,"

He wasn't even thinking, he was just spitting out all the things he was feelings.

"I haven't stopped eating, I don't hate every second I'm not dead and I haven't tried to kill myself! I am not you!"

He stopped to catch his breath but mainly to see the affect he was having on Lizzie. She was frozen on the spot.

Words have the ability to illuminate people's lives and give them a track to run on. Words also have the power to crush a person's spirit and derail them totally. The same tongue that the siblings used to joke about with each other, or provide words of encouragement was the same tongue that he used to stab her.

Lizzie nodded.

He'll come around eventually.

He didn't mean it.

Just now, Bobby reminded her of someone she hoped desperately she'd never see again. The person she blamed for most of her suffering. But, even with that person gone they had  still managed to weasel themselves into her life. This time, in the form of her brother.

She backed out the room and to her own. Slumping down on the floor and sitting cross legged, Lizzie pressed her sweaty palms into her temple.

She wasn't going to cry.

✯☾✯

Lizzie sat on the expensive sofa in the living room of the Argent's house. She was silent, thinking.
Chris finally cleared his throat, standing up from his position. "Coffee?"

"Sure."

He disappeared into the kitchen, leaving Lizzie to ponder in her own thoughts. She was about to, hopefully, find more about herself, her being, her powers. It was scary yet exciting. Chris returned, two steaming mugs in his hands and a book tucked under his arm.

He set the coffees down, pulling out the book and handing it to Lizzie.

"I don't know much but yes, Peter Hale was correct. You are a pixie."

Chris placed his hands on his knees, sitting back down in the seat he just got up from. "As I said, there's not much I know so I figured I'd give you the book. It will explain it better than I can. I bookmarked the page for you."

Lizzie nodded and started to sheath through the pages before she stopped. "Thank you, by the way, for doing this. I really appreciate it."

Chris shook his head. "It's no trouble. Uh- if you have any questions then just let me know."

Although some scholars trace the etymology of the word 'Pixie' back to a Swedish word that means 'wee little fairy', most people agree that the little people are probably Celtic origin. Indeed, the culture of southern England was shaped heavily by the Celts, and Celtic folklore contains some creatures who, while unlike the Pixie in name, are a lot like him in appearance and habitats.

Supernatural pixies originated in the Celtic ages, specifically during stressful times for villagers. The creatures were created when they were asked of during a ritualistic style prayer. Villagers prayed to their God(s) for help in those hard times and it was delivered. Pixies were granted, beings who at first appeared as tiny fairies but genetically became bigger and gained human characteristics over time. The pixies were made to care for humans and serve the land, thus landing them their powers.

Overtime, there became less and less for the pixies to do and soon they were no longer needed. So, when their jobs were completed for good, they congregated together and moved north to build homes in forests. The wolf (see page 97) also had habitats of woodland areas during that time. Most would assume wolves would act in a hostile manner towards such small creatures but to pixies they were ever so sweet. The pixie and the werewolf lived side by side for years. It soon became a common thing for certain pixies to be accepted into wolf packs which is why (after gaining particular human features) some pixies are only able to use their powers once they've met their alpha or become part of a pack.

Their most powerful competence is the ability to heal any living thing (aside from themselves). They can restore biotic organisms to their optimal health, curing damaged or withered organisms, wounds, broken bones, low vitality, and diseases/poisoning. Though they may potentially heal any form of bodily damage, the patient must be alive, even if hanging by a thin thread, in order to be healed; once the patient has died, it would transcend the healing and would require resurrection instead. The healing process can only be completed if the pixie's hands are in full tact and are able to use the right amount of concentration that is required. According to common reliable sources, their healing abilities were granted so they could look after the villagers and attend to their duty if care.

Pixies were often needed to work the land and aid the locals. The creatures have a regeneration effect on plant life. Cops, shrubs and flowers grow faster when they are near and they are less likely to wilt. Moreover, some pixies worked on farms, therefore needing to have some sort of connection with animals. They can't necessarily speak to them in verbal forms but pixies and animals share an understanding.

A rare ability possessed by the creatures is light manipulation which was used to aid Pixies in their work. Thus means they can create shape and manipulate visible light, commonly referred to as light, is electromagnetic radiation that is visible to the human eye, and is responsible for the sense if light.

It was a lot to take in for Lizzie, but she still found it interesting.

A pixie.

A loving creature of land and heart.

It seemed to suit her perfectly.

She glanced up at Chris who was watching her carefully.

"There us supposed to be an extra page but it's an old book and it's been through some damaging battles over the years." He spoke up.

Lizzie smiled, eyes glistening. "This is awesome."

✯☾✯

"How do you suck that bad at climbing?" Kayla mused as she unclipped herself from her harness, Lizzie following suit.

It was true, she was awful.

"My arms aren't long enough to pull myself up on those weird rocks." Lizzie pouted, moving to stand behind the que of students.

Kayla clucked her tongue, "Excuses, excuses."

Lizzie left to join Scott and Stiles after Kayla bid her off for someone else.

"You were awful." Scott started to taunt when he noticed the small girl appear next to him.

"Well, at least I didn't get pushed off the wall even though even though i have literal werewolf powers." Lizzie snapped light-heartedly.

"Next two," Coach called through the hall, scanning his students. "Stilinski, Erica. Let's go."

Erica.

Now, why did Lizzie recognise that name?

She matched face to name when she spotted a blonde headed staring up at the climbing wall as if it were holding a gun.

She looked frozen in place.

"Erica," Coach shouted. "Get a move on."

Furrowing her brows, Lizzie pushed through watching students and to the front. She placed a hand on the blonde's shoulder. Erica flinched, spinning around.

Recognition flashed threw her features.

"Hey," Lizzie spoke in a soft voice. "Are you okay? I can probably get you out of it if you want."

Erica shook off her offer, refusing to make eye contact, she turned back to wall.

"No. No, I'll do it."

Lizzie accepted her decline and backed off, watching as Erica was clipped into her harness. Almost immediately, it was evident the blonde was struggling. Stiles was already halfway up the wall before she'd even pulled herself up.

The whimpers of terror increased in volume the further she climbed. Soon, Stiles was abseiling back down the wall, breezing past Erica. The crowd of students were too focused on Stiles' obnoxious celebrating to notice her hyperventilation. She was stuck, too afraid to move and stranded in a star fish position.

Lizzie clocked it, stepping forward, closer to the mat at the foot of the wall.

"Help, please-" Erica choked out, others joining Lizzie on the mat.

"Erica, dizzy? Is it vertigo?" Coach tried but he got no answer.

"Vertigo's a dysfunction of a vestibular system of the inner ear." Lydia Martin corrected. "She's just freaking out."

"No, no. She's not freaking out." Lizzie murmured quietly before shouting. "Erica, Erica? You're not going to fall. I promise."

Erica shook her head, her voice wavering. "I know, I'm fine."

"Coach, maybe it's not safe. You know she's epileptic." Allison Argent pointed out, adding herself to the surrounding observers.

"W-why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff? Epileptic? Erica, you're fine. Just- just kick off from, from the wall. There's a mat to catch you." Coach yelled up at the fearful girl.

"You're all harnessed in, Erica. There's no way you'll fall." Lizzie added, wondering why she was the only other student trying to help.

Erica took a deep breath before pushing off the wall and gliding down until her feet were safely planted on the ground.

The room was full of shouts and commotion from Coach and others but she mostly gravitated towards Lizzie who realised it was getting a bit too much for her. So, she took her hand, and led her out the room.

"Why are you being so nice to me?" Erica asked as Lizzie shut the door to the girls locker room.

"Is there a reason I shouldn't be?" Lizzie replied. She opened up her locker and pulled out two candy bars, throwing one into Erica's lap.

"I- no, it's just weird. I'm not used to it." The blonde picked the donated bar up and flipped it around in her hands.

"I understand." Lizzie took a seat next to Erica on one of the wooden benches, in her hands were three small bottles and a packet of, what looked like, stickers. She twisted herself around so she was facing Erica, cross legged.

"What are you doing?" The taller questioned, slightly alarmed. She hadn't been this close to a girl in a while.

"I've got a free period and you obviously deserve a break. So, I'm here to listen. You need a friend,"

A smile was brewing.

"I'll just be sitting here, making you look even prettier."

Erica tilted her head. "I am not pretty."

"Of course you are. And, I'm not insinuating that you need makeup, I just think you need to embellish your gorgeous features more. You know? Show them off." Lizzie informed the girl, tongue poking out the side her mouth as she struggled with the lid of the lip gloss bottle.

Erica fixed her eyes firmly on the floor. For some reason, she couldn't seem to make eye contact with the bubbly brunette.

✯☾✯

Lizzie had spent the entirety of yesterday evening and the morning of school worrying. After she'd left Erica the previous day, the blonde had attempted the climbing wall again. On her own.

Somehow, all the stress had built up, despite Lizzie's efforts to cheer her up, and she was it hit with a seizure. An occurrence not uncommon for her due to her epilepsy. Immediately, she'd been rushed to hospital thanks to Scott's werewolf senses that just seemed to get odder by the day.

Lizzie was leaning lazily against her locker, half daydreaming-half overthinking when she noticed a commotion near by.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" Jackson seethed, harshly yanking his ex girlfriend by the arm. "Show it to me, show it to me. Come on."

He tried to rip up the sleeve of her cardigan. Lydia shrugged him off.

"Are you out of your mind?" She shrieked as quietly as she could.

"Nothing happened to you. It's like-" Jackson uttered, clearly thinking out loud. "It's like y-you're immune.

"I don't have a clue what you're talking about." Lydia whispered frustratedly.

Jackson advanced on her, the strawberry blonde flinching away and pressing herself to the wall.

"It's-it's you. Whatever it is-- blood, saliva-- whatever soul-killing substance is running through your veins, you did this to me. You ruined it for me! You ruined every-"

The dickhead was cut off. He yelped pathetically in pain, feeling a sharp tug on his ear.

"Hi, Lydia," Lizzie smiled as if nothing was wrong and she wasn't stood there twisting Jackson's earlobe while he groaned. "Bye, Lydia."

The brunette yanked the boy down the corridor by his ear, keeping a firm hold of it. Jackson was writhing angrily, unable to pull himself out of her grasp.

That girl had some serious grip.

Lizzie towed him all the way down the hallway to the double doors and the front of the school. Then, she, quite literally, chucked him down the stone stairs. Jackson landed clumsily but on two feet, immediately rubbing the red spot on his ear.

"What the fu-" He started at her but Lizzie was gone, already rushing to the cafeteria where she was supposed to meet Scott and Stiles.

Said boys were waiting for her at their usual table. She sat herself down with ease, her friends greeting her brightly.

"Are you sure you can't come to the ice rink tonight?" Stiles complained, he'd been asking her the same question all day.

Lizzie took her bag off her back and set it beside her. "I'm sorry, I still have to look after Davis and my dad really can't miss this meeting. Plus, i really don't fancy being a fifth wheel."

"Fine." Stiles huffed. "As long as you aren't going to see Isaac."

Scott slammed his head on the table.

The girl raised an eyebrow. "What do you mean?"

Scott lifted his head. "Well, as long as Isaac's with Derek, you can't see him anymore."

Oh.

Lizzie was definitely disappointed but by the look on Stiles and Scott's faces they weren't doing this to upset her. And as much as liked Isaac, she knew her friends, no- her 'pack', came first.

She chewed on her lip. "That's fair, I guess."

"You promise you'll stay away from him?"

"Yeah- yeah I promise."

The conversation stopped. Something caught Scott's gaze, Lizzie and Stiles followed it.

Entering the lunch room, in leopard skin heels, a tight mini skirt and leather jacket was the one and only Erica Reyes. Her golden hair was perfectly curled and she had a face full of awesome make up. Now, Lizzie had given her a makeover but it wasn't that.

Not that she was complaining.

Erica looked hot.

Well, hotter. Lizzie thought she looked beautiful yesterday.

Strutting in, Erica swiped an apple off of a boy's tray, teasing him as she used her thumb to wipe the corner of her mouth.

"What the holy hell is that?" Lydia arrived at the trio's table, slamming her hands down on the surface and glaring daggers at the newly transformed girl.

"It's Erica." Scott stated, a little awestruck as things clicked into place. He rose from his seat, triggering Lizzie and Stiles to do the same. They followed Erica, trailing her path through the hallways and out through the double doors just in time to see her getting in a car with Mr Derek Hale.

She grinned at the trio, sending a weirdly inviting wink Lizzie's way and leaving her to blush involuntarily.

The sleek, black car sped off and Scott stood frozen in fury.

✯☾✯

The abandoned train station was quiet as Erica and Derek entered. Given Isaac was a fugitive, Derek needed a place for him and his pack to lay low for a while and he'd just so happened to stumble across this. It was sizable, roomy and a smart hiding spot.

Erica sighed, slumping down onto one the matted couches that had been brought in. "God, that was fun."

Derek smirked, taking off his jacket. "Isaac!"

His beta soon came sauntering through from one of the rusted train carriages.

Erica grinned at her fellow pack member as he entered the room, a way of inviting him to come and sit next to he. He did.

"Hey, Derek?" The blonde called. Derek hummed, barley looking up.

"What can you tell me about Lizzie Brown?"

Isaac's ears pricked up.

The alpha looked up, confused. "Lizzie? Uh- not much. She's supernatural but she's not a wolf. I- uh, i don't know what she is yet. I knew he mother a while back but i haven't seen her in a while. However, she's not a threat. That girl's the literal definition of sunshine. She's too happy,"

He paused.

"It gets on my nerves."

He paused again.

"Sometimes. Why?"

Isaac lifted his head up from the back of the sofa. "Yeah, why?"

"She's cute." Erica shrugged innocently although she had on obvious mischievous glint in her eyes.

"Cute?" Isaac persisted, definitely sounding agitated, Derek noticed.

"Have you not seen her? She's adorable." Erica giggled, lulling her head back.

"Trust me," Isaac blustered, a scowl evident. "I know."

"She blushes really easily," Erica went on, glancing at Derek. "And i so heard her heart beat pick up when i winked at her."

"Wha- you what?" The curly haired boy sat up further. Erica turned to smile at him.

"You can't try anything with her."

"Why? Is she yours?" Erica taunted, pushing forward to get in Isaac's face.

"Yes." The boy replied simply without hesitation.

Well then.

The female beta pouted. "Aw, well it sure sucks for you, Mr fugitive because you can't leave this place to do stop me. I'll do what I want."

She patted his head before strutting out the room.

a/n

have any of you guys seen daniel sharman's tiktok lmao?

also, just quick note, I am british trying to write an american story so please excuse my usage of words we use where i live instead of the american ones.

thoughts on the chapter?

dw, erica and lizzie won't actually be a thing, i think they might just have a few 'flirtations' and maybe hookup but idk whether to add that.

just so i don't forget:

how do people feel about smut? are you wanting to see it these books or not?

and, if you can think of any ship names (platonic and romantic) then lemme know.

thanks for reading

soph x