Anna looked up at the rockwall settled in the middle of the gym floor. Scott climbed upwards at a steady pace, a pretty brunette girl accompanying him. She studied her carefully. Scott had mentioned 'losing' someone if he had joined Derek's side, and she was almost certain that girl was the 'someone'. 

"Who are you?" She heard a voice behind her. Anna turned around, coming face to face with a girl just her height. She had red hair in crimped locks, and a snotty-like confident look on her face.

"Who are you?" Anna retorted.

"I'm Lydia. And that girl you're eyeing right there is my best friend, Allison. And if you're wondering, yes, you should be jealous. Because she is dating Scott, and I saw you flirting with him and doofus the other day." She smiled in a mockingly sweet way, and Anna could help but raise her eyebrows in shock. "And again, you are?"

"Anna." She said in an unsure tone. "Uh, Forester."

It was Lydia's turn to raise her eyebrows. "Forester? You mean, like, your older brother is Cato Forester?"

"Yeah..." Anna looked towards the front of the line, she was almost up.

"Oh." Lydia blushed and cleared her throat. "Well. Sorry for the bad introduction. But keep your hands off of Scott, and we're all good."

Anna watched her stalk away, and rolled her eyes with a disgusted look. Right as she turned back, Scott fell from the rockwall, nearly landing flat on his back before the harness caught him.

She snorted a laugh, holding the back of her hand against her mouth as the girl still clinging to the wall pretended not to notice.

Anna wasn't sure about Lydia, but Allison seemed like a good target for new friends.

Laughter floated around the air as Coach knelt down next to him. "McCall, I don't know why, but your pain gives me a special kind of joy."

His laughter sounded out as he stood up, eventually wearing out. "Alright! Next two. Stilinski, Erica, let's go. The wall."

Stiles ran forward excitedly, hopping onto the colored hand holds almost at once, but the next harness remained empty.

Anna strained her neck, her eyes falling on the girl, Erica. Her hair was a wild, tangled mess of blond hair. Dark bags fell underneath her eyes, and her lips seemed pale and chapped.

She walked forward slowly in an outfit of grey sweats, her body trembling.

She grunted as she fought her way up the wall, Stiles already well ahead of her. Anna bit her lip, staring nervously as she watched the girl struggle. She wasn't normally one to pity someone, but she couldn't see anything good happening in the girl's near future- if anything, she sensed something bad.

Something very bad.

Stiles came rushing down, and Erica watched. She stayed stuck, perched on the wall, as she whimpered. Her breaths came in shaky inhales, and Anna could feel her sick vibrations bellowing off of her.

Erica started hyperventilating, shaking immensely. "Oh, please..." She sobbed.

"Erica?" Coach shouted as a crowd formed around the wall. "Dizzy? Is it vertigo?"

Lydia made a face from next to Anna. "Vertigo's a dysfunction of the vestibular system of the inner ear. She's just freaking out."

Anna glared at her pointedly. "Coach... you need to get her down from there. I think she's having a panic attack."

Coach's mouth widened in an 'oh'. "Erica!"

"I'm fine." Erica gasped.

"Coach, maybe it's not safe. You know she's epileptic." Allison muttered worriedly.

"Why doesn't anybody tell me this stuff?" Coach said frustrated. "Erica, y-you're fine. Just kick off from the wall. T-There's a mat to catch you."

Erica sobbed again.

"Come on." He encouraged.

Anna swept her hand quickly by her side, trying to wash a wave of calmness over the girl. It seemed to work out as Erica took a deep breath, and Anna let her hand slowly drift down in helps of carrying her safely to the ground.

"See, you're fine. You're on the ground. You're alright, let's go. Shake it off. You're fine."Coach murmured.

As Erica walked away, a contagious laughter spread throughout the students. Erica bit her lip, soaking in humiliation as she made her way back, all the way to the locker rooms.

Anna watched her sadly, noting how only she, Scott, Stiles, and Allison didn't laugh at her.

Anna snuck her way into the boys locker room once Coach returned to his office. 

"What do you mean tonight's not a good idea?"  Stiles complained as he tugged his shirt off.

Scott opened his locker from next to Anna, gathering a few things out. "I don't know. That thing that we saw last night, Isaac missing, Allison's grandfather. All this stuff happening with Derek just doesn't feel right."

Anna's stomach turned a little at the mention of Isaac, but she shook it off. She had him back now, and she was absolutely done with the dramatics. "I don't blame you." She said as Scott closed the door on his locker. "This town's even more of a shitshow than it was when I was first here."

"Okay, you," Stiles thrust his finger at Anna's face. "Zip it."

Anna raised her eyebrows.

"You-" He turned to Scott. "No, you're not backing out. Do you wanna know why? Because you and Allison are obviously having quite a good time together. And you know who else wants to have a good time? Stiles. Stiles wants to have a good time. Many, many times. Several times in a row. In several different positions-"

He quit talking when Scott looked down, his eyebrows knitted as if he were focused on hearing something that was barely audible.

"Are you even listening to me?" Stiles asked annoyed.

"Stiles, no one is listening, because no one wants to hear about your desperate needs to get laid by Lydia." Anna snapped.

Stiles almost clapped back before they both got caught by Scott's hand. It was shaking like he'd just stepped out of the North Pole, and Anna stepped back.

"What- what is that?" Stiles sighed.

Scott ran from the room, and her and the buzz cut boy in front of her shared a confused look until she remembered her feeling from before. The feeling about Erica.

"Shit." She muttered before going after Scott.

"What is this- some inside track running joke?" Stiles called from behind her, but Anna ignored him. She entered the gym just as Scott caught Erica in his arms.

Anna quickly knelt by Scott, Stiles on his other side.

"Put her on her side, put her on her side." Allison's voice sounded next to her.

"Veni ad conscientiam." Anna whispered a spell, hoping to help bring the girl back to consciousness. "Veni ad conscientiam."

Allison paused next to her, taken off guard by Anna's words, but the witch payed no mind. Her focus was on Erica.

Erica shook and grunted, gasping for air as her eyes rolled to the back of her head. Her arms crumpled and held tight in place by her chest.

"How'd you know?" Anna asked Scott.

"I don't know... I just felt it." He murmured.

Anna sighed as she walked out of class, the bell blaring above her. Her mind couldn't focus on anything, anything except for Erica. Of course she felt terrible for what happened to her, but there was something else. Something else she could feel right before it happened- like a sick drop in her stomach that made her breathing shallow and her muscles tight. She closed her eyes and shook her head, walking into the girls bathroom.

She quietly slipped into a stall, rubbing her eyes as she pulled out her phone, ready to send a message to Tal letting her know she was going to come home early when she heard a sob come from one of the stalls. Anna looked up from the screen, and listened as another cry sounded. 

"Whatever." She whispered as she looked back down. Today was already messing with her head, she didn't feel the need to press onto more dramatics.

A squeak from the door let Anna know someone had entered, and the other girl's whimpering stopped. A putrid smell drifted to Anna's nose, making her gag and pull her feet closer to her. She knew that smell- and it wasn't an axe body spray waft from some freshman who walked into the wrong bathroom.  It was something supernatural. A small pro to being a witch was little warnings and heads' up's when something dangerous was coming towards her or someone else in the near future- just like that feeling with Erica. 

She looked down, her breath hitching in her throat as a pair of dirty, bare, feet walked past her stall. Anna's eyes widened when she realized they were going towards the crying girl's.

"Hello?" A shaky voice spoke from the other stall. Anna bit her lip- she knew exactly who that was breaking down in there.

Lydia Martin.

"This is the girls room." Lydia's voice was high, but Anna didn't know if it was from fighting a sob or from the fear of the mysterious and obviously in need of a bath person in front of her.

The feet walked away and Anna burst out her stall at the same time as Lydia. They shared a confused look before following the man.

Once they reached the hallway, the backside of the man was already disappearing up the closest flight of stairs. Anna and Lydia followed him. They came up and opened a door to a new hallway, but the only thing they saw was his head once he hurried away down another staircase.

Anna and Lydia ran after him, but there was no need to. The strange man knew they were there, it was almost like he wanted them to follow him.

"Lydia..." Anna said quietly once they reached the top of the stairs. The guy was staring into the glass case of won games the school had- and he was staring at one trophy in particular. Anna narrowed her eyes and ran down a few steps, she knew that man, but she couldn't place her finger on it. It was like trying to catch a puppy with stamina far more than she had, because every time she thought she figured it out, the picture of his face slipped away.

The man walked away again, his eyes never leaving the trophy until he disappeared through another door.

When Anna and Lydia reached the encased prizes, they found the one he was looking at. Anna's mouth went slack, and she stepped back.

"Peter Hale." She muttered.

"You know him?" Lydia turned around to face Anna, a desperate and fearful look in her eyes.

"Lydia..." Anna met the redhead's gaze, and tried to control her heartbeat.

"What?"

"That guy, Peter Hale? He wasn't here."

"What the hell does that mean?" Lydia demanded.

"I mean we were chasing after a hallucination. No one was here." Anna's eyes trailed to where Peter disappeared to, no dirty foot marks were left behind. Lydia seemed to realize this too.

"How do you know that?" Her voice faltered.

"Because..." Anna looked around, her sight sweeping the ground. "Because Peter Hale is dead."

Anna plopped down next to Scott in the lunch room. She, in fact, did not go home early today, because she, also in fact, now felt like she had some unspoken duty to protect Lydia from the dangerous man known as Peter Hale. 

Deaton had let her and her siblings know about what happened to him- with the whole throat slashing-burning alive death situation. He was supposed to be dead. Gone. Non-existent. But clearly that wasn't the case if he can make himself become present in some sort of hallucination. But one of the things that really irked her was that he had let Anna and Lydia see him. Deaton had also mentioned something about the two of them getting into a little problem where he nearly killed her before he "died".  So there is an explainable reason for him to be fucking with Lydia's mind, but Anna has another one of those little feelings it digs a little deeper to that, like Lydia's being taken captive as a pawn to a king. 

Peter, quite obviously, being the king.

But if Anna was also seeing him, Peter knew she was back in Beacon Hills, and knew she's not the only Forester here. Great, just another thing added onto the pile of problems on her list now.

"How's it going?" Anna asked, the smallest bit of sarcasm in her voice.

"Terrible. How's it going?" Scott replied.

"Great!" Stiles butted in taking a seat across from them. "Got 'em." He dropped some keys on the table, a victorious look on his face. "Pick you up right after work tonight and we'll meet at the rink, cool?"

Scott looked up, and at first seemed too stunned to reply. Hesitantly, Anna followed his line of sight.

Well what do you know?

Walking inside the lunch room in leopard printed heels, a black leather skirt and jacket, and a long slightly see through white top was the one and only Erica. Her hair was curled perfectly and red lipstick stained on her lips.

Damn.

And shit,  Anna wouldn't even lie, she's really hot.

 But that kind of glow-up doesn't happen overnight, and especially not for a girl that fell off of a rock wall and into a seizure the next second.

"Derek." She growled.

She sent smirks out to the kids who abruptly stopped eating and stopped by a table. Leaning down into sexy position, she picked up an apple and bit into it hungrily, all the while making eye contact with a boy who couldn't take his eyes off her.

Anna broke from her trance as Lydia slammed her hands down on their table. "What, the holy hell, is that?"

"It's Erica." Scott said in a coma of confusion.

"Oh, it's definitely something." Anna scoffed. She watched as Erica walked out of the lunch room, her dramatic entrance over. Her, Scott, and Stiles stood up from their chairs, chasing her out of the lunchroom. 

The whole while they followed her, Anna felt a weird sensation inside of her- but it wasn't a supernatural warning. It was something else. Anna didn't want to name it, but she knew what it was.

Anger, jealousy, envy. Not for being hot and pretty and grabbing everyone's attention, she'd never been one to care about that. But if Derek had turned her, that meant she was in his pack. And Anna knew who else was in his pack, Isaac. A pack is a special bonding, a group that ties into family, she remembered reading about it when she was little. But if there was another girl in the pack with Isaac, did that mean Anna would become the second most important thing to him? She'd always been his number one, but would Erica take her place? All remorse and pity she'd taken on the blonde before melted away, now all Anna wanted to do was wish she never met her. 

Just as the three burst through the school doors, Erica pulled open the door to Derek's revving black car. She flashed them a pearly white smile before hopping in. Derek's shades covered his eyes, but Anna knew damn well he had a disgusting, snarky, look settled in them. With a grin of his own, they sped away.

"Mother fuckers."

Anna lay her head in her arms, once again at a lunch table. To sum up her day yesterday, she ran a few good miles throughout the school for an abundant amount of reasons, and blindly got herself involved into what seemed like a billion new problems smushed together.

Allison Argent came behind Scott- who was in front of Anna, and sat down stiffly at the table behind them. She cleared her throat and began to unpack her lunch bag. Anna looked up at Scott with a "the hell did you do now?" look, but the wolf simply sighed.

"I know how it looked, but she came up to me." Scott explained. Anna sat up with furrowed brows.

"Who?" She mouthed.

"Erica." He mouthed back.

"I'm not jealous." Allison sucked her teeth.

"You're not?" Scott asked, a relieved grin seeping onto his face.

"She's with Derek now, isn't she? Like Isaac." Allison asked.

Anna swallowed and looked away. Fresh reminder. Actually, she hadn't seen Isaac in a few days. Of course he was still a hiding fugitive under Derek's wing, but that didn't make her any less concerned for his safety and whereabouts. The thought of Erica and Isaac on the same conversation topic made her stomach boil with seething anger, but she tempered down the flames.

"You can't get caught in the middle of this." Allison shook her head, and Anna could see her luscious brown locks shimmering in the light of sun. "Don't you feel what's happening? My grandfather coming here, Derek turning Erica and Isaac, it's..." She cleared her throat again uncomfortably. "It's like battle lines are being drawn."

Battle lines are being drawn. Anna sucked in a breath. Peter Hale, Gerard Argent, Derek, and Isaac. Four different things each fighting within her. Battle lines were most certainly being drawn, but at this point she couldn't tell where one began and another ended.

"I know." Scott said. 

"There's always crossfire." Allison affirmed.

"What am I supposed to do? I can't just stand by, and I can't pretend to be normal."

Allison choked out a breathy laugh. "I don't want you to be normal. I want you to be alive."

She got up from her chair, one hand clutching a water bottle and the other a tray of food she stormed off, almost running into Stiles. She took notice of Anna and paused, as if not really acknowledging that she was there before. She shot Scott a glare and left the room before Anna could even bang her head on the table.

"Scott,  Anna." Stiles pointed at a table a few ahead of them. "Do you see that?" 

"What?" It's an empty table." Scott said.

"Yeah, but whose empty table?" Stiles snapped.

Anna sat up straight at the same time Scott did. "Boyd."

"I'm gonna go to the ice rink, see if he's there." Scott explained to Stiles and Anna as they headed for the exit. "Anna, I think I need you to come with me there."

Anna nodded. "Sounds good."

"And Stiles, if he's not at home you call me, got it?"

Stiles didn't reply, he just bit his lip and looked down hesitantly.

"What?" Scott asked.

"Maybe we should let him." Stiles said as he let out a breath.

"Are you serious?" Anna raised her eyebrows.

"Guys, Boyd, you know man? You said Derek's giving them a choice, right?" Stiles tried to reason.

"We can't." Scott said pushing him further. The witch silently agreed. Not only for her own selfish reasons did she not want Derek successfully building up his pack, but joining it might just get Boyd killed with the Argents around.

"You gotta admit," Stiles continued. "Erica looks pretty good. You know, the word 'sensational' comes to mind."

"Yeah, how good do you think she's going to look with a wolfsbane bullet in her head?" Scott seethed.

"Or a silver sword running through her neck, for that matter?" Anna backed him up.

"All right, all I'm saying is maybe this one isn't totally isn't your responsibility." Stiles said.

"They are." Scott sighed. "And you know this things going to get out of control. That makes me responsible."

"Or maybe it's just all Derek and you should put him down like the sour dog he is." Anna shrugged.

"That's not helping my case." Scott muttered.

"All right, I'm with you." Stiles caved. "And I also gotta say this new found heroism is making me very attracted to you."

Anna's eyebrows flew to the ceiling.

"Shut up." Scott said.

"No, seriously." Stiles stopped their track. "Do you wanna just try making out for a sec-"

Scott shoved him and Anna was definitely considering leaving them alone.

"Just to see how it feels!"

A chill went through Anna's spine as if a snowflake was dancing around inside of her. Ice shavings crunched under her foot like a fall leaf as she set her feet down on the ice. She looked around the large space and bit her lip at the coldness.

"Boyd!" Scott shouted. "I just wanna talk."

Anna and Scott advanced slowly, careful not to seem like they wanted to start a fight.

"Hey. come on Boyd, please." Scott begged. The ice tractor he was on moved around the rink, and Boyd's eyes met their pleading ones countless times, but his lips stayed closed, not a single word coming from his mouth.

"Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moons I, mean everything." Anna tried to reason with him.

Boyd stopped the machine and leaned back, finally speaking to them. "He told me about the hunters."

"And that's not enough for you to say no?" Scott asked.

Boyd stayed silent, staring straight forward as if he wanted to have any other conversation with any other people rather than them. He probably did.

"Whatever you want, there's other ways to get it." Scott said.

"I just wanna not eat lunch alone everyday." Boyd snapped.

Anna's heart twinged. She knew the feeling of not having friends pretty damn well, and she remembered the hurt of feeling like everyone resented her when she didn't know why.

All of that was just a year ago. Just in freshman year. Until one person had befriended her, but that didn't erase the way she felt before him.

"If you're looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek. I'd eat lunch with you if you wanted, or you could join us." Anna said.

"Just don't turn to Derek," Scott said desperately. "All he is, is bad news. You'll only get hurt from him."

"That really hurts, Scott." A voice came from their right.

Anna, Scott, and Boyd's head's all turned to the sound of their new company. Anna should've known Derek wasn't going to come alone.

Her heart skipped a beat at the sight of his two new betas standing beside him. But her eyes trained only on the one to the left, Isaac.

He was dressed head to toe in black. Black jeans, black shoes, black shirt, and even a black leather jacket. His hair was cut shorter and his hands dug into his pockets as he smirked at the three of them. Anna looked into his eyes, but the snide look on his face never fell.

Anna was afraid of what she saw inside of them, even more scared than when she saw Peter. The amount of times she'd gazed into his eyes is uncountable, she'd never forget the way they looked. Not with the icy blue irises and the deep, endless, pupils that widened every time they set sight on her. That's how she knew this wasn't Isaac. All that was staring back at her was arrogance, and that was the only way she could see it. Complete, utter, arrogance.

The worst part is that she knew her hurt was painted clearly onto her face, because Erica laughed and pouted her bottom lip at her, and instead of standing up for her, Isaac chuckled too.

Suddenly the only thing Anna felt was anger, so hot and fierce she almost felt scared. For one, she fucking hated Derek Hale, for two, she wanted to grab Erica by the curled pasta noodles on her head and slam her face into the ice- and break both, as for her preference.

And Isaac? Only God knew what Anna was going to do to him, because Anna didn't actually know herself. She didn't know if she was going to fuck him up so bad even his werewolf powers couldn't heal him or if she was just going to blast him through the walls of the rink and watch his little wolf ass get hit by a car.

Neither Scott, Stiles, or Allison had shamed Isaac for joining Derek, but if they had she'd land her fist in their faces in a heartbeat. That was because she loved him, and she thought the feeling was pretty mutual. And even if it still was, Isaac was letting his snarky confidence blind that.

Anna didn't feel like playing teacher today, but she (unfortunately) had to now teach him that's not the way this was going to work.

She flicked her wrist, her fingers curling around a red ball of fire, her gaze set firmly on the two betas in the way of her main target.

Derek Hale.

a/n - hey guys! i know there hasn't been much isaac and anna content but next chapter will be FULL of it i promise to make up for this void.

alrighty that's all, next chapter will be loaded sooner than this one was- i swear - sophie