"So, Laura's getting a funeral?" I repeated with joy at mom's news. Stilinski told her that they would give us Laura's body since the killer was an animal. So that meant we could put her to rest.

Mom nodded. "Yes. But with the Alpha still out there and you having to help Scott I don't think there will be time."

"So, when?"

Mom shrugged. "Maybe when it's all over. I asked him to hold on to her a little while longer. I don't want to but until we have solved her case I don't see when."

I nod in understanding. "That's fine with me."

Mom parked and we both got out of the car. School. I haven't talked to Scott or Stiles since they completely had Derek arrested. Stiles had called a few times, but that was when Derek, my dad and I went out to see if we could find the Alpha. No such luck.

"See you in class." I waved to my mom as I stopped outside the school doors. She proceeded inside and I proceeded to wait for Stiles and Scott.

"Isabelle." I turn at the sound of my name. "Well, if it isn't my favorite people."

Stiles and Scott trudged up the sidewalk, heads hung low in shame. "We've been trying to call you."

"I've been busy."

Both of them exchanged looks and sighed. "We're sorry. We're sorry that we sent your cousin to jail. And we're sorry about your cousin."

I sniffed at their apology. They were the only people to have told me that. "I uh- accept your apology."

I point to Stiles, "Also you should have realized who she was. Did neither of you see the tattoo?"

Stiles and Scott frowned. "Tattoo?"

I pull up my sleeve and showed them the crescent moon tattoo. They both "oooh'd" at it once they figured out the meaning behind it. "We didn't see it."

I chuckle and shake my head. "Wow."

Scott coughed into his palm to draw the attention. "Um Izz I have to tell you something."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

"So, you killed her?" I said skeptically as I took in the nightmare that Scott had described. He had a really terrible and realistic dream about killing Allison in a school bus after a dance. And he didn't know whether it happened, or it didn't.

"I don't know. I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."

"Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently..." Stiles comments. And by that he means his Lydia Martin dreams.

"A) I mean I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B) never give me that much detail about you in bed again."

I nod in agreement. "Let me take a guess here--"

"No, I know, you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow, like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."

I shook my head unbelievably. "No, of course not!"

He gave me a look not believing me and I resumed my nodding.

"...Yeah, that's totally it."

"Hey, come on! It's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freakin' amazingly. Izzy has been really helping you."
Stiles says in defense for Scott.

I nod, "Yeah...I mean, I'm doing everything I can. But... I can't be there 24/7 because I have my own family problems, but there may be someone who can help." I emphasize someone to let them sort of catch my drift.

Stiles looked at me in shock "Who, Derek?"

"You forgot the part where we got him tossed in jail?" Stiles says incredulously.

Scott nods. "Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus... it felt so real."

"How real?" I asked.

"Like it actually happened." Scott replied as we walked through the double doors of the school.

The three of us froze when we saw the back of one of the school buses had their emergency door burst open and it was covered in blood, with CSI taking pictures.

"...I think it did."

Crap. The three of us turned back and Scott started walking rapidly with nerves.

"She's probably fine--" I said, trying to reassure Scott as he continued to worry.

"She's not answering my texts, Isabelle." Scott says frantic.

"It could just be a coincidence, all right? A seriously amazing coincidence..."

I nudged Stiles for good measures. "Not helping."

"Just help me find her, okay? Do you see her?"

"No."

I almost let out a startling scream when Scott bumps into Allison when he turned the corner.

Allison is thankfully alive and in one piece.

"Come on Stiles we have class." I grab his hand and march us away from Scott and Allison to let them talk in private.

When they were out of sight I paused and took a breath. "That was a close one."

Stiles nodded. "A little to close."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

"Maybe it was my blood on the door..." Scott whispered to Stiles. Unfortunately, I sat next to Jackson in economics so I couldn't give my own input.

"Could have been animal blood."

Doubt it, I don't smell any on him. And if it was human, I expect the Argents to be all over this.

"You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something?"

"And did what?" Scott replied appalled.

"Ate it." I bite my tongue down to stop laughing.

"Raw?"

"No, you stopped to bake it in a little Werewolf oven! I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything."

"Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while." Harris called out.

"I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?"

Harris was our science teacher, and often at times the adult version of Jackson.

"No..." Stiles said, sounding like a whine.

"Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much."

"Hey! I think they found something!" exclaimed Harley, one of the girls in our class, when she saw the ambulance from out the windows.

Everyone stood up and approached the windows, watching as they rolled a guy from the bus that was covered in blood.

"That's not a rabbit..." I muttered to Scott and Stiles in surprise. That's a human.

When the guy screamed, jumping up from the stretcher we all screamed, and I swear my heart almost jumped out of my chest.

Stiles looked on the bright side of things. "Okay. This is good, this is good! He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that."

"Stiles," Scott said slowly. "I did that."

•─────⋅☾ ☽⋅─────•

"But dreams aren't memories." Stiles argued as we started walking to our lunch table.

"Then it wasn't a dream...something happened last night, and I can't remember what." Scott said bummed as we sat down to eat.

"What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?" Stiles asked confused.

"Because during the full moon, he wasn't changed. He was in total control," Scott pointed at me with his fork. "And you were too, while I was running around in the middle of the night, attacking some totally innocent guy."

"A) that's because we have our anchors and B) you don't know that." I argued.

Scott frowned. "What's an anchor?"

"Someone who brings us back, if you want to know more, you're going to have to ask Derek."

"What? Why!?'

"Because A) you got him arrested, and B) because he knows more about whatever it is that's happening to you."

Scott sighed. "I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel."

I shook my head. "No, you're not cancelling, okay? You can't just cancel your entire life! We'll figure it out."

"Figure out what?" Lydia asked curiously as she sat down with us, next to Scott.

Scott stuttered a little "Just, uh, homework..."

"Yeah." I lean forward in confusion.

"Why is she sitting with us?" I asked as Danny sat on Stiles left, Tim at the base and Allison at Scotts right.

"Thanks!" Allison said with a smile when Scott moves his bag from the chair so she can sit.

"Get up." Jackson orders of Tim.

"How come you never ask Danny to get up?" Tim asked offended.

"Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot." Danny replied and I grimace.

Tim reluctantly stood up and Jackson took his spot.

"So, I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar." Danny commented.

"I heard mountain lion." said Jackson.

"A cougar is a mountain lion." Lydia corrected. He raised an eyebrow at her and Lydia resumed the dumb barbie phase.

"...Isn't it?"

God why does she even do that for a jerk like him? Mom always tells me how I should tutor with Lydia since she's so smart. On paper maybe but as long as Jacksons around (which is like always) I don't think I'll ever see it. Not with him wanting to seem smarter than his girlfriend and her letting him.

Jackson scoffs. "Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway."

I looked at him in disgust.

That is just so damn rude.

"Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out." Stiles put his phone in the middle of the table so we all could see.

"The Sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Myers, did survive the attack. Myers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition."

Scott gasped in shock when they showed his picture. "I know this guy."

"You do?" Allison questioned as my eyes went wide.

Scott nodded. "Yeah, when I used to take the bus, back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver."

"Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please?" Lydia boredly asked.

"Like, oh, where are we going tomorrow night?"

Both Allison and Scott turned their heads to her. "You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow, right?"

"Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do..." Allison said, almost choking on her water.

"Well, I am not sitting home again, watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun."

Scott looked at Allison stunned.

"Hanging out? Like, the four of us? Do you wanna hang out, like, us and them?"

"Yeah, I guess...sounds fun..." Allison said wearily.

They clearly don't want to double date.

"You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork." Jackson said sarcastically, holding up said fork.

"How 'bout bowling? You love to bowl." Lydia exclaims to Jackson.

He scoffed. "Yeah, with actual competition."

Allison smirked at him. "How do you know we're not actual competition? You can bowl, right?" Scott looked embarrassed.

"Sort of..."

Jackson leaned forward. "Is it "sort of," or "yes?"

"Yes." Scott leaned forward, confident.

"In fact, I'm a great bowler."