It has been three weeks since lucas turned and now him and gabriella were in the middle of the woods.

Gabriella stood a few feet away from Lucas in the middle of the woods, her eyes steady on him as she spoke. "Anger is tricky," she said, her voice calm yet firm, echoing through the stillness of the trees. "It can give us power, make us faster, stronger... but it can also make us lose control. And control is everything when you're a werewolf."

Lucas paced back and forth, his hands clenched at his sides. He had gotten better over the last few weeks, but the struggle to manage his emotions still loomed large. "I get that," he muttered, frustration creeping into his voice. "But it's not that easy. What am I supposed to do when someone pushes me too far?"

Gabriella folded her arms, watching him carefully. "That's the point, Lucas. In a fight, anger can give you an edge, but if you let it control you-if you lash out when someone pisses you off-it can also get you killed. Or worse, hurt someone you care about."

Lucas stopped pacing and looked at her, his brow furrowed. "So what am I supposed to do? Just keep everything bottled up inside?"

Gabriella shook her head. "No, it's not about bottling it up. It's about learning to channel it. To feel it, but not let it consume you. Use it when you need to, but always be in control of it. It's a balance, and it takes time to master."

She stepped closer, her tone softening. "The full moon is coming soon. You're going to feel everything more intensely. The rage, the power-it's going to surge through you. But you can't let it win. You're stronger than that."

Lucas clenched his jaw, taking a deep breath as he tried to absorb her words. "What if I lose it? What if I can't control it, Gabby?"

Gabriella smiled faintly, reaching out to place a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "You won't. Because you're not doing this alone. I'm right here with you, and I'll be there to help if things get tough. You've come this far already, Lucas. You're stronger than you think."

Lucas exhaled, some of the tension in his body easing at her words. "Alright," he said, nodding. "Let's try again."

Gabriella took a step back and motioned for him to focus. "Good. Now, close your eyes. Focus on your breathing, and let the anger flow through you, but don't let it take over."

Lucas closed his eyes, taking deep, measured breaths. He could feel the familiar heat rising within him, the pulse of energy that always came with his shifting emotions. But this time, he tried to control it-to let the anger fuel him, but not overwhelm him.

"That's it," Gabriella said softly. "Feel the power, but don't let it burn you out. You control the wolf-it doesn't control you."

Lucas gritted his teeth, focusing hard on her words. Slowly, his breathing steadied, and the fire inside him dimmed just enough for him to stay in control. When he opened his eyes, the yellow glow in them had softened.

Gabriella smiled proudly. "See? You're getting it."

Lucas nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Maybe this whole werewolf thing isn't impossible after all."

Lucas leaned against a tree, a charming grin on his face as he looked at Gabriella. "You know, for a teacher, you're not half bad at this," he teased, his easygoing tone breaking the tension of the moment.

His charismatic nature made him the kind of person people were naturally drawn to, and even though he had been through hell with the transformation, he still had a way of lightening the mood.

Gabriella rolled her eyes playfully, though a smile tugged at her lips. "Don't let it go to your head, Lucas. You're still a rookie at this."

He chuckled, stepping forward and ruffling her hair "Rookie, huh? I think I'm getting pretty good, Admit it."

She swatted his hand away, smirking. "In your dreams."

Despite the banter, Gabriella couldn't help but feel a sense of pride seeing how far Lucas had come. He had a natural charisma that made people feel comfortable around him, and even though their world had changed, his approachable nature hadn't wavered.

Lucas flashed a charming smile, leaning in slightly. "Come on, Gabby. You've got to admit it, I'm handling this wolf thing pretty well. With my charm and your *so-called* wisdom, we're unstoppable."

Gabriella laughed, shaking her head. "You're impossible, Lucas."

"But you love me anyway," he said with a wink, and despite everything.

"Because Erica cares about you"

Lucas paused for bit, he hadn't seen Erica since the dance, everytime she tried to talk to him he walks away scared he might hurt her

Gabriella noticed the change in his demeanor, her teasing tone softening. "You've been avoiding her," she said gently, her eyes studying him.

Lucas looked away, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I don't know what to say to her, Gabby. I mean, I'm different now. What if I lose control around her? What if I hurt her?" His usual confidence was replaced with vulnerability, a side of him he rarely showed.

Gabriella stepped closer, her voice calm and reassuring. "Lucas, you care about Erica. That's why you won't hurt her. You've been learning to control the wolf, and you're getting better every day. You can't keep running from her forever."

He let out a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. "I just don't know how to act around her anymore. What if she's scared of me?"

Gabriella placed a hand on his shoulder, giving him a supportive squeeze. "You're still you, Lucas. Erica cares about you. She won't care that you're a werewolf. You owe it to both of you to at least talk to her."

"Then why haven't you told her your a werewolf" Lucas's question hung in the air, and Gabriella's grip on his shoulder faltered for a brief second.

She hadn't expected him to turn the conversation back on her, and the truth was, she wasn't sure how to answer.

Before she could say anything they both heard a blood wrenching scream

"What the hell was that" lucas said as he removed his hands from his ears as the screaming stopped.

"Lydia"

[...]

"Smell this" gabriella said to Scott and lucas as she hands them somthing of Lydia's "Let's try to find a scent"

They were now at the hospital parking lot, they all rushed here when they found out Lydia was missing

"I think I got a scent" lucas said

"Me too" Scott said as he climbed to the backseat to Stiles jeep.

"Then let's go" gabriella said as they all climb into the car

Stiles clicks on the HEADLIGHTS to reveal
Allison startling all of them as she rushes to the passenger window of the Jeep

"Jeez Ali, I thought you were bloody fucking Mary for a sec"

"We fought a murderous werewolf and you get scared of a fictional ghost" allison says as she gets into the Jeep.

Scott eyes widen as she climbs in "What are you doing? Someone's going to see us" Scott said, worriedly remembering how Chris held a gun to his head and told him to stay away from Allison.

"I don't care. She's my best friend and we need to find her before they do"

"We can find her before the cops" Lucas said

"How about before my father does?"

"Wait Mr.arg- chris knows?" Gabriella said turning to look at her cousin

"I just saw him and three other guys
leave my house in two SUV's"

"A search party"

"More like a hunting party"

Gabriella's heart sank as Allison's words hit her. "A hunting party?" she repeated, her voice low, anxiety starting to rise.

Lucas shifted uneasily in his seat, his usual charisma dimming under the weight of the situation. "If hunters are involved, this just got a lot more complicated."

[...]

Under an eerie quiet, Scott,lucas, gabriella, Allison and Stiles approach the rotted and burned Hale House. Yellow police tape stretches across the windows and door.

"She came here? You're sure?" Stiles said looking around the hale house

"This is where the scent leads" Scott walked around trying to find some trace of her

"But has Lydia ever been here?"

"Not with me" allison said, looking at her cousin, it was still weird between them finding out there related.

"Hey look at this" lucas called them over as he crouches down pointing at a THIN WIRE stretched between two trees "I think it's a tripwire"

Stiles kneels down infront of the wire and pulls back on the wire, triggering the mechanism.

They each glance up at THE SOUND OF SOMETHING SLICING THROUGH THE

Behind Stiles and Lucas , gabriella is YANKED off her feet making allison and Scott snuffle there laugh as they saw it happen "Stiles..."

They turn around to see gabriella hanging off the ground, her ankles bound by tight cord "Next time you see a tripwire? Don't trip it"

"Noted" lucas said laughing

Gabriella hung upside down, her arms crossed, glaring at Lucas and Stiles while they tried and failed to hold back their laughter. "Glad my misfortune is so amusing to you," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

Stiles winced, though he was still grinning. "Hey, I didn't think it would actually, you know, work."

Gabriella rolled her eyes before pausing "Someone's coming. Hide"

Lucas pulls a reluctant Stiles into the shadows following Scott and allison

Just as they slip behind a tree figures appear, moving stealthily through the mist.

A face comes into focus upside down in gabriella's perspective, but unmistakable "Hey uncle chris..."

He sighed and signaled for the hunters to go away

"What brings you to the haunted house of horrors?"

"Cut the jokes, gabriella. What are you doing here?" His eyes darted around the clearing, finding it weird that she's outside without her friends.

"Trying to find lydia"

Chris's gaze hardened, concern etching lines across his forehead. "You shouldn't be here. This place is dangerous, and I can't have you getting caught up in this."

Gabriella narrowed her eyes, unfazed by his authority. "And you think I'm just going to sit back and wait while Lydia could be in trouble? Not happening."

He took a step closer, lowering his voice. "Lydia is my priority right now. You being here complicates things."

"Complicates? You mean it makes it more difficult for you to keep me safe? I can take care of myself, Chris." Gabriella's tone was defiant, her determination shining through.

"You're a kid. This isn't some game, Gabriella." Chris's frustration was palpable as he cut gabriella down " go home" And with that he left.

[...]

The next day, the weight of Lydia's absence still hung heavy in the air, but life had to go on. Lucas stood in front of the door of the boys locker room, adjusting his lacrosse gear, excitement bubbling beneath the surface. He could feel the adrenaline coursing through him, a blend of eagerness and nerves.

Gabriella leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her beta with a mix of admiration and concern. "Are you sure about this, Lucas?" she asked, biting her lip. "I mean, lacrosse? It's a whole different game now that you're a werewolf."

He turned to her, a confident smile on his face. "Exactly! I can run faster, hit harder. This is my chance to show everyone what I can do."

"That's the problem," Gabriella replied, her voice tinged with worry. "What if you lose control? You know how intense things can get on the field. What if you hurt someone?"

Lucas shrugged, his enthusiasm unwavering. "I've been training. I've been able to control my transformations, and I can manage my anger. I'm not going to let it get the best of me."

Training in the woods is one thing, but a game is a whole different environment. You'll have teammates relying on you, and if you slip up-"

"I won't," he interrupted, stepping closer to her. "I need this, Gabby. I need to feel normal again. Lacrosse was always my thing before all this. It's just a game."

"It's more than just a game now. You're a werewolf, Lucas. You're stronger, faster, but that doesn't mean you can just jump back into everything like it's the same. What if you get too caught up in the competition?"

"I get that, but I'm not the only one on the field. I'll be careful. Besides, I'll have you guys there to keep me in check." His tone was light as he leaves gabriella for the field.

"I regret bitting him"

[...]

Gabriella slid into her seat next to Erica, her mind still swirling with the conversation she had with Lucas earlier that morning. She hadn't expected to have a class with Erica today, and the guilt of keeping Lucas's secret weighed heavily on her.

Erica turned to her with a hopeful look. "Hey, Gabriella. Do you... do you know why Lucas has been avoiding me?"

Gabriella could feel Erica's eyes searching her face, waiting for an answer. She hesitated for a brief moment, then forced a small smile. "Yeah, um, he's just still freaking out about what happened at the dance," Gabriella said, her voice steady despite the half-truth. "You know how he is. He gets in his head about stuff. He'll come around soon."

Erica sighed, her shoulders slumping slightly. "It's just... I don't understand why he won't talk to me. It feels like he's shutting me out."

Gabriella's heart twinged with sympathy. She knew Erica cared about Lucas, and it pained her to see her so worried. She wanted to tell her the truth, but it wasn't her place. "It's not you, Erica. I promise. He's just dealing with a lot right now, and sometimes it's hard for him to open up. But he cares about you, I know that."

Erica nodded, though the doubt in her expression lingered. "I just miss hanging out with him, you know? It's like he's a different person ever since that night."

Gabriella swallowed, knowing that wasn't far from the truth. "Give him some time. He's still figuring things out, but he'll come around. I'm sure he'll talk to you soon."

Erica offered a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I hope so. I just want to make sure he's okay."

Gabriella gave her a reassuring nod, but inside, she felt the weight of the secret she was keeping.

As the class went on, As Gabriella found herself unusually focused on the way Erica's expression shifted when she talked about Lucas.

There was a flutter in her chest that she couldn't quite place, something that felt different from just sympathy or concern.

She brushed it off, telling herself she was just worried about Lucas and Erica as friends. But every time Erica smiled or sighed, Gabriella felt her attention lock onto her in a way that made her feel... odd.

[...]

As she walks down the corridor to her next class, she saw allison next to her locker looking upset.

As gabriella got closer her ears picked up on the reason why allison was upset, " Not her sister It was her aunt The one who murdered all those people"

Two girls were across from Allison talking about kate " You mean the crazy bitch who
murdered all those people.

Laughter and cruel whispers drift toward Allison. She tries not to look up while gathering her things "The fire, all those animal attacks? "

"Her aunt"

"Are you kidding? I sit next to her
in English"

"Find a new seat"

Gabriella's blood boiled as she overheard the cruel conversation. Without hesitation, she strode toward the two girls, her expression darkening with every step.

Gabriella stood infront the girls as she glowed her eyes"Hey, say one more thing about Allison, and I'll tear your tounge from your head, Got it?"

The two girls froze, their smug expressions instantly wiped away as they stared at Gabriella, wide-eyed and terrified.

As gabriella sees that she got the message through she stopped glowing her eyes and smiled at them sweetly before going to allison.

Allison who witness the whole ordeal turned to gabriella"What are you doing they could tell people, they saw your eyes"

"Relax their stoners no one will believe anything they say"

"Hunters will"

Gabriella sighed, leaning against the locker next to Allison. "Hunters are always watching," she admitted, "but I'm not letting anyone talk about you or your family like that."

Allison frowned, her shoulders slumping slightly. "I can handle it, Gabriella. You don't have to get involved."

Gabriella turned to face her, a protective fire still in her eyes, though she kept her tone softer. "I know you can, but you don't have to deal with it alone. We look out for each other, remember? Especially since we are basically cousins now"

"Yeah... how weird is that?" Allison nodded, recalling the stories her dad used to tell her when she was younger about her aunt isabella.

Gabriella smirked, trying to lighten the mood. "Well, at least we're stuck with each other now. Family comes first, right?"

Allison let out a small laugh, appreciating Gabriella's effort to uplift her spirits. "You're right. I guess it's nice to know I have someone who understands what I'm going through."

"Always," Gabriella said, placing a reassuring hand on Allison's shoulder. "And if those girls bother you again, you know I'll be right there to scare them off." Gabriella said glowing her eyes for a second before making it go back to normal

Allison chuckled, a mix of appreciation and amusement lighting up her expression. "You're seriously the best, you know that? Just... maybe save the glowing for when it's really necessary?"

"Sure"

they began to walk away together, completely unaware of the brunette boy lurking in the shadows. He crouched behind a nearby locker, his camera poised and ready, capturing the moment. His eyes focused intently on Gabriella, a mixture of curiosity and intrigue etched on his face.

The boy clicked the shutter, the sound muffled by the bustling hallway. As Gabriella and Allison continued down the hall, he quietly took pictures of the werewolf.

[...]

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over the training ground, Gabriella and Lucas stood ready for another session. Gabriella was focused, her expression serious as she paced in front of Lucas, who seemed to exude a cocky confidence.

"Alright, Lucas," she began, her tone firm. "Today, we're working on your reflexes. You need to learn how to protect yourself, especially from the Argents. They won't hesitate to take you down if they think you're a threat."

Lucas smirked, stretching his arms and flexing his muscles. "Come on, Gabby. How hard can it be to catch a moving arrow? I've got this."

Gabriella raised an eyebrow, not amused. "It's not just about strength; it's about timing and precision. These aren't just regular arrows—they're designed to kill."

He waved her off dismissively. "I can handle it. I mean, I'm pretty fast, right?"

Gabriella crossed her arms, unimpressed. "Okay, flash, let's see what you've got. But remember, it's all about focus. You'll need to anticipate the movement."

She stepped back and readied a bow, nocking an arrow and taking aim. "When I release this, I want you to focus on the direction and the speed. You've