Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

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Season 1 - Episode 12

Isabelle glared at her uncle as he stood up, she rushed to Lydia. Pressing her fingers to her neck to feel for a pulse. She was relieved there was one. She was horrified by the way she looked. Lydia was always freshly dressed with sleek and shiny hair and now she looked the opposite of her. She knew that if she were awake she would freak out by her complexion.

"Let's get going." Peter told his niece and Stiles as he cleaned himself up of the blood. Isabelle let out a low growl, snapping her head forward to look at her uncle.

"You got what you wanted! We are not going with you and I am not leaving her!"

"Yes you are," Peter states with an equal growl in her direction. "I need you with me."

"Should have thought of that before you attacked my best friend!" Isabelle looked back at Lydia. Stiles was frantic, locating the source of the blood that was right along Lydia's torso. It was a bite mark. Isabelle felt herself panic even more. She couldn't imagine Lydia being a werewolf. What would she even say about that? Isabelle felt a pit of nerves growing in her stomach. There were two paths when it came to the bite. Sometimes it took, and other times it didn't.

Lydia had to survive. She just had too. She couldn’t die being mad at her.

“Fine.” Peter caved. “I admit, attacking Hannah's sister wasn't my finest moment.”

Isabelle frowned. He still remembered Hannah?

"Call one of your friends." Peter told the two teenagers. Reluctantly, Stiles, being the only one with his phone on him, texted Jackson.

Stiles cuts the call and Isabelle prays that Jackson takes this seriously. Stiles and Isabelle stand, both still reluctant about leaving, follow Peter out of the field and get into Stiles' parked jeep. Isabelle stares out the window. Her lips pressed into a firm line, arms crossed and eyebrows drawn together in anger. They drove in silence, much to Isabelle's gratitude and dismay.

"Don't feel bad." Peter spoke up from the back seat as he met his niece's eye in the mirror. "If she lives, she'll become a Werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."

Stiles scoffs. "Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear me apart."

Isabelle sighed apprehensive. She had never told the boys what it was like to be a werewolf from a woman's perspective. It's not like they ever actually asked.

"Actually, considering that she's a woman… for us it's twice a month."

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Isabelle was glad she had left a change of clothes in the jeep for emergencies. She wasn't given enough privacy to change out of her dress, but she at least managed to change out of the 4-inch heels Lydia had forced on her.

Stiles walked behind Isabelle and Peter, by order of Isabelle. She refused to have him close by in case Peter got into a fit of rage and turned on him. Peter led the two teens to a parking garage, approaching a parked car.

"Whose car is this?" Isabelle asked.

"It belonged to my nurse." Peter responded and Isabelle made an "o" shape with her mouth. She had wondered what they had done with her. But she didn't care to ask.

Stiles did. "What happened to your n–" Peter opened the trunk to the car and Isabelle grimaced at the sight. Stiles gasped. So that's what they had done with her. Turns out Derek punched her hard enough to cause a concussion that only got worse when she hit the floor. And at the time none of them paid attention to her.