Transformed (Incomplete)

Magic Bullet, Part I

I stare at my reflection in the mirror, the toothbrush hanging out of my mouth. Not that long ago, I stood here doing the exact same thing. But things were completely different then. Scott was a human, I didn't have to worry about the Alpha, and Derek Hale didn't even exist to us. Now, my brother's a werewolf. I'm constantly worrying about a savage werewolf Alpha looking for its next victim to turn. Derek Hale is my brother's only hope in learning how to control this. I rinse the bristles off and set the toothbrush back in the little, plastic cup on the edge of the sink. I sigh.
"Scott?" I call without bothering to turn my head.
"Yeah?" comes the reply.
"You going to bed?" I pull my hair up into a ponytail. It's messy, but I don't bother to make it better. I poke my head into Scott's room.
"In a little bit," he shrugs, looking at me.
"Alright," I say when I see he's not going to say anything else. "I'll see you in the morning then."
I stand around, waiting to see if he'll say something more before I duck back into the bathroom and walk to my room. I get ready for bed, adjusting the pillows and setting my alarm for the morning.
Just as I'm settling in under the blankets, the vision starts.
There's a woman that I've never seen before in my life driving a car in the dark. I can tell there's something outside, something that will end up changing her life completely, even if she doesn't know it yet. I can sense that she knows it's there though.
"Scott!" I call sleepily.
"Yeah?" he appears in my doorway. I sit up, flicking on the light. He studies me for a moment. "What is it? Did you have another vision?"
"Yeah, of this - this woman," I tell him. "I don't know who she is. I've never seen her before in my life, but she's driving. She's driving and there's something outside of her car."
"What's outside of her car?" Scott leans against the doorframe.
"I don't know," I admit. "All I know is she knows it's there - or she suspects it is, at least. She's not afraid of it either. It's almost like ... she was there for it. But it's going to change her life, Scott. In a huge way, like you getting bit huge-way."
"You think it's the Alpha outside her car?" my brother's eyebrows shoot up. "You don't think it's going to bite her too, do you?"
"I don't know!" I say a little sharper than I meant to. Scott shrinks a little. "Just ... can you just text Stiles for me? Tell him I had a vision?"
"Sure, Em," Scott nods once. "Good night."
"'Night," I return, flicking the light back off as Scott turns and walks back into his room. I can see the glow of his phone screen and I sigh, rolling over.
I'm  finally asleep when a loud noise wakes me up. It sounded like a gunshot and now it's followed by a female voice yelling.
"Scott!" I shout instinctively, jumping out of bed. "Scott! Mom!"
In all honesty, I don't know if Mom's home. I've forgotten if she said she was working late tonight or not. I don't even know what time it is.
"Emerson?" Scott appears in my hall doorway, squinting at me in a pair of pants and a gray tank top. He scratches his head, running his hand through his hair.
"What was that?" I shout, my heartbeat slowing down just a little. Scott doesn't look too worried, so I figure I shouldn't be.
"You heard it too?" Scott looks at me, confused.
"Uh, yeah, I heard it! It woke up me up from a dead sleep!" I say, exasperated. "It sounded like it was right here in the house! I thought you or Mom -"
"There's no wolf in the house, Em," Scott shakes his head at me. "It sounded far away. I didn't even think you'd be able to hear it."
"A wolf?" I'm confused now. I cross my arms, my eyes flickering around the dark.
"Yeah, the wolf howling," Scott tells me. He walks into my room, turning on my light.
"I didn't hear a wolf howling."
"What did you hear?" Scott furrows his eyebrows. His forehead crinkles and he watches me anxiously.
"A gunshot," I say slowly. "You didn't hear it?"
"I didn't hear any gunshots, no," Scott says quickly. His ears prick. "But I've got to go!"
"Wait - where are you -" I start, but before I can even finish the question, Scott's already left. I know I can't follow him. I'm not fast enough on foot and I can't drive yet. I grab my phone from my nightstand and text Stiles before I settle for sitting in my desk chair and jiggling my leg nervously.