It was the middle of the night, I woke with a jolt and let out a shrilling scream. I was covered in sweat and I couldn't breathe.
My brother Scott bursts into my room and almost falls to the floor. He finds me sitting at the edge of my bed with tears streaming down my cheek and small breaths of air leaving my mouth.
"What's wrong?" He asks worriedly as he hurries to my side, checking to see if I was physically hurt.
I couldn't calm down and it didn't take long for Scott to realize that I had been having a nightmare.
"Shh, listen to me," Scott says with his hands holding my chin gently.
"Listen to my voice. I'm right here and I'm not going to leave, you are safe." He continues as he carefully sits down in front of me on my bed.
My head was looking in every direction of my room, as if something would suddenly appear out of nowhere and hurt me or Scott. I try to rip myself away from Scott, afraid that I would somehow hurt him or cause him pain.
"Look at me, Ava." His voice was soft.
Unwillingly, his hands carefully turned my face towards him. He had the moonlight shining on his face.
"You are awake." Scott tells me.
He wraps me up in a hug and in that moment sobs were wracking through my body. My body was trembling against his, causing him to pull me closer into his warm chest. I took a strong hold of his shoulders, afraid that at any moment he would disappear from me and never come back.
"You are okay, Ava." He says.
"I promise you are okay." He repeats with his voice cracking at the end.
"Scott, I dreamt that bad things started happening in Beacon Hills again. All I kept seeing were glowing eyes and all of the people I care about getting killed." I take a deep breath, but once I close my eyes all of the images start coming back.
"Ava, listen to me. It wasn't real, it was just a dream." He says as he puts a hand on my shoulder.
"It felt so real though." Tears began streaming down my face.
"They came after you too. I just stood there helplessly and watched as they killed you. I couldn't do anything about it no matter how hard I tried." I explain.
"Could you see who it was?" Scott asks rubbing my back.
I shook my head. "I-I don't know."
He stays quiet for a few seconds. "Scott, do you think there could be another pack in Beacon Hills?" His mind seems to drift somewhere else.
"Scott?" He finally looks back toward me.
"Sorry, I'm just a little tired and I have no clue." Scott says as he rubs the back of his neck.
"Go get some sleep Scott." I say laying down in my bed and wiping away the remainder of tears.
"Ava, I'm not leaving you. I'm going to stay right here and sleep in the chair." Scott says, pointing to the chair in the corner of my room.
"Scott, you don't have to stay with me." I sigh.
"I know I don't have to, but I want to." He says kissing my forehead.
Even though Scott was with me, I felt as though I couldn't relax anymore. All I kept seeing were glowing red eyes.
I rest my feet on the dashboard, humming to the radio as Stiles watches the road. His old jeep shuddered and rattled as if it was going to turn to dust at any moment.
Stiles has been my best friend for as long as I can remember and we've been through everything together. When my brother Scott became a werewolf, Stiles was there to help my brother through the process and he was also there to make sure Scott didn't cause me any harm.
"So, do you think the nightmare you had last night had anything to do with Derek Hale?" Stiles asks me, not taking his eyes off the road.
"Why would it have something to do with Derek?" I ask, giving Stiles a confused look.
"Well, Derek is the only Alpha we know."
"Stiles, I'm ninety-five percent certain that Derek was not the Alpha killing people in my dream." I tell him.
"There's still a five percent chance that he did it though." Stiles smirks at me.
"You just think it's Derek because you don't like him." I say, knowing I'm right.
"Is that a dead guy on the side of the road?!" Stiles announces.
"Where?" I shout, searching out the window.
Next thing I know, Stiles stops the jeep and clambers out of the driver's seat. I curse under my breath, shoving my door open and running after him.
I gasp when I see him knelt beside the body of Isaac Lahey. His entire shirt was covered in blood and his lip was cut open.
"He's alive." He assures me.
"I would hope Isaac would be alive considering he's a fucking werewolf."
Stiles lifts Isaac's shirt up to check the wound. His entire chest was covered in deep gashes.
"Why isn't it healing?" I ask.
"I have no idea." Stiles runs a hand through his hair.
"I'm going to call Scott." Stiles says as I kneel beside Isaac.
"Help me get him up first."
We both take one of Isaac's arms and sling it across our shoulders, hauling his heavy, unconscious body towards the jeep. Isaac's head sags against his chest and his feet drag behind us, completely useless. He mumbles something in his sleep, but I could barely catch it.
"What'd he say?" Stiles grunts.
"Please, no more." I echo.
Stiles and I exchange looks before carefully pushing Isaac onto the backseat, and I situate his head on my lap.
"I wish I was in that position." Stiles mumbles.
"Just call Scott." I growl.
He quickly pulls his phone out and waits for my brother to answer.
"Scott, we have a problem, a very big problem."
As Stiles continues to speak to Scott, I study Isaac's face. His curly hair was flat against his head with sweat and his once bloody lips was now completely healed. I notice the blood spreading faster onto his shirt. My heart suddenly stops when I notice how pale he looks. I place my hand on his face. He felt cold.
I pull Isaac's shirt and rip it open. My hands hover over the wound, uncertain of what to do. I decide to put pressure on the wound to try and stop the bleeding. Tears start falling from my eyes as I realize I might lose him.
"Ava, we're going to Deaton's Clinic and Scott's going to meet us there." Stiles says as he climbs into his jeep and starts the engine.
"Stiles, what if he doesn't make it?"
"Ava, don't think like that." Stiles says as he hits the gas pedal a little too hard.
"Even though we broke up, I still care about him and I don't even think he knows it."
Isaac and I had started off as just friends, but we eventually turned into something more. Issac wasn't a werewolf when we started dating. Isaac's father was abusive and Issac couldn't deal with it anymore, so he asked Derek Hale for the bite. We broke up shortly after he received the bite because everything about him changed.
Stuffing all of my necessary books and things into my bookbag, I made my way hastily to my car, keys ready in hand. I was only feet away when I heard Isaac's voice from behind me.
"Ava! Wait," He panted. "God, you walk fast."
"Can I help you with something?" I crossed my arms.
"Look- I'm sorry." Isaac admitted.
"Sorry doesn't suffice. Isaac, you literally transformed from my nice, loving boyfriend into this.. douche-y, rude, overly-confident jerk. Do you seriously think 'sorry' is gonna make up for that?"
"I guess not.." He scratched the back of his neck. "But please, you've got to let me explain-"
"Explain what? Explain that now you're a werewolf, you can act like the world's biggest douche bag? Or that now that you have a new set of friends, you can ditch me all the time?" I challenged.
"No. Explain that I'm sorry and that I thought- I thought.." Isaac trailed off, trying to find the right words.
"You thought?" I urged him to continue, my arms still folded across my chest.
"I thought being a werewolf would be better. I thought everything was going to get.. better."
"And? Has it?"
"No. Not at all. The complete opposite, actually." Isaac looked down.
"If I had known that the cost of becoming a werewolf and getting all these super-human abilities was losing you, I never would have said yes. Ever since I got the bite, everything has been going wrong. My father died, I'm constantly training, I was a fugitive, people are trying to hunt me," He listed off.
"I'm fighting with you.."
"Issac, I'm tired of fighting."
"Me too, but you know I love you at the end of the day." He whispered, pulling me close to him.
"You and I both know we're not going to last." I honestly blurted out, even though I hated to admit it, both of us knew I was right.
"We can try harder, Ava." He said with that worried tone.
"I love you Issac, but I'm so sick of arguing every day." I grip Isaac's hands tightly.
"So this is it? I'm not giving up on you!" He raised his voice, letting go of my hands.
"Just leave, Issac." I gulped, not daring to look at his eyes.
"At least stop looking at me like that!" I yelled, not meaning to sound aggressive.
"Like what?" He whispered, annoyed.
"Like I'm still your everything." It was hard to say that out loud, but I managed to say it anyway.
"That's because you're still my everything. Even now that we're not together anymore."