Thanks for being so patient and again, sorry for the inconvenience.
Stiles pov.
I really hate it when supernatural creatures come to town and cause trouble. It results in late nights, near death experience and just overall puts me in a bad mood. So basically after a few dead bodies and several citizens in the hospital, Derek decided that we should split off into groups and try to find where the new troublemakers were holed up. Scott and Derek were together, Jackson and Peter were paired together, Allison had gone with Lydia and, of course, Boyd and Erica were together. Which left me with Isaac.
I didn't have a problem with the guy, but I always got this feeling that he didn't like me very much. Most of our conversations consisted of lame small talk and awkward silence. So about ten minutes into our hike deeper into the preserve, I was about to go stir crazy from the silence. I kept swinging my bat in the air out of boredom. Allison had given me one of her dagger things that had been dipped in wolfs bane. I also had brought my bat, which she had also dipped in the poison.
"Can you please watch where you're swinging that? That stuff kills me, you know." Isaac snapped when I almost hit him in the face with the bat. Hanging my head a bit, I let the bat drop to my side.
"Sorry." I mumbled, pulling my hood up. The winter air sent chills up my spine. My breath hung in front of me like a thick fog. Isaac didn't seem affected by the chill weather, probably due to werewolf body temperature. Lucky bastard. Not realizing how cold it would get, I was only wearing my red hoodie. Isaac gave me a kind of guilty look and unwrapped his useless scarf from his neck and held it out to me. I raised my eyebrow.
"What are we dating now?" I asked sarcastically but took it. Isaac chuckled. "Thanks."
"No problem. I'm sorry for snapping at you like that." he said quietly. I shrugged as we both came to a stop to rest.
"Its cool. I'm use to it." I told him, leaning my bat against a nearby tree. I wrapped the scarf around my neck and tucked it into my jacket. I blew at my hands, trying to warm them up. I looked up at Isaac and asked, "Is it just me or is it getting colder?"
"I think you're right." he replied, causing a small puff of mist to slip past his lips. "Deaton said that the creatures presence can cause a sudden drop in temperature. We must be close."
"Is that suppose to be reassuring?" I grumbled not really expecting or wanting an answer. I thought back to what Deaton had told us about the new creatures. Apparently they were called the Frigentem, which means the cold ones. I was put on research duty, which meant spending my weekend in the library going through old mythology books, or sitting at my computer searching the web. Unfortunately, I found very little information save for a few articles on one of the conspiracy theory websites.
It said that the Cold Ones traveled in packs, much like wolves. Their teeth and nails are sharpened, making it easier for them to kill their prey. Along with their presence making temperature drop, they can also create ice out of thin air. This power allows them to keep their kills preserved until they're ready to eat them. Yay!
There was a long silence, neither I or Isaac said anything. Finally, he broke the silence. "So, what's your favorite color?"
"Really? Out of all the conversation starters in the world, you went with 'what's your favorite color'?" I asked in disbelief. Isaac scoffed and rolled his eyes.
"Fine then, I guess we just wont talk." he grumbled, turning away from me. I quietly cursed myself for being such a loud mouth. We were both quiet again.
I sighed lightly before saying, "Red."
"What?" Isaac asked turning back to face me. I rubbed at my chin.
"Red. My favorite color is red." I explained. Isaac nodded slightly, his mouth hanging open just a bit.
"Oh, cool. Mine too." he mumbled back.
There was a crunching of leaves behind me, making both of us tense up. I grabbed my bat and turned to see a guy standing behind me. He had jet black hair and pale skin. But what really caught my attention was the color of his eyes; silver. Black veins danced across his face as fangs slipped past his "What the hell?"
There was a crunching all around us as more people stepped out from the trees; each with the same hair and eyes. Isaac grabbed my arm and placed himself in front of me, his eyes glowing gold as he wolfed out. A ferocious growl ripped from his mouth, making the newcomers laugh as if he was a puppy. The werewolf turned to look at me. Through his fangs he sneered, "Now would be a good time to start swinging that thing."