Prologue
Isaac Lahey's grip on reality was slipping, his vision blurred and body sluggish from exertion. A woman, his savior, pulled his body through an alleyway, coaxing his eyes awake with her voice. He needed to stay awake.
"Isaac! If you lose consciousness, you will die here." The woman whispered harshly into the werewolf's ears. After she had kick-started his heart, the woman was hell-bent on saving the young man. Conjuring up the strength that Isaac had left, he pulled his body up, his jaw tightening from the effort.
"Good, there we go.. Only a little bit longer now.." The woman finally got him to her motorbike, she stopped momentarily to catch her breathe, coughing violently until blood escaped through her mouth. Looking at it with disdain, the woman was worried about the damage done to her own body. Distracted for only a second, the woman refocused her attention on Isaac as she helped him onto her bike.
"Grab my waist Isaac, and don't let go." She hastily grabbed his arms, allowing them to wrap around her body. She reeved the throttle, the motorbike jump starting and flying down the wide alley-way. Looking back she saw her two pursuers, their eyes glowing red among the mist and darkness. She turned a corner, the tires screeching from the quick turn.
"Come on, come on..." The maze of alleys was disorientating the woman from her desired location.
One of the werewolves caught up to the bike, attempting to claw into Isaac's limp body. Swerving the motorbike away the woman accelerated, gaining some distance between her and the pursuers.
"Don't let her reach the forest!" She vaguely heard one of the werewolves growl out.
Pursing her lips the woman refused to give up. Her mind flared to life as the whispers of the forest crept into her senses. She saw an opening from the maze of alley-ways and took the chance, pushing the motorbike through a narrow lane-way. The bike clipped debris on the ground and almost spun out of control, but the woman regained composure quickly, holding onto the handlebars and forcing it in the right direction.
She could feel Isaac's grip slipping from her waist, she had stopped speaking to the young man quite some time ago. Her voice no longer an anchor holding him to the present.
"Isaac, we're almost there!" She bit out. The motorbike swerved with his limp body, harder to control with the dead weight. The woman felt like screaming with frustration. Thinking quickly she had no choice but to rip off the glove enclosing her hand, touching his hand with her own and let the voice of the forest channel through her body. It coursed through her veins, reaching the tips of her fingers and hesitantly flowing into Isaac. Life. Life... Life the woman thought in her mind, hearing as Isaac gasped and his consciousness was rekindled.
The momentary distraction had the woman pulling her hand abruptly back to the handlebar, her eyes clearing and the singing in her veins retracting back to her mind. She felt drained, a price to pay for sharing life, and as an opening came to slide into a street, she took it. They were finally on the open road, and it wasn't long until the road was surrounded less with houses and more with trees.
Looking back, the woman realized that the werewolves were no longer behind them. Odd. Their master must have called them back, the open road with too many cameras and perhaps curious eyes would raise too many suspicions. Grinning in triumph the woman began to slow down, but the glint of red in the corner of her vision had her screeching the bike to a stop, throwing herself off the bike and dragging Isaac with her. The bike flipped on its side, sliding along into the middle of the road while they rolled onto leaves and sticks.
The two pursuers stared at the woman, teeth dripping with saliva, the red eyes burning holes into her body.
The woman could feel the soil beneath her body, smirking that she was able to lead them to a location where she had the advantage. "Your alpha would have warned you against stepping on soil that I lay on. I wouldn't go against his warnings. " The woman lay with her hands dug into the ground, coiling her body up into a crouch. The whispering of the forest around her became a thrumming in her body, clearer and more distinct.
The pursuers glanced at each other, hesitating to step onto her battlefield, instead wanting to stay on the road where they were out of her reach. Isaac had passed out from the chase, his body laying on the ground motionless behind the woman. It wasn't until there was a feral howl, loud and demanding, that the two werewolves shrunk back from the woman. Finally.. The woman slumped, the howl of an alpha relaxing her body. The scent of one of his pack must have reached his nose, the forest was close to his abode after all.
It wasn't until the two pairs of red glowing eyes retracted back into the darkness that the woman let her exhaustion sweep over her body. Her body slumped onto the ground, the forest continuing to whisper to the woman, urging her to heal, but the woman slipped into unconsciousness instead.
Hey guys, this is a new fan fiction that I've started to write! I hope you all enjoy the writing, this is my own take on teen wolf with an added character! Obviously the focus is on Isaac/oc, so there will be plenty of those scenes! As for the Allison/Isaac issue- I seriously loved these guys to bits in the tv show, and I will keep them friendly! Just not turn romantic- If you understand. Enjoy!
