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She stopped the electricity from going everywhere, I should have been concerned about us being seen. About us being discovered as the supernatural beasts that we were.
But I couldn't; my beta, my first and only remaining beta was lying on the floor. Through the entire time I had been here he hadn't moved. What if he was dead, what if I had lost my last beta, my last pup. A tightening in my chest blossomed, all too similar to that pain that occurred with the murder of my family. I couldn't lose another one; Boys, Erica, mom, dad, Laura. I've lost them all.
I had to know. I had to feel his pulse. He couldn't be dead.
I forgot about Scott and Kira and everything but him; my beta.
Running over seemed to take forever, everything moving around me in slow motions. The lights and sirens didn't phase me, they were just there. Just surrounding me in a blanket of panic. If I was a doctor I'd say I was in shock; but that didn't matter. Not now anyway.
I felt the water under my shoes, I could here it splashing. I briefly worried if it was actually off but I didn't pay it any concern. Dropping to my knees; my hand straight away moving to his neck. Trying to find the minutest pulse, my werewolf hearing couldn't find one. Maybe it was the shock. That could actually be the reason behind it. Maybe if I calmed down. Maybe if I tried to stop that ringing that had taken over me. Maybe of I had been there, if I had been able to grab him before his feet hit the water. Maybe then he'd be fine. But when I was there, hand on his pulse point. I knew it wasn't, he wasn't breathing.
I began to panic; I remember I had yelled at Scott as I had been running "Isaac? He's not breathing!"
Utter panic and confusion took over, I held onto him. If I let go of Isaac; I'd lose him. That's how it worked. I let go of Erica. I let her leave. I let her die.
Same with Laura, and mom, and dad, and even Boyd. If only I'd been strong enough. If only I'd been able to fight better. If only I'd been better. People didn't know I felt this way. If I showed it they'd use it against me. This time I'd show my weakness, I couldn't hide it. And this time I'd fight better.
I've lost people before but not Isaac, this time it would be different. We'd get him breathing, then everything would be better.
I checked his pulse again, and again I yelled at Scott "Scott! He's not breathing!"
Everything would work out. Scott always saved everyone. He'd saved me. He'd saved Stiles. He'd saved Allison. He'd saved Isaac before too.
But what if it only worked once.
He'd be fine.
Right?
