The Hunted

It was inevitable that the Argents wanted all of the power. Scott and Stile's genius plan to find out what Jackson told the police they uncovered that Gerard Argent, yet another werewolf hunter, was our new principle. Of course, they didn't get much off of Jackson's conversation besides the obvious" Jackson could hear Isaac's scrams and pleads, cries and the torture he had endured, yet he said nothing because apparently when another person is suffering at the hands of their own, it's not an issue.

At the end of the school day, Derek picked me up, assured me he had a plan to keep Isaac safe and to being him back to me. We sped away from the school, just in time to see Isaac in the back of a police car and Scott about to run back into the school.

"Get in." Derek commanded, the sound of his voice sending chills down my spine. No doubt both werewolves could smell the fear coming off of me and how my heart raced.

Spinning around, Scott looked pissed. "Are you serious? You did this. That's your fault." He said, looking past us and in the direction Isaac had gone.

"I know that." Derek responded, almost, almost sounding guilty. "Now get in the car and help us."

"No. I have a better idea. I'm going to call a lawyer, because a lawyer actually has a better chance to get him out before the moon goes up!"

Stepping out of the car, I took long strides to Scott, "Not when they see his house they won't. What the cops are looking for is motive, and in that house of horrors, there's plenty of motive for Isaac killing his father, now, get in the damn car and help me or else, McCall." I was practically screaming once I finished talking, the age in my body bubbling over. He just stared at me. He knew I was right and had never seen me raise my voice before, hell, he's barely heard me speak more than two sentences before, but I knew I got him. Nodding dumbly, Scott made his way to the car, sending Derek a nasty look.

We drove off, making our way to the Lahey residence in silence. I wasn't interested in having strangers in my best friend's house and uncovering his secrets. I couldn't help but think to what Isaac would think having people he didn't trust seeing what he had gone through since his mother died. Isaac was closed off, he barely told me what was happening to him until we were 15, last year. Six years of not knowing what was happening to my best friend and now Scott and Derek are going to waltz right in and figure it all out.

Walking into the familiar household, I stayed behind them, not uttering a word. I felt a pang in my heart as they opened up the basement door, Scott descending the steps. I could feel the fear that was held in this room; I could see the scratches on the floor that lead to the old ice chest. I held my breath, watching Scott open it, revealing dried blood and countless scratch marks that littered the walls. I hardly heard a thing they were saying until Scott called Isaac an idiot.

"Don't. Just because you didn't ask for this, doesn't mean other people are going to follow suit. I will be the first to admit I wish Isaac chose a different path, but guess what, he didn't. But tell me Scott, if you were locked in a freezer, beaten every day, if you had to walk on eggshells around the one person who was supposed to be your helper, the one person who was supposed to love you and you were handed this chance on a silver platter, you wouldn't take it? All he wanted was to be strong, to not live in fear all the time. You never met Mr. Lahey, but let me tell you, that icebox is nothing compared to Mr. Lahey's wrath." I felt the tears that had pooled in my eyes spill over.

Looking at me with pity in his eyes, Scott apologized. I probably looked pathetic, standing in a corner, trying not to think about how scary it would have been to have to stay in that icebox for hours on end, how this was the reason why Isaac was so afraid of other people.

Derek began to scold Scott on dating the Argent, telling him how Derek could train him, but Scott's main concern was Allison, as usual. Derek pulled me along up the stairs with him when Scott told us he'd help us get Isaac out because he was innocent. That comment alone made me less angry at Scott's tunnel vision. We left Scott at the Lahey residence, the full moon starting to get to him. He told us he would be fine, that Allison would come help him.

Of course, Scott told us to meet Stiles, his partner in crime, at the police station, that he would know what to do and we could formulate a plan all together to get Isaac out. Once there, Derek and I jumped in his beat up jeep, Stiles informing us that there was a man working for the Argents who was dressed up as a police officer with a syringe filled with wolf's bane, ready to plunge it in Isaac.

"Okay, the keys to every cell are in an a password protected lockbox in my father's office," Stiles started, "problem is, getting past the front desk."

Derek began to get out of the car saying, "Well, I'll distract her."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, you? You're not going in there." I couldn't help but laugh at Derek looked like he was going to rip Stile's head off if he didn't remove the hand that was clutching Derek's upper arm. "I'm taking my hand off."

"I was exonerated." Derek stated.

Being Stiles, he wanted to argue. "You're still a person of interest."

"Yeah, an innocent person." I couldn't listen to any more of their bickering, so I slipped out of the car, making my way to the door, waiting for the boys to stop talking. Finishing their conversation, Stiles made his way over to me as Derek made his way inside. Following after him, Stiles made a sly comment about how sour he was.

Once inside, Stiles rolled his eyes about three times in the ten seconds Derek began to woo the officer posted at the desk, making it easy for us to slip in his dad's office to get the keys that were mysteriously missing.

Running out the hall, Stiles and I ran down the hallway, looking left and right, finally running into what appeared to be the Argent worker, with an arrow plunged into this thigh, who managed to get Stiles in a hold. He tried to get ahold of me, too, but I ducked under his arms, running into the small nook where the cells were. I stopped dead in my tracks seeing all the cells empty. I could hear the fire alarm going off and someone run into me form behind. Turning around, it was the Argent worker, looking just as confused as I was.

Out of nowhere, he was knocked over onto the desk that sat on the left hand side of the room, a loud growling coming from his attacker. I instantly fell on my ass next to Stiles, recognizing the mop of curly light brown hair grab the man by his shirt and drag him across the room. The wolf version of Isaac bashed the officer's head into the wall, making him drop the syringe he was going to use. He turned around just as Derek walked in, crushing the syringe with his foot as Isaac spotted Stiles and me in the corner, cowering in fear. He started towards us, in his eyes was nothing but blind rage.

"Isaac, don't. It's me, Shelby!" I screamed, feeling my heart pounding so fast I thought it would explode. I tried to move back as far as I could, but my back was already flush to the wall. Just was he took a step closer, Derek's eyes turned a deep, blood red, his fangs protruding out followed by a loud growl. In an instant, Isaac was on the floor with his arm trying to cover his face, small whimpers escaping his lips. Even though he wanted to kill me a second before, I felt bad. But I was still scared after seeing my best friend turn for the first time.

Sighing in relief, Stiles asked, "How did you do that?"

"I'm the alpha. Shelby, help me take Isaac out of here." Derek said, looking over his shoulder at the two of us. I crawled over to Isaac, my whole body shaking, who was still looking up at Derek in fear, sweat rolling down his temples. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, guiding him to the back of the building and into the back seat of Derek's car, his body curled into my chest the whole ride town to the abandoned train station.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, clutching my shirt, face nuzzling my neck. "I'm so sorry, Shel. Please don't be mad at me." I didn't say anything; only nodding in response, knowing it wasn't his fault.


A.N./ I hope everyone is having a happy Thanksgiving! I personally love apple pie so everyone eat some yummy apple pie for me. Also thank you to those who have already followed and favorited this story! Also, if you want, please leave me a comment if you like this so far!