30 minutes earlier...


The drive from the airport for Isaac Lahey was not a very comfortable one. Okay, so he got home from France. That's a great thing, but Beacon Hills really depressed him. It was the place where a lot of things had happened, good things like becoming a werewolf and dating Allison. Then there were bad things like his father and Allison, you know, dying.

Isaac drummed his fingers on the steering wheel as he pulled up to the stoplight. He felt a little annoyed, mostly because Derek wasn't picking up his phone. That sucked, because the only place he could crash at was Derek's since his father died. His first thought was that there was something wrong, but why would there be? But knowing Scott's pack (which he may or not be a part of), they could get into trouble. Stiles would make some smart comment, Scott would worry about everyone, Derek would give death glares and he… well he would suggest murder. A lot, actually.

At the red light, Isaac pulled his phone out of his pocket and tried to call Derek again. This time, much to his surprise, Derek picked up.

"Derek?"

"Isaac! Glad to hear from you. Listen, we're kind of busy at the moment."

Isaac swore he heard the screech of tires and a faint female voice yelling from very colorful words.

"Is something wrong?"

"We found Stiles. Scott's pack is in danger, especially Malia."

"Stiles was missing? Who's Malia?"

There was a brief moment of static over the phone.

"Hello? Derek? Hello?"

"ZZZZZZ…Z. .z.z.z Isaac-ZZZzzzz Deaton at the vet office-ZzzzzZZZZzzzZZZZzz. Now!"

The call suddenly dropped.

As did Isaac's heart, all the way down into his stomach. Something was defiantly wrong. Sure, he had had problems with calling before (after all, he was in France and a poor high schooler), but never like this. A car honked their horn behind him and he looked up, startled at the green light. He was only a few minutes away from the vet? Should he go?

Yes.

He urged his car forwards and headed down the road the Deaton's office. Something big had happened when Isaac was away. But what, he didn't know?

He was so distracted in his thoughts, that he almost missed a kid standing in the middle of the road. He wasn't standing, per say, but more hunched over in a seemingly plight of pain. Isaac stopped the car with a jolt a few feet in front of the kid, and didn't move. He probably would have just called the cops and moved on, except for the little fact of the kid's eyes, glowing and bright yellow.

He was a werewolf.

"Well, shit." Isaac muttered, unbuckling his seat belt and hopping out of the car. He went over to the kid.

"Hey!" he called out. The kid, a tan fellow with blonde-ish hair looked up helplessly at Isaac.

"GEt oUt OF hErE."

Isaac felt his skin crawl. It wasn't like a normal transformation of a werewolf, this kid, he sounded like he was in a lot of pain, like he was trying to push back a breaking dam.

"I can help. Get in." Issac said. The kid looked doubtful, but then Issac willed his inner wolf out, into his eyes, a bright gold.

All Isaac knew was that it was going to be a long day.

Once he had situated the kid in his front passenger seat, Isaac took off again like a storm. Normally he wouldn't have helped like this, after all he was known from being the most callous of the pack from Beacon Hills, but after Allison died, it felt like a little bit of him died with her, and perhaps that little bit allowed him to be a bit more willing to help without any personal gain involved.

"Hey, what's your name?" Isaac asked, trying to keep his voice steady, a voice that the kid could focus on.

"Liam." It came out as barely a whisper. Isaac could tell the kid was seconds away from going wolf, and in his new car, too.

There was a light noise at first, a sudden rain dripping from the cloudy gray skies, but as Isaac moved closer to the vet's office, it got harder and harder, and much winder too.

"Okay Liam, how long have you been a werewolf?' Isaac asked, trying to get him to focus on something.

"Little under a year." This time it was a bit louder, more assured. Liam make a noise in his throat, and Isaac expected to have the roof torn off of his car, but then he realized that the kid, Liam, had used his nails and dug them, impaled them, into his right arm using his left hand.

"Hey we're almost to someone who can help." Isaac said. They were very close now; he could see it from the road on his right side.

Liam didn't say anything, but simply nodded. Isaac practically barreled into the parking, and noticed at once the broken glass windows and door, and Derek's sleek black car outside of the office. The rain had disappeared just a quickly as it had shown up.

"Stay here." Isaac ordered Liam, who didn't look like he was too eager to be going anywhere. Isaac stepped out of the car, and it suddenly hit him about how crazy this all was. He had a baby wolf in his car and was about to head into the office where his dead girlfriend's ex-lover and pack were.

Good day for him.

Putting his hands in his jacket pockets (it was black, his favorite color. He had been chilly the plane ride home and hadn't taken it off) and made his way in an awkward light jog to the door.

He opened it and walked inside, his shoes crunching on broken glass. He looked at the destroyed room with vague interest, then at the people in the room. There was an Asian chick with a sword strapped to her back pulling herself off the floor next to Scott. There was also another girl whom he didn't recognize, tan skin with brown hair leaning over what looked like a dead body on a metal table. The Sheriff was there as well, as was Derek and Deaton, who looked as stone cold as usual.

"Who the hell did you guys piss off?"

Lydia, who was still on the floor, had an uncanny amount of crimson blood on her face and in her eyes, which she wiped away to get a good look at Isaac

"Isaac?"


Okay so that's as far as I'm going for this one. Anymore and it'll get more shitty then it is now. So tell me what you think, I guess. The next chapter will continue with the story line. Hope to see you there,

As usual, have a good one and thanks for reading. *bows*

Peace and Mist,

Rlb190