"Is this the reason you made a pack?" Heather continued as she nodded towards her niece's closet, "To get rid of the people who have been threatening you?"
"I thought they were already gone, Heather. If I didn't I wouldn't have let Isaac get close to a human girl."
"Oh I'm sure. Because your number one care is a human's life. Right?"
"That wasn't my fault!"
"But you didn't stop it did you!" Heather was in front of Derek now. The kids watched the two stunned and confused.
"So.. I'm guessing you two know each other?" Stiles whispered.
"We used to be friends," Heather answered, "A long time ago. Before your mother died."
"How come I haven't heard of you then?" Cora spoke up.
"You have. She was one of our emissaries."
"Wait what? Like Dr. Deaton?" Scott stood this time.
"That's exactly why we came back to Beacon Hills, Ophylia. Because he needed help."
"Whoa wait a second, so you knew about the wolves? You couldn't have warned me?"
"I didn't know how much Stiles knew. I didn't know how close they were with Derek. If I did I would have warned you about it all."
"So what do we do now?" Stiles voice shook, "How do we keep Ophylia safe?"
"These people aren't easy to fight. Chances are, we won't be able to keep her safe," Heather mumbled, turning her back on the kids, "Chances are, she's completely screwed."
"No, there has to be a way," Isaac held Ophylia's hand a little tighter, "Derek has a pack now. We're stronger. We can stop them."
"Tell them why they can't, Derek."
"Because the people who are here, and the ones that I found out earlier are heading our way, they're all well-known for being dangerous. This one is a pack, just one alpha. But he's strong. And we have to prepare for an alpha pack that's going to find its way here soon."
"So keeping Ophylia safe isn't your number one priority now, is it," Heather crossed her arms over her chest and looked to Derek.
"I have to protect my pack, Heather."
"She is part of your pack, Derek."
"How?"
"Because you and I both know that she's probably going to be one of your emissaries. Stiles as well."
"I'm trying to avoid that. I'd rather not have more humans to protect."
"You will be nothing without them, Derek. Humans take a step back from it all. Their minds aren't clouded with the thoughts of a curse. They're more knowledgable than you could imagine."
"These two kids, knowledgable? Yah right," Derek scoffed, "That'll be the day."
"Stiles has known more than you have. He's pieced together a lot of the cases for his dad before you had a chance to figure it out. And you would not believe what I've taught Ophylia while we were away from here."
"Uh, guys," Isaac said, his arm wrapping a little more protectively around Ophylia.
"They're just kids!"
"So is the pack you decided to make, Derek. But you still made one!"
"Because werewolves are stronger at a younger age. It was the logical thing!"
"Guys," Isaac spoke up again. Ophylia's heart was beating faster and her breathing was becoming shallow. Stiles held onto her other half, looking at her face.
"She's having a panic attack," He whispered.
"Guys!" Isaac screamed. Both adults quieted only to hear the small girl's shallow breathes as she gasped for air. She grew light-headed and fell forward only for Stiles to catch her.
"It's okay, sh, it's okay Ophee," He whispered as he sat her on her bed. Cora and Scott moved away to give her some room, "It's okay. Just calm down."
"Can't. Need," Ophylia tried to take deep breaths but continued to fail, "I need. Inhaler."
"Where's her inhaler Heather," Stiles turned to the blonde woman.
"I don't know. She always keeps it with her."
"Isaac check her bag," Stiles was crouched in front of her, his hands pushing her hair out of her face as he tried to hold her head up," Keep looking at me Ophee. It'll be fine."
Isaac looked through her bag but found nothing, "It's not in here Stiles."
"Dammit, Heather where's the extra one!"
Heather looked to Stiles with complete and total worry, "I don't know."
"Some aunt you are! You can't even get this right. I will never understand why mom trusted her with you!"
Stiles picked up Ophylia and yelled for Isaac to follow, "Turn on the cold water."
He did as told and Stiles climbed into the shower, gently placing Ophylia down under the running water and sitting in front of her, keeping her hair out of her eyes and rubbing her upper arms to sooth her.
"Better?" He whispered as Isaac and Scott watched them.
She nodded. Her breathing was starting to grow normal again and she finally leaned forward to rest her head on his shoulder, "Sorry. It hasn't happened in a while."
"It's fine. Do you know where your inhaler is? So we can have it on hand just in case?"
She shook her head, "I thought it was in my bag. Do you think they took that?"
"Why the hell would they take an inhaler of all things?" Isaac asked.
"Maybe the alpha is hoping to crush you from the inside? If he knows of her then he knows of her importance to Stiles and Isaac," Heather replied.
"It doesn't explain how he knew she needed it," Derek added in, "Maybe it's just missing."
"I have an extra one at home. I'll bring it to school on monday, okay?" Scott smiled gently to Ophylia. She nodded in return mumbling a thank you.
"Now, if you two are done acting like idiots I'd like to actually figure out what to do here," Stiles stood, helping up the girl in front of him before walking out.
"There's some clothes in the studio still," Ophylia whispered to him as he wrapped a towel around her, "You can wear them."
"Cora, I hate to ask this of you but will you help her out?" Stiles asked, his tone all but friendly to the werewolf girl.
"Do I have a choice?" She put a hand on Ophylia's shoulder and led her back to her room. Isaac sat in front of the door while Cora helped Ophylia get out of her clothes and into some dry ones.
"Thank you, Cora," She whispered, "I'm still pretty light-headed. It was nice of you to help me."
"You made sure I didn't have to help with the weird parts of dressing you so I'm perfectly okay with it."
Ophylia laughed, "It'd be weird if I asked you to, yah. But thank you."
"No problem," Cora actually smiled to the girl before they opened the door. Isaac jumped up and looked her over, "Are you okay?"
"Yes, she is. It's not like I bite or anything. Not intentionally anyways," Cora walked passed Isaac and down the stairs into the living room.
"Sorry for worrying you," Ophylia smiled a little to Isaac, "It's not every day you have people tell you you'll be left to die."
"That's not how it's going to happen. We'll figure out a way," Isaac kissed her cheek and helped her down the stairs. The rest of them were sitting around the coffee table arguing. They all got quiet when Ophylia walked in. None of them wanted a repeat of what just happened.
Something was tugging on the wolf packs' minds though: What Stiles had said to Heather when she didn't know where the inhaler was. It didn't make sense to any of them and all of them wanted to know the answer. But if no one had told them yet it was obvious they weren't going to find out easily.