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Chapter 11: Change

For a long moment Isaac is completely overwhelmed by the palpable scent of fear and three pounding heartbeats slamming into his eardrums. But Scott's heartbeat is as calm as his voice as he instructs everyone not to move. He's listening, Isaac figures, for movement outside of the cabin. They can't stay where they are, the living room is surrounded my large windows that look out at the lake and the woods, its vulnerable here, it's easy to aim and target them the longer they sit unmoving.

He knows Scott is trying to concentrate but he's starting to feel antsy, while the wolves in the room can take a few arrows sans wolfsbane, the three humans can't. "Scott." He waits but he says nothing. "Scott, we need to move. We're sitting ducks in here." He whispers.

He can see the contemplation on Scott's face, his eyes easily adjusting in the dark. He stands and motions for him to follow, grabbing onto Allison's wrist and pulling her to where Stiles and Lydia are. There's a faint glow in the room from the moon outside but it's not much help, Stiles trips over the leg of the coffee table and Scott's arm shoots out to balance him.

"Have I mentioned how uncoordinated I am when the lights are on? Ally won't have a chance to shoot an arrow into me; I'm going to die from tripping over a coffee table."

"Shh!" Isaac snaps, his ears picking up on movement at the back and front door. "Scott."

"I hear it," He confirms. "There's only two of them but…if we don't have any weapons—"

Isaac understands where Scott is going with this. Two werewolves up against mediocre, at best, hunters is one thing. They can probably take them, wolfsbane dipped arrows or not. But they have three other people to worry about and while Isaac might be the target he doesn't want to think about any one of them becoming collateral damage.

"I brought my portable crossbow." Allison interrupts, shrugging her one shoulder. "It fit in my bag and I mean you never know when you might need it..." She trails off, like she honestly doesn't have to explain herself.

She moves to go towards the stairs but Isaac's grip is firm on her arm. "We're not splitting up."

"Well we can't stay here." Stiles squeaks as the back door is forced open with a firm kick.

They all make a run for the steps as a solid gunshot from a shotgun echoes throughout the living room. Isaac can tell by not turning around and listening to the weight of the footsteps that it's Charlie and by the time Allison and Lydia make it halfway up the stairs the front door swings open to reveal Ally with a similar looking rifle.

It's probably the same one she almost shot at him in the woods that day but he barely has time to dwell because she's aiming and firing. Lydia screams as the blast hits the top of the banister, shattering the wood and Scott and Isaac rush to hurry everyone up the stairs before more rounds can go off. Stiles trips on the last step and he hurries to pick him up under his shoulders from behind as another gunshot zips through the air, this time hitting the ceiling and making his ears ring. He's not sure if the shots are off because Ally and Charlie are novice hunters or because they're trying to scare them.

The agreement to stick together is silently broken as everyone reaches the landing to the second floor and splits to head in different directions to hide. Isaac doesn't know where everyone goes but he can guess that Stiles is protecting Lydia and Allison has sprinted to go to her room to get her crossbow. Isaac is about to turn around and face Charlie and Ally head on but Scott grabs his arm, hard enough to pull his shoulder from his socket, and ducks into a storage closet near their room.

The door quietly closes and the shorter presses him against the wood, his body easily crowding Isaac's regardless of the height he has on him. "What are you doing? Let me go."

"No," Scott snaps in a hushed whisper. "What's wrong with you? You think they're against putting wolfsbane in their bullets?"

"They just want me," He argues, his tone just as quiet. "They were willing to shoot at our very human friends, they don't care who they have to go through to get their werewolf."

"No." Scott hisses and Isaac shivers at the command in his voice, his body instantly wanting to buckle at the alpha's order. "I'm not letting you go out there on a suicide mission. Forget it."

Isaac's about say that he doesn't have a choice in his decision but Scott's hand slams over his mouth so fast that he can almost taste the saltiness of his skin as his palm meshes with his lips. He hears it now, the two heartbeats and gentle footsteps as they ascend the stairs. He breathes out, slow and even, trying to listen to see where they're going and what they're trying to do. He just hopes everyone else is safe…he's not sure how he's going to be able to handle if someone gets hurt because Charlie and Ally are looking for him. And only him. Why is it that Scott's allowed to be self sacrificing but the moment someone else wants to he demands that they don't? He understands the other wolf is only trying to protect him but…what else can they do?

"Isaac!" Ally yells, her voice shattering in his ears like glass. "Look, if you come out now we won't have to hurt your friends."

Isaac gives Scott a pointed look but the other shakes his head, leaning closer (like that's even possible at this point) and whispers in his ear. "Our human friends can take care of themselves, they've been through worse." He points out and wow, now is really not the time for him to be thinking about how close his body is to Scott's and how they are practically pressed together everywhere.

They're walking slowly down the hall, they haven't quite made it to where he and Scott are but they're close enough to make out their words without his heightened hearing.

"Are you sure this is what we have to do?" Ally asks and her voice sounds weaker than when she called Isaac out; unsure.

He tries his hardest to focus on what they're saying because he's noticed that the room they're in, while tiny, has become noticeably smaller to him in the past three minutes. And while it's not the best time for him to be thinking with his dick it's also not a prime time for his claustrophobia to sink in either.

"Not going soft on me are you?" Charlie asks and he stops walking.

Isaac squirms in his grasp and Scott seems to understand that he's not trying to get away anymore to do something stupid but because he's feeling cramped. His hand falls from his mouth and he backs up as much as he can, which is only one step back. Isaac can still feel the heat from his body and between that and the dark it's damn near suffocating. He tries to concentrate on the steady breathing of the boy in front of him but his heartbeat is skyrocketing and the air is leaving his lungs faster than he can take it in and he's starting to panic.

"You're okay." Scott says, his voice loud enough that only Isaac can pick it up with his heightened hearing.

He shakes his head because no, no he's definitely not okay. He's getting flashbacks to being stuck in the closet with Allison at school and the way he felt in the jeep on their way up to the cabin. The way he felt locked in that freezer, his limbs aching with trying to free himself to breathe. His chest hurts, his lungs ache and he feebly runs his hands through his hair as he tries to control himself from wolfing out.

"I just mean," Ally sighs, his hearing is so sharpened that he can pick up on the way she sucks on her lower lip a moment as she thinks. "I don't think terrorizing them is necessary."

Charlie goes from calm to really fucking angry in three seconds flat, Isaac sort of understands that turn around, seeing as how he went from okay to freaking out in same short amount of time.

"Necessary?" He hisses and he can hear Ally's back bump into a wall as Charlie corners her. "Was it necessary that those things put our parents back into their car after they were finished chewing on them like toys?"

Isaac's eyes snap to Scott's and even in the dark the caramel color bleeds with comprehension. His eyes flash yellow as his breathing becomes more audible, a distinct panting as he tries take in as much air as he can even though it feels like someone is kneeling on his windpipe. Scott shakes his head and moves closer, crowding his space again, touching his arms gently to prevent him from slashing out at him as his claws grow.

He needs to calm down because if someone walks past the closet door they're going to easily hear him.

"Listen to me," Scott says into his ear, picking up his hand to press against his chest. "Shh, Isaac. You're okay, close your eyes and focus on my breathing."

Isaac nods his head and does what he's told, trying to commit Scott's even breathing to his memory. He copies it, lets a slow breath in and out. It takes a few times but he finally gets the hang of it, his body slumping against Scott's slightly from effort. The other wraps his arms around him, rubbing his back as Isaac's face finds solace in the crook of his neck. He feels better, calmer, but he still needs to get out of there.

"Where's your anger at, Ally?" Charlie spits and his weight is lifted off of her body, Isaac can smell her relief but there's still an overpowering amount of fear that makes the hair on his arms stand on end. "Don't you care about what happened to mom and dad?"

He lifts his head from Scott's neck, the other boy calmly massaging his sides absentmindedly as they continue to listen, the actions of his hands helping to calm his nerves.

Isaac swallows thickly as he listens to Ally's breathing, it's labored and heavy like his was moments before. That pain is evident in her voice again and it feels like a hot poker sliding right into his chest cavity.

"I do care!" She exclaims, it's obvious that she sounds insulted about what her brother is insinuating.

"Then prove it." He cocks his gun. "Stop acting like this is the first time you've killed a werewolf."

Isaac swallows, shaking his head as he finds Scott's eyes in the dark. They've done this before, though he guesses that it's rather obvious now that he thinks about it since they know enough about wolfsbane to probably soak some of their arrows or load their bullets with it. The twin footsteps disappear down the hall but Isaac listens through the door for a few long moments after to make sure they're gone.

"So they're going after any werewolves they can get." Scott mutters.

Isaac nods softly and looks down. "I don't think they ever caught the werewolf who killed their parents," He remembers Ally's anger when talking about the 'driver' and realizes she was actually talking about a wolf. Same story, same loss, different characters. "They're just filling the void."

"They're killing innocent werewolves and they don't care who they have to hurt to do it." Scott corrects, running his hand through his hair.

Isaac knows he's right, of course, but he doesn't know what they're supposed to do about them. "We can't…" He leans back against the door. "I mean, we're not going to kill them right?"

The other shakes his head no; if anyone's willing to come up with an alternative plan its Scott. "Doing this can't be something their parents would have wanted…and it's not going to make anything better or bring them back."

He licks his lips, slowly turning the knob of the closet door. "And if talking to them doesn't work?"

The silence from Scott is deafening and it ironically answers his question even though he'd give anything for a different response. One doesn't come however; he just nods his head towards the door and says, "Let's find the others."

0o0o0o0o0

They're out of the storage room for ten seconds before he hears a guttural scream and the sharp hint of blood fills his nostrils. He doesn't recognize the scent so that luckily means it's not anyone he knows but the smell still turns his stomach. He runs down the winding hallway with Scott in the direction of the noise and Allison rams into them as she stumbles out of her room.

"Run!" She squeaks, tugging on both of their arms as Ally appears in the doorway, her gun raised.

Isaac manages to connect eyes with her in the briefest of seconds, and even there, stuck in those moments of time she looks different to him. The light of the moon and stars coming in from the windows warp her face, gives her shadows across the pretty smile lines and the bright green eyes that he saw down at the lake. She looks lost and scared, her fingers are shaking as she pulls the trigger and—

"Isaac." Scott yells, yanking him out of the blast's way and the pellets hit the wall where his head had just been moments before. His mouth falls open as he's dragged down the hall, Ally running and shooting on their heels.

Scott tells Allison to run to her right, into the bedroom and Isaac takes a strong breath into his chest, picking up hints of Lydia's perfume and Stiles' fear. They barrel into the room and slam the door closed, ducking when a buckshot shatters the wood near the doorknob.

"Put something in front of it!" Allison shouts, Stiles and Lydia coming out of the conjoined bathroom at the sound of their friends.

Scott and Isaac quickly move the dresser in front of the door, waiting a moment and backing away slowly, trying to listen through the layers of wood as to what Ally is doing. She stands there for a long time, breathing heavily, her heart pounding wildly minute by minute until she moves back down the hall.

Scott turns to look at the group, running his hand over his face. "Everyone okay?"

Stiles lets out a large breath, putting his hands on his knees and bending at his waist a little. "Thank God you guys are here…you know Lydia was getting antsy in there, it was embarrassing."

Lydia crosses her arms over her chest and scoffs. "If by me getting antsy you mean you panicking and stepping on and scuffing my designer boots countless times then yes."

"I smelled blood back there," Isaac looks at Allison. "Did you shoot someone?"

She nods and smiles softly, obviously proud of her aim. Her crossbow is still hanging loosely in her fingers and she taps it against his leg. "Charlie opened the closet where I was hiding and was greeted with an arrow. I'm not sure where I got him, I think I managed to knick his shoulder, but it was enough to make him scream and drop his gun."

"Ally probably went back to help him, if he's hurt bad enough she'll need to get him out of here and bandage him up." Lydia offers, like that'll give them time to come up with something.

"We need to get out of here." Allison mutters, looking towards the dresser that's in front of the door.

Isaac pulls away from the group to look out the window near the bed as Stiles replies, "The front door is on the other side of the house, not to mention the jeep."

"We're not leaving." Scott says and Stiles' eyes nearly pop out of his goddamn head.

"What do you mean we're not leaving?" The exasperation is very clear in his voice. "There are two people, with guns by the way, who are hunting your boyfriend…oh, and not to mention, shooting whatever is in their path!" Stiles' voice gets louder on every word and by the time he's finished he's nearly yelling towards his best friend.

Scott's heartbeat stays calm and steady, he has no idea how he gathers up the patience, something Isaac seriously admires him for. "We can't just leave without trying to talk to them first. Isaac and I overheard them talking, this isn't the first time they've done something like this."

"I am not sticking around for some twisted remake of Cabin in the Woods, McCall."

He sighs, watching the banter before he steps closer and waves an arm through the tension mounting between the two of them. "Scott's right okay? If we leave it doesn't mean that they're not going to go after other innocent werewolves. We don't have time for this right now, we have to go."

"And how do you suppose we do that curly wolf? You gonna walk right out the front door?" Stiles asks, crossing his arms over his chest and shooting him an indignant look.

He glares at him. "Window, asshat." He grabs his shirt around the back of his shoulders and lifts; it almost looks like a twisted version of a cat picking up a kitten by its neck with its mouth. "And don't call me that."

Stiles squirms in his grasp and tries to swat at Isaac but it's to no avail. He finally drops him when they get to the window and he fixes his shirt with an off-putting expression. "Living with Derek has done a serious number to your manners."

Scott, Lydia and Allison approach the window as he opens it, sticking his head out to listen and make sure Ally or Charlie are no where around. No breathing, no heartbeats other than the four people behind him. They should be safe to make it down the side of the house.

"Where can we go Stiles?"

"You mean other than to the jeep and the hell out of here?" He snaps and Isaac sees a flitter of frustration cross Scott's eyes. He groans and runs a hand over his face before glancing out the window at the lake. "There's a boat house between those trees," He points. "There. It's not a fortress or anything but it's kind of hard to find unless you know it's there."

Isaac nods, volunteering to go first and wraps his long fingers along the windowsill as he looks down at the grass below him. He and Scott can make that jump but he's not sure how the others are going to make it there without seriously breaking some bones. There's a small landing to his left, just the right size for someone to stand on it and then lower themselves to the ground. Scott and Isaac will probably still have to help but at least no one has to jump.

He makes his way out first, jumping to his feet on the ground below. His reflexes are sharpened so his muscles and bones can easily take in the fall. The drop is short is but it never fails to course a jolt of excitement up his spine; the wind ruffling his curls as his fingers flex, shins preparing for impact before his toes dig into the dirt and grass.

He turns and motions for someone to head out next, watching as Lydia carefully moves her way out of the window and to the landing. She tries to sit before turning to lower herself down to the ground but she slips, her boot heel caught in her laces and a squeak leaves her lips as she falls. Isaac is quick to catch her, giving her a small squeeze as her heart pounds loudly in her chest. He sets her down, Allison making her way out next. She stands on the landing and actually does a front flip forward onto the grass beside them, her grounding balanced and poised. Lydia crosses her arms over her chest and mutters 'show off' as Stiles clumsily makes his way out of the window and jumps down to where they are…to only lose his footing and fall head over tin cups onto his ass.

Allison and Lydia are quick to help Stiles up as Scott jumps and joins them, moving quickly through the back woods towards the lake. Isaac doesn't notice it at first, Stiles is right; the boat house is a medium structure with dark paneled wood tucked between a surrounding of trees. With normal eyesight combined with the night sky it'd be very hard to pick out. The upkeep of the boat house doesn't compare to that of the cabin and as they get closer the sting of moss, mud, and rotting wood slams into his nostrils. He rubs his nose with the back of his wrist and glances over at Scott, who is also overwhelmed with the onslaught of scents, his nose scrunched at its bridge.

There's a padlock on the set of double doors and Stiles digs a set of keys out of his pocket, unlocking it and letting them all inside before quietly shutting things back up again.

The inside is just as unimpressive as the outside but it'll do for the short amount of time they need to figure out a decent plan. Stiles lets out a long breath of relief (well, not exactly relief, more like he's just glad no one is shooting at them anymore) before sliding down the doors to sit against them, Lydia making a face about the state of the floor before doing the same.

Isaac slowly walks along the right side of the room, his fingers trailing along random boat parts that are rusted over and caked with dust. He licks his lips as he hesitates at a work station, a picture frame hanging above the desk. It's clear that Mr. Stilinski hasn't been in here for quite some time, he doesn't even remember seeing a boat near the dock or boat house. There's a few boxes scattered around them, broken chairs, tools, odds and ends that tell him this place has become a storage room and not much else.

He reaches up and runs his thumb down the center of the picture, removing a layer of dirt and grime. He tilts his head, lets his eyes adjust to the small amount of light present through the windows and smiles softly at Mr. Stilinski holding a four, maybe five year old Stiles in his arms. He's bending forward and holding him upside down and Isaac thinks that Stiles was probably making some sort of monkey noises at the time, making whoever took the picture laugh. Most likely his mother. He looks over to Scott who comes up beside him, taking the picture down off the wall and blowing the dust off of it.

"They look so happy." Scott mutters, smiling gently at the photo like it might snap between his fingers.

It's not that Stiles and his dad aren't happy now but he understands what he means; that they were probably at one of their happiest moments when this photo was taken, when Stiles' mom was still alive to see the smiles on her husband and son's faces. Family is just one of those things Isaac thinks people take for granted; that foundation and security, that love and warmth, things you depend on to just be there as long as you are. But Isaac knows better than anyone that things can change, in ways you never expect them to. Mothers can die and fathers can leave or become monsters. Ally and Charlie's family, all four of them, were probably as happy as the photo of Stiles and his father at one point.

Change is a scary thing because it happens all too suddenly and usually when least expected.

Isaac sighs, watching Scott put the picture back where he found it, turning to lean against the desk and making the whole damn structure creak. It's not even like he weighs that much, his tall frame lanky and he's all long limbs, but the noises make him think otherwise and he makes a face before standing back up. Scott smirks and tilts his head to where there's another space for them to sit on the other side of the boat house, the two of them sliding down the wall as Allison stands next to Lydia and looks out the window cautiously.

He can tell Scott wants to talk to him from the moment he settles into his seat, his knees slightly bent towards his chest. The other's heart skips in an upbeat thumpthumpthump as his shoulder presses into Isaac's. He knows an 'I'm sorry' is about to leave the other's lips, because that's just how Scott is. The guilt is always plain on his face like the words he wants to say are printed and typed onto his skin. He's not sure if he wants an apology, however, because while that might make the other feel better he doesn't want to deal with the fact that he's probably sorry for how he put that he didn't want to be with him anymore but he still meant what he said.

"Stiles called you my boyfriend back there."

He blinks, turning his head to look at him. He had been aware of the slip of tongue but he wasn't so sure that Scott had caught it. Apparently he had. He clears his throat and shrugs his shoulder.

"Yeah, you know Stiles, always saying everything a million miles an hour. Probably didn't mean it." He tries to put the other at ease that it doesn't mean anything, because the last time Stiles muttered that they were boyfriends they had a long talk outside of a convenience store about Scott's priorities.

And that's not something he really wants to talk about again.

"Right," Scott says softly, moving to rub the back of his neck. "Well, what if I wanted him to mean it."

Something like a hot poker surges through his chest and dips lower into his stomach, lighting his bones and muscles on fire. It feels a lot like hope and he doesn't want to acknowledge it unless he has to. Isaac and hope don't get along well, they're not friends and the feeling barely sticks around for him to get used to it.

"Scott…" He trails off because no, he doesn't have to do this but Scott cuts him off.

"I'm sorry," He blurts out, making Isaac's mouth snap shut. "I'm sorry about what I said before in the living room."

Isaac sighs and shakes his head, closing his eyes for a moment. "You don't have to feel bad about bruising my ego." Or his heart, he really means his heart but the organ thinks it's best to not even mention it.

"I don't, I mean…I do," He corrects when Isaac gives him a skeptical look because he can smell it on him. "But that's not what I was talking about."

He smiles slowly, the expression odd on his face. "Then what are you talking about?"

Scott blushes, the tiniest bit of pink staining his cheekbones. It's honestly insulting because of how distractingly pretty it is and he swallows the urge to cup his face and run his thumb over it.

"You were right, putting distance between the two of us doesn't mean you won't get hurt and it doesn't mean that I can prevent it from happening, either." His eyes rake over Isaac's face, like he's trying to commit it to memory. The sort of scrutiny would make him uncomfortable if it weren't for Scott's soft brown eyes and the warmth they emulate.

There's a beat of silence between them before he continues, his fingers tapping along with his heartbeat against his folded knees. "I'm just. I'm sorry and I'm not going anywhere," The words are familiar, they bleed into his skin, the same as when he heard them in Deaton's office but somehow different now. Weighted with more implications, more meaning. "At least not without someone who can make a decent cup of coffee."

Isaac smirks, can't help it, his stomach getting this warm sensation that goes down all the way to his feet and ricochets into his chest at the same time. "I think I saw a Lifetime movie end like this once." He teases, smiling slowly at Scott; apology accepted.

Scott grins even though the blush is hot enough on his cheeks to set something on fire. "Dude, shut up."

"No wait, I think I can hear music swell—" There's a broad smile plastered on his face when Scott cuts him off with a kiss, his lips buckling a moment later to reciprocate.

This kiss is slow and soft, it's gentle and doesn't hint that it's supposed to be anything more than Scott meaning what he says and saying what he means. They only pull apart when Stiles clears his throat from across the room and mutters something under his breath that sounds a lot like, 'honestly, now is the time you two choose to make up? Just added two more problems to the never ending list of people wanting to kill us but hey, no big deal…same shit, different day' but there's a hint of a smile on his lips.

Isaac rolls his eyes and licks his lips, turning to Scott to talk about what they plan on doing about Charlie and Ally. "I think I can get through to Ally, if we can separate her from her brother, I think I can convince her to do the right thing."

"Are you sure?" Scott asks, he doesn't sound entirely won over by the idea.

He guesses he doesn't exactly blame him, both of them have proven to be dangerous and it seems like they're not past hurting who they need to or who gets in their way so they can pursue unfinished business. But Isaac's not so sure that Ally wants to be any part of this, the look on her face and her shaking hands when she aimed her gun at him, her uncertain opinions in the hallway before her brother snapped at her, the conversation she had with him by the lake. He feels like he can tap into that part of her again, the part that reminds him of Erica, the ache and not necessarily the anger from loss that he relates to.

"Yeah," He nods slowly. "Yeah, I can do it." Isaac glances over at Lydia, Allison and Stiles by the door across the room, Stiles nose deep into his phone as he looks something up, the glow from the screen covering the three of them in a faint blue light. "What about them?" He asks, lowering his voice. "We can't take them with us."

"You think you're going to be able to convince them to stay put?"

"I'm not giving them a choice," Isaac states firmly. "While I'm glad all of them are willing to have my back when need be, most of them willing to without stabbing me while they're at it," He mentions pointedly; Scott not needing the reference for Allison, "I don't want the distraction. And I don't want anyone to get hurt."

He smiles softly, running his fingers through Isaac's curls. "Someone is starting to sound a little bit like me." Isaac smirks and just shakes his head; playfully swatting his hand away as Stiles approaches them both.

"Look what I found."

Isaac squints at his phone screen, trying to figure out what he's exactly looking at. The print is small but he can tell it's some sort of electronic newspaper clipping, there's a picture of a cabin that almost looks like it could be a cookie cut of the Stilinski one but its smaller framed and not near the lake. There's a woman standing amidst different flowers, vegetables and a small boy is holding onto her right leg with a wild smile on his face as she holds up what looks like a fair ribbon of some kind.

The caption under the picture reads: Mrs. Elissa Campbell holds up a third place ribbon for 'Most Diverse Selection of Plant Cultivation' as part of the 2006 California State fair.

"What exactly are we looking at?" Scott asks, just as confused as Isaac feels.

Stiles double taps on the screen, making it zoom in on the picture. He moves the frame to the right until a rooted plant is centered and Isaac tilts his head at it because…it looks familiar.

"That looks like…"

"It's Aconitum anthora." Stiles states, obviously proud he's identified and pronounced the words correctly. Lydia takes the wind out of his sails before he has a chance to explain to blank faces. "It's the scientific name for Yellow Monkshood or—" "Wolfsbane." Scott mutters. Stiles sighs. "Right, though ironically, this type of wolfsbane is also known as 'Healing Wolfsbane'…which I don't think Isaac would necessarily agree with." He smirks, gaining a murderous glare from the curly haired boy seated next to him. His smile fades and he clears his throat, continuing before he loses a limb…or his voicebox. He double clicks on the screen again so the picture unzooms on the Monkshood and Mrs. Campbell. "Apparently Mama Soup was quite the gardenista. You receive a MDPC ribbon for diverse plant life. She managed to uproot and grow plants whose native species usually grow in European mountains." "Ally and Charlie must have a stash of it leftover from their mother." Allison adds, sitting down next to Scott and setting her bow on her lap. Isaac recalls that day in the woods with her and while he doesn't remember any yellow plants, he wonders if Charlie or Ally had enough on their person for him to be affected like he was. "Do you guys even have a plan?" "We're going to talk to them." Isaac says, glancing around at the circle. Everyone is quiet a moment until Stiles snorts. "Right, because that always goes well."