Scott's P.O.V

It was around noon when the bell to the surgery rang. "Can you see who that is please, Scott?" I was moving towards the front when the dogs began going crazy. Barking and snarling sounded through the clinic and me and Dr. Deaton gave each other a weary look.

We both shuffled quietly to the reception to see, to our surprise, Isaac Lahey stood sheepishly on the other side of the Mountain Ash wood paneling. Dr. Deaton gave a small sigh.
"It's okay Isaac," Dr. Deaton said, opening the small conjoining gate for him to slip through. "There's room. We're just giving some medicine to Buddy over here,"

Isaac's face scrunched up as soon as he entered the room. I knew he was hit by the same overwhelming smell that filled my nostrils daily. He approached the dog and the scent got worse, making my stomach heave slightly. It was a foul, rotting smell. It was the smell of death.
"Why does it smell like that?" he asked, as he reached the dog and nearly gagged. I was used to it by now, Deaton had taught me how to shut it off but it had been almost unbearable when I'd be a newly made, inexperienced wolf. Me and Deaton exchanged a wistful laugh as the memory of when I'd asked a similar question came back.
"What?" Isaac said, baffled slightly, looking from face to face.
"Scott said almost the same thing to me a couple of months ago," the Vet replied and I nodded in agreement looking down at the weak, dying animal. "One day, somehow, he could just tell the difference between which animals were getting better and which….were not."

Isaac looked down at the dog and frowned solemnly "He's not getting better. Is he?" the Vet gave him a sad smile. "It's Cancer?"
"Osteosarcoma," he replied, running a sympathetic hand through the dog's curly, luscious coat. "Gives off a very specific scent, doesn't it?" the question was designed for me and I only nodded my reply. I was a Vet's assistant but I hated it when animals died.
Isaac had a sad but curious look on his face when Dr. Deaton said, "Come here."
"I'm sure you're well aware of what your abilities can do for you. Improve strength, speed, healing; ever wonder what it could do for others?"
Dr. Deaton looked straight at me and I knew what he was going to do next. He'd showed me only three months ago. It was a beautiful and terrible thing. "Give me your hand," hesitating slightly, Isaac wrapped his hand around the Vet's wrist. Dr. Deaton put his hand down, spreading the fingers across the dog's fur. The temperature in the room plummeted and the stench of decay died away as black liquid flowed from the dog and into Isaac pulsating through his veins, as he watched them, pulling his sleeve up to observe as the swelled before fading into nothing.
"What did I do?" he said in shock and awe, tearing forming in his eyes.
"You took his pain away," I replied with a slight smile creeping across my face. Isaac wasn't all bad. Not at all.
"Just a little," the Vet warned, "But a little can mean a lot to the dying."
Isaac smiled, speechless. It really was a moving experience, a deep connection I would never forget but I knew this wasn't the reason Isaac was here.

"I'll leave you two alone," Deaton said, picking Buddy up from the table and carrying him to the back room where they kept the kennels. Isaac waited until the Vet was out of earshot to respond. He paced until he was leaning against the veterinarian examining table that I'd almost broken my spine on in the fight the other day. Isaac ran a hand through his hair in a distracted way as I began to pack away the sedatives and other surgical tools.
"They're leaving," he finally sighed as I closed the harsh metallic door. "Tomorrow night. During the game."
"Why are you telling me?" I replied more than a little confused.
"I'm not telling, I'm asking. For your advice."
I frowned turning to him. This didn't sound like the Isaac I was used to. "Why?"
He sighed and rolled his shoulders. "Because I trust you."
"Why?"
"Because you always seem like you wanna do the right thing."
I paused and half turned to him. "Most of the time I have no idea what I'm doing….. Actually, I always have no idea what I'm doing."
"You wanna tell me what you're doing now?" I already knew the answer before the question could be properly finished.
"I'm not going anywhere if that's what you mean," I said, looking him straight in the eyes so he knew that this was a real and truthful answer. "I've got too many people that need me here."
Isaac stared at the floor when he answered. "Well, I guess I'm lucky because I don't have anyone so…"
I didn't really know how to respond so I just said. "You've got Lily."
He stopped dead in his tracks like he hadn't thought about her. Isaac's body seemed to go tense at her name. "She's better off without me."
"She loves you." Isaac didn't respond just began to sweep from the room. "Wait," I said, he turned to me. Isaac looked weary and exhausted, like he'd been up all night. A female scent clung to his body but I couldn't quite place it. "Are you going with them?"
Isaac seemed to contemplate this for a while. "Yeah," he finally said. "Yeah, I think I will. Good luck with the game, though."
I sighed; it was deep rattling sound that almost caused me pain. "Thanks, man but I'm not going either. I can't even think about playing some meaningless game right now."
"You weren't at practice last week were you?"
The question shocked me slightly, seeing as we'd gone from dramatic, to deep, to small talk all in just an hour. I looked up at him and frowned. "No, I wasn't, why?"
It was Isaac's turn to frown. "You didn't hear?"
I took an involuntary step forward. "Hear what?"
"Jackson was there."

Yeah, you see, that was the slap in the face. I thought I'd have more time to figure all this out with the Kanima, and me and Allison, then all the crap with Lily but this….. this was just perfect. "That mean's… the game. Tomorrow. He's-"
"Yeah," Isaac said, finishing my thoughts for me. "He's playing."

Lily's P.O.V

I had to leave early that morning. It was the party tonight and the big championship tomorrow which meant one hell of a lot of preparing. I tried to slither out of bed without making a sound but Isaac could sense a pin drop a mile away, so maybe he heard my internal restlessness. He pulled my au naturel body back into bed and I giggled as he traced the unique marks that covered my back. I sighed a relaxed against him. I could just lay in bed all day, wrapped in his embrace forever and just forget about the craziness of this entire new world I'd fallen into. This wasn't the only thing I'd fallen for. The allure of Isaac Lahey had proved even too much for me, the most benign girl in our entire school. I sighed and turned to face him. Even in the morning, with the dark circles under his oceanic eyes and bed hair he looked beautiful.
"You know," I said, wriggling away from him. "At some point, I will have to get up and check my phone."
It was true. When Isaac and I had been having a 'good' time last night my phone had been going crazy and I would probably be in deep shit seeing as I'd given a very lousy lie to my aunt. "No…." he moaned like a nine year old, putting a muscular arm around my chest lightly. "Do you have to?"
"Afraid so." I replied, picking up a stray blanket from the corner as I moderately slipped out of bed. "Avert your eyes!" I snapped as he stared at my bare anatomy. He laughed and just kept looking, slipping out of bed himself and pulling on underwear.
"I was just admiring," he replied innocently. Getting to his feet. I picked my stray underwear off the floor and failed trying to discretely put them on from underneath my blanket so I gave up. "You're the one how's flashing."
"You're fault not mine." I said as I finished applying the bare minimum of clothing I could. Isaac crept up behind me and pulled me to my feet, locking his mouth on mine. When he finally pulled away my eyes were still closed.
"Don't make me take all you're hard work off again, Anderson." I pushed him teasingly away and he growled, raising an eyebrow.
"You wish," I replied, failing to keep the smile out of my voice as I picked up my blanket and padded downstairs in my socks. I found my t-shirt and jeans next to the couch and pulled them on too in a darkened corner of the room, far from the window and prying eyes.

"Lily Anderson," Isaac said, strutting into the living room behind me and caressing my hips. "Will you go out with me?"
I paused and turned towards him, "Hmm…" I said trying to sound wistful as if I was contemplating saying no.
"If you say no, I'll rip your throat out," he growled, kissing me again and pulling me close by my belt loops.
"If you rip my throat out I'll tear your heart from your chest," I said, whispering the words directly into his ear. Isaac snarled at me but I only laughed at his display of the wolf. "Yes."

"Should we celebrate," he said teasingly at my consent. I wanted to. I wanted to so badly. But there was something creeping into my mind, something Isaac was hiding from me. I didn't push the subject because it was only a feeling but I did push him away.
"Sorry," I replied, forcing my eyes not to narrow. "But it's a busy day. There's the party and the game and….I'm sorry. I'll see you at eight. Yeah?"
He nodded and kissed me again. A slight brush of the lips that seemed almost disappointed but I knew I had to go. I removed my hand from my looped fingers and brushed past him. I opened the door and looked back giving a weak smile. Isaac didn't meet my eye.

Whilst on the way to the bus stop, I checked my phone surprisingly no calls from my aunt or Andrew but Delilah, Stiles and Michaela had all rung. Then I saw Olivia's number in my missed calls. I checked voice mail and listened to the recorded message.
"Hey, Lily," she sounded as if she'd been crying. "I just wanted to say….I'm sorry. I should- have never accused you of sleeping with Isaac and I didn't mean those things I said. I hope we can, move past it."
I had a twisting feeling of guilt creeping in the pit of my stomach. I hadn't been sleeping with Isaac then but I had just proved Olivia right. I texted her back on the bus.
I'm so sry 2. Call me.

Stiles's P.O.V

The party was big and brilliant as most of Danny's parties were. There were even some college kids; I realized looking around at the underage drinkers but that wasn't the biggest event of the party, no. Everybody in the room could not stop staring at the impossible couple. Lily and Isaac. Like me, they weren't exactly high in the social ladder but people were used to me by now. People weren't used to the newest couple.
"What the holy hell are they doing here?" by Lydia's voice, I could tell she was fuming. When I turned to her, I rolled my eyes at the spazzing teen. She was having a mini freak out just because two slightly unpopular people had been invited to a party. Lydia had begun to gather her group of giggling girls, gesturing wildly in their direction and moaning.
I thought they both looked hot – you know, hot together not hot as in I like them or anything… Lily was dressed in cute denim shorts with cowboy boots that showed off her powerful legs really well and a loose, bat-wing t-shirt with her black curls falling in bunches. She looked stunning and the two looked like they were having a pretty good time, swaying to the music. Compared to Lydia and Jackson they were saintly. It seemed the real Jackson had come back to play for a while and Lydia was dry humping him to the intimate music. I just stood there, sipping beer, alone as the horny couples around me swirled and danced to the music.
"Hey dude," Scott said coming over to greet me. "We've got a problem."
I sighed and rolled my eyes. Couldn't we have just one day off? Is that too much to ask? "What?"
"Derek's here." Just as Scott had said it we both looked up to see Derek flanked by Boyd and Erica. They smirked and Derek looked in Lily's direction. A knife slipped from its hiding place.

Lily's P.O.V

It was just getting to my favorite song when we were interrupted. Scott pulled us apart and I looked to see Derek, Erica, Boyd and Stiles all stood there. Isaac growled at them.
"Relax," he said angrily, "We're not here to kill your little witch. We're here to save Jackson."
"How?" I asked, confused. "I thought you said he couldn't be saved…"
"We thought he couldn't be saved," Stiles replied, turning to me. I didn't know much about the Kanima or anything that had happened before my meeting Isaac in the woods but I knew from experience that Jackson was incredibly dangerous. "But we can. If we can get Lydia to help us."
"Lydia Martin?" I laughed, my mouth hanging open in disbelief. "Cold-blooded Lydia is going to do something that will benefit someone else?"
"She's not as bad as you think," Stiles replied, the slightest bit of tension in his voice.
"You don't have Calculus with her." Isaac muttered but I didn't laugh. I hated how everyone thought Lydia was such a good person. Sure, she may put on the act for her friends but for her victims? Hell. But despite all Jackson's flaws and the fact he was a major league douche wad and would never thank me for this I was still going to help his reptilian ass. Then a thought crossed my mind, something no one had that everyone had over thought.
"What if Jackson's not here alone? What if Gerard's with him?"
A dry chuckle sounded nearby and everyone's heads sprang upwards. Gerard stood surrounded by dancers with a triumphant look on his face….

…. Then all hell broke loose.