"His father's dead." Scott whispered. "They think he was murdered."
"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asked.
"I'm not sure, why?" Scott questioned.
"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours." Stiles explained.
"Like overnight?" Scott asked.
"Yeah, during a full moon." I said.
"How good are these cells at holding people?" Scott asked.
"People? Good. Werewolves? Probably not that good." Stiles stated.
"Remember when I said I don't have the urge to main and kill?" Scott asked. "He does."
The first bell signaled from the school, 20 minutes before the start of classes.
"I have to go but we can talk later." I said, grabbing my backpack.
I made my way off the field and classes went by really slow for some reason. I sat down across from Danny in Mr. Harris' class since it seemed Jackson was missing. Stiles and Scott turned around to us.
"Where is Jackson?" Stiles asked.
"The principal's office, talking to your Dad." Danny replied.
"What? Why?" Stiles asked.
"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac." Danny offered.
Stiles ripped a piece of paper from his binder and balled it up, hurling it at Mr. Harris.
"Who in the hell did that?" Mr. Harris turned around.
Stiles and Scott were pointing at one another, Mr. Harris raising his voice as he demanded they go to the principal's office. I waited a few minutes and got up, headed to the front of the room. I handed Mr. Harris the worksheet, completed.
"I'm finished. May I go to the nurse's office? I'm having my period and don't feel well." I asked.
Mr. Harris turned paler than he already was as he wrote me a hall pass. I moseyed towards the principal's office. Telling any teacher in the school that got me an automatic out of class, it's like they'd never been around anyone with a uterus in their entire life. I walked up to Scott and Stiles, plopping in the seat next to them when my ears picked up on what Scott looked so upset about.
"He was kicking the crap out of him." Jackson said.
"Did you ever tell anyone?" The Sheriff asked.
"Nope." Jackson replied. "It's not my problem."
"No, of course not. It's always the kids getting beaten up that are the ones who least deserve it." The Sheriff replied. "I think we're done here, go back to class."
Jackson walked out of the room, I wasn't just mad, I was livid. How could I not have known? How could I have never picked up on it? Jackson headed down the hall and I made my way after him.
"Jackson." I said.
He turned and my palm met his cheek. I smacked him so hard that he fell against the lockers.
"What the hell?" He yelled.
"You're an animal." I spat.
I turned on my heels, walking past Scott and Stiles, who called my name out. I went to the bathroom, sitting in a stall. I took a few deep breathes, trying to calm down. Isaac was someone I'd tutored all year and even last year too. Is that why he was so desperate to get his grades up even from C's and B's to A's. How could I never have noticed? Was it because I was so preoccupied with being the Protector of the supernatural that I didn't even realize someone who needed protecting that was right next to me? I heard a knock on the door and someone call my name. I stood up, leaving the restroom. Scott was standing outside it waiting for me.
"Come with me." Scott said, taking my hand and pulling me through the hallway.
"Where are we going?" I asked.
"To try to stop them from taking Isaac." He said.
We got outside but it was too late, Isaac was being taken away in a police car. Derek pulled up seconds later.
"Get in." Derek said to us.
"Are you serious?" Scott demanded. "You did that, that's your fault.
"I know that. Now get in the car and help me." Derek replied.
"Scott, I'm going back inside. I promised to take Lydia home." I said.
"No, I need you to come to." Derek stated.
"I'm not going. I'm taking Lydia home and then I'm getting Isaac out of there before he hurts someone or someone hurts him." I said.
I pushed my hair over my shoulder and went back inside, finding Lydia. I took her home and then came back to the school, waiting for Stiles to get out of detention. He burst out the door and slid in to the passenger's seat of my car.
"That Allison?" I asked, pointing to his phone.
He nodded, listening to what Allison was saying.
"They're going down to the station for Isaac." Stiles stated, I started my car.
Stiles looked at his phone and then at me, showing me the picture. Wolfsbane.
"That's wolfsbane." Stiles told Allison. "It means they're gonna kill him."
I pulled out of the school, headed towards the police station. Stiles hung up.
"She's stalling but she doesn't know for how long." Stiles explained, shoving his phone in his pocket.
"Well then we just have to get there first." I replied. "I could blink us there but I'm not sure how my car magically appearing is going to go."
"Probably not a good idea." Stiles stated.
My phone started to ring in the cup holder.
"Answer for me." I asked.
"Yeah?" Stiles asked, sliding his thumb across my phone screen.
I came to a jerking stop and I saw Derek a few feet in front of me, phone pressed to his ear. He came over and opened the backdoor, climbing inside.
"Why can't you ever not be totally creepy?" I asked.
"Drive." He demanded.
"Listen, it's your fault that Isaac is in this mess in the first place, okay? So, I don't wanna hear any lip from you." I stated, taking off.
We pulled up in front of the police station a few minutes later.
"The keys to the cell are in a lockbox in my dad's office." Stiles said. "Hard part is getting past the front desk."
"I'll distract her." Derek said, starting to get out of the car.
"Or I could freeze her." I offered.
"No, you need to reserve your magical energy in case we get attacked." Derek replied.
"Derek, I'm not weak, I have close to an unlimited magical supply." I laughed.
"I can smell anxiety on you, you're weaker than you think you are right now and you need to stay on guard." Derek replied, getting out of the car.
"Anxiety? What anxiety? What's wrong?" Stiles asked me.
"I'm fine, he's just being annoying. Let's go." I said, getting out of the car.
We walked up to the door, the officer at the front desk was completely enamored with Derek. Stiles and I snuck past, sliding in to his dad's office and grabbing the keys to the cell. We made our way to the cell when I felt a hard blow to the side of my head and I was overwhelmed with dizziness as I fell to the ground. I look up, saw Stiles struggling against a man dragging him away. Stiles flipped the fire alarm. I jumped up, still dizzy as I made my way in to the cell room. Isaac threw the man against a wall and then slammed his head against it. He turned around to look at Stiles. I made my way in between the two of them. I grabbed Isaac's shoulders.
"Isaac. Isaac!" I pleaded.
He hesitated for a moment. His eyes shifted from golden back to icy blue. Derek came in then, roaring at Isaac who retreated against the wall quickly.
"What the hell?" I screamed. "He was calming down, his eyes shifted back colors!"
"You can never be too careful. It's a full moon." Derek replied.
I scoffed and him and went to help Isaac up. I knelt down next to Isaac, his forehead covered in sweat and the majority of his face shoved in to his arms.
"Isaac." I whispered. "You have to get out of here."
"Isaac, let's go." Derek said, roughly.
I stood back up and glared at Derek.
"How about you quit being a dick? Do you even remember why you turned him? Because he needed power to get away from his dad that's been abusing him for who knows how long? So why don't you try talking to him like a kid that's been abused and not like a fucking dog?" I said, rudely.
I felt a hand on my shoulder. I glanced around me to see Isaac.
"It's okay. Thank you." He said, small smile forming.
He and Derek left. I helped Stiles get up.
"How'd you get him to start calming down?" He asked.
"I'm the Protector, Stiles." I replied.
My phone started to buzz in my back pocket. I glanced at a text, Allison and Scott wanted us to meet them at my house.
"We should get out of here before your dad shows up." I suggested. "Scott wants us to meet them at my place."
We got out to my car and headed towards my house. We sat in my room, Stiles amusing himself with my hanging chair until Allison and Scott showed up. I let them in through the sliding doors to my room.
"What is it? Are you two okay?" I asked, grabbing both their hands.
"We're fine." Allison said, squeezing my hand.
"We saw something tonight." Scott said, squeezing my hand and dropping it to stand next to Stiles.
"It was like a reptile, like a lizard man." Allison explained, grossed out.
"I've never heard of anything like that." I replied, letting go of Allison's hand to brush my hand through my hair.
"We came here hoping you would have." Allison sort of pouted.
"I mean there are creatures that have reptile like features but not just straight up lizard men." I replied.
"Why don't we sort this out tomorrow?" Scott asked, looking sort of weird in the corner.
I knew he'd gotten a grip on the shift but not completely.
"Yeah, Scott should get home." I said. "We'll figure it out tomorrow."