ada lahey struggles with her brother becoming a werewolf after the death of their father
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It was entirely true that their father had been an abusive piece of shit. There was no other way for Ada to put it. His death had still surprised her, she even mourned the loss of a parent. Donning her best black dress, Ada looked around the cemetery for her brother and wasn't surprised to find him missing. He was after on still on the run from Beacon Hills police. Despite what the evidence had said and hours of the deputies grilling her, Ada was telling the truth when she had said she didn't know where to find Issac. She also believed firmly in her heart that Isaac was innocent. Up until she had ran away at seventeen, Ada had never seen her younger brother hurt so much as a fly. Tears brimmed Ada's eyes at the mess the Lahey siblings had suddenly found themselves in.
Later that night, there was a knock at her window. Ada pressed her hands to her ears, hoping the knocking was a figment of her imagination before she realized what it might have been. Throwing the blankets off herself, Ada padded barefoot over to the window and thrust it open. Nothing was there. Despite the warm temperature in the apartment, Ada found herself shivering. She stuck her head out the apartment window before remembering she was on the second floor. Just as Ada was preparing to close the window, something jumped through, knocking her off her feet. The scream left her throat before she could think twice.
"Ada, it's me! Be quiet, it's just me."
"Isaac?" Ada whispered, still in shock over the force he had launched himself through the window with. "What are you doing here? The cops have been watching my apartment for days."
Ada collected herself from the floor, turning on the bedside lamp and taking a seat on the edge of her bed. Isaac joined her a moment later and Ada noticed his hands wouldn't stop shaking. With her own shaking hands, Ada ran them through her messy brown waves before placing them in her lap. Isaac was safe. For now anyway. She looked at her brother from the corner of her eye. Deep purple bags littered under his eyes, but otherwise he seemed fine. Better, actually, for a teen who was on the run from the police.
"I have something to tell you. Offer you, even." Isaac begin. Ada turned her head fully to face him now, not sure what to make out of what he was saying.
"What are you talking about? I can't run away with you Isaac." Ada shakes her head, brown waves falling into her face at the thought of something bad happening to her baby brother because she wasn't there to protect him. It was bad enough the Lahey's had already lost one sibling years ago. Ada couldn't lose her last brother.
"It's a gift," Issac says. "You could be so much stronger."
"Issac..."
"Do you trust me?"
"I don't- I don't know." Ada says without thinking. Of course she trusted him, but there were too many unknown variables right now. Why the death of their father was being pinned on Issac. Why Issac was missing. Why Issac was hiding. What Issac was doing on the second floor of Ada's apartment right now. How he had even gotten up there. There weren't any stairs outside the window.
"It's okay, Ada." Issac assures his older sister.
"It's not okay, none of this is okay." Ada's hands are trembling. They won't stop no matter how hard she clenches them. She's glad to see her little brother again. They had always been close since their oldest brother died. With their dad being the piece of shit that he was, the Lahey siblings had no choice but to rely on each other. Ada had always regretted running away at seventeen and leaving poor Issac to fend for himself.
"Let me show you something." Issac gets off the bed, cracking his neck as he begins to transform. Ada watches the scene unfold before her, covering her mouth with her hands to prevent herself from screaming again. The tips of Issac's ears sharpen, his nails extend as fangs and hair begin to grow out of his face. His eyes turn yellow as he stands there watching Ada, gauging her reaction.
"What are you?" Ada whispers. He looked like some sort of... wolf.
"There's a guy, Derek and he can give you-"
"Derek Hale? The one who was wanted for multiple murders not to long ago?"
"He was cleared." Issac's face goes back to normal. Ada's heart is beating so rapidly she fears it's going to fly right out of her chest. "Relax, Ada. You know I won't hurt you."
"I know," Ada says back but can't bring herself to believe it. "What are you?"
"A werewolf."
Ada squeezes her eyes shut, hoping this is all part of some bad dream. When she opens them, Issac is still standing in the same position. His arms dangle awkwardly by his side, waiting for his sister to speak. To say something. Anything. "A werewolf." She repeats, trying to get the image of Issac's furry face out of her head.
"Derek can give you the bite. We don't have to be apart, not anymore."
"Issac..." The two of them fall silent. It's tempting, to be a part of Issac's life again. To not have to worry about his safety, where he is, if he's alive. But... a werewolf? Ada knew she should fully be freaking out right now. Her mouth gapes open, like a fish out of water. The words won't come though. If she didn't see Issac transform herself, she probably never would have believed it.
"I'll be back in a few days. Think about it." Issac kisses the side of her head and then he's gone. Ada goes over to the window but there's no sign of her brother. No sign of where he might have gone. She collapses back onto her bed, on her back and stares at the ceiling. What on Earth had the Lahey siblings gotten themselves into now. Ada fixes her position on the bed, tucking herself under her blankets but not bothering to switch the lamp off. She doubts she'll be getting any sleep tonight. She hasn't the past few days anyway.
Ada pulls the blankets up to her chin and snuggles underneath them. A werewolf. If Ada hadn't seen it for herself, she probably wouldn't have believed it. Hell, no one would have. Werewolves were from movies and stories. Not real life. A headache forms in the back of Ada's head and she rolls over with a grunt, squeezing her eyes shut and hoping sleep will find her that night. She had a lot of research to do tomorrow.