I don't know why it took me so long to finish this chapter, but I finally did it! So please enjoy!
"Hey, Nat," Zach called for his sister, knocking on her door, "Come on, we're gonna be late. I'd drive myself but, you know. No license."
No response. So Zach just opened the door and sucked in a breath when he saw the state his older sister's room was in.
Pill bottles and tissues were sprawled out all over her floor. On top of her desk chair was a huge pile of unfolded clothes that looked like they were about to tip over at any second. Papers scattered on top of her desk. It looked like an absolute war zone. And there Natalie was, snoring away and tangled up in her blankets. She looked like an absolute hot mess. But at least she was finally getting some sleep unlike four months ago. That was the only bright side to everything that was going on with her.
Tripping over her backpack, Zach walked over to Natalie's bed and shook her shoulder. "Nat, come on, you gotta get up."
But she still didn't wake up. She just snored louder. From the corner of his eye, Zach noticed a half-filled water bottle on the floor. So he picked it up, unscrewed the cap, and poured out the rest of the contents on Natalie's face. She woke up with a gasp and sat up on her bed. When she looked over at the empty water bottle in her brother's hand, she glared at him.
"You and dad spend way too much time together," she grumbled, wiping the water off her face.
"Dude, you look awful," Zach cringed.
"Word of advice," Natalie told him, "don't ever tell a girl that unless you wanna get bitch-slapped. Especially to a girl that's already dying."
"I just mean… are you sure you should be going to this meet?" Zach asked, "You're going to be put on the sidelines once they see you get out of breath."
Shaking her head in annoyance, Natalie got up. "Why does everyone keep worrying about me?"
Zach pointed to her pillow, where a clump of her red velvet hair lied. "That's why."
"Aw, shit," the redhead whined. She picked up the hair and held it up.
"It's a good thing this isn't a hair-styling competition." The youngest Henderson cowered when his sister shot him a death stare. "Sorry."
"Well, it looks like I'm gonna have to wear a bandana during the meet."
"This is not gonna end well," Zach said to himself.
"Oh, relax," Natalie told him, "It's just a cross country meet. What's the worst that could happen?"
Apparently, being stuck on a bus with a coach that should not be in charge of supervising a group of students while her best friend was still injured from fighting a pack of scary ass alphas was pretty damn bad. Which is what was happening right now.
The trio and Zach were sitting in the back of the bus, Scott and Stiles sitting next to each other while the Henderson siblings were right in front of them. Scott was looking as sick as a dog (which earned Zach a smack in the back of the head from his sister when he made that comparison). He and the other werewolves had fought the alpha pack the day before and the twins scratched his stomach pretty bad. So bad that it still wasn't even close to being healed. And on top of that, it turned out that Delilah had been pregnant but had suffered a miscarriage due to her being attacked by, again, the twins, which had happened last week. Scott was feeling sad for her and Isaac too. He was just a mess. Everyone was.
So that's why Stiles and Natalie were doing everything they could to help take their best friend's mind off of it. Right now they were helping him study his vocabulary for the PSATs. They were about to give Scott his next word when they noticed him starting to doze off.
"Hey, Scotty," Natalie said. She snapped her fingers in his face. "Yo, Scotty." He finally opened his eyes. "You still with us, my guy?"
"Yeah, sorry," Scott said, sitting up and rubbing his eyes, "Uh, what's the word?"
"'Anachronism'," Natalie read from her iPad.
"Something that exists out of its normal time," Scott answered easily.
"Good boy," Natalie beamed, making Scott glare at her.
Stiles took the iPad from her. "Okay, next word- 'incongruous'."
"Um, can you use it in a sentence?" the teen wolf asked.
"Yes. Yes, I can. It's completely incongruous that we're sitting on a bus right now, on our way to some stupid cross country meet after what just happened- incongruous."
"Out of place, ridiculous, absurd."
Shooting him a thumbs up, Stiles responded, "Perfect. Okay, next word. Um, Darach. Darach, it's a noun." Scott just shot him a blank stare.
"Always so subtle, huh, babe?" Natalie asked with a smirk. Then her face became serious. "But seriously, Scotty, we have to talk about that at some point."
"And we're gonna be stuck in this thing for, like, five hours, so why not?" Stiles added. But Scott wasn't letting up so the twitchy boy decided to move on. "Next word- 'intransigent'."
"Stubborn," Scott gritted out, "obstinate."
The bus suddenly rolled over a large pothole, causing the vehicle to rattle. The movement irritated Scott's wound from the twins. He winced in pain.
"Oh, whoa, dude," Natalie said, growing concerned, "you alright?" Scott didn't answer, he just exhaled.
"We shouldn't have come," Stiles said, "I knew it. We shouldn't have come."
"We had to," Scott argued, "There's safety in numbers."
"Yeah, well there's also death in numbers," Zach spoke up. He snatched the iPad from Stiles and read the next word. "It's called a massacre. It's also known as a bloodbath, carnage, slaughter…" he furrowed his eyebrows, "and butchery? Oh damn, that's really-"
Scott moaned again.
"Nat, come with me," Stiles said, "Alright, Scott, we're telling Coach-"
"No," Scott protested, "No, no, no. I'm alright."
"Dude, you don't look like it," Zach said, "Can I see it-"
"I'm alright," Scott told him, pushing the fourteen year old's hand away.
"Scotty," Natalie said sternly, "Just let us see the goddamn injury."
"Okay."
With a sigh, Scott lifted up his shirt. Covering his side were three large gashes. They were so deep and even still bleeding. It was even starting to pulse a little, reminding Natalie of when she and Stiles had to almost cut Derek's arm off with a chainsaw when he got shot. Man, were those the simpler days. Nevertheless, the sight made Natalie want to gag.
"Oh, dude…" Stiles sighed.
"I know it's bad," Scott said as he pulled down his shirt, "but it's because they're from an alpha. It'll take longer to heal."
"Then how come Isaac and Boyd are fine then?" Natalie asked, pointing over to said betas along with Delilah with her thumb.
Scott didn't answer her. Instead, he just stared out the window, replaying everything by that went down yesterday over and over again in his head.
"I can't believe he's dead. I can't believe Derek's dead."
"I know," Natalie shook her head sadly, remembering what Scott told her, Stiles, and Zach after the fight, "Like, I know the guy was broody, grumpy, not the nicest person ever…" She paused. "I forgot where I was going. Oh, yeah. But Derek still shouldn't have gone out the way he did."
"Poor Anabelle," Stiles sighed, "She must be taking it so hard right now. Losing the one she loved… I can't even imagine."
God, why did he always have to say things like that? Making Natalie feel all guilty and shit.
"Has anyone even talked to her since then?" Zach asked.
"No, she won't answer any of our calls," Scott answered, "She even shut off her phone at one point. Which sucks because if what Derek said about if one of them dies then the other one does too is true, that means we'll never be able to see her again. I don't understand why she wouldn't say goodbye."
"Maybe it's like what pets do," Stiles suggested, "They just hide off in a corner when they're dying so their owners won't see it happen."
"Well, that's depressing," Natalie said. Her eyebrows scrunched up. "Also kind of offensive."
When Stiles was about to make a sarcastic comment back at his girlfriend, they heard Coach whistle for about the ninetieth time that entire bus ride. How much in trouble would Natalie get if she just threw him out of the bus?
"Two of you, back in your seats," Coach scolded a couple of students." He took note of Jared, a nerdy kid that was on the team. He was clutching onto his backpack for dear life and has broken out into a cold sweat. "Jared, again, car sick?" Said boy nodded. "Every ti- how do you even get on the bus? Look at me. No, don't look at me. Look at the horizon. Keep your eyes- keep your eyes on the horizon." Coach groaned when he looked towards the back of the bus. "McCall, not you too."
Clearing his throat, Scott sat up. "No, Coach, I'm good."
Stiles looked down where his best friend's wound was. "Hey, Scott, you're bleeding again. And don't tell us that it's just taking longer to heal, okay? Because I'm pretty sure that still bleeding means not healing, like, at all."
"Yeah, maybe we really do need to get Coach to stop so we can take a better look at it," Natalie said.
"No, it's fine," Scott told her. He seemed to tune in to something. "He's listening."
"Who?" Natalie turned around to see Ethan with his head slightly tilted.
"Is he gonna do something?" Stiles asked.
"Not in front of this many people," Scott answered.
Pointing over to where Isaac, Boyd, and Delilah were sitting, Stiles said, "Okay, well, what about the two ticking time bombs sitting right near him?"
"Yeah, and didn't you say that they were the ones that killed Isaac and Delilah's baby?" Zach pointed out, "Surely that's a reason for them to go berserk."
"No, they won't," Scott said, "Not here."
"Well, what if they do?" Natalie asked, "Are you gonna stop them?"
Scott nodded. "If I have to."
Suddenly, the bus came to a very harsh stop. When it jolted forward, Natalie hit her head on the back of her seat pretty hard, disturbing her tumor. She cried out and grabbed her head. Hearing his girlfriend scream like that instantly alerted Stiles. He got out of his seat and knelt in front of Natalie when she turned to face the aisle. Her head was still in her hands and she rested her elbow on her knees.
"Hey, babe, are you okay?" Stiles asked, "I haven't heard you cry in pain like that since you broke your hand in eighth grade when you punched Greenberg in the nose."
"Yeah, I'm okay," Natalie told him even though she was still rubbing the back of her head, "I just wasn't expecting that."
Stiles went to pull her beanie off. "Here, let me take a look and see if you have a bump or something-"
"No!"
Natalie's hands went straight to the top of her head to keep her beanie on. The sudden outburst startled Stiles. Immediately she felt bad for yelling at him, especially when she knew that he was just trying to help.
So she took his hand in hers. "I'm sorry. But I'm okay. Truly. The headache's already going away."
But there was something in Stiles's eyes that didn't believe her. As he shouldn't. Natalie's head was throbbing like crazy and she really wish she could just lay down in bed. Maybe Zach was right. She should have just stayed at home. Just when Stiles was about to question her further, Coach blew his fucking whistle.
"Stilinski!" he yelled, "Ass! Seat! Now!"
Rolling his eyes, Stiles sat back down. Not before giving Natalie a small peck on the lips though. As soon as Stiles's butt was back on the seat, Scott's was up.
"What-what- Scott?" Stiles stammered, "Where are you going?"
"Boyd," Scott said, "He's gonna do something?"
"Do what?" Natalie asked, "How do you know?"
"Look at his hands."
Yep. The claws were definitely coming out. Seriously, do Isaac and Boyd really have no sense of self-control? Scott climbed over Stiles and went to the other betas to make sure they weren't going to explode with rage. Reaching into his sister's sports bag, Zach pulled out a water bottle and a painkiller and handed them to Natalie. She nodded in thanks before popping the pill in her mouth and washing it down with some water.
Okay, something was definitely up. First Natalie's appearance changes over the summer. Then she randomly pulls out an inhaler when she ran out of breath during practice which never happens because her stamina is usually so strong (take a good look at their sex life when Natalie could go for three rounds in a row). And now she acts weird when Stiles tries to take off her beanie? Which nowadays she never goes a day without. Natalie was definitely hiding something. And Stiles needed to get to the bottom of it.
As if she could feel how antsy Stiles was getting from the seat behind her, Natalie reached back and found his hand. Their fingers locked together awkwardly in this position, but he could still feel the intent. And when she looked back at him, she smiled almost shyly. It didn't reach her eyes, but when Natalie mouthed that she loved him, Stiles knew she meant it. He let her know that he loved her too and he squeezed her fingers gently.
Once they saw Boyd had finally recomposed himself and didn't look like he wanted to maim Ethan anymore, Scott went back to sit down with his friends. Stiles got up so the teen wolf could scoot back to the window seat.
"You finally get the Incredible Hulk to chill out?" Natalie asked.
"Mhmm," Scott answered.
"Okay, good," Stiles said, "'Cause we got another problem. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like, every five minutes. It's like he's waiting for something, you know, like, a message or a signal of some kind. I don't know, something evil though, I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil, but you know that."
"Yeah, it's like your psychic or something," Zach said sarcastically.
"And you wanna know what I predict?" Stiles asked, "You can be just as evil as your sister."
"Hey!"
Turning to his now pouting girlfriend, Stiles said, "Oh you know I love you, Nat, but let's face it, you can be a real bully sometimes." Natalie punched him in the arm, making him yelp. At least her having cancer didn't deter her from throwing a hit. "Case in point."
"Whatever," Natalie rolled her eyes.
"I don't like him sitting next to Danny," Scott said, focus still on Ethan.
"Yeah, neither do I," Stiles agreed. He pulled out his phone. "I'm gonna see what he's waiting for."
"Oh god, what are you doing?" Natalie asked, already knowing that whatever her boyfriend was concocting in his head was already not going to go well.
"I'm gonna ask."
He sent a text to Danny. Natalie heard her friend's phone chime and she watched as he read the message to himself.
To: Danny
From: Stiles
Find out why Ethan keeps checking his phone.
Danny looked towards the back of the bus. With the dumbest smile on his face, Stiles waved his phone. Natalie watched and cringed as Danny shook his head and mouthed 'no' before he turned back around. Because it was Stiles, her boyfriend refused to take no for an answer. So he sent Danny another text.
To: Danny
From: Stiles
Just do it!
To: Stiles
From: Danny
No.
To: Danny
From: Stiles
ASK HIM
To: Stiles
From: Danny
NO. I like this guy. What's wrong with you?
To: Danny
From: Stiles
It's important. PLEASE.
Shaking his head, Danny slid his phone back in his pocket, as he should have. Good Danny. Stiles flailed his arms before going on a texting frenzy. He starting blowing up Danny's phone, his phone going off every millisecond. Not second. Millisecond. It was driving Natalie absolutely fucking crazy.
"Alright, you've lost your texting privileges," she snapped, "Give me that." She snatched the phone out of her boyfriend's hand and started typing. "Let me show you how it's done."
To: Danny
From: Stiles
Hello, Danny! It's your favorite redhead :) May you please just check to see if Ethan's doing ok?
"Something wrong?" the trio heard Ethan ask Danny.
"Actually, I was… wondering the same about you," his love interest responded.
Natalie grinned smugly as Stiles gaped at her. "You're welcome."
"What the fu-"
"You guys, shh!" Scott hushed before Stiles could yell out in disbelief.
The trio and Zach stared over at Danny and Ethan to try to listen in on their conversation. Because they made themselves look totally obvious that they were eavesdropping, the two boys spun around. With wide eyes the best friends ducked down in their seats.
"Well, that wasn't very subtle," Zach grumbled sarcastically.
Stiles's phone went off in Natalie's hand. After reading the text herself, she showed it to her boys.
To: Stiles
From: Danny
Someone close to him is sick. Might not make it through the night.
"Ennis?" Scott wondered.
"So does this mean…" Natalie trailed off.
"He's not dead," Scott realized.
Sighing, Stiles added, "Not yet."
For real though, how had this traffic jam not lighten up just a tad already? Scott was looking worse by the minute, Stiles was as fidgety as usual, Natalie's head was hurting, and Zach was now regretting drinking that large bottle of Gatorade. And then you had freakin' Jared up front who looked like he was about to blow chunks at any second.
"Jared, I'm warning you," Coach said, "I'm an empathetic vomiter. You throw up, I'm gonna throw up right back on you. And it will be profoundly disgusting."
"Please don't talk about throwing up," Jared begged, still holding onto his backpack, "It's not good."
"I might throw up on you just to make a point, Jared," Coach threatened
The poor boy shook his head. "It's not good. It's not good."
"Now the rest of you, don't think we're gonna miss this meet because of a slight traffic jam, a minor tornado warning, Jared. We're gonna make this thing. Nothing is gonna stop us! Stilinski, Henderson, put your hands down."
"You know, there's, like, a food exit about a half a mile up," Stiles tried to sway his coach, "I don't know if we stop and then maybe-"
"We're not gonna stop," Coach said.
The redhead jumped in. "Okay, but if we stop-"
"Henderson! Stilinski!" He blew that fucking whistle again. "Seriously! It's a little bus! Stop asking me questions."
Letting out an angry yell and making strangling motions with her hands, Natalie sat down. "Ugh, I hate that man with every fiber on my being."
"Did you call Deaton?" Stiles asked.
"I keep getting his voicemail," Scott sighed.
Now it was Zach's turn to step up to the plate. "That's it. I'm calling Lydia and Allison."
"How are they gonna help back in Beacon Hills?" Scott asked.
"They're not," Zach said, gesturing out to the back window, "They've actually been following us this entire time."
"Pathetic," Stiles scoffed, shaking his head.
"Alright, are you gonna tell us what's going on with you and Lydia?" Natalie asked her brother, "How are you guys BFFs now?"
"I'm following Stiles's lead," Zach told her, "First start off as friends, and then bam! Romance ensues."
"Oh, please do not credit me for this," Stiles grimaced as his girlfriend's brother punched in Lydia's number.
The phone rang a couple times before Lydia answered. "Hey, Zach," Lydia chirped a little too peppily, "Yeah, we're just about to walk into a movie, uh, you know, the popcorn and-"
"I know you guys are right behind us," Zach interrupted, "Put us on speaker."
"Okay," Lydia said awkwardly before doing as she was told.
"You guys," Natalie said, "Scott's still hurt."
"What do you mean still?" Allison asked, "He's not healing?"
"No, he's not healing," Stiles spoke up, "We think he's actually getting worse. The blood's turning, like, a black color."
"What's wrong with him?" Lydia asked.
"What's wrong with him?" Stiles echoed sarcastically, "I don't- do I have a PhD in lycanthropy? How am I supposed to know that?"
The four of them heard the two girls on the other end talk amongst themselves. When Natalie looked up, Scott was almost turning grey. His eyes were shut as he struggled to breathe. This kid actually looked like he was dying. If Natalie seriously loses another friend… no, she couldn't let that happen. She refused to let anyone close to her die before her.
"Stiles, Natalie, there's a rest area about a mile up," Allison told the couple, "Tell the coach to pull over."
"Yeah, we've been trying," Stiles told her.
"Well, reason with him."
Natalie barked out a laugh. "Reason with him. Really? Have you met this clown?"
"Just try something," Allison persisted.
That's how the couple found themselves standing in the middle of the bus, having a standoff with their coach.
"Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay?" Stiles told him, "We've been on this thing for, like, three hours-"
Coach blew his whistle.
It was Natalie's turn to try to talk some sense into him. "Look, the next rest stop isn't for another sixty miles so can we just-" He blew the whistle again. "Being cooped up for hours is not good-" And whistle.
"You know, our bladders aren't exactly-"
Whistle.
"Coach, this is-"
Whistle.
"Can you-"
Whistle.
"Please-"
Fucking whistle.
Stiles's jaw dropped at their coach's childish behavior. "Let us talk! We're-" Coach blew his whistle yet again, laughing at how irritated the young couple was getting. "Every time-" This time the whistle blew so long that Stiles and Natalie were practically steaming.
"Get back to your seats, Stilinski and Henderson!" Coach boasted.
"Okay!" the couple yelled back in unison.
Defeated and very annoyed, Stiles and Natalie started walking to the back of the bus. "Well, now what?" Natalie hissed at her boyfriend.
"I don't know!" he told her.
"Jared, keep your eyes on the horizon," Coach told the sick boy.
Light bulb.
Stiles turned around, making Natalie bump into him. When she was about to ask why he stopped moving, he just spun her around. He kept his hands on her bony shoulders as he pointed over to Jared. They looked at each other and Stiles raised his eyebrows. Natalie's lips formed into an 'o' shape when she figured out the devious plan her boyfriend was conjuring up in that wacky brain of his.
He slid in the empty spot next to Jared while she took the seat in front of them. She tucked her hands under her chin as she smiled. "Hey, Jared."
"How you doing?" Stiles asked. They both smiled almost evilly.
Before they knew it, everyone was running for their lives off the bus, coughing and screaming. The stench of vomit was so putrid that even Natalie was trying to not puke from it as well. Still inside the bus, Coach cracked open the window and started spraying Febreze.
"Jared, you suck!" Coach yelled, pointing out the window, "Hey, somebody grab some towels or a mop or a new bus."
Scott had his arms wrapped around Stiles and Natalie's shoulders as they lead him to the restrooms at the rest stop they were at. Allison and Lydia had stopped as well and they and Zach followed the trio, making sure no one was watching them. The couple lowered Scott down next to the sinks. Lifting his shirt, Allison revealed that indeed, the teen wolf was getting worse. Not only was there black blood seeping out of the wound, black veins were surrounding it. It really was ugly.
"Oh my god," Allison gasped, "Why didn't you tell us?"
"Sorry," was all that Scott could exhale out.
"Okay," Allison said softly, "Just give us a second, okay?" She stood up and she, Stiles, Natalie, Zach, and Lydia huddled together. "This shouldn't be happening. I've seen him heal from worse than this."
"Then what do we do now?" Natalie asked, "Do we try to call for an ambulance?"
"What if it's too late? What if they can't help?"
"But we gotta do something," Natalie told her friend.
Lydia seemed to be deep in thought. "You know, it could be psychological."
"What do you mean, like, psychosomatic?" Stiles asked.
"Somatoformic," Lydia corrected. Zach looked confused as hell. "A physical illness from a psychogenic cause." This did not ring any bells for the fourteen year old. Lydia rolled her eyes. "Yes, it's all in his head."
"All in his head?" Stiles asked. Then he thought about it. "Because of Derek, Anabelle, and Delilah. He's not letting himself heal 'cause Derek died and now Anabelle might be dead. On top of of that, the twins killed Isaac and Delilah's unborn baby."
That last part seemed to be new information to Allison and Lydia. They frowned in sympathy for the hybrid. "So what do we do?" the huntress asked.
Reaching into her purse, Lydia pulled out a needle and a spool of thread. She would keep that shit on hand.
"Stitch him up." Stiles, Natalie, Zach, and Allison all shot each other hesitant looks. Lydia sighed. "I'm serious. Maybe all he needs to do is just believe it's healing."
Reluctantly they agreed to it. Allison took the needle and thread and sterilized it with a lighter. Natalie helped remove Scott's jacket and shirt while Stiles laid down a bunch of paper towels. Meanwhile Zach and Lydia stood back, watching the others go to work. The youngest Henderson could see his crush looking anxious so he took her hand in his. This took Lydia aback, but she didn't pull away. Instead she smiled lightly, seeming to appreciate the gesture.
Score one for Zach.
"He's gonna need another shirt," Allison said, "Where's his bag?"
"Um, I'm gonna get it," Stiles volunteered, "I hate needles anyway, so…"
Before he could walk out, Natalie grabbed his hand. "You know what you're doing, right, Allison?" she asked her friend.
"Yeah, my father taught me," the huntress assured them.
"How long is it gonna take?" Zach asked, "Because the bus could leave at any second and I have a feeling Coach isn't really going to care whether we're on it or not."
"Well, you just make sure it doesn't leave."
"I can help," Lydia said. She squeezed Zach's hand. "Come on." They left the restroom and Stiles and Natalie went to follow after them.
They found the other betas standing near a tree, talking amongst each other and still glaring over at Ethan. At least Isaac and Boyd were. Delilah on the other hand, checked her phone and ran past them to the restroom. Allison must have asked her to help her handle Scott. The humans and whatever the hell Lydia was huddled together to form a plan on how to stall Coach from letting the bus leave. At one point he stepped out of the bus and called out to his team.
"Let's go. Back on the bus!"
Natalie pushed her brother forward. "Now's your time to shine, kid. Go, go, go!"
Before Coach could turn around to walk inside the bus, Zach swiftly ran to him. He smiled brightly. "Hey, Coach! So I'm sure you remember how last year Stiles wrote that masterpiece of an essay about the history of male circumcision."
"I don't have time for this, Little Henderson," Coach told Zach, shaking his head. He tried to walk back inside but the boy ducked underneath his arm and blocked him.
"Well, I bet you didn't know that there was a part two of that essay. And since you aren't busy right now, I figured I can recite it for you."
"You don't even have a paper with you!"
Zach laughed and tapped his head. "Oh, don't you worry about that, my guy. I got it all up here."
Then the older teenagers watched as Zach proceeded to give out a very detailed speech on the male circumcision. Including very vivid hand motions. If they weren't in a dire decision right now, they would have been laughing at the annoyed and horrified looked plastered on their coach's face. He was about ready to rip his hair from his scalp.
"Henderson, come get your brother!" he all but screamed.
They knew Zach didn't have much longer before Coach decided he had enough of the youngest Henderson's obnoxious lecture and pushed him away. Much to their relief, they saw Allison helping Scott walk out of the restroom with Delilah in tow. Lydia went to go help them out just as Isaac jogged up to Stiles and Natalie.
"Hey, what the hell is going on?" the beta asked them, "What's wrong with Scott?"
"It was those damn alpha twins," Natalie told him, "When you guys were fighting them yesterday they scratched Scott and he's still hurt."
"Shouldn't he have healed already though?" Isaac asked.
"Yeah, but he won't let himself because of Delilah, Derek, and Anabelle-"
Isaac was quick to cut Stiles off. "Wait, what about Delilah?"
Uh oh. Stiles and Natalie looked at each other nervously. Isaac had no idea that it was Aiden and Ethan that attacked his girlfriend the other night. They knew Scott wasn't always the brightest, but the spastic couple didn't know how he managed to leave that part out. Now Stiles and Natalie were the ones that had to break the bad news to Isaac, who was always ready to tear everything up in his path, especially when it came to Delilah. How the hell were they supposed to do that?
Looks like they didn't need to. The frown that was already on Isaac's face grew deeper as he tried to piece together what had happened. A snarl rumbled from deep within his throat and his eyes turned yellow. Ah, shit.
"It was them."
"Hold on, Isaac, wait," Natalie said as she tried to grab Isaac's arm. But he swatted her hand away and went straight for Ethan and Danny.
Stiles groaned. "Oh, this is not gonna be pretty." He grabbed Natalie's hand and they ran after Isaac to stop him from doing anything stupid.
The beta stormed over to Ethan and Danny. He gripped onto the front of the alpha's shirt before he could even register what was happening. Isaac got right up in Ethan's face.
"So this was your way of getting her attention?" Isaac spat, "Hurting her and killing our baby?"
Ethan didn't seem to be following. "Kill your baby? What the hell are you-"
He never got to finish his question because Isaac then punched him square in the nose, instantly breaking it. Ethan tried to push him away but the rage in Isaac was far too strong. It was he was blinded by heartbreak and he slammed Ethan against a tree. While Stiles and Natalie wanted to intervene and break up the fight, they did not want to get in the middle and risk being thrown punches at too. Pushing through the crowd that was surrounding the werewolves, the couple went to go fetch Scott so he could help.
"Stiles, Natalie, what's happening?" Scott asked his best friends as they caught up to him, Allison, Lydia, and Delilah.
"They went after him," Stiles told him, "We told 'em what was happening with you and they just went after him."
"Who, Boyd?" Scott asked.
"No, Isaac," Natalie answered, "And then he realized that they were the ones that hurt Delilah."
Delilah gasped behind them. "Oh, no." She dropped Scott's bag and ran into the crowd, everyone else following behind her.
She pushed everyone in her path out of her way until she found Isaac beating the absolute shit out of Ethan. The alpha's mouth was full of blood and he wasn't even trying to fight back. But that didn't let Isaac up. No, he was still going at him with a vengeance, even with Coach yelling at him and Danny trying to pull him off. Delilah ran to Isaac and started pulling on his arm.
"Isaac, stop!" she screamed, "Stop hitting him! Isaac!" But even she couldn't get him to back off. He pushed her away before continuing to hit Ethan. "Scott, help me!"
Scott went up next to her. "ISAAC!"
And he stopped. Isaac actually stopped his fighting. He breathed heavily as he looked up at his peers. Specifically Delilah. Natalie could see that he was on the verge of crying. Poor kid. He was grieving. Badly. Could you blame him? Everyone in their troupe knew how hard Isaac and Delilah had it all their lives. But this… losing their baby in such an awful way… it was heartbreaking.
Stiles and Natalie looked at each other, both thinking the exact same thing- things were only bound to get worse from here.
After everyone had calmed down from that fiasco, they went back on the bus. Allison and Lydia joined them since the huntress's car was out of gas. She sat with Scott while Lydia took the spot next to Zach. Of course, Stiles and Natalie were with each other, holding each other's hands as they chatted with the strawberry blonde and the youngest Henderson.
"Alright," Stiles said, "Let's go over this one more time. So it's the sacrifices, right? Everything has to do with them and someone who thinks he's, like, a dark Druid of some kind."
"Or actually is a dark Druid," Natalie added.
"A Darach," her boyfriend specified.
Lydia remembered something. "You know... some ancient cultures sacrificed people in preparation for battle."
"What you're saying is… we got alpha werewolves against a dark Druid," Zach said.
"Yeah," Lydia nodded.
Running his hand through his hair, Zach slumped back in his seat. "Never did I think this is what high school would be like. Awesome."
I hope you all enjoyed this chapter! PLEASE leave a review and let me know what you think! Also please read and review the other two stories in the saga, Scars and No One Else! I'll be sure to update soon! Xoxo, Maddie