I finally got this chapter done, thank god! I'm sure you guys are still in shock over the last chapter and I am so sorry! Trust me, I'm so sad about it as well. But it all happens for a reason. I hope you guys enjoy!

Almost a week had went by. Not once did Delilah leave her room. She couldn't eat. She couldn't sleep. All she had been doing was sitting up in her bed, staring at the wall. There was no more energy left in her. So Deaton didn't make her go to school and he even called the principal to let her teachers know what had happened. For once, Delilah didn't care about missing school. Knowing that she no longer had a baby inside her, she had no more motivation to do anything.

Isaac was taking the loss just as hard as well. For the first few days he would come over to Delilah's house so they could be together, he would just lay in her bed and cry with her. Sometimes he would still place his hand on her belly, no longer guarding their son, but trying to hold onto the memory of him despite not even knowing he used to be there. Between his sobs, Isaac would kiss her stomach and say that he was so sorry. Like it was his fault that their son had died and that he didn't protect him and Delilah. That just crushed her even more.

God, he would have been such an amazing father. While the worst thing Delilah could have done for herself was dwell on it, she couldn't help but picture how Isaac would have been with their little boy. Would he have taught him to play lacrosse or encourage him to learn how to dance like his mommy? Would he have Isaac's sarcastic and witty personality or Delilah's shy and sweet one? Would have inherited blue or green eyes? Neither Isaac and Delilah would never know. All they had was their imagination to rely on.

For the last couple days, the hybrid decided that she needed to be alone to cope with everything. As much as Isaac didn't want to leave her out of his sight ever again, he understood that his love needed some space. So he stayed at Scott's house for the time being. Not without messaging her to check up on her every once in a while, of course, and even offering to bring her whatever she needed. Delilah thought it was almost unfair that even though Isaac was suffering too, he always managed to put her first.

What did she ever do to deserve him?

While she was sitting in her room, still in her head, there was a knock on her door. She didn't respond but she also didn't protest when Deaton opened the door.

"Mind if I come in?" he asked her. Delilah nodded and Deaton shut the door behind him. He sat down at the edge of her bed. "It feels like I haven't really seen you the past week."

"Sorry," Delilah apologized, voice slightly hoarse from not speaking much.

"There's no need to be sorry," Deaton told her, "I just wanted to make sure you were doing okay."

Shaking her head, Delilah finally looked up at her guardian. Her eyes were dull, something he hadn't seen ever since he's known the hybrid. "No. I'm not."

"I understand."

A lone tear rolled down her cheek. "Isaac and I were always careful. I didn't realize that we forgot protection that one night. It was completely irresponsible of us and I don't blame you if you're disappointed in me."

"I'm not disappointed, Delilah," Deaton assured her, "Accidents happen. And you know I would have always supported you no matter what you and Isaac decided to do with him."

"Never did I ever think I would be a teen mom, especially because I knew my mom was. I was always known as the good girl. Did my work, never got into trouble, was a straight A student… people even called me a prude. Being a mom never fit into that. But when I think about it… the thought of it doesn't scare me. Because I knew I had Isaac. He would have made everything easier… just like he always does."

Delilah rested her forehead on her knees and began sniffling, trying to not cry. But when Deaton placed his hand on her knee, she lost it.

"Being a caladrius, it's my job to heal and save the wounded and ill," she sobbed, "And the one life I couldn't save was the one that was growing inside of me. I failed my son."

"You didn't fail him," Deaton said, "This was not your fault."

"I still should have known…"

"But you didn't. And even if you did, there was nothing you could have done. Speaking from a supernatural standpoint, not every healing opportunity a caladrius has is going to be successful. Unfortunately, that just comes with it. But what happened to your son was still not because of you. It was because the alpha pack was trying to scare you and they just happened to take it too far."

After wiping her face, Delilah placed her hands on her stomach. "They asked me if I wanted to keep his ashes. I told them no. Sometimes I wish I shouldn't have, but I don't know if that would have made me feel better or worse. I don't even have a scar from when they took him out because it healed. It's like he never existed."

Deaton scooted closer to his adopted daughter and held her as she cried. Delilah couldn't have been more blessed with having a parental figure like him. With the way he took care of her, you would have thought that he was already a father. But Deaton was by far the best parent Delilah ever had. She really did have an amazing support system in him, Isaac, Scott… they tried so hard to get her to stay strong through everything.

But why did it feel like she was never going to overcome this? Even with everyone's help…

Her thoughts were interrupted when there was a knock on her door. Delilah and Deaton looked up to see Isaac standing there. His shirt was all torn up and he had scratches and blood all over him.

Looking up at his love, Isaac sighed. "I know you said you needed space, but…"

"Oh my god, Isaac," Delilah gasped, getting up to go over to him, "What happened?"

"I'll go get my first aid kit," Deaton said, "Delilah, do not use your powers right now." With that, he left the room.

The hybrid pulled Isaac to her bed so they could both sit down. "Isaac, what happened?"

"We went to fight off the alpha pack," Isaac said, wincing when he moved a certain way, "Me, Scott, Derek, Boyd, and Cora. Anabelle came back. Allison even showed up."

"You what?" Delilah exclaimed, "Why? And why didn't you tell me you were going after them?"

"Did you really think I was going to put you at risk of getting hurt again?" Isaac practically scoffed, "No fucking way- ah!"

"Oh, here." Delilah went to place her hand on his heart but he stopped her.

"Baby, no. You heard what Deaton said. Don't use your powers."

"You never want me to use my powers on you."

"Because I know what it does to you."

Just when Delilah was about to argue that she would be fine, she took at Isaac's blue eyes. They were tired, sad, defeated. There was something else wrong. Something besides him still in mourning over their son.

"What's going on?"

Isaac sighed shakily. "Derek's dead."

Oh, god. "What?"

"Ennis was about to kill Anabelle. Derek jumped at him to push him out of the way and he and Ennis both fell, like, twenty stories. Derek died to save Anabelle."

"I can't believe it…" Delilah said, "How is she taking it?"

"She just ran off," Isaac told her, "No one can get ahold of her."

"But if Derek's dead…"

"Anabelle's gonna die, too."

Early the next morning, the cross country team stood in front of the school. There was a meet at another school about five hours away, even though that was the last thing on all of the werewolves' minds. But they figured it would be safe to stay together rather than remain in Beacon Hills after what happened. At least that's what Scott thought.

"I can't believe he has the nerve to actually be here," Boyd seethed, eyeing Ethan who was talking with Danny.

"Neither can I," Isaac agreed, "I wonder where Aiden is though."

Coach blew his whistle and everyone groaned. It was way too early in the morning for this. "Alright, everyone on the bus! It a five hour drive so if you didn't pee, well, then it sucks to be you. Now, is everyone here?"

"Uh, Coach," Isaac said, "Delilah's-"

"Here!" Everyone turned to see the hybrid jogging towards them. Isaac could have groaned. "I'm sorry I'm late, Coach. My alarm didn't go off."

"As long as you're finally feeling better," Coach nodded, "Now, everyone, asses on the bus!" He blew his whistle again.

Grabbing Delilah's arm, Isaac pulled his girlfriend off to the side. "What are you doing here?"

"I'm part of the team," Delilah said, "I'm not going to let down my team."

"Baby, it's just a stupid meet," Isaac argued. He lowered his voice. "You just had a miscarriage. I don't think it's a good idea for you to be on a bus for a long period of time and then running."

"I healed."

"Still. You shouldn't be going."

"You're not the boss of me, Isaac."

"I'm just trying to protect you-"

The shrill sound of Coach's whistle rang through the air again. They both just wanted to rip that thing off from around his neck and throw it into the gutter. But Delilah just took a deep breath and looked up at her boyfriend.

"I appreciate that you're always trying to protect me, Isaac. But I can't stop living my life. For just one day, I want to pretend that everything is normal. Can I please just have that?"

Her voice was cracked and low. Isaac could tell that she was just trying not to having another breakdown like she had been having for the past week. Not only their baby's death, but also Derek and possibly Anabelle's were a lot for her to handle. While Isaac still didn't agree with her coming, he couldn't stop her. And he just needed to support her coping mechanism.

So he nodded. "Okay. Fine."

Without saying anything else, Delilah stepped in the bus. Isaac just sighed sadly as he followed his love inside.

The couple hadn't really spoken to each other since the bus hit the road. Isaac couldn't tell whether Delilah was mad at him or not. Her eyes remained outside the window. But she didn't push Isaac's hand away when he held hers. Delilah just gave it a gentle squeeze. That must be a little hint that she wasn't mad. Hell, he'll take it. Suddenly Delilah started to feel tense, but it wasn't her energy. It was Boyd's.

She turned around. "Boyd? You doing okay?"

"Stop thinking about it, man," Isaac told him. He must have been talking about Derek's death.

"Like you're not thinking about it, too?" Boyd shot back.

"Well, we'll both stop thinking about it," Isaac said.

"I can't."

"Well, there's nothing you can do about it either."

"You sure about that?" Boyd asked. He looked over at Ethan and Danny.

Delilah sat on her knees. "Boyd, just ignore him. Those twins, the alpha pack. None of them are worth you getting into trouble."

"After what they did, yeah they are," the beta told her.

His eyes fell on her stomach and Delilah automatically shielded it. The look in Boyd's eyes told her that he knew it was them that killed her and Isaac's baby. But how would he have known that? Not even Isaac knew. And Delilah never told anyone about it. Somehow, Boyd knew. So she just shook her head at him to tell him to keep it to himself before she turned back around. She cuddled up into Isaac's side and he wrapped his arm around her.

Soon enough Delilah shut her eyes, drifting off to sleep. All of the crying that had been taking place for the past week finally wore her out. This was the first time she allowed herself to get some rest. And while she rested, she dreamed.

Both her and Isaac looked to be a few years older and out of high school. They were at a beach, most likely somewhere like Hawaii. Sunshine reflected off the crystal clear water and warmed Delilah's skin. Her toes sank in the sand, enjoying the feeling underneath her feet. When she looked off into the ocean, her old smile seemed to have returned.

Isaac was playing around in the water with a little boy, about two years old. He was the perfect combination of his parents with his mommy's light brown hair and his daddy's blue eyes that sparkled in the sunlight. Delilah watched as her boys splashed and chased each other around the shallow end of the water. The toddler laughed loudly as Isaac picked him up and sat him on his shoulders. Her love's smile matched the brightness of their son's. He looked so happy. Just like their son was. And just like Delilah was.

When the couple locked eyes with each other, Isaac reached his hand out to Delilah, telling her to come in. He made sure they were right at the edge of the water so she wouldn't get scared. Hearing their son call for his mommy, Delilah couldn't pass up the offer. She walked over to Isaac and took his hand. He kept on hand on their son's small leg while his free arm wrapped around the love of his life. The two shared a kiss, making their son stick out his tongue and make a 'blech' sound that had the couple laughing. Isaac set the boy down so he was standing in between his parents and he held their hands.

As their son babbled on about the different kinds of fish he saw in the ocean (he was already so smart like she was), Isaac and Delilah stared at each other. Neither of them could stop smiling as they soaked in this moment. Just being together with their beautiful son, away from the hardships that Beacon Hills had to offer, basking in the love they had for each other… what more could they have asked for?

Everything was just… perfect.

Until everything came to a harsh stop.

The hybrid woke up with a jolt when the bus suddenly stopped in traffic. When she looked around her, everyone was just as confused as she was. There was probably an accident somewhere up the highway. Relaxing slightly, Delilah sat up and pondered back on that dream.

She saw him. She actually saw their son. And he was so perfect. Just like Delilah knew he would be. But that was all she was ever going to see of him. It was so fucking unfair. As soon as she felt a tear fall, Delilah wiped it away before Isaac could see. But he did.

"Baby?" he asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Delilah answered, shaking her head, "Everything's fine." Of course Isaac wasn't buying it. "Really, Isaac. I'm okay. Do you know what's going on with the traffic?"

He guessed that was all he was going to from her. So Isaac pulled out his phone and looked up any updates on the traffic. "There's a jackknifed tractor a few miles ahead. Could miss the meet."

They both then heard heavy breathing coming behind them. Oh, no. They turned around and Boyd was getting angry. Angry to the point where he started growling and his eyes were turning yellow.

"Boyd?" Delilah tried getting his attention, "Boyd?"

His claws were coming out as he kept looking over at Ethan. No matter how many times Isaac and Delilah tried calling his name, it was like Boyd had tunnel vision. The only thing that was on his mind was to avenge Derek. To avenge Isaac and Delilah's baby.

A hand, Scott's hand to be exact, caught Boyd's wrist as he knelt down next to him. The look on his face was stern like a parent was scolding their child.

"Let go," Boyd growled.

"You got a plan," Scott said lowly, "Tell me your brilliant plan, and I'll let go. What are you gonna do? Kill him, right here? And then what? What are you gonna do after that?"

"I don't care," Boyd told him. He tried to lunge out of his seat but Scott and Isaac held him back.

"I do," Scott said.

Isaac's eyes grew wide when he saw blood seeping through Scott's shirt. "Whoa, whoa, you're still hurt."

"Let me heal it," Delilah offered, placing her hand over the teen wolf's heart.

But he pulled away. "I'm fine." He turned to Boyd. "Give me a chance to figure something out, something that doesn't have to end with someone else dying."

Boyd finally seemed to calm down. He nodded his head. "Okay."

Whoa. How did Scott do that? Boyd just completely gave into him. That kid really was a natural leader. Delilah was impressed but not surprised. She knew he had it in him.

Though she was getting discouraged at the fact that no one was letting her use her healing powers to help them. Delilah knew they were all even more skeptical of her getting involved with dealing with the alpha pack not only because of her miscarriage, but also because they still wanted to recruit her. She appreciated the concern, but she couldn't take being treated like glass anymore. After all, she was the one that asked Derek for the bite in the first place, even though no one expected her to become a hybrid. What good was even having these powers if no one would allow her to use them?

It was getting fucking ridiculous.

Delilah grew silent again throughout the entire time the bus was stalled. They had been on there for about three hours with no signs of traffic letting up anytime soon. It was now Isaac's turn to lean on his love and get some sleep as well. He probably hadn't gotten much of it since Delilah's miscarriage either. Now with fighting the alpha pack the day before, Isaac was probably so worn out. So Delilah ran her fingers through his blonde curls, lightly scratching at his scalp, as she helped her boyfriend drift off.

"How are you both so calm right now?"

Turning her head and being careful not to wake up Isaac, Delilah looked back at Boyd. He was staring at her, also looking tired.

"What do you mean?" Delilah asked him.

"I'm just surprised that Isaac's not going on a rampage right now," Boyd said.

"There's just no sense in resorting to violence."

Boyd scoffed. "You sound just like Scott." The hybrid just shrugged. "But I know that if I were Isaac, I would be trying to rip the twins' heads off for what they did to you."

All of the color flushed out of Delilah's face upon hearing this. So her hunch was correct. "How do you know-"

"That they're the ones that attacked you? Scott called Derek after he left the hospital that night and then Derek told us."

"But I never told Scott that they did it. Not even Isaac knows."

"He must have gotten their scent off of you," Boyd said, "Isaac was probably too distraught to even notice."

"Just please… please… do not tell him," Delilah begged, "He can't know. He'll go crazy if he finds out."

"As he should. We can't just ignore this, Delilah. Isaac's going to find out soon enough. And when he does… none of us are going to be able to hold him back. Not even you."

While she knew that her fellow pack member had a point, Delilah didn't even want to think about what would happen if Isaac did know the truth. He would go ballistic. So he just couldn't know. Delilah would make sure of it. Not much else was to be said so she just focused on her love that was sleeping in his arms.

He woke up not too long afterwards thanks to the screaming match Stiles and Natalie were having with Coach's whistle. Yes, his whistle. That same whistle that had been driving Delilah bonkers since before they even got on the bus.

"Coach, it's five minutes for a bathroom break, okay?" she heard Stiles tell 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-"

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.

Looking back, Delilah locked eyes with Scott, even though his were halfway lidded. He was not looking so good. Isaac didn't really explain to her everything that had happened when they fought the alpha pack the day before. But whatever did happen, Scott was hurting badly. If anything, he looked like he was dying. Was he dying? He tried to assure her by mouthing that he was fine, but Delilah wasn't buying it.

Isaac knew that the two were friendly with each other but there was something about the way they looked at one another that didn't sit well with him. He knew Delilah was just concerned for his health just like she was with everyone. That was part of her role as a caladrius and an empath, after all. But Isaac knew Scott was crushing on his love. The boys were starting to become friends as well so he knew that Scott wouldn't make any moves on her. But it was still making his inner wolf growl in defense.

This was not the time for his jealousy to kick in. Because suddenly a horrific smell smacked him and Delilah in the face. They both became familiar with it when Delilah had apparently been pregnant. Fortunately the bus stopped everyone started yelling and coughing and they all ran outside as fast as they could. Delilah was so sensitive to the smell of vomit now that it took everything in her not to follow her classmate Jared's actions as well.

"God," Isaac's face scrunched up in disgust, coughing into his fist when he, Delilah, and Boyd went off to the side, "This is one of those times where having an extraordinary sense of smell sucks."

"Yeah, you're telling me," Boyd agreed, his voice sounding nasally when he pinched his nose.

The blond beta looked over at his girlfriend, knowing how she normally was when someone got sick. "Baby, are you-"

"I'm fine, Isaac," Delilah immediately told him, already knowing what he was going to say, "Now that I'm not pregnant anymore, the nausea's gone too."

Delilah didn't mean to make that as harshly blunt as it came out. One look at Isaac and she instantly felt bad for her tone. He had slightly flinched and retreated. It wasn't a secret that he was still hurting too. It was his child too. And Delilah just needed to put her own pain and anger on the back burner and comfort him as well.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Isaac said softly, not even looking at her.

"No it's-"

Before she could finish, Delilah felt her phone buzz in her back pocket. It was a text message from Scott. She then realized that he wasn't around. Where was he? Anyway, Delilah read the message.

To: Delilah

From: Scott

Delilah, it's Allison. Scott's not healing. I'm trying to stitch him up in the restroom, but he needs actual healing. Can you help me?

"Who is that?" Isaac asked.

"Allison," Delilah answered, "Scott needs my help." She looked up at her boyfriend. "I'll be right back." She gave him a small kiss before running towards the restroom. Isaac watched as she ran, his concern and also unexpected sadness growing stronger.

When Delilah went inside the restroom, her eyes went straight to the grotesque wound on Scott's bare stomach. It seemed to turn black from the blood and veins surrounding it. The teen wolf was sitting next to the sinks while Allison was kneeling in front of him with a needle and thread in her hands.

"Oh my god," Delilah lowered herself next to Allison, "Scott, what the hell happened to you?"

"I had to fight for your son…" Scott breathed out. The hybrid's heart clenched. "He needed to be av… avenged…"

He was struggling to keep his head up but Delilah gripped his chin. "Stay focused, Scott. You saved me now you gotta let us save you." Scott nodded even though his eyes were fluttering shut. "Shouldn't he be healed already?"

"He won't let himself heal," Allison told her, trying to thread the damn needle. Her hands were shaking so bad, reminding Delilah of herself. "I'm hoping if I can stitch him up, I could at least distract him enough for you to heal him yourself." She let out a frustrated scream. "But I can't get this damn thread in!"

"Okay, okay, just relax," Delilah said calmly, "You have to stay strong, alright? For Scott."

Allison started crying. "I keep hearing my mother's voice. She's asking me how do we approach a situation like this."

"And how do you do that?" Delilah asked, hoping she could get the girl in a clear mindset.

"Clinically… and unemotional- unemotionally."

"Don't cry, Allison. You can do this. If anyone can, it's you. Just breathe…" Delilah inhaled and Allison followed suit. Then they exhaled together. "Now try it again."

The girl took a deep breath, letting her new friend's much more gentle voice drown out the icy cold one of her late mother. After composing herself, Allison was able to finally stick the thread in the needle. There was no time left to waste so she immediately began sewing up the gashes on Scott's stomach.

"Stay with me," she kept repeating, "Stay with me."

Even though Delilah knew that she meant Scott, whenever Allison glanced over at her, she also referred to the hybrid as well. Oddly, there was a sense of comfort coming from Delilah that Allison desperately needed while patching up her ex boyfriend. It was probably an empath thing. Delilah could sense this and placed her hand on the huntress's shoulder.

Fortunately it was a quick process and before either of the girls knew it, Scott wounds were all sown up. Allison sighed in relief.

"Okay." She set the needle and thread on the sink. "Scott." She tries to get his attention but when she looks back at him, he might as well be dead. Skin pale, sweat beading down his forehead, motionless. "Scott?" She turned her head so she could hear if there was any breath slipping past his lips. There wasn't. "Scott? Oh, god…"

"Don't panic," Delilah told Allison, "His heart's still beating. Here, let me see if I can heal him now."

She pressed her hand above his heart, disregarding how damp his bare skin was underneath her palm. Normally this would be the part where the purple veins and glow would start to appear as Delilah healed Scott's wound. But no, his body was still refusing to heal. It did, however, make his body spring back to life as he inhaled sharply. Well, that has never happened before. And that jolt of electricity that came from Delilah's hand has never happened before either. It was like one of those defibrillators she had seen from that one hospital show when they try to revive a patient's heartbeat.

Neither Scott nor Allison noticed how quickly the hybrid drew her hand back and inspected it like some sort of witchcraft just came out of her. They were both focused on each other. That was expected.

"It's my fault," Scott said to himself.

"Scott, look at me," Allison told him, caressing his cheek, "It's okay."

Scott looked down at the work his ex girlfriend did on him. "Did you do that?"

"Yeah."

"Nice," he chuckled, making Allison laugh as well. He finally looked behind her over at Delilah. "You okay, Delilah?"

"Uh, yeah," said girl answered, eyes still fixated on her hand, "I think so."

"Can you stand?" Allison asked Scott. He nodded and allowed her to help him up, grunting as he did so. She grabbed a shirt from his bag. "Put this on."

After helping Scott with his shirt, Allison slung his arm over her shoulders as Delilah grabbed his bag so neither of them would have that extra weight on them. She followed them out of the restroom. As soon as the three of them stepped outside, Lydia ran up to them.

"Is he okay?" she asked, "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, Stiles and Natalie," Scott grunted out, "Where are Stiles and Natalie?"

"Trying to stall Coach with Zach." Lydia turned to Allison. "We still don't have gas."

"I'm not leaving him," Allison told her best friend.

"Then we have to leave the car."

"Sounds good."

Lydia stood there with her mouth agape as she watched her best friend pull Scott away. "What? That wasn't an actual suggestion. Allison, wait." She let out a exasperated sigh. "Ah. Screw it."

She turned around to see Delilah clutching onto Scott's bag still and looking down at her feet. When she looked up at Lydia, her eyes were wide and she was practically speechless. They might have some interactions before since they were in the same AP classes, but they never really spent much one-on-one time together. Lydia was intimidating, even though they were always civil towards each other. However, right now, the strawberry-blonde was giving Delilah these eyes that were pitiful. Oh, great. She must know about the miscarriage too. Did everyone know?

Thankfully, Lydia didn't say anything about it. Instead, she just stepped up to Delilah held out her elbow. The hybrid glanced down and the back up at Lydia who just nodded her head. Hesitantly, Delilah hooked her arm with the other girl and they smiled softly at each other before going to find their friends.

Just as they reached Scott and Allison, they noticed a commotion going on right in front of the bus. Students were surrounding something, yelling as they watched what was happening before them. Scott, Allison, Lydia, and Delilah went up to Stiles and Natalie.

"Stiles, Natalie, what's happening?" Scott asked his best friends.

"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."

Fuck. Delilah stopped in her tracks. Isaac knew they killed their son. "Oh, god." 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 had to step in. She ran to her love 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 tried to push her away so he wouldn't hit her before continuing to hit Ethan. "Scott, help me!"

"ISAAC!"

Scott yelling at him finally got Isaac to stop. Breathing heavily, the beta let go of Ethan and looked up at Delilah. The way his face scrunched up made it seem like he was in pain. And judging by the unshed tears flooding his usually beautiful blue eyes, he was. Isaac was hurting. Not only for his dead son, but also from now knowing that the love of his life was in danger and heartbroken just as well. He didn't know what he could do to fix it. Fix her.

What made this entire thing worse was the way Delilah was staring back at him. Almost like she was actually afraid of him. Like Isaac was some kind of monster. The only other time he ever saw Delilah look at him like that was the very first time he had shifted in front of her. That night Isaac had sworn to himself that he would never let Delilah be afraid of him ever again. It looked like he broke that promise.

Once everyone had settled down, they all went back on the bus and hit the road again. Things went quiet again for Isaac and Delilah. He was staring in front of him as she out the window. Just like how it was at the beginning of this trip.

But the one difference? When Isaac tried to hold Delilah's hand, she immediately drew it back and scooted even further away from him. His heart ached at the action. As much as he wanted to come closer to her, Isaac didn't want to push his luck. The only choice he had was just sit there and give his love the space she needed.

How could Delilah be so close to him but still feel so far away?

Uh oh. There seems to be some turbulence within our beloved pair. But I hope you guys 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, Awake and Alive and No One Else! I'll be sure to update soon! Xoxo, Maddie