Sorry it took me a while, but I finally finished this chapter! I'm pretty happy with the way it came out and I hope you guys enjoy it!

WARNING: Self-harm, suicide attempts

Glen Capri Motel.

AKA, the cross country team's home for the night. It was… charming, if Delilah had to put it nicely. But when she says charming, she really means creepy as hell. Her life really had turn into one big thriller. All that was missing was a mysterious innkeeper and the music from those Halloween series. It was safe to say that Delilah was unhappy about this. But what can you do?

While there was no scary music, Coach did blow his shrill whistle. Again. Maybe the Halloween music didn't sound so bad after all.

"Listen up," his voice boomed at his team, "The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up. Choose wisely."

One by one, the students took a key from Coach's hand and walked to their rooms.

"And I'll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants," he called after his students, "Got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!"

Delilah didn't move right away. Instead, she was leaning against the bus, deep into her head. It was only when she felt the bus jerk against her back she finally moved away. Then it drove off to go park somewhere else. Clutching onto her bag tightly, Delilah saw Isaac walk up to her with a key in his hand.

"There's an odd number of us so Coach said it's okay if you share a room with me and Boyd," he told her.

"Okay," Delilah said quietly. She walked past him to follow Boyd to their room.

With a frown, Isaac watched his love walk away. She was never this cold towards him. It was starting to make him nervous. He knew she was still depressed over the past week but now… he knew she was getting worse. That sparkle that was inside Delilah was dwindling. Not even when she was living with her mom and Lawrence was it this bad. And knowing that she could also feel Isaac's own pain was only making her burden heavier. Like he always did, he was going to stick by Delilah's side and be there for her in her time of need.

But the real question was, will it be enough for her? Isaac didn't know, but it wasn't going to stop him from trying. He curled his fingers around the key and went to his room.

Just like they all predicted, the room looked like it was taken straight out of the seventies. Everything was so outdated right from the worn out wallpaper down to the two beds that looked like they had seen some shit. Being in the room made Delilah's skin crawl. Or was something actually crawling on her?

No, wait. That was just a loose hair. She plucked it off her arm and tossed it in the trash.

The boys were courteous to let her shower first. Fortunately the bathroom seemed to be in working condition and the towels were clean enough. Delilah stepped into the shower once the water reached the perfect temperature and began washing away.

As the water rained down on her skin, her eyes remained stone cold as she stared at her feet. Flashbacks of Isaac punching Ethan in the face repeatedly kept popping up in her head. Delilah knew that ever since he became a werewolf he developed a bit of a temper. That was no secret. Never had she ever seen Isaac lose control like that however. Seeing him become so violent like that was terrifying. Not that Delilah ever thought he would lay a hand on her like that. Isaac was not his father. But in that moment where he just kept pounding at Ethan's face with no mercy, the hybrid became scared of her love.

She knew why he did it. Going after the guys that took their baby from them was all Isaac could do to let out his agony. Delilah couldn't blame him for being upset. There had to be another way for him to overcome it though. Like she was trying to figure out herself.

Before she could waste all of the hot water, Delilah turned off the shower and stepped out. She dried herself off quickly and put a pair of clean underwear, the crew neck she had decorated way back when she went to see Isaac play lacrosse for the first time, and black leggings. The towel was wrapped around her shoulders so it could sop up the water from her still wet hair. Her bag was still on the bed Isaac was laying on and she walked over to it, still not making eye contact with her boyfriend.

"Hey, I'm gonna go get some snacks and ice," Boyd announced, holding the ice bucket, "Do you guys want anything?"

"Just some Sour Patch Kids if they have any," Isaac told his fellow pack member.

Boyd turned to the hybrid. "Delilah?"

"I'm okay, thank you," she replied quietly.

Nodding his head, Boyd left the room. Isaac watched as his girlfriend pulled out a toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste. She hadn't said a single word to him ever since they have been in the room and it was driving him fucking crazy. And he couldn't ignore it anymore.

"You're mad at me."

"I'm not mad at you," Delilah told him simply, still going through her bag.

"You know, I may not be an expert on girls," Isaac said, "but I think I have a pretty good judgement of when a girl is mad at me."

"Okay," Delilah shrugged.

Now Isaac was annoyed. "I'm not going to apologize for what happened earlier if that's what you're expecting me to do. And you shouldn't have expected me to just stand back and do nothing."

"What you did was completely irresponsible," the hybrid scolded, throwing her dirty clothes down in bag and finally looking at her boyfriend, "You could have shifted in front of everyone. Do you understand how much trouble you could have been in?"

"Do you think I really care?"

"Well, maybe it's time you start caring."

Isaac stood up. "I don't care about other people, Delilah. I only care about you. I care a shit ton about you and you know it. Why the fuck didn't you tell me that it was the twins that attacked you that night?"

"Because I knew this was how you were going to react!" Delilah exclaimed, "I knew you were going to become so blindsided by your anger that you probably could have killed Ethan if Scott hadn't stopped you."

"And that would have been a bad thing?"

"Exposing yourself to your classmates and risking them finding out that there are freakin' werewolves among them? Yes, that would have been a very bad thing."

"At least one of us is angry," the beta said before he could stop himself.

Delilah furrowed her eyebrows. "What is that supposed to mean?"

"I'm not doubting that you're hurting too," Isaac said, "I know you are, baby. But maybe you need to be a little more angry about this because while you're crying yourself to sleep every night, those fucking twins are just walking around freely like they think they own the place."

Well if he really wanted Delilah to be angry then it was definitely working. Probably not in the way that he had hoped though. Her jaw clenched.

"You don't think I'm angry enough, Isaac?" she accused, "Why? Because I'm not beating up the first person I see? I'm devastated. I'm so fucking furious that our son is gone and that I have to see the two that killed him every day that I don't know how to cope with any of this. So excuse me that my methods are a little bit different than yours."

"So you're really gonna let Aiden and Ethan walk away with no consequences?" Isaac argued, "You're absolutely crazy if you don't think that they shouldn't pay for what they have done to our baby."

"Of course I think they should," Delilah told him. She was on the verge of crying, she could feel it in the back of her throat. "I had a life growing inside of me. A life that you and I created together. The fact that they just took that away from us like it was the easiest thing for them to do makes me go insane up here." She tapped on her head. "But take it from someone like Scott. All violence does is get someone in trouble. Or worse- killed."

Isaac couldn't help the chuckle that bubbled out of his mouth. "God, it always comes back down to Scott. And that's another thing- why did he know about what happened to you before I did?"

"I don't know! I never even told him about it. I didn't tell anyone anything!"

"Are you sure about that?" Isaac asked, "Because I know you two have been all buddy-buddy lately so I'm sure you tell each other everything."

Delilah was getting confused on what the argument was really about. She shook her head and waved her hands.

"Hold on, time out," she said, "What does Scott have anything to do with this?"

It was her turn to laugh darkly the longer she thought about where Isaac was going with this. He could not be serious. She thought she knew him better than that.

"You think Scott and I have a thing for each other."

"I know you don't but it's not much of a secret that he likes you," Isaac replied.

"What?" Delilah scoffed, "No, he doesn't-"

"Don't play dumb, Delilah!" Isaac snapped, making the hybrid flinch. He noticed her retreat from him and he closed his eyes and took a deep breath, trying to remain cool. The last thing he wanted to do was scare his girlfriend no matter how mad he was. "I'm not the only one that can see it. Stiles, Natalie, hell, even Allison can just tell by the way that he looks at you. Like you can do no wrong in his eyes. Like you lighten up the whole room as soon as you walk in. Like you are the most fucking incredible person that's ever lived." He sighed shakily while he ran his fingers through his blond curls. "It's the way that I've always looked at you… and it won't be long until you decide that he's better for you than I am."

How Delilah haven't cried in frustration at this point was astounding to herself. She understood why Isaac was feeling everything he was, she really did. But based off everything that he was telling her… he wasn't really understanding her. After everything they have been through, did he not know one thing about her?

She stepped up to him. "Isaac… I'm in love with you. The only person I want to be with is you. That's how it's been ever since we were kids and that's how it's always going to be. But if after all this time we have been together and after all of the shit we have been through, you still think I'm going to leave you for someone else, it makes me believe that you don't trust me. And if you don't trust me… then this is a very sad night."

His silence spoke volumes. Isaac's eyes remained on his shoes and his arms were crossed in front of his chest. The thickness of the tension in the room was way more than Delilah could handle. She pulled her sandals out of her bag and slipped them on. Then she headed towards the door.

"Where are you going?" she heard Isaac ask, anger no longer present in his voice. It had been replaced with fear.

One hand on the door handle, Delilah turned to look at her love. His eyes were tired, broken… everything she was feeling inside. And she knew he was feeling it too. But she also couldn't breathe if she stayed in that room for one more second.

So she sighed. "I just need to be alone right now."

When she walked out of the room, Isaac sat on the edge on the bed. Breath trembling, he ran his hands over his face. He and Delilah have had disagreements any once in a while, but not once did it ever get this bad. Oh, god, he even yelled at her. That made him kick himself. It was so stupid of him to get mad at her. Isaac didn't want to make her feel worse than she already was. But as much as he wanted to run after Delilah, they both needed to calm down. Otherwise he really might lose her if he pushed her too far.

So he just grabbed the remote and turned on the TV, hoping to distract his mind. Everything became a blur not too far into flipping through the channels. Before he knew it, Isaac had reached channel 198… then 199… 200… 201… As he did this absentmindedly, a mischievous smirk gradually etched onto his face.

Seems like the fight with Delilah had been long forgotten.

The air was brisk as she walked down the halls of the motel. Everyone was in their rooms, probably already sound asleep for the night. Delilah envied them all. Besides Isaac, Boyd, Ethan, Scott and his friends, no one had any idea about all of the shit they have to go through on a daily basis. Everyone around Delilah was either dying or getting hurt and her peers can just live their lives as normal. They could just fall asleep peacefully in this god forsaken eerie motel, not having to worry about whether it was haunted or not. Because now none of her friends could go anywhere without assuming that there was something lurking behind the shadows.

Leaning against the railing, Delilah stopped to take a deep breath. A small part of her was proud of herself for not bursting out into tears. That had to be a first. Because it seemed like all she was good at nowadays was crying. Cry, cry, and cry some more.

God damn it, she was so sick of it! So sick of always being looked at as the weak one because she didn't like violence. Or because she didn't believe that getting angry would solve anything. Maybe she was like Scott in that sense, always wanting to do the morally right thing. Now look at where that has gotten all of them. Derek was dead, Anabelle now might be dead too… and Delilah's baby… he's dead. Her son was dead and despite what everyone else keeps telling her, Delilah knew she was the one to blame.

If only she had fought harder. If only she had been more angry and stronger and faster. If only she actually knew that there was a baby in her belly. Her and Isaac's baby. Maybe he would still be there if Delilah wasn't so fucking weak.

This was all of her fault… everything was her fault.

Delilah didn't know what compelled her to do what she did next but she slipped out of her sandals. Making sure to stay as steady as she could, she swung her leg up so her foot was on top of the railing. She did the same with the other leg, now standing on the railing, the metal cold underneath her bare feet. Then she grabbed the edge of the roof and pulled herself up.

He didn't remember when he fell asleep. Or even shutting the TV off. But he knew that he never saw Delilah or even Boyd come back into the room. It wasn't a comfortable sleep since she wasn't there. Isaac could feel the cool condensation building on his forehead but he tried to ignore it. He tried to ignore how awful he was feeling from not having Delilah there with him.

Until he heard what sounded like metal clanging. Isaac's eyes opened.

"Delilah? Baby?"

There was no response. He was probably just imagining things. Isaac sighed and tried to go back to sleep. However the sounds only got louder and Isaac opened his eyes again. The sounds of footsteps and tools hitting each other increased. Confused, he slowly sat up and scooted towards the edge of the bed. It was so dark and the noises just kept getting louder.

"Hand me the 7/16 wrench."

Wait. The hell… that was his dad. No. It couldn't be. His dad was dead. Then why did he sound so close?

"What the hell?" the voice of his father gritted out, "This is the 9/16, you moron. You know what the difference between a seven and a nine is, dumbass?"

"You know what the difference between a seven and a nine is?" Isaac said, "It's a stripped bolt."

"A stripped bolt," Dave echoed.

Isaac shook his head. "I'm sorry, I didn't... What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to shut up."

"I want you to shut up. Shut up, shut up. What can I do? I can't fix this now. I can't fix this now." Isaac started to tremble and tear up, the frustration with himself getting to him. "I can't fix it. I can't fix it."

Dave groaned. "I can't even keep it closed. Grab the chains."

"What? Grab the chains. Get in. I said, get in."

"Are you not hearing me, son? Get in the damn freezer! Get in!"

Scared out of his mind, Isaac jumped back further into the bed and covered his ears with the pillow. This wasn't real… none of this was real. His dad wasn't his. It was just a bad dream. It had to be a bad dream.

But then he turned onto his back. Isaac wasn't no longer in bed at the motel. No. This was far worse. He was back in his basement. Back in the freezer. He let out a loud and agonizing scream as the door of the freezer slammed shut, locking him inside with no way out.

Cool air smacked Delilah's cheeks, turning them rosy. Her eyes gazed up at the midnight sky, not a star in sight. Just a half moon. At least it wasn't full. God knows that that was the last thing any of them needed tonight.

As Delilah laid on top of the roof, her hand stuck to her stomach, rubbing up and down slowly. Perhaps if she just closed her eyes hard enough, she could hopefully feel a little kick or even a tiny heartbeat. Something to remind her of the baby that once grew inside her. Sadly, there was nothing there. Just complete emptiness. A feeling Delilah had never wanted to feel again ever since leaving her old home.

What would have the old Delilah done back then whenever she felt empty? Whenever she felt alone and had nobody? Before she had Isaac?

Not giving it a second thought, she rolled her sleeves of her sweatshirt down to her elbows. Then she let her claws grow out of her fingertips. As soon as she pressed her nails into her skin, blood already started seeping out. Her breath hitched at the stinging feeling, but it didn't stop her from dragging her claws down her arm. Fuck, she almost forgot about how much relief this always brought her. The pain of harming herself was so simple yet so soothing compare to literally everything else. Watching the deep red blood run down her tan skin was intoxicating, like it was rain on a window. She switched arms, this time cutting even deeper, hoping that this would get the job done.

But when Delilah lifted up her arms to admire her work, the claw marks were already starting to fade. No, no, no! Before she knew it, they were gone, the blood staining her skin being the only evidence of her trying to end her life. The one time she didn't want to heal, God decided to be cruel and make her live.

"Look at you. How pathetic could you actually be?"

She knew that voice. It chilled her to the bone just like how it used to only months ago. Never did Delilah think she would ever hear it again in this lifetime. Now it was like it never left. She could even feel those cold, chapped, and thin lips ghosting over her ear.

"Stupid girl," Lawrence spat at her, "You can't even cut yourself properly. Can't you do anything right?"

"Can't you do anything right?" Delilah gritted out, slicing into her arms again, "You're such a failure. Everything is all your fault. Your fault… your fault…"

"Everything is all your fault, Delilah. What kind of idiot can't tell that they're pregnant?" The monstrous voice laughed. "Maybe it was for the best that your little bastard child died. Isaac would have been just like his own father… just like me."

"Isaac is nothing like you," Delilah argued.

"Oh, but he is."

Feeling a tug on her hair, the hybrid turned her head. She let out a scream when she was met face to face with her late stepfather, or a man that resembled him. The difference between the two was that this Lawrence had skin that was practically blue, indicating that he was in fact dead. If that wasn't proof enough, the bleeding bullet hole in his chest definitely was. Lawrence grinned evilly.

"You saw what he did to Ethan earlier," he continued, "One little thing can cause him to snap. It wouldn't be long until he starts doing the same to you."

Delilah shook her head furiously. "Not true… not true."

"It is true, face it." Lawrence's ghost started to crawl on top of her. She tried to move away but her back hit a wall. There was no way to escape. "If you had that child, Isaac would follow his father's footsteps. And you your mother's. You're already just like her, Delilah- worthless."

"Worthless," the hybrid repeated. Her eyes were shut as she tore at her arms. "Worthless, worthless, worthless-"

"All of your friends see it too. They don't even want your help to save lives. You're the weak link. Spineless. A worthless bitch. You don't deserve your powers. You don't even deserve to be alive."

"Stop, please… please!"

"You're nothing, Delilah. Nothing. Nothing!"

Grabbing onto her wavy brown locks, Delilah let out a screech that was so loud, it shook the entire motel. Or at least it felt like it did. Surprisingly, no one came out of their rooms to see what all the commotion was. It made Delilah wonder if anything actually did happen. Lawrence's ghost had disappeared though. So maybe it was all in her head.

The feeling of being haunted by her trauma still remained. When she looked down at her arms, they were completely covered by rivers of blood. No claw marks though. They had already healed. Delilah let out a cry of frustration and she pounded her fist down on the concrete, breaking a couple of bones in the process. Surely those would fucking heal too.

But Delilah didn't want to heal anymore. She just wanted the pain to end. She wanted the nightmares to disappear for good. The question was how?

Bad. Bad. He had been bad. Isaac was bad.

So bad and he deserved whatever was coming next. That didn't mean he wasn't afraid though. He was always afraid whenever he waited for whatever punishment he was about to receive from his father. Isaac didn't remember how he escaped the freezer, but as soon as he did, he dove under the bed. He didn't even say anything when he heard Boyd come in and out of the room a couple times. Perhaps if he had just stayed still and held his breath, his father wouldn't find him there. He probably would though. His father always found him.

Right now Isaac couldn't tell the difference between reality and imagination. Either way, the amount of terror running through his body took him way back to when Dave was still alive, tormenting him at every chance he had. In the back of his head, Isaac could hear that bellowing voice telling him that he was good for nothing. And maybe he was right. Everything he touched seemed to fall apart.

The only good thing he had was her, but now he might be losing her too. Isaac should have just been a real man and apologized. He might have still been angry about her not telling him the truth about what truly happened that night. But their son was still dead. Nothing could change that even if Isaac put those damn twins six feet under.

Regardless, none of this was worth losing the love of his life, even if he did think Delilah was better off without her. Where the hell was she anyway?

Isaac jumped when he heard the sound of feet running into the room. He curled into the fetal position and covered his head, trying to look as small as possible. All off the yelling and commotion (he was pretty sure that he heard water splashing at some point) was so overwhelming that couldn't help but cry. In that moment, Isaac had become a child again. He just kept praying that Delilah would come find him soon. Or at least he could feel some comfort.

From underneath the bed, he could see ratty Converse sneakers creeping towards his direction. Oh no. They found him. They know! Isaac couldn't tell who it was until the person kneeled next to the bed. They lifted the bottom of the sheet, revealing Natalie's younger brother Zach. While Isaac knew the kid was harmless (childish but harmless nonetheless), the beta still gasped and scooted away, cowering in fright. He must have scared Zach as well because he let out a yell and fell backwards.

The loud noises picked right back up very soon afterwards. Isaac could feel the sweat beading all over his paling skin when he heard a deep growl and a splash. He didn't know what the hell was going on but he just wanted to find Delilah and go home.

Suddenly, the sheet lifted up again. This time, it was Natalie, who seemed to be holding… Isaac was pretty sure that it was a road flare.

"Hey, Isaac," she said, "I got something for you."

She held the road flare up close to his face. The heat on his skin made Isaac let out a loud gasp as he was snapped into reality.

What? What was going on? Why was he hiding underneath the bed?

He crawled out of that spot and stood up. Panting heavily, he took in everyone around him. Standing next to Natalie was Stiles, Zach, and Lydia. Off to the side near the bathroom, Boyd was shirtless and soaking wet. Now Isaac had even more questions. But there was one that he needed the answer to the most

"Delilah," he breathed out, "Where is she? Where's my girlfriend?"

"We don't know," Stiles answered, "We thought she was going to be in here with you."

Shit. "I gotta go find her."

"Take this with you," Natalie told Isaac, holding out an unlit road flare to him. He furrowed his eyebrows. "Trust me. You're gonna need it."

Not trying to waste anymore time, Isaac took the road flare and ran out of there. He still didn't know what was happening, but he needed to get to his love fast before anything could happen to her.

Heights were never really a phobia for Delilah. But as she looked down at the ground from the roof, well, let's just say that it made the list now.

She couldn't back out though. She refused to. Once she conjured up a plan in her head, she had to suck it up and stick with it. No matter how scary or painful it was going to be.

People were going to talk. They were going to say that she took the coward's way out. Just like everyone else did, they were going to say that she was weak. But Delilah didn't care anymore. Maybe they were right. She was weak and a coward. Hopefully if what she was about to do works, she wouldn't be around to hear them talk shit about her.

It wasn't the highest building Delilah had ever seen. Give or take a few feet, it had to be about twenty feet high. Not a large number. Still, Derek died from falling twenty feet. Surely the hybrid would have the same fate. If she was going to land on solid concrete, it had to work. Wow, she was really about to do this. This had to be one of the stupidest ideas that Delilah had ever come up with. It didn't matter. Nothing mattered anymore.

What would Isaac think if he saw her right now? The image of him breaking down and screaming over her dead body was almost enough to make Delilah think twice about this. She knew Isaac would be angry at her for going through with it. He would probably even hate her. The thought alone had Delilah shedding her first tear of the night. It still didn't stop her from stepping onto that ledge and stare down at the ground below her.

Maybe her son would be up there in heaven, waiting to finally meet his mommy. She could just imagine spreading her arms out wide as he would run to her. That had Delilah crying even harder. Her eyes closed as she tried to keep it together. Now was not the time to get emotional. All she had to do was just take one more step and then she would be reunited with her baby.

"I'm so sorry, Isaac," Delilah cried softly. She then lifted her foot so she could jump off the building.

Boom!

A loud and hot explosion made her emerald green eyes snap right back open. What… why was Delilah standing on the roof? When did she even get up here? And where was Isaac? None of it made sense, but all thoughts went out the window when she felt heat from the fire down below hit her face.

Then she lost her balance.

Delilah let out a gasp as she slipped off the roof. Luckily, she was able to grip onto the ledge she was just standing on seconds ago before she could fall to her death. She looked down at what the hell the explosion was from? While she couldn't see exactly what caused it, she did see Scott, Stiles, Natalie, Zach, Allison, and Lydia ducking for cover. None of them seemed to notice her dangling from the building. Delilah wanted to scream for them but no sound came out when she opened her mouth. Now she was scared, especially because she could feel her hands getting sweaty. She tried to use her strength to pull herself up. But her hands were too slick.

And she was forced to let go.

Whatever impact Delilah had expected to embrace didn't come. Instead, she felt a hand grab her arm and she was yanked back up onto the roof. She fell onto her back, breathing heavily as she tried to process what the fuck had just happened. Either way, that was way too close of a call. Delilah turned to thank her savior, but she immediately and swiftly crawled backwards when she saw Ethan standing before her. She stood up as well and stretched her arm out in front of her.

"You," she seethed, "You better stay the hell away from me!"

"Relax, I'm not here to hurt you," Ethan told her.

"Somehow, I'm having a very hard time believing that," Delilah spat. Ethan took a step forward and she took a step back. "Don't you dare come any closer!"

"I'm also not going to ask you for your forgiveness-"

"Good, because you're not getting it."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "Will you just let me talk?" He took a deep breath to compose himself. "Look, I didn't know you were pregnant that night. And I'm pretty sure Aiden didn't know either. We would not have attacked you the way we did if we did know."

"That doesn't excuse the fact that you did attack me and caused me to have a miscarriage," Delilah said.

"I know," the alpha sighed, "And while that wasn't exactly the best recruiting tactic, you still might wanna reconsider joining us. Clearly Derek and his pack can't protect you. You know he might be alive still."

This was certainly news. "He is?"

"So is Anabelle. But Ennis is dead and Kali is looking for revenge. So if you wanna save your own ass, you can join our pack and convince Derek and Anabelle to do the same. Or… we're coming after them. Either way, someone is going to die. And Kali won't hesitate to kill you if she gets the chance."

Unbelievable. He had to be joking.

Chuckling darkly, Delilah shook her head. "You seriously think that after all of the shit you had put me and boyfriend through that I would actually join your pack? How delusional are you guys?"

"I'm just trying to help you," Ethan told her.

"Help me?!" Delilah exclaimed, "You killed my baby! I don't care what you try to pitch at me… but you are the bad guys. Nothing will ever convince me otherwise so you can just forget it."

She went to the ledge of the roof. But then she paused to turned around.

"Here's my advice to you," she growled, "I highly suggest you and your brother never try to fucking approach me or Isaac ever again. Because if you do, then Isaac won't hesitate to try to kill you both… and honestly? I just might let him."

Not waiting for a response from the dumbfounded Ethan, Delilah grabbed onto the ledge and climbed down as carefully as she could. When she hopped down from the ledge onto the second floor of the building, she went to go to her room with Isaac and Boyd so she could let them know that she was okay. But then she heard hollering coming from downstairs. She looked down and saw Isaac running around and calling her name. Delilah bolted down the stairs.

"Delilah!" Isaac called out, cupping his hands around his mouth, "Baby, where are you? Delilah!"

"Isaac!"

Said boy spun around and let out the biggest sigh of relief when he saw his love running towards him. He let her halfway in front of the bus and they crashed into each other in a bear hug.

"Oh, thank god!" he cried out, cradling the back of her head, "Where the hell have you been? Are you okay?"

"I'm okay, I promise," Delilah told him, breathing in his scent that instantly calmed her down. When they pulled away, she tilted her head when she saw what was in Isaac's hand. "Is that an emergency road flare?"

Isaac looked down. "Oh, yeah. That's kind of a long story. One that I still don't really know myself." His eyes shifted to his girlfriend's arms and grew sad when he saw the dried up blood coating them. "Baby…"

"Don't worry about it," Delilah assured him. She pushed her sleeves down. "I'm okay."

When he sighed, the hybrid thought Isaac was going to lecture her about her harming herself. But instead he just pulled her back into his arms and held her tightly. He cried softly into her shoulder.

"I'm so sorry, Delilah," he apologized, "I didn't mean to be upset with you…"

"You have nothing to apologize for," Delilah said. She swiped her thumb over Isaac's cheek. "I'm the one who should be apologizing. I should have told you about Aiden and Ethan earlier."

"That doesn't matter anymore. I'm just glad you're safe." Isaac pressed a short yet loving kiss on his love's lips. "Let's get your arms cleaned up so we can finally get some sleep."

After washing the blood off her arms with a bottle of water she got from the vending machine, the young couple met with Scott, Stiles, Natalie, Zach, Allison, Lydia, and Boyd. Delilah learned that whatever had happened to her that night also happened to the other werewolves, including Ethan. They all believed it had something to do with the motel which didn't surprise her one bit. Since neither of them didn't want to take the risk in sleeping in their assigned rooms, they decided to just spend night on the bus, some paired together and others sleeping separately.

Of course, Isaac and Delilah chose to be together. He had her laying down with her head in his lap since she was small enough to fit. One arm was draped over her waist as his own head rested against the window. It was necessarily comfortable for Isaac, but Delilah's comfort will always come before his.

The next morning, Coach was surprised and annoyed to find the group of teenagers asleep on the bus. He rolled his eyes.

"I don't want to know," he bellowed, waking the troupe up, "I really don't want to know, but in case you missed the announcement, the meet's cancelled, so we're heading home. Pack it in. Pack it in!"

Delilah rubbed her eyes and sat up, this time resting her head on Isaac's shoulder. She held onto his arm as she snuggled even close to him. This made Isaac want to smile. But then he remembered seeing all of the blood on Delilah's arms just hours ago. While he didn't know exactly what happened to her last night, he was pretty sure his love had cut herself for the first time in months. Isaac couldn't say whether it was from whatever haunted the motel or not, but that didn't make his heart break less.

"Hey," he whispered. Delilah let out a small hum to let him know that she was listening. "Are you sure that you're okay?"

The hybrid looked up at her love. "Yeah. Of house."

"I was just thinking… if there's anything you need to talk about or if you just want to talk… don't be afraid to come to me. Okay, baby?"

"Okay," Delilah nodded.

Isaac kissed the top of her head. "I love you to the moon and back."

"I love you to the moon and back."

Her eyes fluttered shut once again, still sleepy. Delilah might not have been so sure herself on whether she was really okay. But Isaac didn't need to know that right now. Right now, she just wanted to sleep. Gripping onto Isaac's arm, Delilah dozed off as the bus finally started up, ready to take these kids home.

I hope you guys enjoyed this chapter! PLEASE leave a review and let me know what you think! Also please check out my other two stories in the saga, Awake and Alive and No One Else! Reviews motivate me to update faster but I will continue to write regardless. I'll be sure to update soon! Xoxo, Maddie