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Shape Shifted:
I walked into the abandoned train depot holding a box in my arms filled with miscellaneous items that I wouldn't to put in the train car that I had claimed as my own. I was wearing a Wine Short Sleeve Peplum Top, black pocket jegging, SAINT LAURENT Tribute 2 pumps and Dorothy Perkins Mixed red and gold bangle pack with my long brunette hair in a side fishtail braid. I hummed to myself as I made my way down the two metal cases of stairs and into the main area of the depot as though I owned it. My high heels clicked on the concrete floors so that anyone in the building could hear my arrival but I could tell by the number of heart beats that the place was empty except for one. I walked straight to the last train car on the right and up the steps so that I could see the single mattress on the floor, the set of empty dressers and the trunk that was sitting at the end of the mattress. I smiled slightly to myself as I set the box I was carrying down on the makeshift bed and looked around the small room that was now my own. It would be nice to have a place that wasn't right under the prying nose of my twin brother so that I could relax without having him nosing around. I heard the shuffling of feet on the other side of the depot as who I presumed was Derek made their way towards my train car. I moved over to the box on the mattress and starting gathering items in my hands so that I could semi-decorate the area to my liking. I placed a purple photo frame that contained a photograph of me and my late best friend Cora Hale on top of the dress just as I felt a familiar presence in the doorway.
"What are you doing?" I heard Derek ask me stiffly from the doorway to my train car so I smiled a half-smile and turned around to face him with a hand on my hip.
"I'm high-jacking a train car." I told him sternly as I subtly took in his rigid posture as he leaned on the doorframe with his arms crossed over his broad chest.
"No, you're not." He counted as he shook his head at me and I smiled wider in amusement as I took a step towards him with my head tilted to the side slightly.
"Yeah, it was more of a statement than a question." I said with an innocent shrug of my shoulders as I grasped both hands behind my back and took another step closer to him. I noticed his greyish green eyes discreetly survey my movements and I smirked when I heard his heart beat slightly rise as he looked me over before going back to its normal rhythm.
"You've made it clear that you don't want to be in my pack so why should I let you have a train car?" he asked me as he stood up from his lounged position on the doorframe and I nodded my head slowly as I pretended to think it over.
"That's a good point." I conceded thoughtfully as I slowly took another step towards him so that we were only a few feet apart now. "Well, you could think of me as an independent contractor."
"How so?" he questioned me with an amused ghost of a smile that made me smirk back at him as I took another step closer to where he stood looking more relaxed now than before.
"I'm not pack but I can help you with pack business occasionally." I suggested carefully as I raised a perfectly sculpted at him with a small smile playing on my lips and he hummed in acknowledgement to my offer as he took a small step closer to me.
"So, what would being an 'independent contractor' involve exactly?"
"Well, for starters, I get a train car." I pointed out with a cheeky smile as I gently bit down on my lower lip seductively and I watched as Derek's gaze shifted to my lip at the movement.
"If you're going to be involved in the pack then there's something you should know…" Derek told me as his relaxed demeanour suddenly changed back to his normal serious one and I immediately felt my own playfully attitude dissolve. "I gave Jackson the bite."
"What?" I asked dumbly as my whole body froze in surprise at his words and he just nodded slowly at me so I blinked repeated to clear my head. I couldn't believe that Jack had gotten the bite and not told me about it but then again it did explain why he was so chirpy the day before.
"I gave him the bite but it didn't take."
"But if the bite doesn't take, don't you die?" I asked him quietly as the ramifications slowly dawned on me and warm tears invaded my eyes but I refused to get them fall so I closed my eyes to count to ten in my head before opening them again.
"I don't know because both Lydia and Jackson didn't change after being bitten." Derek told me in frustration and I slowly let out the breath I didn't know I had been holding as I processed his words.
"Okay…" I said slowly as I nodded my head and looked up at Derek's questioning gaze. I offered him a small half-smile as I accepted what he had told me without any more questions or complaints and finally allowed my playful nature to slip back into my stance. Derek must have seen the change in my expression because a ghost of a smile passed over his face before he gave me an apologetic look.
"That's not all." He stated regretfully and I stifled a groan because I was getting tired of the pack talk getting in the way of my fun but I waved a hand in the air for him to go on with what he was saying before I snapped with all the built up tension. "I already gave another kid the bite as well."
"Who?" I asked him curiously as I tilted my head to the side and looked at him with questioning eyes because I knew that he was only going to offer the bite to teenagers whose lives would be benefited from the bite. The last thing either of us wanted was another person like Scott who all saw the bite as a curse instead of a blessing.
"Some kid who works in the graveyard." Derek informed me carelessly with a shrug of his broad shoulders and my head immediately snapped up at his words.
"Isaac? Isaac Lahey?" I asked him disbelievingly as I felt my eyes widen in shock and Derek frowned at me in confusion as he nodded his head in confirmation. "Why would Isaac's life be better with the bite?"
"You don't know?" he asked me in surprise as his dark eyebrows rose to his hairline and I quickly shook my head at him. "His dad beats him."
"No." I whispered to myself in denial but I knew that it wasn't a lie because I could hear Derek's heart beat keep a steady rhythm as he spoke. I shook my head in denial as hot tears sprung to my eyes and I curled my hands into fists as anger surged through body in a wave white hot rage. I didn't know who I was most angry at in that moment because I was furious at Mr Lahey for doing it in the first place, at Isaac for not telling anyone but most of all I was livid at myself for not noticing all the little signs. I turned away from Derek's intense gaze as red clouded my vision and I felt my knees go weak as the fury inside of me threatened to erupt at any second. I felt a strong arm wrap around my waist to restrain me from going after Isaac's father as I struggled against their hold.
"Calm down." A stern masculine voice ordered me and I felt the need to attack immediately drain out of my body so I sagged against the arm that was still wrapped around my waist. I took a deep breath as I closed my eyes tightly and counted to ten in my head to get my heart rate back to normal so that I was in control. I opened my eyes slowly as I let out a long breath and found myself looking into concerned greyish green eyes so I quickly wiped the remaining tears from my cheeks as I nodded that I was alright now to Derek. I looked around my surroundings and saw to my surprise that I was now in another part of the abandoned depot other than my train car. This car looked similar to mine in the fact that it was clearly also used as a bedroom because of the single mattress that was lying in the middle of the room and the dresser drawers on the wall. I was currently sitting on top of what appeared to be an old desk on the back wall across from the bed with Derek standing in front of me in between my legs. When I finally noticed our proximity to each other my heart picked up a little as I quirked an eyebrow at Derek in silent question as why I was in this room instead of my own. "You lost control and I had to stop you from leaving the depot." He explained to me calmly and I nodded my head in understanding as I looked down in shame that I had lost control so easily. Derek must have seen the look on my face because he tentatively lifted my chin so that I was forced to meet his reassuring gaze with my own. "You're still young and it's a full moon tonight. It's totally understandable. It's actually quite impressive that you held on as long as you did after receiving such bad news."
"Thanks." I muttered softly under my breath as I relaxed my rigid posture and he nodded at my words. That was when I noticed the lack of space between the two of us and subconsciously bit my lower lip as the tension I had been feeling still I turned increased. Derek's gaze was immediately drawn to my lip and I leaned forward slightly so that there were only a few inches between our chests. The hand that was still gently holding my chin slowly cupped my right cheek and the other one found its way to my left hip so that his finger's softly dug into my skin. My own hands slid up his muscular chest feeling the toned abs underneath his thin grey shirt until they stopped so that I gripped his shirt gently but firmly. I smiled a coy half-smile as we both leaned in slowly at the same time until our noses were brushing in each barely and I parted my lips to lean in the rest of the way.
"Derek? Derek!" I heard Isaac's panicked voice calling out from the main area of the train depot so I leant back and groaned at the inconvenient timing. Derek's hand immediately dropped from my face and I glanced up at him to see the flash of disappointment and irritation that Isaac's interruption caused. I sighed in defeat as ran a hand over my messed up hair and then pushed on Derek's chest to get him to move back a step so that I could jumped down from the desk I was sitting on. I straightened my shirt that was crooked as Derek sighed and headed towards the door to see what Isaac was so worried about.
"What's wrong?" I heard Derek ask the younger boy grimly with a hint of exasperation in his voice as I shook my head to clear it of any leftover anger or whatever that was with Derek.
"My dad. I think he's dead." Isaac explained to the Alpha with fear coating his voice as I stepped out of the train car with concerned frown but inside I was silently glad for the turn of events. Isaac's gaze snapped around to face me when I appeared in the doorway and he frowned in confusion as to why I was there. "Sophie?"
"Hi, Isaac." I greeted him with a warm smile as I stepped down the steps to stand next to Derek and I heard Isaac's heart jump a little when his name came from my lips.
"What did you do?" Derek interrupted whatever questions Isaac was about to ask sharply and Isaac's head looked back at the older werewolf immediately.
"That's the thing. It wasn't me."
"You really don't remember anything?" Allison asked Lydia as we three of us were walking up the path way to the front door of the on Lydia's first day back since she had gotten out of hospital. I was on the left in a navy blue Warehouse Ruffle Neck Pegleg Jumpsuit, TOUCH Patent peep-toe shoes, a FOREVER 21 Layered Faux Stone Fringe Necklace and Coast Madison Earrings with my long brunette locks curled lightly and left hanging free around my shoulders while Lydia walked in the middle and Allison strolled on her other side.
"They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying "We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days." But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds." Lydia told us as we came to a stop at the top of the stairs and she smirked happily as she gestured at her thin body. I laughed with her lightly as Allie chuckled softly before touching the strawberry blonde's arm sympathetically before offering her a pitying smile and I internally grimaced because I knew exactly what Lydia thought of pity.
"Are you ready for this?" Allie asked her gently as Lydia's pretty green eyes narrowed slightly and I frowned at them both as I took a step back in case there was any violence.
"Please. It's not like my aunt's a serial killer." Lydia replied pointedly with a scoff before spinning on her heel and opening the double doors to the school. I stepped up next to a shocked Allison and patted her arm comfortably as she shook her head in disbelief.
"Yeah, Lydia doesn't like pity." I told the stunned brunette with a small sympathetic smile before following Lydia into the school with Allie finally shaking off her surprise and following me. The three of us walked in the front doors and all of the students that were in the lobby froze to stare at us as we paused in surprise. Lydia looked around the room at all the people with wide green eyes while Allie nervously tucked a loose piece of hair behind her ear and I smirked confidently on Lydia's other side.
"Maybe it's the nine pounds." I heard Allison whisper to Lydia condescendingly and I smirked wider in pride at the girl's ability to defend herself subtly against Lydia's bitchy attitude. Allison's words must have had an effect on the short girl because she suddenly straightened her back and flipped her long hair over her shoulder before strutting down the hall like she owned it. I smiled widely at Allison behind Lydia's back before we both followed the self-proclaimed queen bee and then I remembered that I had first period free so I turned to face Allison.
"I just remembered that I have first period off so I'm gonna go watch the lacrosse practice." I informed her with a warm smile and she nodded back at me in understanding before I went in the other direction towards the lacrosse field. I wanted to watch Scott and Stiles practice but also wanted to keep an eye on Isaac because he was still brand new at being a werewolf and I didn't want him to lose control on the field like Scott had nearly done so many times before. I walked out towards the lacrosse field just in time to see my twin brother ram into one of the other players and I paused for a second with wide eyes as Coach walked up to Scott.
"Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal." He reprimanded my brother as the other player hurried off of the field and Scott stood up in front of him.
"Yes, coach." I heard Scott say with my werewolf hearing before darting back into the goal box and I frowned in confusion because I knew that Scott hated playing goalie.
"Let's try it again." Coach called loudly to the team before he blew his whistle shrilly and I had grimaced at the sharp sound as I walked over to the bench on the sidelines. I watched Coach throw the ball to one of the players at the front of the line and then the player ran towards the goal but Scott sprinted towards them at the same time and they collided in the middle of the field. Scott crouched down at the last minute and the other player was propelled through the air only to land on their back on the hard ground.
"What the hell, man?" the player whose voice I recognised as Matt complained to Scott as my brother crouch down neat his head and I squinted my eyes in disbelief when it looked like he was sniffing Matt.
"What the hell?" I repeated Matt's words in confusion as I watched Coach approach the two of them on the field.
"My bad, dude." Scott apologised to Matt as he stood up from his crouch and jogged back to the goalie box as Matt got up from the ground.
"McCall! The position's goal keeper. Not goal abandoner." Coach scolded him in annoyance as Scott danced back into the goal and I scrunched my face up in bewilderment.
"Sorry, coach."
"Let's go!" Coach ordered the team again as he blew the whistle shrilly and tossed the ball to the next player. I held my breath as the player ran towards Scott at the same time as my brother sprinted towards him and then they hit each other at the same time. "Stilinski, what the hell is wrong with your friend?"
"Uh, he's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward and if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven." I heard Stiles say to Coach as I watched in horror as Scott sniffed another on the ground and then run back to the goalie box.
"That's interesting. Let's fire it up." Coach demanded as he once again blew the whistle and a piercing screech filled the air as Danny caught the ball that was thrown at him. I gritted my teeth as I watched Scott and Danny smash into each other in the middle of the field.
"It's Armani." I heard Danny say from all the way on the sideline thanks to my werewolf hearing and I quirked an eyebrow at the two of them.
"Huh?" Scott asked in confusion at Danny's words and I rolled my eyes at his hopelessness.
"My aftershave. It's Armani. It was a gift from Sophie."
"Oh. It's nice." Scott told him politely as he stood up from on top of Danny and then offered the other player his hand to help him up from the ground.
"McCall! You come out of that goal one more time and you'll be doing suicide runs till you die. It'll be the first ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide. Got it?" Coach asked cheerfully as Scott jogged back to the goal and Danny walked off of the field.
"Uh, coach, my shoulder's hurting. I'm gonna - I'm gonna sit this one out." Jackson called out to Coach when he realised that he was next in line and then he slowly strolled over to the sidelines where I was sitting. He smiled at me warmly as he sat down next to me but I pointedly ignored him because I was still pissed that he didn't tell me that Derek had given him the bite. "Hey, Soph."
"I hate you." I told him calmly as I watched Scott line up at the goalie net again and then I noticed who was next in line. "Oh, crap."
"What?" Jack asked me in concern as he looked out to the field with a frown but I continued to ignore him as I watched Isaac and Scott go head to head on the field. I heard a growl coming from the field but I couldn't tell which werewolf it was coming from. Both boys stared at each other as they ran and then collided in the middle of the grass so I stood up from my seat as I watched with wide eyes. Scott and Isaac were crouched down opposite each other when I heard the distant sound of radio chatter coming from behind me so I turned my head in time to see four police officers including Sheriff Stilinski approaching the lacrosse field. Coach blew his whistle again to call all the players off the field so that he could talk to the police with Isaac so when everyone was off in their own little groups I quickly ran over to where Scott and Stiles were huddled together away from everyone else.
"What the hell was that?" I hissed at Scott angrily as I approached them and they both looked at me guilty as I crossed my arms over my chest.
"There's another werewolf here." Stiles told me after looking a Scott for permission and I raised an eyebrow at them in question. "You don't look surprised."
"That's because I'm not. You're talking about Isaac, yeah?"
"Why didn't you say anything?" Scott asked me in an angry hiss and I frowned at him in confusion as I scrunched my eyebrows together.
"Why would I tell you that?" I asked him in bewilderment as I looked over at Isaac just as he was looking over at me so I gave him a slight smile and a reassuring nod of my head.
"His father's dead. They think he was murdered." Scott explained to Stiles after shaking his head at me in exasperation while I was reassuring Isaac.
"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asked him in concern as my head snapped up so that I could listen to the conversation more clearly because I needed to know that as well.
"I'm not sure, why?"
"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours." I informed Scott knowingly and Scott and Stiles both turned to look at me in question as to how I knew that so I rolled my eyes at them. "I may or not have been locked in a holding cell. A few times."
"For doing what?" Stiles asked me curiously with an edge of awe in his voice but I just chuckled lightly and shook my head at him.
"Can they hold him like, overnight?" Scott asked us both and I nodded my head in confirmation as I frowned in worry.
"During the full moon." Stiles added unnecessarily to the conversation so I glared at him for not being helpful but he just shrugged innocently at me.
"How good are these holding cells at holding people?"
"People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good." I concluded as the three of us watched Isaac get escorted from the school by the Sheriff.
I was sitting in chemistry class across from Danny as I tried to focus on my notes instead of the fact that Jackson wasn't in his usual seat next to me but the worry that the gnawing at my stomach intensive as I subtly listened in to Scott and Stiles conversation.
"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" I heard Scott whisper to his best friend in confusion as I tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear so that I could hear them better. I had sent a quick but frantic text message to Derek from my cell phone before class to let him know that the newest member of his pack was being detained at the police station so I wasn't too worried that he would still be there for the full moon because I knew that Derek would just break him out if he had to.
"Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you it could kill you. And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving." Stiles suggested quietly so that the humans around them couldn't overhear what they were saying about supernatural entities.
"Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?" my brother asked hopefully as I made a mental note to educate him on the inner working of the legal system if he was going to be spending so much time breaking the law.
"Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness. Wait." Stiles said in realisation before turning around in his seat to face me and Danny. "Danny. Where's Jackson?"
"In the principal's office talking to your dad." My friend answered him as though it was obvious and I quit trying to remain covert as I looked up from my notes in confusion as to why Jack would be talking to the cops.
"What? Why?" I asked in surprise as I let worry leak into my voice and Danny looked at me with a surprised raise of his eyebrow.
"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac."
"Witness." I heard Scott say to Stiles under his breath as Danny turned back to his notes on the table in front of him and I looked over at my brother and Stiles in panic because I knew that whatever Jack would say to the cops would give Isaac motive.
"We gotta get to the principal's office." I mumbled lowly so that only Scott would be able to hear me with his werewolf hearing and I saw him nod his head subtly in agreement from the corner of my eye.
"How?" he asked me softly as I bit my lower lip thoughtfully before my eyes widened with an idea and I ripped a blank page out of my note book.
"Everyone please turn to page 73." Mr Harris was saying at the front of the class as he wrote on the whiteboard with his facing us students so scrunched the blank paper up into a makeshift ball and aimed it directly at his head. I grinned in accomplishment as it hit the back of his head and he quickly spun around on his heel to glare at us all. "Who in the hell did that?" he asked in a demand as his gaze swept over the whole classroom for the perpetrator. I quickly pointed a perfectly manicured finger at Stiles while he pointed directly at Scott across from him and my brother aimed his finger accusingly in my direction. "Principal's office, all of you." He ordered us sternly and the three of us immediately gathered our things before practically sprinting out of the room. Scott, Stiles and I sat patiently outside the new principal's office and as we waited for him Scott and I used our werewolf hearing to listen in on Jackson's interview with the Sheriff.
"Listen to me, you're telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?" I heard John ask my best friend sceptically and I curled my hands around the plastic arms of the chair I was sitting in as I awaited his answer.
"Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him." Jackson replied in his usual cocky voice and I gripped the armrests harder as my anger started to grow at his blatant lack of compassion.
"Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, parents, anyone?"
"Nope. It's not my problem." He said to John dismissively as my fingers squeezed the plastic out of shape but I wasn't really paying attention to anything other than the conversation behind the door.
"No, no, of course not. You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it." John informed Jackson pointedly as his voice rang with disapproval and contempt at the teenagers' actions.
"Yeah. Wait, what?"
"I think we're done here." I heard John say as someone tapped my shoulder to get my attention and I turned my head to look at Scott in question but he just pointed down to where my hands were gripping the armrests. I looked down at my hands and gasped out loud when I saw that I had bent the plastic out of shape with my bare hands. I quickly removed my fingers from the armrest and tried my best to remodel them as they were before just as John walked out of the door to the office and Stiles tried to hide behind a magazine to avoid his father. I sat up straighter in my seat as I smiled slightly when Sheriff Stilinski stepped into view and he paused in front of us as he frowned his sons ridiculous attempt at hiding from him. "Hi, Sophie, Scott."
"H - yeah." Scott stuttered nervously in greeting as I smiled brightly at the Sheriff and then John looked pointedly at Stiles to see if he would stop hiding but then just rolled his eyes and left when Stiles made no move.
"Kids." An unfamiliar male voice called to us from the office doorway and I turned to see a creepy looking older gentleman with balding white hair standing in the frame. "Come on in."
"That's Allison's grandfather." Scott whispered to me discreetly as all three of us stood up and my eyes widened slightly in recognition because both Scott and Derek had informed me that the oldest Argent was in town and aiming to kill all werewolves. I followed my brother and Stiles in the small principal's office as I tried to control my breathing so that the veteran werewolf hunter wouldn't pick up on my panic. I sat down in between Scott and Stiles as Mr Argent smiled creepily at us and then sat down at the desk in the middle of the room to look through a manila folder.
"Sophie McCall. Straight A student, a member of the Latin club, the yearbook committee and the French club. You speak fluent French, Miss McCall?" Mr Argent asked me in delighted surprise as he looked up at me from the folder and I gave him a small fake smile in return.
"Oui, monsieur. J'ai étudié la langue puisque j'avais dix ans." I replied in fluent French as Scott and Stiles both gaped at me in awe and I shifted uncomfortably with all the attention solely on me.
"Ah! Très bien, Mlle McCall." Mr Argent said to me in French as he smiled at me in amusement and I ducked my head at the praise even though it had come from a hunter. "Scott McCall. Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete. Mr Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurricular. Maybe you should try lacrosse."
"Oh, actually I'm already – " Stiles started to correct him with a proud smirk on his lips but Mr Argent but him off as he looked at Scott.
"Hold on. McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."
"We were dating but not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other - At all." Scott lied horribly as his deep brown eyes widened in panic and I raised an eyebrow at his lack of ability to lie.
"Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth." The older man quipped in amusement as he watched my brother flounced and I chuckled lightly at his words.
"Just a hard breakup."
"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me. Now listen, guys. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."
"Heh, is that so?" Stiles asked sarcastically as he glanced at me and Scott and I had to press my lips together in a line to stop the giggles that threatened to erupt at the irony.
"However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So unfortunately someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention." Mr Argent informed us sternly and we all looked over at Stiles who was lounging in his seat not even paying attention to us all until he noticed that no one was talking anymore. He looked up at me and my brother who were both giving him pleading eyes and then sighed in defeat as he slumped even more in his seat. A couple of minutes later, Scott and I were running towards the front door of the school but were too later because Isaac was already being taken away in the back of a police car which I knew from experience was very uncomfortable. I sighed in annoyance as I ran a hand through my messy hair and Scott clenched his fists in defeat just as a familiar sleek black Camaro pulled up in front of the school.
"Finally." I muttered to myself as I started to head towards Derek's car but Scott's hand shot out to grab my arm to stop me from walking any further.
"Get in." Derek ordered both of us and I tried to walk towards him again but Scott still had a hold of my arm.
"Are you serious? You did that. That's your fault." Scott accused the older werewolf angrily as Derek looked down guiltily before glancing back up to meet my brother's eye.
"I know that. Now get in the car and help me."
"No, I've got a better idea. I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up." Scott yelled at him as he waved his arms in the air and accidently let go of my arm so I quickly made my way over to the passenger side of Derek's car before he could stop me again.
"Not when they do a real search of the house." Derek replied irritably as I opened up the passenger door and slid into the seat gracefully.
"What do you mean?" I asked him curiously as I let wariness fill my voice and Derek looked at me quickly before glancing back at Scott because he was the twin that needed convincing.
"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse. A lot worse." He informed us both as empathised the last three words for Scott but my brother still didn't move from his spot in the middle of the path so I threw my head back on the headrest in annoyance.
"Scott, just get in car. We all know that you have a hero-complex that will get you in here eventually so let's just skip to the end. Don't get me wrong, I love your hero-complex. It goes great with your martyr-complex but at the moment we really don't have time for your dramatics so get your ass in the car. Now." I demanded sternly as I gaze at my brother sharply and I saw him swallow heavily as he nodded jerkily before walking towards the car. I sighed as I rolled my eyes at my brother's behaviour as I looked towards the front of the car as Scott climbed in the backseat of the Camaro. Scott closed the door to the car but when we didn't move in the slightest, I glanced over at Derek in confusion only to find him stare at me intently. "Drive." I ordered him as though it was obvious and he snapped out of whatever trance he was in as he looked back at the road.
"If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?" Scott asked as the three of us stepped into the darkened Lahey house with a flashlight and I quietly shut the front door behind us before following after Derek and Scott.
"I don't know yet." Derek answered him honestly as we walked deeper into the house with only the flashlight and our werewolf sight to see by.
"Then how do you know he's telling the truth?"
"Because I trust my senses. And it's a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell." The older werewolf told him pointedly as he glanced at me and then back at Scott in disapproval.
"You saw the lacrosse thing today." Scott stated rather than asked with embarrassment lacing his voice as he came to a stop in the middle of the living room and I gave him a sympathetic pat on the back as I strolled past him.
"No, actually Sophie told me." Derek admitted to him and my brother's gaze snapped around to me where I was in front of the two guys.
"Did it look that bad?" he asked me softly and I scrunched up my nose in distaste as I remembered the events of that afternoon.
"Yeah." I told him as I nodded my head at him and he hung his head with a sigh as Derek clapped him on the shoulder. I smiled slightly as Derek let go Scott's shoulder and walked towards the other end of the house as though he had been there a thousand times before so I quickly followed after him with Scott behind me. The older werewolf came to a stop in front of a door where he waited for me and my brother to catch up to him and then he opened the door to reveal a set of steep stairs that lead down.
"You wanna learn? Let's start now." Derek said to both of us softly as he held the door open for us and I took a hesitant step down on to the first step because I got an awful sensation in my stomach as I looked down the stairs.
"What's down there?" I heard Scott ask Derek but all my focus was on the stairs as I opened up all my senses to the room and felt a wave of despair wash over me.
"Motive." Derek answered my brother's question and I glanced up from the dark space below me to make eye contact with a pair of unreadable greenish grey eyes. I swallowed my nerves as I turned back around to face the dark room below me before stepping down the remaining stairs slowly with Scott trailing after me.
"And what am I looking for?" I vaguely heard Scott ask as I reached the bottom of the stairs to see a room filled with random objects. I closed my eyes for a second before opening them again and letting my entire set heightened werewolf senses take over so that I could follow them. My feet began moving of their own accord as I moved like a zombie towards what appeared to be a double wide freezer in the corner of room. I stopped next to dirty off white freezer and ran my hand gently over the lid as the dust unsettled in a cloud of dirt.
"What happened down here?" I whispered to myself as Scott came and stood next to me silently as he too looked at the freezer in front of us.
"The kind of thing that leaves an impression. Open it." Derek said as he appeared on my other side with the flashlight in hand and I looked once at Scott before I put my hand on the open lock hanging on the freezer. Scott's hand joined mine as I lifted opened the lid and gasped in horror when I saw the distinct impression of fingernail scratches clawed into the sides and lid of the freezer. I felt hot tears spring to my eyes as I realised the extent of what had been happening to my friend without me even noticing. I was still staring at the marking in horror when Scott slammed the lid closed to block my view but the etchings were engraved in my mind.
"This is why he said yes to you." Scott stated in realisation and anger as I discreetly wiped away a fallen tear from my cheek.
"Everyone wants power."
"If we help you, then you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into werewolves." Scott scolded the Alpha werewolf and I rolled my eyes at my brother naivety as I took a few steps away to distance myself from the freezer.
"I can if they're willing." Derek counted pointedly as he quickly glanced at me and then back at my brother.
"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?"
"Yes, and he still asked."
"Then he's an idiot." Scott declared sternly and I scoffed at him in disbelief as I took a step closer to Derek to silently signal where my opinion rested.
"And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter." I argued with Scott and he gave me a look that told me to shut up about it in front of Derek so I rolled my eyes at him again.
"I already knew about you Alison, Scott. Yeah. I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out? You saw what happens to an omega. With me, you learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you learn control. Even on a full moon." Derek said to Scott as he held Scott half-transformed hand as evidence and I quickly looked down at my own hands to make sure in hadn't missed any big changes in my appearance. "Look at Sophie. I've been training her and she hasn't changed at all on her first full moon."
"If I'm with you, I lose her." Scott said to Derek firmly as he snatched his hand back from the Alpha without looking at me because he knew that he was right when he said I hadn't changed.
"You're gonna lose her anyway. You know that." Derek said to him before turning and starting to head towards the door so I gave Scott a sad smile before I headed that way as well because I wanted to help Isaac.
"Wait." Scott called out to us when we were halfway to the stairs and we both turned to look at him curiously. "I'm not part of your pack. But I want him out. He's my responsibility too."
"Why? Because he's one of us?" Derek asked him sardonically as I quirked an eyebrow at my brother in question and Scott shook his head at Derek's guess.
"Because he's innocent."
Derek, Stiles and I pulled to a stop in the Stiles' beat up light blue jeep outside the Beacon County Sheriff Station and I leaned in between the two front seats from the backseat to see a female police officer working the front desk.
"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk." Stiles stated as he turned off the car's ignition and turned slightly in his seat to talk to Derek and I while I nodded my head in agreement.
"I'll distract her." Derek suggested simply as he went to get out of the car but Stiles grabbed onto his leather jacket covered arm to stop him from even opening the door.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa - you? You're not going in there." Stiles declared to him as I quirked an eyebrow at him and Derek glanced at his face and then his hand on his arm before looking back at Stiles' face. "I'm taking my hand off."
"I was exonerated."
"You're still a person of interest." Stiles pointedly out to him in exasperation and I cocked my head to side as I realised that this was going to be a long argument.
"An innocent person."
"An - you? Yeah, right!" the skinny human exclaimed with a chuckled on the end but Derek just stared at him intensely as he shrugged his broad shoulders. "Okay, fine. What's your plan?"
"To distract her." Derek repeated as though Stiles was an idiot which he kind of was but I smirked at them both because I already knew where this was going.
"Uh - huh. How? By punching her in the face? Unh." Stiles questioned him sarcastically as I ran a hand through my hand and shook my head at their wasting time.
"Heh, by talking to her."
"Okay, all right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?" Stiles asked him and I watched as Derek did nothing but stare at the human in irritation for a minute. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"
"I'm thinking about punching you in the face." Derek told him innocently and I chucked lightly as I leaned forward in between the seats so that I could end the argument before it took even longer.
"I've gotta side with Derek on this one, Stiles. If that officer has even the slightest hint of oestrogen in her body, this will definitely work." I informed the duo pointedly and they both grimaced at my words as they climbed out of the car before I grinned in amusement as I followed them out. Derek walked in the station first as Stiles and I crept in behind him and waited for him to distract the officer guarding the front desk. I watched as Derek strolled into the lobby of the police station and then an African American female officer walked out of the back room with her head in a folder.
"Good evening, how can I help - you?" she asked as her voice got slightly higher and her heart rate picked up as she looked up from the folder and saw Derek leaning on the counter.
"Hi." He greeted her with a charming smile and I smirked when I heard her heart race at the sight.
"Hi." She replied nervously as she tucked a piece of hair behind her ear and I glanced at Stiles in the corner of my eye to see him rolling his eyes at the exchange.
"Um, I had a question. Um, sorry I'm a little - a little thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone – "
"Like me?" she finished for him in a question as Stiles started moving towards the doors leading to his dad's office and I followed him quietly.
"Oh, I was gonna say "so incredibly beautiful" but, yeah, I guess that'd be the same thing." Derek said flirtatiously behind me and I bit my lips to keep from laughing as I trailed after Stiles down the hall. Stiles and I hurried down the hallway to John's office before we slipped in unnoticed and then made our way to the lockbox on the wall.
"Please tell me you know the combination." I begged Stiles quietly as he stood in front of the box and I stood guard near the door.
"Uh, yeah. It's my parent's wedding anniversary." He admitted to me sadly as he turned the dial on the lockbox and I looked at him with compassion because I knew how much both he and John missed her. He opened the box as I glanced out door but when I looked back over towards him I saw that the box was empty so I frowned in confusion.
"Oh, no." I muttered when I realised that the hunters must have already been here to kill Isaac and gotten the keys so Stiles and I quickly left the room to track them down before they could succeed. We ran down a vacant hallway until we almost ran into someone in an officer's jacket coming out of a room and I pulled Stiles to a stop so that we didn't crash into them. "Oh. Uh, just looking, um - Oh, sh –" I uttered when I saw the arrow that Allison had hit him with earlier sticking out of the man's leg and I started backing up immediately but the hunter grabbed the back of Stiles' shirt and pulled the human towards him to cover his mouth so he couldn't scream. My eyes widened at the scene in front of me but I quickly chased after them and pulled the fire alarm on my way into the holding cell room where the hunter had dragged Stiles and ignored the sharp pain that the shrieking caused. I turned the corner just in time to see Stiles sprawled out on the floor and the hunter staring at the opened holding cell door. We all stopped moving as we stared at the empty holding cell but then a flash attacked the hunter in front of me and I quickly reached down to pull Stiles to the side of room. I looked up to see a fully wolfed out Isaac pushing the hunter against the opposite wall to us and I crouched down in front of the very human Stiles protectively in case Isaac attacked him. The hunter's head got smashed into the wall as he fell to the ground unconscious and the needle full of wolfsbane that they going to be used to kill Isaac rolled out of his hand. Derek stepped in the room then and pressed his boot into the glass needle so that it smashed into tiny slivers under his foot just as Isaac turned around and saw Stiles and I hidden behind a table. I growled lowly as my hands transformed into claws in preparation for an attack but Derek saw Isaac glance so he quickly stepped in between us and roared loudly at Isaac with his eyes normal greyish green eyes glowed an ominous red. I groaned in pain at the loud volume as my claws changed back into hands automatically and I clenched my fists as the pain radiated through my body.
"How did you do that?" Stiles asked in awe as I opened my eyes a little to see Isaac now back in human form huddled in a ball on the opposite wall with sweat glistening all over his face.
"I'm the Alpha." Derek explained cockily as he smirked at Stiles and I glared up at him as I stood up from my crouch before stretching my aching muscles in front of me.