Two weeks after school started, Isaac finally showed up at school again. I wasn't too excited about having to run cross country first thing in the morning, but at least thanks to all my swimming I was in shape and fairly fast. I stretched first, pushing my hands upwards and leaning from side to side in my sports kit, plain leggings and a tight tank top. "Where have you been lately?" I asked as Isaac came to stand beside me, kneeling down in order to tie his shoelace.

"It's a long story."

"It's going to be a long run. Tell me on the way." I suggested to him, flexing my legs and ankles just as Aiden and Ethan walked past me. I sensed the shift in attitude in Isaac, his entire body tensing up all over as he stared at the twins' backs, a low growl starting to rise from the back of his throat just as coach blew the whistle. Scott must have sensed it to, because before Isaac could take off, Scott caught hold of him.

"Isaac!"

"It's them." Okay…so what's going on now? Scott took off after Isaac, yelling for him to wait so as Stiles began to jog past me I caught hold of his neck and hauled him back, making him squeal and yelp with a cringe.

"You're going to tell me what that's all about, Stilinski." I informed him, giving no room for argument before starting to jog forwards towards the back of the class so that we could talk in private.

"Well you see, it all started when Isaac got rescued by some girl after getting captured by an Alpha pack which has apparently made themselves comfortable in Beacon Hills though we don't know what they want yet, but they tried to kidnap Isaac from the hospital after he and the girl who rescued him got taken in, then all these killings started to happen and they seem to be focusing on virgins and Peter accessed Isaac's memories to find out the alphas were keeping Boyd and another girl hostage, Derek's sister Cora. They killed Erica, Lydia found that body the night everyone else was chasing a pair of murderous werewolves who hadn't shifted at all for the past four months, and now we think that the alphas also killed the girl who rescued Isaac and put the bruise marks on Lydia and Allison." Somehow Stiles managed to get that all out in one breath, panting heavily as he struggled to keep jogging.

"And the twins are part of the alpha pack?"

"We think so…oh god…I'm burning…my lungs…I can't breathe…" Rolling my eyes I took a short break with Stiles before suggesting we took the shortcut in order to cut out most of the actual track as I wasn't all that inclined to make myself all sweaty. Agreeing instantly, I led Stiles through the shortcut which put us out in front of all the others, starting to jog slowly forwards when something caught my eye. I stopped and grabbed hold of his sleeve, frowning as I stopped jogging and moved closer to a tree which seemed to have something lashed around it. "Cordy?" Seeing that I'd found something, I slid down the bank in order to take a look, but when I saw a bloodied body lashes against the tree, I released a loud scream which brought everyone running.

I heard Isaac and Scott call out my name from close by, recognising the pitch of my scream as I stumbled backwards away from the dead body, horrified yet unable to look away. Stiles was beside me in an instant, both of us just…staring. "Cordy!" Isaac rushed towards us and grabbed hold of my arm, looking at the expression on my face before turning to see the body. Within minutes the entire class had gathered around and somebody ran for Coach Finstock whilst someone else called the cops.

My stomach clenched and I felt sick so I finally turned away, stumbling before catching onto a tree as I hunched over, feeling myself retch as I covered my mouth and nose to keep myself from smelling the rustic metallic scent of dried blood. "You doing okay Cordy?" Scott asked me but I merely waved a hand, signalling I was fine and just needed a minute.

"Hey, get out of the way. Get back. Get this area cordoned off before they trample every piece of evidence." The sheriff very quickly took charge when he arrived with his deputy, pushing back all the kids and keeping people from taking pictures. "Get these kids out of here!"

"Dad, just come here. Look, look. Look at it. It's the same as the others, you see?" Stiles pulled his dad a little closer and pointed to the injuries that had been inflicted. I couldn't stomach this any longer, I'm out of here.

"Yeah, I see that. Do me a favour. Go back to school, yeah? Coach, can you give us a hand here?"

"You heard the man. Nothing to see here. Probably just some homeless kid." Clearing his throat quietly, Scott told coach that the kid was a senior at school. "He wasn't on the team, was he?" Seriously? That's his main concern right now? There's a dead body on our track route and he's worried about his lacrosse team? I've always thought there was something not quite right with coach, now I knew for sure he was mentally disturbed. Walking away with Stiles, Scott and Isaac, I appreciated it when Stiles pulled off his sweater and let me wear it to snuggle into for comfort. These boys are so good to me. I really should be nicer to them these days.

"You see the way the twins looked at him?" Isaac questioned as we left the scene, though when I looked over my shoulder as I pulled up the hood of the sweater, I saw Ethan and Aiden standing there looking just as disturbed as the rest of us.

"Yeah, you mean like they had no idea what happened?"

"No, no, they knew." Isaac pressed, certain that they had something to do with it.

"The kid was strangled with a garrotte, alright? Am I the only one recognizing the lack of 'werewolf-itude' in these murders?" I'll say. The guy was strangled, tied to a tree, had his throat slashed and I'm pretty sure someone whacked him on the head just to make certain that he was a dead man. If this was the fourth body to turn up according to Stiles, then by this point I really shouldn't be surprised if we're not tripping over bodies the moment we leave the house.

"Oh, you think it's a coincidence they turn up and then people start dying?"

"Well, no, but I still don't think it's them."

"Maybe these murders are a consequence relating to them showing up." I suggested, finally feeling well enough to talk without worrying I was going to throw up in my mouth. "You know, like with all the animals going crazy? Perhaps it's someone else's work trying to scare them off. We don't know, there could be any number of reasons that don't include them being the culprits, or maybe we just have a regular old psychotic serial killer on the loose for a change. You know, the non-supernatural kind?" Turning a furious glare on me, Isaac stopped as he turned on me.

"I can't believe it, you're actually defending them? They tried to kill me and killed the girl who saved my life!"

"You don't know them, not like I do." I responded harshly, growing defensive at Isaac's attitude. "They're not all bad."

"They're murderers." Unable to deny that, I simply scowled at Isaac before looking away, folding my arms and huddled within Stiles' oversized sweater. "Scott? What do you think?"

"I don't know yet." He admitted, making Stiles give him an exasperated look. "Well, he's got a point. Seriously, dude, human sacrifices?"

"Scott, your eyes turn into yellow glow sticks, okay? Hair literally grows from your cheeks and then will immediately disappear, and if I were to stab you right now, it would just magically heal, but you're telling me that you're having trouble grasping human sacrifices?" Stiles ranted quietly at Scott who sighed heavily, weighing both arguments before turning to Isaac and admitting that Stiles had a point.

"I don't care. They killed that kid, they killed the girl that saved me. I'm gonna kill them too." Already fixated in his mind what he was going to do, Isaac walked away from us and didn't turn around even when I called back to him.

"Isaac. Isaac come on, you can't be serious!" Okay, maybe he's serious. Just a normal day in Beacon High. Murder, danger, cranky teenage werewolves with a worrying compulsion to kill things? Totally normal.