The last few days had been interesting to say the least. After I'd spent the night in Erica's room, I'd found out from Derek that later that same day he'd turned another person into a Werewolf. A boy named Isaac. I got to meet him during my training session that day. Like me he was a social pariah though he had managed to climb onto the lacrosse team even before he got the bite. I could see the confidence beginning to settle in, but the combination of the smoking hot me and intimidating Derek was preventing it from flourishing like it had with me. Still, he did well for his first session, able to bring out his claws on the fourth or fifth attempt. He was a sweet enough boy and one that I was happy enough to let join the pack, not that it was up to me. Derek had the final say.
Which was why when a few days later Derek showed up at my door with Isaac right before school I couldn't turn either of them away. What I could do was think fast and compromise. So instead of letting them in, I stepped out and closed the door behind me, not wanting to bring any more attention on Derek than he already had by showing up at my house. "What are you guys doing here so early?" I asked, folding my arms as I eyed them both.
"We've got a problem," Derek said seriously. Isaac remained quiet at his side, hands shoved in his jean pockets, gaze cast down uneasily.
"What happened?" I asked, concern finding its way into my voice.
"Isaac's dad is dead." My jaw dropped and my eyes filled with sorrow as I turned to Isaac.
"I'm sorry."
"That's just the tip of the iceberg I'm afraid," Derek continued as I moved back over to him.
"It gets worse?" I asked sceptically.
"He was killed by something, but not a human or a Werewolf." At that my mind shot to Lydia but I kept my mouth shut and let Derek go on – he'd made it clear when I told him about what happened in the woods, that he didn't care about Lydia so there was no sense in bringing it up again. "But we'll have to deal with that later because Isaac is going to get arrested later today on suspicion of murder."
"How could you-"
"His dad was beating him." My jaw dropped further, and my eyes moved back over to Isaac who lowered his head even further, as if it was somehow his fault. And I thought my life had been bad, at least I wasn't getting beaten like poor Isaac. He was so nice as well, nearly impossible to imagine anyone wanting to hurt him. "That's motive. And sooner or later the police are going to figure it out. I need you to stick by him today at school. Afterwards I'll get him and take him to get chained up for the full moon before you arrive." I'd almost forgotten about that, tonight was our first full moon. I wanted to curse Derek for turning Isaac so soon, but it sounded like he'd possibly needed the bite more than me.
"Sure, I'll keep an eye on him," I promised.
"If the police show up, call me," Derek ordered and I nodded before turning my attention back to Isaac.
"You okay?" He shrugged, unsure of how to answer. I wasn't all that surprised. He'd lost his dad, but his dad had been the one beating him and making him suffer. The man was supposed to protect and comfort him, not beat him to a pulp whenever he felt like it. "Have you had anything to eat yet?" He shook his head. "All right, come in and get something to eat," I said as I opened up the door and motioned him in. He looked to Derek and once the Alpha nodded he proceeded inside. "I'll take him to school, you can do whatever Alpha things you need to do, I've got this."
"You sure?" Derek asked, looking past me and into the hallway where Isaac was waiting for me.
"Of course. I wasn't turned yesterday," I said with a smirk to him, trying to remain optimistic in reflection of my new self. Derek looked at me with nothing but seriousness, clearly not finding me all that amusing. "Right… I'll see you later then," I said, stepping in and closing the door before turning to Isaac. "This way, I'll get you some cereal," I said as I led him into the kitchen.
He didn't eat much. Isaac only pecked at the food I brought him, though I was hardly surprised. Death rarely made anyone hungry. I did my best to comfort him but I barely knew the guy. During Derek's training sessions he only spoke when spoken too. I did see him crack a smile a few times but he did little more than that. And yet, I still felt a bond to him. Not like what I had with Erica but similar. Like he was now my little brother in a way.
Eventually Erica walked in, confused by the sight of Isaac. Since we were sort of kinda back on speaking terms I explained that something had happened and he needed a lift to school. I didn't go any further than that before asking Erica if that was all right. She had eyed Isaac for a second before agreeing. Thankfully she didn't ask anything more after that, not even during the ride to school. I parked the car and Erica got out, saying bye as she left. Isaac had been about to follow but I reached into the back and grabbed his leg, giving him a look that told him to stay seated. He seated himself back down and rested his hands on his lapping, waiting patiently. He was handling the death of his father surprisingly well, it was pretty scary. Then again, the bite had completely changed her, why wouldn't it do the same to Isaac.
"What are your classes?" I asked. I needed to know where he was and when if I was going to keep an eye on him. Being in the year above I wasn't going to be sharing any classes with him unless he was incredibly smart, which I sensed he wasn't. He listed of his classes before pausing in the middle, lowering his eyes as he thought for a moment. "What is it?"
"I have lacrosse practise right now," Isaac explained with a sheepish look. I groaned, having forgotten about the fact he was on the team. He sat on the bench most of the time as far as I knew but he still had to show up for practise.
"Can't you skip it?" I asked hopefully but I could see in his eyes he didn't want to. He needed this, it was normal for him, plus he probably wanted to try out his new Werewolf powers on the field. I could hardly blame him for that. The first day after I'd turned all I did was show off my new self. Could I really stop him from doing the same? The answer should have been, 'yes,' since it was a full moon – and the police could show up at any moment. But all Derek wanted me to do was watch him. I could do that while he played and if anything looked like it might go wrong, I'd just step in. Plus, Scott and Stiles would be there to help. If the Werewolf secret was at risk, then they'd definitely help to protect it.
"All right fine, you can go," I sighed in defeat. Isaac smiled at me from the back seat until I fixed him with an authoritative look and finger point. "But I'm coming too, and I'll be watching you like a hawk. One slip up, one flicker in those eyes and I'm pulling you off the field. Understood?" He nodded, still smiling a little. With the lecture over I smiled at him, less authoritative and more like a friend. "Come on then." We got out the car and walked him towards the locker room until I caught the scent of Scott and stopped. Isaac stopped, watching me in concern. I motioned him on while putting a finger to my lips telling him to be quiet in case Scott was listening. "I'll be watching," I said as I stepped away, winking at him teasingly before turning and walking outside to the bleachers. I waited for about ten minutes and then groups of the players began to come out, some stretching while others ideally chatted. A few of the players came up to chat with me. I played along, pretending I was there for them, leaning back and showing off my cleavage. If they hadn't been wearing cups, I reckoned I would known just how happy they were to see me.
At one point I saw Isaac looking up at me. I could tell he was thinking of coming over, but I subtly motioned him away before going back to flirting with my boys. Eventually coach came up and starting shouting at the players before then shouting at me for being a distraction. I joked about trying to be uglier next time and the boys quickly jumped to my defence, so predictable and easy to manipulate. Coach could have cared less about my looks by that point, he just wanted the boys to shut up and get down to the field for practise. I blew each of the boys a kiss for luck and they went on their way with Coach, who was gagging and muttering as he followed before blowing on his whistle to get started.
They started running the warm up exercises, jogging around the field, when I caught a whiff of a familiar pair of scents. I smiled, leaning back once more as Scott and Stiles sat down on either side of me. "What's up boys?" I asked playfully.
"Who is it?" Scott asked with simple seriousness as he stared at me with Stiles doing the same on my other side. I turned towards him, all but ignoring Stiles. He wasn't important right now anyway. I'd deal with him later or possibly even leave him for Erica. She deserved to mess with him after all the times he ignored her, intentional or not. With Scott, I played dumb, smiling sweetly.
"I don't know what you're talking about."
"I picked up the scent of another Werewolf," Scott whisper shouted at me.
"You sure it wasn't just little old me," I asked with a bat of my eyelashes.
"It was in the locker room," Stiles cut in. I turned to him, my smile turning to a feisty grin as my eyebrows rose.
"Who says I wasn't in the boy's locker room at some point." He opened his mouth to start arguing with me then stopped, realising the meaning in my words. He deflated and backed down as I smiled at him before turning back to Scott. "Or maybe my scent just…rubbed off on one of the players. You know…like how yours rubbed off on Allison." I saw his eyes widen slightly and soaked up his reaction, the smugness growing in my grin. "Now, why don't you be a good little boy and go and join in the practise. Otherwise I might have to tell daddy Argent about your not so secret relationship with his daughter." A low growl came from Scott and I began to chuckle.
"God you're a bitch," Stiles mumbled, but I caught it with my hearing. My smugness dropped, and my face turned to a glare as I wheeled towards Stiles. Before either could react, my hand was around the back of Stiles' neck, claws forming and digging into his skin. "Ow, ow, ow!" Stiles began to groan in pain as I forced him to hunch over and I leaned down to whisper in his ear, knowing full well Scott could hear me too.
"Listen you little piece of nothing. I finally have power. That means I get to act like everyone else who has it. You know your crush Lydia, she's the real bitch. She had power once. Now I'm taking it, piece by piece, and soon, I'll take her life." I felt a hand land on my shoulder, claws threatening to break through the skin. I looked back to see a warning glare from Scott, eyes dimly glowing. My irritated and angry glare lifted and I began to smile at Scott, sporting a calmer version of the face I'd just been wearing. "Careful, Scottie. It's a full moon tonight, we wouldn't want you to lose control and do something you'd regret." At my words he seemed to realise what he was doing and released his hold on my shoulder while I kept mine on Stiles. "Now me, I don't have that problem." I dug my nails further into Stiles neck making him hiss in pain. "I've been treated like crap my whole life. As far as I'm concerned, I think it's time for a little pay back." I let my eyes begin to glow, threatening Scott with them before I shoved Stile forwards, releasing my hold on him. He toppled forward, going head over heels and landing in a heap on the row below.
I knew there were several eyes on the three of us now, especially after clumsy Stiles collapsed and fell over. I ignored them all, just as they all did to me and kept my eyes on Scott as the glow quickly vanished before anyone could see. "Stay out of my way, Scott. We wouldn't want Allison to have to attend another funeral this week." I shot him a sweet smile once more and continued to do so as Coach shouted at Scott and Stiles to get down to the field, so they could get started.
Everything went well for the most part after that. The team ran the drills with Scott playing in goal. But for some reason he just ran out every time, tackling players and sniffing them. Then it dawned on me what he was doing. He was looking for the new Werewolf. He was looking for Isaac. I got up to warn him, standing up straight, but it was too late. Isaac was next, and he'd already started running towards the goal. Scott ran at him and both collided with an outburst of pure force before both hit the ground. I watched as the two Werewolves looked at one another, glowing eyes meeting. I thought, how much worse can it get?
Then I saw the police walking onto the field, heading straight for Isaac. I pulled out my phone and called Derek.