RAEGAN MCCALL
The next day, we were at school as usual. Adeline refused to go to school without me, Scott, or Sammy, so I tried to convince Mom to let me stay home to take care of Adeline. Of course, she refused and chose to stay home instead, saying something about asking the school about getting permission for Adeline to go to highschool with us. I don't know how or why they would let her, seeing that Adeline is like, seven, but whatever.
Since Scott and Stiles had to go early for practice, and we didn't have rides, so Sammy and I were near the middle of the bleachers watching the boys practice.
"Why is Scott the goalie?" Sammy asked.
I looked over to see that Scott was, in fact, standing in front of the goal with the goalie's gear on.
"That's weird. Isn't Danny usually the goalie?" I asked.
She nodded absentmindedly.
She's been like this all day. Present for a minute, then zoned out the next, deep in thought.
I waved my hand in front of her face. "Hello? Earth to Sam!"
She snapped out of it. "Huh? Yeah?"
"Why are you being so weird?" I frowned.
"Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind."
I didn't want to prod her, so I joked, "At least pay attention to our dumbass brothers play. Look at Scott now," I pointed. "I don't think the goalie's supposed to go attack the other players."
And, obviously, I was right because Finstock yelled, "McCall! Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."
Scott nodded, but then did the same thing again and again and again.
"What's his problem?" I asked.
When I got no response, I turned to see Sammy staring into space.
I sighed and went back to watching my brother make a fool out of himself, yet again.
Coach reprimanded him for the nth time.
Number twenty-seven was next, Jackson. But he melodramatically rubbed his shoulder and Coach let him sit out, on the benches.
He was only a few rows in front of us, so I laughed out loud, "Pussy!"
That finally got a chuckle out of Sammy.
He turned back, flipped both of us off and turned back to the game.
Next was number fourteen, Isaac.
A.K.A. Adeline's brother.
I poked the practically comatose girl next to me, "Sammy, look it's Isaac. I thought he ran away. What is he doing at school?"
Sammy looked up, more interested now, but a confused look on her face. "I don't know…"
I continued, "I mean, if it I ran from home, school would be the last place I'd go."
She nodded, only half-listening because she was too busy staring holes into Isaac.
Coach suddenly blew the whistle and Scott lunged towards Isaac, like he did with the other players. Except this time, Isaac attacked back.
They flipped each other around then froze, kneeling on the grass. They glared at each other for a few seconds, breathing hard. Then they turned towards the three men that were walking across the field, making their way towards them.
It was the sheriff and two other deputies.
"Sams, what's your dad doing here?"
"I don't know…"
The cops talked to Coach, then led Isaac away.
We stood up and made our way towards our brothers to investigate.
"What the hell's going on?" I asked.
"I smelled a werewolf in the locker room, so I switched places with Danny so that I could get closer to the guys and smell if they were werewolf or not," Scott explained. "Isaac's the werewolf."
We were silent for a few seconds.
"Does that mean…" Sammy trailed off.
"Isaac killed his dad," I stated.
"Adeline did say that a monster attacked her dad," Scott nodded.
"What are they saying?" Stiles asked. "Are they saying he's a suspect?"
"I'm not sure, why?"
"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours."
"Like, overnight?"
"During the full moon."
Oh, shit.
"How good are these holding cells at holding people?" Scott asked.
"People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good."
"Guys, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"
After we explained the whole "Adeline" situation to Stiles this morning, we somehow moved on to talk about the full moon that was tomorrow, and how Scott claimed that he was in control of himself now.
"Yeah," Stiles answered.
"He does."
ADELINE LAHEY
This morning, right before Scott and Rae left for school, we had a talk-or actually, a one-sided conversation. Ms. McCall, Scott, and Rae tried to get to me to go back to school, but I refused. I don't want to be alone. They tried to tell me that I wouldn't be alone, because I'd be surrounded by friends, but in actuality, I don't have any friends there.
After discussing among themselves for about 5 minutes or so, they all agreed that I could try going to Scott and Rae's high school and that we'd go talk to the school board right after Scott and Rae left for school.
"Alrighty, so after an hour of discussing, the school board said yes," Ms. McCall said, as we got into her car. She turned to face me and smiled. "They said starting tomorrow you can go to Beacon Hills High. You'll have your own private teacher in a classroom all to yourself. Although you won't see the other much, besides P.E., lunch, and before and after school, they'll always be only a few classrooms away."
I gave her a shy smile. "Thank you."
She smiled, "Now, you wanna get some McDonalds? There's a Happy Meal with your name written on it!"
I nodded enthusiastically, hugging Teddy tightly. I hadn't had a Happy Meal since my mom died; she used to take me all the time.
She laughed and started driving.
RAEGAN MCCALL
"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" I asked from behind the two boys.
"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 whispered back to me, eyes still glued to Mr. Harris.
"Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?" Scott asked, still on the full moon thing.
"Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness. Wait," Stiles paused and turned around. I followed his line of vision to see Danny, whose usual lab partner was missing. Feeling three pairs of eyes on him, he looked up.
"Danny. Where's Jackson?" Stiles asked.
"In the principal's office talking to your dad," he answered.
"What? Why?"
"Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac," Danny said, as if the answer was obvious.
"We gotta get to the principal's office," Stiles announced, turning back around.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. I couldn't take another minute of Harris' droning.
"How?" Scott asked.
Stiles thought about it for a second, then crumpled up a piece of paper.
"Everyone, please turn to page seventy-three," Mr. Harris was writing on the board when the paper ball hit the back of his head and he turned around. "Who in the hell did that?!"
Stiles pointed back at me, I pointed at Scott, Scott pointed at Stiles.
|| Teen Wolf ||
"Listen to me, you're telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?" we heard the sheriff ask.
The three of us practically had our ears pressed to the window behind us, eavesdropping on the conversation happening in the principal's office.
Apparently Isaac, and probably his sister too, were abused by the good-for-shit, asswipe father of theirs. I don't even care that I'm speaking ill of the dead.
"Hitting him? He was kicking the crap out of him," Jackson said.
"Did you ever say anything to anyone? A teacher, parents, anyone?" Stilinski was baffled.
"Nope. It's not my problem," Jackson replied, indifferently.
"No, no, of course not," I could practically hear the sheriff rolling his eyes. "You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it." Stilinski said in a sad tone, obviously taking a jab at him.
"Yeah," Jackson agreed. "Wait, what?"
"I think we're done here," Stilinski and his deputy suddenly came out of the room and Stiles fumbled to cover his face with a magazine. Stilinski raised his eyebrows, exasperated at Stiles' pathetic attempt to hide. "Hi, Scott. Rae," he said, playing along.
"H-" Scott started as they walked away. "Yeah."
"Come on in," we heard the principal say from behind us.
We turned to face him. Except…
He wasn't the principal…
It was Gerard Argent.
|| Teen Wolf ||
Actually, he was the principal. Apparently the old principal quit. I'm sure the Argents had nothing to do with that.
Hah! Nothing to do with it my ass.
"Scott McCall," he read from a file. "Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete." He switched files. "Raegan McCall; flunked fifth grade, not very impressive grades, no extracurriculars."
I shrugged, grinning, "Got that bomb-ass personality though."
Instead of reprimanding me on my language, like I thought he would, he said, "I'm sure you do." He switched files again. "Mr. Stilinski. Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse."
"Oh, actually I'm already -"
Gerard interrupted him, "Hold on. McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."
"We were dating but not anymore," Scott sputtered. "Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other - At all."
"Subtle," I muttered under my breath.
"Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth," Gerard smiled.
"Just a hard breakup," Scott muttered.
"Oh, that's too bad. You seem like a pretty nice kid to me." He had a really creepy, raspy voice. Like someone who smokes a lot. "Now listen, guys. Yes, I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."
I repeat: my ass.
Stiles voiced his thoughts out loud, "Heh, is that so?"
Grandpappy Argent ignored him. "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."
The three of us turned to look at Stiles.
|| Teen Wolf ||
After many protests from Stiles, he finally agreed to take the fall, saying we both owed him.
I rose my hand to fist-bump Scott's as we were exiting the school but lowered it when I saw his expression. I turned to see what he was looking at and saw Isaac's pale face watching us from the back of the police cruiser as they drove him away.
As soon as the car drove away, a familiar black Camaro screeched to a stop in front of us.
I remembered the last time I had seen Derek and goosebumps rose along my arms.
After Peter's voice quieted, Derek's clawed hand rose up in the air. I was suddenly breathless as I stared and heard Scott protest loudly, "Wait! No, no! Don't!"
Without hesitation, Derek's hand slashed Peter's throat.
Derek slowly stood up. Once he stood, he turned his head painfully slow towards Scott. He glanced at me and we made eye contact. He had no emotion on his face, but it wasn't his usual expression. No. He seemed different.
Then as quickly as he made eye contact, he looked away. He turned back to Scott and his green eyes turned red. Then in a low, deep voice, he said, "I'm the Alpha now."
I wondered if he was going to be different now that he was the alpha. I decided to find out.
"Hey, Derek," I called. "Looking sexy as ever."
I got my answer when he glared at me, though there was amusement in his eyes.
Yup, same ol' Derek.
I had gotten over my little "crush" on him a while ago (well, mostly), but that didn't mean he wasn't still fine as hell.
"Get in," his voice rumbled.
Ooh, don't mind if I do. Before I could move, Scott grabbed my arm, glaring at Derek.
"Are you serious? You did that," he said, pointing in the direction the cruiser had gone in. "That's your fault."
Derek looked exasperated. "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."
"Not when they do a real search of the house."
"What do you mean?"
"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse. A lot worse."
Well, how ominous.
|| Teen Wolf ||
"If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?" Scott asked as we went through the front door of Isaac and Adeline's house.
It was pitch black, besides the moonlight coming through the windows and Scott's flashlight.
"I don't know yet," Derek answered Scott's question.
"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," Derek said, pointedly.
Scott sighed. "You saw the lacrosse thing today."
"Yeah," he breathed.
"Did it look that bad?"
I laughed, answering the question for him, "Hell yeah! It looked like you were trying to make out with all the players."
Derek nodded in agreement and Scott groaned.
"You wanna learn?" Derek asked Scott, opening a door that led to the even darker basement. "Let's start now."
"What's down there?" Scott asked, slowly making his way down the stairs.
I moved to go after him, but Derek grabbed my arm, halting me as he answered, "Motive."
"And what am I looking for?" I couldn't see him anymore, the darkness had engulfed him.
"Follow your senses," Derek said from beside me.
"What happened down here?" Scott's voice was becoming fainter.
"The kind of thing that leaves an impression," I heard some rattling and he let go of my arm and quickly and quietly made his way down the stairs, leaving me to trail after him.
When I finally reached them, Scott was fidgeting with a lock on a freezer and Derek shined the flashlight in his face, scaring him. "Open it."
I braced myself for the worst as the freezer slowly creaked open.
I took a deep breath when I saw that it was empty.
But then Scott and I started looking closer. All over the freezer were claw marks - human claw marks. And some dried blood, too. As if… a human had been locked in here, trying to claw their way out.
Poor, poor Isaac and Adeline. My heart went out to them.
No wonder they're the way they are.
"This is why he said yes to you," Scott looked up at Derek.
"Everyone wants power," he replied.
"If we help you, then you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into werewolves."
"I can if they're willing."
"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?"
"Yes, and he still asked."
"Then he's an idiot."
"And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter," Derek retorted. "Yeah. I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out?"
Scott looked down and Derek continued.
"You saw what happens to an omega," he was talking about the other night when the hunters had killed one. "With me, you learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you learn control." Derek brought up Scott's fingers, which claws had begun protruding from. "Even on a full moon."
Scott pulled his hand away. "If I'm with you, I lose her."
"You're gonna lose her anyway. You know that," Derek began walking away.
"Wait," Scott called out, halting Derek's dramatic exit. "I'm not part of your pack. But I want him out. He's my responsibility too."
"Why? Because he's one of us?"
"Because he's innocent."
Oh, Scottie. Ever noble.
SAMANTHA STILINSKI
Since Stiles, Scott and Rae had gone M.I.A. on me, I asked Allison if I could hang out at her house since I didn't want to be alone. Allison and I had gotten closer since Lydia went to the hospital. Plus, I didn't have to hide the whole supernatural secret from her.
"Lydia said she'll be ready to study in thirty minutes," I informed Allison, dropping my phone on the bed.
"Okay, cool. You want anything to drink? Water, soda?" she asked, putting her hand on the doorknob.
"Water would be fine, thank you," I told her, smiling.
"Okay, I'll be right back," she left, closing the door after her.
The silence in her wake gave me time to think about Adeline.
I couldn't stop thinking about her all day.
I felt really guilty about not telling anybody about the abuse. In times like this I wish I brave and fierce like Rae, Allison, and Lydia. I just hope she's okay. The last time I tried to help someone with these issues, I ended up getting bullied and ended up making matters worse with Rae. So I didn't want to make the situation worse.
The door bursting open shook me from my thoughts. But the expression on Allison's face shook me even more.
"What's wrong?" I asked, getting up from the bed.
Instead of answering my question, she said, "Call Stiles."
I scrambled to get my phone from the bed and dialed Stiles' number.
I doubted he would pick up, since he hadn't been answering my texts and calls all day. But he picked up on the fourth ring and I put him on speaker, "Hey, sorry, Harris literally just let me out of detention. Literally. And he had my phone the whole frickin' time."
"Well, we need to do something right now. My dad and Gerard were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter, and then they sent this guy out."
"Wait, what guy?"
"He was dressed as a Sheriff's deputy."
"They're sending him to the station for Isaac," I realized.
"He was also carrying this box with something on it, like, um, like a carving or something," Allison told him, frowning.
"What was it?"
"Hold on, hold on," she started flipping through a book on her desk. "It's in one of these books." When she had found what she was looking for she took my phone from me and said, "I'm taking a picture." After she had taken it she asked, "Did you get it?"
"Yeah, it's wolfsbane."
"What does that mean?"
"It means they're gonna kill him," I paled.
|| Teen Wolf ||
After we came up with a plan, we quickly ran to Allison's car and followed the hunter dressed up as a deputy.
Taking a shortcut, we parked by an alley and ran towards the other end which opened to the road the hunter was about to pass on.
I ran to the alley diagonal to the one we were currently in and she stayed, her bow and arrow ready.
When we heard the car approaching, she raised her bow. And as the car drove past us, Allison took her shot, giving the car a flat tire.
He slowed down then got out of the car, examining his tire. He turned towards where Allison was hiding and I ran as fast as I could to the other end of the street, distracting him.
As he started coming towards me, Allison took a shot at his leg and he crumpled to the ground.
Taking the back way, I ran out of there and Allison and I met up back at her car.
She started driving and I called Stiles.
"Hey, did you slow him down?" he asked.
"You could say that," Allison smiled.
"All right, well, uh, I'm headed to the station right now."
"Where's Scott?" I asked.
"Isaac's."
"Does he have a plan?" Allison asked.
"Yeah, but not a very good one."
"When have any of his plans ever been good?" I asked, rhetorically.
"Yes and unfortunately we don't really have time to come up with anything better."
RAEGAN MCCALL
Stiles had just called and now Derek and Scott were mumbling to each other and they kept looking back at me.
"I'm not stupid! I can tell you're talking about me," I snapped.
Derek gave Scott a final look and walked over to me wearing a dazzling smile.
Very un-Derek like. I instantly became suspicious.
"Why do you look like the Cheshire Cat?"
It shrank, but he still had a small smile. "We have a plan. I need your help."
"Of course you do," I flipped my hair, mock-arrogantly.
His face became more serious, "The hunters are going to kill Isaac and we need to get him out."
All my humor vanished. "They can't do that, he's innocent. It's against the code."
"They don't know that. They think he killed his dad."
"But you need proof for that, don't you?"
"Usually. But not this time. We have to leave right now," he grabbed my arm.
"Of course," I said, following him up the stairs but stopped, "Scott, aren't you coming?"
"No," he answered. "I'm gonna stay here just in case."
"Okay," I said without giving it much thought, my mind focused on Isaac, and followed Derek up the stairs and out of the house.
|| Teen Wolf ||
"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office," Stiles said. "The problem is getting past the front desk."
We were currently parked in front of the station.
"I'll distract her," Derek said, starting to get out of the car.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa - you?" Stiles grabbed him by the shoulder. "You're not going in there." At Derek's look, he said, "I'm taking my hand off."
"I was exonerated," Derek supplied.
"You're still a person of interest."
"An innocent person."
I snorted from the backseat and Derek turned to shoot me a glare.
"An - you?" Stiles laughed. "Yeah, right!" At Derek's blank look he said, "Okay, fine. What's your plan?"
"To distract her."
"Uh-huh. How? By punching her in the face?"
I laughed and Stiles and I high-fived each other.
Derek gave a fake laugh, "By talking to her."
"Okay, all right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?" Stiles paused. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"
"I'm thinking about punching you in the face."
"I would pay to see that," I laughed.
Stiles turned to me. "Whose side are you on, anyway?"
I shrugged and Derek got out of the car, Stiles and I following.
We hid behind the door as he went in.
"Good evening how can I help - you?" the lady was obviously checking Derek out.
"Hi," Derek gave the same dazzling smile he had given me when we were in Isaac's basement. The difference is this lady fell for it.
"Hi."
"Um, I had a question. Um, sorry I'm a little - a little thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone-"
"Like me?"
Seeing how the lady was fully distracted, Stiles pulled me by my hand and dragged me to the door that led to the back of the station.
"Oh, I was gonna say "so incredibly beautiful" but, yeah, I guess that'd be the same thing," was the last thing I heard before the door closed behind us.
Stiles laughed. "Wish Derek talked to you like that?"
I lightly punched him in the ribs, "No, wish Lydia talked to you like that?"
"Oh, you're right. I've always wanted Lydia to call me "so incredibly beautiful"," he mocked Derek and I burst out laughing.
He covered my mouth with his hand to keep me quiet but there was a smile on his face.
When I stopped laughing, he let go and said, "C'mon, let's find Isaac."
SAMANTHA STILINSKI
We slowly went down the stairs and found Scott kneeling, the full moon was obviously affecting him.
Allison crouched down in front of him, zipped open her bag and took out the chains. "Scott? Are you sure we have to do this?"
He was panting and when he looked up his eyes were flashing yellow, "Yes."
"Where?"
Scott looked to the side and we followed his eyes to see a big white freezer.
The three of us walked towards the freezer.
"Where's Rae?" I asked.
"I made Derek take her away. She wouldn't have wanted to see this," he answered as he pulled up the top of the freezer.
I gasped as I saw all the scratches decorating the inside of the freezer along dots of dried blood. "Isaac," I whispered as Allison helped Scott get into the freezer.
Allison sighed, hesitating.
"Please? I don't want to hurt you," Scott pleaded.
Allison put her hands on the top, ready to close it, but then at the last second she bent down to kiss him and I looked away.
I looked back when I heard the top go down.
I helped Allison tie the chains around the freezer and lock them.
"It's done," Allison said. "It's locked."
"Go," Scott told us, his voice muffled.
"Scott, we can't -" I protested.
"Just go!"
Allison and I looked at each other, then ran up the stairs. I closed the basement door and we were walking towards the kitchen when Allison's flashlight went out.
She hit it a couple times to no avail, then placed it on the kitchen counter.
I was about to say something when we heard a hiss.
We turned to see what had caused it and saw a monster with two glowing yellow eyes staring at us from the entryway.
We screamed.
RAEGAN MCCALL
We ran into Sheriff Stilinski's dark office. Stiles started fumbling with a keypad while I kept watch.
We heard keys jingling and Stiles said, "Oh, no."
We ran out of the office and into the hallway and almost crashed into a deputy.
"Oh. Uh, just looking, um -" Stiles saw the syringe filled with wolfsbane that the deputy - no, hunter - was carrying. "Oh, sh -"
Stiles tried to make a run for it but the deputy got him.
I was about to attack, but the hunter held the syringe to Stiles' throat and said, "Don't come any closer."
I stayed where I was and the hunter started dragging him backwards. There was terror in Stiles' eyes.
As soon as they disappeared behind the door, I ran in the opposite direction to get Derek.
When I got to the lobby, Derek was still chatting with the receptionist.
He saw me and I tried to convey with my eyes how much of a dire emergency it was and he made an excuse to leave.
Since the lady was watching him (more like his ass), he turned for the front doors. And when she stopped watching, he ran over to me.
I ran to where the hunter had taken Stiles, with Derek following, as I explained to him what had happened.
It was quite the scene when we arrived.
Stiles was huddled in a corner and the hunter was unconscious on the ground with Isaac (in wolf-form) looming over him.
When Derek crushed the syringe that was on the ground with his foot, Isaac turned to look at us. Then he turned towards Stiles and was about to go for him when Derek went all red-eyed-alpha and roared in his face.
Isaac shrunk back into a corner, practically whimpering with his face in his hands. When he turned to look at us again his face had gone back to normal.
"How did you do that?" Stiles asked.
Derek turned to him, "I'm the alpha."
Man, I'll never get tired of him saying that.
Author's note:
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