15 – Now is not the time to give up

Isaac:

I took a few steps out the door, watching as the car doors reluctantly swung open. Jeremy and Elena hiding in the doorway, waiting to see who would exit the vehicle.

Out stepped Malia from the driver's seat and she looked over at with a blank stare before watching Stiles and Chris clamber out the car. Abrasions, and forming of bruises riddled their skin, and out of worry I ran over to them.

"What happened?" I say, Elena and Jeremy seemed more relaxed, and were slowly making their way over.

"Minor car accident..." Chris nodded, biting his lips.

"You flipped the car..." Malia remarked, and I felt the rage begin to boil.

"Minor? You flipped the car?" I growled, and Chris gave a quick glare to Malia before looking to me.

"It's honestly not as bad as it sound..."

"As bad as it sound, I don't know it can be good compared to how it sounds. You do know cars aren't meant to be flipped."

"Now we very aware of that Isaac, thank you..." Stiles sighed under his breath, causing me to give a brief snarl before looking back to Chris.

"So how d'you flip the car then?" I asked, a twitchy smile stamped onto my face. After a short pause of his staring at the ground he opened his mouth to speak.

"We got run off the road." He replied, in a rather monotone voice.

"By who?"

"We don't know, none of us have seen what they look like, just they drive car and that they really didn't want us to leave town."

"What..."

"I think it might be to do with Lydia. I can't see any other reason to have us run off the road when we were leaving town." Stiles intervenes, and just as I open mouth to continue asking questions, I pause, taking a breath in and slowly turning to Stiles.

"You were leaving town." I say, and just as he begins nodding I add, "without me?" With that he stopped nodding and shuffled closer to Malia as though for protection.

"We were going to fetch Malia, but she's now here, so now we don't need to leave." Chris explains, though it didn't make me feel any better.

"So who are you funky friends then?" Echoed the voice of a certain brute who almost seemed to have it out for me.

"Does this concern you...no, go play with your toys then." I hiss back, not even turning to face him.

"But to play with my toys, I need a play mate." He growls, causing me to turn around and face him.

"Clay..." Jeremy hissed quietly, but the brute just refused to back down. "It would be good to know who your...other friends are."

"Chris Argent, human, hunter...werewolf hunter." I say, keeping eye contact with Clay at all times as though not to back down from his gaze. "That's Malia, were-coyote." I add, Malia smiling at the werewolves who look at her in confusion.

"Were...coyote?" Elena pronounced as though she could barely speak.

"Yes, not a werewolf, a coyote. But I m in a werewolf pack." She says, this Alpha and his only female pack member merely looked at each other in total confusion.

"Wow, you really like just not having any rules don't you. Just having a totally dysfunctional pack."

"We're not dysfunctional." Malia growled, causing Clay to turn his attention to her.

"What kind of Alpha allows...humans into a pack, works with...hunters, and has just about anything but werewolves in their pack." He snarled. Malia raised an eyebrow.

"Oh, and I suppose you're mister perfect?" She smirked, Clay stomping over to her.

"Listen Lady, I have done things you couldn't even-" He began before Malia swept his leg, pulled out her claws and sat on top of him, he claws at his throat. Her eyes glowing a bright blue, as she stared into his eyes.

"Probably should have warned you not test Malia. She's not as...friendly, as the rest of us." Stiles said, looking at Jeremy and Elena with a gentle smile.

"No, he should know not to just charge at people, but he must have some impulse control issues, because he doesn't seem to think before he does." Elena smiled back, as Malia retracted her claws and got to her feet, moving back over to Stiles as Clay shifted back to Jeremy.

"Well, we've been introduced, but why did you come here directly?" Jeremy asked, crossing his arms and Clay moved towards the house.

"Well, we were more curious to see if Isaac had been attacked by these guys as well, or if he'd gotten away alright." Chris explained, placing a hand on my shoulder.

"Aww, you care about me?" I smirk.

"Of course, and it's good you're alright."

"Yeah, but their guy isn't. We were attacked out in the woods. We were actually going to investigate where we got attacked but you guys showed up."

"Maybe they are connected?" Stiles addresses to everyone. "Can we come?"

"You guys just survived a car accident?" Elena says, almost chocking on his words.

"We're all fine, besides I know what clues we should be looking for, it would be useful for me to go, and Malia can provide additional strength."

"What about you?" I ask, looking at Chris.

"I don't think you need everyone there, besides I'm not as young and energetic as that one." He remarks, nodding to the skinny boy who seemed to practically be in perfect health apart from his wounds. "Take those two, they might actually be of some use, and the more people the better the chances...right?"

"I guess so. Is it alright Jeremy?" I ask, and after a pause of him thinking he reluctantly nods, swinging his head towards the woods before he starts walking towards them with Elena close by. Stiles and Malia make their way to catch up to the werewolves as I turn to Chris. "So what will you do?"

"Sleep...that usually works. I think I'll also give a certain Alpha a nice long call...See what's going on where he is and if he can come help?"

"Alright..."

"Isaac!" Jeremy shouts, almost making me jump and I give a nod to Chris as I jog off to the forest.

"Good luck!" He shouts, a smile breaking out on my face as I catch up to lead this group back to where we'd been attacked less than an hour ago.