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Everything had moved so fast in the moments leading up to the kiss, but now that it was happening, it's as if a dial had slowed time down to let me savour every detail. Isaac had his hands politely on my waist, squeezing me tight, where I had mine on his shoulder and in his hair. At first, he had been so shocked that he hadn't kissed me back, but the second I had decided to pull away, Isaac had clutched at my jumper and brought me back, deepening the kiss urgently. His lips were warm and soft and so unsure of where his boundaries were. I wanted to tell him that I didn't care where he put his hands, but at the same time, didn't want to stop kissing him to speak. I could feel him smiling as my fingers caressed his hair and lightly ran down his neck, which made my stomach tie itself into a bundle of electric knots. My heart was crashing against my ribs, and not just because I had been running for miles, but because I couldn't believe what was happening. How could I have been so scared of this? How could I have been scared of his warmth and his touch and his heart, beating just as hard as mine?

I need to catch my breath, so I lean out of the kiss and Isaac rests his forehead on mine, breathing hard, his eyes closed. I can't help but let out a giggle and kiss him once more quickly, happiness running through my veins like adrenaline.
"What… What was that for?" Isaac breaths out, smiling from ear to ear, eyes still closed. His hands stroke my back gently.
Laughing softly, I whisper out, "Because I'm happy to see you."
"Right," Isaac's face turns into a grin and he lets out a short laugh, "Well I'm happy to see you too then."
He lifts his head up and the calming blue of his eyes take me in vivaciously. My cheeks feel flushed and I probably look like a windswept mess from my trek through the forest, but all that radiates from me is joy. I couldn't care less what I looked like.

"So, you were saying…" I reminded Isaac, tucking my arms around his waist and leaning into his chest. I felt so at ease being around him, like I didn't have to feel awkward or anxious about how I acted.
Isaac's mind is clearly at a blank from the surprise he just got, so I go on, "Scott said something…?"
"Oh! Yeah, you never showed up to watch lacrosse practice, and Scott said he hadn't seen you since lunch. So we got a bit worried and then Stiles mentioned some guy and something about the forest reserve, so I shrugged off practise and came looking for you," Isaac explained, "You aren't hanging out with creepy guys in the forest are you?" He adds with a laugh, nodding to the scenery around us.
Sliding out of his arms, I raise my eyebrows at the boy and shake my head, "No. Unless you're a creepy guy."
"Good job I'm not," He grins lopsidedly and shoves his hands in his back pockets.
"Good to know," I smirk, before taking a glance back in the direction I came, wondering how Derek was faring with the hunters… "No, my… friend just called me so I went to see him about something. But it's all fine," I lie to Isaac, doing my best to smile normally. I hoped that Isaac wouldn't pry too much, because I had no idea how I could have told him that Derek Hale had kidnapped me from school before saving me from getting shot at. Now that was a bit too much for a girl to try and explain. But for now, he doesn't need to know.

He seemed to be eased by my reply and thankfully seemed to sense that I didn't want to divulge any further. Then, he picks up his abandoned bike and wipes off some of the leaves that stuck to its frame.
"Alright. Need a lift home?"
"Need a lift back to school more like, I left my car there," I sigh, wondering how long it was going to take to get there.
"School?"
"Yeah…"
"Right. Okay."

Isaac held the bike steady as I lifted myself up to sit on the handlebars. He leant forward before pedalling off and let his breath tickle my neck. "I might have to charge for my taxi services," He joked gently. So I twisted my head, and kissed his lips softly for a second.
"Will that do?"
Isaac coughs and can't stop the smile breaking out, "I'm not sure, maybe a few more."
"Don't push your luck," Laughing, I swung my legs out in front of me and cried, "Go!"

By the time we made it back to school, the darkness had set in for the night and the streetlights were glowing like large amber fireflies, lighting our way.
Before Isaac pulled in the parking lot, I glanced at the neon numbers on his watch and bit my lip slightly. It was just past 10 and by the time he will make it home, it was going to be past his curfew. We had lingered so much on the journey, riding down the streets slowly in case I fell off or a car rushed past. Stopping to laugh and kiss and breathe. I had made Isaac late again. I only had to think about the vision of his Dad that had been haunting me to remind me how scary that man could be. I'm sure he'll understand though… Maybe I should go round and explain…

"Here we go," Isaac grinded to a halt and let me jump off, wincing slightly at how uncomfortable my seat had been.
"Thank you," I hesitated, looking Isaac in the eye before continuing, "No, really, thank you. I didn't know what I would have done if you hadn't turned up."
To this, he looked slightly confused, "I'm sure you friend wouldn't have let you walk home. You could have just gone back and asked for a lift…"
Guilt squirmed in my stomach slightly, but I pushed it away. Isaac couldn't know about the hunters or the werewolves. He had hardly believed my 'psychic' sixth sense.
"Yeah… Possibly," was all I could say.

The wrinkle between his eyes softened and he reached for my hand, "See you tomorrow?"
I squeezed my fingers together and felt the heat from his palm, "See you tomorrow."
Realising that I didn't want to leave him at all, I reached out and grabbed the collar of his hoodie, pressing my lips to his again. He grabbed my waist with one hand, awkwardly keeping his bike up with his other at the same time.
"I'm going to make you late for your curfew," I managed to say after a time, disappointed and concerned. The cold was creeping in and I knew even my parents were going to be annoyed if I stayed out for much longer.
"I'll deal with the consequences," Isaac whispered, kissing me again. But his tone made me place my hands on his chest and lean back, gazing up at him with sad eyes.
"Get home safe, okay? I wish I could fit your bike in my car-"
"It's fine," Isaac interrupted, hurriedly, "Good night, Emily."
"Night, Isaac…"

Isaac's fingers ran down the curve of my jaw softly as if he was trying to memorise the curve, before he finally dragged himself away and biked down the road, giving a quick wave before he turned out of view. I hugged my arms to myself and sighed, feeling a bit like I was in a dream. Strangely enough, just as I had presumed, my bag was in the front seat of my car, keys, phone, purse and everything. How gentlemanly of Derek, I mused, rolling myself into the seat and turning on the engine. At least he's not a thief, even if he is the most terrifying human I've ever met.

…

I filled Stiles and Scott in rapidly at lunch the next day about Derek and the hunters before meeting up with Isaac. I had never seen him in the cafeteria at lunch before, and I found out why today – it's because he likes to eat outside where it's quiet and there are less people. I leant against him on one of the picnic benches and watched him pick at an oatmeal cookie, nervously.
"What's up?" I asked, hoping that he wasn't about to tell me that kissing me was a mistake. Because I wasn't sure I could quite handle that.
Isaac shook his head and stared at the cookie. He had been quiet all the times I had seen him today and wasn't really sure how to take it.
"Nothing," was the response I got.
Oh god. He doesn't like me.
I sat up and crossed my legs, trying to watch his face for any tells. He was a mask, his blue eyes intent on not looking in my direction.
"Oh. Sure doesn't seem like nothing," I said cautiously, "…Because you can tell me if you've changed your mind about me, I won't be mad. If that's it."
Isaac finally snapped his gaze to me and stared, horrified. One hand shot out to cover mine and squeezed. "Oh, Em! No! That's definitely not it!" He exclaimed, "Don't you ever think that."
"…Okay. You sure?"
He nodded fervently, "Yes. Really, I'm just… My Dad just had a bit of a go last night, that's all. It's all fine though."
I breathed a sigh of relief and intertwined my fingers into his, noticing how thin and small my hands look when enveloped in his.
"I can come round and apologise to him if you want? It was my fault you were late home," I suggested, but his hand clutched mine in a viper grip and I noticed his mouth twitch slightly.
"No."
His tone meant the end of that. I was reminded of his frustration at me when I talked about his Dad after having the vision on the lacrosse pitch. He had warned me to stay out of that – whatever it was. Every family has their issues, I guess. Isaac would tell me if it was important, I'm sure.

…

The next night I had to work, so it was Thursday night when I managed to get round to visiting Derek again. It felt weird maintaining a normal life when I knew so much more than other people knew. I mean, I was working in a shop selling mugs while a murdering Alpha werewolf was plotting his next attack. My mind couldn't quite balance it all out.

I took Scott and Stiles with me, for moral support and general strength in numbers (Derek still scared the crap out of me). After Stiles turned the engine of his jeep off and we had jumped out, Scott sniffed the air and held out a hand.
"Wait. There's someone else here. Someone I don't recognise," He explained, narrowing his dark eyes at the abandoned house. With all the speed of a werewolf, Scott threw himself into the back seat and covered himself with a blanket to avoid being seen. Stiles and I had no such forewarning so simply had to stand there awkwardly, waiting.

A blonde woman sauntered out of the house as if she owned the place. Held in her hand around her long curls, she held a rod that looked like it was crackling with electricity.
"Who the…" Stiles gawped, running his eyes over the woman. I whacked him in the stomach and rolled my eyes.
She slowed her pace to a stop and surveyed us, confused and intrigued. One eyebrow rose as she called to us, "You kids looking for a place to hook up or something?"
I blushed and Stiles muttered, "Or something…"
"No, seriously," the woman took huge strides over and towers over us. I licked my lips and swallowed, fully intimidated by her. "What do you want?"
"D-derek…" I stuttered, looking to Stiles for support but his mouth was hanging open uselessly.
"How do you know Derek?" She leaned right into my face, making my eyes water. She smelt of perfume and smoke, like gun powder.
"Um, he, um, I used to- My brother- He used to be friends with my brother and I just heard he was back in the neighbourhood," I managed to lie, hoping that it would be enough to send the scary woman away.

She leaned back and pushed the end of the rod in to itself.
"What's your name?" The woman was all smiles now, which was more than confusing. I didn't know whether to tell her the truth or not.
"Emily… Emily Hoskins."
"Well, Emily. Take your boyfriend and get out of here."
It was definitely an order because Stiles was speeding towards the front seat and turning on the engine again before I even had the chance to speak back. I got back in the car and closed the door softly, making sure not to glance at where Scott was hiding in the back.

"Stiles, what are you doing, we can't leave," I muttered to him furiously, slapping one hand on the dashboard.
"Yes but she is terrifying and I do not want to know where she would stick that rod," he replied, hastily looking over his shoulder to reverse out.
"We need to talk to Derek! There's a full moon two days away and I haven't been able to predict any of the Alpha's plans! I need more information, Stiles."
"Why don't we just look in the library?" Stiles suggested, shrugging his shoulders energetically. My head fell into my hands in defeat.
"Stiles," I droned, "Stop the car, I'm going to talk to Derek on my own."
"No way!"
"Stiles. Stop the car. Now."
The tires spun on the uneven forest floor as Stiles pressed the brake pedal harshly. He widened his eyes at me. Scott finally tugged off the blanket and threw it backwards.
"Is she gone?" He asked, crawling up to a sitting position.
"I think so," I replied, opening the door to get out and have a proper look at the house, still in view down the road. Scott joined me a second later and sniffed the air again.
"Yeah, she's leaving."
"That is really weird, how you can do that," I pointed out, giving Scott a strange look. He grinned in response and clapped me on the back.
Stiles groaned and wiped his hands down his face, "You guys are the worst." He put on the handbrake and slammed the door on his exit.

"Chop chop," I urged, starting to march towards the ruined house, the boys either side of me on the forest path, ready to find out exactly what Derek Hale knew.

A.N

Bit of a shorter chapter than the last, but I am really happy with how it came out, especially the beginning! Feels weird not ending on a cliff hanger haha.
Again, thank you to anyone who has read this, even if you didn't make it this far, because this story at the time I'm publishing this has just passed 2,000 views and 1000 visitors! I couldn't ask for more, you're all wonderful!
So thanks for following and favouriting and to you those of you who review, you actually make my day every time I see an email saying I've got a new review :') I love hearing what you have to say!
Next chapter should be out tomorrow, if I can manage to squeeze it into my day, so you don't have to wait too long!
I am awful at thinking of chapter names so sorry if they are getting lame or boring :') it's what inside that counts! haha...
(Also if you'd noticed, I realise that my time line has got a bit squeezed together so there hasn't been a month since the last full moon but I'm pretty sure similar things happen in the show so I'm not too worried. I don't want to go back and edit so I'm just pretending that in my AU, there are more frequent full moons than in reality! Hahaha, oops :P It won't make an impact on the plot too much so it's fine, sorry!)