Chapter 6

"The explanation"

Right that moment, Leyla understood that she wasn't to get out of there without telling them at least something.

Stiles was still holding the lacrosse stick. It didn't look good for her. Scott and Isaac didn't transform back.

"Would you relax?" she asked, looking at Scott and Isaac. "I haven't attacked you and I'm not the first day here. I think it's safe to say I'm not a threat," she reasoned with them.

Isaac arched a brow, amused, while Scott's expression hasn't changed.

"Look, we're going to talk, I'm not stupid, I know you're not going to let me go," she tried again and looked around.

They needed to get out of there and fast. The twins ran away pretty quick and you never know anything with Deucalion. They were putting themselves in danger if they keep staying on the field.

"We need to go some other place, now," she added.

"Yeah, nice try, but not gonna happen," said Isaac, showing his canines.

Leyla rolled her eyes. That guy was so impatient and impulsive, it annoyed her.

"She's right, Isaac. They can come back…" spoke Scott, more calmly than Leyla expected.

"And not alone," finished for him Leyla.

Scott threw her a concerned look, but she decided to ignore it. It wasn't exactly the right time to get into another fight when they still were on the field. She had things more important to think of. For example, what is she going to say to them? She needed their help, but she still had no idea how to convince them she is to be trusted. And by the look Isaac was throwing her, convincing him will be the hardest part.

"Okay, this is freaking me out! Can we please get out of here?! I almost died and… by the way, thank you for saving me," Stiles looked at Leyla, and then continued on his tirade. "Those two just wanted to kill us and you're sitting here, finding out whom the hell is she! Can it wait until I'm somewhere safe and not being followed by some alpha werewolves, or vampires or freaking ghosts?!"

Leyla never met someone like that person. Stilinski was one of the kind, that was for sure. Keeping herself from bursting out laughing, she just made a gesture with her hands and started walking.

Isaac followed her with his eyes. Getting 4 coffees for them, she waited for the change and never, even once, looked at their table, where he, Scott and Stiles were sitting.

"What's going on?" Stiles asked, but was immediately stopped from talking by Scott, who reminded Stiles that she's a werewolf and could hear them.

Leyla smirked, but hasn't said anything. She was still thinking how to start the conversation she was dreading to have. But she had no choice.

'Freaking twins, they really needed to attack,' she thought, bitterly.

"Ok, no more silence," started Isaac, when she returned with the coffees.

"Yeah, I'll second to that," Leyla said. "First of all, what the hell were you doing on the school field that late?"

After all, the best defense is a good offence, isn't it?

"We were training," answered Scott, ignoring her annoyed tone. He needed information from her and by being aggressive he won't find out anything. Giving a pointed look to Isaac and Stiles not to say something, he stared at her.

"Lacrosse? Really? In the middle of the night?!" she asked, sarcastically.

"Not your place to judge. You were jogging in the middle of the night!" spoke Isaac, annoyed. Scott rolled his eyes. Looks like his advertisement has been made in vain.

"Yeah, Lahey. But compared to you, I can defend myself pretty well, don't you think?" she retorted. When he tried to say something to her, she just raised a hand. "I don't wanna fight with you. It was pure luck I decided to train today," she explained.

"It wouldn't have changed a thing. They need me alive," spoke Scott, still calm.

Isaac didn't understand why his friend was so calm. He but he was glad he finally proved he was right. She is a werewolf. But now he understood she had a lot more secrets than he imagined. He was feeling it.

"Yes, they need you alive, but they don't need him alive!" she barked at him, pointing at Stiles. "And for you it wouldn't have ended too pleasant."

"I can heal," he said again, proving his point.

"Yes, you can," she answered, this time more calmly. "But it would have hurt like hell. They still want to repay you for your little prank."

"How do you know about it?" asked Stiles. "Don't get me wrong, I have a loooot of questions right now, but it's difficult to choose, so…"

She laughed. For the first time that evening she allowed herself to laugh. She knew what kind of person Stilinski was, but he still managed to surprise her. When she caught the looks they gave her, she tried to calm herself.

"Enough," uttered Isaac. "I'm sick of our conversation, which doesn't really explain anything. Start talking," he turned his face to her and this time, she didn't even smile. He was serious.

How the hell is she supposed to tell them everything and make them believe her?

"Where have you been?!"

Leyla entered her house and saw her brother. She almost forgot about him, with the last events of the evening.

'Shit, he's going to kill me' she thought. But never mind that, she needed to tell him about what happened. He was the only one who supported her no matter what and knew the whole truth. She can't hide anything from Ryan and she won't.

"I ran into McCall's company," she said and threw herself on the bed.

Ryan kept silent for a few moments and Leyla knew he was staring at her.

"And before you start asking other questions, I had to tell them."

"Great," he mumbled and sat down near her. "What the hell happened?" he asked.

"The alpha twins, they decided to attack McCall and Stilinski…those idiots were training for lacrosse," she explained, annoyed. "Who the hell does that, in the middle of the night?" she asked.

"Well… you were jogging in the middle of the night," he said with a hint of amusement in his voice, but became serious the second after, when he saw his sisters' face.

"It was a rhetorical question," she said, even more annoyed.

"Okay, whatever, just tell me what happened,"

"Now that you know who I am…" she started, but Isaac interrupted her.

"We knew earlier too, you know," he said, sounding a little arrogant.

Leyla arched an eyebrow at him. She was starting to really not like him. He was impulsive and had a really quick mouth. She supposed he didn't think too much before he said something. Maybe for someone that was funny, but not for her. She wasn't there to have fun.

"You never had proof, anyway," she replied. "Now, would you be so kind and let me finish?" she asked, using as much sarcasm in her tone as possible, before Lahey said something else that would throw her away from the conversation she wanted to have.

She saw with the corner of her eyes that he made a face, but decided to ignore it. She had more important things to do than to fight with him.

"You need my help…just as much as I need yours," she finally said, looking right in Scott's eyes.

She waited for a few seconds when it all will sink in. She knew there's going to be an outburst and she just needed to wait for it.

"Your... what? Help? Your help? Really?"

This time it was Stiles who couldn't contain himself. Leyla wasn't surprised, she knew someone will react like that; it was just a matter of time. But she ignored him. She needed to know what was McCall thinking. He was silent the whole time, just exploring her with his eyes. She didn't understand his reaction – from what she saw and what Ryan had told her, he wasn't the one to ignore something as important as she was – a new werewolf in his town, especially with Deucalion in the picture. Something was keeping him silent and she needed to know what. She didn't realize he was so secretive. Or maybe he was rational, which was actually clever on his part, but made things difficult for her.

"Why did you come to us?" he asked, finally speaking.

She hasn't even blinked, still searching for something. Something to tell her about his reaction. Was he considering it? Was he acting? What was going on with him?

"I think you know the answer to that question," she answered him. "I don't know about your plans, but I need him dead."

"Whom?" he asked again.

This time she stared at him, shocked, but soon realized he wanted for them to be on the same page.

"Do I need to spell it out for you?" she made a pause, but saw the same looks on Stilinski and Lahey. "Great," she rolled her eyes. She made a pause and then took a deep breath.

"Deucalion. I want him dead. And I'm sure you're not dying of love for him," she commented and heard Isaac muttering something that resembled "yeah, you can bet on it".

"And why would we need your help?"

"Because, just like you, he needs me alive… McCall, I'm not playing with you."

She saw in their eyes how they doubted her words. She knew it would have happened. Everything was going according to her plan. She understood them. She would have acted the same in their situation. But that didn't mean she wasn't pissed.

"Why do you need him dead? Did he do with your pack the same he does with others? That's why he needs you alive?"

She heard Stiles asking question after question, but she wasn't sure it had any sense to answer. By the looks of it, they didn't believe one word she said. Did it really matter if she told them why she wanted him dead?

That exact moment, Clark's words came into her mind: "Trust the people you want to trust you, baby Leyla. It gets easier when you're not alone"

Maybe she really needed to give them the benefit of a doubt and open up a little bit more.

"You can say that," she answered, looking at Stilinski, then turning her head to Scott, again. "He killed my family - my mom, my brother… you can easily guess why I want him dead. With him there is no other option."

She felt their looks again – of course…pity. She hated it and realized why she wasn't so eager to tell them about her reasons. But then she looked at Isaac, he looked calm and the shocking part … there was no pity in his eyes. But he looked at her with a little bit more understanding than before.

"Listen, I'm not here to tell you the story of my life, I don't want to and you don't need it," she tried desperately to change the subject of the conversation. Isaac's look was burning through her skin. "Even though I don't look like it, I am much stronger than you can imagine… and that strength is enough to kill him. You won't succeed without me, which I can guarantee."

"Don't you think a little bit too much of yourself?" asked Scott.

Leyla smirked. "Maybe I do, but that don't necessarily means it's not true, McCall," she answered.

"You can't just sit here and expect us to believe you, just like that," he retorted.

She nodded. She never did, but she was content. Her words got to them, which meant they needed a little bit more time, but they were on her side.

"You're right, I can't. And, as a matter of fact, I don't, either," she stood up, leaving her cold coffee unfinished. "Find me when you're ready to listen to me and when you know what a genetic alpha is. Then we'll talk."

She made a few steps, but stopped abruptly. She was still near their table. Without turning her head towards them, she said:

"You're playing a game… and the worst part is, you're playing his game. And you don't even know his fucking rules."