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CHAPTER 4

"I know what the difference between a seven and a nine is, it's a strip bolt!"

Rori woke to the sound of Isaac's exclamation. She rolled to face him as he sat on the edge of his bed. The covers were untouched, so he'd slept without them if he slept at all. The moonlight cast over him, reflecting off the sweat on his face and neck. Perhaps he'd had a nightmare.

"I'm sorry, I didn't…"

For a moment Rori thought he might have been talking to someone else, but with a look around the dark room she noted nobody else was in there. She sat up, concerned.

"What do you want me to do?"

The fear in his voice only alarmed her further. Rori untangled the sheets from her body and cautiously made her way on her hands and knees to the edge of the bed.

"I want you to shut up!"

She rose from the bed and approached him with trepidation, careful not to get within clawing distance.

"Just shut up. Shut up. Shut up!" he was working himself up, his voice was shaky.

"Isaac, can you hear me?" Rori tried.

"What can I do? I can't fix this now,"

"Isaac?"

"I can't fix this now."

She sat down beside him, only then realising that he was crying.

"I can't fix it," he choked on a sob, "I can't fix it!"

Rori couldn't wait any longer, the crying was too much for her not to do anything. She put her hand on his shoulder comfortingly. "Isaac, listen to me. Whatever you're seeing, it's not real." Rori said soothingly, "You're in the motel with me, Rori, your brand new friend, remember?"

Isaac was looking around bewilderedly, still scared out of his mind but not sobbing anymore.

"You're safe, Isaac. You're safe."

"What?" He asked with dread. Rori knew it wasn't her he was talking to. "Grab the chains, and get in."

Rori paused, sudden realisation crashing over her like a wave. He was hearing his dad telling him to get in the freezer. "Isaac, don't listen to him. Isaac, it's not real."

"I said get in." There was a moment of silence where his crying stopped and his face turned down aggressively. "Get in!" he shouted at himself, before jumping back onto the bed with pure fear on his face. He landed on his back, wrapped the pillow around his head, and curled up on his side, shaking.

Rori scrambled up the bed to his side. She tried to pry the pillow covering Isaac's face out of his hands but he was too strong, his grip too tight. Something like this had never happened to any werewolves she knew. She had no idea how to handle this. She didn't know any of Isaac's pack, nor anyone who might be able to help with this kind of thing.

The thing she did know for certain: no amount of her trying to wake him up from his hallucination was going to work.

So she did the only thing she could. She comforted him.

Rori laid down behind him, bending to his shape, and curled an arm under his and around his shoulder. She'd always wondered what it would be like to be the big spoon, it was with morbid amusement that she found herself doing it when her new werewolf friend was vividly hallucinating his worst fears.

She was trying to help but she didn't know what to do.

"Shhh," she whispered into his neck, "Shhh, it's okay."

He only whimpered and curled up into himself tighter.

"You're not alone, do you hear me?" She found her thumb taking on a mind of its own, rubbing back and forth across his shoulder soothingly. "You're not alone, Isaac, I'm right here with you. Just listen to my voice, okay? Just listen to me, I'm here. You're just imagining it, it's not real. You're safe."

Rori didn't know how long she held Isaac against her, whispering into his ear. He would flinch or whimper in fear every so often, but other than that, he was fine.

Eventually she heard muffled yelling from the next room over. She tentatively unfurled from Isaac's sweaty form and dragged herself further up the bed. She put her ear against the wall, and if the rooms were similar, she figured she was listening in on their bathroom.

"Hurry up, Stiles!" A girl cried. "He's drowning!"

"Yeah, I'm trying!"

Rori leapt to her feet, dashing out of the room and throwing open the unlocked door one room down. A girl was dancing on the spot, panicked, watching a boy with a flare lean over the bathtub. To Rori's horror she realised there was another kid submerged under the water, trapped by the vault pinning down his chest. The boy shoved the flare under the water, into the drowning kid's exposed shoulder.

The vault was suddenly thrown across the room as the boy breached the surface. His eyes were glowing a brilliant yellow, his dark skin was glistening with water under the harsh lights of the bathroom. His top and bottom canines were fully bared as he growled ferociously. Another werewolf.

The boy and girl scurried backwards out of the way as quickly as possible to avoid both the vault and the claws lashing out. The girl had orange hair and big, pouty lips. Rori recognised her as the queen bee of Beacon Hills High School, Lydia Martin. The boy – Stiles, Lydia had called him – was rather tall and scrawny, a splattering of moles laid across his neck and face. He turned to see Rori standing in the doorway panting heavily, and a look of dread crossed his pale face.

"This isn't what it looks like, I swear to-"

She didn't know if she could trust these people, but if they knew how to bring Isaac back, she had to try something. So Rori cut him off. "Isaac needs help!"

Lydia and Stiles looked at each other momentarily before taking off after Rori, who was already making haste to get back to Isaac. She didn't want to leave him alone for too long; she didn't know what he might do to himself.

They burst through the door, Rori stopping short only a few steps into the room to see Isaac's bed immaculate. And empty.

"He was right here," She stressed, pulling at her hair. "I've been with him all night!" She couldn't bear to think of all the horrid ways he could have hurt himself since she had run off and abandoned him.

She turned to see Stiles looking at Lydia expectantly, who had her eyes closed as if she were concentrating hard. Her eyes shot open and she inhaled shakily.

"Under the bed." She whispered.

Stiles began creeping towards the bed before Rori rolled her eyes and overtook him. She ripped the covers back and dropped to her knees. As the light hit Isaac's eyes, he scurried further back into the shadows.

Determined, she reached cautiously under the bed. "Isaac, listen to my voice. I know you're scared and confused, so just take my hand, okay? You're safe with me." Her fingers brushed against his and she slipped her hand into his sweaty palm. Instinctively, he gripped onto her. His grip was tight enough to make her wince, but if it offered him some distant form of comfort then she would give it to him. She turned her head to Stiles. "Do it."

Stiles stumbled to his knees and peered at Isaac's terrified face. "Hey, Isaac. I got something here for you." Then he stuck the flare under the bed.

Isaac's grip almost became unbearable until it disappeared. A deadly growl emanated from the darkness and Stiles crawled backwards immediately. Rori wasn't quick enough. As she retracted her hand from under the bed, his claws caught in her flesh. She clamped her lips shut to stifle her whimper.

In the next moment, Isaac was scurrying out, knocking her over in a haste to escape the small space he was stuck in.

He sat, his back resting against the side of her bed, breathing heavily. He was covered in a sheen of sweat – worse than earlier when she was holding him – and his eyes darted around in a panic before they settled on Stiles. "What the hell happened?"

Stiles let out a huff of relief and put his hand on his thighs to steady himself. He looked directly at Rori. "That's something I'd like to find out."

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