The storm passed, and everyone inside the cellar breathed a sigh of relief, hugging one another. But suddenly, a loud creak was heard. The ceiling was giving in and everyone moved in closer together as Isaac shouldered most of the weight.
"There's no way out," Melissa McCall whimpered
"Relax, we're going to find a way" Chris said coolly but Isaac could hear his panicked undertones
There was a rumble as the pillars cracked and more sand poured in. He could hear the wild beating of their hearts. Where's Scott and Derek, Isaac thought in panic. Time was running out and they'll get buried alive in the rubles if they don't find a way out soon.
"After all the supernatural things I've been going through, I didn't think getting buried alive would be my way to go" classic Stiles commented in the brink of death
It earned him a few nervous laughs and a smack on the head by the Sheriff. Isaac could feel the weight lighten, he wasn't sure if it was because his arms were becoming numb or its being lifted.
One of the beams was moved to create a space for them to get out of. There was a figure against the light with glowing red eyes, more crimson than he'd ever seen; he assumed it was Scott or Derek.
"Go!" Isaac heaved
Slowly, the others got out one by one. Allison looked back in concern for Isaac before being urged forward by her father.
"Isaac" she almost said in a whisper but he heard her
"I'm okay" he managed to say it smugly
Chris was last to go and moments after, the cellar rumbled more violently. He could hear Melissa's gasp and Allison whimpering his name.
"Push it off" an unfamiliar voice softly rang in his ears; it was like velvet and honey, "Then grab my hand"
Reaching for the hand extended in front of him, he held on for dear life. Isaac's eyes fluttered open when he felt solid ground underneath him. Everyone was safe, thank god.
"Where's Scott McCall and Derek Hale?" he followed the source of the unfamiliar voice
A petite slender girl, no taller than Lydia he supposed, clad in a leather jacket, white tank top, black tattered jeans and a pair of black Vans. She had olive skin, short raven hair.
"I'm sorry for the lack of courtesy and proper introductions but I need to know where they are" she said when no one answered her question
Isaac raised a finger towards the direction where Scott and Derek should be, baffled like the rest on whom the stranger is.
"Thank you" she sent a smile his way before she darted through the woods
That was the last time they'd seen her. Scott didn't know her. But they asked Derek and Deaton about her identity although the two weren't so generous in giving details. He only knows 5 things about her for sure:
1. Her name is Nash.
2. The only existing Alpha Omega.
3. Has special wolf powers. (Neither Deaton nor Derek, expounded)
4. Came to Beacon Hills to restore balance. (But didn't do anything significant)
5. Took Deucalion back to Europe.
Standing in front of her, he examined her features closely. Chocolate brown doe-eyes, long lashes, a pointed nose and pink full lips.
Nash leaned sideways, looking past him, her eyes surprised but knowing. Isaac could hear Chris approaching, his breath uneven as he caught up with him.
"Did you find what you were looking for?" Chris not quite registering the girl in front of him
"Yeah…" Isaac mumbled and pointed at Nash, "Her"
Chris was stunned to see the familiar stranger in front of him, her curious eyes on the two. Her lips curled up into a smile, as she extended a hand.
"I believe we have not formally met. I'm Nash Lycos"
"So I've heard" Isaac gave a sideways smile as his hand met hers, "Isaac, Isaac Lahey"
"Nice to meet you, thank you for the directions" she grinned and extended her hand to Chris
He was rigid at first but took her hand and shook it. Chris always had trouble warming up to new wolves he meets, even if this one did help save his life.
"Chris Argent. I believe I owe my life to you."
Isaac wanted to comment on the remark. Who was holding the beam for god knows how long so that they won't get crushed, him. Nash caught his expression.
"Not me I believe, to Isaac" she gave a soft and infectious laugh as crinkled her eyes, "He did hold up the beam, I only made a hole"
It lightened the mood, and soon the three were in chorus. She didn't stay long though; soon she excused herself and went on her way.
Isaac sat by the window of the Argents' flat, overlooking the Parisian city lights giving a long sigh.
"It's quite interesting…" Chris mumbled as he scanned through the rows of book on the wall
"What is?"
"Nash Lycos" he pulled out a heavy dusty hard-bound and set it on the coffee table, "Also known as Natasha Lycos"
Isaac curiously peered over his shoulder as he watched Chris flip through the pages.
"The Lycos family was one of the oldest family of wolves, much older than the Hales" Chris absently said rapt in whatever he was reading
"And so if she's from an ancient family of wolves?" Isaac rolled his eyes in sudden disinterest with the history lesson
"17-years ago, the whole Lycos family got wiped out. No one knows for sure if anyone survived."
"Did another Argent burn their house down?" he said dryly, catching Chris' sour expression
Chris sighed, "In an all-out clan war."
This caught Isaac's attention, "About?"
"Leadership dispute, but rumor has it that the Alpha-born lives" Chris looked at Isaac, "How old do you suppose Nash is?"
"Around 17 or 18" Isaac shrugged, "Maybe she's the Alpha-born?"
"She is the Alpha-born" Chris closed the book
It's been more than a week since Chris left for Beacon Hills. He left Isaac with a generous amount of money to support himself while staying in Paris and even the keys to the Argent's flat.
Throwing a book beside him, Isaac lay silently on the bed. He'd been reading the Argents' collection of supernatural books from their mini library. Its been keeping him occupied the past few days. Most fictional beings are actually quite true and maybe soon enough he'll find out about unicorns and leprechauns' existence.
The flat's quieter than usual. His thoughts wandered from his readings to the last supernatural event in Beacon Hills. He sat up, shaking his head.
"No" he grumbled to himself, he did hate it when he's left to his own thoughts
Without skipping a beat, he got to his feet, grabbed his coat and made his way outside. It was a chilly evening but he loved the cold air prickling his heated skin.
Shoving his hands in his pocket, he walked aimlessly under the moonlight.
The streets were still busy with people and vehicles. The noise was heightened by his wolf senses yet he welcomed it. It was better than being stuck with his miserable thoughts.
He looked up the night sky, zeroing in on the pale silver moon contemplating how he's going to fare in the coming full moon. Its not just Allison he lost that night, his control left him too. Maybe because of the invisible tether that linked them.
In the last two months, the only thing that kept him from causing chaos was his determination to not hurt Chris. But then of course, Chris could just easily put him down with his wolfs bane bullets. So now that Chris is gone, there's nothing anchoring him again.
Maybe the kids in Beacon Hills will just hear in the news a series of gruesome murders in France. He snickered at the thought.
Isaac stopped and looked at the unfamiliar buildings around him. Where and how far did he wander off to, he wondered.
"Hey, stalker" he jumped in surprise pivoting around only to see Nash sitting with a book on her hand
"Christ," he quirked an eyebrow, regaining his bravado, "Are you sure you're not the one stalking?"
"Then its great luck that you happen to pass by the café I've been at for the past 2 hours" she delicately took a sip from the cup, looking through her thick long lashes, "So what are you doing here?"
"I don't even know how I got here," he muttered under his breath, forgetting she could easily hear it
"Oh? Your beta must be kicking in"
"I'm still part of a pack"
"In another continent maybe, here you're just a lone wolf, an omega" the last few words cut him like knives
It felt like he was slapped with the fact that he was alone; his heart sank.
"Hey" Nash softly called, "Sit down, you look like you could use some company"
Isaac lankily slumped in the seat across Nash, arms crossed trying to assess if she's someone he could trust. It's becoming difficult to pinpoint who the nice guys are especially after Ms. Blake. Who knew the doe-eyed sub would turn out to be the scorned emissary out on a sacrificial killing spree?
"You can trust me" her voice reassuring
"What are you psychic?" he cocked his head to the side, his apathetic demeanor kicking in
"Maybe I am," she simply countered, "What do you think?"
"One of your special wolf powers?"
Nash laughed at his term and her brows rose in approval laying the book on the table.
"How did you know? Don't tell me you're psychic" she feigned surprise
"Deaton," he said bluntly, "Any more fancy tricks?"
"Maybe." Isaac heard Nash say but her mouth was occupied drinking. She raised an eyebrow at his baffled expression. "Does this count?"
"You okay?" Nash asked with a cheeky smile
"I could hear you in my head" Isaac raked his curly hair back
"Maybe you've gone mental"
Isaac rolled his eyes and a sarcastic breathy smile. He didn't need her smart-ass commentary, that's supposed to be his thing. Her eyes followed him as he slowly got up.
"Sit down." He heard hear say, her hand extended urging him to sit back down.
"I'm sorry" Nash smiled apologetically, "I don't do well with company of other wolves"
"Clearly" Isaac laced it with every bit of sarcasm
But he remembered that she, like him, is an omega too. An orphan. Alone. Something about her draws him in.
"So are you going to tell me what's going on with that telepathy thing?" Isaac quirked
"It's supposed to be a special ability, innate to an Alpha-born" there was a sort of sadness in her voice
An Alpha-born is nature's answer to packs with leadership troubles, a werewolf born to lead. A rare but not a miraculous occurrence, not like the birth of a True Alpha.
They have special abilities, as Nash carefully explained, like sharing thoughts with fellow wolves. It's supposed to create a unity, a pack with a single mind. As an Alpha-born they're naturally stronger and powerful than most Alphas.
But as Betas discovered they could achieve Alpha status through killing one, Alpha newborns were easy targets. Even existing Alphas preyed on the Alpha-born because they were a threat and the kill added to their strength. This led to Alpha-born being practically extinct.
"Is that what happened to the Lycos'?" Isaac probed
"So you've heard of that too? What else do you know about me?" Nash asked quizzically but her voice choked, "And yes, the Lycos clan split into 3 factions"
There was already a divide in leadership before she was born. Her uncle led one group; who was the Alpha. He'd been leading the Lycos clan with an iron fist ever since he assumed power. The other group supported her ambitious cousin who was the son of the previous Alpha. Caught in between the leadership feud was Nash' family and those who believed that Nash is the true heir of the Alpha status.
"I heard everyone died," he probed overlooking how rude his remark was out of his intense curiosity, "Is that why you're an Alpha Omega?"
"I'm an omega by choice," she said a little too proudly, "Besides I have better things to do than managing a pack"
"Like what? Restoring balance to supernatural stricken towns?"
Nash snorted, her laughter chiming in his ears.
"A typical emissary statement" she said in between chuckles, "As you witnessed, I don't do well in that department. Honestly I'd rather discipline unruly omegas. So watch out."
Isaac raised his arms innocently faking surrender. He remembered Deaton telling them that she took Deucalion back to London; he wondered what she did to him.
"I didn't kill him" she answered his quiet thought, "Just made sure he went back to London and behaved himself"
"Or what, you'll make him sit in the corner?"
"No, I'll end him" she deadpanned, her voice cold as ice
He nervously shifted in his seat and Nash burst to laughter once more. Isaac frowned; he didn't like being laughed at. It gave him chills though somehow he knew she could easily do it.
Author's Note: Your comments and suggestions are very much appreciated! It would really help me improve my writing.