Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Teen Wolf or any of the music referenced in this fic.
Author's note: Hi everyone! So this fic has gone through a TON of editing. I went ahead and took down the other chapters and will be reposting them over the next few days. In the meantime, please reread the new chapter below. I changed the main character's name to Lyanna (don't ask me why, it just felt right) and I've changed a bit of the premise. I promise you, this is WAY better. When I went back and read this, I was honestly embarrassed. My writing is way better now I think, and I hope you enjoy! Please review and let me know! FYI, I am back and will be updating VERY regularly! :)
CHAPTER 1
Lyanna Harmon trudged up the paved steps towards the bustling gray building that was Beacon Hills High with a sour expression on her face. She loathed school and the whole experience was made even more uncomfortable due to the fact that she knew absolutely no one here. Just a week ago, Lyanna had moved to Beacon Hills from her childhood home of Mystic Falls. She had left behind the friends she had known her whole life and, if her brother got what he wanted, her magic as well. Lyanna thought back to that night, the worst night of her life.
"I can't talk about this right now Liam! I have to go, my friends need me."
"Don't you dare take one step out that door Lyanna! We don't get involved in vampire business and there is no way in hell I am letting you open a tomb full of them," he shouted at her as she moved towards the door.
"No! I am done listening to you! My whole life, I have done nothing but keep my secret from my friends. Even when vampires started showing up and Bonnie found out that she was a witch, I said nothing. Because you told me to! But they know now and they need my help. I'm going and that's that," Lyanna shouted right back.
"You don't owe them anything! They have been terrible to you since you told them!" Liam replied.
She froze at that. He was right. Lyanna had finally fessed up and told Elena everything. But instead of being understanding, she was angry. She didn't understand why Lyanna had stayed quiet instead of helping her friends all this time. But none of that mattered.
"I'm not letting anyone die just because my feelings are hurt," Lyanna said quietly before starting towards the door again.
She was vaguely aware of her brother muttering something under his breath, then her vision turned dark and she collapsed before she could even grab the handle of the door.
A few hours later, Lyanna peeled her eyes open at the sound of her phone buzzing next to her. With a groan she lifted herself up and grabbed her phone, seeing 7 missed text messages.
Where are you?
We're opening the tomb. We need your help.
Bonnie can't do the spell by herself
Your brother said you're sick
What's going on?
We need you
Katherine wasn't there. We're heading to Bonnie's gram's place.
Lyanna couldn't read anymore. She was off her bed, opening her window, and crawling out without a second thought.
She slammed furiously on the door, waiting for someone to answer. Finally, Elena opened it.
"Lyanna, where have you been?"
"My brother's an ass. What happened?", Lyanna said shortly, pushing past Elena and searching the living room for Bonnie.
"Bonnie and her Grams opened the tomb. Anna showed up and got her mom out, but Katherine wasn't there."
"Katherine wasn't there? But that means… She's been out this whole time, hasn't she?" Lyanna asked incredulously. Elena only nodded, staring down into her mug of tea. There was an awkward silence.
"I-I'm sorry… That I wasn't there," Lyanna started to explain, drifting off when Elena looked at her.
"What happened to you?" she asked quietly.
"I tried to leave, but Liam wouldn't let me. He even knocked me out, the bastard."
Elena looked alarmed. She opened her mouth to respond when a sharp cry from another room stopped them both.
"Elena!"
Lyanna and Elena shared a worried look before they both ran to the back of the house to find Bonnie crying and her Grams laying very still on her bed.
"Help! Wake up! She's not breathing! She's just not breathing! Please, wake up!"
"Oh my god," Lyanna exclaimed as Elena ran out of the room. She heard her grab a phone and start talking to a 911 dispatcher.
"I'm gonna fix it! It's okay, I can fix this! Help me fix it, please!" Bonnie cried, turning and grabbing Lyanna's hand, pulling her to the open grimoire nearby. She started shuffling through the worn pages frantically, looking for anything to help. Lyanna gently put her hands over Bonnie's, stopping her from flipping through the pages.
"There's nothing you can do Bonnie," she said quietly.
"But you can! There has to be something you can do, right?" Bonnie asked as Elena came back into the room.
Lyanna just shook her head.
"I'm so sorry," she whispered, feeling her eyes fill with tears.
"Then what good are you?" Bonnie shouted, tearing her hands from Lyanna's and grabbing the grimoire again.
Lyanna sat back and watched as Elena grabbed Bonnie and held her as she sobbed.
Lyanna had come back that night and told her brother what happened. Without a second thought he told her to start packing, that they would leave by the end of the week.
"Witches are dying now. We can't be anywhere near that," Liam had explained before heading to his room. He hadn't even cared about what had happened.
Of course they ended up not leaving for another two months because he couldn't find a job. Then miraculously, Liam landed some mystery job that he refused to spill the details on.
As she looked up at her new school in a new town, Lyanna couldn't help the bubble of resentment that stirred in her stomach when she thought of her brother. Thankfully, that mystery job took him out of town most days of the week. The one good thing to come out of all of this had been her freedom from him. Just as she was about to move, Lyanna's phone buzzed with a text from Elena.
Hey! Call me when you get home today? You're pretty much a supernatural dictionary and we could use your help. How's your first day going?
Lyanna tapped a quick reply confirming that she would call after school, asking if everything was okay. While she waited for a response, her ears caught a hushed conversation passing by.
"She ate the liver?"
"I didn't say she ate it, I said it was missing. And if she did, so what? It's the most nutritious part of the body," the boy said with frustration in his voice.
Lyanna frowned and followed the two boys into the school.
"I never ate anyone's liver," the other boy said. He had the voice of a dopey jock and a mop of brown hair to match.
"Oh right, because when it comes to werewolves you're a real model of self-control," the guy said with a roll of his eyes. Lyanna froze and digested what she had just heard.
Great. Out of the frying pan and into the fire, she thought. She looked at the two boys again and saw that they had stopped too, but were still talking. She cleared her throat and glanced at the lockers around her, quickly finding hers. It happened to be right next to them and they glanced at her as she came up.
"Sorry, my locker is right here," she said while pointing.
"Oh no worries… Are you new here?" the boy with the kind, brown eyes asked. Lyanna just nodded shortly while pulling open her locker and throwing some books and her lunch in.
"I'm Scott. This is Stiles," he said while gesturing to the boy with the buzzcut.
"Lyanna, nice to meet you," she said with a friendly smile back.
The two boys walked off after that and Lyanna turned back to her locker, not noticing when Stiles looked back at her.
First class of the day was history and Lyanna was bored out of her mind in the back row since she had already learned the material. She started writing lyrics but quickly stopped and just stared as she spun her pen on her desk. After a quick glance around, she lifted her hand and watched as her pen continued to spin on its own and smiled. She continued to watch as the teacher blathered on, not even noticing as Stiles turned around to ask if she caught what the last slide was. He stopped short and watched as the pen spun on its own, looking up at the girl in confusion. Her green eyes were staring absentmindedly at the pen, loose brown curls shining golden in the sun filtering through the windows. Suddenly her green eyes locked with his brown ones in alarm and she slammed her hand down, effectively stopping the spinning. Everyone turned to look at what caused the noise and Lyanna cleared her throat awkwardly as Stiles turned back around, opening her notebook and pretending to take notes. When the bell rang for next period, she was the first one out the door.
Lyanna was walking to her last period of the day, eyes peeled on the other students in an effort to avoid Stiles, when her phone buzzed. One glance had her confused, shouldering open the door to an empty classroom to take the call.
"What do you want?" Lyanna asked sharply.
"Well hello to you too, Little Miss Sunshine," Damon Salvatore's voice replied sarcastically.
"I'm not in the mood Damon. What do you want?", she repeated with a glance out the door, hoping not to spot a pair of curious brown eyes.
"We've got a bit of a werewolf situation. What do you know about the Sun and the Moon curse?" Damon asked.
"You too huh? Nothing off the top of my head, but I'll check my grimoires when I get home. What do you know?" Lyanna replied.
"What do you mean 'me too'? What's going on with you?"
"Pretty sure I met a werewolf this morning. Seemed nice enough at least. What do you know about the curse, Damon?" Lyanna asked again.
"It's some Aztec curse that keeps vampires from walking in the sun and werewolves transforming every full moon," Damon explained.
"Aztec, got it. I have a few books I can look through," Lyanna said distractedly, moving to hang up the phone.
"Wait," Damon started.
"What?" Lyanna said, irritation coloring her tone.
"Would you listen if I told you to be careful?" Damon asked. His voice made Lyanna freeze in place. He almost sounded like he was worried about her.
Not possible, Lyanna thought.
"Not even if you cared. I'll let you know what I find," she said before hanging up. She left the room quickly and turned into chemistry, taking a seat in the back row again. She was thrown back into a memory from about a month ago rather abruptly.
Lyanna leaned against the wall of the Lockwood mansion and watched disinterestedly as people danced to classical music and made small talk. These events always bored her, but she had to make an appearance if she wanted any hope of winning the Miss Mystic pageant next week.
"There she is. How's my favorite witch?" Damon said while throwing a sarcastic smile at the brown-haired girl. She didn't spare him a glance as she took a sip of her drink.
"What do you want, Damon?"
He glanced down at her, noting her tight black dress and high heels, the way her loose curls tumbled down her shoulders to the middle of her back and hummed in appreciation.
"Nothing related to your witch expertise at the moment," he said while looking back out at the room. Lyanna glanced at him in wary surprise, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.
"I need a distraction. Dance with me?" he said while holding out a hand. Lyanna thought about saying no, but then she looked at his face. His handsome blue eyes were soft, which was a rare occurrence, especially when they were pointed at her. She took his hand and he spun her onto the dancefloor, grabbing at her waist and holding her close. Sure they had jokingly flirted in the past, but Lyanna knew that he was in love with Elena. Still, it felt good to have his attention on her and she would be lying to herself if she said she wasn't interested. Besides, when he looked at her like how he currently was, Lyanna almost didn't care that he was obsessed with another girl.
"Do you mind if I sit here?"
A voice disrupted the hazy memory and Lyanna looked up to find a tall boy with blue eyes looking at her expectantly.
"Not at all, please," Lyanna said while gesturing to the seat at her table. Just as he was sitting, the two boys from this morning walked in.
Scott and Stiles, she reminded herself.
"Is this yours?" the boy next to her asked. He was holding out her worn lyric journal.
"Yeah sorry," Lyanna said while taking it quickly. Her hand brushed his and she sucked in a breath as an image flitted across her mind. It was the boy next to her, but with glowing yellow eyes.
Werewolf.
He looked at her questioningly and she gave a hesitant smile as she held out her hand.
"I'm Lyanna, by the way," she said while he took her hand in his. That same feeling overtook her and she was sure after that.
"Isaac," he said with a handsome smile.
They both turned to the front after that and paid attention to class. Lyanna caught Stiles looking at her on more than one occasion, noticing how fidgety the boy was. There was a pop quiz announced and Lyanna was glad that she had already taken this class in Mystic Falls.
She was just answering the 3rd question when there was a commotion up front.
"This is a pop quiz, Mr. Stilinski. If I hear your voice again, I may be tempted to give you detention for the rest of the year."
Lyanna snorted at this but didn't look up from her quiz.
"Can you do that?" she heard Stiles say.
"There it is again. Your voice, triggering the only impulse I've ever had to strike a student. Repeatedly and violently. I'll see you at three for detention."
Lyanna raised her eyebrows at that, surprised a teacher was allowed to get away with speaking to a student like that. Still, she kept her head down and the rest of class finished without any unforeseen events.
The next day, Lyanna got up early and went to the spare bedroom to train. As she spun and kicked the punching bag in front of her, she was pulled into another memory from Mystic Falls.
"You're small, so you need to focus on speed and momentum. You won't get anywhere from trying to punch the hardest or be the strongest. You need to be smarter than that."
Lyanna narrowed her eyes and did the move again, focusing on the faster movement.
"That's better. Now let's spar a bit," Mr. Saltzman said with a sharp nod.
"Thanks Ric", she said with a grin before dodging a punch and going for his legs with a grunt.
She shook herself out of it, trying not to think about Mystic Falls as she got ready for school.
As she was leaving, her phone buzzed and she glanced down to see Damon calling again. She heard his voice as soon as she answered.
"You didn't call."
"Because I didn't find anything useful," Lyanna replied shortly.
"And you didn't think to let me know?" he asked, sounding annoyed.
"Nope. Did you find anything out on your end?" Lyanna asked, not at all concerned by his tone of voice. She started her car and drove down the street as he explained.
"Just that a werewolf bite is fatal to vampires, which is not good considering one almost bit Caroline last night."
"What! When the hell did a wolf get to Mystic Falls anyway?" Lyanna demanded.
"Mason Lockwood showed up to town, Tyler's uncle," Damon explained.
"Yeah, I know who Mason Lockwood is. You aren't going to do anything stupid, are you?" Lyanna asked.
"Of course not. I'm just going to show up to Jenna's barbecue and have a friendly conversation with him," Damon said. His voice was practically dripping with sarcasm. Lyanna frowned at this as she parked her car and got out, leaning to grab her book bag and balancing her phone between her ear and her shoulder. She barely even noticed a pair of brown eyes watching her suspiciously from the sidewalk.
"You're going to get yourself killed," Lyanna said.
"Please, give me some credit. I plan on bringing a very nice, very fancy set of silver carving knives for Jenna," Damon added.
"Silver doesn't work genius. Find another way to piss him off."
"So you did find something useful last night," Damon replied.
"I already knew that. I've been a witch my whole life, you pick up a thing or two about supernatural creatures," Lyanna said quietly, keeping an eye on the other students to ensure no one was paying attention to her conversation.
"Any other tips?"
"Wolfsbane works, since you're so insistent on pissing off a werewolf. Try not to get anyone else involved if you can. I have to go, keep me posted on what happens," Lyanna said while stuffing her backpack in her locker and grabbing the books she needed.
She hung up without another word.
As she turned to head to first period, she noticed students stopping to stare at two girls who had walked through the front doors of the school. One had long dark brown hair and the other flowing red hair. She caught whispers about a girl named Lydia Martin and assumed that one of the girls who walked in was her. She averted her gaze, not one for school gossip, and continued towards class.
In history Lyanna pulled out her notebook, doodling more lyrics while listening to another lecture. She met Stiles' gaze yet again as he looked back at her for the fourth time in the past 20 minutes.
"Can I help you?" Lyanna whispered at him with irritation.
"Nope, no sorry," he said loudly before turning back around. The history teacher gave them a warning look before turning to write on the board again. Lyanna thought for a moment, weighing her options before sucking in a breath.
"So is that girl who went streaking through the woods really a werewolf?" she whispered quietly.
Stiles turned around so fast that Lyanna thought he would get whiplash. He glanced at her, dumbfounded for a moment while she just stared at him with a raised brow.
"How do you know about that?"
"Well you aren't exactly quiet when you talk in the hallways. You really should be more careful," Lyanna said in amusement.
He opened and closed his mouth a few times, trying to find the right words to say. It didn't help that Stiles kept getting distracted by the spark in her green eyes when she looked at him.
"Well you should be more careful with your little party trick," he said while glancing pointedly at her pen where it sat on her desk. She smiled at him amusedly before sitting back in her seat.
"I suppose that's true," she said calmly. Stiles stared at her for a moment longer with narrow eyes and she stared back.
"What are you?" he said loudly. The history teacher cleared his throat loudly and all eyes were on them.
This guy does not know the art of subtlety, Lyanna thought.
Lyanna watched Stiles and Scott walk into chemistry, Stiles watching her suspiciously. She just sat back in her chair and smiled back, waggling her fingers at him in greeting.
"What did you do to him?" Isaac asked with amusement. Lyanna glanced at the boy next to her, noting his piercing blue eyes trained on her.
"Nothing yet, that's why he's on edge," she said with a shrug while getting her notes out for class.
"Oh?" he said with a suggestive raise of his eyebrows and a mischievous smirk on his face.
"Not like that," Lyanna said, wrinkling her nose at the thought.
"Got it," Isaac said simply, turning to look at the board. Lyanna glanced at him again, noting the way his body was angled towards her slightly.
"What's that in your backpack?" Lyanna asked, not worrying about class starting. He looked back at her with an easy smile, glancing at the stick protruding from his backpack.
"Lacrosse stick, I have practice after school today."
"So the school has a lacrosse team, but not football," Lyanna thought out loud.
"Well it's the better sport," Isaac responded quickly.
"It's basically the same thing, but with sticks," Lyanna replied, not understanding this obsession that everyone seemed to have with it. Or sports in general.
Isaac opened his mouth to respond, his eyes lighting up at the challenge that Lyanna laid out for him, but Mr. Harris cleared his throat and they were both forced to turn their attention to the front of the room.
The bell rang and Lyanna quickly got up from her seat and texted her brother to check in. She hadn't heard from him, which was odd. Without really paying attention, Lyanna found herself walking to the lacrosse field outside and settling down in the bleachers. If everyone was so in love with the sport, she might as well see what all the hype is about.
"...It's kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who." Scott said.
"What if you could get him one-on-one?" Stiles countered.
Scott nodded and Stiles promptly rushed over to another boy and started talking to him. A couple minutes later, he came back with a bunch of goalie pads in his arms.
"I told Coach you're switching with Danny," Stiles said slightly out of breath.
"But I hate playing goal," Scott said.
"Remember the part where I said I had a plan? This is the plan," Stiles said while gesturing to the pads.
"Oh...what's the plan?" Scott said, his face twisted with confusion. Lyanna laughed at this and sat back in the stands, watching this disaster pan out.
"I seriously don't know how you survive without me," Stiles said distractedly, looking around for the source of the laughter. He locked eyes with Lyanna right as he turned back to Scott before freezing and looking back over at her when he comprehended who it was.
"How are you always around suddenly?" he shouted to her. She just shrugged and looked at the other players on the field. Lyanna spotted Isaac and he waved at her with a smirk. She waved back and then they were off to practice.
She watched as Scott left the goal and raced up to the first player, slamming into him.. Lyanna watched in amusement as he repeated this several times, getting weird looks and jabs from the coach.
Stiles went and grabbed some water from the bench they were at and Lyanna got up and sat next to him. She'd had enough of watching Scott ram himself into every player on the lacrosse team. He was watching Scott so closely that he didn't even notice her until she cleared her throat loudly. He jumped and glared at her before settling down.
"What do you want?" he asked rudely. Lyanna ignored his foul mood and watched him carefully.
"You know, if you want to know who the other werewolf is, all you have to do is ask."
He turned and looked at her with amazement.
"You know who it is? How?"
"Not important. I figured it out yesterday," Lyanna said while looking at her heeled boots smugly. Stiles was silent for a moment before gesturing for her to continue, but she stayed silent.
"Well? Who is it?"
"What will you do when you find out?"
"Why do you care?"
"Why wouldn't I care?"
He was quiet again, sighing in frustration at the strange girl next to him. She watched him get up and start to head back onto the field. She internally debated whether to tell him.
"Hey!" Lyanna shouted at him.
He turned around and walked a few steps toward her.
"It's Isaac Lahey, number 14." Lyanna said quietly.
Stiles' eyes widened before he turned and watched as Isaac took a step up towards the goal. The two wolves ran at each other and Lyanna watched in fascination as they slammed into each other, spinning in the air and landing in defensive crouches. Stiles' jaw dropped open and he turned back to her. She just raised her eyebrows at him and got up to stand next to him and watch.
Suddenly everyone's attention turned to the edge of the field and Lyanna watched as a sheriff and two deputies walked up to coach.
"What's going on?" she asked Stiles.
Scott ran over to them and shot Lyanna a look.
"She's fine. What happened?" Stiles said.
Scott shot her another look but trusted Stiles and told them both what happened on the field.
"Can you hear them?" Stiles asked.
"His father's dead," Scott said.
"Are you kidding?" Stiles responded and Lyanna watched Isaac's reaction closely for any sign of guilt.
"They think he was murdered," Scott said as Isaac was ushered off of the field.
"Did they say he's a suspect?" Lyanna asked quickly. She ignored the look Stiles shot her.
"I don't think so, why?"
"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for 24 hours," Stiles explained.
"You mean like overnight?" Scott asked.
"During the full moon," Stiles finished. Lyanna sucked in a deep breath and watched Isaac with concern. She hadn't known him very long, but he didn't look like the sort of kid who would murder his own father.
"How good are the holding cells at holding people?" Scott asked.
"People? Good. Werewolves? Probably not so good," Stiles explained.
"Stiles, remember how I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"
"Yeah."
"He does," Scott finished, and they looked at each other in concern.
Lyanna caught Stiles heading to his blue jeep before the end of the day and stepped in front of him.
"I want in," she said firmly.
"In on what?" he asked as he tried to walk around her. She just stepped in front of him again, this time placing a hand out to stop him from walking around her.
"Whatever the plan is to help Isaac," Lyanna said with determination.
"Look, there is no plan. Besides, you wouldn't be much help anyways," he said before maneuvering around her and opening his car door to toss his backpack in.
"That little 'party trick' you saw the other day? I can do more than just that," Lyanna said, grabbing his car door before he could slam it shut in her face. Stiles looked back at that and saw the steely look she had fixed on him.
"What do you mean?" he asked.
She held eye contact with him while focusing on the sky. As they watched each other, the wind began to pick up and the sky darkened. There was a deep rumble of thunder from a distance and leaves swirled around them. Just as soon as it had started, the wind calmed and Lyanna watched his reaction closely. She hoped she didn't make a mistake showing him what she was.
"Did you do that?" he asked bewildered.
"I can help you if you'll let me," she said as an explanation for what just happened. Stiles stared at her in shock before finally sighing and throwing his hands up in the air.
"Get in then," he said quickly and Lyanna smiled.
Lyanna held on to the edge of her seat in fear as Stiles drove at an insane speed while on the phone.
"I'm running late, but I'm on my way," he said quickly..
"Well, we need to do something right now. They were asking me all these questions about Lydia and how she was bitten by Peter. And then they sent this guy out-" Lyanna heard just barely from Stiles' phone.
"What guy?" Stiles interrupted.
"He was dressed as a sheriff's deputy."
"They must be sending him to the station for Isaac," Lyanna said quietly and Stiles reiterated that to Allison.
"He was also carrying this box and there was something on it. Like a carving," Allison explained.
"What was it?" Stiles asked.
"Hold on, it's in one of the books. I'm taking a picture," she said while shuffling around.
"Wolfsbane," Stiles confirms after looking at the picture briefly.
"What does it mean?" Allison asked. Lyanna rolled her eyes at the stupid question.
"It means he's going to kill Isaac, genius," she yelled at the phone. Stiles shot an annoyed glance at her, though Lyanna was sure she caught a hint of amusement in his eyes too.
"Who's that?" Allison responded with.
"Uhhh, don't worry about it," Stile responded shortly.
"I can slow him down if you can get to the sheriff's station on time," Allison said, deciding to listen to Stiles.
"Got it," Stiles said before hanging up and pushing down even more on the accelerator. There was silence in the jeep for a bit before Lyanna's curiosity got the better of her.
"So, who's Peter?"
Stiles looked at her but didn't say anything. She rolled her eyes and sat back in her seat.
"I'm here to help Stiles, but I need as many details as you can give me."
Stiles ignored the way his heart stuttered when she said his name.
"Peter was the alpha before Derek, who turned Isaac. He was crazy and a murderer. He also turned Scott." Stiles explained.
"And I'm assuming this Derek guy killed Peter to become alpha?" Lyanna asked.
"Yeah, how much do you know anyways?" Stiles asked, glancing at her suspiciously.
"Just what I've read in books. And I've met a werewolf before, though at the time I didn't realize it," Lyanna explained, thinking of Mason Lockwood.
"What, so you get all of your info from Twilight or something?" Stiles asked with an unimpressed look at her. Lyanna rolled her eyes at him.
"Ew, no. I have grimoires with loads of information about supernatural creatures," Lyanna said.
"You mean there's other stuff out there besides werewolves and whatever the hell you are?" Stiles asked with a panicked expression.
Before she could respond, Stiles' phone rang and he picked it up. Scott explained the plan and Stiles seemed reluctant but agreed. Then he called and checked in with Allison before pulling up to the deputy station.
Suddenly the door to the passenger side opened and Lyanna jumped in surprise. A man with blue eyes and a dark beard looked her up and down with an annoyed glare, then turned to Stiles questioningly.
"Who the hell is this?" he said rudely.
Lyanna scoffed at that and opened her mouth to respond, but Stiles beat her to it.
"Lyanna, she's here to help. Get in Derek," he said shortly. Derek climbed into the backseat of the jeep and they brainstormed ideas quickly.
"The keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office," Stiles explained.
"Your father's the sheriff?" Lyanna interrupted.
"How are you getting in the lockbox?" Derek said while ignoring her. She narrowed her eyes in annoyance and Stiles shot her an apologetic look.
"My father's got two passwords, my birthday and my mother's birthday. The problem is getting past the front desk," he said quickly.
"I'll distract her," Derek countered.
"Woah woah, you? You can't go in there!" Stiles responded.
"I was exonerated," Derek said matter-of-factly. Lyanna raised her eyebrows at this.
"You're still a person of interest."
"An innocent person."
"You? Yeah right."
"You're not getting in there without me."
"Okay, what's your plan?"
"To distract her."
"How, by punching her in the face?"
"By talking to her."
It was like watching a tennis match and Lyanna was getting dizzy going back and forth between the two of them.
"Oh obviously. Because when I think of diverting conversation or stimulating banter, I think of Derek Hale," Stiles said sarcastically and Lyanna couldn't stop the amused smirk on her face as Derek glared.
"At least give me a sample. What are you going to open with?"
Derek continued to glare at him and Lyanna giggled.
"Dead silence. That should work beautifully, don't you think Lyanna?" Stiles asked, turning to her.
"Oh absolutely Stiles, 100%," she replied.
"Any other ideas?" Stiles asked.
"I'm thinking about punching you in the face," Derek said shortly. Lyanna and Stiles simultaneously rolled their eyes at that before they all got out of the car and headed towards the front door.
Stiles held a hand out in front of Lyanna to stop her as Derek walked in. He peeked around the corner to watch the conversation.
"Good evening, how can I help…you?" Lyanna heard the lady at the front desk ask.
She listened as they exchanged niceties, rolling her eyes. Stiles grabbed her hand and pulled her along as they snuck past the front desk, leading her to his dad's dark office. They both crouched down towards the lockbox and he punched in the code, only to find it empty.
"Well that's not good," Lyanna said shortly.
"I'm gonna look around. Go check on Derek, make sure he hasn't killed anyone," Stiles said. Lyanna nodded before creeping back up to the front.
She watched Derek laugh at something the lady said and lean forward on the counter towards her. She turned to head back to the sheriff's office only to find it empty. Frowning, she turned towards the back hallway and hoped she didn't run into any deputies.
Suddenly, she heard a scuffle of shoes and moved in that direction. Not a minute later, the fire alarm went off.
"Shit," she muttered to herself, breaking out into a run.
Just as she was rounding a corner to the cells, she heard a roar. She turned to find Isaac, his eyes yellow and his hair grown out and bushy, holding what looked like a deputy up against the wall. To her right, Stiles was crouched on the floor, hiding behind a table. She moved towards him, hoping not to draw attention to them.
"Are you okay?" she asked quietly, eyes roaming up and down for any sign of injury.
"Yeah, yeah I'm fine," he replied, eyes moving back to Isaac. Lyanna turned and found him moving to glare at us. Stiles got up to stand in front of her, to shield her from the wolf. If there was time, Lyanna might've stopped to appreciate the gesture. Isaac took two menacing steps towards them before breaking into an all out run.
"Motus," Lyanna shouted, gesturing towards Isaac. She watched as he was flung into the opposite wall, groaning and holding his elbow. This only seemed to piss him off more though, because he turned and growled at them. Just as he was about to rush at them again, Derek stepped into the room. He glanced down at the syringe of wolfsbane, crushed it with his foot, then turned to Isaac. Lyanna watched in fascination as Derek's eyes turned red and he roared at Isaac, who's eyes faded from bright yellow to dull yellow. He ducked and cowered against the wall, then turned back to them as himself.
"How did you do that?" Stiles asked Derek and he turned to look at them.
"I'm the alpha," he said simply, grabbing Isaac and hauling him out of the room. Lyanna and Stiles stood there in shock for a minute, the fire alarm still going around them.
"C'mon, we need to get out of here before my dad shows up," Stiles said, grabbing her wrist and pulling her after him.