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Ch. 1 Breathe
Pain was the first thing Isaac felt as he rose from his position on the cot. Pain in his throat, pain in his sides, pain all the way from the top of his head to the tips of his fingers.
"Where is she? Where's the girl?" he asked, his head pounding harder the more he spoke. His skin crawled, as if it was trying to detach itself from his body. He blinked several times, his eyes burning from the dryness and his tongue sticking to the top of his mouth.
"What girl?" Scott asked, taking a step closer to the newly awaken boy.
"The girl... The one with the motorcycle... The one who saved me." Isaac attempted to stand but failed, wincing in pain as he touched the back of his neck, feeling his head swim.
"Take it easy," Derek said, his deep voice booming in the spacious loft. "What girl are you talking about?"
"The one... The two guys... They were... Chasing us..." Isaac's heart pounded in his chest, feeling like it would bounce into his throat at any minute. He couldnt breath, his hands felt clammy and he felt his stomach flip.
"He's having a panic attack," Stiles said, moving to place his hand on Isaac's bare shoulder. "Okay buddy, I'm going to need you to stick your head between your legs and take a few deep breaths."
Scott and Stiles shared a worried look as Isaac did as Stiles instructed. His eyes watered as he breathed through his nose, his lungs filling with much needed air.
"We have to find her," he croaked out after a few seconds.
"We will," Scott spoke in a reassuring tone. "I'll go back to the hospital and ask my mom, okay?"
"I'm going with you," Isaac replied, rising and shrugging Stiles' hand from off his shoulder.
"The hell you are," Derek moved, blocking his way. "You still arent done healing. Until then you arent helping anyone."
"She saved my life, I cant just sit here!" Isaac challenged.
"If you go out there and you run into the Alpha pack, they will finish what they started. So sit down!"
Isaac wanted to protest. He wanted to push Derek out of the way but knew he could barely even stand on his own two feet for much longer without collapsing. He took a shaky breath before stepping back, leaning against the table near him.
"What if she isnt there?" he asked, a nervous look in his eyes. "What if the Alpha who drugged me, got her."
"Then we'll find her," Derek said, eyeing Isaac so that he got the point.
"Yeah," Scott agreed.
Isaac nodded, not sure if he trusted Derek fully yet to keep him to his word. But he trusted Scott and he knew that if he said he'd find the girl, then he was going to do just that.
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She could feel them as they entered the locker room. All five of them after one girl. Her breath hitched, as she heard the claws scrape against the floor. She clenched her eyes close, breathing out steadily. She wasnt afraid, no. But she knew this wouldnt end well for her. She clutched the broom stick tight to her chest, gulping as she tried to slow her heart down. She jumped out from behind the lockers, facing the pack and weilding her weapon, a determined look on her face. The twins growled loudly at her, and if it werent for the position she was in, she would have rolled her eyes. Typical men. Get their asses kicked by a girl and can never live it down. They watched her, menacingly and she held tightly to the stick. This was annoying her. The silence and stillness of it all.
"Well are you just going to stand there and stare at me?" she challenged.
Aiden was the first to come at her. He was always the more angry of the twins, grooming himself to become a minature Ennis. The girl dodged him, bending backwards as his fist attempted to connect with her face. She swung her stick, hitting the large werewolf over the head with it. She watched it fall to the ground in several small wood fragments. Aiden smirked, seeing that she was without a weapon and charged her, flying back as the air pulled around him and the girls hand connected with his chest. Ethan growled, seeing his brother hit the lockers and swiped at her legs, trying to knock her down. But the girl anticipated that, jumping high into the air to avoid his claws. What she didnt expect was Ennis, catching her midair by the throat, and slamming her to the ground. She gasped, feeling the air get knocked out of her body. Ennis released her, only to have Kali place her foot on the girl's throat. Her claws clenched dangerously close to her wind pipe.
"Dont you wear shoes?" the girl squeaked.
Kali pressed down harder, wishing she could crush this girl.
"Your mouth will get you into trouble little girl," Kali hissed.
The girl looked up as Deucalion stalked toward her, squatting so that he was on her level. He pulled his glasses off, his eyes red with rage and the pupils a dark, milky silver.
He smirked. "Beautiful yet, defiant."
"Because I know you're afraid of him."
"Of teenage a boy?" Deucalion scoffed.
"Of the man he'll become," she said confidently. Nothing scared Deucalion, except for what he knew was coming to him and his kind.
His jaw ticked before he rose from his squatting position.
"I'm aware of a potential threat. But someone once told me that the best way of elimintating a threat, potential or not, is to have someone else do it for you."
The girl stared at the blind alpha's back, trying to decipher what he meant. Realization hit her with a heavy pang. Why hadnt she thought of it?
"Derek."
Deucalion smirked, turning on his heels to face her. He signaled to Kali to release the girl right before he wrapped his frigid, dry hands around her neck, lifting her into the air so that her feet dangled off the ground. He cocked his head to the side, sighing heavily.
"So much potential. Wasted." He leaned in, whispering in her ear. "You were always my favorite Kellan."
Her breath caught in her throat and her eyes bulged as his grip tightened. Leave it to him to kill her in the most human way possible. She attempted to summon as much strength as possible, knowing this was her only way out. Deucalion followed her eyes as they grew glossy, almost as if he was staring into her soul so that he could see the last amount of life, drain from her. The girl used her last bit of power, feeling her body tingle and vibrate while her ears popped. The locker room was slowly no longer the locker room and Deucalion's hand was no longer around her throat. She heard a faint growl of anger as the world changed around her and her body met a icy, cement floor. She groaned, hating how she always landed face down.
"It's you," a soft voice said, standing near her. She sat up, glancing in the direction of the voice, her strength diminishing as her brown eyes met troubled blue ones.
"Isaac?" she managed to to breath out, just before losing conciousness. Isaac sped over to her, feeling his head throb harder as he caught her, just before she fully hit the ground. He held her close, looking over her body and wondering how she'd managed to get here in Derek's loft. Stiles sauntered into the room, freezing when he saw the girl.
"Uh, who the hell is that?"
"It's her." Isaac looked up, still holding her, and still confused. "It's the girl."