[2x02; Shape Shifted]

Olivia stared at Isaac, shocked at his recap of what happened to his dad the night before. According to the new werewolf, his dad had gone on a rampage and when he saw a cut on Isaac's face heal, Isaac ran away.

His dad followed him through the city and when Isaac abandoned his bike and hid in an alley, he watched his dad get killed by some type of creature. He didn't get a good look at it, but he knew that whatever it was, it wasn't human.

She turned to Derek, giving her older cousin a heavy scowl. "Why'd you bring me into this?" she asked grumpily, referring to the fact that he woke her up an hour earlier than she usually did for school and brought her to the abandoned train station where he was currently living. "I don't know what this has to do with me."

"I told you," Derek sighed, knowing that he already explained this to her. "You're part of the pack so you're included in this."

"Okay," Olivia sighed heavily. "So, not only do we have more crazy Argents in town that are declaring war, but we have this mystery creature murdering people, too."

Derek pressed his lips together. "Yep."

Olivia looked over at Isaac and saw that he was ducking his head. "So, what are we going to do?"

"Nothing for right now," Derek stood up and crossed his arms over his chest. "It's the full moon today. Isaac is going to have to be chained up and I want to keep an eye on you, too, Ollie."

"Me?" Olivia raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Just because your wound didn't heal, doesn't mean we can't take precautions," Derek reasoned with her. "I want both of you here early, right after school."

"Are you sure that Isaac should be going to school?" Olivia asked before looking over at Isaac. "I mean, no offense, but this is your first full moon and you're like a newborn baby."

"Ollie, shut up," Derek sighed shaking his head. "Just look out for him, okay? Look out for each other. You're pack now, get used to it."

Olivia's phone buzzed against her jean-clad thigh; she sighed and saw that it was a message from Stiles.

Stiles: I need to talk to you when you get here

Stiles: I have practice before school, so before then would be good

Stiles: Please 😊

Livvy: Sure, I'll be there soon

"Okay, we'll look after each other, right Isaac?" she looked at Isaac for confirmation; he nodded in agreement. "we have to get going, though, because I need to talk to Stiles."

Derek rolled his eyes at the mention of the spastic teen he thought was too annoying for his own good. "What do you need to talk about?"

"He didn't say," Olivia replied, standing up and throwing her bag over her shoulder.

"Don't tell him about the pack," Derek warned her, the three of them leaving the station so Derek could drop them off at school. "We don't need him and Scott interfering."

"I won't tell him anything, Der, relax," Olivia rolled her eyes. "Besides, I want to be there for Lydia when she gets to school."

Derek nodded and fifteen minutes later, they were pulling up to the school. Derek dropped them off toward the back of the parking lot because he didn't want Stiles to figure out that Isaac was a part of his pack yet. What he didn't think about, though, was the fact that Olivia and Isaac had never been friends—at most, they were acquaintances that spoke only in class—and they didn't normally walk into school together.

As Olivia walked with Isaac up to the sidewalk where Stiles was waiting for her, she could immediately see the suspicion in his eyes. His eyes narrowed immediately when he saw the tall blonde next to her and he really didn't look happy.

Olivia said a quiet goodbye to Isaac, telling him to text her if he needed help with control, and then approached Stiles.

"Hey," she greeted him carefully. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Why were you with Isaac Lahey?" Stiles blurted without greeting her back.

"Um," Olivia shook her head, trying to come up with a lie. "He was dropped off next to me. He said hello and I said hello back."

"He was dropped off next to you?" Stiles raised an eyebrow at her.

"Yes," Olivia said, gritting her teeth. She didn't like that he was questioning her, especially when it wasn't any of his business. If she wanted to walk with someone, she would. It had nothing to do with him. "What did you want to talk about?"

"How do you even know Isaac?"

"Are you serious, Stiles?" she complained, now irritated.

"I'm just saying, you don't really know him—"

"It's not really any of your business what I—"

"—and really, he's not your type, is he—"

"—how on Earth would you know what my type is—"

"—I know that he's not it—"

"—you don't know anything, Stiles—"

"—I know that—"

"Stiles, this isn't any of your business!" Olivia finally snapped, knowing that they were just going to keep talking over each other. "So, if you're not going to tell me what you wanted to talk about, I'm leaving."

"Fine!" Stiles exclaimed, equally angry. His jealousy was fueling his anger, though, and the more he thought about her and Isaac, his blood boiled. "Are you guys...?"

"That's it," Olivia scoffed and went to walk away from him.

Stiles quickly caught up with her, reminded of the question he intended to ask before jealousy got a hold of him. "Wait, wait," he gently grabbed her arm and pulled her to a stop only for his hand to be slapped away. "Ouch! What the hell, Livvy?"

"Don't manhandle me," Olivia scowled.

"I wasn't manhandling you!" Stiles glared down at her and then shook his head. "Look, it's the full moon tonight."

"Okay, and...?"

"And," he gave her an annoyed look. "I wanted to make sure you're okay. Do you need help tonight? I know you said your bite didn't heal but I just want to make sure..."

Olivia pressed her lips together, trying to ignore the warmth blossoming in her chest. It was sweet that Stiles was checking on her but her anger at him overpowered that feeling. "I'll be fine," she said sharply. "Just focus on Scott."

"Fine."

"Fine!"

Olivia stomped up to the school, leaving an angry Stiles behind.

-

-

"...and she walked in with Isaac Lahey," Stiles finished wrapping up his story, venting to Scott about his earlier argument with Olivia. "so, then we argued and she stomped away."

Scott furrowed his eyebrows. "Isaac Lahey?" he asked doubtfully; never had he seen Isaac and Olivia together. "As in, our teammate Isaac Lahey?"

"Yep," Stiles muttered bitterly. "And she said she didn't want help tonight, so I'm free to help you out."

"I think I'll be fine tonight," Scott told him as they turned down the hallway that led to the boys' locker room.

Stiles scoffed. "Yeah right."

Scott said that the last night of the full moon and he ended up breaking out of his handcuffs and almost killing Allison and Jackson. He knew that Scott's control was good, but he didn't trust it enough yet.

"I'm serious," Scott insisted. "It's not like the last full moon. I don't feel the same."

"Oh, does that include the urge to maim and kill people?" Stiles snarked back at him. "Like me?"

"I swear I don't have the urge to maim and kill you," Scott promised as they entered the locker room.

"You know, you say that now but then the full moon goes up and out come the fangs and the claws and there's a lot of howling and screaming and running everywhere, okay?" Stiles ranted, walking to his locker. "And it's very stressful on me, so yes, I'm still locking you up."

"Okay, fine," Scott conceded. "but I do think I'm more in control now. Especially since things are good with Allison."

Stiles immediately glared at him, already having heard—against his will—numerous stories about what sex with Allison was like. It was more information than he ever wanted to know about his best friend and his girlfriend.

"Okay, I'm aware of how good things are with Allison."

Scott grinned dreamily. "They're really good."

"I—thank you, I know."

"I mean, like, really good."

"All right, I get it," Stiles snapped at him. "Just please shut the fuck up before I have the urge to maim and kill myself."

Scott snickered, amused by Stiles' irritation. "All right, did you get something better than handcuffs this time?"

Finally, a grin lit up Stiles' face. "Yeah, much better."

He slipped off his backpack and opened his locker; immediately, the long length of chain he put on his shelf the day before started falling out and hitting the floor loud enough to get everyone's attention. If a chain falling out of his locker wasn't embarrassing enough, there was also the fact that it seemed to go on forever.

Stiles sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck as Coach walked up to him, eyeing the rapidly falling chain.

Thankfully, the chain finally ended. Stiles' embarrassment didn't end, though.

"Part of me wants to ask," Coach spoke up, looking down at the chain on the floor. "The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So, I'm gonna walk away."

"That's good," Stiles pointed at Coach as he backed away. "That's a wise choice, Coach."

Everyone else turned away, too, now that the spectacle was finished. Stiles and Scott exchanged awkward smiles and crouched down, gathering up the chain.

When Scott's hands stopped moving, Stiles looked at him to see why he had stopped. Scott's eyes were gold for a brief second before changing back to his normal brown. He was looking around the room, a serious yet alarmed look on his face.

"You okay?" Stiles asked; Scott didn't answer. "Scott."

Scott looked around again before lowering his voice. "There's another," he told Stiles. "In here, right now."

Stiles cocked his head slightly. "Another what?"

"Another werewolf."

-

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Isaac: Scott knows I'm a werewolf

Isaac: Well, he doesn't know it's me

Isaac: But he knows that someone is

Olivia sighed as she read the messages Isaac sent her. Her day had already gone from bad to worse and she didn't think that was possible after her argument with Stiles. If Scott knew that someone around him was a werewolf, it was only a matter of time until he figured out that it was Isaac.

Olivia: Don't do anything rash. I'm on my way

"You really don't remember anything?" Allison asked Lydia, taking Olivia's attention away from her phone.

Olivia and Allison had decided to be by Lydia's side as she came back to school, to support her. The people who used to worship the ground that Lydia walked on had turned their backs on her as soon as they found out that she was the girl who had gone on a naked hike in twenty-degree weather.

The gossip was not kind to Lydia but at least what they were saying about her was nicer than what they said about Allison.

"They called it a fugue state," Lydia casually informed Allison. "which is basically a way of saying, 'We have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days.' But personally, I don't care," she grinned. "I lost nine pounds."

Olivia snickered at Lydia's comment and playfully nudged her arm.

Allison grinned. "Are you ready for this?"

"Please," Lydia rolled her eyes. "It's not like my aunt's a serial killer."

As Lydia opened the door and walked into the school, Olivia noticed Allison's frown. She squeezed her arm comfortingly and gave her a quick smile before walking in behind Lydia, who had stopped when she saw all eyes on her.

Lydia was taken aback by the attention and Olivia could tell she was mentally freaking out.

"Maybe it's the nine pounds," she suggested to her cousin, making Allison nod in agreement.

Lydia pressed her lips together and fixed her hair; pulling herself together, she strutted away from Olivia and Allison, ignoring the stares and whispers that followed her.

"Can you keep an eye on her?" Olivia asked Allison. "I have to go take care of something."

Allison agreed and Olivia thanked her before making her way to the practice lacrosse field. The team was already out on the field when she arrived but she quietly took a seat on the bleachers and looked around for Isaac.

She saw Scott and Stiles seated on the player's bench a few feet in front of her, quietly talking about something, and assumed they were trying to figure out who the werewolf was. She found Isaac soon after she looked away from Stiles and Scott, standing by himself on the edge of the field.

Olivia caught his eye and waved; he waved back, looking relieved.

Down on the player's bench, Scott was telling Stiles how he could tell there was a werewolf on their team.

"It was kind of like a scent," he said, playing with his net as he kept his eyes on his teammates. "but I couldn't tell who it was."

Stiles adjusted his elbow pads. "What if you can get him one-on-one?" he asked, coming up with an idea. "Would that help?"

Scott nodded. "Yeah."

"Okay," Stiles tapped Scott's chest. "I think I got an idea."

Stiles ran over to Coach and tried to convince him to let Scott play goal for just this practice. Convincing Coach wasn't hard, since Danny had overheard Stiles' request and agreed with switching positions with Scott for the day.

Stiles took the goalie's net and ran back over to Scott, handing it to him. "I told Coach you wanted to switch with Danny for the day."

Scott looked at the net, bewildered. "But I hate playing goal."

Stiles pressed his lips together and gave him an exasperated look. "Remember when I said I had an idea?" he reminded him. "This is the idea."

"Oh."

"Yeah," Stiles rolled his eyes. "There we go."

"What's the idea?"

Stiles sighed and shook his head in disappointment. "I seriously don't understand how you survive without me sometimes."

Coach blew his whistle to start practice and Stiles plopped his helmet on, joining the rest of the team in line for the first practice drill. As he took his spot toward the middle, he discovered—much to his irritation—that he was right behind Isaac Lahey.

Isaac didn't pay him any attention; he was looking out toward the bleachers. Stiles followed his gaze and clenched his jaw tightly when he saw that Isaac was staring at Olivia, who had nodded at Isaac.

Something else is going on, he thought, she wasn't even friends with Isaac.

Coach blew his whistle again and Stiles focused on the drill, trying to remind himself that they needed to find out who the other werewolf on the team was.

Coach tossed the ball to the first player in line and the player caught it and took off toward the goal. Scott started running out of the goalie's boundaries and met the guy in the middle, tackling him to the ground.

Stiles squeezed his eyes shut when he saw Scott very obviously sniff the guy he just tackled. Scott must have been satisfied that he wasn't a werewolf because he helped him to his feet.

"McCall!" Coach yelled. "Usually the goalie stays somewhere within the vicinity of the actual goal."

Scott nodded and ran back to the goal. "Yes, Coach."

"Let's try it again," Coach ordered and tossed the ball to the next person in line, which happened to be Matt Daehler. Matt was on second line with Stiles but Stiles didn't like him at all; there was something weird about him.

Matt ran toward the goal and Scott sprinted toward him, tackling him just a few feet away from where he started. Matt flew through the air and landed on his back, allowing Scott to sniff him.

Matt glared at him. "What the hell, man?"

Scott muttered something back to him that Stiles couldn't make out and Coach stomped over to him.

"McCall! The position's goalkeeper," he reminded Scott. "Not goal abandoner."

"Sorry, Coach," Scott apologized, making his way back to the goal.

The same thing happened again; Scott ran out of the goal and tackled the player, sniffing him obviously.

Coach marched over to Stiles and pulled on his mask. "Stilinski," he said angrily. "what the hell is wrong with your friend?"

"Uh," Stiles drawled awkwardly. "he's failing two classes, he's a little socially awkward, and if you look close enough, his jaw line is kinda uneven."

Coach let go of his mask. "That's interesting," he gave Scott a thoughtful look before blowing his whistle again. "Let's fire it up!"

Back at the bleachers, Olivia winced as Danny was tackled by Scott. She couldn't believe that Scott was being so stupid to sniff down every single player in line. As if it wasn't weird that their goalie was tackling them out of bounds and sniffing them.

Yeah, that was something a normal human being would do.

If he really needed to find out who the other werewolf was, there were less obvious ways. If it was Olivia, she would have high-fived all the players after practice and used that opportunity to find out then.

When Jackson excused himself out of the drill, it was Isaac's turn. Olivia perked up nervously and bit the inside of her cheek as Isaac's shoulder heaved up and down.

"Isaac, calm down," she whispered, hoping that he'd hear her over his anger.

Isaac caught the ball from Coach and ran toward Scott, who was coming out of the goal again. They collided in the middle and flipped around each other before landing on their hands and knees facing one another.

Olivia was up on her feet and walking down the bleachers as soon as they hit the ground. Coach blew his whistle and that was when she noticed the three police officers walking onto the field.

No, no, no, she thought. Oh, shit.

Olivia pulled out her phone while practice was put on hold so the police could question Isaac. She texted Derek, giving him a frantic, yet short run-down on what was happening with Isaac.

Once Olivia got a confirmation text from Derek, she walked over to Scott and Stiles.

"What's happening?" she announced her arrival, ignoring the way that Stiles bristled at the sight of her. She kept her eyes on Isaac and the police—which included Sheriff Stilinski.

"His father's dead," Scott told her quietly. "They think he was murdered."

Olivia already knew Isaac's dad was dead, but from what Isaac told her, his dad was shredded apart. Did the police really think a meek teenage boy could do that?

Apparently, they did; Sheriff Stilinski ushered Isaac off the field with his deputies.

"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asked, looking at Scott nervously.

"I'm not sure."

"Why?" Olivia crossed her arms over her chest as she looked to Stiles for an answer.

Stiles narrowed his eyes at her. "Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours."

"Like overnight?" Scott said quietly.

Olivia felt her chest tighten at the realization that Isaac was probably going to be at the police station for his first full moon. "During the full moon."

Scott and Stiles looked over at her, startled by her statement. They hadn't known that she knew that Isaac was a werewolf.

"Wait," Scott shook his head. "How did you—"

Olivia interrupted him and asked Stiles, "How good are those holding cells at actually holding people?"

"People? Good," Stiles shook his head. "Werewolves? Probably not that good."

Olivia bit the inside of her cheek. "Shit."

"Stiles," Scott looked back at Isaac, watching as Isaac peeked over at them. "remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"

"Yeah."

"He does."

"It's because it's his first full moon," Olivia pointed out to them. "Didn't you have that same urge, Scott?"

"Well, yeah, but," Scott shook his head to focus. "No, how did you know that Isaac was a werewolf?"

"Oh, come on, Scott," Stiles scoffed, giving Olivia a dirty look. "it's obvious. Derek bit Isaac and told her."

"Yeah," Olivia confirmed; she didn't understand why Stiles was giving her a look that told her she should be ashamed by that. "He was bit the other day after the Argents declared war."

"Why didn't you tell us?" Scott asked her, shocked that she seemed to know everything.

Olivia looked at him, confused. "I didn't know I had to?"

Stiles made a noise of disbelief. "You didn't know you had to?" he repeated. "Are you serious?"

"Well, it's pack business," Olivia shrugged uncomfortably under their hard stares. She understood that Stiles was already angry with her, but she didn't exactly do anything wrong. "It doesn't have anything to do with you."

"Pack business?!" Stiles flailed his arms angrily. "Are you saying you're part of Derek's pack?"

"...He's my cousin..."

"Well," Stiles huffed and sent her a glare. "That's just great, Olivia. Some friend you are."

Olivia raised her eyebrows and crossed her arms over her chest. "I'm confused," she admitted honestly. She didn't see why Stiles and Scott were making this a choice between them and Derek. Couldn't they all just work together? "I don't know why you're angry."

Scott didn't seem as angry as Stiles, just a little hurt, and that confused her. Stiles was so angry and she was trying to figure out why. Why did it bother him so much that she was part of Derek's pack?

"Of course you don't know," Stiles grabbed Scott's practice jersey and started pulling him away.

Olivia stared after them, wondering what just happened.

-

"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott, who had taken Olivia's usual seat next to Stiles in chemistry class, whispered as Mr. Harris took notes on the board.

"Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you," Stiles said thoughtfully, though it wasn't necessarily true. Olivia and Lydia were bitten and they weren't dead or a werewolf. "Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

"Doesn't being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?" Scott questioned, turning in his seat to look at Stiles.

"Well, not unless they have solid evidence or a witness..." Stiles winced, noting that Jackson had been approached by a police officer outside of the locker room. "Wait."

He turned around in his seat, facing Danny and Olivia, who had taken Jackson's empty seat. He only looked at the petite brunette for a second—he saw that she was engrossed in her notes and looking between whatever she wrote down in her notebook and what the textbook said—because he knew his anger with her would dissipate if she looked at him again with those confused blue eyes.

"Danny," he whispered, getting both of their attentions; Danny looked at him expectantly. "Where's Jackson?"

"In the principal's office talking to your dad," Danny told him.

"What?" Stiles furrowed his eyebrows. "Why?"

Danny rolled his eyes. "Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac."

Stiles pressed his lips together and turned back around, exchanging a knowing look with Scott.

"Witness," Scott took the word out of his mouth.

Stiles nodded. "We gotta get to the principal's office."

"How?"

Stiles clicked his tongue as he thought of a way to get sent to the principal's office; provoking Mr. Harris would probably be the best bet. He gave Scott a be-quiet look and tore off some paper from his notebook, crinkling it up into a ball.

"Everyone please turn to page seventy-three," Mr. Harris announced and Stiles sent the paper ball flying into the back of his head. Some students laughed as Harris angrily whipped around. "Who in the hell did that?"

Stiles and Scott lifted their hands, pointing at one another. They were promptly sent to the principal's office and told to wait outside by the flustered secretary.

They waited patiently, hearing Jackson and Noah speak through the thin wall they sat against. For an investigation, they were talking pretty loud which wasn't good for the police but good for Stiles and Scott.

"Wait, so you're telling me that you knew Isaac's father was hitting him?" Noah asked Jackson, his voice tense.

"Hitting him?" Jackson scoffed. "He was kicking the crap out of him."

God, Stiles shook his head, what a dick.

"Did you every say anything to anyone?" Noah seemed flustered by Jackson's nonchalant attitude. "A teacher, parents, anyone?"

"Nope, it's not my problem."

"No, no, of course not," Noah said, disgusted. "You know, it's funny that the kids getting beaten up are always the ones who least deserve it."

"Yeah," Jackson replied absentmindedly. "Wait, what?"

"I think we're done here."

The door opened and Stiles quickly reached for a nearby magazine, holding it up over his face so that his dad couldn't recognize him. He waited behind it patiently as Noah paused right in front of him.

"Hi, Scott," Noah greeted his best friend.

Scott breathed back a greeting and there was an awkward silence before Stiles heard two set of footsteps walk away from them. He lowered the magazine, thankful that his dad hadn't noticed him.

Scott rolled his eyes at him but Stiles just shrugged innocently.

"Boys," a new voice greeted them. "Come on in."

Stiles and Scott followed the voice, both of them gaping when they saw who it belonged to. Gerard Argent, who they had seen at Kate's funeral and had declared war on the werewolves in Beacon Hills, stood in front of them, smiling politely.

Stiles and Scott slowly stood up and exchanged frantic looks as they followed Gerard into his office. They quietly sat down while their new principal pulled their files, keeping their eyes toward the floor.

Stiles was kind of amazed and scared about the fact that the Argents had somehow gotten rid of their old principal and replaced him with Gerard in the matter of a few days. Who even knew where their old principal was—probably buried in some ditch somewhere.

"Scott McCall," Gerard drawled, reading Scott's file. "Academically not the most accomplished but I see you have become quite the star athlete."

Scott grimaced and Gerard picked up Stiles' file.

"Mr. Stilinski," Gerard looked at Stiles, who nodded. "Oh, perfect grades but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse."

"Oh, actually, I'm already—"

"Hold on, McCall," Gerard interrupted Stiles thoughtfully, his eyes turning back to Scott. "You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."

"We were dating but not anymore," Scott said nervously. "Not dating, not seeing any of each other, or doing anything with each other at all."

"Relax, Scott," Gerard narrowed his eyes, though his voice was kind. "you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth."

What an odd reference, Stiles thought, rolling his eyes.

Scott shrugged sheepishly. "Just a hard break-up."

"Oh, that's too bad," Gerard said sympathetically. "You seem like a pretty nice kid to me."

Stiles and Scott gave each other knowing looks.

"Now, listen, guys," he went on. "Yes, I am the principal but I really don't want you to think of me as the enemy."

Stiles scoffed. "Huh, is that so?"

Gerard ignored him, as if he hadn't spoken. "However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers. So, unfortunately, someone is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention."

Stiles looked down, fiddling with the lower buttons of his plaid shirt and only looked up when there were a few seconds of silence. He saw both Scott and Gerard looking at him pointedly and he sighed heavily.

Another detention for him.

-

-

"Tell me what's going on."

Olivia looked away from her phone, where she had messaged Lydia that she was leaving school early with Derek, and sighed, "The police came for Isaac and I guess he's a suspect in his dad's murder. Jackson was called to give his statement to Sheriff Stilinski because he lives across the street from Isaac. Scott and Stiles went to the principal's office to check things out, I guess."

"Anything else?"

"They know Isaac and I are part of your pack," Olivia finished, leaning forward to pop her head between the front seats of Derek's Camaro. In front of them, she saw Sheriff Stilinski leading Isaac to his police cruiser, handcuffs around his wrists. "and I guess they're taking him in as a suspect."

"Damn it," Derek muttered bitterly.

Isaac was carefully placed into the back of the cruiser and then drove away. Derek waited patiently and when Scott appeared outside of the school, he drove up to him and lowered his window.

"Get in," Derek ordered him.

Scott scoffed and stomped over to the car. "Are you serious?" he asked angrily. "You did that. That's your fault."

Olivia rolled her eyes.

"I know that," Derek admitted. "Now get in the car and help me."

"No, I've got a better idea," Scott argued. "I'm gonna call a lawyer because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up."

"Not when they do a real search of the house," Derek raised his voice.

"What do you mean?"

"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse," Derek explained impatiently. "A lot worse."

Olivia leaned forward in her seat so that Scott could see her. "Scott, get in," she told him. "We're trying to help Isaac."

Scott hesitated for a second, obviously thinking about what he should do, and then sighed heavily. He opened the door and slid in, letting Derek peal out of the parking lot.

-

Olivia moved her flashlight around the room, illuminating a mess of glass and shattered plates on the floor of the kitchen. Isaac's house was dark and empty but the police hadn't been there yet, so nothing was cataloged.

She walked slightly behind Scott and Derek as she studied the walls. There were pictures of an older boy and Isaac and some of a woman that she assumed was his mother. There were also pictures of the family together, looking happy.

It was amazing what people could hide behind a mask.

"If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?" Scott asked quietly as they continued through the house.

"I don't know yet."

"Then how do you know he's telling the truth?" Scott raised a skeptical eyebrow at Derek.

"Because I trust my senses," Derek answered simply. "And it's a combination of them, not just your sense of smell."

Scott stopped walking and looked back at Derek, embarrassed. "Did Olivia tell you about the lacrosse thing today?"

"Yes, I did," Olivia spoke up, shaking her head in amusement.

Now that Scott was done being an idiot, it was kind of funny.

"Did it look that bad?" Scott glanced between her and Derek.

Derek clapped his hand on Scott's shoulder. "Yeah," he confirmed. "Come on..."

Derek led Olivia and Scott over to a door just off the kitchen. "You wanna learn?" he asked Scott as he opened the door. "Let's start now."

Scott pointed his flashlight down the stairs, lighting up the concrete floor of the basement. "What's down there?"

"Motive," Derek followed down the stairs after Scott, Olivia right after him.

When the two beams of light from their torches flashed over the basement, they saw that it was filled with random stuff. There was an old bike, some stools, a few creepy dolls, and a large freezer.

"And what am I looking for?"

"Follow your senses," Derek instructed.

Scott closed his eyes and waited for his senses to come alive and help him out. Olivia stepped toward the freezer absentmindedly, seeing that there was a padlock on the outside of it.

"What happened down here?" Scott asked, feeling heavy fear and anxiety. He made his way over to the freezer and stopped next to Olivia.

"The kind of thing that leaves an impression," Derek stood behind Olivia but kept his eyes on Scott. "Open it."

Scott shakily pulled the padlock off the freezer and opened the lid; Olivia gasped when she saw what was in it. Bloody marks were scratched into the walls and inside of the lid and the whole bottom was stained brown, presumably from dried blood.

Olivia felt tears well up in her eyes as she thought about what must have happened; Isaac was locked in this freezer and by the many nail marks, it was often. She couldn't believe how badly Isaac had been treated.

She decided then and there that she'd protect Isaac with her life.

"God," she whimpered, backing away from the freezer. She could practically feel the desperation and fear coming from the carvings from Isaac's nails. It broke her heart that Isaac had to go through this.

Scott looked over at Derek, his eyes wide. "This is why he said yes to you?"

Derek nodded. "Everyone wants power."

"If we help you, then you have to stop," Scott told Derek, as if he had any authority over him. "You can't just go around turning people into werewolves."

"I can if they're willing," Derek stated while Olivia rolled her eyes at the younger werewolf.

"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents?" Scott asked pointedly. "About being hunted?"

"Yes," Derek nodded. "and he still asked."

"Then he's an idiot."

"Look around, Scott," Olivia spoke up, pointing at the bloody freezer. "Do you think Isaac was any safer in this house with his father?"

Scott looked back at the freezer and dropped his gaze, seeming a little ashamed of his remark.

"Besides," Derek added. "You're the idiot dating Argent's daughter."

Scott whipped his head to Olivia and glared at her, but she shook her head, trying to tell him that she didn't tell Derek. She wouldn't do that, especially if Scott's life was at stake.

"Yeah, I know your little secret and Olivia didn't tell me, either," Derek confirmed. "And if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out?"

Scott bowed his head and gulped anxiously.

"You saw what happens to an omega," Derek reminded him, referring to the omega werewolf that came into town and was cut in half by Gerard. "With me, you learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you learn control," he grabbed Scott's hand and held it up, pointing out his growing claws. "even on a full moon."

Scott ripped his hand from Derek's grasp. "If I'm with you, I lose her."

"You're gonna lose her anyway," Derek said flatly. "You know that."

Derek closed the freezer and motioned for Olivia to follow him out of the basement. They were at the bottom of the stairs when Scott stopped them.

"Wait," he called, walking over to them. "I'm not part of your pack but I want him out. He's my responsibility too."

"Why?" Derek raised his eyebrows. "Because he's one of us?"

Scott shook his head. "Because he's innocent."

"One thing," Olivia spoke up, making Scott and Derek look over at her. "How are we gonna break Isaac out of a holding cell?"

Scott gave her a pointed look that had her rolling her eyes.

-

Stiles picked Olivia and Derek up outside of Isaac's house twenty minutes later.

Scott was going to be staying at Isaac's house to wait out the full moon and Allison was going to join him as soon as possible. Olivia, Derek, and Stiles were tasked to getting to the police station and breaking Isaac out of his cell before he could feel the moon's effects.

Stiles didn't look pleased to see Olivia or Derek but he managed not to say any negative or sarcastic comments as they drove to the station.

Olivia gasped softly as her body started to tingle. Isaac's name popped into her head, followed closely by Scott's and it filled her with a sense of urgency.

"Hurry," she urged Stiles; she had a feeling that Isaac was already starting to turn.

Stiles huffed and sped up; they pulled up to the station five minutes later.

"Okay," Stiles said as he parked the Jeep and looked toward Olivia and Derek. "Now, the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk."

Derek looked through the window by the reception area, seeing that it was a woman manning the desk. "I'll distract her."

He went to open his door but Stiles reached out and grabbed his shoulder. "Woah, woah, you? You're not going in there," he said firmly. He faltered when Derek's glare settled on the hand still on his shoulder. "I'm taking my hand off."

Stiles quickly pulled his hand away from Derek.

"Stiles," Olivia sighed. "Derek was exonerated."

"He's still a person of interest," Stiles argued.

"An innocent person," Derek spoke up.

"Ha, you?" Stiles scoffed but deflated when two sets of annoyed glares landed on his face. "I don't like you two gaining up on me," he grumbled. "Okay, fine. What's your plan?"

Derek gave him an obvious look. "To distract her."

"Uh-huh, how?" Stiles asked, annoyed. "By punching her in the face?"

Derek laughed sarcastically. "By talking to her."

"Okay, all right, give me a sample. What are you going to open with?" Stiles requested, making Olivia shake her head in amusement. Derek just glared at him, causing him to sigh. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

"I'm thinking about punching you in the face."

"All right," Olivia spoke up sternly, intervening before Derek could get violent or Stiles lost his temper. "Derek just distract her while Stiles and I get the keys, okay? Is that fine with you two or are you guys gonna argue like fifth graders until Isaac destroys everything in his path?"

Stiles and Derek grumbled their replies and the three of them got out of the Jeep. Olivia and Stiles hid in the breezeway while Derek walked straight up to the reception desk, getting the deputy's attention.

"Good evening, how can I help—" the deputy saw Derek and practically melted. "you?"

Derek grinned at her. "Hi."

Stiles rolled his eyes, annoyed, and Olivia bit the inside of her cheek to stop her laughter. Derek smiling wasn't something you saw often but it always amused her when he did flash a grin here and there.

"Hi."

"Um, sorry," Derek shook his head as if he was dazed. "I'm a little thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone—"

"Like me?" the deputy guessed.

"Oh, I was gonna say so incredibly beautiful but I guess that'd be the same thing," Derek flirted, leaning up against the desk.

While the deputy was distracted by Derek, Stiles and Olivia silently walked through the lobby. Stiles was dramatic about it, twisting and turning in a very spy-movie way, but they got to his dad's office without being caught, so it didn't really matter.

Stiles pulled out his keychain and picked out a key, slipping it into Sheriff Stilinski's door. It opened without any trouble and Stiles led Olivia over to the opposite wall where there was a lockbox against the wall with a keypad next to it.

He went to press the code into the keypad but nothing happened; no lights came on and there was no beeping sound. Stiles jiggled the keypad and cursed when it fell off the wall completely.

"Fuck."

"That's not good, is it?" Olivia asked him quietly.

"No, it's not," Stiles rubbed his hand over his head. "Okay, come on."

They walked out of the office and down the hallway to where Stiles said the holding cells were located. Turning into another hall, they came face-to-face with a deputy.

"Oh, uh, we're just looking—"

That was when Olivia and Stiles realized that there was something wrong about the man. He was limping, there was a trail of blood following behind him, and an arrow sticking out of his injured leg.

He also happened to be holding a syringe of wolfsbane.

"Oh, fuck," Stiles cursed again as he and Olivia turned to run.

The man—who they both correctly assumed was the hunter going after Isaac that Allison had tried to slow down—grabbed Stiles and pulled him back, dragging him forcefully down the hallway.

Olivia whipped around when she noticed that Stiles wasn't next to her and saw the hunter trying to take down a struggling Stiles.

"Stiles!" she yelled, rushing toward him. She pulled the fire alarm and went to punch the hunter but he was too quick for her. He grabbed her arm and dragged her, along with Stiles, into the holding cell area.

The alarm started ringing throughout the station and red lights began to flicker on and off through in the hallways. The hunter threw Olivia and Stiles to the ground and went to tend to Isaac but the three of them saw that all the holding cells were empty.

And then the hunter was thrown against a wall as Isaac lunged at him. Olivia and Stiles watched, dumbfounded, as Isaac broke the hunter's arm that held the wolfsbane and growled in his face. Knocking out the hunter, Isaac slammed his head into the wall.

With the hunter taken care of, Isaac abruptly turned around to face Stiles and Olivia. He growled and ran toward them but Olivia pushed Stiles out of the line of fire and grabbed Isaac's arms.

"Isaac, no!" she said loudly, trying to break through to him. "Control yourself."

Isaac's golden eyes widened and the snarl on his lips faded as he seemed to settle down. He was instantly back on alert as Derek walked into the room and stepped on the syringe of wolfsbane.

Isaac growled at him but Derek roared back, flashing his alpha-red eyes at his new beta. Isaac reared back and whimpered, covering his head as he tried to hide against the wall.

It was quiet except for the fire alarm as Isaac changed back to his human form. He warily looked up at Derek and Olivia made her way toward him, patting his back comfortingly.

"How did you do that?" Stiles spoke up, looking over at Derek and Olivia.

Derek smirked at him. "I'm the alpha."

Stiles could except that reasoning but he wasn't really asking Derek. When Olivia had tried to comfort Isaac before Derek even stepped into the room, she did something.

Her eyes had turned bright purple when she held onto Isaac and calmed him down.