Isabelle watched as Derek inspected Parrish.
"He covered you in gasoline?" Derek asked, referring to one of the other deputies that Jordan Parrish took out after he tried to kill him.
"It's the skin and nails, isn't it? The parts of the body that are essentially dead." Lydia said.
"Well they should be gone." Derek said to Lydia.
"I was set on fire, all of me should be gone." Jordan said.
"Not if you're like us." Scott spoke.
"Like you?" Jordan asked.
"I don't think he's like us." Derek said.
"Then what is he?" Isabelle asked.
"Sorry, but I have no idea." Derek said, looking at the younger girl.
"But you knew about Jackson and Kira." Isabelle said, crossing her arms.
"This is a little out of my experience. There might be something in the bestiary. Did you try Argent?" Derek said.
"I don't know where he is..." Scott said.
"Okay, hold on. What's a bestiary? Actually, that's not even my first question. Just... Just tell me one thing. Are all of you like Lydia? Are you all psychic?" Jordan ranted.
"Psychic?" Derek asked, trying to hide his amusement.
"Not exactly." Scott said.
"Okay, then what are you?" Jordan asked, Scott and Derek looked at each other, Derek gave the alpha a shrug. Scott turned to Jordan and flashed his eyes at him.

"What's a Kanima?" Jordan asked, making Isabelle and Lydia look at each other.
"We'll get back to that. Just know that everyone like us, everyone with some kind of supernatural ability is on the deadpool." Scott said.
"But I don't even know what I am." Jordan said.
"I'm pretty sure they don't care." Isabelle said.
"How many professional assassins are we talking about?"
"We're starting to lose count." Lydia sighed.
"But is it still just professionals?" Scott asked, making Isabelle looked at him with an arched eyebrow.
"I don't think Haigh's ever tried anything like this. I think he was taking a chance." Parrish said.
"That means anyone with the deadpool can take a chance." Derek said.
"But if Haigh had it, then who else does?" Parrish asked.
"Yeah, another question," Isabelle spoke, raising her hand, "how easy is it to get this thing now?"

Liam lied in his bed, looking up at the ceiling. He wasn't able to sleep, who knew after only spending a night with Isabelle McCall in his arms could get him to never want to sleep alone again. He liked the way she felt in his arms, smaller than him, warm, comforting. Liam thought of a million and one ways to ask Isabelle out, all ending in him getting murdered by her brother and the rest of the pack. Liam sighed and turned over, looking at the empty side on the bed, closing his eyes as he tried to get into a somewhat comfortable position.
The printer started to go off, causing Liam to sit up and slowly get out of bed. Papers continued to fly out of the printer. Liam picked up one of the papers off of his floor and looked at it, it was the deadpool, however, some names were crossed off. The boy started to breath heavily, obviously scared. He stood up and tried to turn the printer off, he eventually just unplugged it.

Isabelle laid on the couch in Derek's loft, barely paying attention to a thing anyone was saying. That was a habit of hers, not always paying attention, she could obviously hear what everyone was saying, she was just unable to comprehend any of it. Isabelle closed her eyes as Lydia told a story of her grandmother. Meredith's name captured Isabelle's attention. Despite being barely friends with her, Isabelle was fond of Meredith, especially when she dissed Stiles. Isabelle felt a pang in her chest when she heard Lydia say that she drove Meredith to suicide. She knew that wasn't all true.

Liam walked into Beacon Hills High School, still shook from the printer event. Liam looked at every passing face in the hallway, being released from his daydream by Mason.
"Liam! Hey, am I going to see you at the bonfire tonight?" Mason greeted.
"Uh," Liam began and shook his head, "I'm thinking about skipping it."
"You're not skipping it." Mason said.
"Why not?" Liam questioned.
"Because you're on the lacrosse team, don't you have to go?"
"I don't. Uh... I...I don't think I can make it."
"You're coming. And we're gonna find you a nice girl, preferably my other best friend, that you can embarrass yourself in front of and find me a lacrosse player. Because statistically speaking, someone on your team has gotta be on my team. Okay? Liam?"
"Okay, I'll be there"

Scott found his sister in the hallway and pulled her over to walk with him. She didn't ask questions, she was used to him and the pack forcing her to walk with them. She saw Liam sitting on the stairs with his lacrosse stick and raised an eyebrow. The siblings made their way to the beta and sat on both sides of him. Scott placed a comforting hand on Liam's shoulder.
"Hey, you okay?" Scott asked softly, receiving a sigh. "Hey."
Liam looked at the alpha.
"Last night my printer went off by itself. I couldn't turn it off. I hit the cancel button. But it just kept printing." Liam explained.
"Printing what?" Isabelle asked, looking from her brother to the blue eyed boy.
Liam reached into his pocket and handed a folded piece of paper to Scott, who took it and opened it.
The three were interrupted by Coach shouting, causing them to get up and follow. Coach's printer doing the same thing Liam's did the night before.
Scott looked at Liam's original paper to the one that fell on coach's floor.
"See any differences?" Liam asked, Isabelle, observing the papers over Scott's shoulder, nodded her head.
"Derek's not on the list anymore." Scott said.
"And I'm not with three million. It's eighteen million now. Eighteen million dollars."

Isabelle stood with Scott at the bonfire, not really knowing what to do. Isabelle wasn't all that social, she hated majority of the people in her school, besides her few friends and some other people.
The siblings walked around, observing people and eventually coming face to face with a dancing Malia.
"Hey, what are you doing here?" Scott asked.
"Getting drunk. What are you doing?" Malia replied, making Isabelle raise an eyebrow.
"Trying to make sure none gets hurt."
"That sounds fun too." Malia replied.
"I don't mean to ruin your night or anything, but I thought you guys couldn't get drunk?" Isabelle spoke.
"We kind of can't..." Scott said.
"What?" Malia asked.
"I think it has something to do with your healing." Isabelle replied.
"But trust me, I've tried. You're not going to feel anything." Scott said.
"Maybe you should tell him that." Malia said, gesturing to Liam sitting with Mason.
Scott looked at his beta, then at his sister, who shrugged. Isabelle and Scott had an obviously close relationship, he comforted and covered for her when she got drunk once, Mason's birthday party that everyone forgot due to drinking.

"Not going to tell me to slow down?" Liam asked Mason, chugging whatever was in this bottle.
"Actually, I was gonna say, "Keep drinking". I think you should get drunk. And I mean stumbling down, fall on your ass, passed out with your face in a toilet drunk."
"Why?" Liam chuckled.
"Maybe then when I ask you what's going on, you'll be too drunk to lie. I'm not asking this because I want to know. I'm asking because I want to help."
Mason said. Liam looked over to spot Isabelle and Scott standing with a dancing Malia.
"I'm getting another drink. Yeah," Liam started, throwing the bottle on the ground, "I'm getting drunk."

Isabelle stood with Scott and Malia, who was still dancing. Isabelle looked around, slightly awkward that she had to be stuck with her big brother for the night, but she didn't want to hang out with Mason, not because she didn't like him, obviously, she just didn't want to do anything embarrassing in front of Liam.
"You are drunk." Scott spoke in shock at Malia who was chuckling.
"Yep." Malia said, Scott looked at a stumbling Liam.
"But you can't be." Isabelle said, snapping out of her daydream.
"Is this what drunk feels like? It doesn't feel as good as I hoped." Malia said.
"Tell me about it." Isabelle mumbled.
"I don't think it's supposed to be."
Isabelle kept making glances in Liam and Mason's direction as Scott had asked Malia what she drank. Scott told both girls to keep moving and stay on their feet but didn't explain why.

"Malia?" Scott asked, bending down to Malia, who was sitting. Scott took a step and moved to Liam. "How much has he had to drink?" Scott asks Mason, highly concerned.
"Not enough to get him like this." Mason shrugged, looking at Liam, who was playing with Isabelle's hair and mumbling to himself about her.
"Something's happening. We need to get them out of here. I think we're gonna have to, um..." Scott paused, observing his right hand that appeared blurry to him.
"How much have you had to drink?" Mason asked.
"Nothing. Not even a sip." Scott said, at the same time the McCall siblings had a similar facial expression, coming to realization. "It's not the drinks."
"It's the music." Isabelle finished.

"I have to... I have to turn off the music. Don't let them out of your sight." Scott said to Mason and Isabelle.
"Aye aye captain, in case you haven't noticed, Liam's kind of not letting go." Isabelle replied sarcastically, Mason looked at his drunk best friend who was playing with the girl's hair and holding her in his arms.

"Let's go." A security guard said, picking up Liam and Malia by the arms.
"Hey, what are you doing, these are my friends." Mason said.
"Your friends are overly intoxicated. They need to be escorted out."
"Okay, we'll go with them." Isabelle said.
"That won't be necessary."
"I said they're my friends." Mason fought, making the security guard push him down.

"What are we going to do now?" Mason asked.
"I follow them, you stay here, don't go anywhere but home. Mason, do you understand?" Isabelle replied.
"Izzy,"
"Mason, please, just for once, don't asked questions. I need to follow my brother."

When Isabelle saw the fake guards dropping her brother and friends on the ground of the high school she knew her suspicions were right, the guards were assassins. Isabelle called the one person she knew could help better than Scott himself.

Isabelle looked up as she noticed the music stopped. She peeked through the doors of the empty school and saw Scott, his alpha eyes glowing. She saw Braeden and Derek appear and fight the assassins.

Once all the assassins were down Isabelle made her way into the building.
"What happens to the gun?" Scott asked.
"You're covered in gasoline." Derek spoke.
"Oh. Yeah." Scott replied.
Derek reached his hand down to help Scott up as Isabelle patted her brother's arm and wiping the liquid on to Derek's shirt.