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Coach threw the ball and Isaac caught it with ease, sprinting towards the goals. Scott ran out immediately, leaving the guy in goal defense standing off to the side doing nothing.

They both jumped and slammed into each other, both boys landing flat on the ground. I couldn't see their faces but when I focused my hearing, I could hear Isaac say something to Scott.

"Don't tell them. Please don't tell them."

Tell who?

I swiveled in my seat, to see Sheriff Stilinski and some of his officers walking towards the practice. The Sheriff had taken Isaac and Coach away from the practice to speak with them privately. I didn't try to listen in, just stared at the ground as I went down to meet with my friends.

"His father's dead," Scott informed Stiles and I. "They think he was murdered."

My heart sunk and breathing became somewhat difficult. He had been trying to call me. He had tried so many times, and I had ignored him.

"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles asked.

"I'm not sure, why?"

"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours."

"Like overnight?"

My heart sunk even further, if possible, as I realized what Stiles was getting at. "Tonight is the full moon, isn't it?"

He just nodded, not saying a word.

"How good are these holding cells at holding people?" Scott inquired.

Stiles tore his eyes away from his father and Isaac. "People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good."

"Guys, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"

"Yeah."

"He does."

The Sheriff walked Isaac off of the field, and I sunk to my knees. This was just all too much. I broke up with him not only because he was keeping something from me, but to keep him out of this. To keep him safe.

And now . . . he was a werewolf.

The boys knelt down besides me trying to say positive things, trying to calm me down.

It didn't work.

  ♡♢♤♧ 

We sat in Harris' chemistry class, which wasn't helping me to not be frustrated.

"Why would Derek choose Issac?" I heard Scott ask Stiles at the desk in front of me. I decided to sit with Danny since Jackson hadn't bothered to show up to class today.

"Peter told me and Riley that if the bite doesn't turn you it could kill you," Stiles replied without missing a beat. "And maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

"Does being a teenager mean your dad can't hold him?"

I heard the tapping of a pencil. "Well, not unless they have solid evidence. Or a witness. Wait."

Stiles spun around to face me and Danny. "Danny," He whispered. Danny glanced at me, and I just rolled my eyes, shrugging. "Where's Jackson?"

I put down my pencil, intrigued to know the answer to this question myself.

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

"What? Why?"

Danny shrugged lightly, "Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac."

Stiles turned back around, Scott confirming that we had to know what was going on.
Stiles nodded, "We gotta get to the principal's office."

I pushed all my books into my bag and dragged my stool over to their desk as quietly as I possibly could.
"I'm coming with you."

"You wanna get sent to the principal's office?" Stiles questioned.

I narrowed my eyes slightly, a little peeved that this was the first time we had spoken directly to each other all day. "If it will help Isaac, then yes, I want to get sent to the principal's office."

Stiles' jaw twitched, before he tore out a page of his book and scrunched it up in his hand. "You'd better hope this works then."

The boy sent the projectile flying through the air, allowing it to hit its mark on the back of Harris' head.

As the class started laughing, the man turned around to look at us all.
"Who in the hell did that?"

I pointed at Stiles, Stiles pointed at Scott, and Scott pointed at me.

Without a second thought, Harris sent us all straight to the principal. I smiled, glad that the plan had worked. Harris was predictable.

When we arrived, Scott began to listen into the conversation. I attempted as well, but I could hear so many voices. Too many to sort through.

I ended up putting head phones on and turning on music to drown out the multiple conversations I was hearing.

A couple of minutes later, Stiles was suddenly frantically lifting a magazine in front of his face.

I pulled off my headphones, seeing that the Sheriff had exited the principal's office.

He looked at his son in disbelief, shaking his head ever so slightly.
"Hi, Scott. Hi, Riley."

Scott waved and I nodded my head, both smiling.

He appeared to want to say something to Stiles, but decided against it, walking away with his deputy in tow. Stiles lowered the magazine in relief, as if he actually believed that he had gotten away with it.

"Boys. And girl."

We all searched for the source of the voice. Gerard stood in the door way to the principal's office.

He smiled, "Come on in."

You have got to be freaking kidding me.

"Scott McCall," Gerard said slowly, looking into a manila folder. "Academically not the most accomplished, but I see you have become quite the star athlete."

Scott nodded, not saying anything.

Gerard then looked to Stiles, "Mr. Stilinski." His eyes went down to the folder in his hands his eyes widening, "Oh, perfect grades, but little to no extracurriculars. Maybe you should try lacrosse."

I choked on a laugh and looked over to Stiles, who was attempting to tell Gerard that he was already on the team.

"And Miss Riley Winters," Gerard said, looking at me closely. "The same as Mr. Stilinski here. Perfect grades, but no extracurriculars."

I shrugged, "I don't know what to tell you, sir. Extracurriculars don't interest me. Stiles, however, is actually on the lacrosse team, believe it or not."

He smirked and seemed to slide straight over what I had said about Stiles as he continued to talk to us. "Well I'm sure we can - hold on," His eyes went over to Scott. "McCall. You're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."

Scott seemed to shrink down in his seat. "We were dating, but not anymore. Not dating, not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other at all."

That couldn't have been more unconvincing.

"Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth," Gerard chuckled darkly.

"Just a hard breakup."

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

This guy is an Argent; he didn't seriously believe Scott, did he?

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

"Is that so?" Stiles asked, his eyebrows raising in doubt.

Gerard continued on as if Stiles hadn't said a word. "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."

Gerard, Scott and I all glanced at Stiles, who dropped his hands in disappointment.

He knew exactly where this was going.

♡♢♤♧

When the day ended Stiles went to detention and Scott and I rushed out of the school. We were looking for Isaac in hopes of getting to him before the police.

However, we were too late. Just as we got outside the school, we saw Isaac in the back of a patrol car being driven away. He stared out the rear window at Scott and I as he was taken away.

I sighed and we both turned around, heading back into the school. As we were about to reenter the school a car pulled up, tires screeching.

"Get in," Derek said, probably directing his words at Scott.

The boy looked at Derek incredulously. "Are you serious? You did that," he stated, pointing in the direction of Isaac. "That's your fault."

Derek looked down at his steering wheel, his jaw clenching and unclenching. "I know that. Now get in the car and help me."

"No, I've got a better idea." Scott went down the front steps and got closer to the car. I followed behind him. "I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up."

Derek started speaking again before Scott could keep shouting at him. "Not when they do a real search of the house."

This got me worried. "What is that supposed to mean?" I asked, my breathing beginning to pick up pace again.

"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse." When neither Scott nor I responded, Derek spoke more seriously, "A lot worse."

I turned to Scott, "What is he talking about? What did Jackson say in the office?"

Scott looked at me, pity in his eyes. "I can't - I can't tell you that."

"Scott-"

"I have to go," He said climbing into Derek's car.

They drove off, leaving me alone out the front of the school.

My only thought was of Isaac as I ran straight to my car and turned on the engine, heading straight for Isaac's house.

Since I had been to Isaac's place a couple times before, not many though - he never really invited me over that much - I drove slower so that they wouldn't catch onto me following them. As the two werewolves went into the house, I stood out the front listening to them talk.

"If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?" I heard Scott asked.

"I don't know yet," Derek responded.

"Then how do you know he's telling the truth?"

I saw a light on in the house, moving around. Scott had turned on a flashlight.

"Because I trust my senses." The resounding noise of footsteps told me they were walking further into the house. "And it's a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell."

The sound of footsteps stopped, and I heard Scott ask awkwardly, "You saw the lacrosse thing today"?

I placed my hand on my mouth so that I wouldn't laugh at them both. Scott did look ridiculous at the training session.

"Yeah," Derek said sharply.

"Did it look that bad?"

"Yeah."

While they walked further into the house, I decided to sneak around the back. When I reached the back door I shoved it open with my shoulder, hoping they wouldn't hear me.

I had begun to search the house, starting with Isaac's room. When I saw they weren't in there, I moved on. Eventually, I wound up at the door to the basement, where I heard voices from within.

"The kind of thing that leaves an impression," Derek's voice said.

What were they talking about?

"Open it," Derek said.

There was a metallic noise, and after a moment, I heard a gasp escape Scott.
"This is why he said yes to you."

"Everyone wants power."

Why would Isaac want power? What was down in that basement?

"If we help you, then you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into werewolves."

"I can if they're willing," Derek claimed.

"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents? About being hunted?"

"Yes, and he still asked."

"Then he's an idiot," The young beta exclaimed.

"And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter," Derek bit back. "Yeah. I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out? You saw what happens to an Omega. With me, you will learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you will learn control. Even on a full moon."

"If I'm with you, I lose her."

"You're gonna lose her anyway. You know that."

"Wait," Scott called. "I'm not part of your pack. But I want him out."
I smiled, glad that Scott was trying to protect Isaac. "He's my responsibility too."

"Why? Because he's one us of?"

"Because he's innocent."

I had heard enough at this point. I didn't want to know what was down there, because I knew that it would break me.

Rushing back down the driveway, I got back into my car and drove home.

I sat there, not moving. The lights weren't on, meaning my mother wasn't home. That meant I still had time before I was confined to my room.

Pulling out my phone, I keyed in a text to Isaac.
- I'm sorry.

After clicking send, I changed contacts and sent one more.
- Can you come and get me? I need to get out of here.

I waited a moment, before sending another.
- Please?

When I didn't receive a reply in the ten minutes I waited in my car, I gave up and got out. Just as I was about to walk inside, someone arrived at the front of my house.

I sprinted over to the car and leaned into it through the window.
"I didn't think you would come."

"Neither did I," Stiles replied honestly.

We remained in silence, not knowing what to say after what had happened here last night.

Stiles then leaned over and pushed open the passenger door. "Look, there's something important I need to do, so if you wanna get out of here, you're gonna have to come with me."

Without a second thought, I climbed into the Jeep and put on my belt.
"What's going on, Stiles?"

He kept his eyes on the road, but I saw him trying not to look at me. "The Argents have sent one of their goons to the station to kill Isaac."

My heart felt like it stopped as my breath caught in my throat. I was not going to let them hurt him. He was my friend, and I would protect him.

"Hey, did you slow him down?" I heard Stiles say. I was confused at first, until I realized that he was now on the phone.

"All right, well, I'm headed to the station right now. And I've got Riley with me."

Indistinct talking continued from the other end of the line. Stiles hadn't put the phone on speaker, so I was yet to know who was speaking. I guess I could've heard it if I tried, but I didn't want further confirmation that something was wrong with me.

"Isaac's," Stiles said into the phone.

I wanted to ask him who it was, but I still wasn't sure where we stood.

He sighed, "Yeah, but not a very good one. And unfortunately we don't really have time to come up with anything better."

Stiles hung up the phone and looked out the window, the full moon glowing in the dark sky. His eyes kept flickering between the windshield and me, unable to decide where to look it seemed.

I didn't know where to look either, though. Mainly because I didn't know what Stiles was thinking, and it was killing me.

♡♢♤♧

After what felt like centuries, we finally arrived at the Sheriff station. On the way there we had also picked Derek up, which led to me sitting in the back seat of the Jeep once again.

"Okay," Stiles said to 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."

"I'll distract her," Derek said as he prepared to leave to 'distract' the female officer.

I leaned forward between the two seats, "And how exactly do you plan on doing that, huh? You're a wanted man."

"I was exonerated."

"You're still a person of interest," Stiles pointed out.

"An innocent person."

I narrowed my eyes, "Innocent? That's the word you're going for? Sure. Okay."

Stiles groaned in annoyance, "Okay, fine. What's the plan?"

Derek looked at him in a way that made it seem as if the answer should have been obvious. "To distract her."

"How?" Stiles started to pull a strange face, "By punching her in the face?"

The Alpha laughed mockingly, "By talking to her."

With a sigh, I looked at Derek. "Yeah, okay. So, how's that gonna go down?"

Stiles nodded, "What are you gonna open with?" Derek opened his mouth, but then shut it again, sighing. Stiles didn't look surprised. "Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"

Derek thought for a moment, glancing at Stiles, "I'm thinking about punching you in the face."

The boy's mouth fell open in shock as Derek climbed out of the car.

I chuckled, "You'll be fine, don't worry." I went to rest a hand on his shoulder, but he flinched. This caused me to drag my hand back towards myself, hoping Stiles didn't notice how heartbroken I felt.

We got out of the car and followed Derek, standing in the entry way where the officer couldn't see us.

"Good evening, how can I help you?"
Her words seemed to drag when she actually looked up at Derek.

"Hi," Derek greeted with a big smile. I felt my eyes widen at the sight. I had rarely seen Derek smile, so this moment was strange to watch.

"Hi," the woman responded. I noticed Stiles roll his eyes at Derek and how easily this woman was being fooled.

"Uh, I had a question." He paused, shaking his head as if trying to concentrate. "Sorry I'm a little . . . A little thrown. I wasn't really expecting someone . . ."

Stiles began to tiptoe towards the back room, and I quietly chased after him.

The woman at the desk giggled, "Like me?"

"Oh, I was gonna say 'so incredibly beautiful,' but, yeah, I guess that'd be the same thing."

I almost gagged at the cheesiness of the lines that Derek had chosen to play this woman with.

Stiles walked straight into his dad's office and went over to a small safe over on the far wall behind the desk. He punched in a code, before taking the front off of the safe. It was empty.

I was about to ask what we were going to do, when keys started to jingle in the door to the office.

"Oh, no," Stiles muttered beneath his breath. He grabbed my hand and dragged me behind him as he went out the other door. We walked through the corridors, turning corners to find Isaac, when we ran into an officer.

"Whoa," Stiles exclaimed. "Just looking . . ."

My eyes trailed down, and saw his leg bleeding. He was also holding a needle full of a dark liquid. Squeezing Stiles' hand, I made sure he knew that something was up.

All three of us stared down at his leg, and the man's face grew stone hard.

Stiles and I spun around and went to run, but the man lunged forward grabbing onto Stiles with his empty hand. He tried to grab me, but the needle stopped him from being able to.

"Run, Riley!" Stiles shouted.

I looked back at him, "But what about-"

"Run!"

I did as I was told, running in the direction that I knew was the front of the station. Just as I was right near the front, the fire alarm began ringing loudly throughout the station.

Stiles. I can't leave him here. He can be mad at me later. I went back in the direction I had come from, sprinting as fast as I possibly could.

When I rushed into the room, I saw Stiles on the ground, and the fake officer being attacked by Isaac.

Isaac had his claws out, and his eyes had shifted to a golden yellow. He was a werewolf; I had no choice but to accept that now.

Grabbing onto Stiles, I lead him over to the wall furthest away from Isaac, and sunk down beside him.

Isaac growled, breaking the arm the man had been holding the needle in. He then smacked the man's head against the wall, successfully knocking him out cold.

Derek finally decide to show up, stomping on the needle, smashing it completely. Isaac didn't bother acknowledging his Alpha, just stared at Stiles and I.

He began to stride towards us, only to be stopped dead in his tracks. Derek growled loudly at his Beta, eyes glowing and fangs bared.

Isaac cowered away, hunched over beside the knocked out hunter. He hid his face, and when he revealed himself he had shifted back to his normal appearance.

I stood up and ran over to him, wrapping my arms around his quivering body.

"How did you do that?" Stiles asked Derek, breathing heavily.

Derek just smirked, "I'm the Alpha."

Isaac was shaking horribly, sweating and looked like he may be on the verge of tears. I hugged him tightly, running my hand up and down his back.

"It's okay," I murmured. "You're going to be okay."

Man, I was saying that a lot lately.

Eventually, his breathing began to even out, and he even returned my embrace.