chapter thirty nine
"anchor"

      "WHEN I SAID A DISTRACTION, I didn't mean this!"

Stiles anxiously ran a few fingers through his messy, scruffed up hair from the bus ride, where he could only stand a few yards away from the incident to avoid accidentally being caught in the cross-fire.

And the incident, you ask?

Currently, Lynn had a fistful of Ethan's blue v-neck as his body was hanging limply in her arms. She kept raising her right fist, launching it backward, and then slamming it to hit some part of Ethan's face — whether it was his already broken nose or shattered jaw.

Lynn growled under her breath as she rose the nearly unconscious Ethan and pressed him against a red colored brick wall that led to the woman's and men's restrooms. Her eyes glowed a faint blue, and within a second she had noticed the way her sharp fangs were protruding from her lips.

The only emotion covering her face was pure anger, hatred for what Ethan had caused, and a hatred for herself for allowing this to happen.

Lynn rose her fist once again, only having the intention of destroying Ethan's face even further. But was interrupted as two warm arms snaked their way around her waist, instantly dragging her body backwards and therefore releasing her grip on Ethan.

The boy fell to the ground as a couple of dry chuckles left his lungs, leaving a bloodied smirk crossing his face. Danny immediately darted forward to kneel on the ground to help Ethan out, repeatedly asking if he was okay and such.

Lynn flickered over to whoever had grabbed her, and when she recognized Isaac's somewhat lanky body, her quivering in anger lips shifted into a growl. Isaac frantically scanned over the crowd who had started to swarm as soon as Lynn began the fight with the alpha, but they all seemed to be paying attention at beaten to a pulp Ethan rather than herself.

Isaac hushed Lynn into his arms, most definitely against her will, as the two of them shot towards the woman's restroom. Once Isaac knew the area was clear of any humans, he let go of the furious Lynn.

Her eyes were still bright blue, and it seemed like there was so much adrenaline pumping through her veins she couldn't calm herself down. Isaac's eyes didn't leave the girl as she panted and her chest heaved up and down, and he was desperately searching his brain for anything to help compose the she-wolf before she ended up revealing their supernatural secret to everyone.

      "LYNN! You have to calm down, why are you losing control so easy!?"

      Lynn moved a few feet away from Isaac as she ran a hand through her brunette strands of hair — mostly to just get it out of her face. She wrapped her slender fingertips around a somewhat dirty sink, and she stared at herself in the cracked mirror.

      She looked so unlike herself, her eyebrows were increasingly creased from her angry expression, her fangs were still protruding over her pink lips and her eyes shined a bright blue — she had never lost control like this, like practically shifting in front of dozens of people.

     "What can I do to help you calm down? You need to focus on your anchor!—" Isaac shouted, but he was immediately shot down as Lynn hollered back.

     "—Derek was my anchor!"

      "You're not very good at keeping your anger in control, you know?"

      Lynn dramatically deadpanned at Derek's amused face, and she grumbled a few swear words under her breath as she pushed herself up from the hard ground beneath her body. Wiping the dirt that had crossed her black leggings, she exhaled a stressed breath.

      It had been probably the tenth time Derek had managed to get Lynn on her ass during this training session, he was infamous for it at this point. No matter how supernaturally fast or strong Lynn thought she was, Derek always seemed to prove that she could do better, fight with more strategic moves or swiftly dodge between shots.

      "I'm starting to think you enjoy seeing me on my knee's," Lynn commented with a forced smirk, only rolling her eyes as she readied her footwork and rose her arms in a protective stance. "And I'm perfectly fine at keeping my anger at bay, otherwise I think you would've already been dead."

      Derek, who was wearing a dark purple v-neck that showed off some chest hairs, and a pair of loose blue jeans, grinned triumphantly in Lynn's direction.

      "What's your anchor?" Questioned Derek, and Lynn curiously tilted her head off to the side, narrowing her eyes a bit. "You know, the thing you focus on to not shift, to control yourself."

      Lynn swallowed some of the spit rising in the back of her throat, and her eyes hovered as she lowered her palmed fists — figuring this would be the only chance they would have a break.

      "I've never had an anchor before, I don't know, I just — I just try to focus on not shifting so I don't kill anyone," Lynn explained with a simple shrug of her shoulders, and there was a slight red that started to glow on her cheeks in embarrassment.

      Lynn knew there was plenty to learn about being a werewolf and control, because her mother had only taught her the basic. She truly had no idea how she was an evolved werewolf, and Katherine had suggested that perhaps she had gotten her strength from her father, and that it ran in the family.

      "You need an anchor," Derek instructed, and distrust flashed across Lynn's face, not in person through. "An anchor can be anything, okay? An emotion, a place, an object, a person."

      Lynn's eyes finally peeled off the ground as she noticed Derek had moved a few inches closer her body — and she refused to follow her instinct to back away the same distance he had made. "Try again."

      Lynn darted forward while raising a fist, aimed directly for Derek's left jaw, but the man wrapped a hand around Lynn's arm and flipping her around like he was practically spinning her. Her back was pressed against Derek's strong chest, and his forearm had snaked across Lynn's chest to keep her arms from being able to move.

      "You know what you did wrong?" Derek asked with a heavy breath as his mouth was near Lynn's ear, sending chills up and down her body as her heart was damn near about to pump out of her chest.

      Lynn tried to get Derek's strong grip off her, but he didn't loosen up, in fact, he almost seemed to be victorious in watching her squirming in his grip — due to the fact he knew just how much the sudden disappearance of space did to her.

      "Left my other arm exposed," breathed Lynn softly, trying her best to keep herself under control from Derek's bold effects — the way she could feel his entire body on her back end, the entire damn zoo galloping in the pit of her stomach, and the bubbling sensation growing just a little bit lower.

      "Is it bad I love the way you're writhing under my touch?"

      A sudden gasp hidden as a scoff escaped Lynn's lip, and she had to mentally tell her brain to not explode right then and there. She backed her head even closer on Derek's chest, closing her eyes to just enjoy the feeling of their skin touching.

      "As long as you know I love the way I can hear your heart racing the second you touched me," Lynn countered, and there was a flirtation tone written in her voice, making Derek exhale a heavy breath into her ear, which only seemed to make her melt even more.

      Derek loosened one hand of his to trace up Lynn's arm to her shoulder, then he slowly shifted a few strands of her hair away from her neck. She nibbled down on her bottom lip, trying her best to not just cave right there, and her heart beat skipped as Derek planted his warm lips on her collarbone.

      Lynn's eyelids flickered closed as he softly kissed up and down her neck, and a pant escaped her lips as he hit a good spot right underneath her ear — knowing that he was melting Lynn right to the core, he continued to suck, hard enough there would surely be a lovemark left behind.

      But neither minded.

      After a moment of that, Derek's lips departed with Lynn's skin, and she practically whimpered at the sudden loss of contact. So, she swung on her hips to now face the man, who had dark eyes filled with lust, and Lynn could basically smell the stench of sexual tension — from the both of them, really.

      "Are you going to have sex with me or just stand there and undress me with your eyes?" Lynn perked a bold eyebrow in Derek's direction, and there was a sarcastic smirk written on her lips, and just as she was about to peel them open and reply with something just as attitude filled, she was interrupted.

Derek raced forward with two hands on Lynn's cheeks as he planted his now wet lips on hers — she unconsciously moaned as she felt her back press against the wall, therefore, Derek had pressed his entire body against hers. She could feel how hard he was getting, and it only seemed to turn her on further.

Lynn snaked her fingers under Derek's v-neck and aimlessly tugged the shirt off him while maintaining their steady make out. The man instantly shrugged it off, only taking his lips off her for a second, and her eyes wondered Derek's now bare chest.

Dear God, thank you for Derek Hale.

Lynn started to fiddle around with Derek's belt buckle, while he planted wet, passionate kisses along her neck down to her collarbone. But she was interrupted as Derek traced a single finger under her chin — forcing the girl to connect eye contact.

He tilted his head off to the side with a little smirk covering his lips, "You drive me absolutely fucking crazy."

"Yeah, I have that effect on people," Lynn's tongue swiped across her bottom lip, and she watched as Derek's green eyes switched quickly between her own and then down to her very kissable lips.

      Derek didn't even hesitate as he tightly gripped on top Lynn's loose tank top, and she rose her arms so he could easily get it off. Leaving her simply in her red bralette, and she was mentally praising herself for wearing a matching set today.

      Derek's jaw clenched, more like a desperate pant, as his eyes wandered over Lynn's exposed chest. She rolled her blue eyes as she wrapped her arms over his shoulders, their lips moving in a rhythmic motion as Derek's hands wondered elsewhere, lower to her butt.

      He used both hands to lift Lynn's body, and she instinctively snaked her legs around Derek's waist — intentionally grinding against his lower half as he carried her over to his loose bedsheet riddled bed.

      Lynn started to mess around with Derek's belt again, and this time he didn't try to regain control — figuring a dance was made for two.

      "Am I interrupting something?"

      Both Derek and Lynn jerked away from each other as if they had learned the other had the plague, and Lynn's blue eyes turned wide as she landed on a very confused and flustered Cora Hale.

      "Oh dear God," Lynn breathed out, and almost just as quickly, Derek covered her near naked body with a soft blanket that had lingered over most of his bed.

      "Cora, uh, I wasn't expecting you until later," Derek cleared his throat awkwardly, and Lynn tried to send a faint smile in the younger girls direction, but Cora still seemed to be stuck in a confused shock.

      Even though the two had just been caught, Lynn couldn't help but allow a huge grin to cross her face as she saw the way Derek turned back around to face her with amusement covering his red cheeked face.

      Isaac's face twisted at the words, like he was almost offended by the fact that Derek was her anchor — he truly had no idea the two of them had gotten so close so quickly.

"Evelynn! Hey, it's okay, alright? I just need you to—"

"—He's dead," Lynn interrupted with a sudden shaky voice, and she forced her fists to press into her temples, almost like the pain would bring her back. Tears started to swell in her eyes, but this time, she didn't have the energy to fight them off. "Derek's dead and it's all my fault."

She pressed her back against the cold paneled wall as she slide down it, her arms covering her face as Lynn tried to push every memory of Derek falling to his death. Lynn slammed the back of her head into the wall, and that was when the tears started streaming down her cheeks like a waterfall, but she tried to keep her whimpers as quiet as possible.

"Derek's death is not your fault, Lynn, I promise you that, okay?" Isaac spoke quickly, but his tone of voice was littered with softness and care.

The boy took a seat between Lynn as she sobbed gently, and instinctively she pressed her face into Isaac's chest, clutching his sweater as the tears stained his white shirt. Isaac was taken off guard a bit from the lack of space between them, but his face caved with a certain tenderness he held for Lynn and Lynn alone.

He wrapped a supportive arm over her shoulders as she just stayed there for a few minutes, where Isaac kept repeatedly whispering kind and soft words into her ear until she was finally back to being a human.

a/n: sorry if theres any spelling mistakes i really wanted to finish & post this today bc WOW🦋🦋🦋🦋