𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄
𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑
☽𓋼𓍊𓋼☾

"You know I'm starting not to like this idea. Sounds kind of dangerous."

Lyla looked up from her book, eyes locking on a nervous Isaac as he paced in front of Derek's large loft window. "That's cause it is." She whispered under her breath, returning her eyes back to the words of her book.

Isaac rolled his eyes at his best friend, before resuming his pacing, "You know what, I definitely don't like this idea, and I definitely don't like him."

"I will admit, Derek, he might not be the best option. I've known him a month and even I despise him."

Derek glared at the girl, "He'll be fine." He turned to Isaac, "You'll be fine."

"Does it have to be him?" Isaac cried, making Lyla pop a smirk as Derek rolled his eyes, "He knows how to do it. I don't. Be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself."

"What about Jo, Lyla? Would she know how to do it?"

Lyla looked up from her book with a raised brow, "Jo, my sister Jo? The same Jo who would not only murder me, but also murder you if she knew I was roped into a pack battle with the Alpha pack? Not a damn chance, bud. She likes you but not enough to not kill you."

Isaac dropped his head, before tilting it back up to look at Derek. "You know Scott doesn't trust him, right?"

Lyla had gotten to know Scott a bit over the last day or two; with school, Derek and what not. She found out that Peter was the one who bit him, and then caused literal chaos on the town. And that Scott has a complete savior complex, was too curious for his own good, and definitely needed a bit of therapy. But he was cool, nice. Stiles on the other hand, the spastic boy with crippling ADHD and possibly just a touch of Autism, a total nerd and a wanna be police officer, was a bit tougher to swallow. But he was suspicious of everything and everyone, including her; she respected him for it.

"You know, personally, I'd-well, I'd trust Scott." Isaac stuttered, hands grasping at the chair in front of him.

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah." Isaac muttered, Derek turning back to his book, Lyla going back to her own book with a smile.

"I still don't like him."

"Nobody likes him." Derek deadpanned, making Lyla giggle. Her laughs were cut off the by sound of the loft door sliding open, causing the girl to jump in her seat.

"Boys." Peter smiled, turning his head to look at Lyla, "Lyla." He snarled, the blonde returning the same irritated look back at him, closing the book on her finger to briefly bookmark her page. "F.Y.I, yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but, the hearing still works." He sassed, stepping into the loft and approaching the boys.

"So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling, straight to my face." He smiled, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Derek sighed, looking up at his uncle, "We don't like you." He tossed his book in the table and stood, "Now shut up and help us."

Peter nodded, "Fair enough." He flicked his claws out with a smile, causing Isaac to deeply inhale and glance at Lyla, who's face fell at Peters overly enthusiastic approach to sticking his claws in Isaacs neck.

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"Relax, I'll get more out of you if you're calm." Peter rolled his eyes, removing his jacket as Isaac sat down in the chair Derek was sitting in.

"How do you know how to do this, again?" Isaac stressed, foot tapping the ground. Lyla sighed, leaning her elbows against her knees, nervously watching as Peter stepped behind Isaac. If this went wrong, Peter was definitely not leaving this loft alive.

"It's an ancient ritual used mostly by Alphas. Since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice." Peter smirked, glancing down at his extracted claws. The nerves began kicking in for Lyla, the lack of safety in Peter's eyes. "One slip, and you could paralyze someone." Peter lined his claws up with the back on Isaac's neck, Lyla moving to the edge of the couch cushion to watch. "Or kill them."

"Nice." Lyla whispered, running a hand down her face.

"You-you've had a lot of practice, though, right?" Isaac stuttered, Peter's face falling, "Well, I've never paralyzed anyone."

Lyla's face fell and she shook her head, "This isn't a good idea, there's gotta be another way-"

Her words were cut off by Peter slamming his claws into Isaac's neck, the boy growling and reaching up to grasp Peter's bicep.

Lyla stood quickly, eyes flashing blue as Derek held her arm back. Peter's eyes began glowing blue as well, Isaac struggling in his grasp as Peter searched his memories. Lyla's breathing picked up as Isaac began thrashing around, and Derek stood up as well, towering over Lyla as Peter shook his head. "Wait, I see them. "

Isaac thrashed some more, before Peters pulled away with a gasp, leaning against the table behind him, Isaac's head falling against his chest, rubbing the back of his neck with his hand.

"What did you see?" Derek's voice was firm as he spoke to his uncle, who was still recovering from whatever he saw. The man was silent, and Lyla inhaled nervously, "Peter!"

"Uh, it was confusing. I-images. Vague shapes." The man furrowed his eyebrows, rubbing the back of his knuckles. Derek stepped forward, "But you saw something?" Peter nodded, "Isaac found them."

"Erica and Boyd?"

"I-I barely saw them. I mean, glimpses. uh-"

"But you did see them?" Derek raised his voice at his uncle, making the man glance over at him. "Worse."

Derek sighed angrily, "Deucalion." Peter nodded, and Derek sat back down on the couch. The man ran a hand over his face slowly, "He was talking to them. Something about, time running out."

"What does it mean?" Isaac mumbled, turning his head to look at his Alpha, who was pressing his knuckles to his mouth angrily.

"He's gonna kill them."

"No, no, no, no. He didn't say that." Peter inhaled deeply. "He did make them a promise. T-That by the full moon they'd both be dead."

Derek raised his brows, "The next full moon?" Peter rolled his eyes, turning his head to look at his nephew. "Tomorrow night."

Lyla's face fell, words dripping in sarcasm, "Well that leaves us time."

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Lyla's feet carried her through the school, hand gripping her shoulder bag, feet splashing against the water on the concrete from the rainfall the previous night, before they landed on the dry tile inside the building.

Her last class of the day was Economics with Coach Finstock, a charismatic and permanently annoyed man, who Lyla thoroughly enjoyed.

When she entered the classroom, it was almost as if the universe was trying to laugh at her. There were only two seats open. One in the middle, right behind Stiles, diagonal to Scott, and on in the back corner, next to her neighbor, Hunter.

"Shit." She whispered, keeping her head down as she made her way to the seat behind Stiles.

Setting her books down on her desk and sitting down in the uncomfortable metal chair, the boy strained his neck to look back at her.

"Turn back around." She muttered, the boys smile falling as he nodded and whipped back around.

A loud slam caught her attention, and she looked up at the Coach, " The stock market is based on two principles. What are they?" The class fell silent, before Scott raised his hand confident.
"Yes, McCall, you can go to the bathroom. Anybody else?" The boy shook his head, dropping his hand down to his desk. "Uh, no, coach, I know the answer."

Coach let out a wheezed cough, before his face fell at Scott's lack of laughter. "Oh, you're serious."

"Yes. Risk and reward."

Coach smiled, "Wow! Who are you? And what have you done to McCall?" He leaned over to Scott's desk, pointing a finger at him, "Don't answer that. I like you better. I like you better." He stood back up, "Does anybody have a quarter? A quarter."

Nobody moved a muscle, until Stiles nodded his head, "Yep."

As he dug into his pocket and yanked his hand out, a flash of shiny blue went flying, before clattering to the ground. Lylas's face fell as she bent over her desk, eyes widening at the sight of the XXL condom.

Coach bent down, grabbing the condom, "Stilinski, I think you, uh... You dropped this." He placed it on Stiles' desk, Lyla reaching a hand up to cover her mouth. "And congratulations." Coach smiled, walking back down the aisle and grasping his 'Coach Rules' mug, "Risk and reward. Put the quarter in the mug, win the reward." He placed the mug down on the ground, before stepping a few paces back from it, "Okay, watch coach."

Lyla sat up straighter to watch the man blow on the quarter, before flicking it forward. The quarter bounced on the ground once, before landing in the mug with a clink. The class erupted in applause, Lyla grinning and bringing her hands up to clap as well. "That's how you do it." The man smiled, flinging the quarter at a boy with brown hair, "Okay. Danny. Risk, reward."

"What's the reward?"

Coach smirked, "You don't have to take the pop quiz tomorrow." The boy leaned forwards, "Coach, it's not a pop quiz if you tell us about it." He grimaced, making Coach pause, and bend down slightly, "Danny, you know, I really expect more from you at this point. Really. " Coach leaned over and placed the quarter on Scott's book, "McCall. Risk, reward. The risk: if you don't put that quarter in the mug, you have to take the pop...the-the quiz. And-and you have to write an essay. Risk, more work. Reward-" The man blew on his fist, unballing it gently "No work at all. Or choose not to play."

Scott frowned, "But isn't this just chance?"

Lyla's eyes flicked between Scott and Coach, the older man shaking his head and leaning in, "No. You know your abilities, your coordination, your focus, past experience. All factors affecting the outcome. So, what's it gonna be, McCall? More work, no work, or choose not to play?"

Scott paused, staring at the quarter before placing it back down on his book, making Coach nod. "No play." He stood back up and held the quarter in the air, level with his head, "Okay! Who's next? Who wants the quarter?"

Lyla jumped when Stiles slammed his hands down against his book, standing up from his desk, "There ya go! There's a gamblin' man!" Coach smiled, handing the quarter to Stiles, Lyla rolling her eyes at the spastic boys enthusiasm. "Come on! Step up, step up." Coach clapped his hands together as Stiles got in position to throw the quarter. "All right, Stilinski."

Lyla turned her head as a body appeared in the doorway of the classroom. The first thing she saw was the Police uniform, making her quickly sink down in her seat.

"Stiles." The officer spoke, but the boy ignored it, not looking up. "Yeah, coach, I got it."

"Stiles."

Stiles paused, looking up at the officer, before slowly straightening up. He quickly exited the room, passing the quarter back to Coach, who sighed and looked out at the class.

"Who's next? Hm?" No one raised their hands, Lyla dropping their head in an attempt to listen to the conversation occurring outside the classroom.

"Matthews!"

Lyla's head shot up, eyes wide as she stared at the Coach. "Risk," He handed the quarter out to her, "Or reward."

She debated it for a moment, glancing over at Scott, who's eyes were trained on her.

"Sure, why not." She yanked the quarter from a cheering Coach's hand, standing from her chair and moving down the aisle.

Her eyes trained on the mug, leaning down closer to the ground and rolling her shoulders back. She pretended to line the coin up, stalling long enough to hear the conversation outside the classroom door.

"We were told you were with Heather. Then people saw you rush upstairs, and then rush back downstairs."
"Yeah, I couldn't find her. I just figured she'd hooked up with her other friends. Has no one really seen her since last night?"
"No. We put out an A.P.B., but, Stiles, all her friends say you were the last person who saw her."
"Me?"
"We hope that it's just a series of bad decisions based on too much to drink. But if you remember anything else, you call me. All right?"

"C'mon, Matthews!"

She lined her vision up with the mug, before giving it a good toss at the ground. The coin bounced off the ground once, before tumbling into the mug loudly. "Yes! Reward, good job, Matthews!" Lyla smiled, walking back to her desk triumphantly "Okay, who's next? Greenberg, put your hand down. You don't have a chance."

45 minutes later, the bell was ringing, and student were filing out of the classroom. Including Stiles and Scott. Lyla quickly gathered up her items, throwing them in her bag and rushing after them.

She caught up with the two quickly, jogging up to Stiles, "Hey, everything okay?" The boys head whipped over to her, "A girl I know, she went missing last night. I think it's the Alphas." Stiles mumbled as the three continued down the hallway. "So, you think they kidnapped Heather to turn her?" Stiles questioned, but both Lyla and Scott shook their heads.

"Derek says it's easier to turn teenagers."

"But what would a pack of Alphas need with a beta." Scott frowned, turning his head to look at his best friend. Lyla shook her head, "Nothing. They don't need a beta."

The boys glanced down at the girl, who shrugged and continued talking. "They have literally no reason to turn a 17-year-old girl. If they wanted Beta's, they already have two of them."

"Listen, I don't care why they took her. This girl-" Stiles sighed, "Our moms used to be best friends before mine died. We took friggin' bubble baths together when we were three. I gotta find her."

Lyla's stomach dropped, frowning up at the boy. His mom died too.

"Then we need Isaac to remember."

Lyla scoffed, "How? Peter and Isaac can't do it. So, unless you know any other werewolves that can do it, I think we're shit out of luck."

Scott halted his movements, Stiles and Lyla mirroring him. "Maybe not a werewolf. But someone who knows a lot about them."

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Lyla frowned as her, Derek, Scott and Stiles began pouring bags of ice into the water-filled bathtub.

"Obviously, it's not going to be particularly, comfortable." Lyla looked over at Deacon, Scott's boss talking to Isaac, before tossing the empty ice bag and reaching over to grab another, "But if we can slow your heart rate down enough, you'll slip into a trance like state."

"Like being hypnotized." Isaac mumbled, making Lyla raise her eyebrows, "Or falling into a coma." She whispered, making Derek glare at her.

"Exactly." Deaton smiled at Isaac, the two approaching the tub. "You'll be half transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind."

Lyla sighed nervously, watching as Isaac leaned down and rested his arms on the edge of the tub, "How slow does his heart rate need to be, exactly?" She glanced at Deaton, who pursed his lips, "Very slow."

"Okay, well how slow, is very slow?" Derek grumbled, Deaton nodding, "Nearly dead."

"Isaac. You don't have to do this. We can find another way." Lyla mumbled, bending down so she was eye level with the ice filled tub.

The boy frowned, reaching in to touch the water, before quickly retracting his hand with a hiss. "I don't think there is another way." He whispered, glancing over at her before turning his head up at Deaton, "It's safe though, right?"

"Do you want me to answer honestly?" Isaac frowned, shaking his head and looking back at the water. "No. No, not really."

Lyla blew air out of her mouth, eyes shooting up at Stiles, who let a rubber glove snap against his wrist. The group glared at him, the boy's smile dropping, "What?" Lyla chuckled, the boy rolling his eyes and yanking the glove from his arm spastically.

Isaac stood nervously, "Look, Lyla's right. If it feels too risky, you don't have to do this." Derek assured Isaac, who looked away from his Alpha and down at a nervous Lyla. Isaac nodded, exhaling shakily before reaching up and yanking his long sleeve off.

Lyla's breath hitched in her throat, blindly taking his shirt from him while her eyes drifted down from his face, to his biceps, then his abs. Isaac blew out a breath, before gripping the side of the tub and lifting himself in.

He shivered, straining against the cold, knuckles turning white from his grip on the metal tubs edges.

Lyla quickly removed her jacket, attempting to roll her sleeves up before realizing they were much to tight to roll. She gave up, placing her sleeved arms into the water with a gasp, Derek mirroring her as they prepared to hold him under. The temperature of the water was piercing, like little needles in her skin, "Jesus." She hissed, eyes not peeling away from Isaac.

Stiles took a nervous step back, watching as Lyla and Derek got ready to shove him down.

With a large splash, they shoved the boy under, the ice and water both flying from the tub. Stiles took another step back to avoid his shoes getting wet, eyes widening as Isaac's head emerged from the water, fangs extracted and eyes glowing yellow.

"Scott." Derek growled, the boy quickly running to the edge of the tub, tossing his jacket off and shoving his sleeves up, reaching his arms into the freezing water.

The three groaned, looking up at Deaton, the man nodding, "Get him back under."

Lyla and Derek shoved Isaac back under, Scott pushing against his ankles to keep his legs submerged. The water was freezing, below freezing, and it was splashing all over her, drenching the front of her black long-sleeve and her black jeans, soaking into her white tennis shoes. She can't imagine being fully submerged under it, while shirtless.

Isaac re-emerged with a roar, gripping the sides of the tub and thrashing around. "Hold him!" Deaton shouted over the roar, Derek looking up with a glare, "We're trying!"

With one last attempt, Lyla reached over and placed her hand on Isaac's chest, shoving him under. Isaac thrashed some more, before his body went limp.

"Is he-"

"Shh." Deaton demanded, the three werewolves removing their arms from the water, watching as Isaac floated to the top with a deep inhale.

"Now remember, only I talk to him. Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out." The group fell silent, each of them nodding as Deaton turned his head back to Isaac.

"Isaac? Can you hear me?" Deaton asked softly but sternly, and Isaac nodded, "Yes. I can hear you." He strained, making Lyla swallow thickly. 

"This is Dr. Deaton. I'd like to ask you a few questions. Is that alright?"

"Yes." He whispered, a small shiver escaping his lips. "I want to ask you about the night you found Erica and Boyd. I want you to remember it for me in as vivid detail as possible." Lyla's eyes flickered up to the window, where lighting flashed brightly through it. "Like you're actually there again."

"I-I don't wanna do that. I don't- I don't wanna do that." He began thrashing, and the three werewolves quickly began holding him down again, Lyla resubmerging her still cold and wet arms, palms wrapping around his bare shoulders.

"Isaac, it's alright. Just relax." The light above them began flickering from the storm, Lyla wincing as cold water splashed against her face. "They're just memories. You can't be hurt by a memory."

"I don't wanna do that!" He cried, still thrashing around, "Relax, relax." Deaton soothed, the boy quickly calming back down. "Good. Now let's go back to that night. To the place you found Erica and Boyd. Can you tell me what you see? Is there some kind of building?"

Lyla kept her hands on Isaac's shoulder, just in case, looking up between Deaton and Isaac. "A house?"

"It's- It's not a house. It's stone. I think marble." Deaton nodded slowly, "That's perfect. Can you give me any other descriptors?"

"It's dusty, so empty." Isaac winced, causing Lyla to nervously look over at Derek, the man intently staring down at his Beta.

"Like an abandoned building?"

The storm began rumbling louder, the lights flickering once again as Deaton tried to get Isaac's attention again.

"Someone's here." Isaac gasped, reaching up and grasping Lyla's forearm tightly, straining her skin. "Isaac, relax." Deaton attempted to calm him, "No, no, no, they see me, they see me!" Isaac cried, beginning to thrash around once more, Lyla's grip on his shoulders tightening in an attempt to keep him in the water.

He screamed in fear, grip on her arm tightening, Lyla worriedly looking over at Deaton, who was calmer than anyone else in the room. "Just breathe. You won't be hurt by your memories. Just relax."

The boy calmed, grip loosening until his hand completely let go of Lyla's wrist. "Good. Now tell us what you see. Tell us everything."

Lyla pulled her hands back, glancing down at the red mark around her wrist slowly fading away. "I hear him." His eyes opened, blankly staring off at the ceiling, "He's talking about the full moon, about being out of control when the moon rises." He stuttered, his purple lips setting off alarm bells in Lyla's head.

"Is he talking about Erica?"

"I think so, I can't-" Isaac shivered, teeth clacking against each other, "I can't see her, I can't-I can't see either of them." Deaton sighed, "Can you hear anything else?"

"They're worried. They're worried what they'll do during the moon. They're, worried that they're gonna hurt each other."

"If they're locked in together on the full moon, they're gonna tear each other apart." Derek mumbled lowly, Deaton nodding before turning back to Isaac.

"Isaac, we need to find them right now. Can you see them?"

"No."

"Do you know what kind of room is it? Is there any kind of a marker? A number on a door, a sign-" Deaton was cut off by Isaac loudly gasping, shooting up in the tub, hand grabbing Lyla's wrist once more. "They're here." He whimpered, " They-they-"

"It's alright." Deaton soothed, but Isaac shook his head, falling back into the water, sending ice down onto Lyla's shoes. "No."

"Just tell me where you are."

"I can't see!"

"Isaac! Where are you!" Derek shouted, Lyla's head whipping up towards a frustrated Deaton. "Just tell me where you are!"

Deaton panicked, glaring at the man, "Stop! His heart rate-he could go into shock!"

Lyla panicked at the rising chaos, reaching over to grasp his hand that was gripping her wrist. Isaac began thrashing around, Lyla glaring up at Derek, "Derek! Stop it!"

"Isaac! Where are you! What did you see!" He screamed, a whimper leaving Isaac as water began flooding the floor of the Vet hospital.

"It's a vault! It's a bank vault!" Isaac screamed, his movements halting and his heart rate slowing. Before he went limp again in the water, heart rate slow enough to keep him alive.

"They got me. They got me! They're putting me in a room." He cried out, thrashing around some more, before stilling once more, "There's a dead body. It's Erica!"