Lyra Gray wanted a fresh new start in a normal town where she could forget the tragic accident that had caused her months of grief. However, Beacon Hills was far from normal.
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*·༘ ➳〔 ᴄʀʏꜱᴛᴀʟ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴠᴇɴᴏᴍ 〕 ࿐ ࿔*:
Boots dug into the pavement, the sound thumping loudly alerting anyone nearby.
"For God's sake Isaac, pick up the damn phone. I need to know you're safe." She demanded angrily into the phone as she marched into the school, pushing past the door. Lyra left her werewolf friend eight voicemails for the last three days and got no response. The last text she received was him informing her that he was going to Derek's and clearly, he never came back.
It wasn't like Isaac to ignore her completely. He always picks up her calls or at least calls back if he missed it. Worry spread throughout her body as she thought of all the possibilities that could've happen to him.
"Scott!" She called, jogging up to him who was a couple feet away. He gave a genuine smile at the sight of her and slowed down for her to catch up.
"Have you seen Isaac lately?" She asked hurriedly, his shoulders tense at her tone of urgency.
"No. I thought he was with you." He replied, debating on whether to place his hands on her shoulders for comfort. She huffed out a breath at his response, not the answer she was hoping for. Isaac was supposed to stay under the radar from everyone and it seemed like she fell into that category.
The sight of Lyra frustrated about Isaac made Scott realise how much the newly turned werewolf meant to her. He wanted to be more of help, he really did and the only thought that settled in his head was that they weren't so different. She clearly cares deeply for her friend just as he does for Stiles. "I don't trust her. She's putting on an act." Stiles told him the night before the pool incident with the Kanima. His scrawny friend had continued to ramble about how gullible he was to include her into the plan. But now he looked at her and he was willing to be gullible because nothing he saw about her concern was an act. There was this feeling that-
"Isaac." Lyra hissed, her eyes dead set on the boy sitting casually in the class. Scott could practically see the anger fuming off of her and decided to take a seat before she decided to throw all them towards Isaac's head. Her eyes never left Isaac's as she sat directly behind the boy.
"Hey kitten." Isaac grinned, tugging on his leather jacket which she did not know he owned but that didn't cross her mind at first because of the nickname. Any remnant of the Isaac Lahey she knew was gone. The sudden change in clothing, sudden nicknames and boosting confidence.
