Distance [Derek Hale]

Chapter Twenty Three

"You know, I'm starting not to like this idea. Sounds kinda dangerous..." Isaac said, pacing back and forth across the loft. Derek was sat at the table with his book reading the words whilst Margo was sat on the chair beside him but she was typing up on her blog and answering a few messages. "You know what? I definitely don't like this idea, and I definitely don't like him..."

"You'll be fine," Derek said with a sigh.

"Does it have to be him?"

"He knows how to do it-- I don't. It'd be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself," Derek admitted and Isaac nodded but still wasn't done with his worries.

"You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? You know, personally, I'd... Well, I'd trust Scott," Isaac admitted and Derek looked up at Isaac a hint of irritation in his eyes.

"Do you trust me?" Isaac hesitated, and since the hesitation took so long Margo looked up over the laptop screen.

"Do you trust me?"

"...Yeah..." he said and Derek looked between them annoyed whilst a smug smile formed on Margo's face. She looked back to the screen to look at her work and Derek sighed. Sometimes it felt like everyone in the house was working against him.

"I still don't like him," Isaac finalised.

"Nobody likes him," Derek confirmed.

As the words left his mouth, the doors slammed open and Peter was stood in the doorway, "boys," he called out before noticing Margo, "and lady. FYI? Yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities slightly impaired... but, the hearing still works," he said as he walked over to them, "So, I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face."

"We don't like you," Derek said before slamming his book shut and tossing it onto the table, "now shut up and help us."

"Fair enough."

They changed positions so that Isaac was sat on a chair in the centre of the room. Derek was sat on the sofa whilst Margo was stood behind him. She didn't necessarily know what was happening but from the tension that radiated throughout the two werewolves bodies (excluding Peter of course), it was clear to see that it was going to be dangerous.

"Relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm," Peter said.

"How do you know how to do this, again?" Isaac asked looking around them.

"It's an ancient ritual used mostly by Alphas, since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One slip, and you could paralyze someone..." Peter explained a small smirk forming on his face, "or kill them."

"You... You've had a lot of practice, though, right?" Isaac asked.

"Well, I've never paralyzed anyone." All three of them frowned as they tried to work out what Peter meant by that.

"...Wait, does that mean that you-"

Peter cut Isaac off by digging his nails into Isaac and he roared out in pain. Derek stood to his feet and Margo flinched but the pair didn't get any closer. Derek frowned searching them for any signs of answers when Peter finally found something. "Wait, I see them..."

"What'd you see?" Derek asked.

Peter didn't respond and then he pulled his claws out stumbling back as he did, "It was confusing... Um, im-images, vague shapes..."

"But you saw something," Derek urged and Peter nodded.

"Isaac found them."

"Erica and Boyd?"