Reincarnate [Isaac Lahey]

Chapter Five

"Well, if you really consider it I'm doing terrible because you know the world's kind of ugly and there are so many things that we could have lived through like the Italian Renaissance, a world war, the Shakespearean era, the Jacobean era, the Regency era or I could have been alive and met Robert Burns but no instead I'm here...so..." She trailed off, inspecting the ceiling as she did.

"So what you're saying is you don't feel fulfilled in the life that you're living?" The woman across the desk asked from her.

"No, I'm just saying stuff because you asked me a question," she admitted, finally pulling her eyes away from the ceiling to look at the woman across from her.

"So how are you actually feeling, in this current moment, about everything that's happened in the past year?"

"Like it could have been worse. I could have been stabbed thirteen times in a plot to kill both me and my brother in the middle of the church but I don't have a brother and I don't go to church so I suppose that plot wouldn't work but... you know, it could be worse," she explained dragging her words slightly.

"You're deflecting," Morell said and Lena sighed, bringing her hand up to her forehead.

"I'm answering your questions."

"You can answer a question and deflect it at the same time." Morell waited a few seconds with her eyes narrowed before she spoke up again. "Can you tell me what you saw the other night; your father said you didn't see what actually attacked you but instead something else," she said and Lena met her eyes as she thought about the man with red eyes.

"I saw..." fangs, red eyes, a man who should not even be real, "a wolf."

"Okay, tell me what you see," she began again, holding up a list of cards and Lena sighed as she slouched in her chair. This was going to be a long half an hour. And she had it twice a week.

Taking her seat in chemistry class, she brushed her hair back from her head before glancing up at the ceiling. How many of the little dark marks were engraved into each tile? "Hey Lena," a voice said from beside her and her brows furrowed as she snapped her eyes to look at the boy next to her. It was Stiles, otherwise known as the boy who always had the strangest conversations in the middle of Chemistry.

"Yeah?"

"Has anything strange happened to you recently like I don't know...feeling super powerful?" Bringing her hand away from her head, she slowly sat up as he began to list a collection of things, "strange things... a lot of strange things I don't know maybe your hearings improved-" his voice drowned out as she thought about the channelling and the breaking of the glass ornament last night.

Realising that he'd stopped talking, she glanced between him and Scott who was staring at her with his eyes narrowed in thought like he was listening to something great. "No," she lied. It wasn't technically a lie. It could have all been a complete coincidence...a coincidence where her father had been lying to her and knew something about the 'red eyes'.

As she turned to face the front of the class she missed Scott's discreet nod over at Stiles but they too were distracted as the class began and they remembered their other issue of the day. That other issue being Isaac, a newly turned wolf, was being held for the potential murder of his father.

"Why would Derek choose Isaac?" Scott asked as he looked back at Stiles.

"Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it could kill you... And maybe teenagers have a better chance at surviving?" Lena began to focus on their conversation at the words. She probably should have been focusing on Mr Harris' lesson but at the same time she could learn that from a youtube video if it came to it.