Reincarnate [Isaac Lahey]

Chapter Twelve

It had been a week.

A week and surprisingly nothing happened. No one had seen anyone. It was just a frozen moment for all of them where no one could really understand anything that was happening. Instead, the days went past as they would for everyone else: wake up, go to school, go home, go to bed, and start the day all over again.

Pressing the small bell on the counter, she looked around the room. She'd never been here before although it felt like she should have done. The person who walked out from the backroom was not the person she wanted though, "you must be Lena McKendley," he said a warm smile forming on his face and she tensed up, "your father praises you when he's bored," he teased, "I've heard a lot of things about you."

She didn't even know who he was, not his name, his age, or anything. He was just a mere stranger and yet he looked at her as if he'd watched her grow up.

"He's just packing up at the moment but you're welcome to wait for him. He shouldn't be long. In fact... why don't you come through. We've got a lot to discuss," he mused turning around to get into the back room again.

"Pardon?" She asked, but followed him anyway. What could they possibly have to discuss?

As she got into the back room she saw Scott who was treating a golden coloured puppy who kept whimpering out in pain, "it's been a long time since a McKendley has walked through my doors. I still remember your mother," he droned and Lena looked over to Scott who looked just as lost as she did. "Such an enthusiastic women..." he was looking into the air as if he was remembering a spirit from so long ago.

Still remember your mother. Her mother died last year not a thousand ago. It wasn't hard to remember her either; she had a way of capturing the room's attention even when she was trying to be discreet.

"Right..." Lena muttered, not knowing what else to say. She was more concerned about all the lies which had been circulating within her family for so long.

The sound of the front door opening cut the strange interaction short and Deaton looked over to Scott, "would you mind seeing who that is?" He asked, but before Scott could even get to the door Isaac appeared in the doorway, "it's okay, Isaac. We're open."

She couldn't help but notice something different about him. Like all ego, all arrogance, all strength, everything had been stripped from him. Like he'd turned back into the person he was before Derek bit him and turned him into a werewolf.

Isaac looked down at the puppy on the table before glancing up at the doctor in the room, "why does it smell like that?" Deaton smiled at the words whilst Isaac and Lena grew confused, "what?"

"Scott said almost the same thing to me a few months ago," Deaton admitted with a smile and Scott held a similar one, "one day, he could somehow tell the difference between which animals were getting better, and which were not."

Lena sighed, "that's depressing," she muttered.

"He's not getting better, is he?" Isaac asked and Deaton nodded to confirm it, "like, cancer?"

"Osteosarcoma. It has a very distinct scent, doesn't it? Come here," he urged and Isaac walked around the table so that he was on the same side as Deaton, "I know you're well aware of what your new abilities can do for you-- improved strength, speed, and healing. You ever wonder what it could do for others? Give me your hand," he said and Deaton guided his hand to the dog's belly, "go on."

Within moments black veins were growing up Isaac's arm and he hissed out in discomfort. It wasn't too much, but Scott held a smile on his face whilst Lena and Isaac were only watching confused, "what did I do?" Isaac asked, looking between the two that were actually knowledgeable.