𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 || Isaac Lahey || Book 2

𝟜.𝟚 𝟙𝟙𝟟 ℙ𝕒𝕣𝕥 𝕆𝕟𝕖

Kaelin's P.O.V

I went on a run in the woods to clear my head. I was going to move into the McCall house later today, with the help of Lydia. I had heard about what happened to her when they went against the hunters and I was so pissed. I could tell that they were hiding something from me, Lydia was acting a little nervous when I went to see her. I stopped abruptly on the trail when I saw a familiar face. This couldn't be real. I pulled out my phone and called Stiles.

'Heyyyyy, Kae.' Stiles said nervously.

"Is there something that you would like to tell me? Because right now I am looking at teenager Derek, which is impossible because we aren't in Pirates of the Carribean." I said.

'Seriously? Out of all the movie references you could've come up with, you had to come up with that?' Stiles said annoyed.

"Would you have wanted to have heard the Donald Duck one?" I snapped sarcastically, "Now tell me what the hell happened."

'Kaelin, you have to get him.' Stiles said, 'We found Derek yesterday and we brought him back without telling you.'

"Oh! You are so dead!" I snapped.

'Kaelin, he doesn't remember anything.' Stiles said, 'Just get him back to Scott's place and maybe you can do something to jog his memory.'

"Why do you think I could jog his memory?" I said.

'You are the only one who knew him before the Hale fire.' Stiles said, 'Scott told me that you are remembering things. Just focus on getting him back here.' I was beginning to remember things. I was his best friend, his closest confidante.

"I will." I said before she caught sight of two deputies walking towards him. "But, now I got to go."

'Kaelin, wait-' Stiles said, before I hung up and cut him off.

I was still taking in Derek's appearance, but I knocked myself out of that phase and rushed over to the commotion.

"Excuse me, young man?" Parrish asked young Derek. Parrish looked at me confused. "Kaelin?" Parrish offered me a small smile.

"Oh! The brat!" The other deputy said in realization and I glared at him.

"Shut up, Haigh." Parrish hissed at him and he turned back around to me. "Sorry, but you can't be here."

"I know. I was just going on a jog. Sometimes I stop by here to-" I started, but I was too sad to finish.

"I mean, you can come of course, you just can't go on the property, you know." Parrish said nervously, "Sorry about your loss."

"Just because you lost your family doesn't give you more privileges than other teenagers." The other deputy hissed.

"And you being a deputy doesn't give you an excuse to be a dick." I shot back. Deputy Haigh or more like Deputy Dick turned around to terrorize another teenager.

"Hey, dumbass. You ever hear about no trespassing?" Deputy Dick said annoyed.

"This is my house." Derek mumbled.

"Nobody's been here for years, kid. Now get the hell out of here." Deputy Dick hissed. I stepped next to Derek in a protective matter. "You too kid!"

"Haigh, maybe a slightly gentler touch." Parrish said as he walked closer to the two of us. I eyed Parrish curiously, but I knew we were safe. I would protect Derek if anything came our way. "Are you alright? We can help you if something's wrong."

"What happened to my house? Where's my house? Where's my family?" Derek asked rapidly, "Where's my cousin?"

"All right, let's go. Now." Deputy Dick said, reaching for Derek's wrist.