"It's my right to be hellish, I still get jealous."
-Jealous
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{3rd Person}
Isaac lay shivering on the hard floor of Alison's dark bedroom. The last thing he remembered was being alone in that room, when.. something appeared out of nowhere
"Isaac!" He heard yells coming from the other side of the door.
He couldn't respond, he couldn't move. He just stayed shaking on the floor, desperate for help.
Just come in. He thought to himself, yet he still couldn't find the strength to say those words. It was only when Allison and her father burst through the room, did he feel the smallest breeze of relief.
Alison and Argent ran to Isaac's side, a look of terror appeared on the huntresses face as she bent down next to the trembling werewolf.
"He's freezing dad." She panicked, grazing his skin with her hands. "He's like ice!"
Argent ignored his daughter and brought his hands to Isaac's face. He turned his head up toward him. "Isaac look at me."
But the boy kept shaking, unresponsive to their calls.
"Isaac listen to me." Argent said. "You have to turn."
"Look at me!"
Alison jumped back as she saw her fathers hand connect with the side of Isaac's face.
"You need to trigger it. Come on."
"Trigger it!" Argent called as a closed fist projected into Isaac's jaw. "Turn!"
He landed a few more punches before Isaac's eyes turned a luminous yellow. His trembling sensation was gone and he sat up, pushing Argent off him.
He made his way over to the bed and leaned his back up against the foot of it. Alison and her father looked at him, hoping he would care to tell them what happened. Alison noticed he had tears In his eyes, he was crying. Whatever happened to him was bad enough to make even the cockiest of werewolves shed a tear
"Did you see them." He whispered.
"Who?" Alison asked softly.
"There were five of them." Isaac told them, looking at the floor as if he was replaying it back in his mind. "T-they wore black... I c-couldn't-couldn't see their faces, they were- they were covered."
"What do you mean?" Alison asked. "Like masks?"
A tear streamed down Isaac's face. His expression softened as he recalled the faces of his attackers.
"One of em- I could see its eyes. They were greenish yellow. Like a... like a firefly."
Argent stood up and walked over to the window, seeing no points of entry.
"The alarm system wasn't triggered." He announced.
"Then how did they get in?" Alison looked up at her father.
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