Dark of the moon (Dnf)

Chaos Rising - 3

"So, you think they kidnapped Heather to turn her?" I questioned Stiles' theory. He nodded. "Derek says it's easier to turn teenagers."

"But what would a pack of Alphas need with a Beta?" It didn't make any sense. The only way a Beta becomes an alpha is if the power is passed down mostly by family or stealing them. And I don't think any alpha would willingly give up their power. 

"I don't know." Stiles said impatiently. "I don't care. All right?" He sighed. "This girl, our moms were best friends before mine died, okay? We used to take frickin' bubble baths together when we were three. I gotta find her!"

"We will." I assured him. "We just need Isaac to remember." If he remembers we can easily find them. 

"How?" Stiles questioned. "Peter and Derek couldn't do it. You know any other werewolves with a better trick?"

Scott paused. "Maybe not a Werewolf...but someone who knows a lot about 'em."

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Derek, Scott and I dumped the bags of ice in the metal tin. Scott suggested we go to Deaton for help, and it is a good thing we did, he had a technique that could bring back his memory. I was a little concerned by it, considering it involves a metal tub and at least six bags of ice. After dumping the last bag of ice in, I stuck my hand inside, pulling back, hissing as soon as I made contact with the cold water. Werewolves don't really feel any difference between temperature outside, not if it's hot and not if it's cold. But I can definitely feel this.

"Like being hypnotized." Isaac said as he and Deaton walked over. Deaton nodded. "Exactly. You'll be half-transformed. It'll let us access your subconscious mind."

I cross my arms over my chest. I know this is probably the only way we're going to get some information but I was worried. "How slow does his heart rate need to be?"

"Very slow."

"Okay, well," Derek looked down at the tin. "How slow is "very slow?"

"Nearly dead." The way his voice was calm made me half believe he knew what he was doing and the other half was concerned. "But it's safe right?"

Deaton gave me a look. "Do you want me to answer honestly?

I thought about it and then shook my head. "No." I'll just worry even more.

A rubber glove slapped against skin, we turned to see Stiles with an elbow long glove on his arm, wiggling his fingers with a smile on his face. I cleared my throat to draw his attention. "What?" He asked when he saw us staring. I point with my eyes at the glove, trying not to laugh. Stiles frowned and took it off.

"Look, if it feels too risky, you don't have to do this." Derek told Isaac. I half hoped he agreed.

Isaac exhaled and took off his shirt. I looked away, feeling Stiles gaze on me. He did not know that Isaac and I slept together, no one knows. I stare at my feet doing everything not to react. Isaac stared at the tin as he got in. Derek and Scott each took a shoulder and pushed him down when Deaton gave them the go. Isaac fought back, trying to get up. Crap. "Get him back under." I lifted my sleeves and put my hands in the water, grabbing a hold of his legs and pushed down to keep him from kicking. "Hold him!"

"We're trying!"

It took a minute but we finally got him down, he rose, floating on the icy water. Eyes closed and seeming more calm. "Now, remember..." Deaton warned us as I pulled out of the water. "Only I talk to him. Too many voices will confuse him and draw him out."