𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐑, isaac lahey²

prologue

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[ prologue ]
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ANDREA had been relaxing on her grandmother's couch when a phone call came, making her frown in confusion. The call came from Derek, which was confusing since Derek hadn't been interested in calling her for the past few month.

She was met with a puzzled look from her brother who sat next to her. He nodded, telling her to pick it up. And she did.

"Derek?" Andrea asked as soon as she placed her phone against her ear, the frown still visible on her face. "What's up? Is everything okay?"

"Andrea, listen to me," Derek breathed out, immediately alarming the girl. "I need you to come back to Beacon Hills. I don't have time to explain right now, you just need to come here."

"I'll be back in three days, Derek. Relax, we can talk when I get there."

"No," he stated sternly. "I need you to come here. Now."

"Derek," Andrea began cautiously, eyebrows furrowing as she stood up from her spot. "What's going on?"

"It's Isaac," the Alpha muttered, guilt filling his voice. "I think he's in trouble."

AND just like that, Andrea and her brother booked the next two flights to Beacon Hills. Telling their grandmother that they had an emergency and had to cut their vacation short, but promised to come back next summer.

Now, she was in her living room, trying to find the keys of Nathan's motorcycle that he had left there for Scott to take care of. The two of them had planned to go back to their house first to drop off everything before Andrea go to Derek's new lair, which was a loft in downtown Beacon Hills.

"He'll be okay, you know," Nathan piped up from her left, breaking the silence between the two siblings. "He's strong, Derek taught him well."

"But I just can't shake this bad feeling that he's hurt somewhere," Andrea rubbed her face frustratedly. "I should've stayed here, damn it."

Her brother placed his hand on her back, patting it soothingly, "Don't beat yourself up, Dee."

"I should've known, Nate," she murmured. "I knew there was something off about him, I suspected something."

"No, you couldn't have known," Nathan shook his head sternly. "He didn't want to tell you about what was going on, Dee. There was no way you could've known."

"But I should've known, Nathan!" she snapped. "Wh—what if he's hurt? Or what if he's ..."

What if he's dead.

Her voice trailed off as she bit her lower lip, not wanting to say the word. Her older brother held her by the shoulder upon noticing the sudden change in Andrea's expression, forcing her to look at his eyes.

"He's fine. Or at least, he'll be fine," Nathan assured her. "You have to believe that. Okay?"

Andrea nodded, "Okay."

"Good," he said, before finally noticing something on one of the drawers that Andrea had opened. Picking it up, he then carefully placed it on top of her palm. "Here. Be careful."

It was the keys to his motorcycle.

Andrea gave him a thankful hug before sprinting out of the house, she didn't waste anymore time before making her way to Derek's loft as fast as she could. She stood in front of his door, banging on it a few times until the Alpha opened up.

"What did you do to him?" Andrea asked through gritted teeth, pushing past him without caring about manners. She didn't have time for manners when Isaac's life was on the line.

"Please, let's be civil here."

The girl whipped her head to the direction of the voice, only to find Derek's uncle sitting comfortably on the couch. Andrea immediately spun back to the Alpha, couldn't care less about Peter's presence.

"What did you do, Derek?" she asked with a glare, fury filling every word.

"I ..." Derek stopped himself, letting out a sigh before continuing. "I sent him to look after Boyd and Erica."

Andrea furrowed her eyebrows, "Boyd and Erica? Didn't they move away?"

The man shook his head, "They have him."

That only made her even confused, "They? Who's they?"

"You haven't told her everything yet, have you?" Peter piped up from their left.

Derek glared at his uncle for a few seconds, and then shifted his gaze back to the girl, "The Alpha Pack. They have Erica and Boyd."

Andrea's body went still almost immediately. The Alpha Pack. She'd heard about them before, about five Alphas who killed their Betas to steal their powers, making them Augmented Alphas with even stronger supernatural abilities.

Their leader, Deucalion, was said to be the Demon Wolf. The Alphas of Alpha. The man who was so hungry for power, he'd kill his own Betas with his bare hands.

And Derek sent Isaac after him.

"You sent him after the Alpha Pack?" Andrea questioned, her voice slightly shaking due to shock and disbelief. "You sent him after Deucalion?"

Guilty seemed to have flooded the man in front of her, but she didn't care. Because as of right now, she was seeing red.

"Are you crazy?" the girl practically shouted. "Are you freakin' nuts? You sent Isaac after them? He's a Beta, Derek! No matter how strong he is, he's still a Beta. He doesn't stand a chance against five Alphas—five Alphas that even you can barely fight with."

"I know that," the Alpha said through a sigh. "I just needed him to take a look at what was going on and find Erica and Boyd, then we can figure out a plan to get them out. But they caught him."

"Good God, Isaac. What did you get yourself into now?" Andrea muttered under her breath, running a hand through her hair frustratedly as she leaned over to the desk near the giant window of Derek's loft.

She took in a deep breath, trying to regain composure over herself  because if she was going to continue this conversation, she needed a clear head. Once she finally did, the girl crossed her arms over her chest, "So what are we going to do?"

"We're going to find them," Derek said sternly. "All of them."

The brown haired girl raised an eyebrow, "And how exactly are we going to do that?"

"That part ... we haven't figured out yet."