"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
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After the chaos on the field, Angie had slipped away quietly. She knew better than to stay where her mother was—because if her mother was there, so was James. Legally, James was her father—the man who'd signed the birth certificate—but she couldn't call him that. Not really. Not anymore. He wasn't her father. Not in any way that mattered.
She crept down the hall, heart pounding, and slipped into the locker room where Scott and Isaac had gone after the game. The aftermath still felt raw—Jackson was dead, but Angie had no idea what was coming next. No idea what darkness was closing in now.
She waited just outside the door until she saw the two wolves bent over a locker, searching.
"What's wrong?" she asked softly, stepping forward.
Scott looked up and immediately softened when he saw her. "Stiles is missing."
Her breath hitched. "Who do you think took him?"
Scott shrugged, frustration tightening his jaw. "Gerard, I'm guessing."
Angie stood silently beside them, the weight of it settling heavy on her chest. She hated to admit it, but she'd begun to care about Stiles—more than she wanted to. And now she wanted to find him. Wanted to fix this before it broke any more of them.
Scott continued rifling through the locker as he handed Isaac a shoe, and Isaac grabbed a shirt in return. Angie studied them both, trying to figure out what they were doing. Trying to ignore the way Isaac's eyes burned onto her skin—unspoken and heavy after the conversation they'd had.
She wasn't sure if Isaac wanted to speak to her or stay silent. If they did talk, she didn't know what she would say. It felt like she'd pressed pause on her life, but deep down, she knew the storm was coming. Everything was about to hit her, all at once.
"You're gonna find him by scent?" Isaac finally asked, breaking the silence and pulling his gaze away from her.
"Yeah. We both are," Scott replied, shifting away from the locker to face them.
"But how come you get his shirt and I get a shoe?" Isaac frowned.
Angie couldn't help but smile at that, the smallest flicker of levity in the room. Isaac caught the smile, but before either could say more, the door swung open.
"We need to talk," Derek's voice cut through, sharp and sudden.
All three turned, tension snapping in the air.
"Everyone," Peter appeared beside Derek, his presence darkening the room further. Angie's face fell, mirroring the look on Scott's.
"Holy shit..." Scott cursed under his breath. "What the hell is this?"
