Howling to the Heart || Isaac Lahey

59.

Last night after the whole Cora and Boyd situation which then added in Miss Blake and Heather's death, Neriah went back to the loft and passed out on the couch within minutes. But when she woke up this morning, she was in Isaac's bed with a blood bag on the bedside table waiting for her.

She still wasn't sure if it was Derek or Isaac who carried her to bed, and she couldn't even ask them when she woke up because she was at school by six in the morning.

Today they had cross country and due to Neriah being the fastest runner since she came to high school, Coach put her in charge of flagging the track. That was a pain in the ass. She always loved cross country but waking up and setting up the trail was not something she wanted to do first thing in the morning.

"I was wondering where you went this morning," a familiar voice drawled beside her locker as she stuffed her casual clothes inside.

"Sorry, I had to come set up for cross county." She sent Isaac a sheepish smile, noticing he was checking her out, very slowly with a small smirk. "You done, yet?"

"Nope," he hummed, not caring that she caught him. "Tennis skirts on you will be the death of me."

Neriah laughed a real laugh, closing her locker and facing him with her white fitness jacket in hand. Due to her running in cross country today, she decided to wear a white tennis skort and a purple fitness singlet.

"You have balls, I'll give you that." Neriah pulled on her jacket, starting to walk away from him. "You coming to the locker room?"

Isaac caught up to her side, lazily throwing an arm around her shoulders with a duffel bag in hand. "Of course, I am. Do you really think I'm letting you go alone into a room full of boys while wearing that?" He arched a brow.

She playfully slapped his chest. "Since when did you care, Lahey?"

"Oh, so we're bringing out the last names, are we?" Neriah only rolled her eyes with a smile at his tone. "I care because everyone knows you and Stiles don't talk anymore. Which means every boy is pining for you."

"No one's pining for me," Neriah laughed, ignoring the pinch against her heart at the fact that Stiles and she don't talk anymore.

"Yes, they are, Hale," Isaac said firmly, sending her a pointed look. "For one, me."

"So that's what it was," Neriah sarcastically drawled. "I thought you were just being nice."

"Believe me, I'll keep being nice if you think that's what it is."

She smiled, pushing the locker room door open to that familiar stench of sweat that she had always hated.

"I looked everywhere," Neriah heard Scott's voice straight away while Isaac removed his arm from her shoulders, and they stopped at his locker. "It's like he just walked away. Left his car, his dog."

"What's Scott going on about?" Isaac asked her, opening his locker.

"Last night at the clinic, some guy brought his dog in and then he just disappeared afterwards in the car park," Neriah explained to him, and he sent her a confused look.

"Okay. Was he, like..." She then heard Stiles trail off, making her lean back against the locker with a sigh. Even his voice was painful to hear at times. "Could he have been a virgin maybe? Did he look like a virgin? Was he, you know, a virginal?"

"What the fuck?" Neriah quietly laughed with Isaac. "I'll be back," she informed Isaac who nodded before she walked toward Scott and Stiles' lockers on the other side of the room.

"No, definitely not," Scott said and Neriah sent him a small smile as she walked up behind Stiles. "Deaton makes me have sex with all of his clients. It's a new policy."