Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

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"Are you kidding me?" Blake hissed as quietly as she could, creeping towards the kitchen counter I was leaning against, her head twisting back every few seconds to look up the stairs. "He made her go to school?"

"Yep," I kissed my teeth, "he said, and unfortunately, I quote, 'Ennis is dead, but Aiden is back at school, chop, chop, back to work'."

Blake scoffed harshly, her arms crossing over her chest tightly, "I don't like what has gotten into him since this alpha pack became a part of our lives. It's like all he can do is live and breathe through Deucalion's orders."

My heart panged lightly, and I knew she heard it, but neither of us mentioned it. My one-sided love was not an unfamiliar topic to anyone.

I shook my head, trying to get rid of any thoughts of Mason, "I checked on Korey's wound this morning."

"Any progress?" Blake tensed, her eyes narrowing slightly and unintentionally.

"The opposite actually," I scoffed bitterly, remembering the jagged, deep wound, "after her little trip to the vet's office, it returned to the condition it was in when she got home from the fight."

"I tried to make her rest all of yesterday," Blake mumbled, shifting to press her hip into the kitchen counter, "she kept having nightmares though... or daymares?"

"Terror dreams?" I offered weakly, mimicking her slight smile, "The same things as usual?"

Blake nodded slowly, "Just a whole lot of falling and a whole lot of eyes. Eventually, she had enough of trying to sleep, and she let Paisley talk her ear off about some boy band instead."

I sighed softly, "She shouldn't be at school. She should be at home or..." I swallowed thickly, "at this point, I think in a hospital."

"Talk to him," Blake pushed lightly, referring to Mason, "try and make him see sense. Try and explain how badly his decisions are hurting a seventeen year old child. The pre-Deucalion Mason has to be there somewhere."

"Is that how we're measuring time now?" My smile grew, "Pre and Post Deucalion?"

"Not everyone was born to be Einstein," Blake rolled her eyes, turning to the coffee machine and slamming down on the first button she saw, "if it works, it works."

"It doesn't work," I snorted, dodging around her to head up the stairs to Mason's office.

"Title of your sex tape," she rolled her eyes, grabbing a mug for herself, "good luck."

"Thanks," I muttered to myself, "I'm gonna need it."

Mason had locked himself in his office as soon as Aaron had left with both the kids to drive them to school. He liked to do that a lot these days– pretend we weren't around.

I shook my head, lightening my footsteps so he wouldn't hear me coming, though I was sure he'd pick up on my heartbeat or scent eventually. That thought alone made me hesitate, trying to think of a way to start the conversation non-confrontationally...ish.

"Hey dipshit, you're kind of being an asshole?" I mumbled to myself, frowning at a portrait on the wall I hadn't seen before. "Work in progress." In my own amusement, I barely noticed that I'd unintentionally focused my hearing on Mason.

"I promise you it'll be worth it," he was talking on the phone, and I could hear the buzz of the device. "No, I know it's taking longer than you'd like, but she's a dumb kid. She's got it in her head that she needs all these people around her, friends and such."