Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

SEVENTEEN

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BLAKE

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"I didn't kill him! I didn't kill anyone!"

Allison Argent's words pulsed through my brain like a pounding migraine that no amount of healing could fix.

"I didn't kill him! I didn't kill anyone!"

Her words had sparked more questions than answers, and it was starting to feel like, since Archie's death, all we were doing was turning in circles.

"I didn't kill him! I didn't kill anyone!"

The biggest question of them all was, if the Argents really hadn't been responsible for Archie's death... then who was?

My eyes flit up as Korey's hand twitched in mine, and I winced as her face twisted with the discomfort that always surfaced whenever her dreams grew too violent. I sighed, standing up slightly off my chair and pushing the hair back off her face.

She'd healed quickly, the minor electrical burns disappearing almost as soon as they had appeared, but that wasn't what worried me. Her response to Paisley's behaviour was what concerned me, the emptiness of it.

"Hey," a soft rap on Korey's bedroom door had me turning to my brother, who smiled weakly, "she's out like a light. I gave her a stern talking to, and she's grounded for a month."

I nodded, extending my other hand to him, "Did she say why she did it?"

Aaron shrugged, shuffling into the room and taking my hand in his, squeezing it softly, "She said the same thing as earlier. She thought Korey was going to kill Allison."

I swallowed, looking back at Korey as her hand on my tightened again, "It's probably the grief. It's affecting both of them differently."

"I—" Aaron kissed his teeth, turning towards Korey's bedroom window, "I don't think I disagree with Korey's methods."

"You agree it should be an eye for an eye?" I mused lightly, letting go of Korey's hand to tuck it under her blanket as I stood up.

"We've been hunted all of our lives," Aaron shrugged, "that's how we lost mom and dad. Sometimes, hurting them for what they do to us is justified."

The question burned on the tip of my tongue, like a bomb waiting to drop, "Do you... are we sure... that it was hunters?"

Aaron's bright eyes darkened, and he let go of my hand, "Who else could have done it?"

Deucalion, any member of his pack, Derek Hale... there were a lot of people who could want to hurt us. The knife with the seal was the anomaly, though, the part of the puzzle that didn't quite fit.

"I think you're thinking about it too much," Aaron shook his head at me, "people like us, in the eyes of hunters, we were born to die. Archie was in the wrong place at the wrong ti—"

"But why?" I blurted out, staring at him, "Why was he there? At the school? In the middle of the night?"

Aaron's face changed slightly as he realised my implications, "You think someone was chasing him?"

"Maybe," I huffed, "the last person he called was Korey, and it was a long call, ten and a half minutes. She said he was running, that he needed to tell her something—"

"And he didn't get the chance," Aaron finished for me, "alright, I'll bite, it's strange."

Korey gasped out loudly, her eyes flying open as she sat up, blank and unseeing. Nightmares.