Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

TWENTY-FIVE

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KOREY

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"You see the knife too, right?" I muttered, glancing at Paisley, who nodded slowly, her face contorted with anger and confusion, "Great. I'm glad it's not just me."

Blood pooled under Mason, a line coming from his mouth as well, his eyes wide and unseeing, full of fear and disbelief. His heart was frozen, half torn by my claws and half struck by the knife. He was so very dead, and yet, somehow, it didn't make anything better.

"Who did it?!" Paisley snapped, pushing away from me and storming towards the three men watching the scene, each equally perplexed. "Who took this away from us?! He was ours to kill!"

I moved carefully, studying the body before I stuck my clawless finger out, tracing an invisible line through the air to try and gauge where the knife had come from.

 "Paisley," Scott grabbed the seething girl's shoulders, "it wasn't any of us. I'm sorry but—"

"It came from the trees," I called out to her, my body angling towards the forest before I began to creep towards it. "Someone's in the trees."

Paisley flung Scott's hands off her, storming after me, "Where?"

I squinted my eyes, looking through the dark treeline, "I have no idea."

"Not to point out the obvious," Deucalion sighed, his voice plain, "but you're werewolves. You can see in the dark, smell really well, you know, all that stuff?"

"Shut up!"

"No one even likes you!" I threw back at the same time as Paisley yelled, both of us glaring at the alpha, who held up his hands in surrender before saying something to Scott and Derek. I took his advice, though, turning on my wolf eyes and scouring the trees carefully. 

There were two shadows standing in the dark, their faces covered by hoodies, and one figure leaned on the other.

I took in a deep breath, holding it in while my mind shifted through the different smells and scents in the area.

"Is that—"

I choked, releasing the breath of air and stumbling back, a sense of panic flooding through my veins, "That's impossible."

Paisley didn't freak out half as much as I did. She rushed forward, her feet pounding through the mud and aiming for the thick mass of trees.

I stayed rooted to the spot, the smell of lemon and fresh paper sliding down my throat before a second scent followed it, ginger and lemon. Except that was impossible because the person who smelled like ginger and lemons had died in my arms two days ago.

A small scream escaped Paisley's throat a few feet away from me, her hands slapping over her mouth as she bent forward, grief and relief coursing through her in equal amounts. Just as she sunk to the forest floor, one of the shadows stepped forward.

Aaron wrapped an arm around her, squeezing tightly and muttering something I couldn't catch before he helped her stand again, turning them both so they stared at the second figure.

Blake.

Her eyes were shifting gradually from yellow to red, but it was her, leaning against a tree for support and smiling hesitantly, bandages wrapped around her neck. "I hope you don't mind," her voice was croaky and deeper but still hers, "we took a detour on our way back to Sedona to help you guys out."

"Of course not!" Paisley cried out, flinging herself at Blake and clutching onto her tightly.

I couldn't move, and I wasn't entirely sure if I was breathing. Weirdly enough, I suddenly really wished that either Isaac or Chris would show up, if only so they could be as equally confused as I was.