Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

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Isaac's hand found mine, squeezing it tightly as we watched the coroner wheel away the third Beacon Hills victim, the seventh in total, off the lacrosse pitch.

The third victim wasn't a high school student. He was a gas station attendant, mid thirties, and human. He had been decapitated in the same way the high school girls had been, no arms and no legs left. He, too, looked like a shrivelled raisin, all his remaining bones standing out starkly against his greying flesh.

"Alright," Stiles whipped around to both of us, Malia following his actions, "we need to do something."

"I've been saying that since the beginning, but proceed," I sighed heavily, my eyes scanning the pitch.

Kira, Allison, Lydia, and Scott were all huddled together, talking lowly amongst themselves. Liam and his overly excitable human friend, Mason, stood together too, watching the body be taken away.

Jace Callan was alone, leaning on the bleachers, his nails tapping away on his arm as if he was merely amused by what he was seeing. Jace Callan: vampire, freshman, and thankfully, a loner. He was new, weird, and no one wanted to get to know him, leaving him without victims to choose from.

"I've got an idea," Stiles mumbled, leaning closer so we'd all instinctively huddle around him.

"Murder?" I offered.

"I'm in," Malia jumped in, her smile sharp and thin.

"Or," Stiles laughed out nervously, his arm waving out in front of us, "something less illegal. Has no one considered the fact that all three bodies were dumped at the school?"

"I feel like that's not a fact we've been able to ignore," Isaac muttered dully, his hand detangling from mine as Malia looked between the two of us in confusion, like she was trying to figure out something.

"Obviously," Stiles rolled his eyes heavily before he huffed, "that's not what I mean, though. Schools have security cameras."

We all stared at him blankly.

He turned away from us to run his hand down his face, seemingly fighting the urge to hit all of us repeatedly. 

My brain worked really hard for a moment, considering his implications before my heart jumped softly, "There should be cameras somewhere on the pitch. One of them might have caught the killer dumping the bodies."

Stiles threw his arms up, swinging back around with a forced grin, "There is hope for one of you."

I couldn't find it in me to match his smile as a twisting discomfort wriggled through my stomach. "I..." I glanced out at the field, swallowing thickly, "Archie died out there, right in the middle of the field. If there are cameras, they're probably more likely to be pointed at the bleachers than at the field."

Stiles' hand shot out to grab Malia's arm before the girl could ask the same question she always did. 'Who's Archie?'

I cleared my throat, pushing the memories back, "But two of the bodies were under the bleachers, so there's a chance something could have been recorded anyway. Where would CCTV footage be held?"

"The office," Stiles breathed out, a touch of relief gracing his face, "which is where we need to get into."

"So..." Isaac's eyebrows raised as high as they could go, "not murder, just breaking and entering."

"I said less illegal, Isaac, not legal," Stiles quipped shortly, huffing as if his point was completely obvious. "Come on."

We followed him back into the school while the majority of the students, including Scott, stayed outside while the police arrived.