Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

SIXTY-NINE

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ISAAC

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"They don't need air the way we do," Paisley paced in front of us, her hands twisting together rapidly, "they don't need water or sunlight. They're dead already. They don't need any of the things that we do to keep them alive." She snapped her head up, looking through the room at the eyes staring at her, "All except for blood and meat."

"What happens if you deprive a vampire of those things?" Derek asked, his frown deep.

Paisley's face fell, and she wrapped her arms around herself, "Their control crumbles. They become aggressive, in some cases, cannibalistic, in others, they go mad."

"I've enforced a town wide curfew," Sheriff Stilinski murmured, "what is that going to mean for Korey... if they do, in fact, have her?"

Paisley shrugged slightly, "Vampires hunt at night. You're taking away their food source by bringing in a curfew... I don't know what the means for Korey."

I pressed my hand to my stomach where one stab mark was still healing. I knew what they could do. She knew, too. We all knew. None of us wanted to say it, though...well...

"So those bloodsucking, assholes are going to eat Korey?" Stiles barked out, "Korey? Our Korey?" He held his hand up in the air, "Yay high, brooding and easily irritable, definitely likely to try and take on five leeches plus an extra special leech all by herself. That Korey?" He scoffed, looking around Derek's loft, "No! Screw that. We need to get out there, and we need to find her!"

"We will," Sheriff Stilinski tried to calm him down, "we have to be careful, though. If they realise we're onto them—"

"Sheriff, not to insult your intelligence," Peter drawled slowly, "but considering the fuss we made last night and the fact that all the vampires magically disappeared, I think they know we're onto them."

"I hate to say this," Derek sighed, "but I agree with Peter. It's not about avoiding damage now. It's about doing damage control."

Peter made a point to throw his arms out as if he could not believe Derek's lack of desire to blindly listen to him.

"What do you suggest then?" The Sheriff rotated to face Derek, his face serious.

"We split up into teams," Derek offered, "and we target this problem from every angle. One team will look for the vampire clan, another will focus on Pittore and why he chose the school as a dump site. The last team will search specifically for Korey, tracking her scent and all of that."

"I'm going to look for Korey," I blurted out, staring at nothing in particular. I wasn't about to debate it with anyone or ask for permission. I didn't care about the vampires or the riser, I only cared about Korey.

Derek nodded slowly, accepting my answer, "Alright. You can join Peter and I in searching for her scent."

"Peter?" Lydia blurted in confusion, her eyes snapping to the ex-alpha, "What are you getting from helping to track her scent? What's your motive?"

"How dare you," Peter pressed his hand to his heart, "I will have you know I am very fond of the menacing, rage-filled pup, and I am very concerned about her wellbeing."

Weirdly enough, his heart didn't jump the way I expected it to, and even if he was grinning from ear to ear, he was telling the truth.

"I'll go with you three as well," Malia raised her hand slightly, "I have a stronger sense of smell than most. I can help the search."