Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

SEVENTY- ONE

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ISAAC

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"I can help," Liam blurted out, his face despairing, "I'm a werewolf too. Korey was nice to me. Let me help."

Scott groaned in frustration, his face buried in his hands, "Liam, it's been two weeks, and none of us have been able to find her." He dragged his palms down his face, setting his chin on top of his hands, "You can't help us find her but you can be helpful by agreeing to stay with Derek for the full moon."

"I can help," Liam grew frustrated.

"Liam," I mumbled tiredly, rubbing the pads of my fingers over my eyes, "we appreciate your attempts to help but if you shift and lose control in the middle of the search, you won't be helping anyone... least of all Korey."

Two weeks. She'd been taken two weeks ago. The old pack house was abandoned two weeks ago. The murders of humans and werewolves alike stopped two weeks ago. We'd been searching for two weeks and we had nothing.

The Calavera's had arrived to help in the search with all their fancy equipment and hatred for the supernatural days ago. 

Paisley remained in town, guiding us through the teachings Korey had already given us, reminding us of the danger we were all in.

The Sheriff had started up a missing person's search with a full-scale police presence scouring the entire town.

Derek called in old friends to help: Braeden, Satomi, and to all of our surprises, Brett Talbot, who came with her.  Unfortunately, just like the twins, no one could find anything, and most of them went back home after the first week. 

Stilinski had come up with the theory that Pittore had gone to the school to hunt humans and supernatural's alike without suspicion. He'd blended in with ease as a failing artist, forced to take up being an art teacher, too passionate for his own good and simply, plain. That theory hadn't done anything for us... we just had it.

"I want to help," Liam pressed weakly, "please."

"We appreciate that," Scott sighed softly, "but you can't. Not until you learn to be in control of your impulses. We can't be forced to focus on you, and on tracking Korey on the one night we might actually have a shot at finding her."

We were all counting on the full moon tomorrow night to help us find her. We would be stronger, but Korey would be too. We all chose to ignore the fact that the vampires would also be stronger; that was not our priority.

"Korey said," Liam murmured carefully, "I am responsible for yourself. I make those calls. She asked me two questions before the Devenford game. Can I play and should I?" He swallowed nervously, looking back up at us, "I can play... but I shouldn't. I still want to help, though. Let join the search tonight, at least."

"Okay," Scott agreed readily, relief flashing across his face, "I'm happy with that. Another team is going out in an hour, as soon as the moon rises. Chris Argent, Isaac, Paisley, and Stiles are on it. You can join them."

Liam's heart soured, and he hurriedly nodded, "Can my friend Mason come too? He's really smart and—"

"Stiles could use the company," I cut in before he could waffle any longer, "and the more, the merrier." I glanced at Scott's tired face, "We could use the extra eyes."

We were all so exhausted, rotating shifts to search for clues or signs, going on three hour patrols, trying as best as we could to find anything that could guide us in the right direction.