Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

NINETY-ONE

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KOREY

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"Stop that."

"I'm not doing anything!" Stiles protested.

"You're looking at me," Malia growled back.

"I'm not!" Stiles huffed, "I'm looking at the wall behind you. It's a very nice wall."

We'd survived the first night without sleep, but after a long day at school and an even longer lacrosse practise, the second night was unbearable.

"Stop it!"

"I'm not doing anything!" Stiles spluttered again, glaring at Isaac.

"You're breathing too loud," Isaac grumbled, "and I can feel you next to me."

"Do you want me to die?" Stiles' eyes grew wide with disbelief.

"Is that an option?" Isaac rotated his head slowly, looking at Scott, "Is it?"

Scott grunted in response, clutching his coffee tightly.

"Cool," Isaac huffed in response, "I'll get to that... as soon as I remember how to lift my arms."

"I will knock you on your ass," Stiles hissed, "what are you? Like six foot? A werewolf? Pfft, as if that makes you special."

"Ah, yes, because all five inches of you are so threatening," Isaac managed to roll his eyes before he closed them.

"Don't fall asleep," Kira croaked out.

"I won't," Isaac muttered, "I'm trying not to claw my own eyes out."

I reached out slowly, my muscles aching and taunt as I moved to rest my fingertips on the back of his hand. I sent a small wave of warmth through my hand, almost groaning as the heavy pressure hanging over my head grew.

"Sweetheart," Isaac brushed my hand off his, "no. Bad."

Stiles snorted loudly, "Korey, stay. Korey, roll over."

"Korey, bite," Isaac quipped.

"Korey, doesn't being referred to in the third person," I sighed heavily.

We all regained some of our senses when the front door opened and two figures hurried inside, a number of flasks held between them.

"How are you guys holding up?" Allison smiled weakly, holding out her flasks, "We brought coffee."

"In the nicest way possible, choke on your coffee," Stiles groaned out before he threw his head back on the couch again.

"I want to hurt you," Malia glared out at the two girls, "why do you get to sleep? It's not fair."

"Oh, well, we were attacked by evil, shadow spirits instead but sure," Lydia shrugged, "we're the worst."

"Glad you agree," Isaac said plainly before he rigidly turned his head to the window, "what time is it?"

"Uh," Allison turned her wrist to check her watch, "quarter past nine."

A chorus of groans echoed around the room.

"I'm going to kill someone tonight," Stiles decided after the sounds died down. "I can feel it. I'm going to do it. It's probably going to be Isaac—"

"I will rip your throat out," Isaac fired back.

"Okay then," Allison set the flasks down quickly, "no murder. Let's give everybody some space. It's too crowded in here." She turned to the couch Isaac, Stiles and I were sat on, "Isaac, Korey, why don't you two head to the kitchen?"