Tethered // Teen Wolf // Isaac Lahey

ONE-HUNDRED-ONE

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KOREY

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"Okay, so, thank you for joining me here on such short notice," I paced in front of my audience of five, laughing nervously as I spoke.

"Join you? We live here," Derek frowned in confusion, turning to Peter before looking back at me. "Why are you in my apartment?"

"Also, short notice?" Stiles stared at me in confusion, "You made us RSVP last night for this meeting."

"Minor details," I breathed out, pacing a little faster as my heart raced. "Focus, people, we have a real problem— well, actually, I have a problem but— honestly, we versus I, none of us have ever really known the difference and— Am I hyperventilating? It feels like I'm hyperventilating! I may be hyperventilati—"

"Okay, we're gonna take a deep breaths in," Isaac cut off my pacing by stepping out in front of me and making me bump into him. He grabbed my shoulders, holding onto them before drawing me back so he could look at my face. "Slow down. Tell us what's going on."

I clenched my hands tightly, "I don't remember how to breathe."

He let out a quiet laugh, looping his arm around me before he led me to the couch, forcing me to sit down. "You said you talked to the sheriff last night. Did something bad happen?"

I clasped my hands together in my lap as he sat down on the coffee table beside Malia, "No and yes. It's complicated."

"We do good with complicated," Stiles offered me a small smile, sitting beside me, "tell us all about the complicated."

I let out a shaky breath, my foot starting to tap on the floor rapidly as I tried to figure out where to start. "Uh... well... you guys are currently being roped into my drama because I think you're the most awesome people ever, but also, you're good with secrets, and I need some secrets kept right now."

"I love secrets," Peter blurted, looming behind Malia, "tell me everything, leave no details out."

"Few things first," I breathed out harshly before spreading my hands out, "congratulations, you've all joined the 'help Korey keep her sanity' task force. It's top secret and incredibly important. You will not be getting paid in this role."

"Great," Derek sighed heavily, reaching up to rub the bridge of his nose, "do we get a say in this?"

"No, because if you refuse, I'll curl up into a ball on your floor and cry," I offered him a weak smile.

Derek matched it before nodding, "Glad to be a part of the...'help Korey..."

"Keep her sanity task force," I huffed, "now, the part where I explain why I'm making a task force."

They all blinked at me as I fell quiet, their faces expectant.

"Are you going to—"

"I'm getting to it!" I shot off the couch, starting to pace behind it again, "Okay, so Stilinski got a call from a detective in Sedona. Most of you don't know this, but legally, I died when I was fifteen. Apparently, that means you can't die twice, and if you do, it raises some eyebrows."

"You died?" Malia blurted out.

"Not important," I waved her off, "anyway, Stilinski did some digging, and it turns out that someone is looking for me."

Isaac stood up slowly, his face hardening as his eyes sharpened, "Please tell me you're not going to say what I think you're about to say."

"It's my dad," I forced the words out, a weight falling off my back immediately, "it is my father, the sperm donor himself, the XY to my mother's XX—"