𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍, derek hale ✓

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A CALL FOR HELP

EMERSON WAS ON A PERPETUAL HIGH AS OF LATE.

The soccer season started up, and their first batch of friendlies with other schools in the county went extremely well. She was being praised by her coach, her teammates, and the occasional college scout that stuck around after the games concluded.

She was also blissfully ignoring the fact that there was a rampaging lizard roaming around, because thanks to Derek and suddenly Scott McCall, it wasn't a problem she needed to deal with. On the bright side, due to the other wolves hunting this creature down, it meant that Emerson wasn't being pestered as much by one of Derek's betas in particular.

Yeah, shit had returned to a more than pleasant equilibrium, especially when Wally came by to reinstate her favour due to Isaac rejecting his offer. Isaac began making less and less of an appearance around school, she found, but that was a Derek sort of problem now.

Still, that didn't mean she didn't get a slight headache over the boy's no doubt depleting grades now that he'd become a werewolf.

Another full moon rolled around, the feeling of it settling deep beneath her skin as she stayed up in her room behind a closed door. It wasn't that she felt the ravenous urge to maim and kill anything, for that trait died out when she had turned eight and had gotten enough practice of controlling it, but she felt antsy.

Like an itch beneath her skin, one she just wanted to curb down and let die. So, despite her guardian being held up at the station due to a recent string of murders, murders she knew could only be attributed to the lizard, she just wanted to have an extra sense of alone-ness. 

Hence why the door was closed and why she'd been pacing all night, trying to get herself to settle— trying to get herself to not be so on edge for a reason she could not yet determine.

The shrill ringing of her phone made her stop, dead in her tracks, before she retrieved it from the mountain of pillows on her bed.

"Hello?" she answered down the line, and physically had to pull the device away from her ear at the sound of the commotion on the other end.

"I need your help."

Once that voice amidst the snarling and grunting that was playing out in the background filtered through her ears, her eyes widened on their own.

"How the hell did you get my number, Derek?" she fumed in response, and the pacing started up again.

"Isaac doesn't have a password on his phone," he explained, a little blandly, "and I just assumed that you're the Chemistry Wizard who's been ignoring his texts."

Emerson's heart clenched before she rolled her shoulders back, not wanting to dig into that can of worms during a night like this. "You've caught me at a bad time," she lied, ruffling some papers around on her desk to make it sound like she was actively busy, "but I'd love to catch soon in fifteen business days if—"

"I need your help," the statement was restated, this time with a little more desperation that the Hale man let bleed into his tone. "I wouldn't be calling if it wasn't serious. Something's wrong with Isaac— with all of them, but mostly him, and I don't—"

At the sound of Isaac potentially being in trouble, she felt her eyes heat up on their own accord. The moon was beating down on her through her bedroom window, and she saw her own crimson orbs stare back at her in the reflection.