Game of Survival - Teen Wolf

2.3

This is not how I thought I'd be spending my night, Isabelle thought as Stiles drove the jeep like a madman. She was glad at least that Scott offered to switch seats with her. Of course she didn't miss the fact that he basically jumped to give her his seat after Stiles had shot him some "They're going to kill each other" looks.

"All right, but if she's turning, would they actually kill her?" Stiles asked as he drove.

"I don't know." Allison admits. "They won't tell me anything, okay? All they say is, "We'll talk after Kate's funeral, when the others get here."

This piqued Isabelle's interest. She sat up and turned her head, "What others?" Thoughts began to plague her. God don't tell me more hunters are going to be coming. With her luck, they probably were.

"I don't know, they won't tell me that yet." Allison said, frustrated by the questions. Isabelle sat back, raping her fingers against the door. That wasn't going to lead to anything good. If more of them were coming she needed to know how much more, and who. Not to mention she and Derek would need to prepare. They couldn't get caught off guard again.

"Okay, your family's got some serious communication issues to work on." Stiles commented, he turned his head to her. "Are we going the right way?"

Isabelle sniffed and shouted out directions. "Take the next right!"

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"She came here?" Stiles questioned skeptically. "You sure?"

Isabelle nodded as the group trudged up the hill to her family's old house. "It's where her scent leads."

She just doesn't know why. The memory of what happened here with Peter is still fresh in her mind. The fire, the screaming, the fighting. His death was something she still saw when she slept at night. She couldn't help feeling sorry for him. He used to be a good guy, and over the years he descended into madness. Part of it was their fault, they had left him alone for 6 years. They never even visited it. He was alone for all of it.

Isabelle had to tear her eyes away from the house.

"All right, but has Lydia ever been here?"

"Before."

Lydia would sometimes come over for sleepovers when they were little. Sometimes her entire family would be invited for dinner parties and birthdays. But she'd have no reason to come here now, not when the house barely stood.

"Maybe she came here on instinct–" Allison suggested. "like she was looking for Derek?"

"You mean, looking for an Alpha." Isabelle corrected as Scott and Stiles walked up ahead. Isabelle stuffed her hands in her sweater as she and Allison followed the boys.

"Derek and I aren't even living here anymore."

Derek had decided to move their bases to an underground abandoned train station. Dirty, but secluded. No one would think to look for them there. Isabelle spent all of the time she didn't spend with Lydia in the hospital, in the underground train station cleaning it up.

She tried making it as homey as possible, sleeping bags, lights, lots and lots of easy microwaveable food. Even though Isabelle still slept in the apartment herself, Derek was a stubborn mule and stayed in the station. He claimed it was safer for her. She thought he was an idiot.

Isabelle sniffed the air frowning, something was wrong. Someone, lots of someones, had been here recently.

"Wolves need a pack, right?"