Isaacs POV
"Derek?" I ask as I slump my school bag down on the dusty and crumbling concrete floor. No answer.
I gulp and start to walk around. He's probably out somewhere, looking out for people. Or ripping someone's throat out.
Probably ripping someone's throat out.
I sigh and just as I'm about to turn around to check for people one more time, a familiar voice fills the air,
"You should've told me you were going out tonight." Derek. I turn to the shadowy figure barely lit by the close-to-full-moon in the sky through the broken window. I gulp. I open my mouth to say something, to protest. The words that slip out prick tears in my eyes,
"Sorry, but you're not my," I practically choke at the familiar word, "dad." Images of him and broken glass. Me pounding on the top of the freezer. Blood, hurt, screams. Derek snaps me out of it when he replies coldly and makes the whole situation worse,
"Yes, I'm not. Because you're dad is dead." The last three words are short and cold. I ball my fists and open my mouth to say something when he fills the air again,
"And I thought I told you not to have anyone close to you. For her safety, and yours." He looks up at me with a stern stare and I finally speak, this time, my voice wavering,
"I think I can worry about my own life, thank you very much." Derek rolls his eyes.
"Look, this Duecalion guy isn't going to stop before he wants to get to me. He wants to kill my pack. And that's you. So please, just do what I say." The last part sounds more like a plead and I become confused.
What Duecalion guy? Pack? Derek doesn't really have an official pack ever since Erica went missing, proclaimed dead. Sure, there's Boyd, but he's not the strongest. I shake it off for now, and somehow my mind drifts to her.
The way she smiled tonight, the way she hugged me, how we almost kissed. How she told me I could-
Wait.
How did she do that?
"Hey, Derek." I say softly, not caring if he's mad. He looks at me.
"Yes?"
I continue,
"Is there a way for Werewolves to communicate with humans?" Derek shoots up and his eyes become wide. He knows something.
"What? Why? Did it happen? Are you doing it with Grace? Did Scott do it? Stiles?" I take that as a yes. Though, I don't know why he's so jumpy about it. Instead of giving him what he wants and responding, I shrug and walk out, needing sometime alone.
Or some time alone watching her.
I know it's stalkerish, but now that Derek has talked about this Duecalion guy, there a bigger chance of her getting hurt.
Or maybe I shouldn't get close to her, because Duecalion could be watching me any second.
Every second.
I stop outside the doorway, thinking.
But my mind wanders. And I think of her again.
Her hands, her smell, her eyes.
And I want to do something soon, whether it's kiss her or ask her out again, or even just hug her.
Images of her flash in my mind and I know I must go see something related to her.
images of her smiling flashes.
Of her laughing.
They get quicker.
Of us kissing.
Of her hugging me.
Her looking up at me.
Quicker.
Her frowning.
Her scared.
Her crying.
Her screaming.
I run.
