"RUN, ISAAC." I scream, hoping for once, that he would listen to me.
He didn't move.
"I said, run! Before I have to kill you, Lahey!" I clutched the gun to my heart, my voice involutarily laced with desperation.
"No. I'm not leaving you. Not again, Jay." He grabbed my wrist, allowing the gun to fall with a clash.
Suddenly, another gun loaded, causing both of our heads to turn to the entrance of the burnt-down Hale Mansion.
Derek Hale stood, in the flesh, at the broken, blackened door.
"What now?" I whispered, unsure of Isaacs' plan.
"Now? We run."
