Daddy Hale ||

Chapter 15

A/N: so I added this to the Watty Awards 2016 and even though you already do it, so trotted to vote, comment and all that and thank you all for the support! Enjoy!

"She's dying isn't she?" Isaac asked, glancing at the unconscious figure of Cora Hale.

"I don't know,"

"What are you going to do?"

"I don't know,"

Isaac groaned in frustration and pulled on his hair, "Want to figure something out? Because while Scott and Stiles were out there trying to help people from being killed, you were in here, rolling around the sheets with the actual killer. Do you get how many people she's killed?" Isaac let out another groan, eyes flashing. "Erica and Boyd are dead, Cora is dying, Delilah was taken by her, and you are doing nothing! Why'd you do this to us, Derek? Was it all about the power? Were you bored? Were you lonely? Did you even care about Delilah?"

Derek have a warning growl, his daughter meant the world to him. How fucking DARE Isaac say that?!

"Learn your place or I'll have to show you. I promised Cora I wouldn't leave. I'll help the others when I figure out how to help her,"

"Delilah has no time! The full moon's coming. The sheriff and Melissa and haha probably Delilah are gonna be dead, so I'm gonna try and help them. You can sit here and perfect the art of doing nothing," Isaac slammed the loft door shut and Derek ducked his head knowing he was right.

"I wouldn't take it personally. Anger is just a tool. He is using it to excuse shifting allegiance from one Alpha to another. From Scott to you," Peter explained, crossing his arms. "Along with the loss of Lilah, I'm surprised he didn't attack you,"

"Scotts not an alpha yet," Derek avoided the mention of his daughter and brushed hair away from Cora's face.

"But he's well on his way, isn't he?"

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Delilah was whining tiredly in her sleep. Her body ached as Jennifer played rough with her for a bit. A few bruises never stopped her. A broken wrist might put a damper on things. It didn't hurt, it was healing. Very very slowly but...healing.

She wanted her daddy. And Isaac. And Scottie and Stiles and Peter. She wanted her family back. Stupid tall lady, messing with her baby skills. Lila huffed and looked around. Her arms were now tied a over her head, her wrist painfully dangling. The Sheriff and Melissa were quietly talking a few feet away. Delilah couldn't hear them but the tone of voices were obviously worried.

Delilah felt a harsh pain run through her skull and cried out, curling in on herself. A faint image of Argent, Stiles and Allison appeared and Delilah whimpered louder. Melissa and the Sheriff were shouting at her but everything was a buzz.

"Whoa," Stiles muttered in slight surprise. "I thought you guys were retired?"

"Retired, yes. Defenseless, no. Make sure your phone is on. If you hear from Scott, you let us know immediately," Argent explained loading more of his guns as Allison loaded her crossbow.

"Yeah I'm thinking that's going to be highly unlikely,"

"Both of you try to remember that he's just doing what he thinks is right,"

Allison and Stiles shared a glance and sighed. They couldn't help but feel slightly abandoned by there Alpha. He may not be in body but Scott was their protector, their rock and now he was gone. It hurt and made things more complicated. The sound of a lock breaking and falling to the floor made the three look at the blonde lanky teen in the doorway.