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Isaac Lahey Imagines (and maybe some Daniel Sharman)
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A/N: Imagine follows Teen Wolf's season 3 episode 2: Chaos Rising (the first part anyway), hope this one's something you guys would enjoy ... Again, hopefully I can retrieve every single file I that got lost so I could post more imagines, so please be patient with me because I have a long list of drafts already lined up with the imagines.
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"You know, I'm starting to not like this idea."
Isaac continued to pace in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the loft, his heart beating faster than it should because of his nervousness. His lean but muscular built showed just how tense he was as the afternoon sun shone through the glass window.
"It sounds kinda dangerous."
"You're giving me a headache," you spoke up, groaning as you rubbed your temples with three of your middle fingers of each hand before leaning back on the almost worn out sofa. You were nervous too about this plan because you weren't as sure as Derek that it would work-seeing that your trust, as well as Isaac's, was now leaning towards Scott, Derek was iffy for you.
The werewolf only ignored you.
"You know I definitely don't like this idea." Isaac continued to mumble, more to himself that to the occupants of the room. "I don't like him."
You groaned again, while Derek just rolled his eyes.
"You'll be fine." The alpha reassured his beta.
After a few seconds of silence, which you were thankful for, Isaac spoke yet again.
"Does it have to be him?" he questioned.
"Oh, my god stop. Please," you mumbled, sighing in frustration as you now positioned yourself more comfortably on the sofa with both legs now resting on the soft cushion.
"He knows how to do it, I don't." Derek answered, but not catching the werewolf look towards you.
"She doesn't know either," he added. "It would be more dangerous if I would do it myself-the same goes for Y/N."
