Lahey || Teen Wolf

thirtyone

Scott: we need your help. locate my phone on yours and come to us.

I groaned as I pulled a sweatshirt on over my head. I always had to help, they could never do it on their own. I hurried down the stairs only to be stopped when I reached the door.

"Who's sweatshirt is that?" Dad asked.

I looked down and softly smiled, "It's Isaac's. He gave it to me a while ago."

"You going out?"

I nodded, pulling the front door open, "Scott and Isaac need my help."

•••••

"You guys are very hard to find." I groaned as I walked into the warehouse where everyone was.

Scott, Isaac, Argent, and Derek were all there. Well, so was Jackson, but he was still in the body bag.

"Well, where are they?" Scott asked Derek, ignoring my question.

Derek furrowed his eyebrows, "Who?"

"Peter and Lydia."

Derek didn't say a word. He just walked over and began unzipping the body bag.

"Hold up. You said you knew how to save him." Scott spoke.

"We're past that."

Scott's heart beat quickened, "What-What about-"

"Think about it, Scott!" Derek cut him off, "Gerard controls him now. He's turned Jackson into his own personal guard dog. He set all of this in motion so Jackson could get even bigger and even more powerful."

"No. No, he wouldn't do that." Argent blurted.

We all stared at him, confused on what he meant. He knew Gerard was evil.

"If Jackson's a dog... he's turning rabid. And my father wouldn't let a rabid dog live." he explained.

"Of course not!"

All of our heads turned to the entrance of the warehouse. There stood Gerard.

"Anything that dangerous, that out of control is better off dead."

Derek went to sink his claws into Jackson, only to have Jackson open his eyes and sink his claws into Derek. I gasped as Jackson lifted up the werewolf and tossed him across the warehouse. The once dead teenager was now standing up on his feet.

Very much alive.

"What the hell?" I whispered.

Gerard walked closer to us, "Well done to the last, Scott. Like the concerned friend you are, you brought Jackson to Derek to save him. You just didn't realize you were also bringing Derek to me."

The sound of an arrow shooting off caused Scott to duck. Only instead of their arrow hitting the wall behind him, it went right into Isaac's chest.

"Isaac!" I shrieked, running over to him.

Scott breathed out, "Allison?"

He then ran over and helped me drag Isaac away. We couldn't have him being injured and in harms way.

I waved Scott away, "You go fight, I'll help Isaac."