The McCall Pack; A Teen Wolf Fanfiction

Chaos Rising

Y/n's POV

"Isaac, would you stop pacing and come sit down?" I request. "You're making me anxious, and I'm not even the one going through with this plan."

"You know, I'm starting not to like this idea. It sounds kinda dangerous," Isaac commented. "You know what? I definitely don't like this idea, and I definitely don't like him." 

"You'll be fine," Derek assured him. 

"Does it have to be him?" Isaac asked. 

"He knows how to do it. I don't. It'd be more dangerous if I tried doing it myself," Derek put forth. 

Isaac huffed. "I still don't like him."

"Nobody likes him," Derek corrected as the door to Derek's loft opened.

"Everyone," Peter started and walked towards the three of us. "F.Y.I., yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face." 

"We don't like you. Now shut up and help us," Derek demanded. 

"Fair enough," Peter said and pulled a chair over for Isaac to sit on. "Now, I need you to relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm."

"That's why I'm here," I claim and take Isaac's hand in mine. "Just focus on me, okay?"

"You guys are cute. Really. But I can smell the arousal between you guys, and it's disgusting. Honestly, Isaac, you should just take her right here and now," Peter instructed. "I mean, seriously. Derek and I can leave if you guys need the space."

"Dude, really? You're disgusting," I gag and sneer at him. "We're not even together. Now shut up and get to work. The quicker this is over the quicker you can get out of here."

"How do you know how to do this, again?" Isaac questioned. 

"It's an ancient ritual used mostly by alphas, since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One slip, and you could paralyze someone. Or kill them," Peter mentioned. 

"Y-You've had a lot of p-practice, though, right?" Isaac stuttered. 

"Well, I've never paralyzed anyone," Peter spoke.

"Wait, does that mean that you've-" Isaac was cut off as Peter stuck his nails in the back of his neck, and his grip on my hand tightened. Isaac's eyes glowed bright yellow, and he began to struggle in his chair.

"Hey, you're hurting him," I tell Peter. "Stop it!"

"I see them," Peter declared and pulled away from Isaac, who slumped forward in his chair.

"Hey," I greet softly and kneel in front of my boyfriend. "Are you okay?"

"I'm fine," Isaac replied and rubbed at the back of his neck.

"What'd you see?" Derek implored. 

"It was confusing. Um, there were images. Vague shapes," Peter clarified. "But Isaac found them. I barely saw them. Erica and Boyd, I mean. There was someone worse though." 

"Deucalion," Derek guessed. 

Peter nodded. "He was talking to them. Something about time running out." 

"What does that mean? Is he gonna kill them?" Isaac quizzed.

"No, no, no, no," Peter muttered. "He didn't say that. He did make them a promise that by the full moon that they'd both be dead." 

"The next full moon? Derek, that's tomorrow night," I alert him.

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