Monster in Me | Teen Wolf [Book 2]

Chaos Raising

Scar stood leaning against the wall in Derek's loft watching as a nervous Isaac paced the room. Derek sat patiently at a work table, also watching the nervous teenager.  "I'm starting to not like this idea. It sounds dangerous. I definitely don't like it. And I definitely don't like him." Isaac states.

Scar bites her lip as Derek tries to reassure his Beta, "You'll be fine."

"Why does it have to be him?"

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

"You know Scott and Scarlett don't trust him." Scarlett nods in agreement with Isaac's statement, "And personally, I trust them."

"Do you trust me?"

"Yeah." He answers without hesitation, "But I still don't like him."

"No one likes him."

"Ain't that the truth." Scarlett speaks up for the first time since the conversation started. She makes her way over to Isaac to try and comfort him a little more as the steel door of Derek's loft opens revealing Peter.

"Boys, Scarlett. Just an FYI. Yes, coming back from the dead left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing? Still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is you're feeling straight to my face." He says.

"You're an ass." Scarlett states.
At the same time Derek says, "We don't like you." He briefly looks at the teen then continues, "Now shut up and help us."

"Fair enough." Peter says, pulling his lips into a thin line.

Peter snaps his hand open to reveal his claws. Scar gives Isaac a quick kiss on the cheek and squeezes his hand, "You'll be alright."

He nods and sits in a chair, nervously gripping the arm rests. He flinches as Peter gently touches his neck with his claws. "Relax. I'll get more out of you if you're calm."

Isaac's eyes connect with Scarlett's,  she nods as confidently as she can to try and reassure him that everything will be fine. He takes a deep breath, relaxing. Derek and Scar look on as Peter readjusts his claws, trying to find the right placement.

"How do you know how to do this?" Isaac asks.

"It's an old ritual. Used mostly by Alphas since it's a skill that requires quite a bit of practice. One little slip and you could paralyze someone. Or kill them."

"Have you had a lot of practice?"

"I never paralyzed anyone." Peter simply states.

"Wait does that mean-" Isaac's sentence is cut off as Peter jams his claws in his neck. Scarlett's eyes widen slightly but she stays still, heart beating rapidly as she watches both werewolves eyes light up.

Isaac jerks up in his chair, Derek moves forward to intervene but Peter's voice stops him, "Wait. I see them." A few moments later, Peter yanks his hand free of Isaac's neck, staggering back and breathless. Scarlett rushes to Isaac as he starts to dip forward as if he was going to pass out. She gently pushes him back in the seat and grabs his face, pushing his hair off his forehead. 

Derek glances at Isaac to make sure he's alright before he addresses his uncle, "What did you see?"

"Not much. It was confusing. Vague images, phrases-"

"But you saw something." Derek interrupts.

Peter nods, "Isaac found them."

"Erica and Boyd?"

"I barely saw them. Just glimpses."

"But you saw them?" Derek questions.

Peter nods once more, his clawed hand squeezing into a fist, "And worse."