Dark of the moon

Alpha Pact - 2

Isabelle tried to drink the warm noodle soup Cora had prepared in the kitchen. She hadn't eaten anything since what Jennifer made to poison her. She was hungry. There was a knock at the loft door, Peter sighed, wondering who it could have been this time. Peter opened the door, frowning at the man who stood there. At least till he saw the FBI badge hanging from his neck. Isabelles eyes wandered to the front door, her eyes widened when she saw the man. Rafael McCall, Scotts father. Isabelle chokes on the soup, she hadn't seen him since he and Melissa divorced. Cora frowned at her sudden outburst and so did Peter and Derek. Nathan was starting to, he wasn't exactly wondering why the McCall agent was here, more worried about what he was going to ask and assume.

"Who the hell are you?" Peter asked the agent, not caring if he was a federal officer. Rafael stood tall like the FBI agent he was. "Special Agent McCall." Peter rolled his eyes, pointing at his ID. "Yeah I can see that."

Rafael rolled back his shoulders, "You must be Peter." Peter this time smiled, "I see I have a reputation."

Nathan got up and joined them before Peter made a scene. "Rafael." Rafael was somewhat pleased to see a familiar face. He shook his hand, "Nathan."

Nathan stepped back, next to his brother in law and crossed his arms at Rafael. "What are you doing here?" He asked, "How did you even find us?" Rafael ignored his last question and answered the first one. "Where is Andrea?"

"Uh not here." Peter answered. Rafael looked at Nathan. "Nathan, when was the last time you saw Andrea?"

Peter cursed, so that was why the FBI agent was there. "Not since last night at the school memorial." Rafael nodded. "Why where is she?"

Rafael didn't seem to believe his story. "Her car is still at the school." Peter decided to feign worry, it wasn't much of a stretch he was already silently worrying over his sister's state.

Isabelle glared at Rafael, wishing she had the strength to kick him out of the loft. "Why are you staring at him like you want to kill him?" Cora asked her cousin. Derek heard a low growl escape her, "Don't be ridiculous. I'd never kill my friend's father." Derek's eyes went wide and then went to the door, at the FBI agent, Peter and Nathan talking about Andreas' disappearance alongside Stilinskis and Melissa. "That's Scott's father?"

Isabelle nodded, taking the soup. "Yup." She had to drink as much of the soup as she could, Isabelle had a gut feeling she would start to feel sick in just a bit. She could feel whatever Deaton gave her begin to wear off. Rafael peered behind Nathan and Peter to look inside the loft, scarce furniture, a table big enough for the family, two nightstands, a couch, a bed, one very sick looking Isabelle Hale on the bed with another girl around her age and Andreas' nephew.

Rafael pointed at Isabelle. He had been at the hospital earlier, Isabelle's name had popped up on the list of names he had asked from the hospital, she had been the only admitted patient at Beacon Memorial that hadn't been taken to another hospital. Strange considering how horrible the doctors notes and puzzling her condition was. "How is Isabelle?" Peter and Nathan blocked Rafael's line of sight to her. "Getting better." Rafael might not be a werewolf, but he could smell a lie.

"Right," Rafael dug into his pocket and pulled out his card with his information. "If you hear anything, give me a call." He hands it to Nathan but Peter snatched it out of his hands. "Will do."

The men practically pushed Rafael out of the loft and slammed the door shut, "Thank god I thought he was never going to leave." Peter muttered as he ripped apart the business card. They knew they wouldn't need it. Isabelle suddenly felt her stomach turn, oh no, she thought as she shoved the soup into Coras hands and grabbed the bucket they had set aside just in case. Isabelle threw up her food and more black blood. Everyone rushed to her side, Cora held her hair up, Peter called Deaton, Derek paced and Nathan got some medicine for her. Isabelle fell back into the bed exhausted, this was never ending anytime soon.