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1.31 𝖢𝖧𝖠𝖬𝖯𝖨𝖮𝖭𝖲𝖧𝖨𝖯𝖲

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The whistle blows and the game starts, the two wolves watching on as it goes horribly. Suddenly they're caught off guard by a terrible screeching noise.

"Attention all werewolves," Gerard lowers a dog whistle from his lips and turns to see if they're listening. "Good, you can hear me, then listen closely, because this game is about to get interesting."

The two share a wide-eyed glance and then look back to Gerard who chuckles seeing their panic.

"Let's put a real clock on this game, Scott. I'll give you until the last thirty seconds. When that scoreboard clock begins counting down from thirty, if you haven't given me Derek, then Jackson is gonna kill someone. So, you tell me, Scott-- who's gonna die tonight?" Gerard pauses, scanning the crowd. "Should it be your mother, who so bravely came out to support you? Or the Sheriff, your best friend's father? Or how about the pretty little one next to you, what do they call you? Olly? I mean you're technically supposed to be dead already."

Olive shivered, suddenly hating her nickname. She turned to Scott who was shaking his head and she nodded, getting his signal not to do anything yet.

"It's up to you, Scott. But, you are going to help me take Derek down... because if you don't, I'll have Jackson rip someone's head off right in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood," Scott tensed up and Olive sighed looking around for any member of her pack.

Gerard stops talking to them and they focus on the game, Olive goes over to help Coach settle down. They're losing and they're losing badly. Stiles was trying but you could tell he was nervous. Olive sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as they lose yet another goal to someone falling on their ass. She stops in her tracks, however, when she catches a very familiar scent. Her head whips to the bench where she sat with Scott, seeing Isaac sitting next to him, dressed in full lacrosse gear. The biggest grin broke out on her face as she walked almost trance-like over to him.

"You came to help," Scott says as she approaches.

"I came to win," His eyes meet Olly's as she approaches, and her breath quickens and he sighs. "Couldn't stay away."

"As much as I love this little reunion, we need a plan," Scott says from between them, still sitting on the bench. They break their gaze and look down at him, nodding and sitting on either side of him.

"So what have you got so far?" Isaac asks and Scott shrugs.

"Right now, it's pretty much just keep Jackson from killing anyone," Scott nods and they exchange a look.

"Well, that might be easier if you're actually in the game. We have to make it so Coach has no choice but to play you, but how?" Olive sighs, looking over to the bench and then back at Scott and Isaac.

"Leave that to me, princess," Isaac winks at her and stands up, putting his helmet on and getting ready to go onto the field.

"Wait, Isaac," She stops him and he turns back to her, removing his helmet again. "Can you do it without hospitalizing any of my players?"

Isaac thinks for a minute and rolls his eyes. "I'll try. For you."

Olive grins, reaching up and kissing him on the cheek before sending him out onto the field. One by one Isaac flipped and threw his own teammates around, causing Coach to empty the bench.

"Lahey! What the hell are you doing?" Coach asks and Isaac just turns to him, shrugging dramatically and heading back onto the field. One more to go. All he had to get was one more-

All of a sudden Isaac gets tackled by none other than Jackson. Olive's eyes widen as she abandons her playbook on the bench and runs out onto the field.

"Are you okay? Is it broken?" She asks frantically and Isaac shakes his head, laughing lightly.

"No, no I'm good, I think Jackson nicked me though, I can feel it spreading," Isaac swallowed hard and Olive nodded, turning to Scott and then to Jackson whose claws were out.

"We gotta get you out of here, come on," She loops one of his arms around her shoulders and Scott is with them in an instant, doing the same with Isaac's other arm. They dragged him to the locker room, leaving him on the floor.

"I'll be right back, don't move," Olive said, and Isaac looked at her with an unimpressed grin. "Sorry, I couldn't resist."

Scott and Olly return to the field to see the clock reaching its end and that while they were gone, they'd jumped into the lead and won. People were holding Stiles up, chanting his name, and for a second they forgot about their problems, grinning at each other. Then she felt it. Something she's only ever felt once. She turned to Scott and her face was filled with panic.

"What? What is it?"

"Isaac."

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