shape shifted
"You really don't remember anything?"
"They called it a fugue state, which is basically a way of saying, "we have no idea why you can't remember running through the woods naked for two days" But personally, I don't care. I lost nine pounds." Lydia beamed as she gestured towards her figure that she'd chosen to show off with a tight plum-colored dress for her first day back since she went missing. It had only been two days since Stiles and his dad had found her wandering out of the woods, still completely naked and dithering from the coldest night of the year so far. Both Kinsey and Allison objected to the idea of her returning to school so soon, especially after their experience with people in the past few days, if everyone had something to say about them and Kate they were bound to have something to say about Lydia and how she'd decided to run around naked for forty-eight hours.
"Are you ready for this?" Kinsey asked as the three of them stopped outside of the school doors even if Lydia had a moment of doubt the two Argents were prepared to spin her back around, get in the car and take her home where she really should be right now with both her state of mind and the yet to heal bite on her side. Nobody had actually explained to her yet what that bite on her side meant for her, but then none of them quite knew either, she certainly wasn't a werewolf. But they didn't know what else she could be.
"Please. It's not like I'm related to a serial killer." Lydia deadpanned before strutting into the school leaving both Allison and Kinsey still stood outside, looking at one another completely stunned. Not just for the fact that their redhead best friend had been so abrupt in her words but the fact even she, a girl who'd been missing for two days, knew about what Kate had done.
The two girls shook her comment off as they followed her into the school where the entire hallway had frozen to take a look at the redhead. An odd whisper would escape the otherwise standstill crowd, what hadn't helped her situation was the two she'd walked in with. Lydia couldn't have chosen two worse girls to stand beside on her first day back, now all three of them would be the talk of not only the high school but the entire town. Kinsey and Allison both looked to see Lydia was completely stunned, her eyes wide with terror as she scanned all the faces looking back at her, some she recognized as people in her classes or just in sophomore year. But her humiliation wasn't just open to sophomores, it was open to every single grade that this school had, it didn't matter if they were a freshman or a senior, they were staring at the three girls who were the topic of almost every conversation that had happened the past week.
"Maybe it's the nine pounds," Allison suggested as she whispered to the redhead.
"They're just admiring," Kinsey added to boost her confidence a little more. Lydia nodded in agreement as she took a deep breath, with a flick of her hair she was strutting down the hallway barging through those who had stared at her while the two Argents followed with a bright smile. Kinsey walked the two to their class, warning Allison once again to look after their best friend before she headed to the field to watch the lacrosse practice for her free period, rather than staying at home in bed like most people whose first class was a free period Kinsey had refused not to walk Lydia to class, she knew there was a chance she'd want to turn around and go home once she'd seen those stares but she should have also known Lydia was too strong to let those stares scare her away from anything. Lydia was a lot stronger than that. Stronger than her. When she arrived at the field Scott and Stiles were already on the bench waiting for the practice to begin, both of them seemingly in a serious conversation as she skipped over, squeezing herself in between the two boys as she wrapped her arms around their shoulders. "What's going on?"
"Scott thinks there's another werewolf, one on the team." Stiles deadpanned.
"On the team?" Kinsey asked as she scanned the field looking for who would be her first suspect, but the only people that stood out to her was Jackson who'd been keeping his distance since he'd gotten the bite that he wanted and the boy sat beside him, the boy with the camera, the boy who she'd asked to the formal. That was all she could know him as since she still didn't know what his name was, and after he'd been using the camera that she complimented against her she wasn't sure that she wanted to know who he was. But if he was the other werewolf she had no choice but to know more about him, even if he did slightly creep her out since yesterday.
"What if you could get him one-on-one? Would that help?" Stiles asked, the wolf had barely nodded in agreement before Stiles was running off to fulfill the idea he told them that he had. The words "I've got an idea" never settled well with Kinsey and Scott when it had come from Stiles's mouth, that was why both of them looked at one another with a concerned look. The two of them turned to look on the field trying to figure out who the werewolf could be, everyone out there seemed normal enough to not be a werewolf. But then Scott seemed normal enough too. Apart from full moons, but that was something they chose to put behind them all. When Stiles had come back he had a large goalie's stick in hand as well as Danny's gloves which incited a bad feeling in Kinsey's gut immediately. She could already tell where this plan was heading and it was not in a good direction. "I told Coach you're switching with Danny for the day."
"But I hate playing goal." Scott shook his head.
"Remember when I said I had an idea? This is the idea."
"Oh." Scott nodded with a smile on his face but neither Kinsey nor Stiles were convinced that he was on the same page as the two of them. "What's the idea?"
Kinsey and Stiles released the same groan as they put their heads in their hands. Both of them questioned how they managed to stay patient with Scott at times, as well as how he never ceased to amaze them. As much as they loved him they couldn't deny the fact he had his moments of being slightly slow, maybe he had inherited the typical blonde personality that Kinsey had failed to receive from her mother's side. Allison seemed to have missed that gene too.
"I seriously don't understand how you survive without us sometimes." Kinsey shook her head before she placed a hand on his shoulder to make sure he listened through the run-through of the plan that Stiles had created. A strange plan. But a plan at that. Scott would have to tackle each and every player that made a pass at him so he had the perfect opportunity to sniff them out and identify the hidden werewolf. It may have a chance of breaking a few bones in the process but it seemed as though the most feasible plan any of them could come up with during this short amount of time before Coach initiated the practice. She had barely finished her explanation before Coach was calling everyone onto the field to give their best shot.
The team lined up while Scott and another player took their places in the goal and as the defender, and within seconds of Coach blowing his whistle, Scott had run out of his place to tackle the player who was preparing to throw his shot before the defender could even react. Kinsey cringed as she watched the two of them hit the floor where Scott took his opportunity to sniff the player assessing whether he was the werewolf, the three of them weren't expecting that the first person to be tackled to the floor by Scott would be their werewolf and they were right in thinking so. Instead, they'd have to continue watching the disaster until Scott found the right wolf which also meant listening to Coach explaining what a goalie was a million times over.
Next to take their shot was the boy that Kinsey didn't know the name of, but the one whose face she recognized easily after the few awkward interactions they'd had over the past week. He seemed confident to face Scott after the wolf had been told off, but underestimating Scott's perseverance was a big mistake. He had barely moved a step forward from his place before the wolf began running from his place once again to tackle the boy who'd met a much harsher fate than the previous one as he ended up in a backflip. As soon as he had hit the ground Scott gave him a quick sniff before returning to his position while Kinsey and Stiles shook their heads at one another questioning their own sanity for making him do this. There was no possible way to sniff out a person and make it look like a casual exchange.
The process continued with every other player, their fall to the ground becoming harsher every time and Coach becoming more annoyed with his co-captain with every step further he took from his position in the goal. Eventually, Coach had given up asking Scott what was wrong with him and opted for asking the next best person who would know- Stiles. Kinsey could only imagine what excuse that he may use to defend Scott. She imagined something along the lines of "He's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward and that if you actually looked at Scott close enough you'd notice the fact that his jawline is kind of uneven. Her last assumption was almost confirmed when she watched Coach tilt his head to analyze Scott making her believe that he was assessing whether the fact about Scott's jawline was true. None of them had noticed until Lydia had pointed it out during their time hanging out with one another, since then it was a detail that none of them could ignore ever again. Even Scott himself couldn't avoid analyzing his jawline.
Danny was next in line and was the first to give the wolf a bit of competition as he charged at Scott with an equal amount of vigor. Both of them dropped to the floor with a harsh grunt and their arms wrapped around one another from the tackle until Scott took his chance to sniff him out. Kinsey doubted that Scott would be able to sense if Danny was a werewolf through the amount of Armarni aftershave he caked himself in on a daily basis, even she could smell when he was in the near vicinity of her before she was able to actually see him. But it could have been worse, he could have smelt like Greenberg. A mix of sweat and the stale stench of desperation.
"McCall!" Coach shouted louder than ever. "If you come out of that goal one more time you'll be doing suicide runs until you die. It'll be the first-ever suicide run that actually ends in a suicide."
A fearful Jackson passed up his chance to go against Scott as he opted for sitting on the bench leaving a minimal amount of people left for Scott to sniff out. Next was Isaac followed by Stiles. Kinsey narrowed her eyes as she stared at the people left in the line, Lahey specifically, whether it was the undeniable attraction she had for him that caused her staring or something else. But if Scott or Stiles asked she would opt for telling them something else. The last thing she needed was either of them getting protective over her because she found someone in their grade attractive. That would be more painful than death itself. It took a few more seconds of Kinsey staring at Isaac before it clicked for her, that it was a complete possibility that he could be the other werewolf. When she had found him in the graveyard with Derek she'd stood aside and watched as the two had a private conversation that she was unable to hear, all she could see was the shocked look on Isaac's face. That must have been the moment where Derek had offered him the bite. When he'd confronted Isaac about how he'd actually received that black eye and how he could fight against it. As a werewolf. Kinsey had never stood up as quickly as she had when she realized that Isaac was the werewolf they were searching for, she didn't know how she hadn't come to the conclusion sooner. She desperately tried to get either of the boy's attention as she waved her hands in the air like a maniac. Everyone was already giving her weird looks at school, acting as if she had lost her mind wasn't going to draw too much attention from those around her. Her arms dropped to her side as she watched Isaac's shoulders move up and down quickly as if he were trying to contain his anger through heavy breathing, and she could see the concern through Stiles's headgear as he looked at the boy in front of him. Stiles looked at Kinsey with that look still across his face, all she had to do was a nod to confirm that she had come to the same conclusion as he had and it didn't take much longer for Scott to come to the same conclusion. He could tell through the piercing look that Isaac was giving him from across the field that something wasn't right with the boy he had known almost his entire life. He could smell Kinsey's anxiousness from across the field.
As Coach blew the whistle Kinsey began nervously biting on her knuckles knowing that this would be the moment that Scott could confirm whether her mind was telling her the truth. Isaac and Scott ran at each other with more force than possible for an average human, running at speeds that would kill any other players on the team, but not two werewolves. Especially not on the day of a full moon. As the two swung their arms to tackle one another both landed on the ground but not in pain like everyone else. Both were on their knees staring the other down.
Her stare turned from the two werewolves in the middle of the field to the three deputies that made their way towards them on the field, Sheriff Stilinski included in those people. It was clear who they were heading for. Their eyes remained on Isaac the entire time they walked across the field. After a brief conversation with Coach, Noah had called over the boy while the rest of the team retreated back to the bench giving Kinsey and Stiles a chance to find out what was being said from Scott and his supernatural hearing. All of them were eager to see why Sheriff Stilinski had taken him aside and why he had the most serious face any of them had ever seen him wearing.
"His father's dead. They think he was murdered." Scott deadpanned in a slight whisper. He looked at his two best friends with a concerned look, all of them were asking themselves the same question. Had Isaac been the one to kill his own father? "Kinsey," Scott mumbled as he nudged her in her side causing her to look up just as Sheriff Stilinski made his way towards them, the two deputies who had accompanied him already placing Isaac in handcuffs. Scott had heard Sheriff Stilinski mention the girl's name, but he wasn't sure what involvement she had in all of this. As far as he knew Kinsey and Isaac had never spoken before, let alone committed a murder together. And Kinsey herself was unsure of what involvement she had in all of this.
"What's going on?" Stiles asked as he looked at the two of them.
Sheriff Stilisnki sighed as he reached the three teenagers, removing his sunglasses to say a sentence he never thought he'd need to say. An accusation he thought he'd never have to make. "Kinsey. I need you to come with me."
"Dad, you can't be serious?" Stiles shouted at the man defensively.
"It's out of my hands, Stiles." He shook his head as he placed the hand behind the girl's back prepared to guide her towards the cop car she'd be sharing with the other murder suspect. She had known better than to try and resist her wrongful arrest. She'd have time to clear her name later. At least stuck in a cell with Isaac she would have the chance to question him on why he had taken the bite and if he actually was guilty unlike her, but she had a feeling he wasn't.
"Your the sheriff of course it's in your hands!"
"Stiles. It's okay. I'll be fine." Kinsey reassured him with a faint smile as she and the Sheriff began walking away leaving the two boys behind and stunned questioning how they were going to get her out of a murder investigation that they were sure she had no involvement in, they may not have been with her the night that Coach Lahey was apparently killed, but they were sure she wouldn't have been out killing a man she'd never met. They don't know how she'd gotten herself into this situation nor how they would get her out of it. As well as their new problem of Isaac Lahey. Kinsey kept her head down as she walked across the field, feeling the glares of her peers was more than enough torture, she didn't need to see it too.
"Are they saying they're suspects?" Stiles questioned the wolf beside him as he watched his father's mouth move indicating that he was giving Kinsey some kind of explanation as he guided her towards the cruisers.
"I'm not sure, why?" Scott asked with a furrowed brow.
"Because they can lock them in a holding cell for 24 hours."
"Like, overnight?"
"During the full moon."
Scott sighed knowing what this meant for all of them. Kinsey and Isaac included. "How good are those cells at holding people?" He asked though he didn't truly want the honest answer.
"People? Good. Werewolves? Probably not so good." Stiles shook his head.
"Stiles, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?"
"Yeah?"
"He does." The wolf deadpanned as Kinsey and Isaac took a final glance at the two stood watching them, the only two people who could find a way to get them out of this situation before it was too late. After seeing the nervous expression across Scott and Stiles's faces from the distance Kinsey and Isaac looked at one another with their own nervous expressions knowing their hopes were less than high. She was sure he could smell her nerves as she walked beside him with Noah's arm still across her back guiding her, she had it a lot more gentle than Isaac whose arm was in the tight grips of one of the other deputies that were escorting them.
Kinsey sat nervously behind the Sheriff in his cruiser, he'd promised her an explanation once they got into the cruiser but she was yet to receive it. But she knew he'd come through, after arresting two teenagers, one who he'd probably known since they were a child, for a murder she understood that it might take him a little time to gather his thoughts and give her an explanation as to why she'd been arrested for the murder of a man she'd never even heard about. She'd only met Isaac himself the night before his father was killed, the only person who could provide her with an alibi was Allison and she didn't know how long she'd be locked in a holding cell with the newly bitten wolf before she was able to explain that to them.
·❥·
Kinsey sat across from Isaac in the holding cell, both of their movements limited from the handcuffs connecting them to the cold brick wall behind them. It had been a quiet few hours, at least that was how long she had guessed it had been. There was no time in a holding cell. Just silence and complete, utter boredom. And when sharing a holding cell with Isaac, slight sexual tension that she was trying her best to ignore but she could tell by the looks that he kept providing her he could probably smell the hormones radiating from her. She couldn't help it, he had been one of the few boys she had found attractive in her sixteen years. Kinsey wasn't sure what made her feel like this, or why it had been so abrupt from the moment they spoke in the graveyard. Whatever it was, she didn't like it. This butterfly feeling in her stomach every time he looked her way, how she could smell his aftershave across the room, everything about this she didn't enjoy. Was this how all people felt when they found someone attractive? Was she delusional? Is this the way Allison and Scott feel around each other? It's a disturbing feeling. At least for someone who wasn't familiar with it anyway. Of course, there had been instances when she had seen actors in movies and felt a sexual attraction to them- but they were just people on a screen who she'd never have to meet nor confront the feelings that their appearance brought to them. But Isaac was right in front of her and could smell out those feelings.
So as she continued to twiddle with her thumbs she thought back to what Allison had told her about its sapphire when she'd looked into the whole crystal thing, how it was supposed to calm nerves and provide protection, both of which she needed now more than ever. She was aware of what could happen tonight, in just a few hours the moon would begin to rise and Isaac would be in his first-ever transition, he would feel the bloodlust of a wolf, and would be confined in a room with just her. She'd be the first person that Isaac would lay eyes on in his wolf form which almost guaranteed that she would be his first victim of the night along with everyone else he set his eyes on during the full moon.
With the limited conversation between the two Kinsey hadn't been able to ask the question that had been plaguing her mind, she knew about her own innocent, but she questioned Isaac's. If his father had been the one to give him the black eye it wouldn't have come as much of a surprise if he'd wanted revenge, if he had gone to kill his father as soon as he was strong enough to fight back against the man. And she wouldn't have blamed him either. Unlike her mother who had killed people out of spite, because of some "code" that her family lived by, Isaac would have done it as his only escape from a man who'd cause him pain and strife. If she would have had the chance to escape from the pain and strife of knowing what her mother had done, she would've taken that opportunity too. Maybe she wouldn't have murdered the woman, but escaping was an opportunity she wouldn't have passed up on.
"You don't usually wear dresses," Isaac spoke up, breaking the silence for the first time as his eyes scanned me up and down making those butterflies in her stomach flutter even more. Kinsey shifted in her seat, pulling her dress down a little lower as she did so. Why today of all days did Lydia have to declare that she needed to wear a dress? The only reason that Kinsey had done it was to make the redhead feel better after the awful day that was bound to be ahead of her, but it turned out she was the one with the bad day. Kinsey chose not to acknowledge Isaac's comment as her eyes looked everywhere around the holding cell apart from him, but his stare burnt into her making it a harder task than imaginable. "It looks good. It suits you."
Kinsey turned her eyes back to him as she narrowed them, thinking of something to say but for once she found herself speechless, unable to make a witty comeback. She couldn't even find it in her to ask the question she's wanted to ask. "And you don't actually play lacrosse which I'm guessing is why you tried out for the team today. To cover up the lie." She spoke with folded arms deciding to change the topic from her attire to him, hoping that it would give her enough time to rebuild the confidence she needed to ask him the question.
"This enhanced speed's got to count for something, right?" He joked, but she was unamused by his comment. Her suspicion had been as payback against his father, to fight against the man that she'd assumed had given him the black eyes, but his words had made her rethink that. Had he just taken it to claim some popularity? To make a title for himself by working his way up through the team like Scott had managed to do? She knew that she was annoyed by this for the simple fact that her best friends had failed to be given a choice on being given the bite. It was ripped from them by Peter. She couldn't help but wonder if he had taken it in the spur of the moment, that maybe Derek had held back the real details of what came with the bite. The full moon. The lack of control. The bloodlust. Or had he just been foolish enough to want it that bad that the consequences were simply a passing thought that he would face when it came to it?
"Is that why you took it? For some speed? I'm pretty sure they make drugs for that."
"Do you think I'm that stupid?"
"Meh." She shrugged. "The male mind is one thing I don't think I'll ever be able to understand."
Isaac laughed slightly, making the girl's confidence front quickly falter as she shifted in her uncomfortable, cold, metal seat again. "So you wouldn't take it if you had the choice?"
The brunette shook her head. Maybe she was unsure when Peter had asked her, even if she had given her answer so quickly to him, but this time when she was asked she was sure about her answer. She didn't want to be anything like that. With the bite came the possibility that she'd become like Peter, it wasn't the bite that made him a monster, but it certainly didn't help with all the power that he had. If refusing the bite ensured that she would never become like him she'd make sure she'd always say no to it. Even if it could save her life, she would never want that.
"No." She answered confidently.
"Why?"
Kinsey wasn't going to give him the reasons that she had listed in her mind. She wasn't going to reveal that the reason she wouldn't take it was so she wouldn't end up like Peter Hale, she didn't want anyone knowing that she lived with that fear. So instead she gave him the first answer that seemed viable. One she had a feeling he would be able to believe.
"A werewolf killed my mother." She deadpanned. "My mother may have been a murderer, she may have done things I wish she never had but she didn't deserve to die the way she did. And I'm sure if you were given the chance to save your dad, you would have."
Isaac struggled to find a comeback straight away, he was more so focused on other questions than whether he would have actually helped his dad if he had been given the chance to. He was more focused on how she seemed to know the relationship between himself and his father, he thought it was a lot more concealed than that. He hadn't even implied it. His second thought had been how she felt remorse for the man she called her mother after what he had done. It took a while for him to think of something to say, Kinsey had been waiting patiently with folded arms knowing that it would come eventually. Whether he would choose to ignore what she said and change the subject or if he would question why she felt that way she didn't know. But after a little more waiting she found out it was neither of those. "How did you know?"
"I was just guessing. But now I know I was right."
The silence returned in the holding cell after that. Both felt content with the answers they had gotten from one another, though Kinsey hadn't explicitly asked Isaac if he'd killed his father the mere fact that he was considering whether he would have saved him was enough to know he hadn't done it. Now the uncomfortable silence was slightly more comfortable, their mutual understanding of each other's views made it easier to sit opposite one another without having to question what they were thinking. Hopefully, the lack of discomfort would allow the time between now and being broken out of here to travel quicker than it had before their somewhat open conversation. There was just a small window just outside of the holding cell that allowed the two teenagers to see the outside through the bars, watching as it became darker outside and the full moon neared closer. Both were aware of what would happen to Isaac when the full moon rose but Kinsey was more curious as to how the moon would affect Lydia. With that same question in her head. If not a werewolf, then what? If she were in fact a werewolf, why didn't she heal like everyone else? Questions that nobody knew the answer to right now or possibly not in the near future either. That was certainly irritating.
Isaac watched as Kinsey became more agitated, it was becoming closer to the full moon than either was comfortable with. He hadn't planned on mauling a girl to death on the night of his first transition, or ever for that matter. She could see the weariness in her eyes as she glanced up at him waiting to see a pair of golden glowing eyes or sharp canines that were ready to tear apart her flesh. Both had hoped they would have been out of here right now, or at least one of them would be out so that there was a chance of survival. But their hope was slim.
He cleared his throat indicating that he was going to break the silence again, this time Kinsey looked up ready to participate in the conversation. Anything would distract her from the thought of how she was going to die tonight. "Do you hate her? Your mom, I mean." She would have preferred if the conversation hadn't been about her deceased mother again but as said, she was willing to talk about anything if it distracted her from the intrusive thoughts outlining her death.
"No." Kinsey shook her head, swallowing back the tears. "I wish I did. I really do. But no matter how much I tried I just couldn't bring myself to hate him. I don't think I truly hate anyone. Not even Jackson. It's like I'm physically incapable of feeling hate towards people."
"How can you not hate her? From what I've heard she wasn't the nicest woman. Derek filled me in on a few things, you being one of them. Didn't she always lie to you?"
Kinsey opened her mouth to answer his question but was interrupted with the jingling of keys that made them both anxious, wondering whether it had come to their time where one of them had managed to get out of here just in time. A deputy came to the cell door, unlocking it carefully as he looked at the girl with disgust, she'd become used to that from the deputies after her time in here. But when he informed her that it was time for her to be questioned she realized that her escape was only temporary and she could be back in this cell just in time to be mauled to death by Isaac when the full moon rose. Either she proves her innocence before that time or tries to drag out her questioning long enough for her to have a chance of survival while still remaining within the Sheriff's department. She'd never been so desperate for Scott and Stiles to create one of their ridiculous plans, even if it involved driving a tank into the walls of the building, anything was on the cards right now. Being arrested for whatever damage was caused could come after she had made it through the night alive. Just as she was guided out of the cell Kinsey turned back to Isaac to answer his question before she left, who knew when she'd be back.
"She never used to." She answered simply. "That's why I can't hate her."
Kinsey had sat across from the two deputies questioning her for what felt like forever, she answered their questions honestly, she had no reason to lie. She was innocent. Even after telling them to call Allison to get her alibi the two seemed unconvinced of her being as innocent as she said. But at least she had found out why she had been arrested. One of her hairs had been found at the crime scene, where Coach Lahey had been murdered. She wasn't sure how exactly it would have got there but if they called Allison to get her alibi it would have been a lot easier to explain that she wasn't there that night. She wasn't sure why they wouldn't want to prove her as innocent, surely it would have been less paperwork for them than if she was guilty, but the more the two of them delayed her getting out the better chance that she'd survive the night.
"This would be a lot easier, Kinsey, if you just told us where you were."
"And for the millionth time, I've told you that if you just call my cousin Allison she will give you the alibi that I need. But since the two of you are so incapable of listening I'll say it again. I was at home all night, with her, watching movies and you know, mourning the death of my mother."
"Attitude isn't going to get you anywhere."
"Neither is this interrogation," Kinsey mumbled under her breath as she sat back in her seat, suddenly being in the holding cell with Isaac waiting to get murdered was better than sitting in here opposite dumb and dumber. Of course, out of every deputy that this station had to offer she would be interrogated by the two she hated the most. Why couldn't it have been the Sheriff or literally, anyone apart from the two in front of her was a better option.
The game between the girl and the two deputies continued for a little while longer, both sure they'd be able to crack her, get her to admit to a crime. But the only crimes she had to admit to were those she committed alongside Scott and Stiles or the not-so-occasional speeding ticket and other little crimes that the Sheriff was probably aware of since he'd met her. That was bound to be a long list, but nowhere near as long as Scott and Stiles's list of petty crimes. After a little while longer both deputies had chosen to give up and leave the girl until the Sheriff returned to the station, a large portion of the twenty-four hours still remained meaning they had plenty of time to wait for her to provide her confession. As they walked back through the station Kinsey caught a glimpse of the outside world which she missed so dearly, though she missed it a lot less when she saw the bright full moon glaring through the windows. It was in that split second that she heard two thuds behind her and the hand that had been placed on her back guiding her towards the holding cell had disappeared. She knew what that meant before she had even had a chance to turn around and see the unconscious bodies of the deputies lying on the ground with Isaac standing over them with glowing golden eyes and sharp canines. Her eyes widened as she slowly began to move backward from the wolf knowing that her only option was to run while the handcuffs remained around her wrists. It was then that the fire alarm began blaring over her head, she continued to back away from the wolf as he drew closer until her back had collided with someone else. Kinsey dared to turn her back where she was met with the sight of a deputy covering Stiles's mouth, dragging him towards the holding cell where she had been.
Clearly, she wasn't wrong to assume that she hadn't seen the deputy before nor to the fact that she was going to die tonight. The man posing as a deputy looked at the empty holding cell Isaac had broken out of and back at Kinsey who stood with handcuffs around her wrist knowing that she was the one that Chris had told him not to touch. That she was one of them. Not a werewolf.
"Oh, no." She mumbled under her breath.
The hunter hadn't had the chance to say anything before he was attacked by Isaac giving Stiles the opportunity to grab a hold of Kinsey and pull her down to the ground and away from the fight breaking out between the wolf and hunter. Both of them were left to watch as Isaac threw the hunter against the wall while they were forced to sit with no defense, Stiles had been scared enough to soil his pants after being attacked by the hunter, and Kinsey was stuck with metal around her wrists that meant even if she had soiled herself she wouldn't be able to do anything about it. The hunter tried to fight against Isaac's grip as he moved the wolfsbane injection closer to his arm ready to knock him out like he had the two deputies but as soon as Isaac had realized what the man was doing he had pulled back his arm until he was crying out in pain. That was a noise that soon ended when Isaac slammed the man's head against the wall making him the third unconscious victim of the night. The sound of breaking glass turned both Stiles's, Kinsey's, and Isaac's heads towards the sound where Derek stood with his foot placed over what was the wolfsbane injection, staring down at the monster that he had created. Isaac's stare had lasted an entire three seconds before his attention on Derek had turned to the brunette and Stiles with their backs against the walls staring up at him knowing what was coming.
A low growl began from Isaac's mouth as he prepared himself to attack the two who were trying to move further back into the wall behind them but were once again- hopeless. As he stepped forward Derek had blocked his way, releasing a roar that shook the building around them while his eyes glowed their new Alpha red, the first time Kinsey or Stiles had seen the new color on him. The roar of the Alpha had caused the beta to cower, backing up against a wall like Kinsey and Stiles had to get away from him. As he covered his head and whimpered the two teenagers dared to stand up again as they looked down at the wolf wondering how Derek had been able to do that with something as simple as a road. A loud roar. But a roar at that.
"How did you do that?" Stiles nervously asked.
Derek turned around with a smug grin across his face, knowing he had waited to say the three words that were about to come out of his mouth. Three simple words never filled someone with as much joy as those three words did with the werewolf. "I'm the Alpha."
Kinsey let the wolf revel in his pride for a moment before she couldn't help but interrupt it, the few seconds she had given him seemed long enough for someone who had spent almost the entire day locked in small rooms with bad company or company that could kill her. "Okay, now can you use that big Alpha strength to break these freaking handcuffs off me. Not to sound like Lydia but it really doesn't match my outfit." She said as she looked down at the handcuffs on her wrists.
"No." Derek deadpanned.
"What do you mean "No"? Get them off of me," Kinsey argued as she shoved her wrists forward.
"If I break you out of those handcuffs you become a fugitive. So it's either you stay here, get back in that interrogation room, keep them on and act like you saw nothing, or spend the rest of your life running from the cops like Isaac will. Or at least until you're proven not guilty."
"God I hate when your right." Kinsey scowled.
Within fifteen minutes Derek and Isaac had left commencing the running that none of them knew the duration of. Stiles had assisted Kinsey in her plan to act like an innocent bystander in tonight's events as he handcuffed her to the table like she once had been, both of them had never been so glad for the lack of working security cameras in this building than they'd been tonight. In the time they had left the two came up with a plan on what they would say to Sheriff Stilinski when he responded to the alarm still blaring in their ears. Kinsey would simply tell them that the two deputies had left her in the room to discuss what they were accusing her of, she heard the commotion but was unable to leave because of the handcuffs, and as for Stiles... Well, he decided that his excuse would be one that would come in the spur of the moment as usual. She'd waited patiently for someone to come and check up on her, waiting for the string of questions that she was bound to be asked. Her head quickly turned towards the door when she heard the handle moving, anxious to see who was on the opposite side of it. If it happened to be the two deputies that Isaac had knocked unconscious her plan would quickly falter but she couldn't decide whether the sight of Noah was better or worse than the two deputies. Kinsey hadn't seen the man since he arrested her at the school, she hadn't even bared to look at him in those moments. One person she couldn't handle receiving a disappointed look from was Noah, the man who'd shielded her when getting hit by a car when he barely knew her. If he was to look at her with disappointment she knew that as a person she would have failed as a human, she'd be just as bad as her mother. Then she wouldn't be able to look at herself any longer.
"You're free to go." Noah sighed with relief as he released her from the handcuffs.
"What?" Kinsey asked as she looked down at her now free hands.
"Allison personally called me to give me your alibi. She's waiting outside for you."
Once the Sheriff had filled out the necessary paperwork he escorted the brunette and his son to where Allison stood outside leaning against her car with shaky hands, and Kinsey was sure that it wasn't because she'd been waiting for her to get out of a holding cell she was sharing with a werewolf on the night of a full moon. She knew what usual worry looked like on Allison, and this wasn't it. Something else had happened tonight. Something that had scared her more than she had ever been scared before. As soon as Allison had seen the two of them she'd rushed up to Kinsey, wrapping her in her arms tightly as her hands continued to shake on Kinsey's back.
"What happened, Allison?" Kinsey asked as she looked at the girl, then to Stiles wondering if he knew anything about what had gotten the girl so shaken up. But Stiles seemed just as confused as she did as they both turned their heads back to the older Argent. Allison nodded to the car behind her, the two teenagers taking that as their cue to get in both her car and the Jeep so they could go somewhere to talk about what she'd seen tonight. In a place that wasn't supervised by the likes of deputies, a sheriff, and anyone who wouldn't handle what she had to say to the two of them well. The three ended up at the preserve where Stiles had called Scott to hoping that both he and Allison together would provide a viable explanation. "Okay, I think we've gone far enough now that nobody without supernatural hearing will be able to eavesdrop. Now what the hell happened while I was in there tonight?" Kinsey asked as she looked between the couple.
"There was something at Lahey's house tonight."
"Something?" Stiles asked hoping for more detail.
"Whatever it was, it wanted to attack us. Maybe even kill us."
"What do you mean "whatever it was"? It wasn't a wolf?" Kinsey asked.
Allison shook her head rapidly. "That thing wasn't a wolf."