2: shape shifted
"Another werewolf."
THE SUN WAS up, shining down on the civilians of the small town, Beacon Hills. In the hallways of the high school in the town, the two werewolves and the human found themselves heading towards the locker room, lacrosse bags over their shoulders. Of course, no one asked why Y/n went into the boys locker room as she was part of the team. Days had passed since Lydia Martin had been found by the police.
While the trio ventured into the locker room, Scott had been trying to convince Stiles that he was fine and didn't need to be locked up since there was a full moon later in the night. But Stiles wasn't convinced, claiming he didn't want Scott to kill him.
Y/n only listened since she had control of her werewolf self during a full moon. As they stopped in front of Stiles locker, the girl asked if he had something better than handcuffs, to which Stiles opens his locker, chains suddenly starting to fall down and onto the floor. Everyone's attention went to them as Coach Finstock slowly walked over.
Coach shrugs a bit. "Part of me wants to ask. The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine. So... I'm gonna walk away."
"Wise choice, Coach." Stiles replies.
While everyone's attention snaps away from the three, they kneel down, beginning to pick up the chains when Y/n's head snaps upwards, her eyes glowing the usual gold color, Scott soon doing the same. Sensing them stopping, Stiles slowly looks up, noticing their glowing eyes before they went back to normal.
"You guys okay?" Stiles asks.
"There's another. In here, right now." Scott informs.
"Another what?" Stiles questions.
"Another werewolf." Y/n reveals.
* * *
When the team was ready, the trio were venturing onto the lacrosse field, trying to figure out who the third werewolf could be. When Stiles had suggested for Scott or Y/n to go one on one with the werewolf, they both agreed as Stiles had rushed off. He soon came back with gear that was meant for the goalie. Both werewolves agreed Scott would play goalie.
As the players all got into line, Y/n was right in front of Stiles as they watched Scott continuously leave the goal, tackling the players that ran forward right to the ground before he'd sniff them in hopes of them being the werewolf, but they weren't. Coach continued to yell at the brunette before he was marching to Stiles and Y/n, grabbing ahold of their helmets.
"Stilinski, Hale, what the hell is wrong with your guys friend?" Coach asks.
"He's failing two classes. He's a little socially awkward." Y/n replies.
"And if you look close enough, his jaw line's kind of uneven." Stiles adds.
"That's interesting." Coach comments as he lets go of their helmets, walking off.
Another boy had gone, which happened to be Danny before Jackson claimed his shoulder was hurting, walking off the field. This left player fourteen who was right in front of Y/n, who she recognized was Isaac, the same boy she had began talking to. Hearing the sound of growling, she couldn't help but lean closer, realizing it was actually coming from Isaac. Using one hand while keeping her eyes on the boy, she slaps Stiles' shoulder, making him look at her.
Noticing her gaze stuck on the boy in front of her, Stiles listens closely, then also hearing the loud heavy heaving coming from him, almost like growling. Blowing the whistle, Coach throws the ball to Isaac who catches it in the stick with ease, running forward, Scott reciprocating his actions. Everyone watched as the two boys soon tackled into each other, landing on all fours, keeping their gazes trained on one another.
Y/n took notice of the gold glow in Isaac's eyes as he peaked up at Scott. She knew he smelt different when she noticed him in front of her, but now she had clarification. The boy's eyes slowly looked over Scott's shoulder and at her, his gold eyes meeting hers where Y/n didn't notice her eyes started glowing as well. Their eyes went back to normal when Coach blew the whistle and everyone's heads snapped to their right.
Sheriff Stilinski was walking in-between two of his co-workers as their gazes were trained on the two boys. After a couple minutes, a crowd had gathered near the bleachers as the police were talking to Isaac. Y/n and Scott listened in as they stood with Stiles, hearing Sheriff Stilinski tell Isaac about the murder of his father.
"His father's dead. They think he was murdered." Y/n informs to Stiles as they watch the police lead Isaac away.
While he was being led away, Isaac took a glance over his shoulder in hopes of seeing Y/n. When their eyes met, they kept it on one another until Isaac was a bit too far and had to look back forward.
"Are they saying he's a suspect?" Stiles questions.
Scott shakes his head. "Not sure, why?"
"Because they can lock him in a holding cell for twenty-four hours." Stiles eplains.
"Like, overnight?" Scott asks.
"During the full moon." Stiles reminds.
"How good are these holding cells at holding people?" Y/n questions.
Stiles sighs. "People, good. Werewolves, probably not that good."
"Guys, remember when I said I don't have the urge to maim and kill?" Scott recalls, receiving nods.
"He does." Y/n concludes.
* * *
As students were in class, two werewolves could be seen rushing through the halls. Scott and Stiles had gotten themselves sent to the principal's office in hopes of listening what happened to Isaac. Y/n had joined them when she got a text from Scott, and they soon found out that Gerard Argent was the new principal.
Only Scott and Stiles were sent into the office since they were the ones supposed to go in there, and Y/n listened from outside in the hallway with her werewolf hearing.
Currently, Scott and Y/n were rushing outside of the school, Y/n being in front of the brunette. In a police car, sat Isaac in the back seat. Hearing the doors open, his head snapped behind him, gaze landing on the girl. The two stared at one another as the car turned on and began driving off, their eye contact still holding until Isaac wasn't able to see Y/n Hale anymore.
Scott rests his hand on her shoulder as they start turning back to the school, but spin back around upon hearing a loud screech, seeing Derek now parked in front of them, peaking at them through the window of his car.
"Get in." Derek demands.
Y/n raises a brow at her brother. "Are you serious, Derek? You did that. That's your fault."
"I know that. Now both of you get in the car and help me." Derek replies.
"No, I've got a better idea. I'm gonna call a lawyer. Because a lawyer might actually have a chance at getting him out before the moon goes up." Scott snaps.
Derek shakes his head. "Not when they do a real search of the house."
"What do you mean?" Scott asks.
"Whatever Jackson said to the cops, what's in the house is worse. A lot worse." Derek tells them.
When they didn't respond and only looked at each other, Derek opened the passenger door, waiting for them to enter. Giving each other a nod, the two younger werewolves hop inside, Scott getting into the back while Y/n sat beside her brother.
* * *
Late at night, the three werewolves were in the Lahey residence, flashlights in their hands as Derek led the two younger werewolves through the house. As they were walking, the two found out that Derek had watched all of lacrosse practice. Eventually, they were venturing down the basement with Derek staying at the top of the stairs.
"What happened down here?" Y/n questions, calling up to her brother.
"The kind of thing that leaves an impression." Derek calls back calmly.
As the two young werewolves walked around the basement of the Lahey house, Scott knelt down on the floor, seeing a small mark of claws that were marked on the concrete floor. He used his own hand to make the same gesture with his own nails while Y/n found herself stopping in front of a freezer. Scott was soon beside her.
Y/n's hand was shaky as she gently grabbed ahold of the lock. When a light shined on the other side of him, Scott jumped when he saw Derek there. The older werewolf glanced at him before looking at his little sister, giving her a nod when she looked to him. Taking a deep breath, she takes the lock, that was fortunately, unlocked before opening up the lid of the freezer that her and Scott were standing in front of.
All over the sides of the freezer and on the inside of the lid were claw marks, bits of blood on it as well. The two knew that Isaac's father was hitting him when they heard the Sheriff speaking to Jackson in the principal's office, but they didn't expect this. Derek didn't look surprised at all, showing that he already knew about this.
"This is why he said yes to you." Y/n realizes.
"Everyone wants power." Derek reminds.
"If we help you, then you have to stop. You can't just go around turning people into werewolves." Scott states.
"I can if they're willing." Derek argues.
"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents?" Scott asks. "About being hunted?"
Derek nods. "Yes, and he still asked."
"Then he's an idiot." Scott exclaims.
"And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter." Derek fires back, making Scott's eyes widen. "Yeah. I know you're little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it's gonna take for them to find out? You saw what happens to an omega. Both of you did. With me, you both learn how to use all of your senses. With me, you learn control. Even on a full moon."
Scott shakes his head. "If I'm with you, I lose her."
"You're gonna lose her anyway." Y/n states, making them look to her as she looks to her brother. "I'm with you."
"Y/n, are you crazy?" Scott questions.
Y/n shrugs. "Maybe. But I've known my brother my whole life. He's helped me. It's better than what you could ever do."
Derek gives his sister a nod as the Hale siblings begin to walk back to the stairs, all while Scott stares at his friend's retreating figure.
"Wait." Scott calls, making them turn around. "I'm not part of your pack. But I want him out. He's my responsibility too."
"Why? Because he's one of us?" Derek asks.
"Because he's innocent." Scott replies.
* * *
After leaving the Lahey residence, the Hale siblings found themselves in Stiles jeep, the said human in the driver's seat. The jeep was parked out front of the police station. Scott was still back at the Lahey residence. Inside the window, a female officer could be seen at the front desk, meaning one of them would have to distract her or do anything so they would be able to get to Isaac.
"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk." Stiles explains.
"I'll distract her." Derek offers, going to leave.
"Woah! You? You're not going in there." Stiles objects as he grabbed Derek's arm, making the older man stare at him with a raised brow. "I'm taking my hand off."
"I was exonerated." Derek tells him.
Stiles shakes his head. "You're still a person of interest."
"An innocent person." Derek retorts.
"You? Yeah, right!" Stiles replies sarcastically.
Y/n hits him in the back of the head, making him jump. "Stiles, shut up. Derek, what's your plan?"
"To distract her." Derek states.
"How? By punching her in the face?" Stiles questions, letting out a pretend growl-like sound.
"By talking to her." Derek replies as if it was obvious.
Stiles nods. "Okay. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with?"
Derek doesn't say anything in response as he only stares at the human in front of him while Y/n watches her brother with a raised brow.
"Dead silence. That should work beautifully." Stiles comments. "Any other ideas?"
Y/n shrugs. "I have one. I'm thinking about punching you in the face."
When Stiles says nothing, Derek hops of the jeep, the teenagers soon following. Y/n couldn't help but roll her eyes as her brother attempts to flirt with the officer, which seemed to be working. The teenagers were able to get right by them and into the sheriff's office. Stiles checked the lockbox, but the keys weren't there. Y/n was the first one out of the two to rush out and through the halls, Stiles right on her trail. Right as they turn a corner, they almost run into a man wearing a police uniform.
Stiles opens his mouth to say something as he steps in front of Y/n, but his gaze casts down at the man's injured leg, half an arrow lodged inside his thigh. Knowing he's been caught, the man was quick to grab ahold of Stiles and begin pulling him away from Y/n. However, he stops when he hears a growl just ahead of him. Head snapping up, there, with bright golden eyes, Y/n was now in her werewolf form. Her claws lodged into the wooden floor, gold eyes staring into the man's own eyes, her mouth open, revealing her sharp fangs.
Seeing the man was distracted, Stiles reached up and pulled the fire alarm. The man let go of him, pushing him to the floor and rushing into the cell room in hopes of seeing Isaac there. However, the cell door was open, no Isaac in sight. Suddenly, the said boy who was now a werewolf lunged at the man, pinning him to the wall. He grabbed ahold of the man's arm when he went to stab the wolfsbane into him, breaking his arm before slamming his head against the wall, knocking him out.
Hearing glass break behind him, Isaac spins around, seeing Y/n had crushed the wolfsbane, back to her normal self, but her eyes glowed gold as she stared at the boy while Derek walked in. Isaac's gaze landed on Stiles, showing that he was going to attack the human as he stepped towards him. However, Derek's eyes glow red as he lets out a loud roar, scaring Isaac who quickly cowers against the wall, turning back to his normal self.
"How did you do that?" Stiles asks.
"I'm the Alpha." Derek replies.