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On Derek's go-ahead, Isaac and Olive started toward Scott who punched the ice and transformed. They went back and forth, Scott throwing Isaac and Olive around and vice versa. Olive looked to Isaac who had just been thrown into the side of the rink and nodded at him, he seemed to get what she meant because within seconds he was on the other side of Scott and the two were working together to beat him. Olive clawed at him, scratching the side of his face and kicking him in the shin as Isaac picked him up and threw him, similarly to how he was just thrown. Scott slid and landed with a dramatic roar, lunging at the two again and tackling Isaac to the ground. Olive jumped on his back, pulling him away and down to the ground as she kicked him further. Scott seemed to have had enough when he picked Olive up and slammed her against the Zamboni, causing her to fall to the ground in defeat. Isaac stood, ready to kick his ass when Scott lunged toward him as well and laid kicks and punches into him until he was out too. Soon he slid them both over to Derek, who was watching on in amusement.
"Don't you get it? He's not doing this for you, okay it's all about power. He makes you feel like he's giving you some sort of gift when all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs," Scott said through his fangs as Isaac and Olive stood to their feet next to Derek.
"It's true," Derek's eyes flashed red and his claws came out. "It is about power."
Derek started toward Scott, now fully transformed, and started taking him down punch by punch. Scott tried his best to fight back but Derek was just too strong. He kept laying into him until he'd seen that Scott had had enough and let him go, walking back to his betas. Boyd leaped down from the Zamboni and sighed, approaching Scott.
"Don't. You don't wanna be like them," Scott struggled out, fangs still bared.
"You're right," Boyd said, lifting up his shirt to reveal a fresh bite that Derek had given him before this whole ordeal. "I wanna be like you."
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With that, the pack was off to the warehouse to lick their wounds and heal up. Erica met them back at the warehouse and they all sat around chatting and waiting to heal.
"Yeah, I am never dealing with Stiles again. Someone else can have that job next time," Erica said, taking a slice of pizza out of the box, causing the pack to laugh. "I'm mad I missed a fight."
"Yeah well we technically got our asses handed to us so it wasn't very interesting," Olive replicated her actions, taking a slice and biting into the end.
"Oh come on that was kind of awesome to watch," Boyd spoke up, taking a sip of his soda. "Isaac when you threw him into the side of the rink? That was so cool."
"Yeah? What about Olly literally jumping on Scott's back to get him off of me, THAT was awesome," Isaac pointed at her and Olive rolled her eyes, taking a sip of her drink.
"Okay, it's official I am never missing another fight," Erica put her hands up, laughing along with the others.
"It may have been cool," Derek starts from the doorway, having heard their entire conversation. "But it was sloppy, you two need to work on tightening up your combat skills."
He enters the circle and takes a slice of pizza as well. The four teens look around at each other like they weren't supposed to be heard talking about it and Derek just stares at them.
"The back thing was pretty cool though," Derek says, flopping down next to Boyd and nodding, causing Olive to start laughing, which caused the rest of them to all break out into laughter.
"Olive, why is there still a cut above your eye?" Erica asks, causing Olive to reach up and touch it. Isaac examines it from beside her, careful not to touch it.
"I guess it's cause my weakness is healing, I didn't think it would be this slow," She says, pushing Isaac's head out of her face. Just then the cut started to heal faster. Everyone's eyes widened around Olive and she looked at them with furrowed brows.
"It's gone," Boyd said in disbelief. Olive reached up to her forehead and just like he'd said, the cut was gone. She turned to Derek who looked just as confused.
"Maybe it was just delayed," Isaac shrugged and Olive nodded.
"True, maybe it just kickstarted or something," She nodded and Derek narrowed his eyes. Everyone else hummed and went back to their normal conversation and before they knew it, it was very late. The wolves said their goodbyes and Erica and Boyd headed out the door. Isaac stopped Olive before she could leave.
"You're not staying again?" He said, hand on her wrist.
"I gotta face my folks at some point, I'll be back tomorrow though," She grinned at him and he nodded, sighing.
"Well, good night. Drive safe," Isaac all but whispered and Olive nodded.
"Thank you, good night," Neither of them moved though. They just stood there. His hand on her wrist, small grins on both of their faces. Isaac was just about to lean in when--
"Oh, are you headed out?" Derek said, rounding a corner, wiping his hands on a towel. The two jumped apart and cleared their throats.
"Yeah, I wanna get home before I have jump into a window," Olive laughed lightly as she picked up her bag and turned to leave. "Good night guys."
"Good night, Olly," Isaac mumbled and Derek turned to him, smirking as she left.
"I hate you."
"I know."
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The next morning all four betas were in the warehouse bright and early for training. The goal was to retrieve a flag tied to a beam that Derek was guarding. Isaac was up and he was running the course trying to get past Derek, who kept continuously knocking him down, which was very amusing to watch. Erica tried as well, coming at him from the back. Both of them were being extremely sloppy.
"Does anyone else wanna try not being extremely predictable?" Derek said after he knocked Erica to the ground once more.
"Sure," Olive said from one of the beams above him. She dropped down, flipping over his shoulders and grabbing the flag from behind him, twirling it in her hand while smirking. Derek nodded letting out a small chuckle.
"Well done," He approached her, reaching for the flag but she pulled it away. Derek grabbed her arm very hard and began to force it into his hand. Olive could feel her bones cracking as he forced the flag out of her hand. Derek took it from her, letting her drop to the ground with a groan.
"Ow," She looked up at him and he gave her a mocking grin. Olive rolled her eyes, clutching her arm.
"Yeah, are we done here? Cause I've got about a hundred bones that need to heal," Isaac said from across from her. Derek turned to him, leaning down and grabbing his arm as if to examine it and then doing a similar motion to what he did to Olive, cracking his arm as well.
"Hundred and one," Isaac writhed, clutching his arm to his chest. "You think I'm teaching you how to fight? I'm teaching you how to survive."
Derek let go of Isaac and stood up, pacing before his betas, who all looked considerably scared.
"If they wanted us dead why aren't they coming for us now? What are they waiting for?" Isaac spoke up, stopping Derek's paces. He turned to face them shaking his head.
"I don't know, but they're planning something, and you especially know that's not our only problem. Whatever that thing is that killed Isaac's father, I think it killed someone else last night. Until I find out what it is, you all need to learn everything that I know as fast as I can teach you," Derek finished his rant by moving into a train car and shutting the door behind him. The betas all sighed and moved back to their training.
"You good?" Isaac came up behind Olive who was still holding her arm. She turned to meet his gaze and nodded.
"Yeah, I can feel it healing already it just-" She stops herself when she tries to move her arm and flinched. Isaac's face softens as his hand comes under her own.
"Here, let me see," He gently grabs her arm and bends down to look at it. Suddenly, the bone starts to heal faster than before. Olive gasps and Isaac ceases his movements, afraid to hurt her.
"What did I-"
"It's healing faster," She knitted her brows together, looking up at him. He mimicked her facial expressions as they both looked down at her arm which was virtually whole again.
"I guess it just takes a second," He mumbles, and Olive nods.
"Yeah, I guess."
"Okay you're free to go," Derek says, coming out of the train and dusting his hands off. "Just be back here by 4 so we can go over the plan for tonight."
"Wait, tonight? There's a lacrosse game tonight," Olive turned to Derek as she threw her bag over her shoulder and Derek smiled.
"Exactly."
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