Third Person POV
(Y/N) woke up the next morning, Isaac nowhere to be found. She had scared him off, she knew that much. All the talk about her trying to end her life, maybe it was time she actually succeeded at it. She got up from the bed, looking for her shoes, she was hysterical and she was having a hard time composing herself. When she didn't find her shoes, she decided to leave without them, she needed to get out of there and she needed to do it now. When she swung the door open Isaac appeared, key in his left hand and coffee in his right. "Hey, what happen?" His face scrunched up, he was concerned, hell he couldn't even get her out of his mind. He led her back inside where she crashed into his chest and cried once more. "Hey, it's okay." He sighed rubbing his hand up and down her back. "Talk to me please." His voice was soft, scared that he might say the wrong thing.
"It's nothing." She sniffed and he sighed but decided not to push her into telling him. Isaac had done more than just go get coffee, he had confronted Scott, who had been feeling like a total ass. He was, especially when his own son, Mateo, told him all he did was run people away, and even though Mateo didn't mean it, Scott couldn't help but to think about Allison, which only made him feel like more shit. Scott had tried to call (y/n) from Stiles' phone but the only voice he heard was the operator, she had turned off her phone, she didn't want to talk to anyone, especially not Scott.
"We got a lead on the hunters." Isaac tried to change the subject. "That Liam kid gathered them up, turns out everyone is trying to kill us, doesn't matter if they're hunters or not, they just want us all dead." Is it even a bad thing? (Y/N) asked herself. Everything would be better, if there were no supernatural beings, hell the past couple of years in San Diego where the best for her, she had nothing to worry about. Sure, she still wasn't happy but it wasn't Beacon Hills, it wasn't as bad. Isaac's phone rang catching them both off guard. Scott's name flashing on the screen. He sighed and answered it. "Yeah?" Isaac spoke into the phone before sitting on the bed.
"Pack meeting in ten, bring her." Scott spoke and she heard, Isaac should have put the phone on speaker. The line went dead and he looked at her. She shook her head immediately, she wasn't going to go back and see him, she'd rather die.
"Please, I'll be there." Isaac gave her a warm smile, he'd like to think that she had some sort of feelings for him but he knew better, hell the whole pack had known better, she was stuck on Scott, and he didn't know if it was some werewolf thing or not but he hated it. She sighed and even though she didn't want to be see Scott, she knew Isaac would drag her there regardless of what she's say.
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"Hi!" Mateo's voice rung out as soon as Isaac and (y/n) stepped into the house. Isaac smiled at the young boy, he'd only interact with him five times before but Mateo knew who he was.
"Hey Mateo, give me a high five." Isaac lifted his hand and Mateo gladly slapped his hand. "Alright!" Isaac smiled and Scott looked at (y/n). He couldn't smell a hint of emotion on her and before he could walk to her Isaac stepped in front of him. "Don't." Isaac spoke and Scott looked at him. "She doesn't want to talk to you alright, don't force her to." Scott rolled his eyes.
"Mateo, go play in your room please." Scott smiled at his son who shook his head. "I'll get you some ice cream for dessert tonight, how does that sound?" Mateo smiled before hugging Scott at the waist and running to his room, a loud thump could be heard when he slammed his door close.
"(Y/N), so tell me, how's San Diego been?" Lydia grabbed (y/n)'s hand and dragged her to the couch. She didn't want to talk to anyone and she had made it clear to Isaac who looked at her before grabbing (y/n)'s hand.
"Let's not crowd her, yeah? She had a long night." Isaac closed his eyes realizing how wrong that had sounded. "Not like that Lydia, don't let the gears start turning in that little head." Lydia rolled her eyes before looking at (y/n) for an explanation and she was quick to come up with one.
"The bed at the hotel was literally made out of bricks." (Y/N) spoke causing her to laugh.
"You could have stayed with me, you know that." Lydia looked at her and (y/n) sighed. She wanted to be far away from here but she knew there wasn't a way out, not now.
"I don't think everyone just wants us dead, there's something here, something that's causing people fear, for fucks sake this one almost killed me last night." Theo pointed to Liam who rolled his eyes.
"He's right, I feel it too." Malia spoke and everyone looked at her. "Yesterday night, on my way home, I saw my mom." (Y/N) looked at Isaac who shrugged not knowing what was going on. "I almost crashed, I could feel something, I don't know, it's hard to explain." She looked down and Scott sighed.
"Then we have to get to the bottom of it." Stiles sat on the edge of the couch.
"Yeah, that's the plan. I'll call Deaton, you and Malia hit the library, Liam, Theo, I need you guys to make some distractions and please, try not to kill each other. (Y/N), Isaac, Jackson, you can come with me." And as soon as Scott said it she shook her head.
"Actually, I'm leaving." She got up from the couch and Isaac looked at her.
"What? Don't be ridiculous, you'll get slaughtered." Stiles spoke and she rolled her eyes.
"I'll manage, trust me." She looked at Scott. "I've been doing it for three years, I certainly don't need anyone's help to stay alive." She scoffed at him and everyone could sense the tention in the room.
"Come on, this isn't some light thing, you can get killed." Isaac spoke.
"If she wants to leave, let her leave." Theo rolled her eyes and she smiled at him.
"Thank you." She looked at Scott who was standing in the front of the door.
"I can't let you leave." (Y/N) rolled her eyes and she wanted nothing more than to punch him in the face right then and there. "(Y/N) tried to commit suicide three years ago." Scott spoke looking directly into her eyes. Isaac sighed out as he closed his eyes, he knew she didn't want Lydia nor Stiles finding out about this. (Y/N)'s eyes started to tear up, she couldn't believe Scott had outed her like that, in front of her old friends and in front of strangers.
"What?" The smile on Stiles face was far from gone. Isaac had stood up, moving to (y/n)'s side, she didn't turn around, she couldn't. "No, you're fucking with us, right?" Stiles forced out a chuckle but Scott just looked down to his feet. Stiles stood up, making his way towards (y/n). "Tell me he's lying to us." When (y/n) didn't turn around Stiles grabbed her arm and harshly turned her around, tears spilling from her eyes.
"Watch it!" Isaac put his hand on Stiles' arm, shining his yellow eyes at him. Stiles huffed and shook his and off of her. She looked down to her shoes, not knowing what else to do, she wanted to disappear.
"Why would you do that?" Lydia's soft voice traveled through (y/n)'s ears. She shook her head and looked up to see the concern running through both of her friends. "Why?" Lydia repeated.
"Because." (Y/N) started. "I left, okay. I left to get away from you all because I knew I was nothing but problems, then you called me and told me about Allison. I had just lost both my parents." Scott looked at her, he hadn't known about her parents. "And Allison was kind of the breaking point." She looked at Scott. "I was broken, I was in love with you and I know I shouldn't have been but I was. I called you, I called you moments before I tried, I needed someone to talk to, I needed you to talk me out of it and you ignored my calls, my texts. Everyone I cared about were either dead or couldn't give two fucks about me." She wiped her tears. "Why don't you tell them Scott, tell them how you had bigger things to deal with than to even be bothered to see if I was alright, if I wasn't in the hospital for three months. Tell them how you just brushed it off, tell them!" She yelled and both Stiles and Lydia looked at Scott.
"You knew?" Stiles looked at Scott and he sighed. "You've got to be fucking kidding me." He huffed and Scott looked at Stiles.
"I had a lot on my hands Stiles, you know that. So what I wanted to be selfish and have my friends mourn with me, I needed you both." Scott sounded like an absolute ass and the whole pack thought it too.
"And she didn't? She almost killed herself and you didn't think that we should have known about it? You let us go visit her knowing what was going through her mind, we could have helped her." Lydia shook her head.
"Dad?" Mateo's voice caught everyone's attention. All eyes landed on him and he had been there to hear most of it, sure he was three but he knew what death was and it was a scary thought, even for him.
"Mateo, please go back into your room." Scott looked at his son, a frown in his face before he shook his head. "I'm not going to tell you again Mateo." He shook his head once again.
"I'm leaving." (Y/N) waved her hands in the air and moved towards the door.
"You're not fucking leaving!" Scott roared causing the room to fall silent, Mateo staring at his dad in disbelief, he had never seen his glowing eyes, hell he'd never seen him mad.