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“Isaac,” Stiles called out, jogging up to him.

“What?” he snapped rounding on her.

She backed up a step and held up her hands. “I’m not here to bother you. I just want to ask a simple question.”

Isaac did one of those haughty glances aside before taking a step towards her. “When is it ever simple, Stiles?”

“I swear this one’s easy so can I ask it?”


“Where’re Boyd and Erica?”

Isaac rolled his eyes. “They left like a month ago. Aren’t you usually up on this kind of stuff?”

“Yes, that’s why I’m asking,” Stiles said with the air of someone tolerating ignorance. “And what do you mean they left?”

“They left,” he said, making a motion towards the door. “For another pack.”

“Exactly when did this happen?” Stiles asked, squinting at him. She had a pretty clear memory of Boyd and Erica strung up and not running anywhere.

“The night we beat the kanima,” Isaac said, speech slowing and his eyes narrowing.

“Well shit then I should have talked to your earlier and not on the last day of school,”

“Stiles, what do you know about it?”

“They didn’t leave that night. They should have gone back to Derek,” she said, running a hand over her head.

“They didn’t leave? Why not?” he asked, crossing his arms.

“Because they couldn’t,”

“Couldn’t? Stiles, what happened?”

Stiles raised her hands, about to bullshit her way into giving him the bare minimum of information, but she froze glancing at the students still moving around them. “So you haven’t heard from them at all or anything?”

“No,” he snapped. “If something’s happened to them…what do you know about it?”

“Honestly? Not that much,” she said, taking a step back.

“Then tell me what you do know then,”

“Okay,” Stiles said, breathing deep and letting it out harshly. “But not here.”

“Okay, we’ll go to Derek’s then,” Isaac said with a shrug.

“What? No,” she said, holding up her hands and shaking her head.

“Yes, come on,” Isaac said, putting a hand on her shoulder. “We’re taking your car.”

“Alright, alright,” she said, smacking his hand off her shoulder. She glanced around, checking for Scott, and began walking when she didn’t see him. He had told her that Allison was moving away after school ended, and well, that’s what Allison did to him.

She kept a wary eye out for Isaac as they walked to her jeep. He hadn’t hurt her outright, but she still felt a little iffy about him. They climbed into the jeep, and Stiles started driving towards the Hale house.

“Where are you going?” Isaac asked.

“To his house,” Stiles responded, giving him a weird look.

“He’s not at the Hale house,”

“Then where is he?”

“An apartment downtown,”

“Wait, he actually got himself a real place?” she asked, nearly about to laugh.

Isaac shot her a flat look. “Yes.”

Stiles’ smile wilted. “Okay, how ‘bout you give me some directions then.”

Isaac proceeded to tell her which direction to go at each intersection.

“This is it,” Isaac announced, guiding her to park in the lot of a towering, dark, old brick building.

“This is it?” she asked, gesturing to it with her free hand.

“Yeah,” he said, getting out of the car.

“Okay,” she said warily, getting out after him. She made sure to lock her car before silently following Isaac up to the apartment. She could remember a lot of bad horror stories about werewolves and teen girls, but usually the girl didn’t know the werewolves beforehand.

Isaac didn’t even knock when they reached the door, and Derek pulled the door open for them. “What are you doing here, Stiles?”

Stiles expected Isaac to explain, but he just gave her a side glance before turning back to Derek. “I came to talk about Erica and Boyd.”

Derek seemed surprised. “What about them?”

“Isaac said that you thought they left for another pack, but I don’t think they did,”

“And why is that?”

She looked down the hallway outside of the apartment despite not having heard or seen anyone else in the entire building. She sighed and ran the tips of her fingers over the still healing bruise on her cheek bone. “I saw them in the Argent’s house.”

Derek pushed the door open further and gestured to the inside of the apartment with his head. “Get in.”

Isaac motioned for her to go first, and she tentatively stepped over the threshold. Derek shut the door behind them and rounded on her. “Exactly what did you see in the Argent house?”

“Erica and Boyd,” she said, struggling to keep her voice from wavering. “They were strung up with live wires.”

“And then what?”

Stiles held out her hands. “Allison told me they got released. They should have gone back to you.”

“No, they wanted to leave. They wouldn’t have come back,”

“Yeah, but,” she licked her lips and shuffled her feet. “I don’t think they could have run. Did you tell them Gerard and the kanima were gone?”

“Yeah, but they didn’t respond,”

“And you didn’t think why they might not have responded?”

“I thought they were cutting ties,”

“Yeah, but Beacon Hills is still their home, and they have family here. With Gerard and the kanima gone what reason would they have to stay away if there wasn’t anything to stop them?”

“So you think someone stopped them,” Isaac said, turning to Derek.

Derek grimaced.

“And you look like you know who might have stopped them,” Stiles said, facing Derek.

Derek and Isaac shared a look. Derek sighed and turned to Stiles. “Not long after that lacrosse game, a pack of alphas marked the door to my old house. It’s possible they could have taken Erica and Boyd.”

“What? A pack, like a whole packful of alphas?”

“Yes, Stiles, that’s generally what a pack of alphas means,”

Stiles squinted at him. “Have they said anything then? Like a ransom or why they’re even here?”

“No, just a mark,”

“That’s shitty of them. They’re pretty bad villains, I mean seriously, who doesn’t make demands?”

“Stiles,” Derek said in warning. “We’re supposed to work for the information.”

“Okay, that’s just petty,”

Derek glared at her.

“It’s true. So what does that leave us if they haven’t given us any imformation?”

“They may not actually have Erica and Boyd,” Isaac said.

“Or they killed Erica and Boyd, and that’s why there’s no ransom,” Derek said.

Stiles wrinkled her nose. “Actually, I don’t think so. The first mark on your door was a scare tactic right? To tell you you weren’t even safe at home.”

Derek rolled his eyes, but he nodded. “So if they’re trying to get to you,” Stiles continued. “Wouldn’t it be best if they told you that they killed them? It’d actually be best if they killed them right in front of you, but they haven’t. If Boyd and Erica are dead, it’s not because of the alpha pack.”

“It’s a little scary you even thought of that,” Isaac said.

“I’m a cop’s kid, and I’ve watched a lot of crime shows,” Stiles said with a shrug.

“Then what’s the last option? The alpha pack does have Erica and Boyd, but they’re keeping them for something?” Derek asked.

“Not for something, from you,” Stiles said, tucking her hands into her pockets. “Maybe you’re just meant to prove yourself by getting them back.”

“We should probably find out if the alpha pack has them in the first place. We’ll track them from the Argent house.”

“Cool, I will head out then,” she said, heading for the door. “Good luck on your epic quest.”

“Stiles, why were you in the Argent house that night?”

“Why do you think?” Stiles snapped.

“They strung you up, too?” Isaac asked, eyes wide.

“No, but that might have been better than the beating I got,” she said, her voice straining. She ran her hand over the cheekbone that had gotten bruised the worst.

“Why? They don’t hunt humans.”

“I don’t know ‘cause Gerard couldn’t get Scott.”

“I should have let Scott and Isaac find you.”

“It’s fine,” she said, waving it away. “Gerard was the priority. Good luck finding Erica and Boyd.”

“Stiles,” Derek said, stepping towards her.

“Bye,” she said, pulling the door open and exiting the apartment. It took her a minute to start the car, but she made her way back home. Once she parked in her driveway and shut off the engine, she dropped her head onto the steering wheel.

She couldn’t believe she had told Derek about that night before she’d even worked up the courage to consider telling Scott the truth. Then again, Scott hadn’t ever even thought to ask her about the bruises.