- Why did we have to go to Deaton during this weather...
Derek complained during the whole way. Even though he and Scott were using his car to get to Deaton and back to the loft, the storm was making itself felt, pushing the car slightly from side to side.
- We needed to find out why Isaac isn't healing, stop grumbling like an old wolf, he's your beta too, - Scott said, looking out the window and watching the storm.
- I hope Deaton wasn't mistaken, - Derek paused as the car rocked again. - The damn wind is going to turn my car over!
- Derek... We do it for Stiles too. You saw the state he was in.
Derek didn't say anything. He silently parked the car near the high-rise building. Somehow he and Scott made it to the loft without being blown away. As they entered the high-rise, thunder and lightning flashed in the street.
Derek opened the massive door and went into the loft, and Scott followed and closed the door.
- Stiles? - Stiles stood opposite them, facing the huge window. - Stiles, we found out how to help Isaac.
- Oh, is that so? - Stiles turned slowly, standing sideways to the two guys.
Lightning flashed and thunder thundered. The loft was lit up for a moment. Almost the entire loft. A black shadow, shaped like the ears and tail of a fox, remained above and behind Stiles.
- No... - Scott said. - Not again...
- What the hell are you doing in Stiles's body? - Derek took a step forward.
- People will do anything to help those who are important and dear to them, - Stiles said with a bored sigh. - When people are in moral pain, it's easier to manipulate them.
- What... - Scott narrowed his eyes. - Where's Isaac?
- Get out of Stiles's body, now, - Derek commanded, turning his eyes red, not letting an evil fox a moment to answer Scott's question.
- I became stronger while I was trapped in Nemeton, - Stiles took two steps forward and stopped, looking at Derek with a smirk. - Make me.
Derek let out a growl and lunged forward, claws and fangs out.
Lightning lit up the loft. The thunder came at the same time as a growl from the right side of Derek, and then the alpha was pinned against collona. He froze when he met the yellow eyes full of aggression. The werewolf roared, baring his fangs and gripping Derek's throat with one hand, his claws lightly scratching his neck.
- I-Isaac? - Scott carefully said.
The werewolf roared again and threw the older alpha in Scott's direction. Derek, who had fallen to the floor beside Scott, looked up slowly, clutching at his bruised ribs.
Scott sprinted forward, trying to avoid Isaac's attacks and get to Stiles, who had been calmly watching the proceedings. Unfortunately, he couldn't avoid a strong hit in the jaw, which threw him to the side. When the beta turned to look at Derek, he received a hit under the jaw. Normally, Isaac would have been thrown a couple of meters away from such strong hit, but now he only staggered, touching the bleeding wound on his neck under his jaw and looking down at the bloody scarf that had fallen from his shoulders. Derek, decided to use the moment, turned to Stiles and saw that he was standing right in front of him. One slap from an evil fox made older alpha fly to the door of the loft and curl into a ball from pain.
Scott stood up quickly to attack Stiles, but stopped and howled in pain as beta's claws dug deep into his back. Isaac lifted the alpha's body into the air and threw him to Derek with a growl.
- He's stronger than... - Derek said under his breath, looking at Stiles.
- ...than ever, - Scott added, looking at Isaac.
Stiles sighed heavily and shook his head.
- If you'd let me finish, there would have been no blood. If you kill me, you will not only kill Stiles, but also Isaac. He's alive now only because of me, - he paused. - Now, since you're convinced that you can't do anything, I'll ask you to leave, - Stiles watched the alphas standing up, leaning against the door and writhing in pain. - Isaac?
Yellow-eyed beta, hearing his name, as if it was a command, rushed forward and opened the massive door, pushing both alphas out of the loft and closing the door.
