( I. PROTECT HIM )
"HOLY SHIT!" Amelie gazed up at the broken down house from Stiles' jeep. Isaac had only told her several things about this house. How Derek's family died in a fire that Allison's family caused, and Derek, along with his Uncle Peter, survived. Peter Hale was the one to bite Scott and give him his werewolf abilities. He tried to lure him to the evil side of the supernatural world, until Derek literally killed him and became the new alpha.
That story was so liberating for Amelie. That type of stuff only happened in fictional books and movies, but she would have never expected for that to happen in real life, before her eyes nonetheless!
Hurriedly, she closed the jeep's door rather harshly, to which resulted in Stiles yelling, "Hey! Roscoe is sensitive, okay?"
She choked a laugh, "You named your car Roscoe?" She glanced at him, only to see him glare at her as he walked up to abandoned house. She followed him like a lost puppy.
The house was a mess to say the least. Well, obviously, it was burned to ashes. She found Scott, who was in a tank, and the infamous Derek Hale sitting in a room next to the stairs. Derek was quite attractive, and that was an understatement. His green eyes complimented his olive skin and his beard defined his elevated cheek bone. His body was ripped as well, but Amelie tried not to stare too long.
Wide eyed, she glanced around the room, only to spot her best friend. Oh, God. "Isaac!" She yelped, rushing to his side. Her fragile hands held his sweaty cheeks. His ash-blond hair was stuck to his forehead and he was dressed in a hospital gown. She frowned at the sickly sight of him.
"Is he gonna be okay?" She asked shakily, tears burning her eyes as she looked back at them. Derek nodded slowly, "He's gonna be fine, yeah."
Her hands trailed to Isaac's hand and gripped it tightly as she turned to the trio. Derek flashed his blood-red alpha eyes at Scott's blank arm, humming lowly. "Yeah, I see it. Two bands, right?"
"Yeah," Scott nodded, glimpsing at Stiles, who purses his lips tightly.
Derek's eyes flashed back to their normal green hue, "What does it mean?" he asked.
"I dunno," Scott shrugged, allowing his index and middle fingers to form a circle on the dust underneath him. "Just something I traced with my fingers."
Amelie's brows furrowed, staring at the two circles traced on the ground, then looking back at her friend helplessly lying on the table. Her heart ached for Isaac, a part of her always will. Ever since he knocked on her door two years ago, she had taken him under her wing. They had spent every moment possible together, and she couldn't possibly begin to imagine a world where she lived without him. It just wasn't a fair world, then.
"The pains gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt," Derek warned Scott, turning around to Amelie. "Do you want to stay and watch?"
"I'm not leaving Isaac," She said indefinitely, sparing a glance at Stiles, who's pacing around the room worriedly, "I'm actually going to wait outside," he said, quickly backing out of the room.
"Nope! I need you to hold him down," Derek raised a hand at Stiles to stop him.
With her eyes focused on the boy lying in front of her, she managed to zone out the agonizing screams of Scott, and instead on a low whisper humming in her ear.
"Protect him, Amelie."
She turned around, gasping, expecting someone to be hovering over her shoulder, whispering these orders in her ear, but to no avail. No one was behind her.
This wasn't the first time this ever happened. Ever since she was thirteen years old, a whisper haunted her mind, wanting her to protect him. Who was she supposed to protect? She didn't know. At first, she thought of Isaac, but Isaac could protect himself now, Amelie could only do so much and the voice never left her. There must've been someone else.
Soon enough, the screaming died down, and the brunette girl turned back around to the boys. Scott was gasping for breath, looking at his new branded arm, and Stiles was looking at her, brows furrowed and eyes narrowed, suspicion lurking. He had seen what happened.
"Yeah," Stiles chipped, looking back at the tattoo. "Looks pretty permanent."
"Kinda need something permanent," the beta looked up at him, then to Derek, "Everything that's happened to us, everything just changes so fast... Everything's, uh, so ephemeral."
"Ephemeral," Amelie mouthed to herself, a small chuckle escaping her, "Studying for PSATs?"
"Yeah," Scott smiled sheepishly at her, to which she smiled back. The boys started to gather their things, her eyes darting to Isaac, gripping his hand tightly. She didn't want to leave him, everything in her body was telling her not to, but she couldn't stay here with Derek alone. He was freaking her out.
"It's okay, Amelie," Derek's voice pulled her out of her thoughts. "I'll tell him to come see you as soon as he wakes up."
Her eyes stayed on Isaac'a face, a frown permanently etched onto hers. "You better."
"You painted the door," Scott's voice echoed through the house, causing Amelie to turn to him. "Why'd you paint the door?" He frowned.
It did seem weird. Out of all the things to be fixed in this wrecked house, painting the door seemed last on the priority list. "Go home, Scott," Derek said nonchalantly.
Amelie bent down to grab her bag and follow the two boys in front of her, when Scott spoke again. "Why only one side?"
Suddenly, a pair of claws appeared and he started scratching the door repeatedly. The sound of claws on the wooden door making Amelie cringe visibly and look away. When, the sound stopped, specks of wood were flown all over the floor and dust in the air surrounded them.
On the door; however, was a bigger issue.
A large mark, obviously scratched on the door, appeared through the paint. Amelie furrowed her brows and looked to Stiles, who had the same identical expression on his face.
"What is that?" Amelie uttered, not able to say anything else.
"The birds at school. The deer last night. Just like the deer when I got bit by the alpha," Scott said, almost to himself, then glaring at Derek. "How many are there?"
Derek's eyes met the floor then rose to meet the beta. "A pack of 'em. An alpha pack."
Holy shit.
"All of them?" Stiles interjected, a hand raised in front of his chest. "How does that even work?"
"I hear there's some kind of a leader," Derek shrugged. "He's called Deucalion."
Amelie, Scott and Stiles all turned to stare at each, all at the same time. She had never spoken to the boys before this day, but it was as if they all shared the same thoughts.
"We know they have Boyd and Erica," Derek sighed, staring at the three identical expressions, "Peter, Isaac and I have been looking for them for the last four months."
Amelie's eyes widen at that. She was aware of this, but she was never aware that they were a pack of freaking alphas.
"Say you find them," She started to ask, "How do you deal with an alpha pack?" They only had one Alpha on their side, and no offense, he wouldn't be a match to the alpha of alphas.
"With all the help I can get," The alpha said solemnly.
A gasp erupted from the other end of the room, and Amelie's eyes widened further. Isaac, wide awake and gasping for breath, looked around him like he had just seen a ghost. "Where is she? Where's the girl?" He asked, unable to say anything else.
"What girl?"
author's note...!
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