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three : freeze your brain

"Issac needs to refurbish the place."

"I don't think that's his main concern right now Ro."

Derek had driven the twins straight over to Issac's house and unsurprisingly enough the door was left unlocked.

The lights were off and each twin held a flashlight in their hand as they slowly walked through the deserted house.

"If Issac didn't kill his father, who did?" Scott finally asked.

"I don't know yet," Derek said.

"Then how do you know he's telling the truth?" Rowan turned around to ask the Alpha with a raised brow from where she stood in front of him beside Scott.

'Because I trust my senses and it's a combination of them. Not just your sense of smell." Derek said as the continued walking deeper into the house causing Scott to freeze and Rowan to stifle a laugh.

"You saw the lacrosse thing today." Scott sighed.

"Yeah"

"Did it look that bad?"

"Yeah"

Rowan's laugh echoed around the house.

Derek eventually leads the two to the door of the basement and opens it, the twins peak inside and exchange glances before walking down the steps, Scott in the lead with Rowan right behind him.

'What's down there?" Rowan asked, her eyes scanning the basement and the old steps.

"Motive" Derek replied simply.

"And what are we looking for?" Scott asked as the twins started walking around the room.

"Follow your senses," Derek said, Rowan, grumbled under her breath.

"But I don't have stupid werewolf senses."

As Scott tried using his senses to find whatever Derek was talking about, Rowan was taking in the whole room.

It was clear only certain parts of the room were used. The back area was just old chairs and tables, old boxes and toys all covered in dust.

While another area near the front looked frequently used. Now and then Rowan could find scuff marks or scratches along the floor and walls, her frown deepened as she spotted cracked mirrors and furniture.

Either Issac or his father came down here to let out some steam, or something horrid was going on.

"Rowan, get over here," Scott called. Rowan quickly walked over to where her brother stood in front of what she assumed was a very large freezer.

The twins exchanged glances as Rowan placed a hand on the top of the freezer. She glanced down at the broken lock and ... no.

No. He couldn't- not his son?

She closed her eyes and took in a deep breath, trying to believe this wasn't what she thought it was. But then Scott lifted the lid and Rowan felt like throwing up.

So. many. Scratches.

So many signs of struggle, so many calls for help.

Her eyes roamed the inside of the freezer and she couldn't even begin to imagine how horrifying it must've been for Issac growing up.

Locking their child in a fucking freezer?

Now that was a sick dead bastard Rowan wasn't sorry for.

"This is why he said yes to you." Scott wondered out loud as they looked at Derek who had made his way over beside them.