keeper (d. Hale)

werewolf or human.

Without being told to do so, the pack moved as one.

Perhaps they were picking up Scott's anxious energy from inside the school has he looped Brett's arm around his and kept the boy upright against him. Or it could have been the pure rage burning off Delilah as she kept herself from returning to the locker room and tearing the flesh from the assassin's bones.

Her fingers ached for blood, bone and the satisfying sigh of an extinguished life.

Stiles rounded the hallway corner with a running skid that almost had him slam into the lockers to his left. He looked over his shoulder to ensure he was being followed by both his father and Parrish.

"Is he dead?" Stiles' shouted as he took one look at Brett's pale and clammy face. It sagged heavily against Scott's shoulder.

"No, just poisoned by yellow wolfsbane," Scott answered as he looked over to Delilah for confirmation. He couldn't catch her eye as she continued to stare at the locker room door. He could still hear the whimpers of the girl laying bound on the floor.

"Yellow-" Stiles stuttered. "Are you telling me he's a werewolf too?"

Scott nodded and tried to not jostle Brett too much.

Stiles let out a groan and rubbed harshly at his temples.

"I think I need to make a request with the lacrosse association to make it mandatory for werewolves to identify themselves before playing..."

Scott glared at his friend and Stiles quickly shut his mouth. He was about to lecture him on how dangerous it would be to disclose something like that to anyone outside of the pack when the sheriff and deputy joined them from the opposite direction Stiles had run from.

The two men looked like they were being worked to the bone with dark circles under their eyes and a slight lag to their step. The realization that the recent attacks in the town were due to a dead pool was almost more then they were ready to handle.

Noah quickened his pace as Delilah titled her head in his direction. He had seen her like this only a few times before and while the green eyes that flashed towards him had him almost misstep it was the teenager who his son was poking at that encouraged him to move faster.

"Gez..." He sighed as he pulled Stiles' hands away and implored his son to give the details he couldn't necessary share when he called dispatch for help.

Parrish stood quietly beside him with a concerned expression across his face. Surprisingly it wasn't for the boy currently struggling to stand against Scott or the hushed whispers from his boss as he spoke rapidly to his son.

Parrish just couldn't tear his gaze away from Delilah.

She regarded him with a slight tilt of her head and tightened her blackened fingers on Brett's arm.

Scott took no notice of the puzzled look on the deputy's face and instead helped relay the situation unfolding at hand.

It was quickly agreed that the report to the Davenport team would be that Brett was to be transferred to the local hospital for a further assessment. If anyone called the hospital directly, they would be sent to Melissa who would convey that Brett's family was not sharing any medical information at this time other than the fact that Brett was stable and would be able to go home soon.

It was a plan with a lot holes but Delilah didn't interject to provide any suggested changes. She was holding Parrish's stare, blink for blink.

"What about Brett's family?" Noah asked as he checked over their surroundings to ensure no one was overhearing the conversation.