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twenty: butterfly Jackson

The aftermath of the game was a lot.

Officers and ambulances gathered around the school. The lacrosse boys were questioned one by one and so were the McCall ladies, though they didn't have much to do with what happened.

Noah had sent out officers in search of Stiles and Rowan, Scott and Issac were with Noah right by Stiles's locker in the boys' locker room.

"I got to meet with the medical examiner and try and figure out what happened to Jackson. I got an APB out on Stiles. His Jeep is still in the parking lot so that means...I don't know what that means." Noah sighed, punching the bridge of his nose while he shut his eyes.

Rowan's heart ached for the man. Noah was an important parent figure in her life growing up, he had seen her grow up and had practically raised her alongside her mother. She felt a personal duty to protect the man when she could, the same went for Scott.

"Look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if either of you guys see him-"

"we'll call you." Issac nodded emphatically.

"Look, he's probably freaked out from all the attention of something," Scott said, Rowan nodded.

"We'll find him," Rowan said, shooting Noah a reassuring smile. Noah glanced between the three teens and nodded, blinking back tears.

"Yeah, I'll see you okay?" Noah said, squeezing Rowan's shoulder before he left the teens alone in the locker room. Soon after, Coach Finstock made his way over to the group.

"McCall." He called Scott. Rowan and Issac exchanged glances and backed away as Coach and Scott held their conversation.

The girl and the boy leaned on the lockers, silent as they pressed their shoulders side by side.

"Are you okay? They didn't hurt you?" Rowan asked quietly. Her face was blank, her gaze trained on Coach and Scott.

"No, I managed to escape long enough for Scott to come help," Issac muttered, his gaze trained on his shoes.

Neither of them had gotten the time to sit down and talk about what was going on with them, there had never been time or the right moment.

Rowan didn't know what this was but she was terrified of what it could be.

"Are you okay?" Issac asked softly, finally looking at her.

Rowan glanced down at her trembling hands, still stained from Jackson's blood. Rowan's jaw locked as she clenched her fists.

"I'll be okay once we get my best friend back."

Coach and Scott finally finished their conversation and Rowan and Issac walked up to Scott.

"Is that everyone?" Scott asked them. Issac peered out the door and around the room.

"I think so."

The boy blinked when he heard the sound of metal creaking and suddenly Stiles's locker door lay on the floor, ripped from the hinges and bent drastically.

Issac watched as Rowan and Scott scoured the boy's locker for any sort of clothes.

"You gonna find him by scent?" Issac asked him, Scott nodded as he handed Issac a shoe.

"But how come you get his shirt and I get his shoe." Issac pouted. Rowan frowned when her brother didn't respond, Issac and Rowan turned their heads in the direction Scott was staring at and jumped.

Derek stood a few feet away with a knowing look.
"We need to talk," Derek said.

"All of us." Another voice said. Rowan's heart stopped beating when out of the shadows stepped out Peter Hale.