𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍, derek hale ✓

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THE WORST TIMING

SHE WAS GOING TO KILL ISAAC, THAT MUCH WAS FOR CERTAIN.

Emerson had practically sprinted out of the cafeteria, hot in pursuit of the sophomore that obviously took her precious time for granted. It was like he didn't want to show Harris that he was more than a failing grade, and that above everything else made Emerson frusterated.

Isaac was a smart kid, she knew it— so why had he suddenly started ignoring her? Why had he chosen to abandon their study sessions now?

Making her way into the hall, she found him with ease. Only, her ears picked up ragged breathing from his end, his tall figure pushing past students that were in his way. Emerson watched with a narrowed gaze as the sophomore boy darted into a utility closet down the hall, his shoulders shaking as he went.

Anger was quickly replaced by concern, an emotion she let freely float onto her face as her feet kicked into gear. Her footsteps were fast, darting between students who were headed in the direction she'd just come from.

Just as Emerson approached the utility room on the very far side of the hallway, she noticed that Isaac hadn't shut it all the way. No, she leaned closer to the crack in the doorway and saw him pacing, his equipment bag and lacrosse stick on the floor.

Then, something she never, ever anticipated happened.

His body lurched toward the ratty sink in the room, his wyes looking at himself in the mirror as he rather painfully shook in place. Emerson's stomach plummeted to her ass when she caught a glimpse of vibrant yellow eyes flashing in the mirror.

No. No fucking way.

When Emerson had first come to Beacon Hills, all the way from two years in Rochester, the first thing she did was sit down with her newly attained guardian and discuss the town's werewolf residents.

Hannah Prescott, her aunt for all intents and purposes, was not such a resident; however, she had grown up around Emerson's mother and other creatures enough to know about everything. The small list they conjured up consisted of the remaining Hales and the freshly turned Scott McCall. That had certainly come as a surprise, thanks to the reckless acts of one Peter Hale.

But Peter was dead, Hannah had assured her as such, and Scott didn't seem like he would turn one of his own peers while a group of hunters had been infiltrating the town. No— there was one person who just assumed Alpha status following Peter's demise.

Emerson paled when a realization floated into her mind, quickly shoving herself into the room and locking the door behind her at the sheer growls that were coming from within.

Derek Hale had turned Isaac, and she had a gut feeling that he had bit the sophomore just the night before.

Holy fucking shit.

Her presence in the room alerted the near frantic boy, his heart beating faster by the second as he aimed his barred teeth at her. She had never seen something like this, had never seen a werewolf so out of control. "Isaac—"

The dirty blond lunged for her, and the pair went toppling to the ground. Alarm bells were ringing in her mind, because why the hell would someone like Derek send a freshly turned werewolf to a school full of loud noises and anger-inducing situations? The last thing anyone needed was a teenage werewolf running all over the place, wrecking havoc.