Pure × Isaac Lahey

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        "I'm fine, I swear." Elora waved off Isaac's concern, leaning against a wooden pillar in the Hale loft as Derek silently tended to a struggling Cora.

        "Your eyes were white, El, completely white." Isaac stood next to her, utterly worried despite Elora fully recovered from Jennifer's attack.

       "I don't know what it was, but it doesn't matter." Elora was getting itchy, hating that she was unable to help Cora. She'd tried multiple times but she was completely blocked out. "There are bigger problems."

        Isaac went up behind Derek, looking to his alpha's sister. "She's dying, isn't she?"

        "I don't know," Derek said.

        "So what are you gonna do?"

        Derek was quiet, "I don't know."

        Isaac lightly paced, running a hand through his hair. "Wanna figure something out?"

        Elora glanced up to Peter, her uncle sat up on the spiral stairs that led to the roof. She pulsed with worry, blood still stained on her temple from her near car crash. Most was gone from her head, where Jennifer had thrown her into the wall.

        Nothing seemed to be getting better.

        "Because while Scott and Stiles are out there trying to help people from being killed," Isaac said to Derek, "you were in here rolling around in the sheets with the actual killer. Do you get how many people she's actually killed?"

         Elora lightly covered her mouth, almost crying as she let Isaac voice his feelings.

        "Erica and Boyd are dead, Cora is dying and you are doing nothing!" He hesitated, his eyes glossy. "Why'd you do this to us, Derek? Was it all about the power? Were you bored?" Isaac walked a little closer, leaning down next to an unresponsive Derek. "Were you lonely?"

        "Maybe," he said like a lost child as he looked up to the beta he'd turned months before.

        Isaac backed away, beginning to leave and reaching for Elora's hand.

       "I told Cora I wouldn't leave," Derek said. "I'll help the others when I figure out how to help her."

        Elora put her hand in Isaac's, only to have him let go as he turned around with anger.

        "There's no time!" he shouted. "The full moon's coming. The Sheriff and Melissa are gonna be dead, so I'm gonna try and help them. You can sit here and perfect the art of doing nothing."

        Elora went with the fuming wolf, barely jumping as Isaac slammed the loft door behind them. Following him out of the building, she finally stopped him with a soft voice. "Hey, hey-"

        "El, I'm sorry-"

        "Don't apologize, just stop for a second, okay?" She took his hands, pulling him closer. "Breathe," she said as she ran her hands up his arms softly.

       Isaac eased, calming under her touch.

        Elora put a hand on his cheek, having him look at her. She was sending soft waves of calm, getting his riled heartbeat to slow. "Better?"

        Isaac lightly nodded, "Better."

        "Good, now we're gonna go to the Argents," she said. "They'll know what to do, and Stiles is with them." Starting Peter's car with barely a hand motion, the engine roared as the headlights came to life.