Pure × Isaac Lahey

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        "There's nothing else we can do until sunrise." Sheriff Stilinski kept his voice low, talking to Scott and Argent as both Derek and Elora were tended to. "Elora needs to be watched no matter what. Whether she's playing us like Stiles did before or if she's genuinely herself and we're just waiting for Yakunan to take her back."

        "Dean and Taylor Danielson are your best bet," Argent said. "Have Charlie and Isaac take her there. They'll do everything to keep her safe and keep her herself."

        "Things are about to get a whole lot worse, aren't they?" asked Scott, eyes flickering between the adults.

        "I saw El's eyes when she looked at Stiles," said Allison, stepping up to the circle. "Right before he and the oni vanished. She sent him somewhere."

        "He's not there anymore."

        The loft fell into silence, bodies turning toward Elora as she sat hunched on one of the steps leading out. Lone tears streaked down her cheeks, but the agony in her features was subdued.

        "What do you mean?" Sheriff Stilinski asked, leaving the circle that had formed.

        "Noshiko called off the oni," Elora replied, muted eyes of others glancing to Kira. "She was with Corporal Rhys' body, in the basement of Eichen House. I sent Stiles there, because Yakunan wanted to talk to her. He knew she was going to hide her last tail there."

        Allison's brows drew in, "How do you know all of that?"

        "I knew because he knew," El said, voice strained. "We didn't have to speak to know, to understand each other. He's in my head the same way he's in Stiles'."

        "Then where is he?" Charlie hastily questioned. "Where is Yakunan?"

        Elora laughed, but her heartbrokenness rang within it. "He's getting what he wants." A tear fell down her cheek, then another. "He used Noshiko's last tail to do a seppuku. Yakunan is sleeping, but his chaos is coming, and it's coming quick."

        "He disembowled himself?" questioned Allison, mouth slightly ajar.

        El softly nodded. "Enough to release them. It took a lot of energy to do, that's why he cut me off for now. But while he recooperates, in whatever state he chooses, they'll cause chaos for him."

       "They?"

       "The flies."

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        "Can we trust her?"

        Although Isaac sat with Elora in the living room, Charlie stood with his parents in the kitchen, each with their own share of concerns.

        "She's back on the map," Dean told him. "When Yakunan had her, she couldn't be traced whatsoever. I think she's genuinely her right now."

        "How long will that last?" asked Charlie, arms folded over his chest absently.

        "There's no way to know how long it'll take him to gain his strength back," El said, surfacing in the doorway. She had changed, the witch in leggings and a slouchy tshirt as she attempted to process the horrors she's committed. "It could be hours or days. The longer I'm not in his head, the farther he is from me. I don't know where his thoughts are anymore. Which means I can think for myself, at least for now."

        "So what do you want to do?" Taylor asked with an arched brow as she looked to her daughter, Isaac just behind her.

        "I want to lift the enchantment on Charlie's heart, so at least one of the Danielson siblings can be entirely trustworthy."