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You let out a groan, glaring at Isaac from across the room. You saw Stiles roll his eyes out the corner of your eye, but you honestly could bring yourself to care because, for the second time in the last hour, you were five seconds away from putting a wolfsbane bullet in Isaac's head.

"Why don't you just keep your fucking opinions to yourself?" You snarled viciously as you shot up from the sofa in the Derek's loft.

"How about you keep your excessively painted lips shut!" Isaac snapped back causing Scott to let out a groan as if watching this caused him psychical pain.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" You growled in anger.

"Shutting up- definition being told to shut up means to hold back your words and happily keep them to your fucking self!" Isaac huffed sarcastically.

"No, I meant, why bring up my lipstick what does this have to do with anything!?" You grumbled resentfully. You loved the lipstick you were wearing; it was a dark red and it made your lips look fuller than what they actually were. You were also wearing your signature: a pair of distressed shorts, a shirt that's far too big to be yours (probably stole it off Derek as he had the best clothing style out of the boys) and black combat boots.

"I mean it's a pack meeting and your dress up like somebody's whore! It's off-putting in the most disgusting way." Isaac laughed but as soon as the words left his mouth a switch was flipped in your head.

You were quite well-known for your short temper, so when he said this, all you could think about is causing him pain. It didn't matter that he was a werewolf and you were a human; you would do whatever it took to make him feel as angry as you were in that moment. You tackled him to the floor. He only let out a laugh as he threw you off him before standing up and striding towards you. However, before he could reach you Scott grabbed him while Derek grabbed you.

"Let me go! I'm gonna kill him!" You yelled as you twist and turned in Derek's arms in an attempt to escape.

"Y/N, calm down!" Scott roared, his eyes flashing red as he stared at you from his spot behind Isaac. It didn't matter though. His alpha powers don't work on humans. "Derek and Cora. Lock them in Isaac's room until they get this out their system." Scott huffed in annoyance as you tried to flap your arms, hoping Derek would show mercy.

You and Isaac always got into verbal fights; everyone knew that. But it never ended in physically violent altercations, still for some reason today his words just seemed to piss you off more than usual.

Derek carefully put you into the room, not wanting to be yelled at. They all knew how scary you can get when you're mad. Cora followed suit, throwing Isaac with a lot more aggression than Derek had thrown you. You tried to launch at the open door but before you could they closed it firmly before you heard the clicking of several padlocks.

"We're gonna go out to have lunch. You guys can just...enjoy each other's company?" Stiles shouted through the door before walking away.

You let out a frustrated growl as you turned to Isaac. "This is your fault!" You snarled; your mind filled with violent thoughts.

"I hardly think it is! If you weren't such a bitch all the time we wouldn't be having this problem!" Isaac retaliated.

"Me? ME!? The whole damn reason why we're in here is because you called me a whore!" You screamed, getting closer to him.