Yeah, I'm a beta with a BITE.

Isaac snorted, going into the kitchen to find something to snack on. He came out with a box of Cheese-its. “So you couldn’t go wave a hand over the passed out witch while she jumped at a demon with a fat ass? This is your own fault. If you want a massage hire a masseuse, or see about getting a shot from Deaton.”

Erica glared at the boy and rolled over onto her stomach. “I thought you’d be happy I’ve been trying to help people.” She took the pillow and hugged it to her chest, sighing as she hugged some of the soreness into the pillow. “Ugh, why wont you just be nice for once? I thought we were pack.”

Isaac stood up, stretching his arms above his head, “Nah, you’re fine. Or you will be. Don’t be such a baby about it, you had an alpha there and you still thought you were the best option to go rip open a monster stomach. Should have used it to get a better idea about the competition.”

Erica groaned. “Ugh, it wasn’t my fault. The alpha was on the floor helping the damn witch who was passed out.” She looked at him, pouting. “Oh come on! Please? At least give me a massage.”

"Yeah, I live with him, kinda. I'm mostly only at the warehouse when I need to sleep. And every time I've been there recently, I haven't seen him."

She laughed. “Yeah, I’m just hoping that the Spriggan’s mom isn’t looking for revenge.”

Isaac leaned his hip against the sofa, really it was below his hip, but it served enough purpose for him to put his weight on one leg safely. “The new werewolf pack’s Alpha broke your arm— Derek is gonna love that story. And Lydia of all people, who we tried to kill, who hates you, saved your life— well I am loving that story.”

Erica rolled her eyes and lied back on the couch, letting her sore body relax. “You’re such a douche. Now get your ass over here and take some of this damn soreness away.”

“I don’t know-- I guess it cut too deep or something and it had to be triggered. So, an Alpha named Chloe broke my arm so it would start.” She groaned. Trying to explain something to Isaac meant that you were automatically thrown into the worlds longest talk show. “She didn’t jump into a fire to save me, she just got to me before the fire did.”

“I just-- Look, the party wasn’t the crazy part. It’s what happened.” She sighed and sat down, deciding it was best just to tell him. “At the party, something snuck into the basement. It was called a Spriggan-- Ugliest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” She sighed as she remembered the creature. “A spriggan starts out small, but the more it eats, the bigger it gets. The bigger it gets, the more it can eat. So, it was basically devouring the entire basement and was like twice my size when we found it. So, we needed to slice open it’s stomach to kill it. I came up with a plan for someone to distact it while I snuck in through the window back window of the basement and attacked it. Well-- My plan didn’t exactly go so well. It flung me back and slice open my stomach, but I finally killed the little fucker.” She closed her eyes, leaning back. “The house was on fire and I was still in the basement, I could barely walk. Lydia had to help me out even after we had just gotten into the biggest bitch fight ever. So, I was outside leaning on a tree, and someone had to break my arm so the healing process would start. And well--” She pulled up her shirt to show the scar across her stomach that was somehow still healing. “It hurt like a bitch.”