Isaiah Whitman

[ TEXT ]: Yes! That is me. [ TEXT ]: Yes. He’d been having predictions about my family being in the city after the barrier came down and I had him do a deeper one, to focus on what my Uncle’s intentions are but I don’t think they have to do with me. It looks like they have to do with her. [ TEXT ]: I don’t know why. She’s not a witch, and coming after Jamie would make more sense to hurt me. [ TEXT ]: We need to find her, if she reaches out make sure you get to her. [ TEXT ]: Let me know when you do because my Uncle will definitely be close to her if she is who he is after.

Lyn ➠ Isaiah

[ TEXT ] : Hey, can you come get me? [ TEXT ] : I’m not staying for dinner. [ TEXT ]: Sorry to change the plans and make it more inconvenient I just really want to see you..

Danger || Isaiah&Has

[ TEXT ]: Isaiah, it’s Hastalik, Lyn’s friend. [ TEXT ]: Jamie had a prediction with his cards and I think Lyn might be in danger. [ TEXT ]: I can’t get a hold of her, is she with you?

@isaiahwhitman

“He’s such a caring person. He really is protective of the people he loves, sometimes a little bit too much. But I guess that’s part of him.”

“I didn’t help him at anything. Maybe he just didn’t like you enough to put his skills into it.”

“At first, Isaiah was not supposed to stick around. He was just stopping by, I actually met him at this bar. He slept at my place one night, and things just escalated very quickly. It was really when I got pregnant that he decided to stay and join the pack. He wasn’t really into it at first, felt like an outsider, but he got along quite well with everybody.”

         Nicky felt reassured that Isaiah had some insight that might help keep any conversation the pair had calmer than what it could have been. The wolf liked Isaiah, he liked how the man wasn’t wanting for much, he could relate to it, to wanting a good amount of the simple things in life, the things that kept one happy. He offered up a small smile, “sounds like you’ve at least got the intention of a good plan.”

          Of course, the conversation concluded when it was so obvious at this point that the handsome warm toned man was looking at them, to the point he was directly observing Isaiah, not even Nicky any longer. It was, as Isaiah addressed him, so fucking clear his gaze was on the blonde man and that the gaze wasn’t just observational but…superior.

           “Just listening to you announce that you are a huge pussy whose girlfriend ran off from him,” Kaan chuckled, fingers running along the neck of the dancer who was laid before him, chest exposed and accepting Kaan’s dollar bills. Grazing along her jaw, Kaan stood from his seat, watching the man whose identity he knew but figured didn’t know his. What he did know was that Lyn wasn’t returning home any time soon. The phone of hers he’d cloned had made that as much clear.

              Kaan observed the body glitter on his fingers before his eyes shifted back to Isaiah. “Unable to protect her because you are a fucking coward,” Kaan practically spat, his accent thicker than he showed around Lyn, Turkish and Californian he definitely sounded a lot like Hastalik but Isaiah had only crossed Kaan’s nephew’s path once or twice, maybe he could see the similarities, maybe he couldn’t. “Do you even have a cock to fuck her with?” Kaan smirked, thinking of all the photos he presently had of the man’s girlfriend - ones Lyn obviously didn’t know he had - that he’d used to entertain himself. “Would she even let you if you did?”

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     Isaiah was not expecting to cut short his conversation with Nicky so quickly. In fact, he had expected to spend the night talking with the other wolf, clearing his mind, maybe listening to his own stories with the cute redhead, but visibly, the stranger sitting besides them at the bar had other plans. He knew that talking to him was probably not the smartest move, but he didn’t especially enjoyed the way the man was staring at him. And when he answered, Isaiah’s blood froze in his veins.

     “What did you fucking say?” He asked, glancing at Nicky, before returning his blue hues to the man. He had heard very well what he was saying. Standing up, he watched the dancer shoving her breasts in the man’s face, who was surprisingly more interested in him than the girl he was giving his money to. His jaw clenched, but he tried to contain himself. Maybe the man was just an idiot who had a little too much to drink. It was certainly not a good timing to start a fight, and he doubted Nicky would be too happy if he did.

     The stranger stood up, and Isaiah frowned at his comment, wondering what he meant by protecting her. For a short moment, he wondered if the stranger actually knew something he didn’t, or if he was only talking loud to make him angry. It sure was working fine, as the werewolf’s blood was now boiling. “Why are you so curious about some other man’s cock? Yours ain’t working?” He asked, approaching further, until he was close enough to clearly see the smirk on the man’s face. His last question finally made him tick, and Isaiah grabbed the man’s collar, his fist meeting the man’s face. One time, and then another time, before slamming his face against the bar counter. “For your information, I have no problem in the bedroom with the lady, believe me, that I can handle.” He paused, lifting the man’s head before slamming it harder against the wooden counter, letting out an amused chuckle. “But if you keep running your mouth like this, man, I can promise you’ll never fuck anything again.” 

         “I think someone would attack the dancers without hunters, sometimes people are dicks,” Nicky acknowledged, observing Isaiah glancing around, seeming to focus in one the other guests rather than the new dancer who was coming out on stage. The dancers were fortunately not unobservant themselves and could tell that while Isaiah was handsome he was too focused on Nicky to be a good tipper and kept their attention elsewhere, including the man who had been looking Nicky and Isaiah’s way.

          It was obvious from the first part of what Isaiah said that sure, he knew of Emmerich but he didn’t know what things had been like for them. “Sometimes you have to push people, no one likes being a burden,” he pointed out, giving Isaiah a slight smile because obviously Nicky had pushed Isaiah enough times to talk but even still Isaiah would insist the conversation would bore Nicky when it didn’t.

         Before he could explain about Em he looked back to the guy, his attention moving from Nicky and back to the dancer. “Probably just thinks we’re weird sitting by the stage and not watching the dancers,” Nicky chuckled to himself, but the laugh fell short because he really did not trust anyone who wasn’t a regular right now. “Maybe once he has some tits in his face he’ll forget about us.”

         Nicky took a sip of his beer, attention returning to the topic at hand. “Emmerich was really sick when Lyn and I were dating, well, he was really sick when they were younger but when we were dating he and their family were in the aftermath of it, making sure he didn’t relapse, all that kind of stuff, just Lyn, Em and their Mum. Lyn was in and out of school constantly because of it, practically lived at his bedside, kids don’t understand that, no one really understands it because how can they? What do you do when you’re fourteen and you start school at the beginning of the year, go to two days and then disappear for two weeks because your brother has surgery? You definitely don’t come back and tell all the kids all the shit going on in your life, you don’t make friends that way, so you smile and be nice and you know better than to do the same, you take into consideration everyone else’s crap. Lyn took care of her brother, never showed him how hard it was for her, never showed her mother how hard it was, because they both had it hard too, and then she has no one to turn to outside of them because she’s not close with anyone.” Nicky paused, taking a deep inhale because he was obviously not an easy person for her to have experienced any of this with, even simply the aftermath of it all. He was a quick fuck, easy to ditch for Em, but…he didn’t help her feel like she could open up when he was only around for a night or two. “If she’s acting weird it’s probably because she feels like whatever is going on is a burden to whoever she should be telling it to, whether it is or it isn’t, because they’re stressed or upset and she knows she can take that hurt on her own because she always has.”

             With the barrage of words that had come from his mouth Nicky needed another sip of his beer, finishing off the glass. “Just seems to me like her behaviour indicates more that something is wrong than that she’s doing something wrong. You’ve both got pasts, yeah? Maybe their just smashing heads a bit right now.” Placing his drink down the guy was still fucking looking at them… So weird.

                                                                 * * *

     Nicky was absolutely right about this point, people could be absolute dicks sometimes, and they didn’t need any reason for it. “Yeah, I’ve had my fair share of fights with drunk idiots in bars before. I’m not proud of it, but I’ve been that drunk idiot a few times too.” He laughed, shaking his head. And Nicky had also seen him more than wasted in this same bar, although he never really caused any trouble. He was a shitty tipper, mostly because he was too damn drunk to even think about pulling out his wallet, but he was not a bad person.

     Smiling slowly when the man mentioned pushing people, Isaiah looked down at the bar. He was not the type of person to insist when someone didn’t want to share their stories. He rarely shared his own. Surprisingly, Nicky had been one of the only people in town who heard pretty much everything without him showing any reluctance. Maybe he had this therapist kind of vibe in him, but he really doubted he could be as convincing if he tried to push Lyn to talk.

     They were now both looking at the odd man, and Isaiah chuckled at Nicky’s comment, shrugging. “Yeah, two fucking weirdos not enjoying the show.” He said, glancing at the man once again. He hoped the other werewolf was right, and that he wasn’t there to cause trouble. He definitely seemed strange, although he could not tell if the man was drunk, or just naturally weird. He preferred not to know,  and returned his attention to Nicky, who began talking about Emmerich.

     It was strange to hear about her past from someone else – her ex, more specifically – but he trusted Nicky. He didn’t feel threatened by him, or envious of him. He just listened, curious of what he would tell him, and as the story unfolded, he began to see a different side of his girlfriend. He could easily imagine her by her brother’s side. She was such a caring girl, always there for the people she loved, he wasn’t surprised at all. But he doubted spending time in the hospital with her brother was the same as comforting her best friend, or just him when he wasn’t feeling too well because of the stupid pressure from taking care of a pack. Hearing that she was probably not telling him about what was going on because she didn’t want to be a burden hurt him, but not as much as the thought that maybe something was really going on. “With the barrier broken, I’ve been very distant… And really a dick.” He scoffed, shaking his head. “I didn’t want her to leave the house without me, because I was worried something could happen to her. With everything that happened to my pack, I don’t want to lose her.” He explained, picking up his beer. “I really should talk to her. I should be the one she talks to when she’s not feeling well. Not the one she runs away from.”

     He glanced again in direction of the man, who was still staring at them, and turned to Nicky. He was apparently not the only one who had noticed that his almost obsessive attention was strange. Finally, Isaiah turned into the stranger’s direction and cocked his head on one side. “Can we help you, man?”

          Nicky didn’t find them boring, in a way he was envious, not of Isaiah and Lyn specifically but of how capable everyone else seemed of forming relationships. It wasn’t just Isaiah and Lyn, but even Kemper and Bella had something, Ryden content as he was. Nicky figured he was content, so maybe Ryden was happy, because that’s a little what it felt like he lacked, the comfortable happiness others were able to attain. “Well, even if you think it’s boring, my evening has been sitting here trying to make sure no one here is going to attack the dancers and so far I’ve only noticed how boring everyone else is, you’re form of boredom is a break from my present boredom,” Nicky noted, one of them handsome men he’d noticed earlier seeming to look in Nicky’s direction, maybe having heard what he said.

           The Bella of it all wasn’t much Nicky could speak to, he didn’t know a tonne about Bella beyond the fawning Kemper did that felt…surface on his end. Lyn however he did actually know, an easy focus. “Can’t say I specifically know what would have made her weird in this instance but I can say that I’ve experienced a Lyn that is maybe not being her usual self,” Nicky acknowledged. Obviously there had been a shift, she wouldn’t have been annoyed for a while and then suddenly dip if nothing had but Nicky wasn’t sure it would be about Isaiah.

          Adjusting himself in his seat, beer still in hand he looked to Isaiah, glad the guy felt okay to talk to him about her. If that was the case, maybe his insight wouldn’t insight jealousy. “She told you about her brother, yeah? Emmerich?” Nicky asked Isaiah, curious if they’d got to that point. “Because I don’t think she’d be cheating, that’s not really Lyn, we weren’t even in a serious relationship, didn’t even live in the same city, and she broke up with me before she did anything like that so…I don’t think Lyn is really going to do that to someone she genuinely has connected with. I do think how Lyn can react to things really comes back to Emmerich though.”

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     Isaiah scoffed and looked around the club as Nicky spoke, noticing himself the other customers, one specific man capturing his attention. He had already caught a glimpse of him when entering the bar, but it seemed like he was still watching them. Was he observing Nicky because he owned the place? He assumed it was the reason. Or maybe it was only his imagination, with everything going on right now. “Do you think someone would attack the dancers?” He asked, even if nothing would really surprise him at this point. Many were supes, and with hunters in town who knew what could happen.

     He frowned lightly when the bar owner mentioned having experienced Lyn not being herself. Picking up his glass again, the werewolf downed it, before reaching for the pitcher and filling it again. He was waiting for an explanation, which didn’t come. Until Nicky mentioned her brother, and Isaiah raised his shoulders. “Yeah, a bit.” He replied, trying to put the pieces together. She didn’t talk about him into details, mostly joking about him being the favourite child, and how he was a doctor, and had an incredibly shitty boyfriend.

     His eyes shifted from the bar to Nicky’s gaze when the man spoke again. He hoped he was right, even if he was still worried. If she was not cheating, what was wrong, then? “She didn’t tell me much about her brother. Basic stuff, the jerk boyfriend.” He could not really blame her to hide things from him, as he was doing the same. “I’m not pushing her too much to tell me stuff. I’d be in a weird position to ask her to tell me her whole life when it took me months to tell her about my dead family.” He added, turning his head to notice the strange man still looking at them. He turned again to Nicky and pointed subtly in the man’s direction. “Do you know this guy? With the way he’s looking at you, I think the redhead’s got some competition.” He joked.

[ TEXT ] :  I do… which is why I said I’d text you when I was ready, but you know how your reply sounded, don’t you? [ TEXT ] : okay… we’ll talk tonight.

[ TEXT ] : you don’t have to wait around. I can find my own ride home if you’re too busy. [ TEXT ] : I think by this point it’s overdue. [ TEXT ] : Yeah, you have a good day too, love.

[TXT] Can’t say I blame you. And I assume you told her why you were so freaked out about it. But there’s a difference between understanding something and living through it. 

[TXT] It’s not about where she’s better off, it’s about where she wants to be. 

[TXT] Give me like 20 minutes, I need to put on shoes and walk over. 

[TXT] Btw I was practicing my pecan pie, want me to bring over the result? B/c otherwise I’m going to eat the whole thing. 

[ TEXT ] : Bella’s making something special for dinner, so I wanna stay past that [ TEXT ] : I’d like that, can I text you tonight? [ TEXT ] : look, I know you had your reasons… we can talk about it tonight if you want

[TXT] Yeah, I hear you. This whole thing has been terrifying. But how long did you really expect her to stay cooped up? Especially when she probably hasn’t had to deal with hunters like you or I have.  

[TXT] Honestly, I don’t think I could explain it over text. It’s one of those split a bottle of whiskey kind of stories 

[TXT] Sure, but you can see why she might need some space from that

[TXT] I mean, a hunter almost killed me last year and I still couldn’t stay cooped up in my apartment for the whole time. I was losing my mind. 

[TXT] I think this one might actually be good complicated. Like, I wish Leo had never showed up, but I think it might end being good in the long run. I’d never tell him that obviously. His ego’s already big enough. 

[ TEXT ] : hey <3 [ TEXT ] : yeah, I think I’m ready [ TEXT ] : i miss you, too. see you tonight?