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“You think I have a pretty face huh?” the wolf teased as he leaned on the breakfast island in the middle of the kitchen. A lopsided grin on his features. “How about we test how pretty you find it hmm?”

He really didn't know where to go or what to do. Which is why he decided he would go to the one person who somewhat tolerated him. Noelle. Now it wasn't exactly like they were best friends, but she tended to not overreact when Deshi got protective. Which is why he was knocking on her door with a sly grin.

Allison had been on the trail of this particular hunter for a couple of weeks now.  A few months ago she’d found an old Argent safehouse, and in it a ledger of Gerard’s that had provided a nice list of the kinds of men he’d considered trusted allies.  Men who had shared his ideas about power and those who were different from them.  Of course they’d all been in the game for quite a while, so tracking them wasn’t exactly a cakewalk.  But she’d finally caught up to this one, prowling through the woods outside the cabin he was staying in with her eyes glowing faintly silver like they always did as she closed in on the end of a hunt now.  With her bow drawn and each step across the leaf-litter beneath her feet almost unnaturally silent she drew closer, not yet realizing that she wasn’t the only predator stalking this particular prey.

“You could try and sound a little less surprised when I say I’m a scientist. I can also be a badass, too.”

“---You ever just feel trapped?” The words came out of nowhere in the comfortable silence that had been between them. “You don’t want to be here, you don’t want to be in Beacon Hills... but you can’t leave. You can’t leave because people need you.” Even though people hated Theo quite a bit more than they did Isaac. They didn’t hate Isaac, at all. Theo knew he deserved the hate, but he still felt trapped.

Anyone on the Isle who needed something more advanced than a dagger or bow and arrow knew where to find her.  Not that she wasn’t defended from unwanted intrusions even still.  The warehouse was littered with booby traps and she carried more than one nasty toy on her person to discourage anyone who might take advantage.  After all, as a girl without a gang she had to be extra careful.  She didn’t even have familial protection, as content to ignore them as they were to ignore her.  She lived and worked out of the warehouse, completely on her own.

     "isaac,"   his name is a drawn out whine as stiles moves through the living room, promptly plopping down on the couch and sprawling out. the other doesn't even budge, even when he drops his head in the wolf's lap. wide honey brown eyes blink up at him, pausing only a moment before he squirms and pokes the leg under him.   "i'm bored. let's go for a drive."   everyone had warned isaac when he agreed to rent an apartment with stiles that he'd regret it eventually, but so far in the almost year that they'd been living together they'd managed not to bite off each other's hair.

“I’m not really the most qualified to take anyone anything kiddo.” Malia’s hand were on her hips. Regardless to how much she actively avoided the pups, one always seemed to slip through the net. The same one, every time. Little Luna, whose scent reminded her of Derek and Peter’s. “Isaac might be able to show you though?”