Isaac's POV

Did Lydia actually just ask me if I was fighting crime as a power ranger? Did she know? That was going to be super bad.

Now I know that Stiles and I aren't on the greatest of terms right now, but the team needs to have a meeting right now. If Lydia knows then Jackson might know, and we're not supposed to let anyone find out about this. It's what the secret in secret identity means. Not telling people.

So I pulled out my phone and texted a new group chat.

Isaac - Code Red

Isaac - Meet in my room right now this is actually serious

I put my phone away after that last text message and practically ran to my bedroom to beat them there.

I didn't beat them all there. Allison managed to get there before me even though last time I checked, she was passed out on the couch.

Erica and Liam filed in not long after, but Stiles still wasn't here. I saw in the message thread that he read it so I know that he knows what's going on. Or at least that there's a code red. He's purposefully not coming to my room. I mean he had every reason not to judging on how I almost killed him.

"Can someone get Stiles?" I asked impatiently.

"Chill out Isaac. No need to try and strangle me again. I had to say goodbye to my girlfriend." Stiles said creepily monotone as he walked into the room and sat next to Allison.

He didn't look scared of me which was a good thing. The bad thing though is that he looks definitely ticked. Like really ticked, which is never a good thing with Stiles. With Stiles, if you make him mad enough, he'll keep it all in until one day he explodes and breaks a window.

Not that it's happened before....

"I think Lydia is onto us."

They all dropped their jaws, but before they could even say anything we heard beeping from our watches. Where did these things even come from? They definitely weren't there before.

Stiles seemed to get it way before any of us and pressed the button.

"What's up MG. Your favorite blue ranger here. What can I do for you."

There is no way that Stiles just called Master Gaylor MG.

"Stiles, never call me that again, and you are far from my favorite on this team. But there is a monster attacking the city. I will teleport you there now."

Just like that we were in the middle of times square. Maybe he could give us more of a warning next time?

"Rangers!" Only then did I realize that we had morphed.

Did we even call it? Or did it just happen on it's own.

"ISAAC GET OUT OF YOUR OWN HEAD AND HELP US PLEASE!!" I heard Erica suddenly scream. Only then did I realize the amount of foot soldiers running at me, and how many of them were attacking the others.

They all seemed to be surrounding the monster we were sent to fight. Almost like they were being sacrificed to help the monster stay hidden for longer.

"ISAAC!" I suddenly looked up to see that my friends were being held down by these foot soldiers.

"Well well well. That was a lot easier than I thought it was going to be. Are you guys really new, or are you just that pathetic?"

I could feel the anger surging beneath my skin. It was almost uncontrollable in the sense that I didn't know where it was coming from. If anything, in this situation I should be scared, not murderous.

"Isaac. Your anger levels are rising. If you want to win this fight then you need to calm down."

"Ugh! This is pathetic!" I heard Stiles yell suddenly and then the foot soldiers dropped dead and he blasted the monster across the area.

Stiles's POV

It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do seeing as my magic is unpredictable and can be very explosive, but I didn't see any other option. All of us were pinned and Isaac froze. To make matters worse, it looked like he was frozen in anger, but we didn't have the time to wait for him to thaw out. This had to be taken care of.

"You think you can come into this city, send your little foot soldiers onto us, and get away with it?" I could feel the magic making it's way through my body as I felt the power growing.

"This city is protected by me. Which means it's also protected by my team. You know what we do to people that threaten the safety of the city we protect?"

This was rhetorical, which means I wasn't going to wait for an answer. So I sent a blast of magic into him and kept going until he legitimately exploded. Like actually exploded.

But I didn't want to stop. Using my magic which I hadn't used like this in a long time, felt amazing.

"Stiles?" I turned around to see Erica approaching me.

By the tone of her voice, she didn't sound particularly mad. She just sounded scared.

I hated it when my friends were scared of me. But that didn't matter at the moment. All that mattered was using my magic again. I don't care what I had to use it on.

So I looked around until I saw a hotdog cart and blasted it through, not into through the wall behind it.

It felt great.

"Alright. Let's get back to the command center that way we can get home. Jackson is making chili and if we're late he won't give us any." I tapped the button on my wrist cuff and teleported back to the command center before they could even say anything to me.

Once they find out that I'm not going to stop using my magic they'll freak out and I know they will. It's not like this hasn't happened before. Think of it like, how a drug addict can be clean for so long, but if they relapse they love the feel of it even if it's hurting them. It's the same thing with magic. It's incredibly taxing on the body, but it's really fun to use.

Let's just hope they don't go crazy like they usually do.