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Brooke was walking back from the restroom when she heard it. The distinct, distant sound of a roar. She turned and looked down the empty hall. Her heart raced when she heard it again. Without another thought, she takes off down the hall and around the corner.

Just as she rounds her second corner, she makes eye contact with Scott. The two rush over to one another and stop in front of the janitor's closet that was blocked by the vending machine.

"Who is that?" Brooke asks

Scott grunts as he begins pushing the machine away, "It's Isaac."

Brooke's eyes widen as Scott finally unblocks the door. He yanks the door open and rushes in. He grabs Isaac by his shoulders and shoves him out. Brooke jumps out of the way as he lands at her feet. Scott quickly kneels down and places his hand on Isaac's chest. Isaac's eyes glow yellow and he growls.

"Isaac!" Scott growls. Isaac breathes heavily as he stares back at Scott. His eyes fading back to their blue as he relaxes. As Scott stands, Isaac scurries back toward the wall.

Brooke kneels in beside him and grabs his face, "Are you okay?"

"Allison." Scott says taking her arm in his hand

"I'm okay. I'm fine." She says

"I'm sorry, I didn't-" Isaac stammers, "I didn't mean to do that."

"I'm okay."

"I'm so sorry." He says as Brooke runs a hand through his hair

"It's not his fault."

"I know." Scott says turning to Brooke, "I guess now we know they want to do more than get you angry. They want to get someone hurt."

"So what now? Because if they're willing to make him attack Allison, we have to do something." Brooke says before raising her brows, "Are we gonna do something?"

"Yeah. I'm gonna get them angry. Really angry."

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"How long is this gonna take?" Isaac says

Allison looks up from beside Aiden's bike. She stands up and turns it on. As soon as Isaac climbs on, she steps forward, "Okay. Pull back with your left hand. Kick down to put in gear. Front brake. Throttle." She says putting her hand over his and revving the engine, "Back brake for stopping." She glances over and Isaac looks up at her. He hadn't seemed to notice how close they were, too focused on the bike itself, but Allison did, "Try not to crash."

"Yeah. Been there, done that." He scoffs

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"Okay, everyone. I know this is the last class of the day. To be honest, I want to get out of here too." Ms. Blake says. Scott looks over and nods toward Brooke, secretly letting her know Isaac and Allison had the bike.

When the twins take their seats, Scott smiles at them. He begins pulling out bike parts, grabbing their attention, "That looks kind of important." He pulls out another part and chuckles, "I have no idea what that thing does."

They then hear the rumble of a motorcycle. The next second, Aiden jumps up. Ethan sits up quickly, "Wait. Aiden, don't!"

The students rush out following Ms. Blake. Eager to see what would unfold. As they turn the corner, Isaac backs away toward them. Aiden stands with his hands on the handles of his bike.

Ms. Blake's steps slow and her jaw drops, "You have got to be kidding me. You realize this is gonna result in a suspension."

A satisfied smile takes over their features as Aiden looks over at them.

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After getting a text from Stiles, Brooke found herself in the band room with Lydia, Stiles, and Deaton. Trying to find any information on the teacher after he hadn't shown up to class. Deaton listened to the recording left on the phone before turning to Lydia, "Can we get a copy of this?"

She nods as she takes the phone from him. Stiles looks up from behind the desk, "Hey, doc, any help would be, you know, helpful."

"Each grouping of three would have its own purpose, its own type of power. Virgins, healers, philosophers, warriors..."

"Wait, wait, wait, wait." Stiles says, "Warrior, could that also be like a soldier?"

"Absolutely." Deaton nods. Stiles holds a picture he found of the teacher and his wife. The man dressed in a military uniform.

"Kyle was in R.O.T.C. with Boyd." Brooke says, "That's got to be it. That's the pattern we were looking for."

"Where's Boyd?"

"He's probably home by now. I'm gonna try and get him on the phone." Stiles says pulling out his phone.

Deaton notices Lydia's distant look, "Lydia? Something wrong?"

"No, it was..." She says, "I mean... I just thought of someone else with a military connection.

"Who?" Brooke says

•••

Brooke stood beside Stiles as he looked through Mr. Harris' desk. Deaton looks over, "This is just one of many possibilities. He could have simply left for the day."

"Yeah, well... Not without this." Stiles says holding up his bag. He grabs the papers sitting on the desk and frowns.

"What?"

Stiles turns the paper over to them, "This test is graded 'R.'"

"This one's an 'H.'" Brooke points

Deaton takes the papers from them and riffles through them. He then places them down in a certain order before placing his hands on the desk. Brooke frowns at the unfamiliar word, "Stiles, you remember I told you "druid" is the Gaelic word for "wise oak"?"

"Yeah."

"If a druid went down the wrong path, the wise oak was sometimes said to have become a dark oak. There's a Gaelic word for that as well... Darach."

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Hours later, Brooke was in her room. Her hair was damp from the shower she had taken a little while ago. Her TV played a random show quietly while she did her homework. The rain pattering on her windows added to the calm she had created in her room.

The calm was quickly interrupted by a frantic knocking on her window. Brooke looked over with a frown. She set her pencil down as she stood up from her bed. She approached the window slowly. She jumped slightly as the knocking came again.

"Brooke? It's me."

Brooke's steps quicken and she yanks her curtains open. A gasp escapes her lips as Isaac stared back at her. She hurries to open the window, "Isaac, what the hell are you doing?"

"I'm sorry." He says with a slight pant, "I can tell you as soon as I come in."

Brooke steps out of the way allowing Isaac to climb in. She shuts the window and closes the blinds after he clambers in. His bag was set beside him. He looked down at himself, "I'm sorry. I don't mean to get water everywhere."

"No, it's- it's okay." Brooke says tucking her hair behind her ear, "Um, I'll get you a towel."

She walks out without another word and returned shortly with two towels. She shuts the door before handing it to him and placing a towel under his bag, "What happened? Why'd you walk all the way over here in the rain? I could've come to get you."

"It was a last minute thing." He says drying himself off. Brooke frowns, "Um, Derek kicked me out."

"What?" She exclaims, "What do you mean he kicked you out?"

"I don't know. He says he doesn't have room for me." He chuckles though Brooke knew there was no real humor behind it.

Brooke's jaw clenches before she shakes her head, "Um, I think I have some clothes here from last time, so you can shower."

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It wasn't long after that Isaac came back into the room dressed in sweats and a t-shirt. Drying his hair with a towel as he looked over at her. He knew by the look on her face that she was probably more upset than he was. He sets the towel in her basket before walking over, "What's wrong?"

"I'm gonna kill Derek." She says making him let out a chuckle, "I'm serious."

"I know you are." He says lying back in her bed. He shrugs, "I'll figure something out. Maybe I can ask Scott or something."

"You shouldn't have to do that. He has an entire loft with two people in it. Why is he just randomly deciding now to kick you out?"

"I don't know." He mutters. He sits up and leans on his elbow, "I'll figure it out."

Brooke looks over at him, "Will you tell me if Scott ends up not letting you stay?"

He hesitates, but then nods, "Yes."

"You hesitated."

"No-"

"Yes, you did." She says, "Isaac, I don't want to find you sleeping on the street or something."

"You're not going to. Scott's not gonna say no, okay? I'll be fine." He says as Brooke tilts her head. He sits up and scoots closer, "I'll be alright."

His hand comes up and cups her cheek before his thumb glides softly against her cheek. Her eyes flutter as she lets out a sigh. His thumb travels down and grazes her lip before he leans in and kisses her softly. Brooke's hand comes up and grabs his wrist.

Isaac pulls away and places his forehead on hers, "I love you."

"I love you, too."

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