Catching Feelings

Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Our New Aussie

[ Isaac ]

"Derek, something happened today at school."

His alpha sat there, surfing aimlessly through a table of books. "What would that be exactly?"

"Trinity had this gnarly bruise on her face." Isaac stated hesitantly, sounding kind of pathetic, even to his own ears. "Kinda of like mine, before you turned me."

Derek shut his book forcefully, turning to face his beta with crossed arms. "I know, she ran into a wall."

"No," Isaac drawled out, brows furrowed at Derek's words. "She got hit by a ball on her way home."

Derek's face suddenly hardened, his features cold and stony. "She told me she ran into a building. What else happened Isaac?"

"Well, when class was over, she basically ran out of there, but Scott and Stiles stopped her." Isaac paused, hesitantly looking up at the man. "Derek, she knew about the bestiary and she knows what's in it."

"Maybe we need to pay a little visit to our new aussie." Derek and Isaac drove to her home, telling the curly haired boy to stay in the car until he was needed.

He walked up to her house door, knocking and waiting for her to come answer. "Who are you?" A man answered, his eyes dull and stern, his hands were clenched in tight fists by his sides.

"I'm here for Trinity."

The brown haired man, who looked around his mid-thirties, early forties looked Derek up and down. "You look a bit old to be talking to my daughter."

"I'm only a few years older than her." He answered, a smile on his face, a part of the show Isaac assumed. "But, is she here?"

"No."

Isaac strained his ears to hear a third heartbeat upstairs, with the slight sound of sniffling. "Derek someone's upstairs." The words reached the alphas ears easily, forrest green eyes darting to the staircase inside the home.

He gave a subtle nod, eyeing Trinity's dad crucially. "Well, can I wait until she gets home?"

"Not a good idea, she's not going to be back until late."

Derek seemed to be trying to stall long enough to find a way to get in the house. "Sam, what do you want for dinner?" Trinity spoke softly as she walked down the stairs.

"You should've had something being made the second you got home."

She nodded, not realizing Derek was there, seeing as her eyes were towards the floor. "I'm sorry."

"Your friend stopped by, please see to it that he leaves." Sam pushed past Trinity, looking down at her expectantly as he walked up the stairs slowly.

"Derek, you need to go." Trinity urgently told him, pushing him back from his chest.

Isaac watched from afar as Derek grabbed her wrist, not letting it move away from his chest. "Did you lie to me about how you got that bruise on your face yesterday." Trinity's blue eyes widened, pushing Derek out of the house and quietly shutting the door.

She crossed her arms nervously, glancing at the door worriedly. "I told you, I was riding my bike and I lost control and ran into a tree."

"You said you ran into a wall."

"Look, wall, tree. Same difference, please leave Derek. I can't talk to you right now." The blue eyed girl turned the doorknob to get back in the house.

"Trinity—"

She walked into the house, leaving the door half open to talk. "I need you to leave and don't come back or you're going to get hurt." Her voice suddenly turned softer than her previous firm tone. "Please go." Trinity shut the door, and Derek walked back to the car.

"See what I mean, she lied about the bruise." Staring at the distracted alpha beside him, Isaac spoke. "What?"

"Did you smell that?" He asked, looking back at the house.

"What?"

"That man in there, her father. He's not human. His scent is so strong, so dominant, too dominant to be human. It's too strong for people who've lived there for only two weeks."

Isaac slowly began to acknowledge what was being said to him. Truthfully, he hadn't noticed, the beta was still trying to get a grip on the new abilities he as gifted with but either way he listened earnestly to what Derek revealed. "Do you think he could be the kanima?"

"No, the kanima doesn't even have a scent. This is different, he's one of us."

Looking in the window of their home from afar, Trinity was walking past the living room window where her father was sitting just watching her cook. "Who was that Trinity?" Both werewolves eavesdropped on the conversation with baited breath.

Her heartbeat sped up quickly as she chopped furiously at the vegetables on the chopping board. "Derek? He's just someone I met in the woods when I was running."

"I don't want you talking to him anymore." He sternly ordered. "He's not safe Trinity, you stay away from him, I mean it."

It was silent inside her house for a minute. "May I ask why you think he's not safe?" Trinity timidly asked. From outside, they could smell the fear radiating off of her.

"No!" Sam yelled furiously, his heavy stomps echoing across the room. A loud slap sounded from the house, and his voice lowered to a deadly whisper. "I gave you an order Trinity, you follow it or I will kill you in the most painful way possible. Do you understand me?"

"Y-yes."

"Good." Sam trotted up the stairs stopping once to look through the window, a sinister smirk on his face as he saw the wolves. "Make sure you have dinner done soon. I'm starving."

Derek growled lowly, driving away from her house with such speed Isaac was forced to hold onto the 'oh s**t' handle for assurance that he wouldn't spontaneously fall out of the car. "I should've know something was up!"

Isaac stayed quiet as Derek scolded himself out loud. "It's not like we could've done much Derek. Even you could feel the power radiating off of him. Whatever he is, werewolf or not, he's powerful."

"I know." The green eyed man agreed. "But that's not my only concern. What I want to know is, if he's some mega-powerful supernatural being, why the hell did he come to Beacon Hills? What's here for him that would warrant for him to move halfway across the country?"

The curly haired boy pondered his thoughts, going through the possibilities in his head. "Maybe it's not what's here for him. What if what's here for her." Derek's thick eyebrows furrowed. "What if something is here that will set her off? If her father isn't human, chances are she's something too right?"

"I surely hope not."