i won't turn my back on you

(I hope this is okay!)

It had surprised Scott that he’d been invited to meet a new pack - but, more than anything, it surprised him that a new pack was here in Beacon Hills. He didn’t expect for a new pack to be anywhere near Beacon Hills. At the same time, it worried him, because people were dying, due to a deadpool circulating around. Freelance hunters were taking out supernaturals for profit, one by one. He knew that there was the chance that, if more people came to Beacon Hills, they may get dragged into the trouble, and he didn’t want that for anybody - especially not an unsuspecting pack who probably knew nothing about it. He figured he could bring it up when he went to meet the pack, which was where he was heading to now, anyways. For now, he was walking there, though he had Isaac tagging along, just in case.

When the deadpool had come up, he hadn’t wanted to drag Isaac back into the mess, not after everything they’d all been through, but he worried that they’d all be in danger either way, so it was better to keep them all together. There was safety in numbers, that’s what he believed. Sighing out, he ran his hands through his hair as they got to the address and he looked to his friend, watching him for a moment, before he looked down to check the address, just in case. “Looks like this might be the right place,” he mentioned, lifting his gaze to scan over the house for a moment. For a moment, he wondered what kind of pack was inside, since he hadn’t met any of them yet - he’d just gotten the invitation in the mail, which honestly creeped him out a bit. He hoped they weren’t anything like the Alpha pack.

“Let’s hope this goes okay,” he said after a moment, looking to Isaac again, “Thanks for being here. I’d ask Stiles, but… I’m not sure what this pack is like and he’s only human, so I’d rather have a wolf who’s experienced, you know?” He offered a weak, worried smile before moving to the door to knock on it, though he glanced down at his phone to check the time. It looked like he was right on time and he breathed out a sigh of relief - at least that meant he wouldn’t seem like some rude guy as a first impression, especially if this pack ended up being a good one. They needed as many allies as they could get and he wanted to make a good first impression.

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For a while, Sari stared at herself in the mirror, frowning to herself. She wasn’t sure that she was all that eager about the dinner their father had set up with the True Alpha, though her father had mentioned that the True Alpha would be bringing a guest as well. There was a pit of worry in her stomach as she wondered why their father was even going through the trouble of doing this. Shaking her thoughts away, she turned to make her way out of her room to go see her sister. Pausing at Freya’s door, she hesitated for a moment before knocking lightly on the door. “Freya? Are you ready?” she called out through the door gently, shifting, unsure. The fact that they’d moved all this way just for the True Alpha didn’t make sense, but she didn’t want to mention anything.

It felt weird, too, though, being away from the rest of the pack. It was only the immediate family who’d made their way there - their parents and Freya and Sari. Aside from the four of them, though, the rest of the pack was still back home, waiting for the alpha - Freya and Sari’s father - to have them come there. While Sari was next in line to become the alpha, she wasn’t sure she wanted the responsibility all that much, especially if it meant suddenly moving to make friends with a new alpha, even if it was a True Alpha. She peered towards the clock at the end of the hallway, taking note of the time, though it made a small frown form on her features. They didn’t have much time before the True Alpha and his guest were meant to show up. “It’s almost time,” she said gently through the door.

A part of her hoped that the guests wouldn’t show up. She was sure they’d meet them eventually, when it came time for Freya and Sari to start school, but having the meeting seem so… Formal made her uneasy and nervous. Peering down at herself, she quickly ran her fingers over her dress to straighten it out in an attempt to make herself look proper. They couldn’t risk bad impressions if they were meant to talk this True Alpha into whatever alliance their father had in mind - or, at least, she assumed it was an alliance. What else could their father uproot them all the way to Beacon Hills for?

(It was perfect!)

Isaac wasn’t sure if Scott asking him to join him tonight was the best idea or not, he understood why the Alpha wanted to have a friend by his side when he was meeting a new pack who had arrived in Beacon Hills. But, was he the best person to tag along? He wasn’t sure he was, he wasn’t the greatest when it came to meeting new people. He also wasn’t the best at trusting people he didn’t know, unless that is why Scott asked him to come along. Because he didn’t trust easily, and he often went with his gut instinct. Isaac found it strange as to why a pack would travel to the small town now, they may have no idea what was currently going on in the town. How creatures were being hunted more often now, as money was at stake.

“You don’t have to thank me, Scott. We both know Stiles would probably say something that he’d regret,” Isaac grinned softly to himself as he stopped walking and stood in front of a nice looking house, Stiles tended to speak without thinking while Isaac was the complete opposite. He was naturally a quiet person, he liked to observe in silence and only speak when needed. Following his Alpha, he stood on the front porch as Scott knocked on the front door and then they waited. Isaac had no idea what to expect, so he started to expect the worst. Maybe this pack wanted to see how strong Scott was, maybe they wanted to hurt Scott and his pack like they have dealt with in the past. They could just be curious, apparently true Alpha’s were hard to come by, so Deaton had explained to them.

Shifting on his feet, he realised how awkward he must look, not that he really cared. He listened to two pairs of footsteps that were approaching the door, the footsteps sounded utterly different yet somewhat similar. Which usually meant siblings, but what confused him the most was their scents. Sisters, one a wolf and one wasn’t, yet she still smelt faintly like a werewolf did. His eyes watched as the door opened, and he swore he stopped breathing when his eyes landed on a brunette. She was gorgeous, anyone would agree, but he could also tell that she wasn’t impressed with anything. He couldn’t imagine what it would be like to suddenly move and be in a new town, hopefully she wasn’t annoyed that Scott had been invited over. “Hi… I’m Isaac, this is Scott.” Isaac wanted to kick himself, could he be anymore awkward? Probably.

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Freya was glad to be in Beacon Hills, to get away from her family if even just for a little while. She knew Sari didn’t feel the same way, but her sister also didn’t know how it felt to have the family treat her like she was nothing. Like she was the biggest disgrace to the family name, well only a few selected members of the Harvick pack treated Freya in that way, although it was a daily occurrence. For some reason Freya hadn’t been born with the werewolf gene, no one knew why or how, but she had and that put an ugly mark against the Harvick name. So, she was happy to get away from that. To not feel the blame and guilt of something that was completely out of her control, she didn’t choose to not receive the gene, it just happened.

She had just slipped on her shoes when she heard her sister knock lightly on her door, neither of them knew why their dad decided to go to Beacon Hills nor did they know why he wanted to meet this true Alpha. Freya knew true Alpha’s weren’t common to come by, it seemed to be enough for their father to bring them to the small town. Why he had invited the Alpha over for dinner, was also beyond Freya. But, he had ordered both the girls to be on their best behaviour for the time the Alpha was inside their new home. Opening her bedroom door, she smiled softly at her sister. Freya knew Sari wasn’t keen on taking over as Alpha once their dad stepped aside, but she knew her sister would be an amazing Alpha if given the chance to be one.

“I’m ready, you look nice.” Freya told her sister before she heard a knock on the front door, suddenly nerves filled her stomach. It wouldn’t take much for a werewolf to notice how differently she smelt, she hoped her not being a wolf didn’t offend the Alpha. Following Sari downstairs, she stood mostly behind her sister as she opened the door. Her eyes found two guys standing there, she had been expecting someone older. She knew the Alpha was young and still in high school, but he and his friend seemed to be their age. Isaac and Scott were their names, she instantly knew that Scott was who they had moved for. She might not be a werewolf, but Freya still knew an Alpha when she saw one. When Sari introduced them, Freya sent the boys a smile hoping it would ease their nerves. “Please, come in.” She spoke knowing her father would be close by, it had been his decision to make the girls answer the door as he tended to scare people away.

(I’m relieved! Also, since they’re all together, I’m combining~)

Sari offered a small smile to her sister and nodded. “You look great,” she told her sister quietly before she sighed out, straightening as she made her way downstairs to open the door. She paused, though, blinking at the sight of the pair, taking them in. She, like her sister, knew which one was the alpha immediately - the True Alpha. But, her attention was caught more by the taller male with striking eyes, and she paused for a moment before she cleared her throat and nodded. “I’m Sari. This is my sister, Freya,” she told them, looking between the two guys for a moment, though her gaze lingered once more on the taller boy, Isaac, “Welcome to our home.” Hearing Freya’s words, she shifted, moving out of the way a bit.

Scott was about to reply to Isaac’s words, but the door opening caught him off guard and he saw two girls standing there, one having opened the door, but it was the girl behind her that caused his mouth to go dry and he could have sworn that his heart sped up. She smelled human, which caught him off guard, but he found himself enjoying the scent regardless, though he wondered how she was a human in the first place. It was clear the pair were siblings - they smelled too much alike to not be. Of course, there were certain scents that came from them that made it obvious that they were different - not just the fact that the girl, Freya, smelled like a human with undertones of wolf, and that the other smelled like wolf. Freya smelled… More heavenly; she had a scent that made it hard for him to focus on anything else.

Eventually, though, he swallowed thickly and offered a small smile, nodding slightly. “Thank you for having us,” he mentioned as he made his way in, his eyes never really leaving Freya, and he took her in as much as he could, unable to really help himself. She was beautiful, perfect, even, and he wondered how in the world somebody like her existed. “And, thank you for letting me bring a guest. Things are a little… Crazy right now, so it’s always better to be safe.” Not just in case this pack ended up being a threat - which he was now figuring wasn’t at all true, not if somebody like her was in the pack, - but also because being alone left them as an easier target for whoever was racking up bounties for the deadpool. He wondered if they knew about the deadpool, he realized - he’d have to mention it at some point tonight. For now, though, he didn’t want to make things tense.

Sari forced her eyes away from Isaac, looking to her sister as she offered a small smile. “I’m sure dad’s waiting in the dining room for all of us,” she admitted quietly, hoping that this… Meeting or whatever it was would go well. While she still wasn’t all that happy about being here in Beacon Hills, a part of her was beginning to wonder if maybe Beacon Hills would grow on her, though she forced that thought away, not wanting to entertain it, because she knew exactly why she was thinking it now. Looking back to the guys, she motioned for them to follow before she grabbed her sister’s hand and led the way towards the dining room.

“Thank you,” Isaac murmured as he stepped into the house, he tried to hide the grin that was forming on his lips when he heard the increase in Scott’s heartbeat. Not that he blamed the guy, his heart would have been beating like crazy as well, if he knew Sari wouldn’t be able to hear it. He could, of course, brush it off as being invited into a pack’s home and not knowing what they were like. Or he could have blamed the stress from the Deadpool, but he had somehow made sure to keep his heart steady. However, Sari’s beauty was making him nervous. When he was nervous, he became quiet and reserved, so he was hoping Scott would be fine to deal with the family on his own as he probably wouldn’t be able to help out much. Not when the stunning brunette was around, his eyes tore away from her as he scanned the nice home. It felt warm to him, welcoming instead of the coldness that he constantly felt with his father.

Freya could feel her stomach tie itself in knots, Scott was gorgeous which she honestly hadn’t been expecting. She wasn’t even sure what to say, it was like words couldn’t stick on her tongue and it was a problem that she hadn’t experienced before. Her eyes had been on Scott until she felt Sari take her hand, her sister was right, their father would be waiting. Something else surprised Freya, neither boy looked at her in disgust because she was human, which they would have been able to tell by her scent. Briefly she glanced at Sari as they guided the boys towards the dining room, no matter how occupied she had been looking at Scott, she still noticed the way her sister looked at Isaac. Freya knew Sari had dreaded coming to Beacon Hills, maybe a certain werewolf would be able to change how she felt about the move to the small town. However long they were there for, as their father hadn’t given away much of what his plan was in meeting the True Alpha. She would have to wait until after this meeting ended, for her to talk to Sari about this, about the way she had been looking at Isaac.

“Ah, there you are.” Carlton had been sitting at the dining table, when he saw his daughters walk in, he stood up from the chair he had been sitting on. He was a tall man, over six-foot-tall, he held himself with power. It was an aspect of him that did make many fear him, but being an Alpha of such a large pack, made him powerful but he was also smart about the power he had. A trait that he hoped he would pass down onto Sari when it was time for her to take over being the Alpha, she still had so much to learn but they still had time for all of her training. “Thank you both for coming, I’m Carlton and this is my beautiful wife, Camille.” He grinned as his hand rested on Camille’s back, she was still the love of his life. He had fallen in love with her the second his eyes landed on her, back when they were teenagers. “Please have a seat, dinner isn’t far away. We shall talk over dinner, I hope you boys are hungry as there is a lot of food.” He didn’t need to ask for their names, Carlton already knew who the boys were. He had done his research on Scott and his pack before deciding to move his girls to Beacon Hills, he was a little surprised that Scott hadn’t brought his best friend along with him tonight. Not that it mattered who the True Alpha brought with him, all Carlton wanted was to meet him and earn his trust.

“We’re always hungry, sir.” Isaac mentioned as he glanced over to Scott, making sure that his Alpha was comfortable enough in the situation. He could feel the strength coming off of Carlton, it made Isaac feel tiny standing there in the same room as the Alpha. It reminded him of how he felt when he was around his father, after his father had come home drunk, it didn’t matter what Isaac did, everything he did set his father off on his abusive nature. How he was feeling now in Carlton’s presence, automatically made Isaac tense and rather weary of the Alpha. His eyes moved onto his daughters, one caught his attention more then the other. But neither of the girls seemed to possess the same aura as their father, which was something Isaac was glad of. If they started attending Beacon Hills High School, which he was assuming they would be, he didn’t want to have to start avoiding them, if they had the same feeling as what their father currently did.

Camille smiled with the introduction as she stood up, moving next to her husband as she nodded towards the guests. “We’re so grateful you accepted our invitation,” she mentioned easily, but she was very genuine in her words. She wanted to make Beacon Hills a home for her children, but she knew that wouldn’t be possible if the True Alpha didn’t want them there in the end. It was the True Alpha’s territory, after all - if he wanted them to leave, it was only right that they leave and respect that. “I hope we’ve made enough for everybody here.” She figured they had - after all, she often cooked for a large pack and this would just be the small group of six there. “In the meantime, I’ll go check on dinner, see if it’s ready yet.” A small smile graced her lips and she squeezed her husband’s arm before she turned to head to the kitchen to check the food.

While he watched Camille leave, Scott’s gaze found its way back to Freya and he watched her for a moment, unable to help it, before he looked back to her father, reminded he was there, and cleared his throat, nodding. “Uh, thanks for inviting us to this,” he said, watching the man for a moment. He didn’t have much experience in determining how to tell alphas apart, but there was something about this man that actually seemed to scream that he was an alpha. Even Scott felt a little intimidated, but he tried not to think about it too much. He peered over at Isaac for a moment, gauging his friend, before he made his way further into the dining room to take a seat. “Although… I’m a little unsure about why exactly we’ve been invited here,” he admitted carefully, not wanting to seem rude, but he was genuinely curious about the situation. It wasn’t often that they got formal invitations to anything.

Sari watched the pair for a moment, her eyes lingering on Isaac, though she forced her gaze away, aware that her sister might notice - or that her father would. The last thing she wanted was for the conversation to turn awkward. Moving over to her father, she sat down on his left, as their mother always sat on his right. “If you really are hungry, I’m half certain our mom prepared a four course meal,” she mentioned lightly to the boys, though it seemed like Scott was more interested in finding out why they’d been invited here than he was about the food. Of course, she couldn’t really blame him - she’d probably be just as curious about it all, too, honestly. And, she was sure both she and her sister were curious about what was going on, too, and they weren’t even the ones who’d been invited here. Her gaze drifted to her father and she watched him, wondering what exactly was going on.

“It’s great to meet all of you, by the way,” Scott mentioned, blinking when he realized that he probably seemed rude in not bringing that up sooner. He tried not to think about it, though, and hoped that the family would understand that the entire situation just threw him off and he wasn’t entirely sure how to act or what to think. “Sorry, I know we probably seem… I don’t know, ungrateful or very, very awkward, but this isn’t something we’ve really ever experienced before, so it’s a new situation.” And he was sure it might take them a little time to adjust to the situation, but he was trying his best to avoid making things any worse than they might already be.

Sari looked mildly amused, but she didn’t say anything. Instead, she peered over teasingly to her sister, arching a brow. Before anything else could be said, though, Camille made her way back into the dining room and began setting everything down for dinner.

Carlton watched as his wife disappeared into the kitchen, before moving his strong gaze onto the two young werewolves that had been welcomed into his new home. He liked that Scott was straight forward about wanting to know where he had been invited there, Carlton felt like that said a lot about the young boy’s character which made him more pleased with how his grant plan would turn out in the end. “I have invited you here tonight, simply so I could meet you. There aren’t many True Alphas in the world, especially none that are so young. I’ll admit, I was curious about you Scott.” Carlton spoke honestly as he was curious about the boy, although that wasn’t the reason why he moved his family to Beacon Hills. That was the story that he told everyone, and no one had yet dared speak up or question him about it.

Isaac listened to what Carlton said as he followed Scott over to the table, he grabbed a chair and sat down. He didn’t completely believe what they had been told, although he knew better than to speak up when he was in the Alpha’s home. Something about the whole situation felt off, he couldn’t say what or why he was feeling that way, but he was. Maybe it was the fact that Carlton gave him a bad vibe or slightly reminded him of his own father, or it could have been that Carlton wasn’t being completely upfront with them. Glancing over to his friend, he knew that is probably the only reason they would get of why they had been invited over for dinner. Isaac guessed that it would have to do for now.

Smiling, Isaac looked over to Sari when she spoke. “Who doesn’t like a four-course meal?” He grinned at her as he admired her beauty, he was feeling a little bold sitting at the table. He knew it wasn’t a good idea to check Sari out when her father was present, but he also knew all Scott had to do was tell the family to leave and they would. He didn’t pay much attention to Scott’s comment as he was more interested in the gorgeous brunette sitting across from him, “Are you starting school here?” He asked Sari as he hoped she would be, it would give him more of a reason to see her. Hell, even if she was home schooled, he would try to see her as much as he possibly could, with or without a reason. Freya glanced to her sister but didn’t say anything as it seemed like her attention was wanted elsewhere.

“It’s perfectly fine, Scott. But as a True Alpha, you should really work on how you present yourself.” Carlton commented before he stood up from his chair and strolled into the kitchen, to help Camille carry the dishes over to the dinner. “Please ignore him, he tends to just say whatever he wants. I think your doing really well, considering how my dad is.” Freya looked to Scott, she knew how her dad could come across to people that didn’t know him. So, she was impressed with how Scott was handing himself so far, “And it’s nice to meet you too.” She smiled as she too had been curious about the young True Alpha, simply because she knew how tough high school and being a teenager was. She couldn’t imagine what it was like for him, dealing with life and then being a True Alpha on top of it all.

“Help yourselves kids,” Carlton announced as he and Camille returned to their seats, the delicious aroma from the roast dinner filled the room. He was glad his daughters were taking a liking to the boys, he had hoped they would as it aided his plan nicely. “What’s it like living here?” Freya asked Scott as she put some roasted vegetables and sides onto her plate, if her dad was going to keep them there she wanted to know what she could expect. What the people were like is what she was mostly interested about, as she was hoping this would be a fresh start for her. To spend some time away from the judging eyes and disgust that she constantly felt from her extended family.

Scott listened quietly to the man’s explanation, not wanting to interrupt him, but also paying attention to each word in hopes that he’d be able to find something odd in the man’s explanation if there really was an ulterior motive to this entire situation. So far, he couldn’t really determine anything, but it still felt… Odd, like something was off or they weren’t getting the full story. He didn’t want to mention it, though, worried about how the man would react if he thought Scott was suspicious of him, especially if there really was something else going on with the entire thing. “Yeah, uh… Deaton, our emissary, he said that I’m the first in a very long time,” he admitted with a small nod, “Although I’m still… Learning how to be an Alpha to a pack in general, especially with being a True Alpha, too.” There wasn’t anybody he could learn about how to be a True Alpha, after all - Derek helped him with the Alpha aspect as much as he could, at least.

A small grin formed on Sari’s features when she heard Isaac’s words and she ducked her head to try to hide it, hoping to force it away because she didn’t want to really acknowledge that Beacon Hills might not be the worst place, after all. Plus, she didn’t want to get teased by Freya or for their parents to get protective or weird. “You have a point there,” she admitted with a small nod, “Though I think it’s especially true for werewolves. Humans enjoy four-course meals, too, but I think we’re better at really indulging in it and enjoying every bite of the meals, since humans can’t really eat all of the food offered up to them.” She shrugged gently, though, and lifted her gaze back up to watch Isaac with idle curiosity. The last thing she expected when it came to their father inviting the True Alpha here was for her to actually enjoy being around the True Alpha’s guest. “As far as I know, we are,” she confirmed with a nod, “Unless our father decides otherwise.”

Scott watched Carlton leave to help his wife, though his gaze went back to Freya, as his attention was easily captured by the beauty. Something about her called to him and kept him wanting to stay there and talk to her. And, he couldn’t seem to turn his attention away from her for too long - every aspect of her captured his attention, his senses. She wasn’t just beautiful, she also seemed to be attentive, since she seemed to be trying to ease his worry and awkwardness, and she was clearly kind. It made him smile a bit, as he figured that having her around would be good for him - and ultimately good for his pack, too. They needed nice friends, good people in their lives, and she clearly fit that need. “Yeah, thanks,” he told her honestly as he offered a small nod, “Really. It means a lot. I’m still getting used to all of this, after all, so hearing that small amount of praise helps a lot more than you’d think it would.” He grinned but leaned back in his seat, though he looked to Carlton and Camille when they returned before looking back to Freya. “Oh, uh… It’s… Crazy,” he admitted, shaking his head slightly, “Right now, there are people hunting down supernaturals in Beacon Hills for a deadpool. It’s part of the reason we agreed to come here tonight, actually - to let all of you know about it, so that you can stay safe.”

Camille blinked with the mention of it. “A deadpool?” she asked, looking around at them with concern before she settled her gaze on Carlton. Did that mean their daughters were in danger if they stayed there? While she knew they could ultimately take care of themselves - they’d been raised in this world and Carlton and Camille went to great lengths to teach their daughters how to protect themselves, - Freya was still very human and that filled Camille’s mind with further concern. She wasn’t able to heal like they were, so if something went wrong, what would happen to her daughter?

“Mom,” Sari said gently, watching her mom as she’d noticed the concern filling her features. “We’ll be okay. Really. We’ll look out for each other.” She looked to her sister, then, offering a weak smile. “Right, Freya?” Shifting, she moved to start putting food onto her plate, hoping to carry on with the night. If there really was a deadpool, there wasn’t much they could do about it except to leave or fight - and, since their father seemed certain about wanting to stay there, it left their only option to be fighting.

Isaac knew very well that he should be on his best behaviour, Scott wanted to leave a good first impression on the Alpha. He had assured Scott that he would be, but then his eyes landed on Sari and all thoughts of behaving vanished from his mind. If Scott wanted to scold him after the night, then he could go right ahead. But Isaac didn’t know if Sari was going to stick around in Beacon Hills, or if after tonight Carlton would pack his family up and take them back home. He might not get another chance to see Sari, that thought alone disappointed him. “Very true, but you didn’t see how much I could eat before I became a werewolf. I think you’d be really impressed if you had,” He grinned at Sari, glad that Carlton had left the table. Although Isaac was certain the Alpha was still listening in on what they were talking about, but surely, he wasn’t to blame. Carlton was the one who invited Scott and a friend over for dinner, it was Carlton’s fault that Isaac was even there sitting at the table.

“I hope you stay,” Isaac couldn’t take his eyes off of Sari, he hoped she realised that he was trying to flirt with her. Even though Scott was sitting right there beside him, but how else would Sari know that he was interested in getting to know her better if he didn’t flirt as much as he could. “Even if your father decides to leave, I could still show you around. Show you what Beacon Hills has to offer,” If Carlton did decide to leave town after meeting Scott, Isaac would make sure he spent as much time with the brunette beauty as he possibly could before she left with her family. It wasn’t just Sari’s beauty that captured Isaac’s attention, it was the feeling of wanting to know her that brought him out of his shell. The need he felt to continue talking to her, making her smile over and over just so he could see her smile light up her face.

Freya tried not to pay much attention to how her sister was reacting as she received Isaac’s attention, she didn’t want to embarrass her sister in front of anyone. So, she would keep her mouth shut until after Scott and Isaac left. Freya smiled when Scott thanked her for the praise she had given him, which hadn’t been hard for her at all. It was obvious he was still learning, it had been easy for her dad as her Grandpa had taught him how to be an Alpha was the second Carlton had been born. Looking at Scott, she listened to what he said about there being a Deadpool for the supernatural creatures living in Beacon Hills. Her eyes moved over to her mom who was clearly worried about this, “Of course. We’re always going to look after each other,” She assured her mom as she looked at Sari, they had both been trained in how to protect themselves since they first learnt to walk. Although it came easier for Sari being a werewolf, Freya was certain she could still give anyone a good fight if it ever came to that.

“Besides if this Deadpool is for the supernatural, then I’m really the safest one here.” Freya spoke honestly as she was human, her name wouldn’t be on the Deadpool list because there was no part of her that was supernatural. “Freya, not in front of our guests.” Carlton hissed as he sent his daughter a firm look, although he loved his daughters, he couldn’t help but have a part of him that despises the fact that Freya wasn’t a werewolf like she should have been. Freya glanced over to her father before she lowered her gaze and stared at her dinner plate. She bit her tongue as not to defend herself, it would have been clear to Scott and Isaac that she was human, from the second Sari opened the front door. Why she wasn’t allowed to bring it up was beyond her. Isaac suddenly felt extremely uncomfortable sitting there, inhaling deeply he looked to Camille, “This all smells and looks delicious.” He grinned as he busied himself with making a pile of food on his plate, silently hoping the tension in the air would disappear and they could enjoy the dinner that Camille had cooked for them all.

Sari tried not to look too amused with Isaac’s words, ducking her head slightly as she listened to him. “Well, I suppose it’s healthy for humans to have big appetites as well, so long as they don’t make themselves sick,” she said with a small shrug. As Isaac continued to speak, though, her gaze lifted with mild surprise and she watched him for a few long moments, processing his words. A part of her was sure that Beacon Hills wouldn’t be able to offer anything better than Isaac - something about him threw her off, drawing her to him more than she really wanted to admit. Still, she offered a smile and nodded slightly. “In that case… I may just take you up on that offer either way.” It would at least give her more of a chance to spend time with Isaac and she couldn’t help but to want to get to know him better and take that opportunity to spend more time with him, especially if there was the chance of them leaving.

Silently, Scott found himself watching Freya, a small smile on his features, though he couldn’t quite pinpoint what it was about her that had him smiling when they weren’t even currently talking to each other. Seeing that smile of hers was all he really wanted at this point, though. Hearing her words, he nodded, looking to her parents. “And, besides, my pack will help look after them as well,” he assured them, determined to keep that promise. “I’ll make sure nothing happens to them - my entire pack will.” Even though he could smell that Freya was human, it didn’t mean that she wouldn’t get hit in the crossfire, and he fully intended on doing everything he could to protect her from that kind of fate. They’d lost so many people already, after all, and had been unable to protect too many. He didn’t want to add anybody else to that list - and he certainly didn’t want to lose Freya at this point, not when he wanted to get to know her better.

Hearing Carlton’s later words, though, Scott paused with mild surprise, looking over at the man. In that moment, he had a sinking feeling in his gut, and, while he wasn’t sure what it meant, he couldn’t help but to worry more about Freya. Carlton clearly detested that Freya wasn’t a werewolf - just his single statement had made that much clear, and that made Scott look towards Freya with concern. Seeing that her gaze had lowered, he felt a slight ache in his chest for her, worried that she was upset, and he wanted to reach out to her, but he wasn’t sure what he could really do about it. “You know, my pack’s full of different types of people,” he mentioned quietly to her, offering a small smile, “Including humans. My best friend, Stiles, he’s human and there’s no way I’d be alive today without him. Humans are capable of amazing things and they’re underestimated, but I think you’re perfectly fine just how you are.”

Sari looked towards her father, a small frown on her features. Reaching under the table, she grabbed her sister’s hand and gave it a squeeze, hoping to assure her that it was okay. She never understood her father’s behavior change when it came to any mention of Freya being merely human. There was nothing wrong with Freya; she was unique in their pack and she deserved to be praised for that. But, Sari couldn’t bring herself to say all of this, not when their father was the alpha and defying him in any sense would likely come with consequences, even if they were his daughters. “Anyways,” Camille tried carefully, giving her husband a firm look, disappointed in his behavior, but also incapable of mentioning him, before she offered a smile and looked to the others, “Enjoy, everybody.” She nodded, motioning for them to all dig in, which Sari did quietly.

“Great,” Isaac grinned at Sari from across the table, he had to start planning what he’d be able to show her. He didn’t want her to agree with him and then be disappointed in him, if he didn’t deliver on what he was promising. And he wanted to give her a chance to have a good time, a chance at getting to know each other more, give her a chance to stay in Beacon Hills so they could see if a friendship could form, or something more than a friendship even. Isaac did fall silent however, after the way Carlton spoke to his daughter. Maybe it was because he and Scott were bitten werewolves, that they didn’t understand the reasoning behind Carlton’s sharp tongue towards his daughter. He did remember Derek mentioning that a family of werewolves saw things much differently than a pack of bitten werewolves, as most families had been taught a different way to think and be. But Isaac didn’t care about that, he desperately wanted to defend Freya but knew it would be better off if he stayed silent.

Feeling her sister’s hand squeeze hers, Freya returned the squeeze to let her sister know she was fine. Her father’s comment wasn’t a one off, but he usually kept it for when her mother and sister weren’t that close by. Of course, it effected Freya more than she ever let on. Because the disappointment didn’t stop with only her father, many in the Harvick pack loathed that Freya was merely a human and didn’t carry the werewolf gene like she should have. Lifted her eyes to look at Scott, his words sadly weren’t enough at that point. His pack could be made of humans, because his pack wasn’t related by blood. It wasn’t common for children of two werewolves, to not receive the gene. In fact, Freya hadn’t heard of any other children growing up human when her entire family were all werewolves. “Thanks,” Her voice was barely a whisper, she did appreciate what Scott was trying to do. He didn’t even know her and yet, he was wanting to comfort her and check on her. Much like she would expect from a True Alpha, it was a trait that her own Alpha didn’t possess.

Isaac waited until Camille gave them the go ahead to eat, before he started to shove the delicious food into his mouth. An awkward tension clung over their heads which made Isaac tremendously uncomfortable, “Have you two ever gone ice skating?” He asked hoping to break through some of the tension in the air, at the same time he wasn’t interested in being nice or talking to the Alpha at the head of the dining table. Isaac was putting all of his attention onto his daughters, as he was hoping to be seeing them more often. “We have a pretty cool ice rink here,” His eyes naturally fell back onto Sari, maybe he and Scott could take them ice skating. It would give Isaac a chance to show off his skills in front of Sari, and maybe it would also give him a shot at getting closer to her physically. She may after all, need some help once out on the ice.

Pushing the food around her plate, Freya suddenly wasn’t all that hungry but would take a bite here and there, to make her mom not worry too much about her. Glancing over to Isaac, she smiled faintly at him. “I’ve never been ice skating before,” She spoke as she looked to her sister, who had clearly taken a liking to the werewolf sitting opposite her. It was good to see, Sari had been harder to convince that Beacon Hills might be an okay town to be in. Freya hoped that Isaac may be able to convince her of that easier than what Freya could, or it could do the opposite if they were to return home shortly after the dinner. If their father wanted to leave Beacon Hills after that night, there was nothing that could be done or said by anyone to change his mind. So, if the girls did grow close to anyone in town, it would only cause them pain in leaving them behind.

Sari offered a weak smile to Isaac, though she still worried about her sister, and found herself peering over at her every now and then while she ate. While she was used to the pack’s behavior towards her sister, she certainly didn’t approve of it, and it always seemed to make things tense, but it was usually worse when it came from their father. Her attention was brought back to Isaac as he spoke, though, and she arched a brow, mildly surprised with his question. It was random, compared to the tension from the earlier slight outburst from Carlton, but perhaps it wasn’t random at all - Isaac had, after all, talked about showing her around and showing her what Beacon Hills had to offer. Perhaps the ice rink was part of that? “Um, no, we haven’t,” she told him, shaking her head in agreement to her sister’s words as she arched a brow while she watched Isaac for a few long moments. “I don’t think it’s even something we’ve ever talked about doing… It does sound fun, though.”

For a while, Scott’s attention was mostly on Freya while he tried to think of ways to make her feel better about things. Whatever her father felt about her not being a werewolf, it was uncalled for for him to act that way towards his own daughter and Scott wanted to take Freya’s mind off things. So, Isaac mentioned ice skating, thoughts raced through Scott’s mind, and they churned more when Freya said she’d never been ice skating before. Shifting, he thought about the idea for a few moments, letting it run through his mind and debating whether it was actually a good idea or not, before he eventually smiled to Isaac, then to Freya. “How about the four of us go to the ice skating rink after this, then?” he suggested after a moment, his eyes running over her features in hopes of noticing any reaction she might have to the suggestion. “I mean, in case you all end up leaving after tonight, you deserve to at least enjoy some time at the ice rink. And, if you get to stay, then you know a little about what to look forward to.”

“I think that’s a wonderful idea,” Camille said quickly from where she was, smiling to her daughters as she nodded encouragingly. “It will be a new experience for both of you, and it will be nice for you to not have to be cooped up in the house.” Plus, she figured that, if Freya and Sari left the house for a little while, it would give her some time to talk to her husband about his behavior, because she was still upset about it. The last thing she wanted was for their own daughter to feel ostracized by her own father. She didn’t want Freya to feel like even more of an outcast than she likely already felt, and she certainly didn’t want her husband to make matters worse for Freya. Perhaps Camille was overly protective of her daughter, since she hadn’t taken on the werewolf gene, but that was her little girl and she refused to let anybody treat her poorly.

Admittedly, Scott was mildly surprised to hear Camille encouraging the idea, especially when he and Isaac were strangers to the family, but he supposed that Camille acknowledged that he was a True Alpha, that he wouldn’t act nefariously towards Freya and he wouldn’t allow people into his pack if they were any type of cruel, so Isaac certainly wouldn’t behave poorly, either. Still, he nodded, grateful that Camille seemed to be okay with the idea in general. Sari shifted, staring at Isaac, then at Scott, then to Freya, unsure about the idea. She didn’t want to get too close, only to be taken away from here, especially when she hadn’t even wanted to be here in the first place. Still, she focused on her sister the most, curious about how she felt about the idea. “I’m okay with it if you are,” she assured after a moment, figuring she could leave the final decision up to her sister, so that it didn’t seem like Freya was pressured into any of it.

Freya felt deflated sitting at the dining table as she used her fork to push food around on her plate, although she was used to how many of her family treated her, it caused her the most pain when the comments came from her own father. Maybe her family thought she enjoyed being an outcast or wasn’t already constantly beating herself down because she wasn’t a werewolf, she has always been hard on herself because she was different than the rest of her family. She knew she was the biggest disappointment to the family name, it was the reason why she was kept a secret from other packs as it would only cause disgrace to their name and her father couldn’t have that. Her eyes stayed focused on her dinner plate as she wasn’t sure she could even force a smile onto her face at the moment, but when Scott mentioned that the four of them head to the ice rink after dinner, she did dare to raise her gaze onto the True Alpha. She would have nicely declined as she could feel her mood wasn’t helping ease the tension in the air, moving her eyes to her mother and then her sister, she sat in her chair and thought about it. She did want Sari to enjoy herself there, especially if their father packed them back up and headed home.

Isaac’s eyes moved between the sisters while he continued to shovel food into his mouth, he could see that Freya was contemplating the idea and he hoped she did agree. As it seemed like Sari left the decision up to her sister to make, he did agree with Camille as it would mean the girls could get out of the house and actually enjoy themselves for once. Honestly though, Isaac just wanted to spend some time alone with Sari, it was as simple as that for him. He wanted to talk to her without the fear of her father overhearing them, he wanted to know more about her as a person away from the pack she was born into. He didn’t care about the potential that she could be gone by the next morning, he didn’t want her to leave Beacon Hills but there was also nothing he could do to change what would eventually happen. There was a part of him that felt like Carlton would keep his family there in town, he didn’t trust the man for a second as something gave Isaac a bad feeling in his gut. He liked Camille already, she reminded him of Mrs McCall and his own mom before she passed away.

Freya couldn’t help but notice how silent her father was at the head of the table, normally she wouldn’t do much without his consent and permission. She wasn’t a werewolf, so she felt the need to do whatever her father wanted. To have some praise and love from him, when she clearly wasn’t receiving any considering she wasn’t born with the werewolf gene. She felt like she had to prove she was still a Harvick in other ways, that she was still worthy of having that name. “Yeah, that sounds great.” Her eyes looked at Sari sitting beside her, she knew her sister didn’t want to be there. She never agreed with going to Beacon Hills in the first place, so while they were there, she wanted her sister to have fun. Because once the dinner was over, no matter if they stayed or returned home, Sari wouldn’t be having much fun as she would be thrown back into school and then training. Freya hadn’t seen much of what the training was like, but she knew Carlton was going to be brutal in how he was going to prepare Sari for when it was time for her to take over the Alpha position.

Once Freya agreed to go ice skating, Isaac felt relief wash over him as he couldn’t wait until he could politely leave the house. Although some of the tension had vanished from the room, he could still feel how unsettled everything still was. He couldn’t help but glance to Scott, wondering if his Alpha also felt it or if it was just him. “Then it’s settled,” He grinned turning his attention back onto Sari, which is where he felt like his attention was meant to be. He still wasn’t entirely sure why he felt like he did after meeting her, he was technically a stranger to her and yet he was drawn to her. He had this deep desire to know everything about her, to be in her presence all the time. He wanted to learn from her as he knew he would, he was still new to being a werewolf compared to her. He couldn’t tell if she felt the same way but he prayed that she did, so he wouldn’t make an embarrassment out of himself and out of Scott. He didn’t want to be the cause of her leaving town or for Carlton to start a war between the two packs. “There’s also an ice cream shop down the road, it has the best ice cream in the world there.” He suggested as they could grab an ice cream or a hot drink there after they finished ice skating, he would suggest anything that would prolong the time he was able to spend with Sari.

Scott’s gaze didn’t steer away from Freya while he waited patiently for her to make a decision. A part of Scott just wanted to get Freya out of the house, away from her dad, because there was clearly some hostility there from her father and Scott knew Freya didn’t deserve that. Whatever was going on in this family, he didn’t think Freya deserved to be treated the way her father seemed to treat her - and if he was willing to act like this towards her in front of guests, Scott worried about how he acted towards Freya when nobody was around. His behavior had seemed to caught Freya’s sister and mother off guard, but Freya hadn’t seemed at all surprised by it, so he wondered if Camille and Sari were in the dark on how Carlton treated Freya. More than anything, though, Scott just wanted to spend more time with Freya and get to know her; he wanted to make her smile and laugh and he wanted her to be happy, even if only for the night, in case her parents decided that they would leave tomorrow. “Great,” he said with a broad grin when she finally agreed, “I’ll make sure you have fun, promise.”

Sari smiled slightly, watching her sister, and reached to give her hand a squeeze. She could see how much Scott was trying for Freya and Sari hoped that Freya could see that - that Freya could see that Scott was so clearly interested in her. With the fact that the rest of their pack treated Freya like a black sheep, she was glad that Scott seemed so quick to accept Freya how she was, and she hoped that it would give Freya even a little solace from the drama and disapproval that surrounded their pack. Still, when Isaac mentioned ice cream, she blinked as she looked over at him, watching him with mild surprise. “Ice cream sounds really good right now,” she admitted, a little childishly, but she smiled as she watched Isaac, pretty happy with the added idea, because it meant they could prolong coming back here. While Sari loved her family, her pack, she didn’t get to spend much time with people outside of the pack, so she was willing to spend as much time as possible with the others.

Camille listened quietly to the teenagers, watching the idly, though she smiled to herself, noticing the way the boys seemed so focused on her daughters. For a moment, she thought that her daughters needed this - needed something to be happy about. Whether things progressed between the four of them or if they just became really good friends, she wanted her daughters to be happy more than anything. She knew how badly Freya was treated by the pack, how they treated her like an outsider, and she wanted her daughter to find friends that she felt comfortable with, people that she felt she belonged around. If Scott was that for her daughter, she completely encouraged it. And, Sari had been so averse to the thought of coming here and was too used to being treated like a soldier, trained to take over the role of Alpha, Camille wanted her to find somebody who could let her be a teenager. If Isaac was that for Sari, she encouraged it as well.

“Once we’re all done eating, you two can go grab your coats or something before we go?” Scott suggested, looking to Freya as he offered a small smile, “It gets pretty cold in the skating rink.” And, since she was human, he wanted to make sure she stayed warm - but, also, they had to take coats, anyways, to avoid attracting attention to themselves. “And we all need to blend in. Hopefully, there won’t be anybody there, but just in case.” He nodded slightly, not wanting Freya to feel like he was singling her out, when he was just worried about her. But, he didn’t want to treat her differently for her to feel out of place. Sari listened to the suggestions and nodded as she finished eating. “I can go grab our coats?” she offered to Freya, looking to her sister with curiosity, figuring that, if she went to get them, the others could just take their time to finish eating instead of rushing.

Carlton had been staying silent as this is what he had hoped would happen, that the true Alpha would willingly want to spend more time with his daughters. He wanted the young boy to grow attached to one of his daughters, because he was going to use that to his advantage later on when the time was right. He would now need to wait before he could put his plan into action, but he wouldn’t be leaving Beacon Hills until Freya had been bitten and turned into the werewolf that she should have been born as. However, what Carlton hadn’t planned for was another werewolf to show interest in Sari, he had told her many times before that she didn’t have time for friendships or relationships. She still had so much to learn about what it took to be an Alpha, admittedly he did treat Sari as a soldier, but it was so she would be prepared for whatever she had to face when she took over being Alpha. Carlton could honestly say that he wasn’t impressed by Isaac, when Sari decided to marry another werewolf, she would need someone stronger than what Isaac looked to be. However, he would allow his oldest daughter to indulge in a night out this once, if only to keep his beautiful wife happy.

Freya smiled softly at Scott when he promised that she would have a fun night out, she hadn’t for a second doubted that she wouldn’t enjoy herself. It was just, she wasn’t used to going out with friends and doing stuff that other normal teenagers did. On the rare occasion that she did go out, it was with Sari and although she always enjoyed those special times, it still wasn’t something she was used to. Her cousins often went out with their friends, they got to spend time away from the pack and they had a social life, they even had a love life. That was all Freya wanted, she was human, she was a teenager and yet she wasn’t acting like one. Her eyes moved over to where Isaac sat beside Scott, “Ice cream is something she never says no to,” She grinned giving Isaac a hint to what Sari liked, if their parents decided to stay in Beacon Hills, she hoped Isaac would take a chance and ask her sister out on a date. Sari was the one who deserved that the most, she could see how all their father’s training was affecting her sister and Freya hated that she couldn’t do anything about it. She already knew Sari would be an amazing Alpha, she didn’t need to be constantly trained and pushed to her limits every single day.

Isaac couldn’t help but to grin to himself when he listened to what Freya had told him, he hoped that Carlton and Camille did decide to stay there in Beacon Hills. He wanted to use the tint that Freya had given him, he wanted to take Sari out. Show her his home, take her on dates to get ice cream, get to know everything about her. That could only happen if the family stayed there and allowed for him to see their daughter, he wasn’t concerned that Camille wouldn’t happily agree. It was Carlton that could get in the way of Sari being happy, he would do everything in his power to make sure that Sari was happy and enjoying herself for as long as she was in Beacon Hills. Nodding his head, he agreed with Scott as they needed to be more cautious now with the Deadpool list. He wouldn’t let anything happen to Sari, not that she probably needed his protection as he knew she’d be able to take care of herself. Though, that didn’t bother Isaac as he would still keep her safe at all times, no matter what. “Yeah, we’ll be finished soon.” He looked at Sari when she offered to fetch coats for herself and her sister, the sooner they got the girls away from their father the better. His eyes followed Sari as she excused herself from the table and left the dining room, taking the last few bites of his food it wasn’t long before he was standing from the table himself.

Freya noticed how keen Sari seemed to be about going out, so she ate all the food she needed to before she stood up and helped Isaac collect their plates. Leaving her parents to eat together as she took Isaac through to the kitchen, she quickly rinsed their plates under the tap before placing them into the dishwasher rack. By that time Sari had returned with their coats, Freya took hers and pulled it on. She grabbed her phone and some cash before glancing over to her parents, “Thanks for dinner, Mom. We’ll see you two later,” She smiled to her mom as she was excited about going to the ice rink, she wanted to spend time with Scott even though she barely knew him. He hadn’t judged her or treated her differently because she wasn’t a werewolf, it wasn’t often that she was treated so normally by someone. Stepping through the front door, she waited for her sister to follow her as she wanted to make sure Sari enjoyed herself tonight. She smiled when her eyes landed on Sari, Isaac close behind her. It was obvious they would make the cutest couple, not that Freya wanted to stick her nose in, but if Sari didn’t see how Isaac couldn’t take his eyes off of her, then she would make her sister see that.

Sari smiled when she rejoined the others, offering Freya her jacket before she tugged her own jacket on. Though it wasn’t necessary for her to wear it, she didn’t really want to attract attention to them. “See you later, mom,” she called out, not bothering to acknowledge their father after how he’d treated Freya. Peering up at Isaac, she offered a small smile, watching him for a moment, glad that she at least wouldn’t be a third wheel to Scott and Freya, because it was pretty obvious the two were already attracted to each other. “So, off to the skating rink, then, hm?” Grinning slightly, she watched Isaac for a moment longer before she headed out of the door firstly, mostly glad to just get out of the house. While they’d only recently moved in, it already always felt so tense inside and it always put her on edge, but she was used to it, when they had Carlton as their father, an Alpha at that; it was expected, she supposed. Breathing out with the thought, she focused her attention ahead.

“Thank you for dinner,” Scott told Carlton and Camille, offering a smile to them, “We’ll make sure to have your daughters back soon.” Nodding slightly, he moved to join the others, grinning at the sight of the others, though, when he saw that Sari was holding out Freya’s jacket, he moved over to take it. Holding it up, he grinned, obviously planning to help her put it on. “Are you looking forward to this?” he asked her quietly, hopeful to be able to show her what fun was like, because he wasn’t sure that she’d ever really experienced it with her father seeming so strict. If nothing else, as long as she was in Beacon Hills, he would go to whatever lengths necessary to ensure that she had fun and enjoyed herself, but more so that she got to be happy and that she was safe. Something still felt off about her father, but he didn’t want to dwell on it too much, wanting to just enjoy his time with Freya. “If you get nervous about falling or anything, I give you absolute permission to hold onto me.”

Isaac smiled widely as he looked at Sari, how anyone could be as beautiful as she was, was beyond him. He didn’t want to look away from her, but knew that he couldn’t stare at her. “Off to the skating rink,” He grinned walking over to the car that he had come in with Scott, pulling the keys from his pocket, he unlocked the doors. He opened the passenger door for Sari and held it open for you, “After you.” His grin became a little lopsided as he watched her, her movements were so graceful. He knew she would be an Alpha that so many would look up to, if he hadn’t already been in Scott’s pack, he would have done whatever he needed to, to be apart of Sari’s pack. If he was even allowed, he wasn’t sure if she would just be the Alpha over her family, most likely she would be. But Isaac didn’t know much about a pack made up of a family, he watched as Sari climbed into the car and once he had he shut the car door. Briskly, moving over to the driver’s side of the car, he climbed in himself and started the engine, “Are you ready?” He looked at Sari, he was definitely going to show off in front of her.

Freya looked at Scott when he held her jacket out for her, “Thanks.” She smiled as she let him help her with her jacket, “I am actually. It’s not often that Sari and I get to go out and have fun, especially now that Dad is training Sari so much on how to be an Alpha.” She looked at him as she was looking forward to spending some time away from her father, she could feel warmth come to her cheeks with Scott’s comment. “I’ll keep that in mind,” She smiled hoping that he couldn’t see her flushed cheeks as she headed towards the car, she wasn’t a werewolf, meaning she didn’t have the heightened senses that her sister did. She wouldn’t be as elegant as Sari on the ice rink. Climbing into the backseat of the car, she set the seat belt across her body and glanced over at Scott who sat beside her. She wished she knew what he was thinking, then she would know what he thought about her. She would need to ask Sari about it later, she always had been good at figuring people out.

Sari offered an amused look in response to Isaac's words and she watched him for a few moments, wanting to let herself enjoy the night, because she doubted she'd get many opportunities for things like this in the future, especially if she and her family ended up leaving. “Thanks, Isaac,” she murmured quietly as she climbed into the car - grateful for more than just the fact that he had opened the door for her, but also because he was giving her this night to enjoy herself, that she was getting to have a night of normalcy with him, even if she wouldn't get it often or maybe not even ever again. “Really. You have no idea how much this means to me.” She offered a small grin to him, watching him for a moment, before she focused on buckling up and she leaned back to relax. She offered an amused look, though, peering over at him. “Yeah, I'm definitely ready.”

Scott smiled, shaking his head as she helped her get the jacket on. “You don't have to thank me,” he assured her quietly as he watched her, enjoying seeing the smile on her features. “Well, in that case, I'll make sure that you get as many opportunities like this to enjoy yourself as I possibly can - I want you to enjoy yourself and have fun while you're here in Beacon Hills.” And, more than that, he wanted her to stay in Beacon Hills, so easily drawn to her and affected by her presence, but also worried about her because he didn't fully trust her father, especially considering how he acted in the house. Grinning, he followed after her, opening the door to let her get into the car, though he went around to get in the other side, buckling up himself as he examined her. “I can't wait for you to see the ice skating rink. I think you'll love it. It takes a bit of getting used to, but it's definitely worth it.”

“I kind of do know,” Isaac knew what it was like to feel like a prisoner in his own home, not to be able to hang out with friends after school or do anything on the weekend. After his mom died and his father started drinking, Isaac was too scared to do anything because everything he did do, angered his father and he would then get beaten or locked in the chest freezer. Now wasn’t the time to bring up his abusive father, he wanted Sari to enjoy herself and he wanted to learn more about her. All he wanted her to do was talk about herself, even if it would hurt him more if her parents took her away from Beacon Hills. He had been given this chance at knowing her, he wasn’t about to blow it as he had no idea how much time he would have with her. Once everyone was inside the car, he pulled out onto the street and headed towards the centre of town where the skate rink was. The drive wasn’t long and much too soon for his liking, he was parking the car and climbing out. Racing around the car, he opened the door for Sari, knowing he didn’t have to, but he wanted to. “Here we are, let’s go get some skates.” He grinned offering Sari his hand and hoping that she would take it, nerves seems to attack his stomach when she did. Her hand was small and warm but fitted perfectly in his, his fingers wrapped around hers as he guided her inside. Paying for their ice skates, he moved to a bench with her, so they could change their shoes and get out onto the quite rink which only had a couple of other people skating around.

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Doing anything with Scott would be worth it, Freya bit down onto her bottom lip to keep those words in mind. She was nervous about going to the ice rink, it wasn’t often, in fact it was never that she had the chance to do something that she had never tried before. All thanks to her father and his rules, but not only that, she was the only human among them. If anyone was going to fall on the ice, it was going to be her, and she didn’t want to embarrass herself in front of Scott. “I can’t wait,” She smiled at him as Isaac drove them through the town, Freya’s eyes moved to look out the window as she wanted to see more of Beacon Hills but was afraid if she did and she liked it there, it would hurt her when she had to move away. Knowing her father, it was only a matter of time before he tore them away from the town. When the car stopped, she climbed back out and looked at the building before her, it didn’t seem to be busy which she had been hoping for. She couldn’t help smiling when she watched her sister hold onto Isaac’s hand, she knew they would make the cutest couple if they were given the chance. With Scott beside her, she followed her sister and Isaac inside. She asked for her size of skates and took them into her hands, it was surely too late now to back out, considering Sari was already taking her shoes off and was tying the laces of her skates up tightly, Freya followed what her sister was doing while trying to remain as calm as she could. Once the heavy skates were securely on her feet, she slowly pushed herself up from the bench and could feel her legs wobbling as it didn’t feel nature to her.

Sari peered towards Isaac when she heard his words and, for a moment, she thought about asking him what he meant, but she new better than to pry. She did decide, though, that if Isaac ever decided to open up to her and tell her what he meant by his words, she’d be there to listen - so long as she and her sister and family got to actually stay in Beacon Hills, anyways. “If you ever wanna talk, Isaac, I’m willing to listen,” she promised eventually, wanting him to at least know that she was willing to listen, when he was ready to talk about it - as long as they got the chance to talk about. Offering a small smile before she watched the scenery pass during the ride. When the car came to a stop, though, she was mildly surprised to find Isaac opening the door almost before she could even reach for the handle. “Oh, uh, thanks,” she murmured, offering a small grin before she placed her hand in his, her heart swelling slightly with the contact. Climbing out of the car, she couldn’t help but to lace her fingers through his, giving his hand a gentle squeeze before she followed him inside, only releasing her hold when she sat down to put the skates on.

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Scott couldn’t help but to watch Freya, his expression softening as he watched her, though he grinned to himself, admittedly just enjoying the sight of her, wanting to never forget it, especially if she ended up moving away. “Neither can I,” he told her honestly, offering a small grin as he examined her. Once they’d arrived at the skating rink, Scott had gotten out to join at Freya’s side, since she’d gotten out before he could open her door. He offered his hand to her, though, just wanting the contact, and he offered a small grin. “I think you’ll have a lot of fun here. And I’ll make sure you don’t end up falling.” And, despite himself, he couldn’t help but to wink at her teasingly, though he hadn’t bothered to really hide that he was trying to flirt with her. He knew it was probably a bad idea - there was the chance she’d be leaving, after all, and her father seemed rather intimidating, so he wasn’t sure that anything would even be allowed between them, if she even got to stay. But, then, he didn’t generally let obstacles get in the way of him going after something that he wanted. After he’d gotten his skates and gotten them on, he watched Freya, offering a smile as he watched her stand. “You ready to give this a try?” he asked, shifting to stand up as he took her hand gently in his, giving her hand a squeeze before he carefully led the way to the ice. “Just remember, I’ve got you.”