Earthshine

“So why are we here again?” Rowan asked leaning against a leather chair seated in the dressing room.

“Because, there’s a rave, and we are going.” She hummed from behind the door. “Now, what d you think of this one?” Lydia stepped out wearing a form-fitted lace dress.

“Lydia this is an underground party. Not a house party hosted by the rich and famous.” Rowan sounded with a bored uneven tone. The strawberry blonde straightened up.

“Fine, then what are you wearing?”

“I’m not going.”

“Oh yes you, are. And here is your ticket.” Lydia smiled fanning out two yellow tickets between her recently manicured fingers.

“I don’t do parties.”

“Oh come on, we need a little fun. Everyone is being super freakish and I need a break from all of it.” She flipped a piece of hair back towards her ponytail.

“Fine, but no more after this. I probably won’t even stay the whole time.” She rolled her eyes, giving into her friend’s request.

“Great, now what to wear?” Lydia perked up and pranced back into the dressing room, sifting through a large pile of clothes stacked up in the corner. Rowan stepped out for a minute grabbing an outfit she knew Lydia would agree with.

“Here. Try this. It’s what everyone will be wearing, but in your style.” Lydia cocked an eyebrow at the outfit. The hangers fell slack in her hands.

“If you say so.” Rowan shrank back into the seat. Her mind had been drifting back to the events at the school. She could still taste Isaac’s breath on her lips. Part of her craved to have that moment with him again, and she wondered if it would happen again. “You have good taste after all.” A happy Lydia strutted out of the dressing room. She donned abluesequined bustier, paired with a high-waisted black tulle skirt.

“You’ll want to pull your hair up. And don’t wear a jacket.” Rowan smiled feeling accomplished. Picking out a successful outfit for the Lydia Martin—things like this just didn’t happen.

“Well, what are you wearing?” Lydia asked watching herself turning side to side in the mirror. “You never know, Isaac might be there.”


Isaac had been walking around since he’d left the school. He walked past his house first. The lights were all off and it looked beyond deserted. Old police tape was strewn across the porch; most of it was tattered and faded by now. Broken glass littered the window seal as if someone had thrown rocks into it.

The house looked like a normal house; a normal family home. If only that’s what it had been.

He kicked stones across the pavement. At one moment he was afraid too look up—afraid that when he did, his father would be peering out the window. But deep down he knew he wouldn’t.

But he was strong now. He wasn’t afraid anymore. No one could hurt him—well aside from Derek, and the Argents, and maybe Scott—but not his father. No, he would never touch Isaac again.

Ashamed of his past, Isaac trailed to the pack’s hideout. The stairs down were damp and musty, which also accurately described the rest of the place as well. He smelt the blood before the stale rustiness of the old metal pipes. Quickly, he rushed to the huddled figures inside of the cars. “What happened?” Isaac yelled.

“The kanima; It’s Jackson. He attacked them in detention. She started seizing.” Derek said monotonously.

“Seizng? I thought—“

“Yeah, we did too. I had to break her arm to trigger the healing process.” Isaac looked down at Erica who was barely conscious. “Scott is joining us. We need numbers if we’re going to beat this thing.”

“Why Scott?” Isaac’s voice was low. “He’s not exactly trust worthy.”

“He’s apart of our pack.”

“He’s an omega!” Derek snarled at Isaac’s response, his eyes glowing red. The conversation was over.


“You’re sure that you’re okay?” Rowan asked Lydia again. The strawberry blonde had been acting off. Her eyes remained glassy for a moment as the pulled into the school parking lot. What Rowan didn’t know, was that Lydia was far from fine; especially with the thoughts of Peter Hale replaying over and over again in her mind. Then it was as if someone had turned a switch on. Lydia perked up with a bright red smile on her face.

“Fine.” She smiled, opening her car door and fixing her skirt.

“If you say so,” Rowan raised her hands in defense before tucking them in her overly large cardigan.

The day went by relatively fast. She’d received a warning text from Stiles about Jackson being on the loose, of course, she took that as a sign to watch out for Lydia.

Rowan watched down the hallway at Lydia was currently just stating at the inside of her locker. She had been that way for about five minutes: just staring. Rowan felt the cold metal press against her neck as she rested against the locker watching the girl. She watched Lydia reach into her locker as if going to grab something.

“So do you just watch people between classes?” She felt an arm placed on the locker beside of her head.

“Speaking of people watching—you seem to always pop up.”

“Your locker just happens to be on the way to class, I was just stopping by.”

“For what purpose?” she inquired.

“I have my reasons,” he grinned back at her. “Besides, I can’t let you stand here and look at nothing,” he spoke closer to her ear as he pushed off from the lockers. “Your people watching skills don’t seem to be very promising.”

“They must be better than your chemistry skills.” She smirked at the double entendre. She brushed past him and headed for the chemistry room. She fought not to look back when she didn’t hear him following her, but fell to her curiosity. When she looked back the hallway was completely empty, there was no sight of Isaac. She frowned slightly continuing on her trek to class. The shrill bell sounded through the hallways before she reached the door.

“Miss Vimur, if it weren’t for your exceptionally high test scores, I might keep you detained after school with Mr. Stilinski.” Mr. Harris spoke loudly, catching Stiles while attempting to sneak in through the door at the back of the classroom. “Now if you two will please take your seats.” He scolded.

Rowan passed Mr. Harris without casting him a glance and hurriedly rushing to her seat. She momentarily paused seeing the other seat at her table was already occupied. Isaac sat with his arms crossed on the table and a broad grin on his face.

“How—shut up Balto.” She rolled her eyes.

“Who’s Balto?” She refused to look at him after that question. She heard Stiles say something about Isaac’s lack of knowledge when it came to famous dogs.

Mr. Harris began writing natural chemistry conversions on the board. Rowan sighed knowing that meant many hours of studying.

“So,” Isaac leaned in close to her. The smell of his mint chewing gum tingled against her lips. “I hear there’s this underground party tonight, are you going?” He listened closely for her heartbeat to jump, but it steadily kept its rhythm. Scott had a plan for them to corner Jackson there he just had a few minor details to work out with the vet. She focused on her paper and writing her notes, only answering him when he continued to loom over her shoulder.

“No.” she answered. “I’m not.”

“Oh come on, you should.” He nudged her arm a little.

“Not really my thing.” She said facing him. “But have fun with your partner in crime.” She turned back to her notebook, drawing out wavy blue words.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say that was jealousy.” She could hear the smirk in his voice. She could see Erica across the room, her face embellished with smugness. It was obvious from her posture that’s she’d over heard them.

“Apparently, you don’t know better.” She fluttered her eyelashes innocently.

“Come on Row, it’ll be fun.” She paused at the abbreviation of her name. She didn’t care much for the sound. “Go with me.” His baby blues pleaded with her.

Deep down, she wanted to say yes. She wanted to agree with him and be a normal teenager for a night. Then there was the voice inside of her head telling her to not give in. That voice told her to counter all of his cockiness.

“I’m not going.” She watched a grin spread across Isaac’s features. He reached across her notebook, his fingers slipping around her wrist.

“You’re lying. Why won’t you go with me?” His hand still rested on her wrist. She ran through excuses in her head, averting her eyes from him they landed on Lydia at the front of the room.

“I’m already going with someone,” she spoke softly enough to fool him. His features faltered a little at the steadiness of her pulse, but not convinced just yet.

“Really? Who?” he rested on his elbows waiting for a response. Isaac raked over names and faces of whom she could possibly be going with, but not a single guy came to mind.

“Guess you’ll have to see.”