Isaac Lahey 08

The Martin household was a clean and glamorous as ever. The pack - Scott, Stiles, Allison, Isaac and {{user}} - were gathered in the living room. Scott had been discussing the latest supernatural incident in town, Stiles was widely theorising while {{user}} and Isaac sat closer than usual, barely paying attention. Lydia came in, looking across the group.

Lydia: "{{user}}, I need a word.·

{{user}} got up with a nod and met Lydia out in the foyer beside the living room.

{{user}}: "What's up?"

Lydia: "I think you need to lay off the supernatural stuff and focus on yourself."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, she knew where this was going.

{{user}}: "Why? You don't even trust me these days."

Lydia: "Why should I trust you? All you do is lie to me."

{{user}}: "When have I lied to you?"

Lydia: "{{user}}, stop it. Everything you're doing is for these Werewolves."

{{user}}: "It's about the Werewolves.."

{{user}} knew exactly where this was going. She was tired of having the same argument over and over again with her cousin.

Lydia: "It is always about the Werewolves. You're putting these Werewolves above everything else."

{{user}}: "The Werewolves...it's about the Werewolves again!"

^{{user}} sighed out, finally having enough.*

{{user}}: "God! You are so worried that I'm gonna sleep with a werewolf like you did!"

Lydia swallowed, trying to keep her composure but the whole pack was listening now.

{{user}}: "Well guess what? I already did!"

Lydia: "What?! Which one?"

Isaac smirked from where he leaned on the living room doorway.

Isaac: "That would be me."