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Isaac woke up in Stiles’ bed with Stiles missing. He got up and sniffed around. Stiles was downstairs in the kitchen cooking. Isaac hurried down the stairs to see what Stiles was cooking. When he got there, he saw three plates out on the table and Stiles hovering over the stove.
Isaac padded behind Stiles and looked over his shoulder. Stiles was making chocolate chip pancakes. “Yummy”, Isaac said, breath hovering over Stiles’ neck. Stiles jumped in surprise and sharply turned around. “Isaac! You can’t just do that! You almost gave me a heart attack”, Stiles yelled shaking the spatula in Isaac’s direction.
“Sorry”, Isaac said, looking down at his feet. Stiles sighed and put his hand on Isaac’s shoulder and squeezed. “It’s okay, bud. Just don’t do it again.” Isaac nodded. Stiles finished up their breakfast right before John came down.
When John entered the kitchen and noticed the chocolate chip pancakes on his plate, he knew something was up. “You actually let me eat these Pancakes?”, John asked with a raised eyebrow. “Today is a day to celebrate. Today is the day we go after the pack”, Stiles said with a smile. John’s head snapped up.
“You’re going to kill them?”, John asked. Stiles shrugged. “You’ve already killed one”, Stiles sat down and dove into his pancakes. John looked at Isaac across the table. Isaac just smiled. “Son, I don’t like the person you’ve become. It’s like you’re a whole different person. You’re killing people now, son. It’s against the law”, John said with a small voice.
Stiles froze and was silent for a moment. Isaac looked at John with a worried look. Stiles gave out a quiet laugh. “Dad. The pack has declared war. In werewolf war, the human laws don’t apply. I will kill them. I’ll kill them all”, Stiles stated before getting up and dragging Isaac with him by the collar. Isaac grunted in protest, staring at his Chocolate Chip Pancakes, but let Stiles pull him along knowing that refusal is stupid.
Stiles led them up to his room. Isaac sat in Stiles’ computer chair, facing Stiles. “So here’s the plan.”
*
Derek was fuming with anger and hatred. He stood in front of an unburned pyre with a dead Erica lying on it. The pack all surrounded the pyre in a circle, grief and anger seeping off of them.
Parrish took Derek’s hand in his own. Derek looked toward his mate and nodded. Jordan gave a tight smile and flicked his wrist. The pyre lit up in orange fire, burning Erica’s dead body.
Derek’s knees buckled and he fell to the floor. He didn’t feel like himself. Derek let out a howl full of emotion and the rest of the pack followed suit. Even the non-wolves joined in with the chorus.
Erica is gone. She isn’t coming back. His beta who carried herself with so much confidence. The beta who was never scared to stand up to Derek and question him. She was the beta who transformed the most. She came completely out of her shell. She was finally going to live the life she deserved, but now it was taken away from her.
Derek felt his wolf coming forward. Usually he would try to stop it, but now isn’t the time to defy his instincts. He let his wolf take over, going into his full Alpha form. Around him he saw his beta’s switch form. Jackson transformed into a kanima.
Derek looked to Jordan and saw that he was consumed by flame. Kira’s eyes glowed a dangerous orange. Lydia looked grim and nodded at Derek. She’ll participate along with Allison. Derek let out another howl and ran off into the preserve. The pack followed him.
Together they ran as a pack. They ran to let their frustrations out. They ran because they lost a pack member. They ran for Erica.