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The sound of an engine roaring grabs their attention a foreign sports car with dark tinted windows rolls to a stop in front of the house. The door pops open to reveal Peter. The elder wolf leans on the car. He flips his sunglasses off with a smirk “What have I missed, Sweetheart?”
Even after all the stress of dealing with Scott he can’t help but to laugh. Peter always has been good at making an entrance.
“Come Zombie Wolf, have we got a story for you.” Stiles calls out laughing as he waves the others back into the house.
Isaac slumps down into the couch looking so much like a kicked puppy Stiles doesn’t know what to do. Derek sits beside him, a hand on his arm.
“Why?” Isaac looks around. “Why did he just leave?”
Kat slowly raises her hand. “Um. Sorry.” She wiggles her fingers. “Stiles told him to go and I made him kind of forget why he came and most of what was said outside. By the time he gets to this Deaton person all he will remember is to tell him the Gajos are coming as allies to the Hale pack.”
There's a small gasp from the doorway where Peter is standing. “The Gajos? Jesus, Sweetheart, what have I missed? I mean, I felt when Derek became Alpha again, my wolf perked up and the pack bonds started to sing.”
Stiles laughs. “Come we can drink tea and I can tell you all that's gone on. I think Derek and Isaac need to talk.”
Stiles heads towards the kitchen. “Come on Kat, let's introduce you to the one and only Peter Hale.”
“Congratulations nephew.” Peter walks over and drops to one knee, he flashes his eyes and tilts his head, showing his throat. His body trembles but his voice is strong “Alpha Hale, I know we have had our issues in the past. And so I, Peter Hale, submit myself to you as my Alpha. I vow to protect you and this pack with my life if you will allow it.”
Derek’s eyes flash and he reaches up to place a hand on Peter's neck. “Beta Peter Hale, there was never a moment when the spark returned to me and our bonds began to sing once more that I thought of this pack without you in it. Stand and know you are welcome, Uncle.”
Peter stands and nods, before heading to the kitchen. Stiles smiles from his spot by the door, putting a hand on Peter's shoulder and leading him into the kitchen.
Isaac and Derek sit quietly. Isaac's flexes his hands and then rubs his palms on his thighs.
Derek sighs. “I owe you an apology. I was a horrible Alpha. If it's any consolation Isaac. I am so sorry, I really thought you would be safer with Scott.”
Isaac nods, he looks away, and sniffs, his eyes filling with tears. “You scared me, and then when we lost Erica and..and then Boyd. I hated you so much.”
Derek's shoulders sag as he nods, staring straight ahead, unable to look at his first Beta knowing how badly he hurt the boy. “I deserved that hate.”
Isaac turns, shaking his head. “No. No you didn’t, but I was just so mad..and Scott and Deaton they just kept talking and I was so confused.”
Isaac, reaches out like he wants to touch Derek and then pulls his hand away. Derek grabs his hand and holds on.
A tear rolls down Isaac's cheek. “I was wrong Derek, they were wrong. They.. said so many things and I’m so sorry.”
Derek tightens his hold on Isaac's hand and turns, cupping Isaac's cheek with his other hand he rubs away a tear. He flashes his red eyes at Isaac, and Isaac’s flash blue.
Derek’s voice is quiet and sad. “Isaac? When did your eyes turn blue? What happened?”
Isaac's eyes drop and he tries to pull from Derek’s touch, Derek lets him shift away but he runs his hand along the boy's jaw and down his neck scenting him as he shifts.
Isaac's shoulder sag and he curls into himself, looking so much like the boy he was. Derek frowns.
Chewing his bottom lip and staring at his feet Isaac speaks low enough that no one else would be able to hear him, even Derek sitting as close as he is has to strain. “I had no choice. Deaton said there was an omega in the woods that had hurt some kids, Scott couldn’t be tainted. That I needed to put them down. But.. When I found them.. They were just a kid, Derek, younger than us. Feral, he attacked me, I.. I had to fight for my life. He was so fast and so angry I tried to talk to him but..but I was alone.”
With a growl he spits out “My Alpha told me it was my job. That I had to prove myself.”
He pulls his hand from Derek's, flexing his fingers, his claws slowly coming out as he stares down at his hands. His voice starts to get louder “I killed him. He was just a kid and I killed him. God Derek. He was covered in scars. How do werewolves even get scars like that? I could smell his fear, but I was fighting for my life. They said it was my job to take down the threat. He was just a kid and I killed him” Isaac whines.
"I ripped his throat out. Derek, I killed him and he was just a scared kid like me" Isaac sobs.
Derek grabs him and pulls him into his arms, Isaac sags and sobs against him. “I didn’t want to kill him. It was him or me”
Derek smooths his hands over Isaac's back, running fingers through his hair and holds him tightly against his chest. He wants to go out there and rip Scott and Deaton to pieces but he knows now is not the time. Isaac needs him.
“It’s ok Isaac. I understand. It’s ok pup.” Derek glances over and sees Stiles in the doorway, eyes filled with unshed tears.
“You’re a survivor Isaac. You fought to live. I am so glad you fought to live.”