"This house no longer feels like home." – Nikisha Reyes-Pile (Ben Cocks), So Cold
Derek was there to see if Jackson had begun the change. Jackson wouldn't fully change until the full moon, but the traits of being faster, stronger and others would appear before then. But nothing seemed to be happening yet.
As he was leaving, Derek heard the sound of glass breaking followed by shouting. It was coming from the house next to Jackson's. He slowed down to listen, which wasn't hard with werewolf hearing.
There were to voices, both male. One was full of anger with a gruffness that comes with age, making him somewhere around forty, Derek guessed. The other voice was softer. Derek could hear the tears from the way his voice cracked. Derek figured he wasn't any older than Scott.
"Now, Isaac," the older one said, "I told you that you could play lacrosse if it didn't get in the way of your school work or job..."
"It isn't." The younger one, Isaac, spoke between sobs, "I'm leaving now for-" He was cut-off. The sound of a fist hitting flesh. Derek knew it to well, though he usually heard it during fights. Isaac was getting the crap beaten out of him. He could tell that Isaac wasn't hitting back, probably stopped a long time ago. Derek realized that Isaac wasn't blocking the hits either.
"Now," the man said a few minutes later, "get over there before you're later than you actually are."
The front door opened and Isaac stepped out. His face was already tear streaked with the threat of more to come. The area around Isaac's left eye was dark, the sure sign that a black-eye would be there in by morning.
Derek watched him bike away in a hurry. When Isaac turned a corner, Derek continued on his way with an idea for a new pack member.