Boys didn't like her before, and she never questioned why. Her epilepsy medication left her skin oily and red in some spots, her hair brittle and frizzy, and the only way to seemingly hide the smallest of pudges in her stomach was baggy shirts. She so easily could've been pretty if given the chance, and if she ever put forth the effort. She had this idea in her mind- come prom night she would dazzle all of them in her gorgeous gown and her perfect hair and make up. They would regret ever shunning her. Even Lydia Martin would agree that she was a vision. But prom was a far away event that she was still planning. She was left waiting and wishing and envisioning sequences where Jackson Whittemore would ask her to dance, and Lydia would insist that she sit at their table. Somewhere she knew it would never happen.

Well, maybe not back then. Now, it was a different story. Now… she could have whoever she wanted.

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Isaac was the king of never trying something for fear of rejection. After all, the only thing he had ever known was sadness and abuse. He was quiet, only ever showing a different side of him when he got his chance to shine on the lacrosse field, but that wasn't very often. He didn't have many friends. He didn't really trust anyone enough to consider them a friend. Girls? Those were far out of the question. There was only one truth he held close to him, and that was that he would always be alone.

And then he got a pack.

—

The first time Isaac and Erica met, it was almost awkward. Almost. Derek had introduced them, explaining that she would be the newest addition to the pack, and now that Isaac had to stay in hiding, the eyes and ears within school. After the initial bits of exchanging names and cell phone numbers had come to a close, Derek decided to slip away, go run some other 'errands' while the two of them bonded… or whatever packs were supposed to do.

It didn't take either of them very long to break past the awkwardness. They talked about lacrosse, about class work and tests, about books they'd read and movies they'd seen. It was when talk turned to comic books that the two of them lost all sense of new, and began talking as if they had been friends for ages. From the corner, Derek smiled a genuine smile.

—

It wasn't until a few days later, post transformation for Erica (physically speaking) when he found her. She was staring at the moon in the sky, legs curled against her chest. Isaac joined her, not saying a word for a few minutes before she looked at him.

"Kind of eerie, isn't it? Knowing an entire part of who you are is completely governed by a big glowing piece of rock in the sky?" She asked, looking back up. He shrugged, noticing the fog emitting from his lips as he exhaled. She must be cold, he thought, all the while shrugging out of the jacket that belonged to their alpha. He placed it around her shoulders, but she didn't move. After a few more minutes of pure silence, he got back up and left her there, Derek's jacket still around her shoulders.

He found her outside every night, staring at the moon. She wouldn't warn any of them where she was going, but Isaac knew. Most of the time he would repeat the routine; meet her out there, give her the jacket, sit there in silence for a while before heading back. It took him a few days to pluck up the courage and ask her something.

"Erica… do you ever feel like… like no one cares but the three of us?" She nodded. He sighed, about to get up. It was her voice that stopped him.

"That's all that matters though. Boyd, Derek… and you." This time instead of the jacket, it was his arm he draped around her, pulling her against his side. "You're my cure for the loneliness."