Sweaty, skin flushed and pressed together... that was the position Derek found his uncle and Isaac in when he entered the loft.

Isaac whimpered as the loft door opened.

When Derek came in view of the couch, at first, confusion flashed across his emerald eyes. But as the realization of what must have occurred that left a naked Isaac pressed against his uncle, all Derek could see was red. In seconds, Derek was pulling Peter away from Isaac. Thrown across the loft, Peter landed with a dull thud near the door.

Eyes red, claws drawn, and fangs elongated, Derek took a predatory stance in front of Isaac. An Alpha protecting his pack, his Omega.

Peter takes his time picking himself up and dusting himself off. A smirk ever present on his smug (soon to be shredded) face. "Really, Derek?" Peter shook his head, "If you wanted the boy to yourself, you should have claimed him."

"That's not for me or you to decide," Derek growled. Isaac, who had fallen to the ground, coward behind Derek. His past and Omega instincts causing Isaac to shutter.

Peter acted as if the angry, growling Alpha before him was of no threat. "Come now, Derek. It's not as if we did anything wrong-"

"YOU RAPED HIM!" Derek bellowed.

"Well it's not as if he didn't enjoy it." Peter's eyes traveled down to the tear-stained, angelic-blue eyes of the quivering Omega. "Isn't that right, Bitch."

Peter was not prepared for Derek to lunge at him. The Alpha managed to slice his arm up pretty good before Peter escaped out into the hallway. Derek was ready to charge after him, but the pained whimpers coming from the floor stopped him.

Peter will have to wait, Derek thought as he crouched down beside Isaac. The boy had curled in on himself as fresh tears ran down his cheeks. "Isaac?" Derek pulled a blanket from the couch. Derek pulled Isaac into his lap and carefully wrapped the blanket around him. In his Alpha's arms, Isaac began to calm down and the tears slowly decreased. Though calmed, the soft whines let Derek know Isaac was still in pain. "Where does it hurt?"

Isaac whimpered before responding, "I-I'm fine. Just, give me a minute."

"You're not fine, Isaac." Derek shifted them to be able to lift Isaac into his arms. He carried the boy over the bed, Derek's bed. There, Derek gently laid Isaac down. Black veins spread along Derek's arms as he took Isaac's pain away. Isaac visibly relaxed, but Derek knew he needed a real doctor. "I'm going to call Deaton."

"No!" Isaac grasped at Derek's shirt, his eyes watery. Terrified, doe-like eyes stared up at Derek, begging, pleading with him. Derek wanted nothing more than to crawl into the bed and cover Isaac with his body and protect him from all the pain of the world.

"He hurt you, Isaac." Derek spoke gently. "Someone needs to make sure you're alright. We can't take you to the hospital and I'm not a doctor. We need to make sure you're healing. Deaton is the only one who can be sure of that."

"Okay..." Isaac released Derek's shirt and dropped his eyes. "Do we have to go to the clinic?"

"I'll see if Deaton can come here instead."

Isaac nodded. He paused before asking, "Can you stay with me?"

"Of course." Derek called Deaton, asking him to stop by the loft as soon as he could without telling him why. Then Derek climbed into the bed and curled protectively around Isaac as they waited for the doctor to arrive.