Isaac looks over at his three little pups as they play with the rest of the pack kids. Really, he shouldn't call his children 'pups' anymore. The triplets turned ten a few months ago. They really aren't babies any longer, but he has basically refused to believe that they're growing up so quickly. But, other than Wyatt, Jackson and Lydia's youngest son, Isaac's three daughters are the youngest kids in the pack, so he'll be able to get away with calling them 'pups' for a while longer.
Amy, Isaac's beautiful wife, sits down beside him on the back steps of the house. She lovingly wraps her arms around his shoulders and leans her head on him. "What'cha thinking about?"
"The girls," Isaac sighs. "I can't believe they're ten."
"They're growing up fast."
They begin to reminisce about Sophia, Leah, and Eva. "It seems like just yesterday…"
…
Isaac and Amy have been together for quite a few years now, but something is still missing in their lives. They've been trying to have kids since the day they got married. Expanding the family is such a strong urge for most couples, but when both are werewolves that urge is even stronger. It's even stronger for Isaac, considering he has no biological family of his own left anymore.
It has been hard seeing everyone else in the pack start their own little families. Amy and Isaac tied the knot soon after Jackson and Lydia welcomed Alexis into the world. Allison and Scott had Jason. Then, along came Michael, Boyd and Erica's pride and joy, and soon after that Lydia had Luke. When will it ever be their turn?
They're the only members of the pack that don't have a kid now. Most of the families even have more than just one, so Isaac and Amy are way behind. They haven't really mentioned anything to the pack, but they've been seriously trying for so long now. Amy picked up some books from the library, and Isaac did some research online. They've even gone to Deaton for advice, but nothing has worked. Months and years have gone by and still no baby Lahey.
So now, since they don't have any kids to worry about, they're the first to enlist on the pack's newest mission. Derek has received word that one of his parents' allies is in danger from another pack. Half of their territory has been stolen, and most of their betas have been killed. They had been hoping the Hale pack would come and help them, and Derek seems to be preparing for war.
Isaac and Amy are the first to volunteer and are soon followed by Boyd and Scott. Jackson doesn't volunteer, but for once it's not because he's still a jerk. Lydia is pregnant with their third child, and there is no way he is leaving her by herself. Stiles also chooses to stay behind. There's no reason for both Alphas to walk into what could be an ambush. Plus, there needs to be someone else keeping an eye on all of the pack women and children. Laura, ever the adventurous one, begs to go, but Derek simply kisses her on the head and tells her 'maybe next time."
When the small army arrives in Oregon, the forest looks like a warzone. The trees are scratched and broken, and two of the three pack houses are burned to the ground. If Derek had fur right now it would be bristling. He hates the sight and smell of ruined homes.
It doesn't take long for the enemy pack to make their move. Their pack is few in number, smaller than the Hale/Blakemore team, but they're dirty fighters. It doesn't take long for both Boyd and Amy to be injured and down for the count. They huddle together out of sight of the others until they can heal and join back in.
The sight of Amy's blood makes Isaac furious, and he viciously tears into the opposing Alpha. Before he can finish him off, Derek pulls him away so Isaac won't have to become something he doesn't want to be. Derek slashes through bone and tissue and rises up to stand over his kill. He turns his attention to the only two remaining betas and growls at them.
"Get off of this land or prepare to die."
The two betas scurry off into the woods. Boyd stands and limps over to his Alpha. "Prepare to die? Really?"
"Stiles made me watch that stupid movie last week," Derek sighs. "It's all I could think of."
"Derek," Scott calls. He is leaning over the crumpled body of the Blakemore Alpha. Derek walks over to him.
"He's dying. There's nothing I can do."
"No. He's trying to say something. I listened, but I can't make it out."
Derek kneels beside Mr. Blakemore whose silvery gray hair is matted with blood. He leans in close and struggles to decipher the garbled words. "Daughter?" He watches as the man tries to nod. "Where is she?"
"Cellar," he grinds out as his last breath leaves his body.
Derek closes the old man's glassy eyes and begins to move toward the house. Upon going inside, he takes a deep breath and tries to ignore the bodies around him. He makes his way to the basement and carefully passes down the last corridor. Derek can hear Amy's horrified gasp and muffled gagging.
"She's dead." Derek turns back so he can leave the claustrophobic room, but Isaac stops him.
"Wait, I hear something." The four other wolves watch as Isaac steps toward the body. He carefully shifts the remains and looks at what the body had been laying on top of. Amy hurries over to him.
"She had pups." Amy starts to cry as she slowly lifts up one of the three sleeping bundles. "How could they kill her?!"
Isaac picks up one baby and hands it to Scott before picking up the last one. "Derek, what do we do?"
Boyd walks forward. "They don't have any pack left."
Derek looks between Isaac, Amy, and the three little babies. "We'll take them… Adopt them into our pack. Someone has to; we can't leave them here." He places his hand on Amy's shoulder. "You're up for triplets, right?"