"And Leave Them, Out of this Home, Out on the Road." - Daughter, Still
"Get out!" Isaac cowers as the glass breaks above his head. For moment, he thinks he is back that night. The night his father nearly blinded him, the night his father died. But when he looks up, it's Derek he sees.
Hurt and anger flood his body. Confusion clouds his mind. Isaac rushes out of the loft. It is raining outside, yet he can taste the salt of his own tears as they mix with the rain. Isaac walks the streets without knowing where he is or where he's going.
He finds an empty alcove. Taking shelter there, he curls in on himself. Why would Derek kick me out? We're pack… He promised… Maybe I should go to Scott… Lost in his thoughts, Isaac didn't hear someone approach him.
"Well… Hello, Isaac." Isaac looked up at the voice. Deucalion was standing above him, behind him was Ennis. "Fancy meeting you here."
Isaac was on his feet, ready to fight, but Ennis was quicker. He grab Isaac's wrist, using it to twist his arm behind his back. Ennis then wrapped his arm around Isaac's throat. Isaac struggled to get free; Ennis turned tightened his hold Isaac's neck until he blacked out. He let Isaac's body drop to the ground before throwing him over his shoulder and carried him to van.
"Derek, Derek, Derek," Deucalion shook his head as he waited for Ennis. "I thought you would have learned by now not to let your betas wander around alone." Deucalion smiled at the thought of Derek's own stupidity.
Deucalion let Ennis lead him back to van. As they drove through the streets, Deucalion said, "Looks like you get to have your fun after all, Ennis."