"We are healing... But it's killing us inside..." - Skillet, Collide

Derek silently entered the loft. Looking around, he quickly spotted Isaac curled-up on the bed, clutching one of Derek's jackets. He seemed to be in a peaceful sleep.

Noting that the Beta was sleeping soundly, Derek turned to his sister. "How was he?"

"A little fidgety. He kept an eye on the door and the clock, waiting for you."

Derek nodded, "Thanks for staying with him."

"No problem. So, all the Alphas are dead?"

"Yeah."

"Well, then I'm gonna get a well-deserved good night's sleep." Cora turned. Heading to the stares, she called over shoulder, "see ya in the morning."

When Cora was out of sight, Derek sat down on the bed. Isaac stirred in his sleep, but only to move closer to subconsciously move closer to his Alpha. To safety. Running his hand through Isaac's curls, Derek thought back to a few hours ago, right when the pack was leaving to take care of the Alphas.

"Please, Derek." Isaac pleaded and begged. He didn't want to be left alone; afraid the Alphas would come after him again, afraid Derek would leave him. "Please, let me come with you. I can fight."

Derek looked down at pleading blue eyes. Isaac had been terrified of being alone, whether it was for a day or a few minutes. He was terrified of being left behind. But this was something puppy-dogs wouldn't get him to do. "I need you to stay Isaac. Don't worry, Cora's staying, too." Cora had been injured a few days before and had yet to fully recover to be able to go up against the Alphas. "I'll be back soon."

"But Derek-" Isaac grabbed onto the Alpha's jacket. He didn't want anything to happen to Derek.

Derek easily pried Isaac's fingers from the leather. "Listen to me, Isaac. I'll be back as soon as I can. Nothing's going to happen to me. Alright?"

Isaac nodded, staring after Derek as he left the loft.

Isaac had been scared before the Alphas. Derek only wished he was the one to rip Mr. Lahey apart. But he can make sure he protects Isaac from harm. "They're gone, Isaac," Derek whispered to the sleeping boy. "They're gone and will never hurt you again. And I promise I will not let anyone hurt you again."

Derek laid back on the bed. He wrapped his arms protectively around Isaac, following the boy into peaceful dreams.

On the other side of town, evil stirred. A dark figure stood before a set of graves, chanting words of an ancient language. One of the markers shook. The sound of rock being torn apart filled the air.

As soon as the noise began it stopped. All was silent as if nothing had changed. But something had.

The figure was gone, all with what they had come for. The only sign that someone had been there, a gravestone cracked in half.