CHAPTER EIGHT
Isaac couldn't believe the way the pack was acting.
No one had said a word when Derek had made the decision to exclude Stiles from the pack. Isaac knew that he should have opposed it. Heck, he was going to speak up, and would have too, if Derek hadn't flashed his Alpha eyes at him. Even though he didn't want to, he had subsided, whining low in his throat.
He had hoped atleast Scott would say something, but he just nodded along with Derek! Just remembering the way Stiles' eyes had dimmed, hurt and betrayal replacing the confusion, made Isaac want to rip someone apart.
All he could think at that time was pack mate is hurt, need to protect, protect from hurt, keep him safe, comfort him, and a litany of pack pack pack.
When Stiles had left the loft, he had thrown Isaac a concerned look. Isaac had to smother an affectionate smile. In a room full of werewolves with heightened senses, it was the human who had caught the flinch.
Stiles was the only one who knew how much it bothered him when he was made to follow the will of the Alpha even if he didn't want to. It reminded him of the days when he was so damn helpless, under the control of the man who called himself Isaac's father. It reminded him of the dark and how he used to beg, plead and pray for someone, anyone, to save him.
Isaac had wanted to go after Stiles but Derek had held them back. When he ordered them to stop all interactions with Stiles, Isaac was filled with shock and panic. He wasn't sure why it was that Stiles affected him so strongly, but at that moment all he could comprehend was that he couldn't talk with the hyperactive teen, couldn't bury himself in the feeling of belonging, home, safety, pack, that he could always find around Stiles.
He felt himself nod at Derek and walked out into the forest. It was as though a fog had settled in his head. He felt his wolf curl up inside him in misery.
Looking up at the moon which was gracing the world with it's soft light, Isaac howled.
From Scott: Pack meeting now at the loft
Isaac read the message and sighed. He fought the urge to throw the phone. He was finding it harder to control himself, his wolf in particular. The wolf in him wanted to get out there and find his pack mate. That's what Stiles was to him, a pack mate, even if he wasn't a werewolf. The one with whom he was the closest, though no one in the pack knew it, except maybe Lydia.
But then, the banshee knew almost everything about everyone, Isaac thought wryly.
Isaac had smelled the depression on the normally vibrant teen. And yet, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn't disobey a direct order from the Alpha. Oh, how he loathed Derek Hale!
The day Scott had announced that Stiles had left Beacon Hills, Isaac had seen how everyone reacted.
Scott had been heartbroken and confused. It had made Isaac angry that Scott hadn't even understood how his actions had driven Stiles away.
Derek had looked shocked and maybe a bit sad. Isaac hoped that he atleast felt some remorse. He knew that something had happened between Derek and Stiles, but wasn't sure what. He had his suspicions but hoped to the moon that they weren't true.
Others, including Allison, Erica and Boyd, had looked sad and in Erica's case, both sad and angry.
It was Lydia who surprised him. She was angry, oh boy was she angry. But she also had a satisfied smirk on her face as she threw a vindictive look at both Scott and Derek.
Back to the present, he wondered for what reason the pack meeting was being called. He briefly imagined Derek admitting how wrong he was to have cut Stiles from the pack. That image dispersed as Isaac snorted. As if!
Since Stiles had left, Derek had become even more bad-tempered than before. Whenever Scott would them the news that the Sheriff tells him, Derek would look so pained that Isaac and Lydia would share a quick glance.
Isaac had approached Lydia in the beginning and they shared their thoughts. He had found that both of them were angry at the way Stiles had been treated, and were feeling pretty overprotective of him, and maybe a little bit sadistic towards the ones who had hurt him in the first place.
Walking up to the loft, Isaac hoped that Stiles would come back soon. He missed the molten brown-eyed teen, his rapid speech, and his warm hugs.
He saw that everyone was already in. He took his place near Lydia, who gave him a small smile, and looked at Scott.
Whatever he was expecting, it was most definitely not this.
Stiles was missing!?
Kidnapped!?
Isaac stood and glared at Derek.
"This would have never happened if you hadn't done what you did!" Isaac snarled.
Derek growled at him but Isaac didn't back down and growled right back.
"First, for a lame reason, you cut Stiles from the pack. Then, you ordered us not to interact with him. You didn't care that he was depressed. Don't you dare tell that you didn't know! I informed you about it as soon as I found out. But even then, you didn't let me go to him! When he left for his own happiness and peace of mind, you acted like a damn martyr. And now he's missing and it's your goddamn fault!"
Isaac stopped, breathing heavily. Lydia came up behind him and laid a hand on his shoulder, giving him silent support. She glared at the others who were still gaping at Isaac's outburst.
"We," Lydia said, gesturing to Isaac and herself. "We are going to help in searching for Stiles. You are welcome to come along. If you don't want to, I suggest you stay the hell out of our way."
With that, both turned to the door. They hadn't taken two steps when Derek growled out, "Isaac."
Isaac paused but then continued as though he hadn't heard him.
"I am your Alpha!" Derek roared at him, eyes flashing blood-red. "I forbid you from going!"
Isaac turned slowly to face Derek and stared straight at his eyes.
"No," he said, simply.
"No?" Scott choked out.
Isaac glanced at him briefly before looking back at Derek. He dimly wondered why he wasn't affected by the Alpha, and hoped that he wouldn't get his throat ripped out.
"An Alpha is supposed to care for the pack, provide shelter, be a guide, a leader and a protector," Isaac stated, quietly. "Considering that, Stiles has been more of an Alpha to me than you ever were."
On that note, Isaac, along with Lydia, walked away knowing that his wolf had rejected Derek as it's Alpha. Isaac hadn't even known that it was possible. He was still marvelling at the fact that he was still alive.
He heard the sound of feet on the floor just before the door opened and Erica, Boyd, Scott and Allison walked out to them.
"Come on, let's get our Stiles back," Allison said, smiling.
Scott squeezed her hand, looking worried for Stiles.
Boyd nodded stoically. But then, he did everything that way, so no surprise there.
Erica's eyes glinted like ice cold chips of granite.
"Yeah, we're getting Batman back."
A/N: Wow, overdramatic much? *rolling eyes at myself*
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