Hey guys, here is the next chapter. We learn a little more about Isaac and Allison and have some moments between Scott and Allison, plus the return of a couple characters from before.

I'm thinking about starting up a second fanfic, as more of a companion piece to this, that would be set in Millbury feature Val (from chapters 5-7), Dr. Deaton, Matt's cousin Colin and aunt Staci (from chapter 3), and a couple other characters. Mostly it would be my OC's with Dr. Deaton being the only real cannon character and the pack coming into the story every now and then like Val is in this chapter. Would y'all read that?

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I love all the reviews I am getting, keep them up:

Fire dragonheart: Glad you are still reading. What do you think of the story so far? What makes you want to keep reading?

Ranchan-akari: I'm glad you liked it. I thought about breaking them up, but I have an idea for later that I'd rather use a break-up for.

No pen names left: Yep, pack bonding is Danny and Stiles' thing; they are the best about getting everyone to bond.

Fallenangelicwolf: Lydia loves Jackson, it's not about him but her own issues really that are the problem. At first they obviously didn't like each other, but now they do. Glad you like it though!

Michelle3737: Thanks I'm glad you like my Jackson, he actually is a bit of an ass but I toned him down for the night. One of my favorite moments in the show is when you see Jackson in the van listening to Allison, Scott, and Stiles talk about him and Scott says "He doesn't have anybody there for him" and Stiles says "That's his own fault" and you see Jackson sitting in the van with a tear on his face. I just think there is this whole other side to him that's hard to see sometimes because Colton plays such a kickass jock bully, but he's really a scared little kid mostly. He'll be an ass again soon probably.

Sasu-Sama' Sarukiji-Sempai: Yeah, they are a little too sweet at times but I want them to be happy and together at the moment. But we know that neither of them does sweet very well or for very long.

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Isaac was pissed, and for good reason. He had been kicked out of Matt's car because apparently Jackson and Lydia were now attached at the hip... or lips really. Now he was squeezed into one side of the back seat of Stiles' jeep, Allison and Scott being a little too coupley for his liking next to him. Erica and Stiles were in the front talking about Derek; which Isaac had found out was not a usually topic for the two of them. Apparently, like Scott, Allison, and Lydia, Erica had known about Stiles and Derek's new relationship and had spent at least one long conversation comparing why each of them thought Derek was the hottest werewolf.

Isaac hadn't really been surprised by Stiles, though Derek had been a bit of a shakeup. Not that he cared; he didn't have issues with how anyone chose to live their lives. Besides, Danny had always been cool to him even before he was a wolf. Back when he was just Jackson's neighbor, Danny had tried to include Isaac on the Lacrosse field, had always smiled and said hey to him in the hallway. Hell he'd even had his parent give Isaac a ride home a few times when his dad hadn't shown up after practice during their freshmen year and continued to give him a ride himself after he got a car. But that was just Danny, nice to everyone and everyone liked him.

But Isaac had always assumed that Derek was straight, because of Kate. Even though Derek didn't talk about it the other had filled in the new wolves on what had happened with Derek's Uncle and Allison's Aunt before Isaac, Erica, and Boyd had been turned.

Strangely enough, Stiles asked about the large black werewolf right as Isaac was thinking about him. "Hey, so why didn't Boyd come out tonight? He seems like a guy who could use a chance to relax. Always so tightly rung you know?"

Erica laughed "Dude you don't have to spar against the guy. He's intense, like always."

"That's true," Scott added his face only half visible in Allison's hair. "But he was like that before he was bitten."

"Ok, we've established that he is intense, but where is he?" Stiles asked again.

"Working. Said something about not wanting to rely on Derek and Jackson to pay for the apartment and everything," Isaac finally answered.

"Well, that's his thing I guess, but as long as other people's boyfriends wanna keep paying for my stuff, I'll be ok with it," Erica said with a sexy laugh.

Allison, surprisingly, chuckled. "Yeah, I feel like I'm the only one not dating some with a million dollar bank account."

"Hey!" Scott said, giving his girlfriend (who was practically in his lap) a shocked look.

"Don't worry! At least you know I'm not using you for your money," she said, still laughing.

"Well, I am definitely using Derek for his money, among other things," Stiles said, making Scott and Isaac groan and getting giggly gasps from the girls. "What? I meant his car and leather jacket, obviously. I would never think to mention his lips, or hands, or non-red eyes, his abs..."

"His Abs!" Erica squealed. "We never even mentioned his abs! How did we miss those?"

"No idea, but like I was saying, I would never mention using any of those things for my personal benefit."

Scott was practically gagging in the backseat. "Dude, we had a deal. No talking about that kind of stuff...about Derek and you having...you know what I mean."

Isaac agreed with this statement, but still enjoyed Scott's nervous stammer.

"Oh come on Scott, it's just a little boy-on-boy sexy time," Erica said with a sigh. "I always just kinda assumed that you had been doing that anyway with Stiles."

"What!" Stiles and Scott yelled at the same moment, as Stiles swerved the car into the other lane and barely avoided hitting another car before regaining control of the jeep.

"What?" Erica asked. "You two never experimented? I thought all guys did that."

"Only in porn, and in the porn that passes for your thoughts." Stiles replied. "Scott's like my brother. It would be like making out with...like making out with Scott, ugh."

"Hey!" Scott once again yelled from the backseat, causing Isaac to bark out a yell. McCall was not getting the best of this conversation.

"Dude, if we'd just met and I'd realized I liked dude, I would totally hit on you, but as it is, gross.'

"Good, that's what I thought," McCall said, temporarily satisfied enough to go back to nuzzling Allison's neck.

Isaac was not a big fan of PDA, sure the occasional kiss or hug was fine but after that please get a room. If you asked him he would have said it looked stupid or hormonal or immature. He would have said that he was over high school romances and that girls his age didn't interest him. He would not have said the truth though. That it reminded him of how alone he had been before being turned, and how alone he still felt sometimes in the pack as one of the few people not in a relationship. Erica and Boyd were single too, but neither were really options. Sure he and Erica flirted but their connection was more sibling rivalry than anything sexual or romantic; not that he wouldn't have been fine having a little fun with her, he just knew it wouldn't go anywhere. And well Boyd was a guy, and as fine as he was with gay guys, he wasn't one so that ruled him out.

So he was alone, which most of the time was fine, he was a pretty independent guy by nature having fended for himself ever since his older brother was killed. But on days when the pack wasn't together or when they were out doing something fun like tonight, the fact he only had a cold bed and Boyd's snoring to go home to sometimes mad him a little edgy.

Scott nudged Isaac in the rips and gave him a questioning look. "Dude you ok?" he said low enough that Allison wouldn't hear as she was currently leaning forward to argue with Stiles about the radio.

"Yeah, I'm fine – why?"

"You smell…um, odd. I don't know how to place it," Scott said, leaning towards the taller wolf. "You smell…gray."

"I smell gay?'

"Gray…like the color. Like sad or something."

"Dude, I know our wolf noses are great, but can you keep yours to yourself?"

Scott leaned away and held up his hands defeated as Allison leaned back, but Isaac knew that wasn't the end of it by the look in Scott's eyes.

Isaac hated it when Scott got all protective and den mother like, it was bad enough with Derek and Stiles acting like they had to take care of everyone. And according to Stiles, his dad was now going to be checking in on the wolves since Derek had allowed Stiles to tell the Sheriff. Scott was different about it, more like a concerned friend or brother, but it still got under Isaac's skin sometimes. He knew the other teen meant well, but he was just so damn awkward and earnest with it that Isaac always wanted to give him a hug and then smack him, sometimes in the other order though.

Sighing he typed out a text "We'll talk later if we have to, not in the mood to deal with Erica." He flipped his phone so Scott could read the screen but deleted the message after the other teen had seen the text.

"So where exactly is this party Danny found?" Erica asked, absentmindedly baring and retracting her claws.

"Ok ground rules for the Stiles-mobile…"Stiles was cut off by Scott.

"When did we start calling it that?"

"Right now! Rule one: no interrupting the driver when setting rules," he gave Scott a pointed look in the mirror, who shrugged. "Rule two: no touching my iPod or radio," this time the look was obviously for Allison. "Rule three: if you scratch my baby or rip my baby's seats with your stupid wolf claws, I will drug you and have Dr. Deaton declaw your sorry wolf-asses so fast you won't be able to howl." Strangely he sounded really serious about this.

Allison and Scott were both holding in laughter as Stiles finished his rant. Erica had other plans though. He let out one claw and ran it down Stiles arm slowly, making him shiver, and causing Isaac to grin widely.

"What about you? Can I scratch and rip you?" Erica said, a seductive smile on her lips

"Only if you want to deal with Derek afterward," Stiles said back, his own smile victorious as Erica snatched away her hand and Allison bust out laughing in the back seat, followed by Scott and Isaac.

"Fine, whatever," Erica huffed. "Now where the hell is Danny's party?"

"Apparently, Matt actually found this. A friend of his in Millbury invited us up. It's about half way between the two at some barn," Stiles said as he reached down and changed his iPod off the crap music Allison had put on. Arcade Fire, much better. "I'm just hoping that we don't have to fight an Alpha or a Kanima or anything else because that always seems to happen whenever we go to a party/rave/dance thing."

The jeep was quiet as the music played for a few minutes.

"So do we have any idea where we are going?" Isaac asked hopefully.

"Not a clue," Stiles replied nonchalantly. "But I pretty much run my life without a clue of what's going on and I've made it 17 years, kicked major supernatural bad ass, have werewolves for friends, and the hottest boyfriend possible, so I'd say it's served me well."

"Right…I'm not even sure how to respond to that," the tall wolf replied.

"Yep, that's my secret power. Talk people into submission. How do think I get away with everything with my dad?" he said with a chuckle before his eyes went wide and he sat up straighter. "Except now my dad knows about all this so I don't know what will happen. Will my powers still work on him? Well he let me go out tonight. Well, okay he let me go to Scott's tonight and Mrs. McCall let me go out. Well Mrs. McCall is working a nightshift and didn't say we couldn't go out, so same thing….crap."

At this point Isaac just zone out everything Stiles was saying by letting his ears focus completely on the music.

The party was in full swing when they arrived, and after a cramped backseat Allison was ready to get something to drink ("non-alcoholic for her, thank you very much") and hit the large dance floor in the middle of the barn. She loved to dance and work out all of her energy on the dance floor instead of a heavy punching bag or by running or target practice. It was a release; even if she felt like a complete dork dancing next to Erica and Lydia who had sexy down to an art. Danny and Matt also immediately hit the dance floor with the girls while the others explored.

Allison loved that she could hang with her friends and boyfriend at the same time and it wasn't awkward. That was due to the pack; something Allison was not all that interested in joining at first. Scott had beg and pleaded with her, told her how much time he had spent trying to convince Derek to include her, had helped her see that with mom turned and her dad giving up hunting there was no reason not to. It had finally been the mate argument that had won out. Scott had explained that since he and his wolf had chosen Allison as their mate that no matter what she would be a part of the pack, but that as long as she chose to separate herself from it he would have to split his loyalties which made him and the pack weaker.

Allison really had no problem with the idea of the pack, and if it had been Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and even Jackson only in this little pack (like the pack Derek had originally claimed Scott had created) she would have jumped at the chance to be able to spend more time with Scott and her friends (plus whatever Jackson was to her). But since it included Derek and the wolf pups, she had hesitated. While Erica was a bitch sometimes, Isaac a dick, and Boyd standoffish, she could deal with them; Derek was the real problem. She just wasn't sure how she felt about him after what had happened with Kate and then him turning her mom. He had cause a lot of problems for her family, just like her family had hurt his.

Still, once Allison had given in and joined up, she was surprised how much she appreciated it. It was nice to have a support system to deal with all this insanity. She could turn to Lydia for relationship advice (probably not good advice, but better than her mother), she had Scott there to comfort her, and Stiles, Danny and Matt to make her laugh. The three wolf pups, as she would always think of Erica, Isaac, and Boyd, were useful and at times could be true friend (like Erica tonight). Derek even acted as a surrogate older brother to all of them, and with her parents, Dr. Deaton, and now Sheriff Stilinski in on things she didn't have to lie as much and they had backup, information, and experience on their side; like when the witches had come. Not to mention she actually felt involved in what was going on in her life now, not just waiting for the next monster or fight with her parents.

Just as she was thinking about fighting arms slipped around her waist, so she did what came naturally and flipped the person over her shoulder. Luckily it was Scott and he caught himself before he hit the ground, his feet planted firmly, and one arm out to balance him from where she held him. She let go and continued dancing, hoping no one saw both of their surprised looks and they just thought it was an over the top dance move. As Scott stood and gave her an odd look she wrapped her arms around his neck, shrugged, and whispered "Sorry, first reaction" into his ear. His light chuckle filled her mind and warmed her all over, not that she was hot after dancing.

The pack had all come out to dance now, joining the already sweaty mass of teenagers on the floor. Matt and Danny were staring at each other and grinding close, sharing a moment only the two of them could be a part of. Jackson had Lydia in front of him, one of her arm wrapped back over her shoulder around his neck, him nibbling on her shoulder; they epitomized sexy. Stiles, Erica, and Isaac were dancing with a few others nearby; one of which Allison recognized as Val, the young Witch. A guy in his early 20's, around Val's age, was dancing behind her, but it wasn't sexual like Jackson and Lydia, or intimate like Matt and Danny. It was more of a friendship; which confused Allison as she knew Val hadn't known anyone in the area.

Allison scrunched up her and face and nodded towards the dark skinned handsome man with Val, looking questioningly at Scott. Her boyfriend glanced over and then leaned forward to talk into her ear above the music. After a few attempts she made out "Friend of Matts…guy who invited us…been hanging with Val." That was enough for Allison at the moment who was enjoying dancing with her boyfriend enough to not care about anything else.

Scott almost stumbled when he finally felt the push of dancers on each side of him give way. He had lead Allison, Lydia, Stiles, Matt and Danny out of the dancing crowd, using his wolf strength to part the sea of people, and was surprised to see Colin and Val had followed behind them hand-in-hand. They all walked outside for some fresh air and to grab drinks from the makeshift bar, laughing and smiling at the madness that was the party. It was almost as crazy as the rave that had been one of the first missions where they had all been together, Matt and Danny had been there even if they weren't involved, and the Argents, Dr. Deaton, and the Sheriff had all played a role in the night's events. It had been a turning point for the group.

Matt immediately gave Colin a hug, "Hey man, thanks for the invite, we really appreciate it."

"No problem, anytime you need a place to party just let me know cous," the tallish, handsome man said. He was a few years older than the rest, 21 or 22, but he seemed like a good guy. Scott had liked him immediately, and all he could think was that he smelled like green. Like the forest, or fresh grass, or new paper; something living and good. Lately, Scott had been smelling colors more often and after asking Derek about it he understood. It wasn't really colors he smelled, it was just how the wolf perceived the emotions and scents. It took Scott some time to process what they meant, but he immediately trusted Colin because of this. Mostly because Allison had a hint of green mixed into her overall yellowish gold scent.

As Matt made introductions to Lydia and Allison who had been dancing when the other meet the man, Scott moved towards Val. It was weird, he barely knew her, had only seen her the night of the fight and briefly the next day, but he knew he liked her and was grateful for her help and felt somewhat responsible for her.

"Hey Val," he said with a large smile.

"Scott!" she started to give him a hug but then stopped, but lost her hesitation when he leaned the rest of the way forward to hug her.

"So how's Millbury treating you?" he asked.

"Good, I really like it! Colin's been showing me around, it was really nice of Matt to put us in touch." Scott heard the way her heart fluttered when she said Colin and he suppressed a grin, he was glad she had someone in Millbury other than her teacher.

"That's great. How's your teacher? Alan right?"

"Andrew," Val corrected.

"Oh, yeah, him."

"He's great. Older than I expected; he's almost 60. He has a son my age named Deacon; he is in school at Berkley."

"That's cool. I know you've only really been there a week, you started any training?"

"Not really, mostly Andrew has been testing me to see what I can do and to test out my barriers. It's been pretty easy, but we start the hard stuff soon I think."

"Well, I'm glad it's all working out for you," Scott said earnestly. "Especially since you not having a place was kinda our fault."

"No it wasn't, it was Kristina's and only hers," Val said with the same confidence she had used to stand up to Kris in the Lair. "She brought it on herself, and I just got the raw end of the deal. But honestly, I think I'll like this better. Kris was always a bit too cruel for my liking."

They continued to chat for few minutes, joining the others conversation. After a while most everyone started to wonder inside. Scott grabbed Allison by her arm and pulled her around the side of the barn, kissing her deeply and pressing her against the wall.

"You look so great tonight," he whispered, his husky with passion. Soon his mouth was busy nibbling on her neck and he didn't try to speak again. 'Yes tonight was a good, drama-free, fun night...I'll talk to Isaac tomorrow' was the last logical thought Scott had for a long time.