The Aftermath of Good Deeds

Jokr thinks I need to write a cute AN about how I was sick to let everyone know that is why I missed my update deadline. Believe me…there was nothing CUTE about me being sick but here it goes.

Friday: 2 AM – conversations with my cats

My cats are sitting, at a safe distance, watching me with what can only be described as looks of AWE on their little kitty faces.

Havoc (black and white cat – really FAT): Dude! Look at her form. She's amazing.

Naught: (grey cat): I know. And all this time I thought she's been telling us NOT to throw up hair balls and really she's just been telling us we were doing it all wrong. I feel so inadequate.

Havoc: Quick! Let me lick you. (lick, lick, lick) I've got to try this out myself.

Saturday: Boyfriend panics and wants my parents to come over and make sure I am not dying. I try to explain that there is NO WAY my parents can come over because the house is not clean or vacuumed and there is a pile of dirty laundry and a sink full of unwashed dishes. Boyfriend doesn't understand. I threaten to kill him with my evil stomach bug should he call them over. Boyfriend switches to plan B and takes me to my parent's house where I get tucked into their bed

Yes, I am a complete and total adult….my mom's bed is still the greatest place EVER for when I feel bad.

You know how in horror movies there are all the whispered voices in the background. That's what I wake up to. It's my boyfriend and my parents talking in not so hushed voices.

Dad: Don't you think she's too old for that.

Mom: It always made her feel better as a child. Go get it. NOW (mom can be scary!)

BF: I'll help you sir if it will make her feel better.

Dad: It's upstairs in storage (big attic type think we have that is sorta part of the upstairs but separate - - I have NO idea how to explain it)

Mom: GO. GET. IT. (men folk flee in terror)

A short while later they return and mom tucks Peanut in by my side…my stuffed animal from when I was a kid. Seriously! A STUFFED ANIMAL! Boyfriend looks like he is about to die because he is trying to hold the laughter in. Strangely enough, I do feel better and go back to sleep.

A little while later BF comes back in and tucks the covers around me. I'm thinking 'yeah, he's the one' when I hear a click. A-hole took a picture of me! If it shows up anywhere I will have to kill him.

Monday: Breakfast table with a piece of toast.

Me: Okay tummy, we haven't had food for three days now. It's toast. We can eat a piece of bland toast.

Tummy: I don't think I want to.

Me: Come on! It's toast. We're not afraid of toast. We eat toast for BREAKFAST!

Tummy: Really? That's your inspirational speech? You know that's lame, like put that poor pony out of its misery lame. Forget it! I'm not eating it.

Me: How about some juice? I have orange juice.

Tummy: Hell NO! There is no way you are putting that acidic crap in me. I'm out of here. I hope you and your upper intestines are happy together.

Looking at them up close and more than little too personal, Derek's fangs were huge. The shattered remains of the bowl crunched under his boots as Derek maneuvered Stiles further back until he was pressed completely against the door, the paneling molding his flesh in its image.

"What the fuck is wrong with you?" Stiles snarled as he struggled against Derek's body. Restrained as he was, chest pinned to the door by Derek's arm and having been lifted up just enough that only his toes were touching the ground Stiles simply didn't have the leverage he needed to push Derek away.

"Give me one reason I shouldn't rip your throat out right here and now?" The fury in his voice was evident and Stiles' wolf wanted to cower away from the stronger, older male. "Your actions last night threatened MY ENTIRE family, YOUR PACK! And for what? Some high school kid that you just started talking to a couple of days ago?"

"His dad was locking him in a freezer! Damn it Derek! How can you be such a cold hearted asshole? Was I just supposed to let him keep getting the crap beat out of him until his dad slipped up and killed him? Just turned a blind eye when I knew I could help? Was I just supposed to abandon him? You may not care about anybody besides you family and pack but I do!"

"Caring is fine but not when it endangers the pack." Derek stepped even closer wedging Stiles further up the door until he was suspended by Derek's strength alone. Stiles kicked out but the closeness made it so there was no strength behind his kicks.

Derek's hold continued to tighten making Stiles struggle for breath. Stiles didn't want to fight Derek, wanted to talk it out. Stiles' biggest strength was his ability to talk his way out of problems but his wolf had other plans.

His claws lengthen and he could feel the slide of his fangs in his mouth. With a guttural roar right in Derek's face, complete with foaming spittle, he pushed away from the door to crouch in front of Derek.

"I didn't endanger the pack." Derek took a closer step but Stiles stood his ground the tensing of his body the only indication that he was even affected by the beta's movement. "I HAD to protect him Derek. I'm sorry but I couldn't just abandon him when he needed me."

"What about protecting us? What do you think would happen to the pack, to Alex and Laura, if everyone found out about werewolves? There would be no place that was safe for us. Is this boy that you barely know worth destroying all that?"

Stiles let his shoulders drop and then his gaze, looking down and away from Derek. "It's not like that Derek. I wasn't thinking." He ran a desperate hand through his hair as Derek snorted in agreement. "I know, I know, it wasn't the smartest thing to do but I just felt like he's…mine, my responsibility, mine to protect."

Derek nodded and a suddenly kinder look on his face appeared. Stiles had the momentary wish that he was still growling at him because whatever THAT look meant was even scarier. "So you care about the boy."

"Well, yes. Wait! What? I care about him but not that way. I mean he's cute and all but…he's just so vulnerable. He needed someone to be there for him. I just have this need to defend him."

Derek's brows drew together like gathering storm clouds, his brief moment of non-broodiness forgotten. Stiles had to smile at that bit of imagery before pulling his attention back to the angry beta. The frown made Derek look like he had stepped in something foul but at least the look was not directed at Stiles.

"It's not uncommon for certain rare wolves to feel a strong protective instinct, especially toward weaker members of the pack but usually it is just people within the pack itself, not some random outsider."

"Well," huffed Stiles. "Isaac doesn't feel like some random outsider to me."

Derek rubbed at his head like the conversation was causing him physical pain. "Look! You are new to this and right now you are confusing friends and family with pack. They are not the same. Anyone can BE pack should the alpha choose to bring them in but just being the family, or a friend of a werewolf, doesn't make you pack." Derek spoke slowly which made Stiles narrow his eyes at him in anger.

"Look," Stiles snarled in anger. "I know I didn't handle this the best way but you don't need to treat me like I'm an idiot."

"If you act like one, I'll treat you like one. You put yourself and your pack at risk. You also put Isaac and your father at risk because you may have been able to fool the police but any werewolf with a brain, including that rogue alpha out there will have no trouble figuring out how you managed that. If he didn't know who you were before, he does now. That puts everyone you care about in jeopardy. Did you think of that?"

Stiles couldn't answer, couldn't find the breath in his lungs for a moment and just stood there while Derek's furious scowl slowly slid from his face. "Stiles, you need to trust us, trust your pack. We're here to help you. Mom would have done anything in the world to save that boy. Hell, your own father would have been able to help you save that boy. All you needed to do was stop and think. So do me a favor and use your brain next time, assuming you have one, because I won't be so understanding next time."

Derek didn't wait for Stiles to think of a comeback. Within seconds he heard the roar of the Camaro as Derek pulled away from the curb a couple of houses down and took off.

With an exhausted sigh, Stiles set about cleaning up the mess in the front hallway before his father got home.

The next day at school was awful. The students in the hallway would hush to whispers as he approached only to let loose a torrent of gossip once he had passed them by. He could still hear everything with his wolf senses however and the thunderous sound of his name on the lips of all the students was quickly giving him a headache.

By the time he reached his locker he was about ready to bite someone, to sink his fangs in and really chew. A majority of the gossipers didn't even seem to care that Isaac had been abused, brutalized and beaten by the one person who should have been his ultimate protector. No, most of the voices that whispered his name with the implication that the two of them had been lovers.

It wasn't that he cared what they thought but the fact that they cared more about a fabricated relationship instead of the years of fear and abuse suffered by one of their classmates just churned his stomach. Shallow, self-centered pathetic jerks!

"Stiles! Thank God you're here today. I've been trying to find Allison's necklace. It was a birthday present from her aunt, passed down through the family for generations or something. Anyway she's all upset and I've got to find it. I need you to help me!"

Turning Stiles took a look at the king of the shallow, self-centered jerks that was masquerading as his best friend. He knew Scott had a good heart and cared but the boy was so deep in his "Allison love fest" that the rest of the world apparently no longer existed.

"Did you even HEAR about Isaac?" Scott's eyes darken briefly in anger. Crossing his arms he leaned against the locker next to Stiles and practically vibrated rage.

"Mom was one of the nurses there when Child Services brought him in for a check -up. She was so pale when she got home. Apparently there are scars and bruises all over his body that go back for years. She didn't understand how he could have hidden that much damage over the years, how no one ever knew." Facing Stiles he smiled his bright puppy smile, the one that had him seeing only the good in the world. "But you found out and did something. You are a great friend Stiles. He was lucky he met you."

Stiles ducked his head under the unexpected praise from his friend. It was times like this that reminded him why Scott was his best friend. Funny how a shallow, self-centered jerk could also be the greatest guy in the world. Stiles was seconds from hugging Scott when his friend added, "So can you help me find Allison's necklace? It's really important."

Yeah, Stiles thought, the hug would have to wait.

The day was surreal and in some instances during the day he felt like Moses and the students were the Red Sea parting before him as he walked down the hall. Other times he was swarmed by people wanting to congratulate him, patting him on the back and shoulder, a couple of awkward hugs by girls he didn't even know.

The final nail in his coffin of weird was chemistry when Mr. Harris paused by his desk. Stiles had already curved his spine and tucked his head waiting for whatever zinger Mr. Harris had prepared for him today, not willing to look into his eyes and see the teacher's usual sneer of distain. Instead, Mr. Harris placed a tentative hand on his shoulder and smiled as Stiles looked up at him. ""Good job, Mr. Stillinski, you did the right thing."

Of course that moment didn't last long and by the end of class he was hurrying out the door with the threat of impending detention hanging over his head but considering any other day he would've already been serving time, he figured it was a win.

By the time the final bell rang he was more than ready to head for home. He managed to catch Scott to tell him to make excuses with Coach for him skipping practice, having had his fill of whispers and not so subtle glances in his direction. He was on edge, his wolf was about to crawl out of his skin. Stiles wanted nothing more than to go home and curl up under his covers and wait for college.

"Hey." Alex's quiet voice startled him enough that he jumped slightly before turning to face the youngest Hale.

"I didn't see you today at lunch." Alex shrugged before heading out the doors. Stiles followed, starting to pick up the scents coming from the younger teen; anger and hurt.

"I decided to sit with my friends." Ouch! Stiles paused before grabbing Alex and pulling him off to the side of the stairs so they could talk.

"You say that like I'm not included anymore." Alex shrugged again, one desponded shoulder raising a fraction before dropping back down. It was more of a twitch than a shrug but full of expression that Alex's face didn't have. "Okay, now you're just doing a Derek impression." Stiles joked to get a smile.

"Why didn't you come to us? Do you really not trust us? We're your pack; we're supposed to help you." Stiles smelled anger but the scent was overwhelmed with pain and betrayal.

"I didn't tell anyone. Not even my dad. I just wasn't sure and I had to be positive before I told anyone. I couldn't take the chance of being wrong about something like that and once I was there, God Alex, he was locked in a freezer, I had to do something."

Alex kicked at the staggered bricks that lined the wall of the stairs still unwilling to meet Stiles' eyes. "I thought you would trust us more."

"I do trust you. Me not saying anything to you about Isaac wasn't about my trusting the pack or not trusting my father; I just wanted to find out the truth about what was going on before I started making accusations but when I did I had to act. But next time," Stiles leaned against the tree behind him as he carded his hand through his short hair. "Next time something is all weird, I promise I'll tell the pack, I'll drag one of you with me. Okay? I promise."

Alex tilted his head in what Stiles was starting to recognize as the 'I'm listening for lies' look. There was just enough time that passed that Stiles was beginning to think he had messed his friendship up with Alex beyond repair.

The punch that rocked Stiles back a step as it made contact with his shoulder, while werewolf playful, would have knocked out a normal person. The worst damage to Stiles was the pile of textbooks resting in the grass at his feet. "I'm still mad at you but okay. Just try not to be such an asshole in the future." Alex grinned. "Are you giving me a ride today?"

"Yeah sure. You know that hurt by the way?." Stiles grumbled bending to gather his things. His notes from English fluttered in the thin breeze, flipping twice before catching against the bark of the oak tree. Grabbing it before the page could flutter away again Stiles noticed a glint of silver in the afternoon sun. Dusting aside a couple of leaves Stiles found a silver necklace with a stylized wolf on the front.

Remembering Scott and Allison's make out session from a few days before Stiles slide the necklace into his pocket before following Alex out to his car. His call to Scott went straight to voicemail which was becoming more and more common.

They rode to the Hale house was mostly in silence which Stiles could only take so much of before breaking. "You know your brother paid me a visit yesterday."

"Did he tear you a new one? Because that's what you deserved." Alex stared out the side window at the passing trees.

"Crap. I said I was sorry." Maybe the punch wasn't as playful as he thought it was.

"No you never said sorry. You made excuses and justified your actions but you never once apologized." Alex's eyes flashed amber and Stiles wisely dropped his head.

"I am sorry, Alex. I was wrong and should have told someone, I shouldn't have gone into that situation alone. I guess I'm just not used to having a pack."

Stiles was relieved to see the Hale house at the end of the road, the air in the jeep was getting just a little too thick for his comfort. There was more than the usual amount of cars in the front. Pulling behind Derek's black car he let out a long sigh.

"Is everybody as pissed as Derek is at me?" Thumping his head on the steering wheel didn't bring him any relief from the tension gathering in his chest at the thought of facing the rest of the pack.

"Derek was the worst but Laura is definitely a close second. You should still come out with most of your skin intact. Mom won't actually let them kill you or anything. At least I don't think so."

"Thanks Alex. You're making it so much better." Dragging his feet he followed Alex into the house where he could smell dinner cooking. "Where did all the extra cars come from?"

Alex looked over his shoulder and smiled. "Uncle Peter is back with Dad. Looks like you get to meet the whole pack tonight."

An older looking version of Derek stepped into the hall from the living room and Alex ran to hug his father. The younger man Stiles recognized from breakfast the day before but didn't remember his name. Standing off to the side while he was introduced, Stiles felt shy at the sudden attention of two strange adults.

"So," the younger man said, his voice sounding like a purr as he spoke to the other man. "This is our newest pack mate. And he's causing trouble all ready." Smiling at Stiles he added, "I think we are going to get along just fine." Moving closer into Stiles' personal space than he felt comfortable with, the man shook his hand and just lingered. "I'm Peter. We met the other day at breakfast."

Stiles stuttered out his name while he franticly tried to free his hand from the other's grip without seeming insulting. He had already screwed up enough, he didn't need to add insulting the rest of the Hale family to his list of sins.

"Peter, you're scaring the boy." The Derek double brushed aside the slighter man and extended his own hand. "I'm Patrick." With a smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes and made the whole room feel lighter Patrick pulled Stiles in for a quick hug. "I've heard you've been keeping my family on their toes the last few days. We'll have to work on getting you to run with the pack, it takes time for the newly changed to find their way but I'll help you along."

With another squeeze to Stiles' shoulder he stepped away and headed into the kitchen. Peter smiled and Stiles was instantly reminded of Loki, a trickster and creator of chaos. Uncle Peter seemed to fit that description perfectly.

"Hey, come help me with these proofs for geometry" Alex called from the living room where he had already spread out across the coffee table and most of the couch. Stiles slipped around Peter, giving the man plenty of space, and dropped to the couch next to the youngest Hale.

The next half hour was almost peaceful except for the presence of Peter who decided to read a book in a chair directly across from where Stiles was sitting. He could never catch the man looking at him but felt his eyes on him almost constantly.

He was so intent of trying to catch Peter looking at him that Stiles didn't even notice Laura's approach until she had smacked him on the back of the head hard enough to make his ears ring.

"Are you stupid or just irresponsible enough to not care about putting the lives of your pack mates in danger over some stupid boy from your school?"

"The FUCK Laura! That hurt. Are you trying to cave my skull in?"

"No you little shit. I'm trying to knock some sense into you before you get us all discovered and put in little cages while crazed scientists experiment on us."

"I think you've been watching too many science fictions shows, my darling." Peter didn't even bother putting down his book but Stiles caught the slight smirk as his lip curled just a fraction.

"Isaac isn't some stupid boy. He was being abused which I keep telling everybody but no one seems to care. Was I just supposed to leave him there? Just hope that someone else would help him? Because you know what? No one else was there. I was the only help he had. Everyone else was just blind to the pain he felt and the way he held his body to hide the bruises and cuts. I did the right thing."

"You did the stupid thing!" Laura snarled right in his face her eyes bright blue as her fangs slipped past her lips. "Your actions could have lead hunters to our doorstep or more likely to your doorstep. But who do you think would have to save you? My family, my pack."

"Actually honey, it's MY pack." Maria Hale didn't raise her voice or flash her alpha eyes but every beta in the room, Stiles included, dropped their heads in submission. "While Stiles could have gone about his heroics last night with a little more foresight and thought, he actions were not wrong. His heart was in the right place."

Walking forward to where Stiles was standing she tilted his head up until he looked her in the eyes. "Next time, my pup, next time you come to your pack to share your knowledge and gain our wisdom. A lone wolf never lasts the winter." Eyes serious, Maria pressed her lips to Stiles' forehead before leaving the room.

"I'm sorry ma'am." Stiles replied, thoroughly shamed.

"My name's Maria, Stiles.

Laura hissed in Stiles' direction, sounding more like a cat than a canine before storming out of the room. "That went well," Peter smirked from across the room. "Seriously, no blood shed. You should count that as a win."

Torn between sitting back down next to Alex and making a run for the door and escaping the Hale house before someone else yelled at him, Stiles stood in the middle of the room looking blankly at the far wall.

"Hey, I still have another eight problems and there is no running away until I'm finished with this crap." Alex tossed a pillow at Stiles' head while ignoring his uncle's soft reminder of "language".

Stiles had just settled back on the couch when Derek walked in sporting the latest in 'I hate Stiles' facial wear. His usual look of cool distain was replaced by a scowl so terrifying that Stiles felt that he must have practiced it in the mirror before coming down the stairs.

"You need to move your piece of crap out of my way now." Not waiting for a reply Derek grabbed Stiles by the collar of his shirt and dragged him to his feet and halfway to the front door. He released him just as they reached the rug in the entry way causing Stiles to slip and totter clumsily before catching his balance against the door frame.

"Asshole!"

Derek responded by gripping the back of Stiles' neck and guiding him out the door the tips of his claws digging not so lightly into his flesh. Stiles jumped the stairs to get out from under Derek's grip and put some needed space between them. The older male was still obviously pissed at him and all Stiles' instincts screamed at him to keep his distance.

"Okay, okay. I'll move it." Digging into his pockets he pulled out his keys along with the silver necklace that fell shimmering to the ground at his feet. He scooped down to pick it up, looping a finger around the thin chain so the pendant twirled flickering in the light from the porch. The next thing Stiles knew there was a snarling mass tackling him to the ground.

"Monster!" Derek was almost foaming at the mouth in his rage. "You traitor!" Stiles managed to get an arm up, pressing it against Derek's throat to keep his fangs from ripping him apart. He couldn't stop the claws that tore through his layers of shirts and into the flesh on his hip. Twisting he kept the razor sharp searching tips from his stomach but even with his best efforts the air was soon filled with the smell of his blood.

Derek's next slash ripped open his arm from his shoulder all the way down to Stiles' elbow. Feeling his own wolf roar to the surface he lunged forward and sunk his teeth into Derek's bicep, biting down with all his might and twisting to cause as much pain as possible. The torrent of blood that filled his mouth made him gag, the taste of warm copper both nauseating and strangely pleasing.

Adding an extra push to Derek when he pulled away from the bite, Stiles managed to roll to his feet and face off against the enraged beta. "What the hell is wrong with you Derek? Helping Isaac was not a betrayal to the pack. I was helping a friend and I don't understand why you think that is so wrong."

"Hunters. You're working with the hunters. If you think that they'll spare your life because you betrayed us to them, you are wrong. They will hoist you up and cut your body and half, leaving it for the crows to find."

Derek threw himself at Stiles who dropped to the ground and rolled under his jeep, emerging from the other side and immediately running for the house where Alex stood, alerted by the sound of a fight, on the top of the stairs.

"Mom!" He screamed. "Derek's eating Stiles!"

"Dude, that's just wrong," Stiles managed before the weight of Derek drove him to the ground again. Derek out weight him but Stiles was faster and kept wiggling away from the older wolf's clawed grasp.

Seconds later he was caught from behind and dragged up and away from Derek. Catching a glimpse of Peter out of the corner of his eye, Stiles allowed his body to go lax in the powerful hold.

Patrick was struggling with Derek who looked as if he had lost all reason as he snapped and snarled at Stiles from the enclosure of his father's arms. It wasn't until Maria tapped him on the nose that he stopped struggling and stood stiffly in place.

"What is going on out here?"

"He has it! That bitch's necklace. He's working for them, those fucking Argents." The moment of calm was broken and Derek once again tried to reach Stiles tugging his father a couple of feet closer as he struggled against his hold. Stiles pressed deeper back into Peter, who let his hand trace slow circles on Stiles unmarked hip.

"I'm not working for anyone! And what did the Argents ever do to you? The necklace belongs to Allison. Scott's being helping her look for it and I just it today on my way to the car today. I was going to give it to him tomorrow." Looking down to where Peter was slipping the tip of his thumb inside his jeans Stiles added, "Wow, hey no bad touch Uncle Pedo." Peter's chuckle warmed his ear.

"Allison?" Maria stepped closer and tilted Stiles' chin up. "I imagine she's an Argent?"

"Yeah. She just moved into town last week. She's been dating Scott and he's apparently totally in love with her. Her mom gave her this necklace; apparently it used to belong to her aunt or something, some family heirloom thing. She's been frantic to get it back. I just found it today, I swear."

Maria turned to look at Patrick and Derek. "Well apparently we have another Argent in Beacon Hills. No matter what Chris' actions were in the past we will need to keep an eye on her. Something must have happened to bring his daughter back to him." Reaching out she pulled Derek from her husband's grasp and into her own tight embrace. "He's not one of them son. You can't let your hate for her drive a wedge between you and the rest of the world."

With a frustrated growl Derek pulled gently away. He pressed his head to his mother's shoulder briefly before turning and running off into the forest. Maria watched him go for a second, sadness evident in her features. "I'll follow him until he calms down." Patrick said heading off into the woods himself. Maria turned and frowned at Laura and Alex who stood gapping on the stairs. They took one look at her and darted back inside.

"Stiles, I don't know how much you know about Allison but the Argents are not new to Beacons Hills. You see there are people out there that know about us, about werewolves." Peter let Stiles go, his hand lingering just a tad too long on his hip, and strolled back to the house. "Your Scott's girlfriend comes from a hunter family, a group of people whose sole desire in life is to kill us all. You need to be cautious around her."

"Yes, ma'am." Stiles said quickly knowing there was more to the story than he was being told. "But…what happened that made Derek so angry?"

Maria hugged Stiles for a second before answering. "I wish I could tell you that story Stiles, but some secrets aren't mine to share. I can tell you this much though, in all my years of being a wolf I have only felt a true blood lust once, and it was because of an Argent. Now come on, dinner will be ready soon."

Eyes searching the forest for a trace of Derek, Stiles shook his head and gestured to his ripped and bloody clothing. "I better get home before my father. There is no way I can explain this." Taking Maria's nod as his permission to go, Stiles hopped in his jeep and headed straight for home the events of the night rolling through his brain.

The sun was just starting to set as he pulled into the drive way making sure he left room for his dad's cruiser. The house was dark and Stiles knew he probably had hours left before his dad came home. The thought of hunters lurking in the shadows made his skin flicker with tension and unease, but if these hunters were capable of making someone as loving as Maria want to kill, clearly something wasn't right. Not that there was any explanation for Derek's sudden appetite for fleet of Stiles. Walking up the path to the door, he found himself shying at shadows. "Stupid, fraidy-cat werewolf," he muttered at himself as he hurried up to the door.

He didn't bother turning on any lights, wolf eyes made it so he could see just fine and he took the stairs two at a time up to his room. His hand was on the knob when he heard it, the rhythmic thump of a heart beat coming from behind the door. Opening the door slowly he entered with caution thinking that Derek had come to have another 'talk'. His claws scraped along the frame as he searched the shadows for the intruder.

His desk lamp flicked on blinding him for just a second. When his eyes cleared, Isaac was sitting, pale and wide eyed, on his bed. "I...I didn't have any place else to go." Isaac said, his eyes flashing across stiles wolfy features. "I was hoping that I could hide out here until I figured things out." Isaac's eyes traveled downward to where Stiles' claws still rested against the door frame and swallowed loudly. "But if you don't think it's a good idea, I can leave."

"No," Stiles said letting the claws slip away. "You are more than welcome to hide here." Listening to Isaac's frantic heartbeat he added, "But I guess you have a couple of questions for me huh."

"No shit!"