3rd POV*

"We have a problem," the man says as the conversation on the phone comes to an end.

A figure sitting behind the desk snorts and continues looking out the window to the skyline, "Yeah, what else is new?"

The door to the office opens, and two huge men dressed in fitted suits and covered in tattoos walk in, "Sara."

"Hm," the chair spinning around to look at those in her office, "why is it that the moment I leave, everything goes tits up? Huh?" All three men didn't know how to respond to the question, so they kept silent.

Sara pushes herself out of the comfortable chair, heels clicking against the marble floor as she walks around her desk. She walks over to the small table where a silver tray is filled with various alcohol and glasses types. With liquor now in her hand, she leans back against the table and looks at the men.

"Alright, dumb and dumber, why are you here?" The two men scrunch their faces at the nicknames.

"What?" The two men look at each other before turning back, "We can't see our little sister?"

The silence is deafening while she gives them the most unimpressed look imaginable, "No. Not when it's you two. So who is going to spill?" Both look to their shoes, the ceiling, their watches, anywhere as long as it is not Sara's eyes.

"Mateo," The burly man on the left looks at, "Javier," gathering her twin brother's attention, she studies them, "What's going on?"

"Mom told us to come up to your office and see if you needed help." Mateo rushes out.

"Uh-huh. I'm sure." She turns to the third man who has been ignored for most of the visit, "Alright, Alex," Sara thinks that is what his name is; she isn't sure. "What's the problem."

"I just got off with Jay, the one we sent to guard your house in Beacon Hills." Alex begins to hesitate now that he has to say news he knows will piss off his boss.

Sara nods dramatically, "Okay, what of it?"

His mouth opens and closes as he tries to speak.

"Fuck dude! Spit it out!" Sara's oh so superb temper finally surfacing.

"The Argents," all three of the Romanov children straighten their postures, a glare covering their faces, and one of them even let out a low growl.

Javier flashes his eyes, "What about the Argents?"

"They caught an omega running through the woods. After interrogating his, Gerard took a sword and cut him in half, yelling about how they were going to kill all the werewolves."

Sara's glass goes flying across the room before it makes contact with the cement wall. The drink didn't make it safe to say; she begins pacing back and forth in agitation.

"I'm not done," stopping mid-stride, Sara looks back at Alex, a sign for him to continue, "Gerard ordered his men to take both halves of the body and place them on the front lawn of your house. He claimed it was his gift to you and your family, boss."

A threatening chuckle slips past the lips of Mateo, "So it seems that the Argents have a death wish." Javier's eyes never once strayed from his younger sister's rigid stance; a sense of worry and dread begins to fill his body.

The silence in the room is deafening, Sara's eyes move flicker over to Alex, "What a wonderful message that is." A sickening smirk crosses her face, and she walks over to the desk, "I have to say, the Argent's are getting bolder. This makes things very interesting."

"What do you want us to do, boss?" the trembling voice of Alex resonates.

All the men's eyes study the girl in front of them, "Grab the men, prepare the cars. WE are going to Beacon Hills." The emphasis on the 'we' make the twins look at each other and nod in understanding before walking out the door to follow the given orders.


In Beacon Hills*

Stiles and Scott are walking towards the field, whispering to each other while glancing at every passing person.

"Scott, what's wrong?"

The wolf looks around, "There's another werewolf."

Gazing at their surroundings, Stiles grills the wolf, "Who?"

"It was kind of like a scent, but I couldn't tell who it was?"

Looking out at the field, "What if you get him one on one, would that help?" A plan is formulating in the Spazz's head.

"Yeah."

"Okay, I think I got an idea." Stiles runs off, disappearing from Scott's line of sight for a second before he runs back to the bench, "I told the coach that you're switching with Danny for the day." The human drops all the goalie equipment at Scott's feet for the wolf to put on.

A pained look crosses the boy's face, "But I hate playing goal."

"Remember when I said I had an idea?" a nod. "THIS is the idea."

Coach Finstock blows his whistle, and all the lacrosse players begin lining up for drills; Scott runs into the goal, and Coach tossed a ball at the first player in line. At the sound of Coach's whistle, the player begins to run towards the goal; before he could take any more steps, Scott sprints out of the cage and tackles the boy.

Stiles watches as each player begins the drill but soon gets tackled by his best friend. Wincing slightly, Stiles can practically hear Sara calling both him and Scott 'dumbasses.' Finstock quickly gets annoyed and storms over to Stiles, grabbing him by the cage in his helmet.

"Stilinski, what the hell is wrong with your friend?"

The boy stutters out a response, "Uh," a slight pause as Stiles tries to think of what to say, "He's failing two classes, he's a little socially awkward, he is kind of lost without Sara here telling him what to do, and if you look close enough his jawline is kind of uneven."

Finstock tilts his head and stares at Scott's jaw for a moment in thought, "Huh, that's interesting." Blowing the whistle one more time, only for Danny to be tackled by Scott. "McCall, you come out of that goal one more time; you will be doing suicide runs until you die. It will be the first-ever suicide run that ends in a suicide."

"Yes, Coach."

Jackson is the next person in line; he grabs his shoulder for show "Hey Coach, my shoulder is hurting. I think I am going to sit this one out."

Jackson disappears from the line, leaving Isaac Lahey in the open. The boy's eyes change yellow, and his breathing becomes heavier. Isaac grabs the ball, and before anyone knew it, both wolves were charging at each other. They both contact each other so hard that they go flying in the air before hitting the ground hard. Both boys look up at the same time, yellow eyes meeting yellow eyes.

"Please don't tell," the new wolf pleads with Scott as Sheriff Stilinski and another cop makes their way to the field.

Scott runs over to Stiles, and they both look at each other before watching the cops intently. "His father's dead." Scott relays the conversation to Stiles. "They think he was murdered."

"Are they saying that he is a suspect?" Stiles nervously inquires.

"I'm not sure. Why?"

"Because they can put him in a holding cell for 24 hours."

Scott's eyes widen at this information, "Like overnight?"

"Like during the full moon."

"Uh, how good are those hold cells at holding people?"

Stiles has a slight stroke at Scott's question before answering, "People good, Werewolves probably not that good."

"Stiles, remember when I said that I don't have the urge to maim and kill,"

"Yeah?"

Scott nods his head to the boy, "Well, he does."


Sara's POV*

My eyes staring at the road ahead of me, my foot pressing the gas pedal all the way to the floor, causing the needle to be all the way in the red. Four black Escalades surround my vehicle, one on each side and one in the front and back. Thinking over the information relayed to me by Alex, I think that is his name, which causes my lip to pull back in a snarl and a growl to rumble in my chest.

"Car coming up ahead." The walkie talkie crackles with one of my men's voices. In an instant, the cars on both my side slammed on their brakes and swerved into a single file line behind the car that covered my rear. The car coming the opposite way is less than a blur due to how fast we were going.

Once they pass, both the cars move from the back to my sides once more—our cars driving down the middle of the two-lane road.

I grab the walkie talkie from the cup holder and raise it to my lips, "Update on what's happening."

Nik's voice comes over the device, " As of right now, Isaac Lahey has been taken into holding regarding the murder of his father, Jackson Whitmore was questioned about the abuse out of Isaac Lahey, and Gerard Argent is now the principal of the school and just pulled Scott and Stiles into his office."

Irritation board lining anger bubble in my chest, "Alright, send Sam," the man who is my eyes and ears for me, "to Isaac Lahey's house. I want to know everything about that boy. Also, I want all the information regarding the death of Isaac's father. As for Jackson, we will deal with him later, and he isn't an imminent threat right now."

"Understood." Nik relays my order to Sam and then comes back over the line, "what do you want to do about Gerard?"

I grind my teeth together, "I already have a plan for that little shit." With that, I slam the device down and blast my music in hopes that it will calm me down.


With Scott and Stiles*

Scott starts questioning Stiles as they sit in chemistry class, "Why would Derek choose Isaac?"

"Peter told me that if the bite doesn't turn you, it will kill you." Stiles starts to fumble around with his pen as he thinks, "Maybe teenagers have a better chance of surviving."

"Does being a teenager mean that your dad can't hold him?"

"Not unless they have solid evidence or a witness," Stiles informs Scott.

Both the boys look around the classroom before Stiles notices something, "Wait!" Stiles pivots in his seat, "Danny, where's Jackson?"

The boy turns around, "The principal's office," Danny points to Stiles, "Talking to your dad."

"Why?"

Danny rolls his eyes at the boys, "Maybe because he lives across the street from Isaac."

The friends look at each other, eyes wide. "Witness," Scott mumbles.

"We got to get to the Principal's office," Stiles tells the wolf.

"How?"

Harris's voice calls out from the front of the room, "Everyone, please turn to page 73."

A balled-up piece of paper soars across the classroom and nails Harris in the back of his head as he was writing on the board. Harris whips around, a furious look on his face as the classroom breaks into peals of laughter.

"Who in the Hell did that?" Both Scott and Stiles have a dumb look on their face. Wide eyes, mouth slightly open, and they both point to each other in sync.


Principal's Office*

The two boys sat outside the office as Scott listens in on the police questioning Jackson. Less than a minute later, Sheriff Stilinski walks out of the office, and Stiles begins to panic. Grabbing a nearby magazine, Stiles rips it open, moving frantically in his seat, hitting Scott a couple of times, and tries to cover his face with it.

Stiles' dad watches the entire scene unfold and looks on in exasperation, "Hi, Scott," Sheriff Stilinski says, obviously irritated with his son but giving him a little dignity because Stiles sure as hell lost most of it during the whole fiasco.

"Hello, sir" Scott raises his hand, giving a sheepish wave. The Sheriff looks at his son one more time before scoffing and walking down the hall. Stiles peers over the top of the magazine, staring after his dad when a voice comes from above them.

"Boys, come on in," Looming over them is Gerard Argent.

Stiles swallows tightly in fear as Sara's voice rings out in the back of his mind, "Never trust an Argent. Nothing good ever happens when they are around."

Little did Stiles know, but Sara's same warning was running through Scott's mind as well. Both the boys stand up from the chairs and stiffly walk after the principal.

Gerard sits at his desk and grabs a file that was sitting off to the side, "Scott McCall, academically not the most accomplished, but I see that you have become quite the star athlete." Closing Scott's file, the old Argent grabs another one, "Stiles Stilinski, perfect grades but with little to no extracurricular activities. Maybe you should join the lacrosse team."

Stiles begins to explain, "Oh actually, I am already-"

Gerard cuts off the boy before turning to Scott, "Hold on, McCall, you're the Scott that was dating my granddaughter."

Scott's heart begins to beat rapidly, "We were dating but not anymore. Not dating. Not seeing any of each other or doing anything with each other. At all." Scott fumbling over his words causing Stiles to cringe internally.

"Relax, Scott, you look like you're about to crack a cyanide pill with your teeth." Gerard proclaims to the boy. Scott and Stiles tense slightly, and their hearts kick into high gear, the words 'cyanide pill' racing through their minds, and both the boys can hear Sara saying, ' get the hell out of there now.'

"Just a hard break up," Scott mutters while trying not to let his uneasiness show.

"Oh, that's too bad you seem like a pretty nice kid to me," leaning back in his chair, the principal continues, "now listen, you two, yes I am the principal, but I really don't want you to think of me as your enemy."

"Is that so?" Stiles inquires while trying to hold back a snort and sarcastic comment of, 'too late. Sara is already your enemy.'

"However, this being my first day, I do need to support my teachers, so, unfortunately, one of you is going to have to take the fall and stay behind for detention."

Scott looks over to Stiles, who is just nodding absentmindedly and looking at the floor. Feeling eyes on him, Stiles looks up and sees both his best friend and the principal are looking at him, "Oh, come on!" Stiles whines, knowing that he was the one who got the short end of the stick.

Scott runs out of the school just in time to see Isaac Lahey sitting in the back of a police cruiser. He looks at Scott through the window and keeps eye contact until the vehicle is no longer in sight. Scott turns around to head back to the school when a set of wheels come to a screeching halt behind him. Turning around, Scott sees a familiar Camero waiting in front of him; Scott walks up to the car as Derek lowers the passenger side window and ducks his head slightly.

"Get in," Derek demands.

Scott turns his head to look at Derek in disbelief, "you see that," Scott points to where the cop car left, "you did that."

"I know that," Derek sighs and looks down at the floor in shame before looking back up, "now get in the car and help me."

"No, I have a better idea. I'm gonna call a lawyer because a lawyer might have a chance at getting him out of there before the moon comes up." Scott protests.

"Not when they do a real search of the house."

"What do you mean?"

Derek breathes heavily out of his nose, "whatever Jackson said to the police, what's inside the house is worse, a lot worse." Scott sighs at Derek's words before his backpack drops to his hand and opens the passenger door. No comments were said as Derek speeds off to the Lahey house.

When the wolves got to Isaac's house, the sky has turned dark, providing them with enough cover to sneak into the house.

"If Isaac didn't kill his father, who did?" Scott inquires while using the flashlight to scan around the house.

"I don't know yet."

"Then how do you know he's telling the truth?"

"Because I trust my senses, and it is a combination of them, not just your sense of smell." Scott looks over to Derek. The older wolf having a knowing look on his face and amusement in his eyes.

"You saw the lacrosse thing today?"

"Yeah," the word was drawn out a bit in what Scott can only assume resignation.

"Did it look that bad?"

"Yeah," Derek says sternly while putting a hand on Scott's shoulder. Walking to the back of the house, a door is shut leading to the basement.

"You wanna learn?" Derek gestures down the stairs after the door is open, "Let's start now."

Walking down the stairs, "what's down here?" caution lining Scott.

"Motive."

"What am I looking for?" Scott comes to the bottom of the stairs and looks to Derek for an answer.

"Follow your senses." Both males are now enveloped in darkness. They begin walking around, and their attention is pulled to a white metal box.

"What happened down here?"

A voice, not Derek's, chimes out from the far corner of the basement, "The kind of thing that leaves an impression." Derek and Scott whirl around, eyes red and yellow, narrowing in on the figure. Derek takes a step forward and releases a deep warning growl.

"Oh, calm down," the voice says, "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Why are you here?" Scott asks the man who is now in the middle of the room.

The man sighs, "I am here to do a job for my boss." He looks at the white fridge before heading towards the stairs. "That being said, I got everything I needed so that I will be leaving."

As he reaches the top stair, Derek demands, "who is your boss?"

The man pivots slightly, his head turning to look back at the wolves, "Sara."

As he responds, his eyes turn to an icy blue. His answer makes Scott and Derek look at each other in confusion, and when they ask the man more questions, he is simply gone. No sound, no movement; it was like he was never in the house. He was gone as quickly as he came.

Shaking themselves out of a stupor, Scott kneels and traces the set of nail marks on the floor. Pointing the flashlight on the freezer, Scott gets up and walks over to it, and stares blankly.

"Open it," at Derek's words, Scott breaks the lock and opens the lid.

Breathe catching slightly as the flashlight shows nail marks on all sides, dry blood on every surface, and small indents of someone trying to force their way out.

"This is why he said yes to you."

Derek looks at the fridge, "everyone wants power."

"If we help you, then you have to stop. You can't just go running around turning people into werewolves." Pleading with the Alpha to understand.

"I can if they are willing."

"Did you tell Isaac about the Argents, about being hunted?" the questions being used to see if Derek tricked the boy.

"Yes," making Scott feel slightly better but not really, "and he still asked."

"Then he's an idiot!"

"And you're the idiot dating Argent's daughter." Scott looks shocked to hear those words come from Derek's mouth, "Yeah, I know your little secret. And if I know, how long do you think it's going to take for them to find out. Better yet, what is going to happen when Sara finds out? Hm?"

Scott looks to the ground mulling over the words, and Derek continues speaking, "You saw that happens to an Omega. With me, you learn how to use all of your senses; with me, you learn control," to emphasize his point, Derek grabs Scott's hand and holds it up to show the claws. "Even on a full moon."

Scott yanks his hand away from Derek, "If I'm with you, I lose her."

"You're going to lose her anyway. You know that." Derek turns and takes a step to the stairs.

"Wait," Derek looks to Scott, motioning for him to continue speaking, "I'm not part of your pack, but I want him out. He's my responsibility too."

"Why? Because he's one of us?"

"Because he is innocent," Derek nods at Scott's reasoning before turning around.

Scott hesitates, "Hey Derek."

"Yeah?" Derek stops on the stairs.

"When Sara finds out about me dating Allison, do you think that you can control her? Make her not as mad?"

Derek's eyes soften slightly at the sound of her name, "There is nothing and no one who can control Sara." Scott deflates at Derek'd words, "But, I might be able to calm her down a little, make the reaction less than what it could be. But I can make no guarantees."

Scott pleads with the older male, "Please, please just try. I don't want to lose my best friend." the words barely louder than a whisper, but Derek still hears them.

Finding some sympathy in him, Derek nods in understanding before continuing to the main floor. With the basement door shutting behind him, Derek makes his way out to his car. He runs his hand down his face before grabbing his phone, thumb hesitating over the picture of the girl who wormed her way into his heart. Turning the phone off, Derek slams it into the passenger seat and hits his head on the top of his seat in frustration.


Sara's POV*

Crossing the 'Welcome to California,' I know that Beacon Hills is only thirty minutes away. An hour or so for ordinary people but with the way I drive, I am surprised that I haven't gotten pulled over yet.

My phone begins playing music and vibrating; I look down at my phone and see 'Nik Calling."

I hit the green button to answer and then the speaker button, "What?"

"Well, aren't you chipper?" Nik's voice comes over the line and is filled with sarcasm.

"Not in the mood Nikky," my tone signals my brother become serious.

"Sorry. Alright, when I got to the house this morning, Sam and I moved it so you can inspect it later, but that's not important at the moment. Currently, Scott and Derek went to the Lahey house to see the basement, and Sam was still there. Sam exchanged a couple of words before leaving; however, Sam was able to grab all the information regarding the Lahey family and more."

Nodding to myself, "Good, what else is happening?"

"Derek just left the house, and he is waiting in his car for something." My wheel jerks, causing my car to make a hard left. And my tires squeal as the car drifts.

"Uh, what was that, Sara?"

"I needed to make a turn."

"That sounded a lot more aggressive than turning but alright. How far away are you from Beacon Hills?"

Looking down at the time, I notice that we have been talking for about ten to fifteen minutes. "I'll be in Beacon Hills in fifteen minutes."

"Head straight to the police station; Derek and Stiles just pulled up."

I raise my eyebrow at his sentence, "Okay. Hopefully, I don't have to clean up Stiles' body." With that, I end the call and begin pulling my car even harder.

Grabbing the walkie talkie, I gave my men a new order, "Alright, here's the deal. Three cars head to my house and set up. The one following me, we are going to the police station."

A chorus of "Yes ma'am" chimes all at once.

Driving down a road, there is a right turn to take us into town and to the police station. Jerking my car to the right, the first three cars continue straight, heading to my house. Slowing my car slightly, I wait for the last car to follow my turn and line up behind me, flashing the brights to signal they are all set.

My foot slams back down on the gas and begin weaving through cars as we approach the city. As we come to the police station, we stop going 100 mph and start driving the speed limit of 45. My lights turn off, and a pull my car into the back of the parking lot, making sure not to get noticed. Climbing out of the car, my men pull up next to me and meet me towards the back of our cars.

"What are your orders, boss?"

"Two of you take my car home and help the other men," two men nod, and I hand over the keys. "You two," I point to the remaining men, "wait for me here."

"Let's go," my hand slaps the back of my car, and my men take it as their cue to leave.

Watching the car disappear from my sight, I turn my attention to the blue Jeep sitting in front of the station. Sighing, I walk closer, so I can hear the two men better.

"Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office." I file that piece of useful information away to be used at a later date. "The problem is getting past the front desk." At Stiles' words, I peer through the window to see an officer standing in the lobby.

"I'll distract her," Derek says, his voice pulling me back to the Jeep and raise an eyebrow.

Stiles grabs Derek's shoulder, thus stopping him from leaving the Jeep. "Wait." Derek looks down at the hand that is holding his jacket and back at the boy, "I'm taking my handoff. Anyway, you were arrested."

"I was exonerated," Derek argues back.

"You're still a person of interest."

"An innocent person."

"Inno- you?" Stiles is having a hard time with Derek saying he was innocent. I snicker lightly at their bickering, and I can see Stiles deflate, knowing he won't win this fight. "Okay, fine, what's your plan?"

Derek looks at Stiles like he needs help, "To distract her." Derek speaks slowly as if saying it to a child.

"How? By punching her in the face?" Stiles makes a weird face to prove his point; I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing aloud.

"By talking to her."

"Okay, give me a sample; what are you going to open with?" Derek sighs and stares blankly at the boy. I have to slap my hand across my mouth to silence the cackle that slipped by. I can hear my two men snickering by the car while trying to keep a straight face and failing miserably.

"Dead silence that should work beautifully, any other ideas?"

Derek tilts his head in thought, "I'm thinking about punching you in the face." The offended squeak from Stiles made my stomach hurt from how much laughter I was trying to suppress.

Derek climbs out of the car and straightens his leather jacket, the sight of him causing my breath to catch. "Oh," Derek turns around to Stiles, "and the whole dead silence thing," slight pause as Stiles nods, "it worked on Sara, didn't it?"

An affronted look crosses the human's face before he says aloud, "But Sara's not normal." A 'what the hell' look travels my face before the truth of Stiles' words settle in, and I shrug and nod in agreement.

Attention snapping over to my wolf, I watch as he leans against the counter—the action causing him to lean closer to the female officer, giving her a full smile.

"How can I help," the officer finally looks up from her paperwork and is stunned, "you?" the last word comes out as if she is out of breath.

"Um, I had a question, I'm-I'm sorry I'm a little thrown. I wasn't expecting someone-" Derek flirts with her, and I watch her eyes run lazily up and down his form.

3rd POV*

Derek flirts with the officer; he can't help but feel guilty and slightly angry. The guilt stemming from flirting with someone else who wasn't Sara, even if it was to save his beta. The anger is what shocked him, the rage that rushed over him as he watches the lady's eyes run up and down his form. Trying to keep up appearances, Derek ran his eyes along her body, disgust bubbling up in him, his body and mind refusing to look at another person like this other than his Sara.

"Like me?" The officer teases him slightly, causing a slight snarl to come from Sara's hiding form.

Derek swallows hard, "I was going to say 'so incredibly beautiful,' but that works too" Stiles looks up from where he is crawling and gives Derek a dumb look before continuing on his worm journey.

Sara sees Stiles make it past the front desk, and she quickly spins on her heel and runs off.

Sara POV*

Looking around, I see a small walkway that leads to the back of the building. Running over, a door with a lock is the only thing stopping me from entering the building. Tugging hard on the bottom half of the bolt, it breaks open, and I toss both pieces off to the side. I slip through the door and begin walking to Stiles' scent.

"Sorry, I was," Stiles trails off, causing my eyebrows to crease in the middle, "oh sh-"

That is the last thing I hear from my friend, and it is enough to make me run. I follow the sounds of muffled shouting and hitting, the lights above me start flashing, and the fire alarm goes off. I tiptoe closer to the holding cells when I hear Isaac growl and the sound of a body hitting the ground.

Looking in the cell, Isaac is completely transformed, Stiles is cowering close to the wall, and Derek is surveying the damage Isaac did to the room and the man. A needle full of wolfsbane is lying on the ground, and I slam my foot down on it, causing the glass to shatter and the sound to pull the others' attention.


3rd POV*

The sound of glass shattering under a large amount of force causes all the males to look at the doorway. Standing there in all of her glory is Sara Romanov.

Derek looks over her body, taking in everything. The complex hairstyle she has, the bare amount of makeup on her face, a tight white cami covered by a black leather jacket, a pair of blue jeans with a various rip that hug her hips and long legs like a second pair of skin, and finally the black heels that show off her foot tattoo and it was with those pairs of heels were the ones who destroyed a tool that was meant to harm his beta. Derek's breathe catches in his throat, heart beating in excitement, desperately wanting to hug her to make sure that she is really there and not another one of his dreams.

Sara looks up from the broken syringe, and her eyes immediately fall to the man who seemed to be in every thought she had while she was away. The sight of him standing there in the leather jacket she had given him causes her heart to beat faster. Her eyes running over every inch of his face as if she would never see him again, capturing every detail. The color of his hazel eyes that she could stare into for hours on end, the strong bridge of his nose, the beard covering the lower half of his face, which Sara knew from experience, would tickle her as she ran her hands over it. Finally, she eyed the strong jawline that could cut marble.

The two are snapped out of their thought that seemed like they lasted forever, but in reality, it was less than 45 seconds when Isaac lets out a threatening growl. Sara moves in a blur to stand in front of her friend as his protector, never letting anything hurt him as long as she was alive. Isaac paused for a second but continued on his mission, undeterred by Sara. Derek seeing that his beta wasn't going to stop and Sara preparing for a fight, jumps in front of his woman and lets out a loud threatening roar, eyes flashing red and fangs flashing.

Isaac cowers at the sight of his Alpha and immediately curls into a ball in a corner. The boy whimpering slightly as he begins to change back into a human. From his stance in front of Sara, Derek watches that his beta is now back to normal and no longer a threat.

"How did you do that?" Stiles stutters out to Derek.

"I'm the Alpha," A proud look crosses Derek's face, and he watches Sara turn around and crouch down to help Stiles from the floor.

Isaac watches from his position as his Alpha stands guard even though there is no imminent threat. Derek's arms are out to the sides, making him appear larger; after catching every detail of Derek's defensiveness, Isaac shifts his eyes to the woman. In his werewolf induced haze, he couldn't decipher who stepped in his way. Sara Romanov. Eyes widening, Isaac watches as she helps Stiles up.

Derek speaks up in the quiet room, "We have to get him out of here."

Sara nods in agreement, "Yeah. It's not safe for him."

"Sara." Stiles whispers, his mind finally realizing she came back, "you're back!"

Stiles rushes forward and grabs Sara, pulling her into a tight hug. Her arms slowly and awkwardly hug the boy back, "Yeah, Stiles, I'm back."