Well he had done it. He had managed to get onto a plane and fly all the way back to Beacon Hills. Only to chicken out at the airport. Instead of calling Scott and telling him he was back in town, like he'd planned. He had called a cab and for some dumb ass reason, he had the cabby drop him outside his dad's old house.

Or well his house.

After his father had been killed, the house had been left to him, not that he really wanted it. He'd thought about selling it. But chose to hang on to it just in case it was needed one day.

Then on his 18th birthday he also found he inherited some money. Turned out his mother had put money aside while she was alive for him. According to her lawyer she had dubbed his college fund but the money was his to use however he wished. There was also the small bit of money his brother Camden had left him. The same brother he had been furious with for leaving him behind. Turned out Cam had tried his best to insure if anything happened to him Iaasc could get away from their father.

He was positive his father hadn't known about either inheritances or the man would have tried to find a way to get ahold of the money. Together they gave him a good size nest egg should he want it. Truth was he hadn't touched any of the money. It felt wrong to him, to gain from their deaths. So, he left it alone. Besides Chris had been willing to help him out until he found a job.

In fact, the man still insisted he help out, he paid more than half the rent on their apartment in Paris despite returning to California, he had an annoying habit of putting money in Isaac's bank account at random for food or necessities, Chris insisted, and even had things delivered to the apartment when Isaac refused to accept the money. Isaac wanted to hate the man's need to take care of him, but it gave him a warm feeling inside, something his father never caused and he found he liked being looked after.

Even with Chris helping, Isaac had insisted on getting a job. He wanted to be able to help out and spend his own money. His job wasn't much, cleaning tables and heavy lifting at a smell restaurant a few blocks away from the apartment. But Isaac loved it. It was easy and constant enough he never felt overwhelmed, the people that worked there were nice and funny, and the owner sent him home with dinner every night.

Despite being happy with his apartment and job, the ache he felt in his chest never went away. Something in him burned to go home. To return to his friends and pack. He'd tried to ignore it, took extra shifts at work, ran miles each night until he was too tired to think, anything to distract him from that damn ache.

But it was a distraction that had only worked for so long, it seemed. Because he had finally given in.

As he walked towards the front door, a strange scent caught his attention. He sniffed the air. It wasn't any members of the pack, at least not of the members he knew. Chris had mentioned a few new ones over their weekly phone calls.

Isaac couldn't understand why any of them would be hanging around his old place though, and from the strength of the smell whoever it was spent a lot of time here.

Quietly and cautious Isaac placed his duffle bag on the ground and unlocked the front door. He didn't have to go far to understand. There on the living room floor was a young man, probably only a year or two separated them in age.

The boy shifted in his sleep but didn't wake up. Isaac took another nose full of kid's scent, there was something else about him, something more than human, but not another wolf. And just under that was a hint of Scott, Stiles, and Melissa. There were others but those are the ones that stood out the most to him. The other boy may not be a member of the pack, but he was close to them to smell like Melissa which meant he was a friend.

Careful not to wake the kid up Isaac grabbed his bag and closed the door. Again the kid stirred, probably from the noise, but he didn't wake up. Isaac let out a relieved breath and walked into the kitchen. It was bare, except for a few cans of food on the counter, he looked them over and then searched the rest of the house.

The kid was clearly homeless and crashing here, and from the looks of it really needed new clothes and food.

Which was odd, Scott wasn't one for letting someone suffer. No matter how stubborn they were. Him and Melissa had taken Isaac in no questions asked when he needed, he couldn't imagine they wouldn't have with this kid. Which meant, he let out a breath and sat down on the bottom stair, they didn't know.

He pulled out his phone, it was early, 5 am. He knew Melissa tended to work graveyard shifts. Sending out a silent prayer, he put his phone on silent and sent her a text. It didn't take long for her to reply.

Turned out the kid's name was Corey. Scott wanted him in the pack but the kid was afraid due to some asshole named Theo. She told him that his room was free and they were both welcome there as long as they needed. She also sent a selfie of her smiling bright with the words 'Welcome home.' under it. He grinned and sent her a thank you.

Then he put his phone in his pocket and carefully walked over to where Corey was sleeping.

He wasn't sure touching the kid was smart, Isaac knew for a fact if you tried that to him, he woke up claws out ready to fight. So he kneeled down close and whispered the kid's name, "Corey."

It took a couple tries before the kid shot up in bed and to Isaac's bewilderment fucking disappeared.

"Woah," He said, then he heard the kid moving off the bed, "Wait!" He called out. "I'm part of Scott's pack." Or at least he hoped he still was. "My names Isaac." He prayed that he had been mentioned. He let out a relieved breath when the kid stopped moving.

"Corey right? Melissa told me a little bit about you." He heard the kids heart beat pick up.

"You're scared." He muttered, "Shit, you don't have to be scared of me, I swear I'm not going to hurt you. I can call Scott he can tell you." He pulled out his phone already going to do that, but a hand wrapped around his wrist and suddenly Corey was standing in front of him.

"Don't." The kid looked freaked.

"Why not?" Isaac asked.

"They'll tell Stiles's dad." It didn't even take a second for the implication to sink it.

"Come on," He said moving back towards the kids bed. Corey was still holding on to his wrist so when he moved the kid came with him. "How much do you know about me?" Isaac asked as he sat down.

Corey looked unsure and remained standing.

"You're Scott's beta, or first beta, his friend." The kid's shoulders dropped and he sunk down on the bed next to Isaac, "Everyone keeps mentioning you when they talk about Scott's pack. The twins said something about missing pack mates. His mom said that you were one." Isaac let out a breath he hadn't noticed he had been holding, so he was pack still, and Scott was feeling something like he was.

"Did you know I lived with them." He asked looking at the kid.

Corey shook his head no.

"My dad died and my Alpha at the time Derek, kicked me out. I had no were else to go. Scott and Melissa offered me a room in their house. I wasn't even a part of Scott's part. We weren't even really friends then, and they still took me in." He pulled out his phone and pulled of Melissa's text, he handed it to Corey.

"Stiles's dad is a good person, him and Chris made sure no one questioned it. Somehow Melissa became my guardian and when I left Chris took over. They aren't going to let anyone take you away from here." Corey seemed surprised by the messages he read and he handed Isaac back his phone.

"I don't want an Alpha." Corey said after a second.

"Yeah, Melissa said something about that. And guess what she still told me to drag your ass to her house." He saw the kids mouth twitch. "You don't have to be pack, you're a friend, trust me, that's enough for Scott to want to help. That idiot wants to help everyone." Corey looked over and gave him a weird look.

"What?" He asked.

"Stiles and Lydia are the only ones that talk about him like that." Isaac chuckled.

"Well Stiles is his best friend and Lydia doesn't censerself for anyone." He pushed to his feet, "Now come on, let's pack your stuff up and get you into a house that has an air conditioner and food in the fridge." Corey still seemed weary but he got up and started to fold his blankets up. It didn't take them long to get all of Corey's stuff folded and shoved in a couple pillow cases. Both pillows ended up left behind as Isaac knew Scott had more than enough.

Scott's house was only a block or so away, so he didn't bother calling a cab. Instead he helped Corey carry his stuff over. He hesitated outside the front door. His heart felt like it was in his throat and his stomach was in knots.

"You okay?" Corey asked.

"Yeah." He said pulling himself together. He didn't have to pull out his keys, because someone inside the house was already moving towards the door. Scott's scent hit him and his wolf whined his mind.

Corey fidged as Scott opened the door.

"Look I brought a stray." Was the first thing Isaac thought to say and it seemed to be the right thing because both Corey and Scott laughed.

"Let me help." Scott said reaching out to take one of the pillow cases from Corey.

"So, mom's in the kitchen, something about feeding her favorite son," Scott shot him a playful grin. "And Corey." Isaac laughed and something in him unknotted. Melissa was the same amazing woman she had always been. Scott wasn't mad at him, he was home.

"We're putting Corey in your old room. You can crash with me for a couple nights until we clear out the room down here. It's been used as storage from my dads old junk for years so it might-," Scott started walking up the stairs not even notice Isaac's red face or Corey's nervousness. "-take a couple days to get everything out. Mom already messaged Argent, to see if he has an extra furniture you can use." When they reached the top stair, Isaac to realize Scott was rambling. His friend was just as nervous as he was and was trying to hide it by talking as much as possible. He snorted.

"Scott." His Alpha stopped and turned to look at him.

"Breath." He teased and heard Corey snort from behind him.

"Sorry," Scott blushed and lowered his head. Isaac laughed. He pushed passed Scott to open his old bedroom door. The bed had already been stripped and remade, Isaac stopped when he noticed Scott's scent heavy in the air, he looked over his shoulder and Scott bit his lip, "twins slept in my room the other night." the alpha shrugged his shoulders.

"Okay." Isaac said, he moved to drop the arm full of stuff he was carrying on to the bed Corey seemed to hesitate at the door and Isaac was grateful when Scott took the other case from the shy boy. The two of them didn't saw a word as they pulled out all of Corey stuff. Most of it smelled dirty and stale, Isaac looked up at Scott, silently asking him what he wanted to do.

"Hey, Corey, is it okay if we wash your stuff?" Scott asked looking at the poor kid who was still standing in the doorway. Isaac could tell the other boy didn't want them to. He would bet it was because of the strange scent that clung to the blankets. They'd belonged to someone important and safe to Corey.

In a new place it was something that would help him feel comfortable. Scott stood up and walked over to the boy, Isaac knew he was going to try and comfort him, he thought about helping but he was a stranger. Corey had no reason to trust him.

A knock at the front door startled him and he saw Scott's entire body relax. At first Isaac thought maybe his friend had called Stiles for help. But when Melissa opened the door, the male voice that spoke was unknown to him and he listened as someone rushed up the stairs. Corey's hearing must have finally picked something up because he spun around and in a second the quiet boy had his arms full of a black kid that looked about the same age.

Isaac caught his scent and understood. He looked up at Scott and gave him smile.

"You're an idiot!" He heard the black kid scolded Corey.

"I'm sorry." Corey muttered.

Scott gestured towards the door with his head and Isaac picked up his own bag and made his way around the two boys.

"Mason," Scott said, getting both kids attention, "you're staying?" The other kid grinned and nodded his head.

"Can you two work a washing machine." Isaac tried not to laugh at the 'duh,' look the dark skinned boy shot Scott. "Good." Scott said, "You guys can make sure all Corey's stuff gets washed. Go head and start a load then go down stairs, mom's cooking breakfast." Isaac zoned out any reply they might have said as he walked into Scott's room and dropped his bag at the end of the bed. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

He had missed this smell. Scott always smelled like warm vanilla to him.

"Isaac." He heard his name, it was said softly and he could hear the nerves in Scott's voice. He turned and suddenly found himself wrapped in his own hug. "I missed you." Scott whispered into his chest.

"I missed you too." He said back. They stood there like that for a while, longer the acceptable, long enough for him to hear Corey and Mason starting a load of laundry and heading down stairs. Before they broke apart.

"Come on," Scott said happily, "Mom's dying to see you." Isaac grinned back and followed his Alpha down stairs into the kitchen, where he was once again wrapped into a hug by another McCall.

Deans' POV

It was far too early for him to be awake, truth was he hadn't gone to bed yet. Him and Sam had spent most of the night on the phone with Bobby trying to find other ways to track the pack of ferals. The older hunter had figured someone with magic was hiding them and that they might need magic to find them. Only without knowing the exact kind of spells this person was using they still had too many books to look through. Bobby was trying to narrow down their search but so far wasn't having much luck.

He had been drifting off over one of Sam's books when his brother told him to get them breakfast. So, here he was walking out to his beloved car, only when he went to open the driver side door, he noticed the front tire was flat. Stepping back to look at the side of the car, he noticed the back tired as well. And after a quick walk around he found all four tires were flat. Knowing this was in no way a coincidence he pulled out his phone and called Sammy.

"Burgers aren't breakfast." His brother's answer, in a normal situation this would have made him laugh but he was pissed about his car.

"Someone fucked with baby." He growled, "They deflated all four tires."

"You think they are a warning or a way to stop us from going somewhere?" Sam asked.

"I don't know. It's pretty lame either way." He replied, kneeling down to check the front right tire, "No nails or slash marks, all I have to do is put air back in 'em." He sighed and stood up. "Shouldn't take too long to find a mechanic who can bring an air compressor."

"Want me to call Noah or Chris see if they have one?" His brother asked, and that probably was a better idea. "Yeah, please."

"K. one sec." His brother hung up and a minute later he got a text saying that Chris was on his way. Leaning against baby, Dean looked around. The sun was starting to fill the sky and there was a small mom and pop diner across the street, that had flipped their sign to open. He had been hoping for something cheap and quick, but since he was stuck here might as well get him and Sammy a proper breakfast.