So, maybe I overreacted to the start of college. I won't promise consistency (because that would be a lie), but I think I will be able to handle at least one chapter every two weeks, baring foreseen and unforeseen circumstances, of course.

This chapter comes with a warning: someone is going to be in a bad place this chapter, real bad. So, those who are faint of heart may want to skip this chapter. It will only be lightly mentioned and shouldn't affect the plot too much. It is a sort of fluff chapter. It also contains more cussing then I think I used in the rest of the story.

Another full moon had past, just as bad as the last. The therapy hadn't helped. Actually, this time was worse. Last time all he got were vague memories of assaulting Danny and Allison. This time, he had hallucinations, terrible hallucinations.

He had still, once again, injured both Danny and Allison. Danny, particularly, had bites that would be hard to explain away if his parents saw.

Danny was the nicest person he had ever met. There wasn't anything mean about him.

It's not like this was the first time he had considered doing this. But before, no matter how bad things got, there was no reason for him to. Yeah, his life sucked, but he was too scared to leave. Now, he was doing it for the others, his Pack.

If he leaves them, no longer would Danny and Allison be stuck holding him down on the full moon. If he leaves, the Pack would no longer have him as dead-weight, holding them back from their true potential.

He stood up on the toilet, put the noose around his neck, and prepared to step off.

Stiles had a weird feeling, like he forgot something important, almost the same as that time Allison and Scott were being held at arrow point by that Amazon. He raised his hand.

The teacher, Mrs Naile said, "Yes, Stiles?"

Stiles said, producing a lie babble, "May I use the restroom? I really, really need to go. Like I think I may pee my pants soon. I totally shouldn't have drunken those 4 bottles of water before class. Sixteen ounces times…"

Mrs Naile interrupted him and said, "Just go. Now."

He got up and said, "Thanks." He ran to the bathroom. There should be quiet enough for him to focus enough to contact Derek. Too bad his phone was dead. Stupid phone died during first period.

As soon as he walked in, he saw why his wolf alarm was going off. Isaac was hanging from the rafters from a simple noose. Stiles ran up and got him down. He was passed out, but his heart was still beating. Thank God he didn't know how to tie a Hangman's Noose. This was bad, beyond bad. Derek was not going to be happy.

Isaac opened his eyes and found himself in Stiles' arms. He knew he was in trouble.

Stiles, with a tone and look of sadness, asked, "Why?"

Isaac had expected, if he had been caught, to be scolded, told he was useless, or just simply ignored. The look on Stiles' face made him feel worse. Isaac mumbled hoarsely, "I d-didn't w-want to be a b-burden anymore."

Stiles looked at him with a look of fiery resolve. He said, "We are Pack, right?"

Isaac said, "Y-yes. That's wh-why I cared enough to st-stop holding you guys back."

Stiles looked straight at Isaac, and said, " 'Love feels no burden, thinks nothing of its trouble, attempts what is above its strength, pleads no excuse for impossibility, for it thinks all things are lawful for itself and all things are possible,' Thomas Kempis. We are family, meaning no matter what; we will be there for you. You will get better, and then you'll no longer be 'holding us back' (Stiles included air quotes). We like you for you."

Isaac protested weakly, "Wh-what if I don't get better soon enough? Mr Argent is a-almost out of the mixture. If y-you can't hold me down, how are you g-going to keep me under control? I'm better off d-dead, where I won't thr-threaten the entire Pack."

Stiles said sternly, "You will not say those words again. Derek and I have a Plan B for you. We are building a werewolf proof cage, even alpha testing it before the next full moon. It's about 6'x10', which isn't a large space, but is about the size of an average bathroom. I will take care of my family, no matter what. So you will stop this self-hate crap and realize you are an amazing person in your own right. Your father was a fucking lying asshole for telling you that you were useless. Everyone in the pack cares for you."

Then Stiles broke the one big rule for Isaac: he hugged him.

Isaac tensed for a moment, and then relaxed. There was something amazingly comforting about Stiles' hug, almost like the ones Isaac's mother used to give.

Isaac hugged back for a moment, and then let go. He got up and said weakly, "Th-thanks."

Stiles said, "I'm not going to tell a teacher, but I am telling Derek."

Isaac said, dejectedly, "Ok."

Isaac started to walk out of the bathroom, and then turned around and asked, "H-how did y-you kn-know?"

Stiles smiled and said, "Wolfy super power."

Stiles left the bathroom after Isaac and went back to class. Mrs Naile immediately asked, "What took so long, Stiles?"

Stiles started, "I…" and then grabbed a piece of paper and wrote: I had to talk a friend out of suicide.

Mrs Naile looked at the note, then at Stiles' face. She could see the truth in that statement. Mrs Naile nodded her head and mouthed who?

Stiles shook his head in response. Their secret, he mouthed.

Derek fussed at Isaac as soon as he got in the car. He told Isaac that too many people loved him too much for him just to go off and kill himself, and then told him that no matter what, he was there for him.

That night, Isaac dreamed about his hallucination.

He father was standing over him, fist raised. He started hitting Isaac. "Why aren't you more like Camden? He was strong and brave. He was well liked. You are just a stupid, ignorant, useless little fucker. You will never amount to anything. It's no wonder no one likes you. Who would like a dirty little freak like you? You're just like your mother, so pathetic. You will never amount to anything, you pansy ass mother fucker."

Then, something shifted. It changed from the hallucination.

Derek stepped in. He grabbed Mr Lahey's hand and said, "You will not lay a hand on that boy again."

Mr Lahey responded, "Who are you to tell me how to treat my son?"

Derek said, "He is my son now, and you will never touch him again."

Stiles walked up and said, "And you, sir, are the pansy ass mother fucker. What kind of asshole hits his own son? You don't even deserve the title 'father'. You are just a sick, twisted man who deserves a fate far worse than prison. You should go so very far away from Beacon Hills, because we will find you, and there will be no body to find."

Mr Lahey was starting to get scared.

Danny walks up and said coolly, "And trust me, a lot of people like Izzy. And you should know that we are probably the most dangerous group on this coast."

Jackson walks up and stated, "We are more his family then you ever were."

Allison walked up with her bow in hand and said, "Isaac is already more of a man then you will ever be."

Lydia entered and said, "You won't even know what hit you if you come near Isaac again."

Scott came in and said, "We are Hale Pack. Mess with one of us, you mess with all of us."

Then they all shifted.

Isaac woke up feeling much better. He knew he was taken care of, that he was loved, and that his father was never going to touch him again.

Somewhere in the California Penal System

Mr Lahey awoke, scared out of his mind.

Next up is a real treat, the action is about to rev up. This is the chapter I've been waiting for.