Chapter 5

As soon as the door shut to Stiles' room Derek started tearing through each room.

"What are you doing?" Peter queried and he followed his nephew through the house.

"Looking" Derek bit out.

"Looking for…" Peter encouraged.

"Just looking"

Peter sighed, "This is ridiculous why not just admit that you have no idea where your youngest beta's room is?"

Derek turned and grabbed Peter by the throat, "I don't recall asking for your opinion and I definitely don't want you here."

"Too bad," Peter replied, "I'm not here for you"

Stepping back Derek finally took a long look at his uncle, "Why are you here?"

"I'm not telling"

"Then shut up and get lost" Derek growled then turned on his heal and continuing his search, but this time he followed Peter's scent through the house.

Peter watched his nephew move off with a more determined pace, and he seemed to have an idea of where he's going. "Derek…"

A resounding roar cut off any comment Peter might have come up with and he groaned as he ran towards the basement knowing that Derek had finally found what he'd been looking for.

Isaac gave a slight smile as the Hale house finally came into view. That run had sucked. He was soar all over from training and that run. It didn't help that he had already been soar going into the day. He had learned though, Derek had drilled the lesson home.

He had been training on Wednesday and he'd been partnered with Stiles when it came time to spar. Isaac wasn't thrilled but hoped that by being partnered with Stiles he wouldn't have to run after since there was no way he could loose to the human.

For some reason Derek decided to pay close attention to his sparing match with Stiles and didn't seem happy about how things were going.

At first Isaac tried to go easy on Stiles, the boy was only human after all. When Derek saw this he snapped at Isaac to stop wasting time and actually try to win. So Isaac put just the slightest more force into his punches.

As soon as he threw a punch that wasn't completely weak Derek yanked his arm back and punched him right in the stomach.

"Derek?" Isaac asked confused.

"What the hell are you doing?" Derek demanded, "I told you to spar not actually attack!"

"Derek I'm fine" Stiles shouted, "He didn't even touch me. Erica went harder on me!"

Derek ignored Stiles and Isaac soon found himself 'sparing' with the alpha. Derek had made sure that his point was understood. And it had been, Isaac was never going to touch Stiles again. He wasn't even going to look at Stiles if he could help it.

He stumbled up the porch steps and noiselessly opened the back door, taking a deep breath. From the smell of things it seemed as though dinner had been served and cleaned up already. Oh well, he never got dinner from Derek anyway.

Isaac also smelled the scent of another wolf in the house, one that came by one or two times a week and one that Isaac was really starting to enjoy seeing. Maybe he'd get something to eat tonight after all.

Heading down the stairs to his room Isaac froze when he saw what was waiting for him.

Isaac felt like he was being ripped in two (which is what had happened to the mattress Isaac had taken from Stiles' room when they put the new one in there). Derek was going through Isaac's room and tearing everything to shreds. The only good thing was that there wasn't much in the room. After Derek had finished with the mattress, the blanket and a couple of his shredded shirts there wasn't anything left and the man just stood there huffing and puffing like the big bad wolf.

"Well that was pointless" Peter stated after Derek had finally seemed to calm down.

"Shut up" Derek snapped at his uncle.

Isaac didn't know what to do and found himself just standing in the doorway to his room (door way with no door because it was a small space and he was claustrophobic) in utter shock with the same question rolling over and over again in his head.

What had he done wrong?

Peter looked around the space and then at the rather fragile looking kid in the doorway before turning back to his, still seething, nephew. "Is there anything you'd like to say?"

Derek was on him in seconds and had rammed the back of his head into the wall leaving a rather large dent in the concrete. "I thought I told you to shut up"

"Right" Peter smirked, "My bad, just thought you might want to explain to the statue in the doorway why you just destroyed his room"

"THIS IS NOT HIS ROOM!" Derek bellowed with rage. He turned and grabbed a textbook off a pile on the floor and threw it at the wall; the wall that just happened to be right next to a very scared teenager.

There was no mistaking the flinch as the two men watched Isaac cram himself into a little ball in the corner of the room.