Isaac stepped into the loft, pausing to sniff at the air with a frown. Stiles and Derek were in the kitchenette fixing sandwiches to take to pack training.

It was kind of weird for Isaac to see the two of them working together. They usually fought like cats and dogs, yet they were clearly fine with one another's presence.

Isaac caught a whiff of that strange scent again. It was definitely Stiles. His french toast kind of scent had become spicier, wilder.

Cora stepped in next to him and caught it too, giving Derek and Stiles a weird glance.

"You changed him," she said, eying Derek with a knowing look. "He's one of us isn't he?"

Isaac glanced at Stiles with slight shock. Stiles just gave him a little smirk in return, brown eyes lit up with mischief.

"He really did," Isaac exclaimed, turning his gaze to Derek. "You really gave Stiles the bite!?"

"He wanted it," Derek explained. "I couldn't see any reason not to. He's going to be a great addition to this pack."

Footsteps were heard and Boyd suddenly stepped into the loft, falling in next to Isaac and Cora.

"What's this about a new pack member?" Boyd asked curiously. "I thought I heard something about that."

"That'd be me," Stiles said, raising his hand.

Boyd gave a little snicker.

"Hey what's funny!?" Stiles demanded.

"Relax buddy," Boyd said with a chuckle. "I was actually laughing because I think that's awesome. About time! This makes us like brothers. Pack's family."

Stiles was a little surprised when Boyd approached and pulled him into a hug. Yet that something in him that was drawn to Derek seemed to be drawn to Boyd too. Stiles held his fellow beta a little tighter, finding he loved the affection.

Boyd pulled away and Stiles found himself practically tackled by Cora.

"Wow," Stiles laughed, patting her back. "Suddenly I have this cool second family."

"They're scenting you," Derek explained with a small smile.

"I think this is gonna be so cool," Cora told him excitedly.

She stepped away and Isaac eyed Stiles strangely for a few moments. Yet even he couldn't deny this pull toward Stiles now that they were pack.

He hadn't exactly considered Stiles a friend in the past, but not an enemy either.

"I'm glad you're pack now," Isaac managed. "Maybe we can be friends too."

Maybe they could. Stiles actually smiled a little.

"I'd like that."

Isaac pulled him into a quick embrace, but Stiles could sense the newfound affection in it. They pulled apart and Derek was eying him with a small smile.

"What is it Derek?" Stiles asked.

"Time for you to get my scent."

He held his arms open and Stiles was honestly a little floored. Derek had never hugged him, unless you counted that time at the sheriff station when they'd kinda been on top of each other.

Stiles stepped toward the older man and felt strong arms embrace him. His heart fluttered like crazy. Derek was actually holding him in those strong arms, and it felt right.

Derek felt his chest tighten at the feel of the young man pressed against him. He inhaled, never getting enough of that scent, but the rest of the pack was still watching them.

Derek felt a weird pull as he slowly released Stiles. The younger man gave him a little smile.

"Thank you," he whispered.

"For what?" Derek asked.

"For showing me you do care," Stiles grinned.

Derek frowned a little.

"Of course I care. Now come on. Time for training."

ooOoo

The old Hale house, of course. Stiles figured he should have known. Something always brought them back here where it had all begun, in a way. Derek had become the alpha right here in the overgrown front yard.

"Where's Peter?" Stiles asked suddenly, thinking of the former alpha.

"I can't make Peter do anything," Derek grumbled with annoyance at mention of his uncle. "Peter does his own training. He doesn't hardly want anything to do with me. I don't want anything to do with him."

Stiles decided not to press it any further. Derek walked up the steps of the house's battered porch, placing himself slightly above them. Stiles realized he was in his element, their alpha.

"Right then," Derek spoke with authority. "Stiles, are you ready? Isaac come at Stiles. Stiles, defend... "

Isaac eyed Stiles and his face wolfed out, releasing a snarl with a show of fangs. Stiles would have ran away, but something in him jumped in defense at Isaac's aggresive stance.

He opened his mouth, feeling the teeth elongate into fangs. His eyes shifted to their beta yellow. Stiles released a roar, feeling pure raw power drive him. He rushed Isaac.

He brought his claws swinging through the air, but Isaac dodged and gave him a kick in the side, sending him flying. Stiles braced himself against a nearby tree, claws digging into the bark.

Stiles snarled, feeling like Isaac deserved to pay for that kick. He rushed forward. Isaac dodged, but Stiles changed direction, slashing his claws into the other beta's chest furiously.

Isaac roared with pain and brought his own claws flashing through the air, but Stiles grabbed his arm in a steel grip.

Isaac roared with agony and sank to his knees as Stiles twisted his arm. He brought his other arm up, driving forward into Stiles' stomach.

Stiles cried out and released him. He felt nothing except rage and a need to fight. Isaac was his!

"Stiles stop!" Derek commanded loudly.

Stiles ignored him completely. His brain was coursing with power and drive, intoxicated with it. He rushed at Isaac, swiping his claws madly down the other beta's arms like razors.

Isaac groaned weakly and sank to his knees again, blood pooling over the leaf-strewn earth.

"Stiles that's enough!" Derek shouted.

Stiles hesitated at his alpha's voice. He turned and looked at Derek with his golden eyes.

"Pull it back guys," Derek told them.

Stiles thought about his mother's smiling face, offering him a cookie when he was a little boy. She'd called him her little Stiles. He felt his fangs retract and his claws shorten to fingernails once more.

He was breathing heavily, body still charged with power and energy. Derek eyed him with a set look.

"Stiles that was good, but you need to learn to control your anger. You lost control there at the end."

"I'm sorry," Stiles said. "I felt so much power Derek. It felt so right to just give in."

"I know," Derek replied. "I'm not getting on to you or anything. That was really excellent for your first time."

"I'll say," Isaac gave him a smirk. "Kicked my ass. Next time you're mine Stilinski."

Stiles grinned, knowing Isaac was just playing around. It was cool. It had only been training, and his fellow beta's wounds were already healing. No harm done.

"Let's break for lunch," Derek told them.

Stiles sat next to Derek on the porch, biting into his ham, salami, and roast beef sandwich. Plenty of meat.

"I meant it Stiles," Derek said, looking sidelong at him. "That was really impressive. See how powerful you are? Don't ever doubt yourself."

Derek was right. Stiles felt his heart lift at the words. He was powerful. He was really starting to believe that.

A little buzzing sound distracted him and Derek pulled out his cell phone, frowning at it.

"Oh great," he muttered, having read the text. "Bad news. Lydia says some rogue hunters are holding up an elementary school."

"What!?" Stiles asked in shock. "Well we have to do something. They're just kids."

He looked at Derek imploringly, but he needn't have bothered.

"Training's cut short," Derek announced. "Come on. In the Camaro everybody."

Stiles just hoped and prayed they weren't too late. What if this was the one sacrificing people? He only knew that he was going to save those defenseless children, no matter what.

ooOoo

Author's Note: Well how was that? I hope I did a good job on the fighting. Please tell me how I did with details and such. Writing those kinds of scenes is still fairly new to me.