It was the night of their first lacrosse game of the season and after two weeks of hard constant training and Scott couldn't help but feel extremely proud of his team. They had really stepped up their games, every single player had made some kind of improvement, every player had been working their asses off to get better. Even Scott and Jackson had decided to put their 'differences' from the year before behind them, any bad blood between Jackson and Derek was forgotten, and they just seemed to bond over the game. Everything was working out perfectly. Except, from Isaac. Scott had tried and tried to reach out to him, to get him to speak to him, to tell him who was hitting him, but he had no such luck. He wasn't going to give up, he wasn't going to let Isaac push him away when, even thought he had no one, all he was trying to do was help the guy!

'Seriously, Isaac, talk to me, ever since that day in the forest you've avoided me like completely!' Scott had basically yelled at him after the last practice.

'Scott, just stop.'

That face, that unreal puppy dog look that Scott just pulled off so perfectly. It could have made Isaac melt.

'No, Isaac, no. Obviously you have something seriously wrong going on, and you have been made to feel like nobody cares about you or for you, but it's a lie. I care, I barely know you and I it actually hurts me seeing you in pain!' Scott was really getting frustrated now. 'You need to let me in man please.'

'You think you know, you think you have any idea what is going on with me Scott, do you really? Well you don't, how could you? Almost six years, six year we have been in classes together, same year, same school, and you've never even smiled at me, not a word have you said to me, I don't think you had even registered that I existed. And now one thing happens, one fucking bastard makes a comment about my bruises, about my scars, when that same bastard knows exactly how I get them, he's witnessed it, so you now think you can just tell me you care. You think I'll believe that you give two fucking shits about me, because why would you Scott, I'm Isaac, the lonely, shy, withdrawn freak who no one cares about. Not even his own dad.'

This last sentence was spat out, between gritted teeth as Isaac calmed, he knew he'd done it, Scott might have been dimwit but he would know, he would know it was Isaac's dad who hit him. The idea of someone other than Jackson finally knowing his secret terrified him even more that his dad.

Isaac had just turned and ran, sprinted down the halls, out the door, without looking back, not once. He left Scott in a state of utter shock, he stood there like a statue for a whole minute before putting the pieces together. He had smelt the desperation, the hurt and the fear, and he could hear his heart slamming against Isaac's chest as he had ranted. It terrified Scott. Without thinking he sprints out the locker room after Isaac he gets all the way to the door before he realizes he missed him. He was too late. He had let Isaac slip away.

As soon as Isaac was out of the school, not caring about missing class, not caring about the punishment he would receive when his dad got the call, he just ran faster. None of mattered he just needed to get away, from Scott from everything.

He ran, not knowing where he was going, and after about half an hour he found himself outside the graveyard, he wasn't due for his shift until much later, but his father had left him a list the he would physically have not been able to complete within the time of his shift so he might be able to please his father if he gets it all done now. He starts working, throwing himself into every clean, pushes himself to work so hard that he just forgets.

Before he ever realizes or stops to think its half past eleven, its pitch black and completely silent apart from the raged breathing and the sound of shovel hitting soil over and over. He was digging a grave.

The almost silence was broken by an awful howling, growling sound. Before Isaac could register what had happened, the digger had tipped and crashed down on top of the grave he was currently deep standing in, ever though he was reasonably lanky thankfully he managed to duck his head in time and avoid being squished.

He was so confused, what had caused the digger to tip, what had been making that growling/howling noise was he going to die?

An hour had passed and he could hear was a ragged breath, and what sounded like crying, soft quiet years falling, and then it changed, the person began to speak, quietly, but speaking all the same, he didn't know who to as he had not heard anyone else coming into the graveyard:

'Laura, I'm sorry, mum, dad, everyone I have failed as an alpha, my bite, look what it's done to Jackson- ' at this Isaac's heart sped up,. And Derek, Derek heard the spike, he hadn't even known there was somebody in the graveyard with him, he had been so distracted and lost in his misery he had forgotten to use his senses. But now listened and he smelled, he smelt fear, and pain, he could hear fast short breaths, and the sound of a heart beating at such a speed. The sounds where coming from under the digger, Derek jumps to attention knowing that whoever was done there could hear him and probably knew Jackson. He/she could be important.

He drags the digger off of the grave it had fallen over, and he sees a lanky awkward looking kid, maybe the same age as Scott and Stiles, cowering in the corner of the grave covered in mud, crying silently, it was almost like he had accepted that he was going to die. The fear that was spewing off him was unbearable even for Derek. At the sight of the boy Derek felt his claws grow and his eyes redden, his wolf was screaming, broken pack bite broken pack bite broken pack bite, and that's when he knew, he had found a beta.