"Where the heck is Derek?" asked Isaac. "He should be here by now; it's already 5:15."

Erica shrugged and looked down at her cell phone again. "Well he did say that Stiles is coming, so maybe he went to pick him up. By the way he wants you to wear these," she said while cuffing two black bracelets around Isaac's wrists.

Boyd nodded in agreement then pointed over toward the forest on the edge of the field. "Here they come."

Derek walked out first looking like his usual aggressive self while Stiles trailed behind him covered from head to toe in layers of padding and his lacrosse helmet. When Isaac saw the two he busted out laughing. "What the hell is he wearing?" he asked in between fits of laughter. "He looks like a human punching bag!"

Derek smirked at him and led Stiles to the middle of the field where he was positioned about 10ft away from Isaac. Even behind all the padding everyone could tell that Stiles was visibly shaking in fear and this made Isaac grin.

"So, what do you want me to do Derek?" he asked while rubbing his hands together eagerly. Derek chuckled then slapped Stiles on the back causing him to nearly fall over. "Hey, watch it!" he shouted while trying to regain his balance.

The Alpha ignored Stiles complaints and focused his sites on the three betas in front of him. "This exercise is for Isaac only, so you two can sit this one out," he said gesturing to Erica and Boyd. Once they were seated on the bleachers Derek began announcing the rules of his latest training exercise.

"Okay Isaac, so after looking over all of our previous training sessions I have come to the conclusion that you lack self-control, have poor listening skills, and are prone to violent outbursts. Although I will say that you are smart and very strong, but unfortunately for you there's more bad than good things on my list so I have devised the perfect exercise to train you to listen and control your anger. And that is where Stiles comes into the equation."

Isaac gave the Alpha a questioning look and glanced at Stiles, "What exactly do you mean?"

Stiles took off his helmet and rolled his eyes at Isaac, "He means that I get to stand here all day and insult you and you can't say or do anything back, or else."

"Or else what," asked the beta defensively. Derek smirked at him and began walking toward the benches. "Oh, you'll see."

Isaac shook his head, "This is the dumbest idea ever." Stiles smiled as he put his helmet back on, "Are you kidding me? This is going to be sweet."

The next three minutes or so consisted of Stiles doing a couple of vocal exercises until Derek roared at him to get a move on. "I bring this kid here to help and so far all he's done is piss me off," he muttered to himself.

Isaac rolled his eyes at them and kicked at the ground, "Yeah, can we please get this over with." Stiles nodded and stepped forward a few inches. "You know Isaac I've always wanted to tell you exactly how I feel about you."

Isaac smiled at him and crossed his arms, "Yeah and I've always wanted to throw you down a flight of stairs, but that hasn't happened yet, has it?" Stiles paused for a moment and glanced back at Derek and the others, who were all giving him reassuring looks to continue.

"Well, Isaac I've always wanted to tell you that I find that you are a bit abrasive. You're also kind of dumb; honestly I'm not sure how you passed the 3rd grade with the scores you get on tests. Oh, and I also think you're a psychotic, demon, werewolf puppy from hell. I have no clue why Derek let you into his pack and frankly I don't think even he knows why either. You're fucking crazy and I hate your guts."

Isaac took a moment to register all that Stiles had said then he looked over at Derek and asked aloud, "…Did he just call me a puppy?"

Erica and Boyd erupted into laughter while Derek simply shook his head. Meanwhile Stiles continued to try to stare Isaac down.

"Yes I called you a puppy, but you're not the cute kind. Oh no, you are like the evil ones that bite people and tear up stuff, like my stick for example. You're demented freak who should probably be kicked off the team because of how messed up in the head you are. And you know what? Without Derek's bite you'd probably be the same weak-nobody that you used to be and to be honest I'd prefer it if you were still that way. Now what do you have to say about that?"

There was a long pause, but ultimately Isaac's only response was a growl and a menacing stare. Without realizing it he began moving slowly toward Stiles with his fists clenched. "All I have to say is I'm going to kick your ass at school tomorrow. What do you have to say about that Stilinski?"

Stiles took a few quick steps back and gave a pleading look to Derek. "Come on do something, he's going to kill me!"

Derek complied with Stile's demands and reached into his pocket to pull out a small black box. He gave Isaac one last chance to back off, but when the beta refused he pressed down on the top of the box. There was a short moment when nothing happened then without warning Isaac fell to ground, shaking violently until the electrical sensation in his body faded away.

"What the hell was that!" yelled the beta. He glared up at the others and began tugging at the thick bracelets on his wrists. Derek handed Boyd the device and walked over toward Isaac and Stiles. He kneeled down beside Isaac and took the bracelets off for him. "Ah, that hurts!" he shouted.

The Alpha examined the electrical burns on his wrists to make sure he was okay, but the damage was minimal. Just a few red marks on his forearms. "It really hurts Derek," he said while staring at the bruises. Derek patted Isaac on the head and helped him up. "That's what you get for not listening. Now were going to do this again but this time actually try to not to let what Stiles says get to you."

"Fine, I'll try harder, but can we not use the shock bracelets anymore?" Derek sighed and stuck his hands in his pockets. "Okay if that's what you'd prefer, but if we can't use the bracelets I'm going to have to let Erica use her method of keeping you in line."

Isaac raised his eyebrows and glanced over at Erica who was eyeing him wickedly. "And what is her method exactly...?" he asked while watching her pull out the handle of Stile's broken lacrosse stick from a large navy blue bag.

"Every time you decide that you want to say or do anything to harm Stiles, Erica gets to hit you anywhere she wants with the stick."

Isaac's eyes went wide and he tugged on the sleeve of Derek's leather jacket. "By anywhere, do you me anywhere?" Derek nodded and Isaac gulped back his fear as he cupped one of the more sensitive areas of his body.

Stiles through back his head and started laughing uncontrollably. "That's perfect; you guys should totally just let Erica beat the crap out of him. I won't even have to say two words before she has to come down here and whoop his little werewolf ass."

Isaac glared at Stiles and took the moment to knock him over. The brown eyed teen began kicking and flailing around, but his padding was weighing him down. "Hey guys, can somebody help me up so I can punch this kid in the face."

Isaac began to chuckle, but immediately froze when he saw Erica tossing the lacrosse stick back and forth in her hands. He glanced at Derek and held his arms out in front of him. "For the love of God, please put the cuffs back on me."

Derek took one look at the desperation in his eyes and gave in. "Fine, but you better show some improvement or else," he said while leaning down to whisper in Isaac's ear. "…We're going to have the same problem that we had yesterday." Derek dragged one of his claws down the side of the beta's face until a tiny trickle of blood flowed out from beneath his skin. Isaac shivered, not only because of the sharp contact of Derek's claws, but because he was genuinely afraid of what he would do to him.

A few hours passed and after a while it seemed that Isaac was actually doing better and that they only had to use the shock bracelets twice during the whole session. Even though he was getting better Derek could still sense that the beta wasn't ready to be trusted just yet. Therefore he wanted to keep the exercise going, but by noon Stiles began complaining about not getting a lunch break, which caused everyone else to start chiming in with ideas of where to go to for a bite to eat.

"Okay, fine this session is over," said Derek. Isaac through his hands in the air and breathed out a heavy sigh of relief. "Yes! It's finally over, I'm starving."

Stiles smiled and pointed toward his jeep, "Finally something that we can agree on, let's all go get some pizza…Derek you can come too."

Erica hopped off the bleachers and started walking toward Stiles, "Okay, but we're getting Chinese food." Boyd shook his head, "No way, we're getting subway."

Derek gave the four teens and irritated look and slapped the side of his own face. "If you guys don't agree on something in the next 5 seconds I'm going to have Scott ask Allison to borrow a couple more of those shock cuffs from her father's arsenal of torture items and put them on all of you."

There was a quick pause in the group then a unanimous decision to go get pizza. Isaac ran off first, followed by Boyd, then Erica, and in last place was Stiles who was still wearing all of his pads, but before Stiles could reach the car Derek stopped him dead in his tracks.

"What is it now? I thought you said today's session was over," he complained. Derek nodded, "Yes Stiles I know what I said, but tomorrows a whole new day and I'm going to need your help with a few more tasks."