Two years later, around his eighth birthday he started to question the differences between him and Derek. Derek was tough, serious, handy and could turn into a werewolf. Stiles on the other hand, was frightened of almost everything, always tripped and couldn't become an animal. He envied his brother like no other brother had ever done. It was also the year their father died. Derek was only eighteen when he was left two kids to take care off. It was hard but his werewolf senses and strength helped a lot in finding a good job that paid the bills. The life insurance from their dad could also cover a lot but Derek refused to touch money they had gotten as a trade for the death of his father, he'd rather be broke with his dad than rich without him. For the moment, he could do without it but he knew he might not someday so he still kept the money safe.

Malia was running with Stiles in the woods behind their house. Derek had put a fence around it so no animals or strangers could come in and the kids couldn't run away. The two were like twins, apart from their appearances. There was only one year between them but one wouldn't notice. There was nothing they didn't do together or didn't share with each other. Stiles's sister was using her wolf speed which made Stiles angry and sad because he would never be able to tag her. Derek, who had been watching from the window in the kitchen, had to smile and ran outside to grab the little girl and held her in front of stiles to tag.
''That's not fair!'' She protested and tried to wrestle herself free from his grip. Derek let go and told her she had been doing the same to Stiles and should play fair as well. After that, she never used her abilities around Stiles or other humans again. For some reason, it had stuck with her what Derek had said that day. In fact, she only turned when she was with Derek and Stiles was at football practice. She was ten years old now, Stiles nine. Isaac and Erica were almost always at their house, like they lived there with five instead of three. Nobody minded though, three would be too less and too quiet, it would remind them their father was gone. One day, Derek brought Stiles and Malia over to Isaac's house instead of the other way around. Isaac had to babysit his little brother Brandon had a friend over. The twins, as Stiles and Malia were often called, were thrilled to finally see their brother's best friend's house, even though Malia didn't want to see the little brother. She felt like's Isaac's sister and didn't want to share his attention. Stiles had no problem though, he'd love to get a new friend, one where he would be able to go and play with since Derek never let him have a playdate.
They stood at the front door and Derek was about to ring the bell when Isaac opened the door.
''You know I'd hear you, right?'' He smiled and gestured them to come in.
''Do you know we are here with four little kids?'' Derek pointed at his siblings fighting already, and the two little guys running around like soldiers. Once they saw each other, they got shy. The little soldiers crept behind the couch, hiding. Malia rolled her eyes and walked over, dragging Stiles behind her. The latter was curious to who they were but was also shy. Without his sister, he'd be lost.
''Who's Brandon?'' the girl asked. The boy closest pointed at his friend.
''You don't have a mouth?'' She asked. None of the boys said a word.
''Malia, be nice.'' Derek yelled. She sighed and tried again.
''Can we play? I'm very good at running.''

Isaac, in the meantime, had realised Derek's point.
''I hadn't thought about that. Maybe, we should call Erica.'' He suggested.
Derek only laughed and told him to do that, he himself wouldn't ask their friend to come to their rescue. When he was just about to grab himself something to drink, Erica called his cell and he frowned at the tiny device. He saw Isaac calling her and signed him to hang up where after he picked up.
''How'd you know?'' Derek asked.
''What?'' Erica answered, ''Don't care really, I called you because I kind of have a situation and I'm at your house but you're not home.''
''I'm at Isaac's.'' He replied and wondered what the 'situation' was.
She hung up and so did he.
''Is Erica coming?'' Malia shouted above the children's cries of joy.
''Yeah, apparently she is.''

A couple of minutes later, she knocked on the front door. But it wasn't only Erica standing there, a teenager was breathing heavily next to her.
''Who's this?'' Derek said. The kid smelled a lot like sweat, it was a nasty scent.
''Let's go to the garden first. Then I'll explain.'' Erica pushed the boy through the living, while quickly greeting Stiles and Malia, until they were outside.
''Malia, Brandon, don't do that around humans!'' Isaac called as he saw them sniffing and climbing like animals, before he went outside.
''This is Scott. I accidently turned him.'' Erica bit her lip and hoped they wouldn't get mad. She really wanted them to just hear her out.
''What do you mean?'' Isaac asked. Derek just cursed and inspected the boy. There were three long red stripes from Erica's claws and a couple of bruises. On his right arm was the print of Erica's teeth.
''She means she's been stupid. And what were you thinking, bringing this guy here with the kids?'' Derek hissed. The boy's face had fear written all over it and his heart started beating fast but for some reason, he had the courage to look them in the eyes. Isaac pushed Derek back and tried to calm him down. He angrily swapped his friend's hand away but said no more.
''As I said, it was an accident. I was running, wolf-running in human form,- ''
''No way, so that's why you are dressed like a jogger!'' Isaac interrupted and laughed.
Erica, didn't. ''Idiot, shut up. I wasn't paying any attention and this kid was at the wrong place at the wrong time."
''Who are you, exactly?'' Isaac asked the boy who hadn't said a single word.
''I'm Scott.'' He answered and looked from Isaac to Derek, back and forth not knowing if it was safe.
''No shit Sherlock.'' Derek's friend's sarcasm could sometimes become a little too much.
''I go to Beacon Hills High, I'm in the eleventh grade. I know you from school.'' Scott said and hoped this would give him some trustworthiness. He really had no idea what was happening or why but he could tell he first needed to gain their trust, or rather, Derek's trust in order for them to help him.
Something inside broke and the three wolves sighed.
"It better not be that little sculpture granny gave us.'' Isaac growled as he went back inside to shout at the children, especially Brandon, to be more careful.

Turned out, Scott loved the wolf-things he could do, it almost seemed like he was born for it. At the lunar eclipse, he didn't seem to have a lot of trouble at staying human. And for the first time, someone really got along with Stiles, who didn't feel put aside or ignored. He felt really honoured that someone as awesome as Scott liked him, an awkward little kid that could do nothing more than stumble over his own feet. As time passed by, Scott became friends with everyone and Derek started to see him as a little brother that needed guidance. The teenager didn't have a lot of friends at school, nor had he ever had many, until he met Erica. Her changing him, had changed everything. People were jealous when he told them he was friends with Derek, former bad-ass most popular guy in Beacon Hills. The girls suddenly noticed him, even though some of them only wanted to get near Derek through him. Let's just say Scott's life couldn't get any better.