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Isaac breathed out a deep long sigh. His nose scrunched in distaste as the wind curled around him once more.
Yeah, he was a wolf; however, that did not mean he didn't feel the cold. It simply took much longer to affect them. And to put it pointedly. It was fucking cold. Way to cold to only be Thanksgiving.
Not that he cared that it was Thanksgiving. Cause he did not. Nope, Isaac Lahey did not care one little bit. Not one once. Not one fiber. Not one nanosecond. Nothing about him cared that Thanksgiving was in two days, and he was once again spending it entirely alone and by himself. Not that it mattered. Even before his father's death, that was how he spent the holiday.
His father had never been one for family together-ness. And one might as well forget loving. That particular word had gone out the window long, long ago. Even before his brother's death. His father had started to go down that dark path when his mother left, he had merely become completely unhinged with the passing of his brother.
Isaac's cheeks puffed as he shook his head. The thoughts in his head jumbled, sliding down the steep heel and skipping a couple tracks. Happy thoughts. Happy thoughts. He repeated the mantra - not that it was helping. It wasn't. Never really did. Isaac had simply become better at hiding it. Though it was a tad bit more difficult when you added lie-detector werewolves.
Isaac titled his head to the side and waited for the coach to let them go. Was practicing on vacation really that necessary?
No it wasn't.
But Isaac was not going to be the one to break it to Coach Finstock. The older man yelled enough. There was no real reason to add to the loudness factor. Besides, it hurt the werewolf ears.
Isaac jumped as the whistle blew.
"LAHEY!!!"
His eyes flashed golden behind the lacrosse gear.
"Pay attention!" Coach Finstock yelled out. "Get in there! Be a man! Your acting like a girl!" He snarled, hands flailing wilding.
On a side note, it wasn't a completely horrible rendition of a Stiles Freak-Out.
Isaac gave a short jerk of a nod and focused on the teammate - Jackson - who was coming towards him with the ball.
Or on occasion the golden snitch. According to Stiles it had something to do with a Harry Potter movie. Isaac had no clue what the fuck a Harry Potter movie was. He wasn't too keen on finding out either. Thankfully - still not sure how thankful - Stiles was fixated on him watching the Star Wars . . . Yeah there was too many of those - sort of like the Saw movies.
Isaac grinned, eye-teeth lengthening.
'Come on Isaac," Jackson taunted - loud enough for wolves to hear. 'Don't be a girl, Isa.’ Jackson laughed.
Isaac drew his shoulders up as he widened his legs. It was always more fun when he could use his full strength. He bit harshly at the air - egging the other on. 'Bring it on lizard breath'.
The meeting was hard. Both grunted, smiling. Eyes flashed playfully as they bit at the air behind their head gear - visible only to the wolves.
The other pack-mates laughed quietly.
Stiles and Scott whooped loudly as Isaac flat-lined Jackson onto the ground.
'Next time lizard breath?' His eyes flashed once more.
Jackson chuckled and grabbed Isaac's offered hand. 'Oh yeah! There will definitely be a next time.'
"FINALLY LAHEY!" Coach Finstock yelled out - clip board flying into the air momentarily. "GREENBURG! WHAT ARE YOU DOING?"
. . .
Isaac let out a whoosh of air as he was hugged by Boyd from behind. There were times where he still wasn't used to the contact that was shared so deeply and intimately between the wolf pack. His curls flew through the air. His dark blue eyes widened - mirth filling them as he turned his head to the side. "Hi?"
Boyd chuckled. "Nice tackle. I've wanted to do that for a while too."
Erica cackled as she wrapped an arm around Boyd's right arm, latching on as a permanent fixture. Her eyes sparkled. "That was good!" She cheered. "But no one beats my Vern!" She giggled at the glare she received. "Vernie?" Erica's smile widened as his eyes flashed.
Isaac rolled his eyes. Typical Erica and Boyd - she was the only one allowed to call him Vernon, out-loud.
"Wait!"
The three stopped short and turned.
Isaac smiled goofily. He knew that voice. HIs wolf had become permanently attached to that voice and the person it belonged too.
"That was amazing baby!" Stiles squealed as he pulled the curly blonde into a tight hug. "Just wait until I tell Derek!" HIs dark eyes sparkled. Golden specks glittering, eyes flashing slightly - tinging between gold and a red halo.
Christmas colors. They suited the ADD teenager. He was bubbly and warm. Always smiling - though the pack thought that had to do more with being laid continuously, not that they would say that within hearing distance of the alpha. Stiles was Derek's mate. And according to Peter, if the alpha accepted his mate - vice-versa - when the alpha bit his mate - claiming, territorially speaking - then the mate's eyes would change from the regular golden - blue if they had killed an innocent - color and would then have a red halo around the edges, showing they were an Alpha's Mate - not just a mate. Stiles - or Mom, depending on the mood - was always warm and welcoming. This reminded - not only - Isaac, but the others too - of Christmas and home.
Stiles beamed brightly and rubbed the back of Isaac's neck - who keened quietly.
"Really mom?" Jackson pouted.
It was still amazing to watch Jackson's interaction with everyone after the whole lizard debacle.
Jackson batted his eyelashes. "I'm the one who got hurt."
"Oh!" Stiles exclaimed - everyone knew Jackson was faking, werewolf senses not needed. He pulled the popular jock into a tight hug.
That had been another thing that had caught everyone's attention. Jackson letting Stiles touch - never mind fawning over - him.
The first couple of weeks after Jackson had shifted into wolf form and out of lizard form had been sensitive. The blue-eyed wolf hadn't really known his place in the pack - not to mention the issues that had been acquired after Matt had used him to kill innocent people. It was touch and go. It had been surprising that the person Jackson turned to - besides Lydia - had been Stiles. But the pack suspected that was because Stiles was the Alpha's Mate; therefore, Stiles' scent smelled the most like comfort and protection. And protection was something Stiles gave off easily when his puppies were involved.
It had impressed everyone. Derek hadn't expected Stiles to fall so easily into 'Mother' mode when it came to the pack. Apparently a lot of wolves who had become Alpha Mates had had trouble settling into the emotionally exhausting role. However, for Stiles it had been one of the easiest things to do. Scott believed that was because Stiles had aquired the skill after his mother had passed.
It was the something with Isaac. After Derek had turned him, things had been tough. He was overly thankful for the alpha - he wouldn't have lasted much longer in his old life environment. HIs father had been wearing him down - Isaac had been looking for a way out. And he'd found one that night in the cemetery. After phasing, things had been different; but still the same. Until Stiles.
Stiles had a way of weaseling his way passed all the iced over armor and straight into the most vulnerable part of your heart. And by the time you truly noticed - it is too late. It would be like having to kill a part of yourself to extract Stiles.
"Let momma make it all better." Stiles cooed playfully while wrapping Jackson in a hug.
Isaac rolled his eyes playfully.
Stiles cackled.
Lydia bumped Jackson in the shoulder while fighting her smile. "Stop being such a dork."
"You love me that way." Jackson smirked.
Danny shook his head. "You are not that special." He chuckled while easing under Ethan's arm. His arm tightened around the taller's waist. Ethan was a wolf - he could hold his weight! That was besides the point - when one chose to be the big spoon, then one had to be the big spoon 24/7. That simple.
Jackson scoffed. "Everyone loves me." His dark blue eyes sparkled. He pulled away from Stiles and latched onto Lydia - as he has done since the transformation.
Stiles moved back to his favorite - Isaac - not that he would tell anyone. Though he had good reason to believe that some of the pack already knew it. "You ready for Thanksgiving?" HIs dark brown eyes sparkled, turning liquid under the rays of the sun.
Isaac shrugged. "I guess."
"What do you mean, you guess?" Stiles arched an eyebrow as they all made their ways off of the Lacrosse Field - towards their cars, some hitching rides.
Isaac bit his lower lip once more. "I'll just be at home. It's not like a cook." He whispered softly. His deep blue eyes gazing at the black-top under his feet.
Stiles frowned. Can't coo- His eyes widened as he breathed in sharply. "Erica Reyes!" He turned with steely eyes towards the bouncing blonde. His brown eyes flashed golden, haled in a murderous red.
Erica flinched and latched on tightly to Boyd. Her head tilted to the side - instantly baring her neck.
"I told you to tell him!" Stiles snarled. Eyes flashed dangerously. "I told you to tell your little brother!" He pulled Isaac to him quickly. "This whole time my baby has been thinking he is spending Thanksgiving alone!" He pushed Isaac's face against his neck and purred deeply in his chest. The mothering side of him surfacing as he tried to ride the curly blonde of all the negative thoughts that had entered his mind since the first thought about Thanksgiving.
Isaac wrapped his arms around Stiles waist and whined softly against the other's neck. He breathed in deeply - nostrils flaring. Home. Stiles always smelled like home.
"Sorry baby," he apologized while rubbing his cheek back and forth against Isaac's hair - scenting him.
Erica's eyes widened as she detached herself from Boyd and approached the other two. She eyes Stiles, flinching at the red and gold eyes that greeted her. She bit her lower lip and wrapped her arms around Isaac from behind. "Sorry baby bro." She whispered into his hair while nuzzling closer.
The pack tension eased as they felt Stiles relax. They hated when Stiles wasn't happy - no not because Derek became Evil Derek; but because Stiles was their mom and they loved him. Though they didn't like Evil Derek.
It wasn't long before the entire pack had formed a group hug in the middle of the parking lot.
Isaac smiled against Stiles' neck.
Stiles chuckled. "Fine She-Wolf," one of Stiles many nicknames for the long curly blonde haired wolf, "but you will help me do the dishes tonight."
"Okay," she knew better than to disagree - that meant for going hot chocolate. And until someone had Stiles homemade hot chocolate there was to be no taunting about coward wolves.
"What are you idiots doing?"
Lydia pulled back from the edge of the puppy-pack hug and smiled. "Erica was apologizing for being stupid." She blinked innocently at the growl that met her. "Easy She-Wolf, I was merely filling Cora in." She giggled and shied away behind Jackson. Not that she needed his protection. The Banshee could handle herself.
Cora snickered and leaned closer to Aiden.
Aiden smiled and wrapped his arm around the short - drawing her much closer.
"What your hands," Stiles glared. "Ethan has mention something about wanting to be an only brother."
Aiden smirked and placed a kiss on Cora's cheek. "PG Mom, loud and clear."
Stiles pulled back from Isaac. "Okay, okay. Everyone needs to get home out of the cold - not sick were's."
"We can't get sick mom," Erica rolled her eyes.
Stiles' eyes narrowed. "Did you just roll your eyes at me?"
Erica shook her head quickly before batting her eyes innocently. "Of course not. I love you Momma." She blew a kiss at him.
"One day Batman will not come to the rescue." Stiles muttered while shaking his head. "Ok! Go home, rest, take baths; I will see you at the house for dinner."
The house. Aka Rebuilt Hale Mansion. Aka that's where Stiles now lives.
Derek had asked him to move in after turning him. Something about the alpha pull not being able to be away from his mate for too long.
After the Sherriff had found out about wolves - now that was a horrible memory for Stiles and Derek - he had realized Derek could take care of Stiles. John Stilinski had agreed to let Stile move in with Derek - he also kept close eyes on him. Was it weird that John was friends with Peter?
Isaac thought it was a little weird. They were his uncles. But Peter was . . . Peter was decidedly different.
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