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Waking up to Scott snuggling and wriggling next to him was a sensation Isaac could definitely get used to.  He smiled and kissed the top of his boyfriend’s head, receiving a mumble in response.  He smiled and hugged his Alpha closer.  Looking at the clock by Scott’s bed he saw the green numbers attesting to how late in the morning it was already.  They must have been dozing in and out of sleep for hours.

“Scotty, we should get up.”  He whispered, knowing his Mom would be back from her night shift and be fast asleep.

“No we shouldn’t.”  Scott mumbled and pulled the bed sheet up, wrapping them tightly together.  “That’s a bad idea. Wrong. Bad. Getting out of this bed would seriously damage my health.”  He complained.

“Come on.  We should get up, maybe even make Mom something for when she wakes up?”  Isaac shook Scott lightly and managed to get him to the point of consciousness at which he could glare up at the taller teen, all sleepy and cute. “Dude, that is the lowest voltage glare I’ve ever seen.”  Isaac said kindly and Scott growled, presumably trying to be threatening and Isaac kissed him on the nose.  “Lived with Derek? Growling and glares are not going to work!”

“No fair, your not even ticklish, how am … I… supposed…”  As Scott slowed down a decidedly Stiles-esque light appeared in his eyes. 

“What? What’s that look?”  Isaac smiled, not really worried and Scott shifted slightly, moving his head and freeing an arm.  He grinned at Isaac’s gasp as his boyfriend lightly trailed the backs of his fingernails up the inside of Isaac’s thigh.  Once he was sure Isaac was focused on that, Scott trailed a series of kisses up his chest and pressed his lips into his neck. 

Isaac moved a hand to twist his fingers into Scott’s hair.  Even the relative small amount of attention he was receiving had thickened his cock to full arousal and he had to force his mouth closed so as not to make too much noise.  As Scott’s hand spidered his way up and closed around Isaac’s dick, the taller boy had to tap his Alpha on the head, silently begging him to stop.

“What, what’s wrong?”  Scott whispered, suddenly looking panicked. 

Isaac smiled reassuringly.  “Hey, don’t worry… It’s just… Well.”  Isaac couldn’t believe he was about to talk about this, but with Scott it didn’t seem too embarrassing.  “Well, I never jerked off when Dad was in… it was always too scary, so I was always alone and never had to try and be quiet… if you’d have kept going there was no way I wouldn’t scream your name… don’t really want to wake Mom up like that.”  Despite deciding it wouldn’t be too awkward to talk about his old masturbation routine, Isaac was still blushing furiously.

Scott rolled his eyes but nodded, shimmying over his boyfriend and out of bed.  He adjusted himself and stretched, glorying in the attention Isaac was lavishing on him.  “I should probably shower anyway.”  Scott said and padded naked out of the room to the bathroom, confident he’d hear if his Mom woke up.  Isaac stretched himself and inhaled the soft, sweet smell of the two of them together.  The scent wasn’t merely two overlapping fragrances, it was far deeper.  It made Isaac’s stomach clench and did nothing to relax his excitement. 

After a couple of minutes he heard the shower start. Before he got in he heard Scott whisper, adding Alpha power into his voice, knowing Isaac would hear it, “Burn, the bathroom’s free if you want to brush your teeth and things, I’m not forcing you to, I’m just letting you know.”  Isaac smiled and shook his head.  He was over Scott’s massively idiotic moment, but clearly Scott wasn’t.  Giving himself, and his Alpha, a minute to show he wasn’t obeying an order, Isaac scurried through, not wanting to risk his Mom appearing and seeing him nude.

Scott was in the shower already, a fact that Isaac couldn’t help but obsess over as he brushed his teeth.  They’d showered together dozens of times after lacrosse training but never once had it felt as charged as this.  “Isaac?” Scott said quietly from the shower cubicle, tucked in the corner of the room.

“Yeah.” He replied, a hitch in his voice.

“Can you grab me a towel, I forgot to get one?” Scott asked.  Isaac told him he would and walked carefully to the airing closet, pausing at his Mom’s door to listen if she was awake or not.  He heard nothing and was about to move on when a guttural and deep snore sounded out, reassuring him slightly.  Smiling he got a towel and hurried back to the bathroom, letting the door shut behind him.  Within seconds the heat of the water had steamed up the room and added yet another dimension to the feelings coursing through Isaac.

“Dude, did you get it?”  Scott asked and Isaac walked forward, throwing the towel over the glass door of the shower so that it hung easily, but kept his eyes averted, not sure if Scott would be OK with him checking him out in the shower.  “Thanks… Isaac… what are you doing?”  Isaac blushed and mumbled.  “What?” Scott asked again.

“I dunno.  I wasn’t sure if you’d be OK with me seeing you naked and in the shower…”  He could feel his face go scarlet, especially when Scott laughed.  Isaac stopped breathing altogether when the shower door opened and his boyfriend stood preening, a wide grin on his face.  Isaac swallowed and kept his eyes on Scott’s.  “Come on TG…”

Isaac stepped self-consciously into the small space.  Scott grinned and kissed him, tasting clean and fresh.  “You are so adorable sometimes Isaac.” Isaac dropped his head and stood still, unable to escape. “My cute, adorable boyfriend.” Scott kept kissing him.  They were little, delicate, playful kisses that melted his anxiety and pulled his brain back into the moment.  “Considering what we did last night, and what we will hopefully end up doing, you seeing me shower isn’t exactly off limits, OK.”

“OK, I just don’t want to over step the mark.”  Isaac said, starting to initiate kisses of his own.

“You won’t Isaac, and even if you did, we’d just talk about it.  There’ll be plenty of getting to sort boundaries and things, but yeah… don’t be embarrassed OK?”  Isaac just nodded and tried not to worry about the talk of boundaries.  Scott rolled his eyes, no doubt correctly guessing which path his boyfriend’s mind was taking.  “Hey, hey!” He caught Isaac’s attention again. “Boundaries aren’t bad, doofus.”  He finished with a full mouthed, toe-curling kiss which scattered all other thoughts from Isaac’s mind. “Come on.” Scott said, spinning Isaac around so the spray was hitting him in the back of the head and cascading down his back, over his shoulders and down his chest.  “God, you really are beautiful.” Scott breathed.

Isaac smiled as Scott looked up, shocked.  Had he meant to say that?! Isaac thought and tucked away the compliment, happy.  Scott blushed a little and reached behind his boyfriend for the shower gel.  “I can do that, Scott.”  He said reaching for the bottle, but was rebuffed.

“I want to.”  Was all he said before proceeding to carefully and exactly work soapy suds all over Isaac’s body.  His eyes followed his hands over every inch of skin, soaking up every detail and storing each gasp as hands, fingers and occasionally tongue, send Isaac into spasms of desire.  Scott dropped down on his hunches to clean Isaac’s legs and even having his boyfriend in that position made Isaac whimper.

As Scott was leaning forward, hands snaking around to soap the backs of Isaac’s legs and buttocks, which was an experience in its self, Isaac’s eyes were fixed on Scott’s ass.  It looked so perfect and round and he was desperate to get his hands on it but Scott was ignoring each whimper, each thrust of need, each imploring hand stroke of his hair.

Scott poured a little more gel into his hands and rubbed them around Isaac’s stomach, the base of his cock and his balls.  Isaac leaned back, letting his back rest against the cool, slick tiles. As he did, the shower spray gushed over his shoulder, allowing him to focus entirely on the sensations of Scott’s hands gliding up and down his shaft.

His erection had been a steady and constant need for so long he knew he wasn’t going to last, but he also knew he didn’t want to embarrass himself by screaming too loud.  Scott was staring attentively at what his hands were doing and in no time at all Isaac could feel his orgasm building.

“Scott.”  He breathed and groaned.  Worried at how loud even that was, Isaac grabbed the towel and bit into it, the sensation of cotton in his mouth only pushing back his lust momentarily.  He tried to push Scott away before he came, but his boyfriend ignored the warning and smiled, eyes greedily watching Isaac as his stomach clenched and his orgasm swept through him, making his knees tremble.

Hot ropes of thick, white cum hit Scott on his cheek, lips and tongue.   Had Isaac not just orgasmed, that sight alone would have tipped him over the edge.  Scott looked absolutely filthy, eyes burning with desire, one slick string of Isaac’s seed clinging intently to his jaw before dropping to his chest.  “Fuck.”  Isaac breathed as he let the towel end fall out of his mouth.

“Was that OK?”  Scott asked, knowing the answer even before Isaac nodded quickly, still not quite trusting his voice.  Scott grinned and chuckled.  “I’ll tell you what, the internet is quite educational sometimes…” 

“I know.”  Isaac grinned and grabbed Scott by the shoulders, spinning him back into the jets of water  and dropping down onto his knees.  Unlike Scott he didn’t just stare at the bobbing erection in front of his eyes, but quickly, while he still had the nerve, clamped his mouth over the head, sucking deeply.

Scott gasped and hunched slightly, blocking the warm water that Isaac was taking in along with as much of his boyfriend’s cock as he could.  He let Scott’s hands guide him in terms of speed and placement, but Isaac could tell he was enjoying what he was doing.   Isaac was grateful now for the embarrassing minutes he’d spent reading up on how best to give head, trying his best to remember all the things he’d decided he wanted to try.

Before he could start trying anything though, Scott’s breathing became rapid and his hands went from helpful guides to simply bunching in Isaac’s curls. While Isaac was trying to decide whether or not he wanted to move his mouth away, unsure he could handle swallowing his boyfriend’s spunk, Scott started moaning and suddenly he was pulsing into Isaac’s mouth.  Instinctively, he swallowed, pulling more cum as he did and apparently heightening Scott’s pleasure even further.  While it certainly tasted odd, and left a weird aftertaste, Isaac knew he’d get used to it, especially if Scott grinned that dopey grin every time he did.

“Isaac… that was…” Scott grinned more, “well… brilliant.” Isaac stood and Scott wound his arms around his beta’s neck.  “You’re so hot, you know that right?”

“Not as hot as you… you should have seen what you looked like when…”  Isaac couldn’t quite finish the sentence, embarrassment still claiming him, which was ridiculously when he thought about what he’d just done.  Scott just smiled.

“Yeah, I can imagine.  Maybe one day I’ll see what it looks like on you.” He purred in Isaac’s ear, who felt his face flush deeper.  They kissed and span a few more times in the shower, cleaning and washing each other, giggling and smiling.  As they finished and Scott turned the water off, Isaac put a hand on his boyfriend’s chest, keeping him still.  Scott looked confused, especially when Isaac stepped out and quickly dried his hair and face and giving his body a once over to at least stop dripping on the bath mat.

“I want to dry you off.”  He mumbled, unable to look Scott in the eye, though he did catch the serious nod and smile as Scott stepped lightly out of the shower and stood stock still, completely at ease.  Isaac swallowed and bunched the towel into his fists before tracing it down his boyfriend’s chest, delighting in the feel of powerful, firm muscles and loving the sight of clean, fresh flesh once he’d wiped the water away. He could feel Scott’s eyes drilling into him, but neither said anything.

Isaac carefully wiped arms, chest and legs, steeling himself before carefully and slowly drying his groin, gently tugging at his spent member, earning a slight chuckle.  He span Scott round and took a breath, marvelling in the broad, strong shoulders.  Before drying them though he threw the entire towel over Scott’s head causing the shorter boy to squawk in surprise. 

“Sorry chief,” Isaac mumbled as he scrubbed at his boyfriend’s head who was clearly laughing at being dried as you would a puppy.  Dragging the towel back off his head and moving to slowly circle it across Scott’s back, the Alpha stopped chortling, especially when Isaac got to his lower back, an area he remembered being particularly sensitive.  Isaac dropped back onto his hunches he heard Scott moan and try and press back into him. 

The movement caused Scott’s back to curve and heightened the incredible curve of his ass. Isaac took a moment to let it all sink in then continued leisurely rubbing the towel across Scott’s skin.  Now though, each pass caused a minute moan to escape from the Alpha’s lips and Isaac felt his cock swelling again. 

As soon as he was finished, he stood and kissed the back of Scott’s neck, nestling his cock in the crack of his boyfriend’s ass. Scott rolled back into him and, with a groan that was ridiculously obscene, he turned his head for an awkward kiss.

“Scott? Are you in there?”  Both boy’s sets of eyes snapped to the door at their Mom’s slightly sleepy voice.  They didn’t move a muscle and Isaac stopped breathing altogether, too scared to move in case he made a noise.

“Yeah.” Scott’s voice broke as he said it and he coughed.  “Errrr…. Yeah.  I’ve just had a shower?”

“OK. Where’s Isaac, I can’t see him anywhere?”  They both heard her yawn. 

“Errrr…. Isaac?”  Scott yelled to his Mom, turning in the boy in questions arms and giving him a panicky questioning look.

“Yeah, you know… Isaac? Tall, cute, was sleeping in your arms when I came home this morning?”

“Isaac… errr… he went for a run? Earlier? He’ll be back soon?!”  Scott grimaced as he said it, reacting to Isaac’s incredulous look, gesturing to his completely naked body.

“Oh right. Scott… he’s OK yeah? You didn’t pressure him, did you?”  Scott’s eyes widened and he bolted to the door.

“Mom!” Scott drew out the word, making him sound incredibly needy and pathetic. 

“What?! While he’s not in I think we should talk about how you treat him, especially in the bedroom.”

“Mom, please stop talking.”

“What?! He had a lot of questions when we talked, there’s a lot he doesn’t know.”  Isaac was staring at the door, mentally wishing his Mom would just stop talking, fortunately, Scott clearly felt the same way.

“Mom, I’m just out of the shower, can we not talk about this later!?”  Scott was leaning on the door, forehead pressed again the wood.

“OK, OK… fine.”  They both listened carefully as she walked down the stairs and put the kettle on.  Scott turned around, all excitement and passion gone from both of them, and shrugged at Isaac.

“Gone for a run?! I’m naked!”  He whispered incredulously.

“Shush shush shush, I had to say something.” They were standing centimetres apart, arguing in shouted whispers, arms gesticulating wildly.  Eventually they had a plan. “Right so I’ll go back to my room and grab you some clothes, you drop out of the window and come in the front? Yeah.”  Isaac glared, covering himself, but nodded.  Scott grinned, clearly somewhat enjoying this, and kissed his boyfriend quickly before slipping out.

Isaac stood alone in the bathroom, going back over what had just happened.  Slowly a smile crept over his face so that when Scott opened the door and threw some running clothes in he was grinning immensely.  He had a boyfriend.  A boyfriend who he could shower with, see naked and have sex with and… just… everything.  Fighting the urge to giggle, Isaac quickly threw the clothes on, artfully splashed water in all the right places so it looked like he’d been sweating and dropped out of the window into the garden.

Darting around to the front of the house, avoiding the kitchen window at all costs, he opened the door and headed to the kitchen where his Mom was pouring a coffee, bleary-eyed and yawning.  “Morning.”  He said and waved.

“Morning honey.  Scott’s awake, he’d just out of the shower if you want one.”  Isaac nodded, thankful of Melissa’s apparent lack of observational skills when just awake.

“OK, I’ll just go up…” Isaac hiked a thumb over his shoulder and smiled as he was waved away.  He met Scott coming down the stairs leading to another frenzied, low-voiced conversation.  While they were descending into giggles the house phone rang and their Mom went to answer.  They were still laughing when her shout rang through the house.

“WHAT!? SCOTT!” Both boys bolted to the kitchen.  “Of course, we’ll be there as soon as we can.  Of course.”  She hung up the phone and ran back to the closet grabbing her biggest first aid kit.  “Deucalion, he turned up at Allison’s.  They’re in a bad way.”

“What?!”  Scott cried.

“We’re going now.”  She barrelled past them and they followed in her wake, “Lydia’s there, she phoned, oh, you need to phone everyone else.”

“I’ll do it.” Isaac said, taking his Mom’s cell phone, his own being upstairs still, and he was now sure, out of charge. 

“Right, apparently Lydia managed to get rid of him… somehow… but yeah, they’re beat up pretty bad.  That’s all I got.”  They got in the car and sped off to the Argent house, breaking the speed limit by quite a way, apparently dating the Sheriff had some perks.

Isaac phoned the twins first, asking Ethan to get Danny, then called Stiles who agreed to meet them there.  After that he phoned Deaton, who agreed to meet them there too, and finally Lydia, who didn’t answer, presumably because she was helping Allison and Chris.  It didn’t take them long to get the Argent house and they bolted through the door, heading straight for Lydia’s call.

Allison and Chris were lying on the two couches in the leaving room, both stripped down to underwear and on top of towels, already stained with patches of blood.  Melissa took in both and headed to Chris first, throwing open the kit and removing antiseptic wipes and making a start on the most obvious rents and tears.  Scott dove for Allison, gingerly taking her by the hand.  Her swollen eyes flickered and she attempted a small smile.

Isaac looked at them both.  Deucalion had really done a number on them.  Both of them had black eyes, bruises all over their cheeks and jaws.  Chris’ lip had split in at least two places and there was a long gash from left eye to jaw line.  Looking down his body, Isaac saw numerous claw marks, but only on his left side, his right was moderately untouched, though a couple of the cuts looked severe to say the least.

Allison looked terrible.  Her entire body was covered in welts and bruises, some deepening even as Isaac was watching, but there weren’t any cuts as deep as her Father’s. There were deliberate, matching sets of claw marks along both sets of ribs and down both arms, though.  There were even clear indentations of fist marks on her chest and stomach.  Deucalion was sending them a message.  Isaac’s chest filled with fury and he burned with a need to hunt down the psychotic Alpha and rip him limb from limb.

“Sweetie, you’re growling.”  Lydia was standing next to him, and offered up a tight-lipped smile.  Isaac stopped growling and turned to his friend, checking her over for any injuries.  “I’m fine Burn, madder than hell, but fine.”  She stroked his arm, comforting him, or seeking comfort, and he pulled her in for a side hug.

“What happened?”  he asked and Scott half turned, looking up at Lydia.

“Deucalion.  He just walked up and knocked on the door.” She shook her head.  “I was up on the landing, Chris answered and didn’t even get a chance to get a weapon out before he was out cold.  Allison did though, she was launching arrows at him as fast as she could, some hit, others he batted out of the way.” She gestured to the arrows littered around the doorway and hall.  “But he was way too fast.” Lydia shook her head as her eyes filled with angry tears.  “He knocked her out too.  I was trying to stand still and not breathe, I thought if he missed me I could get you guys…”  Isaac pulled her tighter as she stopped, getting lost in memories.

“I did… something…” she continued. “I could feel a release of power, kind of like when I scream, but different?”  Isaac and Scott both nodded at her, urging her on. “Well, as soon as I did that, Deucalion stopped sniffing out for anyone else and focused on Allison and Chris. I tried to call you, I did! But my phone wouldn’t work, and when I tried to move, I couldn’t, I just couldn’t take more than a step in any direction.”

“You cast a circle?”  Isaac asked, trying to help and Lydia nodded. 

“Technically I cast a veil – a specific circle to hide something, or someone.  But I couldn’t get out of it, just had to watch as Deucalion tied them both to chairs, facing each other and waited for them to wake up.”  She took a deep breath.  “He tortured them, told them it was a message for Scott, said Isaac was first, then them, then tomorrow it would be three members of the Pack… all for Aiden.  He worked over Allison first, made her Dad watch.” Lydia shuddered.

Isaac stopped her with a hug as Scott growled low in his throat, “I’m gonna kill him.”  Melissa paused in her work momentarily but didn’t say anything at her son’s murderous proclamation. 

“I’ll hold your coat.”  Lydia offered, stony faced. 

“So… how did it all end?”  Isaac asked gently, “how did you get out, and him away?”

Lydia sighed next to him.  “The Morrigan.  She hoped through the window when Deucalion started on Chris.  She’s so infuriating.  Long story short, she granted me access to Sidhe power to get rid of Deucalion, showed me how to use it a little.”  Isaac waited patiently, knowing there was more. “So now I owe her a favour.  Lydia finished quietly, frustrated with herself.

He knew it was coming; that was four of them bound to her, Stiles, Lydia, Scott and himself.  Isaac shook his head, the Morrigan was tying them closer to her everyday.  While, for now, everything she had done for them was helpful, even vital, he was worried about all these favours she was collecting.

“Anyway, she showed me how to drop the veil and as soon as I did Deucalion spotted me.  He bounded away from ripping into Alison’s Dad and came for me.  I’d been prepared though and managed to blast him away.  After that I just kept following and blasting.  I don’t know how many times, it all became a bit of a blur… like it wasn’t really me… like it was someone else.”  Lydia shivered delicately. “Eventually, he was gone and I phoned you guys…”

Isaac sensed there was a lot more to the story than Lydia was letting on, but with two of the Pack out of commission and the tension she was carrying, he didn’t feel it was the best time to push her.  As she finished, they heard two more cars screeching up the house, one of which shone flashing lights through the window.

The rest of the Pack ran into the house and Scott immediately took charge.  He got Ethan and Aiden to sit by an Argent each, both solely focused on removing their pain so his Mom could work.  Danny was detailed as her assistant and the Stilinski’s sent to get new towels and bowls of hot water.  The quick and purposeful movement made Isaac blush, there was so much he should have been doing, but just stood chatting with Lydia instead.

Scott stood up, shaking his right hand as he did, the black lines of Allison’s pain disappearing as he did.  He looked over the scene and nodded to himself, satisfied that his Pack were being cared for. 

“Scott, I’m sorry I wasn’t thinking… I should have done some of that.”  Isaac apologised immediately.

“What? No. It’s fine.  I had Allison and you’d have just got in Mom’s way, we needed to know what happened, don’t stress TG, you did good.”  Scott stroked his arm and he nodded, but inside still felt a little useless so went to help Stiles and his Dad.  When they came back with as much as they could carry Melissa had started working on Allison, leaving Danny to finish tending to Chris.

“Isaac, do you think you can heal them?” Scott asked, looking commanding, a centre of calm in all the activity.

“I don’t know, I can try?”  Scott nodded and Isaac sat in a chair, head in his hands and opened up his wolf power, allowing Burn to adjust his sight and draw him effortlessly into the Wolfscape.  The Bondlinks snapped into focus and Isaac felt Vast’s power, huge and deep, open for him to use.  Scott was becoming very good at being the conduit of his Pack’s will and when Burn dipped into the Alpha strength he found no resistance to it’s being used for his purpose.

He went to Chris Argent first.  Aiden had a hand on his shoulder and, with these senses up, could clearly see the flashes of pain flowing into the werewolf, allowing the former hunter to breath easily.  “Guardian, Guardian, Guardian.” Isaac tried and a faint outline of Chris’ Guardian appeared, superimposed on the reclining man. 

He looked exactly as bruised and broken as Chris did, though his shield was much smaller and cracked and damaged.  Recognising it as the focus of Guardian’s power, Isaac concentrated on shaping it back to it’s original shape.  There was resistance as he looked to his daughter, questions and shame in his face. 

“She’s safe, she’s fine, we’ve got her, there was nothing you could do.”  Isaac tried and Guardian glared at him, completely unimpressed with his attempts at comfort.  Isaac did all he could to work his change, but Chris’s anguish about what happened to his daughter was blocking his best efforts.  Doing what he could Isaac ended by pouring healing power into Allison’s Dad and turned his attention to the supine girl on the sofa.

“Hunter, Hunter, Hunter.”  Isaac called and Allison’s Pack image appeared to him, glaring and broken.  As he assessed her wounds he felt Hunter reach into Vast herself and pulled energy out of him.  She looked at Isaac, exasperated and gestured for him to come to her, emphatically waving the broken fingers of her right hand at him.  Deucalion must have purposefully broken them as it was only the two fingers that drew her bowstring, but each was broken numerous times. Questing out with his power, he shaped it to fix the worst of Hunter’s injuries and after he’d done his best, she settled back into Allison.

Blinking Burn clear of his eyes he looked at the Argents asleep on the sofa.  Both looked better though neither was anywhere near as healed as he’d expected them to be.  “I’m sorry Scott, I tried.”

“Isaac, you did great, honestly, right Mom?”

“Yes. That was incredible… They just…” She shook her head, completely in awe of the power she’d witnessed. 

The Pack settled into making them comfortable and started discussing plans to deal with Deucalion.  During one debate, Chris muttered, “Won’t work…”  And joined in the discussion, advising they put loud music on to block out any supernatural eavesdropping.  Allison took longer to wake up, but when she did was instantly engaged with planning and seeking revenge.  As they talked, plan forming, Scott got out his phone and made a couple of calls, setting the final pieces into place. 

Eventually they were ready.  The plan was repeated in hushed tones and the Pack split up to fulfil their roles.

*            *            *

Scott and Isaac were helping their Mom pack the first aid kits.  They were sure their plan would work, but everyone agreed being prepared for all eventualities was important.

The sun was just about to set and Scott’s phone had been beeping on and off for hours.  It beeped again and he read the text and nodded, another part of the plan falling into place with out any problems. 

“It’ll work Scott, don’t worry.”  Isaac offered and reached out to give his Alpha’s hand a quick squeeze and tried to send feelings of trust and support through their Bond. 

Scott just nodded and turned to his Mom.  “That was the sheriff. You ready?”  She nodded and stood, adding the first aid kits to her backpack.  She hugged her boys and grabbed the swords by the door, looking at them like they might bite her.

“You’ll not need them, I swear.” Scott offered and his Mom gave him a wry look before heading out, leaving the boys alone.  “You ready to go, beta-mine?”

“Always, Alpha-o.”  Isaac said with a smile.  Scott’s phone beeped again and he nodded.

“It’s time.”  He stood as the last of the daylight disappeared, darkening the light noticeably.  Scott looked every part the Alpha as he slowly rolled his neck and let Vast come out, turning his eyes a burnished, deep, purposeful red.  Isaac looked up at the boy who was coming to know so well and knew deep in his soul that he was exactly where he was meant to be.

The two werewolves left through the back door and started a steady lope towards the woods.  They could sense the other wolves ahead of them and did nothing to hide their progress.  Entering into a clearing, Isaac stood behind Scott as they took a position equidistant between Deucalion and Cora and Gabe.

“Ahhhhh. The other proto-Alpha.  Why am I not surprised?”  Deucalion drawled and turned back to Cora.  “I had hoped you would stand on your own two feet and not hide behind Scott here.”

She was non-plussed.  “I stand by what I said to you… this situation can’t go on and I don’t want to be involved, having Scott here is right by Werewolf Lore.  He is the Alpha of the primary Pack in this area.”  She explained as Deucalion snorted and shook his head.

“And where is that Pack, young Mr McCall?”

“Safe.  Away from you.”  He growled.

“So just you and your boy?”  He asked, insult clear, but Isaac ignored him, focused on Scott’s instructions not to get involved, no matter what was said.  Scott growled though and Deucalion laughed. “And how is your girl, and her father? Did you like my little message?”  When Scott didn’t reply he continued, “I just want Aiden, I’m not interested in you.  If Julia is alive still, we have unfinished business…”

“He’ll never be yours again.”  Scott growled.  He opened his mouth to speak again but they all turned as they heard another body crashing towards them.  Allison, bruised and limping appeared, throwing a terrified glance at Deucalion, ran straight to Scott.

“SCOTT! We have to scrap the plan. Friends of my Dad arrived. Hunters.  They got one look at us and guessed werewolves.  He left enough spores and evidence they are certain it’s a feral wolf and are out hunting for someone to kill.” 

“How many? Where?” Scott asked, looking at Cora, beckoning her closer.  Deucalion stayed where he was but tilted his head, listening and scenting.

“At least five, though I think there may be more.  I phoned the twins, told them to lay low. Danny’s heading over to keep an eye out. We have to go.” She looked over to Deucalion and shifted slightly, keeping Scott between her and the frowning Alpha.  “Scott, please.”

Scott growled and pointed at Deucalion. “This isn’t over.” 

Cora suddenly flung up one hand. “Guys!” Can you smell that?”  All the werewolves took in deep gulps of air, passing the familiar forest scents through their olfactory glands, searching for what Cora had sensed.  Isaac frowned, he smelt leather, gun metal and wolfsbane, a combination which screamed Hunter. 

“Scott.”  He said and frowned.

“I smell them too.”  Deucalion growled, pulling up his wolf.  “Five.  All hunters. We can take them, five on five.”  He smiled a wicked grin at the teenagers before him. 

“No!” Scott barked.  “We aren’t killers.  You won’t turn us into you.  We need to get to ground, wait for Allison to get more information.  I’ll share anything I have with you.”  He turned so the last sentence was said only to Cora, leaving Deucalion obviously out of the offer.

“Fool.  They’d kill you as soon as look at you. We can-“  Deucalion stopped and clapped his hands to his ears and a high-pitched sonic wave slammed into them. All the werewolves dropped to their knees and Isaac searched for a way out.  Once direction seemed less painful than the others and he grabbed his Pack and headed that way, “Come on.” He yelled and Scott scooped Allison up as they headed for safety.  Deucalion followed them and Cora and Gabe pulled up the rear.

“I see them.”  A deep, hoarse voice called out.  The wolves all heard the pump of a shotgun and the deep boom as it was discharged.  Looking around Isaac saw Deucalion still in the centre of their group and that no one was hit but an intense blast of Wolfsbane spoors filled the night.

“What is that?”  Gasped Gabe, clutching at his throat.

“Humans and their toys.”  Deucalion growled, ripping a length of cloth from his shirt and tying it around his mouth.  Another sonic pulse hit to their left and they bolted in the other direction, five wolves and a human looking for safety.

Ahead of them they caught sight of the glint of bare steel, two figures with twin swords it looked like and Cora called, “this way!” Cutting a new path away from the hunters.  Isaac dropped back a little, bringing up the rear, ensuring Scott and Allison was safe.  From the vantage point he saw Deucalion frown in the direction of the hunters and sniff.

“We could take them Isaac.  There’s only two and they don’t know our strength.”  Deucalion growled, clearly hating being hounded as he was.

“We don’t know that! Wolfsbane shot? Twin swords?  They know there are five of us and they keep coming. I’m not going to risk it, now move!”  He sped up as another shotgun blast sounded followed by yet another burning wave of poison.

“Bastard Hunters!”  Deucalion growled but bounced forward, moving to the front, next to Cora, no doubt trying to convince her to stay and fight.  Two more sound bombs exploded to their right, causing all the wolves to stumble and head away from the noise, right into another.  Twisting they found a safe route and bounded away.

As they ran bright flashing arrows started slamming around them, some exploding in blinding lights, some flaring with flames, others merely quivering lethally in trunks of trees.  “Come on, come on.”  Cora yelled, snaking direction again.

“Hang on, wait, we’re being led somewhere…”  Deucalion tried to pull up and Isaac slammed into his back, pushing him on.

“No shit, Duke!  But we don’t have much choice!”  Isaac ran on as an arrow grazed Deucalion’s arm and another piercing cry forced them on.  They weren’t tiring, but all the wolves were growling, Gabe having completely wolved out. 

“Gabe, stay with us!”  Cora called, picking up speed, spreading out their make-shift pack. 

“Cora no! They’re trying to split us up.”  Scott called but sped up, shifting Allison in his arms.  Cora ignored him though and ploughed on.  They all saw Gabe react to the sight of two more hunters, twisting and pelting away from them, completely lost in his flight instinct.

“No! Not that way!”  She cried.

“Hold on… aren’t we-“  Deucalion’s thought was cut off by another arrow knocking him, creating another cut and he roared.  Suddenly Scott went down, something tangling his feet.  Cora and Gabe were ahead and didn’t notice, Deucalion looked back frowning.

“GO! RUN!” Screamed Isaac as he crouched over his Alpha, protecting them.  Deucalion batted away another arrow and growled, looking for a way out.  As more sound blasts went off he span in the only direction available and away from Isaac and Scott.  Isaac stood slowly and watched as the Demon Wolf barrelled forward, clenching his fist and shouting, “NOW!” As soon as Deucalion crossed the line he’d been watching.

Twin flares of power exploded in a wide circle around Deucalion and the tree trunk he was passing.  Roaring he bolted forward, punching out at the mystical barrier.  Seeing it flare and remain in place, Isaac turned back to Scott, untying the bolas that had tripped him.  As he was fiddling with the ropes the Hunter who had thrown it strolled up to them.

“Nice shot.” Scott smiled.

“Thanks, it was fun.  Been wanting to do that for ages.”  Chris Argent’s smile tugged at his bruises and he winced slightly. 

“Dad.” Allison whined and stood, brushing leaves from her clothes.  “You look ridiculous by the way.”  Isaac untangled the last cord and looked up at Chris.  He had a long leather coat and had a black substance smeared across his brows.  It reeked of engine oil, gunpowder and Wolfsbane causing Isaac to snort and shake his head.

“I don’t look, or smell, like me and that’s the main thing.”  He shouldered the bow he’d been firing and offered Scott his hand, drawing the teen up.

“I don’t know. I quite like it.”  Melissa said.  She was in close-fitting black leathers, also with black paint on her face.  The two swords hung uselessly in her hands.

“Mom. Really… stop talking.” Scott grimaced and went to hug his Mom, “you did great, very imposing.” 

“Thanks, I just copied small, pale and twitchy.”  She smiled at Stiles who ‘pfffffft’-ed at her.

“Whatever.”  Stiles grinned, taking the swords from Melissa and sheathing them carefully.  He looked up as his Dad and Danny joined them, completing the gang of ‘new’ hunters.  They all looked and smelled the same – hard-edged, rough, dangerous, thought he modified shotgun the Sheriff was carrying did give him the most scary look. 

“It was enough to fool Deucalion, that’s the main thing.”  Scott said and they all headed towards the roaring Alpha who was still crashing around his mystical cell.  As they arrayed themselves around the circle, Isaac took in Cora a ways off, soothing her boyfriend. She looked strained and relieved at the same time.  She hadn’t fully trusted Scott’s plan, but had agreed to it out of necessity.    Scott walked over to her, pausing at a respectful distance.

“Cora. Thank you.”

Eventually she stood, finally trusting Gabe not to do anything stupid.  “It’s OK.  I’m glad you didn’t tell me everything, I doubt we’d have been able to act well enough to fool him, but you still need to hold up your end of the bargain.  You know you have to kill him now… right?”

Scott didn’t say anything, just turned slowly and looked at the Alpha, caged and glaring.  There was silence until Aiden and Ethan ran into the clearing.  “Good… now we’re all here.”  He turned fully to Deucalion.  “You’re trapped.  And trapped where we need you to be.  We knew you’d never agree to meet here… knowing what that is.”  He looked pointedly at the sprawling tree stump.  “We’re done.  I warned you about coming near my Pack and you ignored it.  You can’t be trusted, so we’re done.  There’s only one person here who doesn’t think the best idea is to kill you.”

“Try it you arrogant pup.  As soon as your druid lowers the circle I’m going to rip you apart.”  He growled and lengthened his claws, skin turning a deep azure.  Scott ignored the interruption.

“Only one person argued that I shouldn’t kill you.  One.”  Scott was walking around the circle before stopping at Isaac, placing a hand on his shoulder.  “Isaac.”  Deucalion’s blood-red eyes bore into him and Isaac squared his shoulders, refusing to look away.  “He convinced me that killing you wasn’t the right way forward.  But… I wouldn’t thank him yet, I’m not sure what he’s decided…” Scott looked at him,  “It’s your idea boyfriend… he’s all yours.”

“A beta!” Deucalion laughed, low and rolling. “This will be no challenge at all.”

“I’m not challenging you Deucalion.”  Isaac scowled and lifted his voice to the sky.  “Morrigan, Mo-“

“I’m here child.”  She spoke from his side, eyes fixed on the werewolf in the circle who froze in her gaze. “This.  Now, this will be interesting.”  Breaking her glare from Deucalion she looked up to Isaac, face as inscrutable as ever and eyes deep and fathomless wells.

“Morrigan.  As is now becoming tradition, we need your help,” she smiled in seemingly genuine amusement, “we have, as you can see, someone trapped by your Nemeton, and wish to make an offering.”  The Morrigan clapped her hands with glee.

“Oh goody!  I was worried by that, ‘one person argued that I shouldn’t kill you,’ thing.”  Isaac’s eyes widened as she mimicked Scott’s voice perfectly. “Do you have an athame?  Oh yeay! A lycanthorpe sacrifice and an Alpha too, you are a good boy!”  She went on tip-toes and kissed his cheeks.

“Wait, wait, wait.  Slow down…”  He raised his hands as she started to dance around.  “We’re not killing him.”  Ignoring her sulky pout and Deucalion’s deep breath he continued. “But… I do need you to keep him still, like completely still. Then we will make an offer.”  The Morrigan frowned at him and then shimmered, vanishing before reappearing inside the circle, standing on her Nemeton. 

With a complicated hand gesture vines and roots and shot up from the ground, trapping Deucalion and winding up around his chest and arms.  He growled and struggled but completely failed to move.  The Morrigan settled down, crossing her legs and steepling her fingers, intensely focused on the werewolf in her power.

Isaac nodded at Lydia and Deaton who broke their circles.  As soon as they did Deucalion roared and writhed in earnest, desperately trying to break free, but the Fae holding him just laughed musically.  Eventually Deucalion settled, panting and furious.

“OK, we know this by now.  Power up, Pack.”  He commanded and smiled.

“It’s no Avenger’s Assemble.”  grumbled Stiles, but he stilled and focused the same as everyone else.  Energy and strength bubbled up from each member quickly and Isaac had to resist the urge to join in, becoming a conduit like the twins were. They accepted the collected might of the Pack and fed it to Scott who, to Isaac’s eyes, with Burn’s aid, burned like the sun.

Reaching out with his wolf sense, he dove into that power and let Burn gather as much as he possibly could.  When his wolf was quivering and aching with vigour Isaac turned to Deucalion.  Stepping forward he reached up and grabbed the Alpha’s head in his hands.

Reaching into the Wolfscape Isaac found himself face-to-face with Demon Wolf, completely unbound and full of terrible rage.  He swept towards, moving almost faster than thought, claws ready to rip out Isaac’s throat.  Moving almost faster than thought.  With the power of Vast’s Pack in him, it was easy to sway aside and drive a taloned hand into Deucalion’s chest.  He’d had the idea when he ripped the Alpha spark from Derek, and was elated when he felt it work.

“This is for Erica,” he hissed.  Then, seeing the comprehension on the Alpha’s face, Isaac completely focused Burn’s power on his hand and ripped Demon Wolf completely out of Deucalion, who collapsed, stunned and completely human at his feet. 

Isaac shifted out of the Wolfscape, but keep Demon Wolf tight in his hand.  A ghostly, snarling force writhed in his hand, snapping ineffectually.  Deucalion looked tiny in the roots holding him up, swaying, head lolling from side to side.  Isaac looked up at the Morrigan.

“Here’s my Offer Morrigan.  We would swap this man for Peter Hale who is your prisoner.  While Peter may have tried to end the life of Jennifer Blake, it was this man who killed her.”

The Morrigan’s eyes were bright in the darkness and were filled with desire and lust.  She stood and her body shimmered.  Her facial features cracked and remoulded into the face of Jennifer Blake, pain etched in every line of it.  “I want him. Done children. Peter is my prisoner and I swap him for Deucalion”  She hissed, agony lacing each word. 

Peter Hale faded up from the Nemeton.  He was curled in a foetal position and looked broken and scarred, barely a shell of the man they’d seen months previously.  Jennifer waved a hand and Deucalion was lifted and placed on Jennifer’s other side, realisation and panic creeping up his face. Everyone, werewolf, fae and human all felt invisible bonds snap open and Cora rushed in to drag her uncle away. The Morrigan shook again, returning to her more common visage.  “What of the power in your hand, Shaper?  Do I get that too?”

Isaac frowned at her.  This is where the Pack had gone round and round.  Isaac was worried if they gave her this power too she’d eventually either bond it back to Deucalion, creating her own personal werewolf killer, or settle it on some unsuspecting person, destroying them.  They all worried what the Morrigan would do but agreed that handing her an insane Alpha power wouldn’t bode well. “No.  Demon Wolf is too vicious, we can’t let it be settled in some other wolf.  The deal is for the man.”

“Wait!” Morrigan cried.  “I’ll release all bonds and ties from you, I’ll return all favours and renounce my claim on Empress.”  Isaac paused and genuinely considered it.  He knew what she said was true, but it wouldn’t stop her tying new strings.  At least this way they knew how they were bound.  The Morrigan tried a different tack, “I’ll give you one thousand nights of bliss filled sleep.  I’ll answer you three riddles of life.  I’ll protect your Holdings for ten years.  Don’t release it… you can’t waste that much power.”  Isaac shook his head.  “Take it! Take it yourself and I’ll teach you control and you will be more powerful than you can dream.”  She cried the last, desperate.

“I’m truly sorry Morrigan, but no.  I say this with the greatest respect, but no-one, no-one can be trusted with this power.”

“WAIT!” She cried and dove forward as Isaac released his grip, throwing it towards their Emissary who caught it in a circle that was instantly battered by the angry Fae.  Demon Wolf let out a long psychic scream and faded into nothingness within the circle.  Deaton kept the circle up, even after the wolf’s passing, not trusting the fairy who so desired it’s power. The Morrigan slumped down and dug her hands into the ground.  Frost spread out from her fingers and her dress became an ice-cold, frozen suit of armour.  She span and furious, freezing eyes met Isaacs.

“That was a huge mistake Shaper.”  She hissed and Isaac felt the weight of panic settle into his core.  “You have angered me.  You do not show me gifts and then throw them away.  You are deeply in my debt.”

In previous days Isaac would have shied away from that look and tone, but this time he just smiled sadly at the angry Fae.  “No Morrigan I am not. I called you for an Offer that an aspect of you accepted.  You bargained for something in my possession but could not meet my needs.  We are as we were, I still owe you a Shaping and you will still come as we call.  I have seen you and you have marked me.  We are good, my Morrigan.”  Isaac raised a hand and placed it against her face, sinking it through the layer of ice to the skin underneath.

She regarded him in silence for a while then smiled, ice dropping from her as she copied his gesture.  “That was a big risk you took Shaper.  I wouldn’t try it with another Fae if I were you.  Though now you have accepted me as your Fae, I doubt many other’s will trouble you.”  She dropped her voice low and pulled him in close, “you will be in my court one day Shaper.  I have decades.”  She hissed the last and her anger was still clear. 

She stepped away from him and walked, stately and in control to the Nemeton.  Placing a hand on Deucalion’s shoulder regarded the Pack.  “Four of you are marked as mine.  One day you will all be.  One day…”  She melted into the massive tree stump and the clearing was left in silence, her last ominous threat hanging in the air long after she’d left.

“Well… let’s not call on her anytime soon.”  Stiles said into the quiet of the night.  Isaac laughed once and the tension was broken.  Melissa went to Peter Hale, talking quietly and checking him over. 

Scott walked over, “He’s your responsibility Cora.  Yours and yours alone, his actions as your beta will impact on you.  Do we have an understanding?”  His voice was laced with power and authority.  Cora stood and faced him, matching stare and laced her own reply with the same power.

“Yes, we have an understanding.”  They shook hands and Cora and Gabe gathered her kinsman and left.  Scott watched them go.  “I hope you are right about them Isaac.”

“I am.  Peter is an odd one, and no doubt doubly broken by his time spent with the Morrigan, but Cora will keep him right, you’ll see.  She seems to have adapted to her Alphadom well.”

“Alphadom?”  Scott smiled at him.

“It’s a word!”  Isaac smiled back and threw his arm around his boyfriend.  The Pack strolled back to the McCall house, despite Melissa’s protests.  They filed in and collapsed in various couples in sofas and seats, or simply sat on the floor exhausted.

Isaac cuddled into Scott, completely happy and revelling in the Bonds and love in the room.  Danny and Ethan looked to be asleep on each other, though they were whispering and smiling constantly.  Allison and Aiden were sitting on the floor, cross-legged and facing each other, matching expressions of hopeful indecision.  Stiles was waiting on Lydia, who was enjoying the attention, while his father watched on, cuddled around Melissa.  Chris Argent sat with Dr Deaton and watched the Pack with a calm detachment, no doubt wondering how he’d gone from Hunter to Pack member in such a short space of time.

Finally Isaac looked back to Scott, his Alpha, his boyfriend.  Scott had been watching him as he looked over their Pack.  “You did this Isaac.  This is your work as much as mine.”  Scott spoke quietly, voice solely for him.  They looked deep into each other’s eyes.  Isaac couldn’t believe his luck, or his life.  Reaching over to his boyfriend, linking hands, he took the time to reflect.  The Hales were settled, twins firmly in the Pack, Deucalion gone and while the Morrigan may be an issue, and Lydia a mystery, Isaac had never been happier.

“I love you.” He said, without thinking, then held his breath.

Scott smiled.  “I love you too.”

*            *            *

Epilogue

Kessan smiled as he snapped a picture of the sign on his phone, sending it to Isaac – Wolfgang’s Valley.  Grinning to himself ruefully, he shook his head.  It’d been weeks and he still thought off the curly-haired teen at least once a day.  Sighing, he hiked his bag higher and carried on out of the ridiculously named town.  As he was heading up the road he heard the sound of an engine.

Turning he hitched his thumb out and smiled as the car slowed and stopped beside him.  Bending down he looked through the rolled down window.  The woman sat in the front seat was stunning.  She was wearing a fitted green jacket and had flame red hair.  He couldn’t place her age, somewhere between twenty-five and forty-five, and even that was a guess.

“Hey, thanks for stopping.”

“Where are you headed, young man.”  Her voice was musical and fluid.

“Wherever, I’m just travelling.”  He smiled his warmest and best smile.

“Well then, would you like a lift to ‘wherever?’  She smiled and he laughed, nodding and getting into the passenger seat.  Turning to him she tilted her head, “and how will you be paying me?”  She asked, voice as smooth as silk.

“Errrrrr… Well, I’m hitching for a reason.”  His smiled faltered a little as her’s deepened, clearly predatory, “and I’m gay, so…”  She laughed again at his distress.

“No no no child, nothing like that.  A favour will suffice.  You shall have to owe me a favour.”

“A favour, I’m sure I can do that.”  Kessan said, relaxing and stretching out his long legs as much as possible.

“A big favour?” She asked, coyly.

“Sure, a big favour.”  He chuckled.

“Done, done and done.”  Her grin was positively wicked and Kessan felt a little uneasy.  “Well, young man, let’s see what adventures await us, shall we.”  And she laughed, musical and high.