"You need to get out. Now."
Derek's voice is harsh and Isaac doesn't even know if he should laugh or cry or call him out on what must be some kind of sick joke because Derek can't possibly be kicking him out. He just can't.
"Did I do something wrong?" Isaac asks, trying to keep his voice steady and Derek's eyes are pitch black as they watch him.
"You're not getting out. Get out!"
A glass shatters just above Isaac's shoulder. He hadn't even been aware that Derek had thrown it at him. He tries to meet Derek's eyes again but he's afraid of what he will see.
"Where am I supposed to go?" Isaac mumbles to the floor mostly as he grabs his jacket and Derek turns around.
"What do I care. Go to Scott, whatever. Just leave."
So Isaac leaves.
His pace is fast, steady, he doesn't run but he just keeps walking. His heart is beating fast as he crosses the familiar streets to get to the house that he has visited so many times but isn't sure he should return to. But he doesn't know what to do.
And Scott McCall is messing with his head already. Isaac feels weak in his presence, in a way that maybe he should because Scott is an alpha and Isaac, he is only a beta but this isn't just about wolf instincts, this isn't about rank in the pack. This is something else.
Scott McCall is a thunderstorm.
No, not even a thunderstorm, because he's just more, like a thunderstorm with blizzards, like a hurricane with rain, and fire, and then thunder.
And more ice.
And heat.
Scott McCall is what can't be described, but a destroyer of worlds, a ruler that is impossible to handle, and Isaac Lahey feels more and more of him slipping away, going into trance, into something that he wasn't usually like.
But he just wants Scott to take him in.
He doesn't even care how, for how long or why. He just wants it. So bad.
So it isn't that strange that he turns to Scott. Always. The words from Derek still ringing in his ears, along with the shattered glass that could have hurt him but didn't.
Everything else hurts. Everything else just failed.
So Isaac needs to turn to the only thing he needs. The only thing he can trust.
And even if it happens to be a dangerous hurricane, a thunderstorm in the desert, he really doesn't mind.
He is cold and wet when he slides into Scott's room, startling him.
"Isaac."
"Hi."
His breathing his heavy, and Scott looks confused as he gets up from the chair, eyeing Isaac with worried eyes that looks beautiful. Isaac tries to keep steady.
"I have a favor to ask."
"What kind?" Scott asks, and the fact that he isn't saying no is just music to Isaac's ear. He smiles. A little, not too much.
"Can I stay?"
Scott watches him, still worry in his eyes.
"I thought you stayed with Derek."
"Apparently not."
Scott shakes his head, and then he looks at Isaac again, walking over to him, one hand softly touching his arm.
