Be a Lover, Not a Fighter ❤STISAAC/STIKLAUS❤

Threat

I stood in front of Scott's house before walking to it and knocking on the door. The door opened to reveal Scott. "Isaac? How you've been?" He asked with a smile. "Cut the bullshit." I spat before grabbing him by his shirt and entering the house. I pinned him to the nearest wall with glowing eyes. "You messed up big time and now you're going to pay." I growled. "I have no idea what you're talking about." He snarled.

"Don't fucking lie to me, you homophobic fucker!" I spat slamming him against the wall. "Don't talk to me like that. I'm the True Alpha." Scott snapped. "And? Who fucking gives a shit?" I countered driving my fist into his face multiple times. I picked him up and pinned him to the wall once more. "You ever come near Stiles. You ever speak about Stiles. You ever touch a single hair on his head. You ever look at him. I swear...I will rip you to fuckin' pieces." I growled. "Is that a threat...Omega?" Scott asked with glowing red eyes. "Omega, Beta, Alpha...I don't fuckin' care. But if you do anything to him...to hurt him...you're dead. And being a True Alpha ain't gonna do shit...because you'll never see them coming." I said before throwing a punch at his face and left the house.

"Them? Who the fuck are you talking about?" Scott asked on the floor. "HEY! I'M TALKING TO YOU!!" Scott raged grabbing my shoulder before I spun around and drove my fist into his nose. I grabbed him by his throat and slammed him into the ground and walked off. "HEY! DON'T YOU EVER COME BACK HERE AGAIN! YOU HEAR ME?! I DON'T CARE WHO YOUR FRIENDS ARE!! I'M GONNA KILL YOU!! AND THEM!!!" Scott shouted from behind as I got onto a motorcycle and sped away.

STILES' HOUSE
LATER

I entered the house to see Sheriff whip around and aim his gun at me. "Jesus fucking Christ. It's me." I said holding my hands in the air.

"Get him out of here." He told me picking Stiles up and handing him to me. "What am I supposed to do?" I asked holding Stiles. "Anything. Just get him. Out of Beacon Hills. Anywhere but here. I can't deal with losing my son." Sheriff said. "What about you? He'll ask questions. Wha-what am I supposed to tell him?" I voiced. "Give him this." Sheriff voiced before pulling out a necklace and put a slip of paper in my back pocket before putting the necklace around my neck. "You...want me to give him a necklace and a paper?" I asked. "It's a note and he'll know what the necklace means. Just take him. And go. Please." He said before pushing me out of the house and closing the door. "Hey!" I called out. "Fucking hell." I muttered turning around and looking at my bike.

"How the fuck am I supposed to-" I started before the garage door opened. I looked over to see a pair of headlights. The roar of an engine sounded in my ears before a Brittany Blue 1967 Ford Mustang GT Fastback exited the garage. "Holy...Fucking...Shit." I voiced as Sheriff exited the car and opened the passenger side door. He put Stiles in the passenger's seat and closed the door before looking at me. "Protect him...with your life. He's different, Isaac. Different is good. Never let anyone tell him otherwise." He said before holding up a shotgun.

"Why do I feel like this is the last time you're gonna see him?" I asked him. He sighed. "Someone has to hold them off while you get out of town. And besides...what better way to go out than protecting the life of your child?" He asked before smirking. "Promise me you'll look after him." He said. "I promise." I answered before he gave me a hug. "You're a good kid, Isaac. A good person. Don't ever forget that." He said before backing away. I got into the classic muscle car before driving away from Beacon Hills.