Teen Wolf one-shots

A mother's secret, a son's quest and unforgotten love

~ This one's a lot longer or might be 2 part, IDK. ~

Isaac Lahey and Jackson Whittemore have been neighbours for as long as they could remember. They used to play together when they were younger, but when Isaacs mother died, his father stopped letting him hang out with his friends and would keep him and his brother locked in the house and would beat them at all hours. 

Isaac took the brunt of the abuse when his brother left to join the military. They night the soldiers came, his father beat him so badly he died twice on the way to the hospital. Isaacs father never visited once, but Jackson went every day after school and told Isaac everything that had happened that day. He never really knew if Isaac could actually hear him because he was in a coma for two weeks, but when he woke up and saw Jackson sat by his side reading one of their favourite comics aloud to him, he realized that Jackson was the last person alive who actually cared. 

Jackson helped Isaac gain the confidence to report his father to the police. When he was well enough to leave a policewoman drove him home so that he could pack anything from his room that he wanted but what broke her heart was the fact Isaac had a go bag ready hidden under his bed all he had to get was his phone charge and a few fames photos of him, his mother, his brother and Jackson. 

Isaac had packed a go bag when his brother came into his room one night with blood and bruises scattered across his face and told Isaac to always be prepared to run. 

Ever since then, when he heard his father coming home and slamming the door, he would reach for the bag but was always too scared to actually take it out because that meant leaving him and being alone. Even if his father was a horrible man, he gave him a roof and food, and Isaac was constantly afraid to lose that. 

One thing Isaac never told anyone about was the letter his mother left him in her will. It was written in Latin, something his mother insisted he learnt he never understood why, but when he saw the letter and read it he understood. It took him years to figure out what it was for or what she wanted him to do, but when he realised and everything fell into place, he immediately booked a flight back to Beacon Hills to find what his mother wanted him to find. 

Isaac had moved to France not long after his father went to prison for life, and he was placed in the foster system. 

When he turned eighteen, he decided he should go back home. Back to Jackson. A month or so ago he had cracked the code in his mother's letter but was too nervous thinking of all the possibilities like Jackson rejecting him or everyone treating him differently because of his father. Those possibilities built up, but when he saw a post on Jackson's Instagram, he made up his mind. He HAD to go back. No matter what. 

He was on the plane gliding through the air and his way home. The closer he got to Beacon Hills, the more the nerves built up inside of him. One other thing he hadn't told anyone was that he was a werewolf, but not only that he was an Alpha with no pack. 

Isaac figure Beacon Hills was a pretty weird place, so there were bound to be a couple werewolves running around somewhere. 

Isaac had been bitten by his alpha, but one full moon he couldn't control himself and killed his alpha. He regretted every second of it, he never wanted to hurt anyone. He didn't want to turn into his father so he took the time to control his wolf, and now he could control it whenever he needed to he also managed to help a few stray betas to control it as well. 

They plane landed and Isaac walked out of the airport and called a taxi which took him straight to Beacon Hills. 

The first place he went was his old house. No one had bought it because of its bad history, but no one had knocked it down either. It stood exactly how it did when he left, nothing had changed, everything was just coated in a thick blanket of dust and plants had grown through the drains and sinks.