Teen Wolf Imagines - [REQUESTS CLOSED]

Powerful | Isaac

Isaac imagine for Willchester <3

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Scott McCall's pack had never been perfect. Although to some people, we were known to be pretty powerful together and always have such a strong connection with one another, it wasn't completely true a lot of the time.

We had just come back from a fight with yet another new supernatural creature in Beacon Hills.

Derek let us stay at his loft to discuss everything and plan for whatever the heck we were gonna do next.

Malia was badly wounded and Scott carried her in, all of us hoping that her quick healing would kick in now that she was safe from any more harm.

I stayed by her side while everyone else scattered themselves around the room.

"You know, if Derek hadn't decided to completely ditch the plan we made due to his usual narcissistic self and put all of us in danger, maybe we would've gotten out without any scratches let alone a huge gash running down Malia's side," Stiles commented from the corner of the room where he was pacing back in forth as an attempt to calm down his frustrated mind.

I glared at him from where I sat, signaling that I disliked the way he rekindled the argument the two were having earlier.

"It wasn't my fault! Allison went running in because supposedly, Kira needed help before she would be pummeled by the huge beast thing, which by the way, we still have no idea what it is." Derek countered, angrily.

"I was fine. I stopped her from getting killed. There's no way it's my fault. Neither was it Kira's," Allison scoffed.

"I was with Kira and there was no way she would've been killed," Lydia remarked," just saying."

Isaac walked up and sat in the empty spot beside me.

Malia had passed out at that point but at least she wouldn't have to feel the pain until she woke.

I sighed as words were shouted across the room.

There was literally no way to stop any of them from snapping at another after being blamed for something they did not do.

Isaac realized my stressed state leading to him slinging his arm around my waist and pulling me closer to him.

"They never stop and it's getting so frustrating. I know that they won't listen to me after a million times of trying. It's just...ugh," I leant into him more, closing my eyes and pouting.

"Hey, hey, it's okay. They wouldn't listen to me either but at least they wouldn't pummel you when you yell at them to stop," he joked, rubbing my arm comfortingly.

I couldn't help but laugh at his remark.

"Guys, can you please just stop yelling already?" I shouted loud enough for everyone to hear but was ignored.

"You guys!" Scott yelled.

The moment he stopped speaking, the room went dead silent.

"Can't you hear her? Stop yelling. It's getting annoying and if you don't stop arguing, I'm making whoever says any sarcastic remark to another pack member do pack training all week with me," Scott snapped.

Everyone stayed quiet and looked at each other.

"Thanks, Scott," I relaxed a bit from the quiet environment.

Isaac shifted a bit in my grasp.

He sent a small smile before speaking again," it was everybody's fault. What happened had happened because of bad teamwork and because of bad planning. Now we'll learn from our mistakes and do better next time. End of conversation."