Because I'm human

I see you.

Isaac couldn't help the feeling of dread that twists in his stomach as he watches Stiles walk away. He feels utterly worthless. What was the point of all this power if he couldn't protect the person he cared about? Instead, it was Stiles who had to come to his rescue, getting himself injured in the process. He should have been able to protect Stiles, should have been able to protect him. Why wasn't he strong enough?
Boyd and Erica each grabbed one of his arms and hoisted him to his feet. He hissed as a feeling like liquid fire ripped across his chest. It felt as though his skin was being pulled away from his chest piece by agonizing piece.

"Maybe this will teach you not to be such an idiot," Erica said from his side. Isaac looked down at her slightly smaller frame. Her eyebrows frowned, and a look of worry overtook her usual confident smirk. "Never," he replied with a teasing smile, "you know me. I'm always an idiot." Erica did not look impressed as she turned to glare up at him. The look reminded him of Stiles and immediately his mind was overcome with images of the boy he cared deeply for. "Stiles-"
Boyd cut him off before he could finish speaking, "He's fine."
"No, he's not," Isaac groaned, "He smelt like blood." Neither answered as they roughly shoved him into the passenger seat of Erica's tiny red convertible. Boyd raced around the other side of the car with Erica's fuzzy pink keychain dangling between his fingers. Isaac caught Erica's wrist in his shaking hands before she could turn to walk away. "Please," he begged, "can you make sure he's all right, please?" She stared at him, unblinking for what felt like hours before she turned away with a huff. Her eyes were softer when Erica turned back to face him. "Fine, but if he annoys me I can't promise he'll be in one piece."
"I expect nothing less from you," he smiled.
Something akin to relief settled over Isaac, but he knew he would not be able to rest until he knew that Stiles was ok. He settled back into the seat just as Erica slammed the car door shut. He could faintly hear Erica and Boyd conversing over the roof of the car, but he was too tired to ease drop on their conversation.

The car jostled as Boyd climbed into the tight space behind the steering wheel. He jammed the key into the ignition and revved the engine to life. "What about Erica?" He asked, voice barely about a whisper. Boyd pushed the car into drive as he replied.
"Said she would catch a ride with Stilinski." Isaac nodded. He leaned back in the seat and closed his eyes, no longer able to keep them open on his own accord.
*Ω*
When Isaac opened his eyes sometime later he found himself laying on a lumpy mattress with a thin woollen blanket pulled up around his chin. He groaned, the skin across his chest pulling tight as he tried to push himself up onto his elbows. "Stay down," a gruff voice spoke. Through the dark train car, Isaac could barely make out the stiff form of his Alpha, sitting hunched over one of the rusted seats.

Isaac fell back against the mattress, sighing. Having his Alpha near calmed his racing mind but there was something itching under his skin, begging to be freed. The need to know where Stiles was and how he was doing, it left his hands shaking and his heart thudding against his ribcage. "Is Stiles-"
"He's fine," Derek growled. His eyes flashed in the dark, two red beacons that called to something primal inside Isaac, a baser need to please his Alpha at whatever means possible. "You, however." Derek stood from his seat and cross the small space in two long strides. "Are a complete and utter moron. What were you thinking running off with him like that, without a plan or any backup? You both could have been killed." Isaac jumped as Derek kicked a nearby crate sending it into the wall of the train car. "You are part of a pack, Isaac, not a lone wolf. You should have called and told me that Stilinski was going after the omega. You should have waited for instructions."
"I just wanted to-"
Derek growled, cutting him off, "You what? Wanted to listen to his dying screams, to hold his dead body in your arms, because that is what would have happened if Boyd hadn't seen you sneak out of school and called me!"