Follow your nose || Stiles & Isaac
Staring at the house infront of him, Isaac asked himself, what the hell he had thought he was doing.
Follow the instinct my ass. This two hours of following the scent of his alpha had brought him here and now he really really had not a single clue what he was supposed to do. But his feet dragged him to the front-door of the Stilinski-household anyway.
The thoughts swirled in his head and his wolf and his feelings surged tried to drag him even further towards the sound of a heartbeat on the first floor.
He should have known that his search for Derek would end here. Though without finding him. After all, Derek and Stiles had obviously reaked of each other for the past weeks.
So the wolf had just brought him to the nearest place that had enough of the presense of his alpha. Scenting the air, Isaac tried to come to a conclusion, tried to identify what was going on with Stiles, if it was alright to just… intrude into the house.
He wouldn’t do it if the need of comfort wasn’t so overwhelming, the lonelyness due to Dereks departure not clawing under his skin.
Almost a week now without a word.
And all that he had gotten was a text from the older werewolf that he’d be back sometime.
His hands turned into fists.
If he had luck, Stiles would know where Derek was. Though the resignment and sadness that wavered in the air around the window to his room indicated something else.
His wolf needed the closeness to his packmembers. He felt restless and without sleep due to the nightmares that had pleagued him even harder the last few days.
He didn’t have anyone to turn to.
Erica and Boyd… well they left after all. Peter… he didn’t belong, he still didn’t felt like pack. Isaac was not sure if he ever really would.
Maybe he could have turned to Scott. The thought had followed him for a while now.
The wolf in him had searched for a connection to his alpha though and now he was here.
And blinked at the hand that had just pushed the button of the house bell. Awesome.
