Derek pressed his lips against the pale curve of Isaac's shoulder, hearing what the boy wasn't saying. "It's Laura's pack," he corrected gently, "But I get your meaning, I think. There are some battles you can't fight on your own, and others you shouldn't have to. It's what separates us from the others, from humans." It was what made him wonder if Stiles would ever stop fighting him. "We're stronger together. That's literal for us, not metaphor." The wolf covered the boy's hands with his own, pressed another kiss against his skin. "Sometimes it takes losing everything for you to appreciate anything."