"I'm going to kill him," Derek growled, lowly. His hands tightened on Isaac's hips. It wasn't as if he had fond memories of his uncle, after all. Paul had barely been around. They'd been fine without him for decades. They would be fine without him now. And that new wolf, Jeremy, would just have to deal with it. He could leave, if he wanted. The important thing was that Paul was going to die, and Derek was going to kill him.