Isaac stumbled out of bed and wandered over to his own drawer, pulling on a pair of jeans and a long sleeved shirt. The night would likely be chilly, even at this time of year. He nodded at his Master, ready to help in whatever way possible.
"I will, Sir," he said, opening up the door to leave. He hesitated for a moment, looking back at Derek.
"Just... don't really kill him, okay."
It was Stiles, after all. Isaac slipped out the door, closing it behind him. His pace sped up as he headed for his Alpha's room.