Mariah curled up in Stiles' lap, her grey tpiped wings draping over one of his knees. Derek came to sit down next to Stiles, looking out over the clearing that they were staying in. When Stiles brought up his two betas Derek felt a ping of pain in his chest.
"Yeah," Derek answered after a moment. "Isaac's ok though. At least I think he is. Last I heard he went to England."