Chapter 6 - #4149512

Colette's POV

We opened the door and...

Nothing. There was nothing there, what? It was supposed to be in that room, I was sure of it! A cold evil alight came from behind us. I swung round to see Deaucalion laughing his head off. "Oh you thought" Kali appeared from behind him. "Aww the momma bear is getting all wound up" Derek and I growled at them while the pack looked confused. "Colette, what are they talking about?" I turned back to the pack, "It's just a stupid nickname, that's all"

Kali laughed at me and smirked at us. "They haven't told you have they?" The pack's eyebrows all raised. "Told us what?" This was my worst nightmare, Derek and I were suppose to be the ones to tell them, not Kali. "The reason why they were here in the first place. It wasn't an object they were looking for was it?" She growled looking at me. "They didn't risk their lives for a stupid object, they risked their lives for their son." The whole room went dead silent.

"Its not true!" The pack just stepped away from me. "Everything that happened, even at the hospital, the nightmare, everything. When you said that he was taken, you meant your son was taken. Taken by the Alpha Pack" Stiles concluded, the pack looking amazed at his logic. "You lied to us!" Scott yelled, his eyes glowing amber. "You said you had never met before! You didn't happen to mention the bit with your son!" I cowered away from them, I couldn't take that now. No! I must stay strong for him.

"Kali, where is our son!" Derek growled, the whole room falling silent once again. "Let's just say, not anywhere near." I snarled at her. "Just tell us where he is, and you will live to see the reunion." I snapped, the pack did soemthing I'd dint expect. They just walked away from us, leaving Derek and I alone with Kali, TRAITORS! "Doesn't look like you have much of a pack now do you?" Kali snarled before launching towards us.

A week later...

Isaac's POV

For a week we have heard nothing from Derek or Colette, I feel like I'm the only person getting worried at this point. I'm still angry at them for lying to us, but they are like parents to me. I realised that when they didn't come home it seemed like the loft was empty, not full of life Liam it usually is. But they have a son, they won't need me anymore. Scott is going around like they don't exist. I can't do that even if I wanted do, everytime I try, I get the annoying voice at the back of my head saying;

"They are your Alpha and Luna! You cant just forget about their existence!"

I've been finding it hard to cope, a week without my Alpha and Luna seemed like an eternity. Colette always looks after me, and Derek.....well, he has been the best father figure I've ever had. Thinking of that I've only ever had one other and that was an abusive arrogant one. Erica and Boyd have seemed a little disheartened but everybody else is doing fine, the only other person that seems slightly agitated by the missing mates is Stiles. He keeps feeling guilty for waling away, and I do too.

I haven't been going to school as often, I can't concentrate like this. I've been staying in the loft, occasionally being joined by Peter who is no company at all. All he talks about is his new car or his new hairstyle he got the other day. I was reading the book Derek recommended to me, it was called Lord of The Rings. It was actually pretty good. There was a knock at the door which echoed through the entire loft. I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, who knocks here anyway unless you're human. And not many of those come round here.

Peter looked at me with a questioning look. I slowly got out my claws and headed to the door. I instantly knew this person on the other side was converted in dirt, it was concealing their scent completely. I slowly opened the door, a sight I wished I didn't see was on the other side. It was a small boy, probably about four or five, covered in dirt and leaves, cowering on the floor. Even at this proximity I couldn't tell if he was a wolf or not.

He was thin and pale, I couldn't see much of his other featured due to the amount of greenery and mud on his fragile body. I nodded to Peter to tell him it's okay to approach. I slowly inched closer to the boy until I tapped on his shoulder, he immediately flinched away and tried to back into a corner. "Hey, I'm not going to hurt you, I'm Isaac" I pointed to myself, an then Peter. "And that's Peter." The boy still didn't look up at me. "Why are you here?" The boy slowly looked up at me.

As I examined his face I immediately came across the first green eyes that were brimming with tears. Oh my god, I've seen those eyes before. But where, I'm struggling to place it. I was about to lead the boy inside when he flinched away from me. "Remeber, we're not going to hurt you." The boy slowly followed me inside and stood in the middle of the room. I lead him towards the bathroom, as soon as he is finished, we will know if he is human or not.

He looked surprised when I turned on the taps, he gently ran his fingers through the water, looking at it in amazement. "Warm?" I looked at him confused. "Yes" He ran his fingers 5hriught the water again before I helped him undress and make sure he got into the bath. The temperature of the water greatly surprised him, I added soap and he seemed amazed by the bubbles. He gathered some of the bubbles in his hand and blew them unto the water.

I laughed at him and he looked at me in wonder. "Laugh?" I nodded and ye continued to play in the water. Peter dropped off one of Colette's t-shirts, since eshe wa the smallest, and a pair of loose shorts, which I guessed came from somebody bedroom, probably mine. By the time the boy had finished, the water had turned a murky brown. I lifted the boy out of the bath and onto the soft mat. "Soft" The boy whispered, leaning down ot touch the mat in wonder.

I wondered what this boy's background must have been like. He seemed to be unfamiliar with basic things, his vocabulary wasnt geyr big and he is anxious around us. He likes to cower away from people and he flinches at the slightest moment. As I helped the boy dry himself with a towel he found incredibly interesting and soft, I noticed his scent was definitely wolf. Maybe his pack was killed or he was thrown out, but who would do that to a little boy?

I left helped the boy get dressed and gave him a spare toothbrush. He seemed fascinated by it, almost like it was the most iinteresting thing he'd ever seen. He eventually got the hang of it. We both came out the bathroom and Peter sniffed the air, not very discreetly either. The boy caught on to what he was doing, the boy curled up in a ball and his bones started shifting around in odd positions. What is going on?! A few seconds later, there was a small wolf pup on all foors, sniffing the air and running towards a corner and hiding. The boy sifted back and was cowering away.

"Okay....." Peter sighed and walked over to the pup. "What's your name?" The boy looked up at him in confusion. Peter pointed to himself, "Peter" then pointed to the boy. "Seven" The boy said I furrowed my eyebrows. What? Was he seven years old? "Name" The boy posted at himself. "4-1-14-9-5-12" Peter looked up at me. Who was this kid?! "Where did you come from?" The boy was still shy and he shook his head, burying his face in his arms.

"B-b-bad p-place" The boy stuttered, suddenly looking frantically around the room, like he was looking for somebody. "Hey, it's alright." I reassure him, while leaving for my room and bringing back a small stuffed giraffe that I had managed to find on my first night here. "Patch" The boy whispered, gently taking the toy from my hands and hugging it. Its probably just a similar version of one he used to have.

The boy left his corner and sat down on the sofa, clutching the toy tightly in his arms. He slowly drifted to sleep while we just watched in amazement. This kid is really something, but he is so fragile. About half an hour later, Stiles and Scott came through the door, immediately stopping when they saw the boy curled up on the sofa. "Who exactly is that?!" Stiles said, pointing to the boy.

"No clue"