"But you shouldn't need to. And you don't have to. Stiles, I don't care how annoying people find you, they can't just shove you around and pretend it's an accident. I won't let them."

Isaac immediately moved to sit next to him, keeping his hands between his thighs until he was told it was okay to touch. And, god, he wanted to. To check over the bruises and cuts, his wolf howls at him to make sure his mate is okay. "You know I've been trying. For you."