His voice was smaller and he growled internally at the weakness it showed. "We would have helped." Isaac would have helped; but he didn't say that out loud. Derek hasn't understood what happened, why Stiles had turned out so... Different from the rest of them. Peter had checked through this computer and found nothing that have any explanation.

Isaac and Scott had both grilled Deaton and he'd had nothing to offer either. Nothing more than 'sometimes it happens'.

And so they'd stayed away, under instruction not to follow him or search for him for any reason. And the pack had obeyed.

But it still sucked. Isaac knew that Scott heard from him now and again, but he'd never been contacted by the rogue teen.

"Then you need to. To go and tell Derek you're back." He'd be able so smell the Omega on Isaac anyway. But. "If I can't tell them, you need to. Before he figures it out on his own."