Only three days left until Saturday. Three days until I have an actual chance to make Sourwolf smile as we play random games and win prizes, Stiles thought to himself, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel in anticipation.

"You know that's annoying, right?" Isaac huffed out as he rolled his doe-like eyes and stared at the passing streets as they neared the grocery store.

"You know that you sound like Derek, right?" Stiles barely made the sharp right turn into the parking lot when he bit out the last word, clenching down onto his seat as his jeep roughly rolled over gravel. It's tough, Stiles had to admit. It's tough to get through to the Sourwolf. And this isn't anything new but Stiles couldn't help but feel slightly disappointed with the little progress he has had with the wolf. He thought that expressing open affection to Derek would chip away at his guards and make him realize that there's someone right in front of him who will stick with him, through thick and thin. Then again, Stiles was always a romantic sap.

But, there's still hope. Which was why Stiles found himself wandering through the aisles in search of some Hostess ding dong cakes for Derek. He smiled at the memory of sitting next to Derek during one of their pack movie nights and catching him discreetly eating a ding dong cake, crumb by crumb. It's all in the small details. Maybe he'll take a second to appreciate the gesture before gobbling it all down, Stiles chuckled.

He had placed three boxes of the classic treats into his empty cart when his phone buzzed.

Erica: pls pick up some chips, anything but original, thx cutie ur the best

Stiles rolled his eyes and slipped his phone back into his pocket before pushing his cart down the aisle, using the overhead signs to navigate. As he passed by the toiletries section, a man with a fedora and a trenchcoat pulled out of the aisle and kept behind him, going in the same direction as him.

Stiles tried not to think about it too much when he turned into the snack aisle. However, out of the corner of his eye, he spotted the wannabe-villain man turn into the same aisle and his heart was beating a bit faster. He slowed to a stop when he reached the mediocre section of potato chips and put on a show of thoughtfully considering his options. When he grabbed a random bag and turned to place it in his cart, he chanced a look down the aisle, only to see the same creepy guy standing in the middle of the aisle and faced towards him. Despite the fedora covering the top half of his face, Stiles knew that the man was staring straight at him. That being said, Stiles gripped his cart and fought down the rising emotions as he shakily walked away.

Something deep down in his core was warning him that this was a trap. And Isaac was somewhere in this store—either oblivious to the danger or already hurt. Stiles had to find his friend before shit hit the fan. So once he reached the opposite end of the aisle, he made a break for it and left his cart behind, not bothering to see if the man followed suit.

"Isaac!" Stiles screamed as he ran, weaving in and out of aisles in hopes that the strategy would put enough space between him and his current stalker. Panic was creeping up his throat and making it ten times more difficult to breathe and remain focused on finding Isaac. He passed by empty aisles while running down some where people were strolling through, eyes flitting around at a breakneck pace that's sure to give Stiles a headache soon.

As he was nearing the produce section, Stiles heard the loud clatter of metal against metal followed by Isaac's confused, "Stiles?!" Immediately, he stopped in his tracks and frantically looked around for Isaac.

And he almost collapsed in relief when he spotted the tall, young werewolf fifteen meters away pushing a cart hesitantly around.

"Isaac! Over here!"

Isaac swiveled around, only to frown as he spotted something behind Stiles.

"They're not friendly, are they?" Isaac's eyes turned gold as his claws shot out in preparation for a fight. Stiles really, really didn't want to turn around but after hearing Isaac say "they", he had to see for himself because last he remembered, only one man was chasing him.

Sure enough when Stiles looked back, four men in black with hats covering the top halves of their faces were staring back at them, not ten feet away. Isaac let out a warning growl from his position behind Stiles and even though the noise was a signal of strength, it reminded Stiles of where he stood in the situation. Which was smack dab in the middle. Taking his best chance at safety, he backtracked towards Isaac while praying that the four men were just on a desperate search for beer or iced tea.

"Isaac . . .?" Said werewolf released a gruff exhale while keeping his eyes trained on the two threats. Even though Isaac was putting on a show of intimidation and strength, Stiles still felt like he needed Derek right by his side to protect him. It might not be because Derek was an Alpha. Hell, it might not even be due to the obvious fact that Derek was bigger than Isaac. There was a compelling pull to Derek ever since the night he was rescued in the middle of the preserve. Derek's presence. Derek's heartbeat. Derek's touch. That was all Stiles wanted.

And as Stiles zoned out, trapped in his own thoughts, the two figures lurched forward as Isaac simultaneously pounced.

"MOVE!"