Isaac was a lonely child growing up. He had always lived with fear, never knowing when his father would snap and attack him. He had always walked with his head lowered, eyes burning holes in the ground. Despite being on the lacrosse team, no one but the members knew his name. Even then, it was only that Stilinski kid that even bothered to say 'hi' to him. Sure, the brunette was a bit put-off by the Lahey's withdrawn attitude but he didn't seem to let that deter him. He seemed determined to get the boy to say more than five syllables to him. So far, he was quite unsuccessful.

Then, Isaac got the bite.

Isaac gained more confidence in himself. He stood straighter, actually looked people in the eyes, and held full-length conversations with people. But, with the bite also came enhanced strength and senses. With all the power, coupled with his newfound confidence, Isaac turned rude, almost to the point of being overly shallow.

Then, the death of Isaac's father came and the question of who's custody he went in. His mother was also dead, had long since been, and Isaac didn't even know any of his relatives. That all changed, however, when he came into the sheriff's office with news of an nineteen year-old cousin he didn't know about. Derek, of course, wasn't happy but was generous enough to let the young Lahey meet his newfound family member before deciding if he could take custody of the boy. He still had to find a place for them to stay, anyway.

"I have a... Cousin?" Isaac blinked, eyes darting from the Sheriff, Stiles, and then to Derek, who was leaning against the door frame with his arms crossed. "I didn't know dad had any siblings..."

"He's from your mother's side," John said gently, letting the information sink in. "He's nineteen and is about to enter college from what he has told me. He is willing to move to Beacon Hills so you won't be separated from your friends."

"When..." The young werewolf cleared his throat, "When'll he be here?"

"He should be here in two hours," The sheriff answered.

"Great!" Stiles clapped his hands, smirking slightly when the werewolves flinched, "That means we can get everyone coffee and stuff before he gets here. Hey," He turned to his father. "You wouldn't happen to know what kind of coffee he likes, do you?"

"Um, no," John shook his head. "I would let you call but he's probably driving and it's a bit weird, anyway."

"Great!" Stiles snatched the phone before the man could even blink and was already dialing the number on the sticky note he found on his father's desk labeled 'Isaac Lahey's cousin'. "Hi!... This is Stiles Stilinski... Yes, I'm the sheriff's son... It's nice to meet you-ish too!... We thought, since you won't be here for an hour or two, we'd get coffee and we were wondering what kind you like... Oh, that's awesome... Okay, well, have a safe drive... M'kay, bye." He hung up, raising an eyebrow at the other occupants of the room when they stared at him, "He likes anything with a lot of sugar."

"What did he sound like?" Isaac asked the young Stilinski, eyebrows knitting together.

Stiles put on a thinking face, hand on his chin, "...Smooth." He gave a firm nod, "Yeah, smooth. Like, he had a nice voice; not too deep, not too high. Smooth."

"But was he nice is what he's asking," John sighed and Stiles gave an affirmative.

"Yeah, he seems pretty chill over the phone," The Stilinski grinned before making his way towards the door and nudging the brooding alpha out of the way. He shot the Hale a cheeky grin before calling out behind him, "Let's go! Coffee's not going to get itself. Hey, Derek, you buying?"

"Pay for yourself."

"So mean."

Stiles, Derek, and Isaac sat at the small cafe near the sheriff's office, casually sipping coffee. Well, as casual as you could be with two freaking werewolves next to you. Isaac's cousin's coffee was sitting next to him; still hot and pumped full of sugar. It had been about forty minutes since the call and there was only so much conversation to have with a used-to-be shy boy and an antisocial alpha.

Finally, the sound of a car pulling up could be heard and it must of been new since the two werewolves looked up outside. It was a dark blue Lamborghini and you could hear rock music playing loudly inside. The car was shut off and the passenger slowly opened and a raven-haired guy came out.

He was about 6' with wind-swept black hair and tan skin. He had a small smirk playing under his sunglasses that hid his eyes from view. He wore a white tank top with a dark leather jacket and ripped black skinny jeans. His boots crunched lightly on the rocky ground as he made his way over to the cafe's entrance and Stiles noticed that he seemed to be listening to his iPod.

The Stilinski felt that he knew the guy from somewhere; something about his smirk prodding at a memory of some kind. He kept his eyes on him and watched as he looked around. Wait... He stood up, taking a deep breath. Well, if he was wrong then that'll be embarrassing, "Hey, over here!" When the guy turned to look at him, he elaborated, "It's Stiles."

The guy seemed to visibly brightened, easily making his way through the small line of customers who seemed to part for him like the red sea. Stiles even vaguely heard some girls (and guys) whispering excitedly, "Oh, my God, it's him!"

"Hi," The guy grinned at them, sunglasses still perched on his face, "Stiles, Isaac, and Derek, right?" He looked at each of them when he said their names and they nodded. "Awesome." He looked at Isaac, "Hi, my name's Percy Jackson. I'm sorry for the short notice about all of this. This is all news to me, too," He laughed and shrugged in a what-can-you-do manner. He finally took of his sunglasses and they were met with the brightest green eyes possibly in existence.