Derek gives a short shrug, brushing aside the apology. What’s done is done. The timing could have been better, no doubt about that, but it really doesn’t matter now. The news has already been given. Isaac is gone; the one potential werewolf he would actually feel comfortable trusting has left. Sure, Scott’s still around and he’d help out if necessary but given their history? Derek’s not entirely certain on trusting him. And Jackson is a lost cause for assistance plain and simple.

“You are,” but it’s not the same thing. There was a certain bond between the two of them, a link between former-alpha and bitten beta. Stiles might be a friend and Derek might view him as part of the pack these days, but they don’t have that connection between the two of them. They never will. The werewolf folds his arms before letting out a sigh, “Anything else you need to tell me?”