Isaac's eyes narrowed a little further at that and he stepped closer, reaching out to grab at Stiles' shirt. The claws folded back into his hands a little, so he didn't quite tear it or scratch at him, but it was a close call, and as he brought the other boy close, his face twisted into a sneer.

"You know why violence is my first choice? Because it's much more effective than running my mouth. If I hit you hard enough, I never have to resort to plan B."

Another step, and they were almost nose to nose, the wolf skirting around Stiles' legs, making sure its presence was still there, still known. Isaac's jaw was tight, and maybe Stiles did hit a little close to home, but he would never admit to something as stupid as that.

"You don't know anything about me, Stilinski. Go home."

And with that he simply... let go. Shoved Stiles backward, narrowly avoiding his own shadow creature.