Authors Note: Hi, this is my first Fanfic ever. I realized no one writes about Cole and Isabel so I thought, why not? I love to be reviewed, because I can always improve:) From, Steph.

Disclaimer: I do not own rights to the characters Isabel Culpeper or Cole St. Clair. The rights of 'The Wolves of Mercy Falls' belongs to the brilliant writer Maggie Stiefvater and Scholastic.

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Back to California

Cole's Point of View.

I guess I should have known she would run, I thought as I stared out the windshield. I waited two whole months before making the plan to run after her. I had no idea where she was but he was determined with all my heart to find her. My phone rang loudly in the silent wolf-scented car, and I was startled by the noise. Finally, I sighed and pulled over to the shoulder.

"Isabel." I said smiling as I flipped open the phone.

"Da." I spoke charmingly into the phone. But no one said anything, and he couldn't hear breathing on the other side.

"Isabel, are you there?" I asked holding the phone more closely to his ear.

"Yes, I'm here." She answered unpleasantly.

"Well…. Why did you call?" I said trying to sound as sour to her as she was a minute ago.

"I called… I called to….. I called to tell you that Grace gave me a heads up, so turn your never-fully-clothed butt back to Mercy Falls." She said with her flawless attitude. I had already decided a while ago that if she told me to go home, I would just keep driving till I found her.

"Nope. It's too late." I closed my phone immediately after that sentence. And if I knew Isabel right, she wouldn't call back. I chucked the phone into the passenger seat, and cranked up the radio along with the heat.

"Cole St. Clair, the lead singer of Narkotika, has allegedly been spotted in numerous states including Maryland, Florida, Texas, and Virginia. No one has any real proof of his current location, but I just hope the dude's alright and rockin' out wherever he is." The radio announcer spoke, and I knew his voice too. It was Mike Wright, and he was the greatest radio host there ever was going to be, and I knew he missed me just as much as I missed him.

The phone rang again, and I growled a little bit at the phone before picking it up. The speed dial showed Sam's name, and I swore silently because I knew it wasn't Sam.

"Da, Grace." I said.

"Don't go after Isabel." I began to get more frustrated.

"Geezus Rice! Not you too. Look, I am going to find Isabel. I need to see her. Where is she staying?" I exclaimed, and gave Grace a minute to think. I wanted Isabel, but I wouldn't dare say anything. Although, I did tell her after I kissed her, but that wasn't me saying it. I was just hinting.

"Cole. Why do you need to see her so bad?" Grace questioned.

Shit. Of course she asked me that.

"I need to ask her a really important question and only she knows the answer." I decided to put in my Bluetooth and keep driving. The sign saying 'Welcome to California' had passed an hour ago, and I was quickly approaching Susanville.

"And you couldn't ask her over the phone?" Grace said. I was going to hang up on another lady tonight and this one does call back.

"Nope." I said popping the 'p'. This time I hit the 'end call' so the phone would turn off completely. I'm going to find my Isabel.

I made it to Los Angeles in nine hours, and without any stops. Turning on my phone, I stepped out of the car and pumped gas in my car. I have fourteen missed phone calls and two text messages from Grace. One was containing Isabel's hotel address, so it looks like I am on the road again.

I stepped out of the truck in front of the Hilton, and straighten my clothes. Walking into the front lobby, I noticed the red and cream stripped walls, and the flat screen television in the center showing the deals in the city. I stood at the front desk, waiting for a man with a crummy mustache to stop talking on the phone.

"Yes, how may I help you today sir?" The man said rubbing his mustache.

"I would like to have the room number of Isabel Culpeper please. " And thought to add "She is expecting me," in quickly. The man smiled from behind the desk.

"I must call her to double check. What is your name?" I decided not to tell him my real name just in case she really doesn't want to see me.

"My name is Grace. Please don't make fun of me, my mother wanted a girl." I said acting sorrow; the man dialed the phone with his slender fingers.

"Hello, Mrs. Culpeper? Yes. This is the front desk. There is a Grace here to see you. Can I –." I heard the squeal over the phone and guessed she was over excited about the visit.

"Go on up." Said the concierge, "she is in suite 234." I nodded at the man appreciating his kindness and took the stairs.

234. 234. I repeated in my head. 23- Ah, found it. I knocked on the door and noticed it was open.

"Come on in!" I heard Isabel yell from the kitchen, so I tiptoed quietly into the room and saw her at the counter cutting fruit. Her jagged hair had grown out and was now highlighted from the sun. Her skin glowed warmly around her white sundress. She was wearing makeup, which if I recall correctly, she has only worn it several times around me. I watch her cut the fruit, and smile as I watch her do the same.

She is happy. Maybe this was a mistake. I thought but it was too late, she already saw me.

Isabel's Point of View

There he was. In my kitchen, and I didn't panic like I thought I would.

"What the hell are you doing here?" I asked him harshly. He looked at me and shrugged. Of course he didn't have an answer, he never has. I thought.

"I was in the neighborhood." He said charmingly.

"Bullshit." I said.

"No. Really. I was grocery shopping, and when I finished I thought to ask you if you wanted to go to the mall and buy new matching thongs." He said sarcastically.

"Leave, Cole." I commanded him. He smiled and stepped towards me slowly. He put his hand on mine and I released the knife in my hand. He took one of his arms and pulled me closer. I could soon feel his breath on my ear.

"No." he whispered. I shivered, and I knew he felt me do it because he smirked. Goosebumps rose on my skin at his touch. I looked him in the eye as my heart continued to pound faster. I felt his lips tracing my neck and his fingers touching my jaw.

I think I went to hell, because God would never let Cole in or me for that matter. I put my hands up and tied them around his neck. Pulling his face from my neck, I kiss him for the first time on the lips. In reaction to this he lifts my legs up around his hips, but keeps his hands rubbing my back.

I hear a creak in the floor and look up to see Grace smiling at us. Cole's face turns deep red as he sees Sam and Grace at the door.

"Hi, are we interrupting something?" She asked nicely, giving me a look.

"No. No, I was just about to go to the bathroom." Cole says as he walks off. I smile at his comment, and let him stalk off.

"Sorry, we were trying to warn you that he was coming. We took a plane. Mind if we stay?" She asked.

"No. Cole and I don't mind." I smiled for once and hopped off the counter. Grace walked over to me, and my smile faded as hers grew.

"What?" I asked her finally annoyed with her happiness. But she just walked to the couch and ignoring my question. I looked to Sam's yellow eyes, they smelled like wolf. He cleared his throat, and at last said.

"So you and Cole, eh?"

Whew! Done! Review please!