By the time Chris finds out that Isaac has been taken by the alpha pack, the boy has been their prisoner for over twenty-four hours. "I'm going to get him back," he tells Derek Hale, the one who ends up telling him after he practically drills the information about him. He doesn't even care if this means that he's giving away his concern and desire for the boy. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that his boy gets back safe.
The little blonde beta, Erica, looks at the two of them and shakes her head. She takes two long strides up to Chris and gets right into his face. She's surprisingly a lot braver than the last time he saw her. Chris wonders sometimes if breaking an enemy down far enough makes that enemy stronger. "Why do you care so much about Isaac, Argent?" she asks, glaring at him with a dangerous expression.
"That's not important," Chris tells the girl.
"Actually, it is important," she says. "Isaac is in trouble and we don't trust you. Derek, you hear his heart speed up at the very mention of Isaac, right? There's lust there, arousal, desire…panic…" She speaks slowly, as if she is trying to turn her very vague animalistic senses into some kind of mind reading.
Derek steps between Chris and his beta. "I sense it," he says darkly. "Is it just sex with him? I knew he smelled like…like your family."
Chris debates this for a moment. The thing between he and Isaac is just supposed to be sex. It's not even supposed to be really, but when Isaac looks at him with those hurt, imploring eyes and then calls him "daddy," it breaks his heart. The kid has been through hell and he deserves something safe and secure. Chris, himself, is so lonely and broken inside. He misses Victoria and misses the security of knowing he was doing good. They need each other.
"No," he tells Derek. "It's not just that."
The werewolf seems to take his word and at that, they start to make plans. They talk of infiltration and recovery and Chris lends every bit of expertise he ever had to a group of werewolves. It doesn't seem like they're on such different sides anymore as they unite in the pursuit of getting Isaac back and bringing him home.
It doesn't take long for Chris to locate the den of the alpha pack. He's been doing this for a long time and finding a group of werewolves, even a skilled group, is easy. It's taking care of them once they've been located that's incredibly hard. As he begins to make a plan of action, he notices the werewolves staring at him. "I know that you don't trust me," he says. "You have no reason to, but I care about the boy. I'm bringing him back in one piece and you'd do well to try and trust. I've been hunting werewolves for my entire life."
"Always the greatest comfort," Derek says softly. "Just tell me what you have."
When Isaac wakes up he is bound to a stony wall by the wrists. His ankles are chained together too. "Don't bother trying to break the bonds," a feminine drawl says, bringing him out of his daze. "They're made of a special, fortified alloy designed for keeping werewolves."
"He's pretty," the woman says, as she examines him. "I think that Hale will definitely come for this one. He was a great choice of bait."
"As if," Isaac says, as his senses slowly start coming back to him. "Derek isn't exactly my number one fan. You guys aren't very smart if you didn't consider that."
She hits him. It is a sudden strike that whips his head back. "Oh sweetie, you think we're so unaware," she says. "We've watched you. You held loyalty to him when there was absolutely no need to. You always come back. You're like a puppy."
"Everyone loves a puppy," a man's voice chimes in.
"A gay puppy," says another man. "He smells like human male."
"Derek Hale will come," the woman says, ignoring the comments. Isaac leans his head back against the stone wall behind him, wishing that Chris would be the one to come. He needs Chris more than he needs anything else.
Pretty soon his captors bore of him and a female tells a male to move him. They move him into a small section of the room. It's too small, too secluded and Isaac's stomach starts to hurt. He keeps alert and his breathing races. He's closed up inside what looks like a makeshift cell and his heart lurched. No, they need to let him out. He needs to get out now.
He takes a deep breath to try and steady his mind and body. He inhales and exhales. He inhales and exhales. He has to keep breathing.
One of the alpha wolves notices that Isaac is uncomfortable being restrained. "What did I tell you about Hale turning a bunch of weak kids?" he asks, looking at Isaac like he has just proved a massive point for him. Isaac glowers and tries to keep his heart from beating too fast. He is pretty sure that a werewolf body can handle a mild panic attack, but still it feels like his heart is going to explode right out of his chest.
"Broken kids make bad werewolves…" one agrees.
It is hours before anything else happens. Isaac knows he is being guarded but it is probably only by one of them. He finds himself drifting off, thinking about Chris as he closes his eyes. He falls asleep and finds himself in a dream.
He dreams that the alpha pack is surrounding Chris, not him. They have all turned into werewolves and are circling, waiting for the kill. As skilled as Chris is, he is completely unarmed in Isaac's dream world. It is very obvious that the alpha pack is going to kill the hunter violently. Isaac feels his transformation taking place, feels his body changing and then he goes for them. He lunges at them all, tearing them to shreds for even daring to touch the best thing that's ever belonged to him and him alone. They re not going to take Chris from him.
"Good boy," Chris says.
Then Isaac finds himself awake. He finds him waking up to the sounds of howling and gunshots.