ALLISON'S POV:

There was a loud boom and the ground shook under out feet. Our eyes met. "What the hell was that?"

He helped me up. "I don't know, but I don't think we're alone on this island."

Out of nowhere Isaac falls to the ground with his shoulder in his hand wincing. I fell to his side, my hands assessing the wound. "Are you okay?" I asked even though I knew he'd heal impossibly fast.

There was fear in his greenish blue eyes as he looked at me. "Behind you." He pushed me behind him, wrapping his protective arm around me.

A group of dirty, savage people surrounded us within seconds. They held up makeshift spears and shouted at us. We couldn't understand what they were saying. One of the older woman emerged forward with an actual rifle in hand. She eyed us then held the gun up at us. Her hair appeared to be dirty blonde under the mud. "Who are you?" She had a British accent. "Who brought you here?"

Isaac held up one of his hands in surrender while still holding on to me. "We crashed on a plane on our way to London. We don't know how long we've been here. Can you help us find the rest of our people?"

"What's going on?" A tall and surprisingly attractive man asked the woman with the gun. He, too, had a British accent. They argued back and forth in what sounded like the same language the others used. He turned back to us. "Get up." He demanded.

Isaac and I helped each other up, clinging to each other. "What's going on?" I asked as the natives pushed us forward. "Where are you taking us?"

"Don't ask questions. Not yet." The woman produced a rope that tied our hands together and tugged us along.

If Isaac wanted to he could cut us free, but we wouldn't get very far and we had no way off this island. I was starting to feel nostalgic for Lost. "We're going to be fine." He whispered.

"How's your shoulder?"

"It'd be better with this bullet out."

I looked around for any clues about where we were, but all I could find was woods and nothing else. "Could you at least tell us where we are?"

No one answered us and it stayed that way until we got to their village, which consisted off more members and leaf and bamboo housing. Isaac and I shared a look as they threw us into what appeared to be a holding cell. A burling black guy stood guard outside of our holding cell with a gun in hand.

My hands went to Isaac's shoulder, trying to get the bullet out. He bit back a cry. "I'm sorry, I don't have anything sharp. You might have to take it out yourself." My hand grabbed onto his and brought his hand to his shoulder.

He looked scared. I would be too if I had to take my own bullet out. He took a deep breath and dug his fingers into his wound. It was then that we both noticed that black blood was being produced. Seconds later his blackened claws held up a bullet, then threw it in the corner. "What the hell was that made of?"

I made for the bullet and surveyed it. It was gold with some ash still on the inside. "Mountain ash."

Isaac met my eyes. "That means they know about me? How do they know about me?" He pulled me closer to him. "Allison," He whispered. "Why do they have guns? What are they doing here?"

Neither of us had the answers. All I knew was that Isaac was in trouble unless they had a remedy. "I'm going to ask them for another bullet, that's how you'll be cured." I rose and Isaac tried to pull me back, but I kicked his shoulder. He groaned and clutched his arm in his bloodied hand. "Hey!" I yelled. "Does anyone know about a doctor? My friends' going to die if he doesn't get help!"

The bulking black guy that guarded our holding cell appeared in front of me menacingly. He spoke angrily in their native tongue, whatever it was. When I didn't listen he cut my ropes and yanked me into the open. Naturally, I fought back. He tried to restrain me, but I was already fighting back. Soon another person got in on the licks and I was being held up by my throat. That's when I heard Isaac's roar.

Everyone was distracted by him, which gave me the opportunity to free myself by kicking this other guy where it counts. He dropped me and I landed on my feet just as others fought to restrain Isaac. How was he able to turn with the Mountain Ash in his system? His golden lit eyes met mine, he was panting and sweating.

"What is going on here?" The British guy from earlier asked. He locked eyes with me. "Who let them out?"

I marched in front of him. "He's going to die if he doesn't get help. You know how to help him, don't you? You know what he is. Please, just help him!"

His brow arched. "What's your name?"

What harm could it do in telling him? He wouldn't know if I was lying or not anyway. "Allison Argent."

He didn't show any signs of recognition, but nodded at the two guards holding Isaac. They broke his arms causing him to growl out in pain. That wouldn't heal until after he was cured, which might be taking a while.

I pushed them out of the way. My hands went to his face, which was still in wolf form. "What the hell is wrong with you?" I pointedly looked at the British guy. "We haven't done anything wrong. Why are you trying to kill him?"

He walked over to us with this intrigued gleam in his gray eyes. "The more important question is why aren't you trying to kill him, Argent?"

"Wha-How did you know about us?"

"They knew because of me." A familiar voice sounded before coming into view.

A gasp left my dry lips. "Jackson?"