Chapter 9:

Isaac paced his small apartment trying to get rid of some of the restlessness he felt surging through him. It was a feeling he had been experiencing a lot in the last few weeks. An urge to move, to go home. He had been trying to ignore it. Because as much as he missed his friends, his pack, he wasn't sure he was ready to go back. He wasn't sure he would ever be ready.

How could he face Scott after everything that had happened. Allison's death, him running off without telling anyone, and his secret. It was something that only Allison has known and with her gone, he had no plans of sharing it with anyone else.

If he went home and had to see Scott, he wasn't sure he wouldn't just blurt it out. His Alpha and friend made him relax and feel safe. Plus the idiot was always ready to listen and give advice. Scott's heart was his biggest flaw, he cared, sometimes too much. His need to try and save or protect others always seemed to lead him and the rest of the pack into trouble. Not that the pack held any ill will towards their Alpha. They all had been rescued or helped by him themselves, including him.

Isaac sighed, he missed Scott.

He thought back to when he left, he had been to much of a mess to tell his Alpha to his face he was leaving. Instead he sent a text. And then promptly ignored every text Scott, Stiles, and Lydia had sent him.

He couldn't have stayed. Not after watching Allison die in Scott's arms. Knowing they had failed. He had felt devastated and angry, so when he heard Argent was leaving, he joined him. Not that he asked Argent if it was okay. He just showed up the morning Argent was leaving, threw his bag in the back of Argent's car and got in.

He had seen the surprised look on the hunters face, but the man didn't say a word. Just finished loading up his stuff and slammed the trunk closed. It was only in the few seconds it took for the hunter to walk from the back of the car to the front that Isaac started to worry about what the man would say, would he tell Isaac to get out? Go home?

The hunter hadn't said anything. Just looked over at him, a sad understanding look in his eyes and drove off.

They drove to New York, hardly saying a word to each other. Once in New York Argent spent a few days meet up with people all over the city. Isaac hadn't paid much attention to the converstatins going on, but he did watch everyone. He hadn't been able to protect Allison he wasn't about to let something happen to her father. It seemed the hunter understood because doing every meeting he kept his back to Isaac and never let anyone else move out of Isaac's sight or hearing range. Something about it helped him feel better. He was still angry and heartbroken but he didn't feel as lost as he had.

He also found a little amusement in the meetings with other hunters. None of them seemed to realize they had a wolf in their midst. It was satisfying knowing that not all hunters were as observant and capable as Argent. He could tell from the way Argent looked at him during those meetings, a slight amused look in his eyes, that he hadn't missed how Isaac felt. The only time the hunter had lost that look was when another hunter was bragging about his capabilities and perallous. Isaac had snorted. The whole room had stopped and looked at him, he had been ready to tell him they were all idiots when he saw Argent's glare and head shake. Instead he had lowered his head, and let the room go back to ignoring him.

After that, he somehow had paperwork saying Chris was his guardian and a new passport. So maybe he was a little grateful he hadn't pissed them off. After that they had flown to France.

And that is where Isaac had stayed. Chris too, for a while.

But about 6 months back, Scott had called, asking for help. Chris had all but begged him to come with. The older man said he was worried about Isaac and that maybe going back to his pack would be good for him. They had fought, he tried lying saying he wasn't really the pack type and that he liked being a lone wolf. Chris had given him that same sad look he had the day they drove off, and called him on his bullshit.

Before the hunter had left he had hugged him and told him he was welcome to follow him back anytime. Isaac had nodded, but he knew he wasn't go back.

But then this restless feeling had started. Some strange pull at his wolf to go back to their pack. Now he wasn't sure he could stay away, no matter his fears. He growled and punched the closest wall.

"What the hell do I do?" He muttered dropping head against the same wall.