Isaac had been pacing in the Argent's living room back and forth for hours, tapping his phone on his lips in thought. He paused and scrolled for Nash' number, deliberating if he should make the first move. Again, he paced coming to indecision. Nash hadn't texted or called him since the night of the rave. It's been almost a week. Of course he hadn't tried reaching her either, not wanting to seem needy or clingy.

Finally, he set his phone on the kitchen counter resting his hands on the edge. He hung his head in defeat. It frustrated him that he was in a position yet again, not knowing how exactly he should act. He didn't even understand what that night meant to them, what she is to him and more importantly what he is to her. But he missed her. That at the least he knew for sure.

His phone vibrated, he jumped in surprise, scrambling to answer it when he saw who was calling. Isaac raked his curly hair, clearing his throat.

"Nash! Nash" Isaac tried to sound cooler the second time, "W—what's up?"

There was heavy and pained panting on the other line. It alerted Isaac, he gripped the counter in uneasiness.

"Isaac…" Nash finally said, her voice weak

"What's wrong? What happened? Where are you?"

"Isaac…"

"Tell me where you are"

Another pause from her, only her struggled breathing could be heard. Isaac frantically called out her name hoping for a response. He heard leaves crackle as if she was slowly moving around.

"Howl so I can find you"

"I can't" she almost said in a whisper, "They'll… find me"

That was enough for him to break into a sprint, out of his apartment, not bothering to get a coat. He desperately tried to track her presence but couldn't find it. He continued running and was finally close to the edge of the woods, he could finally feel her. But that's not all; Isaac could hear voices and trackers. Ones that Chris showed them when they tried capturing Cora and Boyd.

"Nash, where are you?" Isaac carefully made his way around the woods

"No!" she feebly protested, "You shouldn't look for me…"

"Please, Nash" he pleaded, "Just tell me where you are"

"Run" he could hear Nash' voice choke, "You'll get hurt"

"I don't care" Isaac could feel her presence getting stronger and her scent is strong

The sound of motors and voices were getting further but he was still cautious approaching Nash' location. A few steps away, he could see her fully; bloodied and battered, her clothes torn and dirtied. The sight of her made his knees want to give in but he willed himself to move towards her.

She was slumped against the trunk, the smell of her blood thick in the air. He ran towards her, catching her as she fell. Isaac ran his fingers on her face, moving the stray strands from her features. His eyes stung, tears welling up.

"Isaac" Nash whispered, reaching to wipe away the tears from his face

Wincing in pain, her eyes burned crimson. Isaac shushed her, putting down her hand and holding it tight trying to take away her pain.

"You'll be okay" Isaac forced a smile, trying to believe his own words, "I promise"

Nash closed her eyes, nodding her head shakily. With one swift move, Isaac had her on his arms and he was running through the woods.

"Nash" he called to her feeling that she was losing consciousness, "Stay with me, okay?"

"I'm here…" Nash assured him, smiling faintly

He made a beeline towards her loft, grateful that it was in the middle of the night. Isaac kicked down the door and headed towards her room. He gently set her down her bed, sitting down beside her.

"Why aren't you healing?" Isaac helped her shed her jacket off

"Wolfs bane bullets" Nash coughed out some blood, groaning

It worried him, if he doesn't get it out soon he knows she'll die. Panic was overtaking him. He felt her hand on his, giving a light squeeze, calming him without saying a word.

"Take it out…" she propped herself up, tearing her jeans open with one hand

"What do I have to do?" he eyed the bullet hole on her thigh

She guided the hand she was holding towards her leg. "You have to cut me open"

Isaac shuddered at the thought. But he obliged and revealed his claws; shakily he ran a deep line on her thigh and pulled the bullet out. He did that for the rest of her wounds. He cringed at the sound of her suppressed screams.

"Last one" she exhaustedly exhaled, trying to pull up her tank top

"W—what are you doing?" Isaac averted his gaze when he saw her bare flesh

There was a pained groan escaping her mouth and he quickly turned to her, helping her out of her clothes. Isaac saw the bullet wound just under her ribcage.

"You can do it" Nash encouraged him as she fought to stay awake

With utmost care, he made an incision and fished for the bullet inside her. She squirmed in agony, eyes burning red and fangs bare. As he pulled out the slug, a triumphant look was written on his face. But he was met with violent coughing from the girl beside him, blood seeping in between the fingers of the hand that covered her mouth.

"What's wrong?" Isaac moved closer to her

Nash looked frightened, completely in the dark of what's happening to her. Isaac frenziedly recalled the remedies Deaton and Derek use when they're in situations like this. But his mind went blank when she lost consciousness, falling limp on his arms.

"Nash" he continuously called out her name, shaking her violently, "Stay with me, please"

Isaac took out his phone and called the person he trusted the most, Scott. Isaac prayed that Scott would pick up his phone, even if he didn't deserve it since he'd been screening the latter's messages the past months.

"Isaac!" relief coursed through him when he heard his Alpha's voice

"I need your help" Isaac couldn't work in formalities

"What happened?" it was typical Scott and his hero syndrome, "What can I do?"

Sighing, Isaac sank down at the chair at the corner of Nash' room. He'd spent half an hour being guided by Deaton who was luckily with Scott, on how to remedy the poison coursing through Nash' body. It was surprising but good she had mystical herbs in her pantry.

The bullet had another poison laced on it other than wolfs bane. It was a relief that hunters mark their weapons with Celtic symbols. Otherwise, he'd have no clue what the hell the other poison was.

"She'll be okay," Scott said positively

"I hope you're right" Isaac mumbled, massaging the bridge of his nose idly noting the pop arts hanging on the wall of her room

"Hey Isaac…" Scott seemed to be hesitant, "How have you been doing?"

Isaac pondered for a moment the right answer to the question. He knew his Alpha was concerned, especially since he'd been dodging any contact with people from Beacon Hills.

"Okay, I guess" Isaac watched the rise and fall of Nash' chest, "Been busy chasing around omegas"

"That's good! That's good" Scott said a little too enthusiastically, "When are you coming home?"

That he didn't really know the answer to. Did he even have a home to come back to? What's left for him to pick up? He stayed silent, listening to the birds chirping on the other line.

"How's Mrs. McCall?" Isaac asked ignoring the hanging query

Melissa meant a lot to him. She took him in without hesitation, treated him as her own. She became the mother he'd almost forgotten, the one he longed for so long.

"She's okay. Mom misses you" Scott paused, "We all do, man"

Isaac scoffed. How could they all do? Stiles and him never saw eye to eye. On separate occasions he tried killing both Lydia and Kira. Derek pushed him away one too many times. Cora is in god knows where. Peter is a power hungry lunatic, besides he never really liked him. Deaton made him uncomfortable with the entire mysterious spirit guide thing going on. And Chris is probably busy handling the Kate situation.

"I have to go" Isaac had his thumb hovering over the end button, "Thanks for helping me"

"Anytime" he could hear Scott's disappointment, "Come back home, Isaac"

With that he put down the phone, forcefully shoving it back inside his pocket. As quietly as he could, he walked over to the bed looming over her. The pain in her breathing seemed to have eased and her wounds healing.

"I can't believe she's such a girl," Isaac laughed to himself looking around the huge walk-in closet he stumbled in to

He planned on getting a washcloth and basin to clean Nash with in the bathroom. Instead he finds himself inside a room, with rows and rows of presumably designer clothes and shoes. Isaac recalled a certain strawberry-blonde who would love to befriend someone with similar expensive taste.

Finally, he found the equally huge bathroom adjacent to her walk-in closet. He hunted for a basin and filled it with warm water, and grabbed a shirt folded on top of the drawers on his way out. From the doorway, Isaac watched Nash. She'd been out for hours and it's making him anxious.

Gently wiping away the dried blood and dirt from her caramel skin, he took his time cleaning her up; memorizing every inch of her body. He found himself just a breath away from her as he helped her in the fresh shirt.

Isaac's eyes caught the light glint from the platinum-gold necklace she always wore. He picked it up and traced the crescent shape with his finger. It had some kind of stone engraved in it. Her sudden unsettling caused him to drop the pendant back on her chest.

Quickly he searched her facade for any sign of pain or discomfort. There was none. His eyes lingered on her pink plump lips and all he could think of is sealing it with his own. It surprised him to realize how close his face was with hers.

Clearing his throat, he made distance between them and was about to get up when her hand lightly gripped his wrist. He sat back down and tried to move as little as possible.

"Don't leave me," Nash said in a whisper as if still in a dream

Once again, Isaac mused around Nash' room. It was clean and quite bare except for the pop art hanging on the walls, some bookcases, vanity desk, nightstand, a couple of high-end gadget and console, and a lounge chair.

He noticed on the wall beside the door are Polaroids hanging from twines. It seemed like a collection of photos of a girl. At first he thought it was Nash with long hair because most of the shots were from behind but when he looked better at them, it was clearly someone else.

The girl on the photo had a striking resemblance with Nash, a cousin or her sister maybe. But she never talked about anyone from her family, who could she be?

Author's Note: Your comments and suggestions are very much appreciated! It would really help me improve my writing.