A/N: So new chapter. Yay. Don't own Teen Wolf. Yadda yadda.

Chapter Eleven: I'm Not French. I'm American. Right?

Isaac's P.O.V.

"Are you sure she's not going to kill me?"

I'm sure Artie's going to strangle Nicola. She's been asking him the same questions since the two hours mark hit. But I can understand her nerves. I'd probably be asking a million and one questions too. What if they decide on a whim to kill her? Like I said, I'm not burying anymore bodies. Not again.

"Nicola, I'm positive," Artie told her. "Sera only punishes if there's a reason to punish. You haven't done anything wrong. You're going to be fine."

Nicola was going to respond but we all heard a car stop in the driveway. I could hear her heart start to race. We stood near the door, waiting like a bunch of weirdos.

"Should we go ahead and open the door?"

Artie grunted but did the deed. Car doors opened and closed. Artie stiffened his posture. His whole demeanor changed from carefree to absolutely professional. Made Nicola and I tighten up too. Had to be serious if he was doing it.

"Mikael. Sera. Pleasure to see you again,"

A huge, burly man stepped through the door and gave Artie a curt nod. But then Sera came in and…holy crap.

"Seriously Williams? Lighten up! Nobody's going to lose their head today,"

Wait. This is Sera? 'Sera' stepped beside Big Burly and wasn't at all what I expected. She was pretty young (not old), very breezy (not uptight), was wearing a crop top and capris (not a suit), and had a huge grin on her face. She literally looked like a light-hearted college student. So why the hell was Artie acting like she was this old, stuffy person? Does the cover not match the book?

"I can't relax whenever you're around," Artie stated, a monotone tingeing his voice. "But it is good to see you Sera."

She scoffed. Seriously. My whole vision is ruined. But it's not necessarily a bad thing. She was hot.

"I do wish we were seeing each other on friendly terms though," she responded. "So which one am I dealing with?"

"The girl," he told her, pointing in Nicola's direction.

Nicola stepped closer to me. I grasped her hand in a reassuring squeeze.

"Her name's Nicola. She's English."

"English?" she repeated, in a shocked manner. "Then how the hell is she my problem? Throw her back to her people. Williams, you know better."

"I would if I could," he threw back. "She was bitten here. In your territory."

Never have I seen a more annoyed, completely done, and fed up look before in my life.

"I swear,"

She ran a hand through her hair.

"Whoever turned this girl is going to pay,"

There was a shift in the air. And I did not like it. Sera stared at Nicola. She moved away from Burly and Artie, casually strolling towards Nicola and I.

"So you're Nicola,"

A nod. Sera squinted at her. Then scrutinized me. Her gaze was intense.

"And you're Isaac Lahey. The reason Williams isn't by my side,"

I remained silent. How do you even respond to a statement like that? I don't know this woman from a stranger. She might seem easy-going but might rip my heart out of my chest if I say the wrong thing. Hell. She might do it anyways if I'm quiet. She let an incredulous noise.

"Why does everyone have a stick up their ass today? Will everybody lighten the hell up? Geez,"

The older (slightly) woman, held Nicola's unoccupied hand.

"Let's chat," she told her. "Maybe something you say will help us figure out who turned you."

Nicola gave off heavy hesitation.

"Don't worry. Nothing bad is going to happen to you," Sera comforted. "It's just a talk. That's all."

I let her hand go.

"Artie and I are right out here if you need anything," I told Nicola.

She had an unsure look on her face but finally she let herself be led away by Sera. They decided to have their conversation in my room. Great.

"So this is where you've been holed up,"

Artie chuckled and patted Burly on the back. His attitude shifted again, back to his usual self.

"Ah. You know Mikael. Had to pay that favor to Chris Argent. Plus the boy isn't so bad,"

Mikael looked at me, a unconcerned curiosity expression on his face.

"Really? He seems like a bore,"

Scoff. Excuse me. I'm a bore? I'm a bore? I'm not the one who looks like an oversized freaking wooden board. I'm not the one who seems like his idea of fun is watching freaking paint dry. Tsk. Dick.

"Isaac,"

Artie had an amused look on his face.

"Rearrange that face. You look like a lemon,"

Tsk. Screw you. I'll keep my face however I want it. And I don't like your friend. Grabbing my phone off the couch, I crashed in Artie's room and went to call up Sabine. My girlfriend. Sigh. That's a nice thing to say. I've never really had the chance to say it ever but this feels right. But deep down, like way deep down, I feel this pang of guilt. It really hasn't been that long since Allison. Only a couple of months. Maybe I'm going too fast with Sabine. Maybe I'm not. Sigh. This sucks. And the one person I could possibly talk to about the whole thing, is causing me extreme emotional concerns. Man I wish this stuff came with a manual or something.

"So I had a very interesting conversation with Nicola,"

Sera was currently perched on the edge of the bed, gazing up with razor sharp brown eyes. Completely different from Sabine's and Nicola's. Sabine's were warm and kind hearted. Nicola's a confident streak, but Sera's looked like she was keeping a secret. Her eyes were the only thing that gave away the cracks in her bubbly attitude.

"Really? Is there anything I'm allowed to know about?"

"Just that she speaks highly of you," she replied, flippantly. "But now I'm curious about you."

Uh oh. That's never a good sign. It's nice when you can stay under the radar. Guess that's not going to happen now.

"So why are you here Isaac?" she asked me. "America just not working for you anymore? Or is this just an extended trip?"

I bit my lip. Did I even know how long I was planning to stay?

"I think this is just an extended trip,"

Sera hummed as she played with a piece of her hair.

"Well I know for a fact that you've been here for a few months and you've been keeping a very low profile. I'm impressed. Werewolves usually try to make a scene. You seem to be the exact opposite."

I shrugged.

"Well when you've led the life I had, subtly is something that is a necessity,"

Paralyzed by Jackson. Tried to be killed by Gerard and Jackson. Kidnapped by the Alpha pack. Tried to be killed by said Alpha pack. Almost killed by the Darach/Jennifer. Attacked by Allison. Poisoned with Wolfsbane. Other various shit I didn't need. Honestly. I'm shocked I'm still alive.

"If you had a pack you wouldn't have to be so subtle anymore,"

Is she trying to suggest I join her pack? Was she insane? I'm not in the business of being in a pack right now. I'm not even sure if I'm still in Scott's anymore. Is there like a distance limit on packs?

"I already have a pack," I told her. "But thanks for the offer."

A move to stand up was thwarted by Sera's hand gripping my bicep.

"I don't think you understand," she said. "See. That wasn't a suggestion."

Sigh. Damn it.

"You're in my territory Isaac," she continued on. "It's of the utmost importance that you have someone to rely on here. Your Alpha's all the way in California. A Scott McCall I believe?"

My eyes shot up to hers. How'd she know that? Before I could ask, she rubbed my back and let me go.

"He's not here Isaac," she stated, standing up. "It'd be a shame if there wasn't anyone to protect you."

When she walked out of the room, I let out a huge breath and fell backwards. My heart was running a marathon. Did she just threaten me? Because I am not dealing with this crap. France was supposed to be a fresh start. Now it's turning into a fucking European Beacon Hills. I'm trying to move on and I will move on.

Chapter End.

So I think I'm going to go on a break for a while. This story is getting very little feedback and it's burning me out, so it's getting put on permanent hiatus. Maybe I'll come back to it but for now this is the last chapter. Sorry.