Isaac was frantic. He tried to remain calm, assessing the
situation even as Chris was yelling but, it seemed to be
impossible. They had been in France for a few months
and despite all of Isaac’s pleading, Chris wouldn’t return
back to Beacon Hills. Isaac would always have a place
in the pack but, Chris needed protection, just as much as
he needed a sense of belonging.
Rushing over to Chris after warding off the omega for good,
his hands grasped the arm the hunter was asking about and
he shook his head back and forth at least twice.
“No – no. He didn’t. He didn’t break the skin.
It wasn’t like Chris to ever be frantic
over anything, even as his wife died
in his arms he kept himself calm and
composed. Even as he watched his
daughter die in the arms of her first
love, he just froze. He wasn’t an erratic
person. Until now.
He looked up at Isaac and then at his arm
and pushed himself up. He was hurt severely
on his leg too and it hurt to put pressure on
it. He gripped Isaac’s shoulder with his good
arm and swallowed thickly.
“We need to get home.”
Was he finally agreeing to go home to Beacon
Hills or just home in France? He didn’t know
but he would soon find out.