#incomparablelydia

Isaac wasn't exactly a fan of what had happened in France. He'd enjoyed his time with Chris and Allison there but the hunts they'd experienced together... They'd changed him. He knew this was a difference that would clearly set him apart when he returned to California and he dreaded it.

Rolling into Beacon Hills early in the morning the trio unloaded the car and threw themselves into their long awaited beds. Their flight had been awful for Isaac and his eyes had flared more than once when the plane shook. Allison's comforting touch and low whines had been one of the few things to keep him from shifting into his were-form fully.

He was different now and it was like learning to control himself all over again. He was an alpha now, red eyes and all.

It had happened in France, of course. The place he and the Argents had gone to get away from all the violence in Beacon Hills. They’d been on a hunt, the trial of a blood thirsty alpha and her pack of wildling wolves. It should have been like any other hunt but when the Alpha bit Allison, her scream triggered something in Isaac. He wasn’t aware of his fatal actions until after the incident was over and he was covered in the alpha wolf’s blood.

No one blamed him but things had changed.