Isaac was quaking. Here he was in France, he had thought that he had had things under control when he told Chris he could head back to Beacon Hills and help out if he so wanted to do so. Now, it had only been a week since Chris left and Isaac knew that something was wrong, very wrong. Someone had been watching him everywhere he went. Isaac had just picked up some groceries from a local market and was carrying them back home to the little chateau that he had been living in with Chris beforehand. As he got to the little gate of the secluded home, the curly haired teen looked around. “Who’s there?” The Omega called out cautiously.