I realize months have probably not passed since season 3b and the start of season 4. But, for the sake of the story and for the characters to actually have a solid break, I made it at least a few months since the oni and nogitsune were stopped and the arrival of Kate Argent.

Prologue:

"I'm leaving, Isaac." the fork touched the plate with a quiet ding. The dining room was dimly lit. And out the window, the Eiffel Tower could be seen in the far distance. A man sat at the other end of the table with sad blue eyes. His hairs graying from age and the stresses of his hard and broken life.

"To where?" a young man, who appeared no older than seventeen, inquired. His eyebrows scrunched and he sighed, running a careful hand through untamed blondish dark curls. He already knew the answer. "Back to Beacon Hills."

The older man nodded. For months, they had never mentioned the atrocities that happened in the small town of California. They left as soon as the long-winded battle with the Nogitsune ended and the surviving members of the broken pack were deemed fine. Well, as fine as they would ever be after the tragic death of a beloved pack member and daughter. The young werewolf and werewolf hunter packed their bags and made their way to Paris, residing in a safe house to grieve for those that Beacon Hills had stolen from them. And for months, Beacon Hills had not been a topic of conversation, instead both attempting to start life fresh.

"Something is happening,"Chris Argent replied. "A new dark force is moving in and fast."

"Tell me something that isn't new," Isaac grumbled, eyes flashing gold. Though he loved the people that had become his pack in that small town, the amount of tragedy that occurred on a daily basis was too much for not only the young werewolf, but for any sane person, supernatural, human, or otherwise. That town had stolen his whole family from him as well as the young huntress he fell in love with. That town held too many bad memories to ever be considered a good place. A safe place.

He felt, since coming to France, that he was finally able to put his life in order. To find who he was and what he stood for. To be an individual. Something he couldn't do with Scott and Stiles, or even Derek. Not because they were holding him back, but because the town was in constant danger and there was never time to really take into account his own needs and aspirations. The town had been holding him back. It was exhausting, a life that could really wear a person thin. But he would have never had his opportunity to learn about himself, if it wasn't for Derek's offer. He could have still been under his father's thumb, he teen straightened his back, taking a bite of his roast chicken, and swallowed. "So," he continued. "How did you find out about Beacon Hills current mishap?"

"Hunters." was the simple reply. Chris took a sip of his wine and added. "As well as a very alarming email from a should be dead sister."

Isaac raised a brow. "Having hunters keep tabs on us now?"

"They follow the code," Chris responded. "Scott and his pack have done nothing wrong that would give them the execution sentence. Besides, the Nemeton is a bigger threat at the moment."

"And they're willing to let a werewolf pack slip by?" Isaac asked, concern tinting his voice.

"As long as they are protecting that town and are not the one's causing the harm," he answered. "They are old friends of mine and I trust them to make the right decision and not allow hunter prejudices to get in the way. Being that Scott and his pack would still be considered children in the laws of the code, keeps them relatively safe as well."

"That's good, I guess," Isaac mumbled. "But, this email? Your sister Kate, right?"

"You've heard of her?"

"Oh, yeah," Isaac affirmed. "Scott and Stiles went into great detail about her..." He paused, leaning forward. "And that Peter slashed her throat open. Which if I'm not mistaken, should kill someone." Isaac leaned back, nibbling on a carrot. " Now my question is, why isn't she dead?"

"I don't know." Chris responded, he glanced out the window at the now falling sun, and the city that grew darker below. "But there are legends that say that the scratch of a werewolf can turn a human, if the scratch went deep enough."

"And considering Peter was going for the kill shot-"

"The scratch would definitely be deep enough," Chris finished. "That's why I need to go back."

"You can't allow Scott and everyone to deal with this sociopath on their own,"Isaac agreed, finishing off with, "No offense." Chris waved his hand in a none taken fashion. Silence filled the room once more. Both were quiet men, who didn't need to fill a room with needless chatter. They were happy and comfortable most times in the silence. But, both could feel each others thoughts clicking into place, anticipating the next question.

Isaac had found a father-figure in Chris and had learned over the months to trust him completely. Which, if Isaac was honest, was something hard to do, thanks to years of abuse from his father, a man he should have trusted no matter what. But, Chris made it easy to trust him. He had protected him from hunters who had come into town to give condolences for Chris's lost. They were renegades and hunted for the thrill and adrenaline rush. They enjoyed listening to the tortured screams of their supernatural victims. Chris had wanted nothing to do with them. And when they had taken interest in Isaac's sudden appearance, Chris threatened them. Making sure, they would never set foot anywhere near their sanctuary again. After that, Isaac felt it difficult not to trust Chris, understanding that the older Argent had put his life in danger to protect his werewolf hide.

And as time passed, Chris had began training him. Teaching him different hunter moves in hand to hand combat, building traps, and weapon usage. And in honor of Allison, Isaac had asked to learn archery. Though he found it easier to wield ring-daggers, ironically. A werewolf trained as a hunter, he chuckled to himself, sure that would piss off quite a few hunters. But, Chris taught him these skills so that he would be better equipped in protecting himself, in case he did face another group of hunters who did not honor the code, which he was sure he would, or even a supernatural threat much stronger than werewolves. There were many of those. He liked the training though. It made him feel stronger and took his mind off of a certain deceased huntress. The training gave him an edge, especially combined with his werewolf abilities.

Chris cleared his throat. "I was wondering if you would go back with me. I could use your help."

Isaac lowered his head guiltily, biting his lip. "I can't." He just couldn't. He couldn't face the people he left. He couldn't see her grave. Not again. He couldn't be reminded of everyone he lost. It was too soon. He knew he was being a coward, but he couldn't handle the thought of returning to a place that had stolen everything from him.

"I understand." Chris replied. Isaac felt his stomach turn a guilty sour and he gulped heavily. Chris was willing to go back and he had lost as much, if not more, than he did.

"I'm sorry," Isaac mumbled meekly.

"Don't be," Chris stated, getting up. "Like I said, I understand. I don't want to go back either. But it is my sister out there, causing havoc and fear and that makes it my responsibility to deal with it." They picked up their dishes and made their way to the tiny kitchen, quickly washing and drying them. Isaac still hanging his head guiltily. Chris placed a reassuring hand on the teen's shoulder and squeezed tenderly. "How about a quick sparring match and some archery practice before bed?"Chris proposed, trying to ease the teen's guilt.

Isaac smiled weakly and nodded his head. They made there way down to the training arena that Chris had put together.

That night, after the sparring matches and a shower, Isaac fell into his bed, curling up into the blankets. He could hear Chris fumbling about outside the door. Straightening the living room quickly, before grabbing a couple of beers from the fridge and making way to his room. He heard the door close, as the older man pulled out a book, most likely a family album, and carefully turned the pages. Chris, everyday for the last few months, had ritually pulled out those albums,while downing a couple of beers before bed. It was clockwork now and Isaac knew exactly when the older man's mourning would start and end for the Chris said, he compartmentalized his emotions, deciding the times to grieve and not to grieve. Sometimes he slipped, but Isaac could never blame him for that since he continuously grieved himself.

He always felt grief in the back of his mind, even when he was feeling happy. It was a feeling that would probably never leave him and as much as Chris wanted to say he was handling the losses fine, that he was a hunter and dealt with this type of loss on a continual basis, Isaac couldn't help but notice those words and that answer was nothing but a facade to protect the old hunter from the pain he truly felt. He was handling it just as well as Isaac was, which wasn't handling it well at all. But, considering both were still functioning, living their lives on a day to day basis and found comfort in each others company, they were handling it better than most would. They haven't completely shut down yet and they still found a purpose to live and keep fighting.

Isaac turned to his side, staring out the open window, at the crescent moon that resided above the city. He sighed. He couldn't go back and he didn't even want Chris to go back. But Chris was a grown man and could make his own decisions. And he did have a responsibility being the brother of Kate. But, Isaac didn't feel like he would be much help in Beacon Hills. He never was really. He always felt like the tag along to Stiles and Scott's dynamic duo and he couldn't be that again. Yes, Scott was his friend and Stiles...sort of, but his place wasn't in Beacon Hills, no matter how much Scott and Melissa tried convincing him it was. There was so much out there in the world, so many people who needed help. So many who have suffered at the hands of supernatural monsters. And wolf packs who needed guidance. There were monsters out there that terrorized towns and many hunters overlooked those monsters, instead dealing with other supernatural creatures who were in no way threatening the lives of innocents, based on past ancestral prejudices.

Isaac had always loved comic books. He had a huge collection of them. And one of the reasons he adored these graphic novels, especially Marvel, was because it was about broken people, who became heroes. Who protected the weak, when no one else would. He always dreamed of being one of those heroes. To swoop into a broken town and put wrongs to rights. He did that for a bit in Beacon Hills...

He shot up out of bed, scratching the back of his head as a new idea formed. He had the developing skill sets of a hunter and the power of a werewolf. If he couldn't bring himself back to Beacon Hills, there were plenty of other places that needed help. He didn't have to be useless or cowardly. He could train and while Chris was gone, look for those who needed help, who needed a hero. He could go around the world, learning the different cultures and their skills. He could start creating his own journal, a bestiary, find the monsters that no one else had witnessed before. He could make Chris proud, Scott, and everyone in Beacon Hills. Allison. He leaned against the headboard. The girl who gave her life to save his and everyone elses. This is how he could repay her. Protect those who cannot protect themselves. He had made up his mind. Beacon Hills already had heroes living there, but there were many other places that needed a hero as well. He may not be the toughest, nor an intellect like Lydia. But he was determined and a quick learner. And once he made a decision, he kept to that decision. And right now he found this to be a pretty good decision. Plus, he wouldn't get rusty from lack of training.

He made a plan. He would travel around the world, searching for the unexplained. Looking for those calls for help. He couldn't stay in Paris alone. It didn't feel right without Chris there. One day, he may return to Beacon Hills, when the topic was no longer as painful, but for now he had a mission. And he was ready to embark on it. He just needed to make sure Chris knew of his plans first.

The next morning, Isaac made his way to the kitchen. Chris was already flipping pancakes. He poured two glasses of orange juice, one for him and one for the hunter.

"Good Morning," Chris greeted. Isaac smiled and nodded, before noticing Chris wasn't facing him.

"Morning," he replied. Chris handed him a plate of pancakes, before sitting across from him with his own stack. Both drizzled syrup on top, before digging in greedily. Isaac took a few scarfing bites, eyes glancing over to Chris, who was reading a newspaper. Two duffel bags sat next to the door. Most likely both filled with weapons, considering Chris normally didn't pack clothes. He had stuff back at Beacon Hills. The hunter met the werewolf's eyes.

"I'm leaving in a few hours," Chris replied. "I was thinking about leaving last night. But I wanted to make sure you had breakfast and were set for however long I'll be gone." Isaac nodded. He looked down at his pancakes.

"Chris," the young werewolf began. "There was something I was meaning to talk to you about." The hunter looked up.

"Yes?" the older man encouraged. Isaac gnawed on his lip and sighed. He might as well get it over with.

"I decided to leave," he stated. He felt his throat grow thick with sadness. A third home he would be losing. It was different thinking about traveling, but when you actually state it, that decision becomes more real.

"To Beacon Hills," Chris inquired. Isaac shook his head.

"No," was his response. "To actually leave. You've been wonderful to me, took me in and taught me skills that no other werewolf would have. But-"

He glanced at the man who had been his guardian for months now, the man who had become a father to him, and he felt his eyes moistened. He watched as Chris's face hardened as the older man attempted to fight back emotions. "I need to find my own way," he continued. "I want to help people. I want to go around the world and protect people who are terrified by the monsters in the night. I feel like I am capable of doing that." He glanced at Chris, waiting for an answer.

"You understand what you are proposing is dangerous," Chris answered. "That I won't be there to protect you from rogue hunters and monsters-"

"I understand that," Isaac responded. "And I considered all the possibilities. All the ways I could get hurt. But, I also keep thinking about all the innocents who would need my help. I am not ready to go back to Beacon Hills, but I can still go out there and protect people." Isaac paused, Glancing at Chris intently, with a smirk. "Besides, for months, I've been trained by the best."

Chris chuckled. "Well, if you are sure this is what you want to do than I can't stop you. But, I do expect weekly updates of where you are at. So, that I know you're actually still alive out there."

"So little faith," Isaac joked, with a smirk. Chris pointed his fork at him.

"I mean it," he responded. "It's a big world out there. And the idea may seem good in theory, but you'll be completely on your own, vulnerable." Chris sighed, rubbing his eyes. "If you're ever in danger, call me. I'll be there as fast as I can. If I can't get there quick enough, there are men, hunters, that I know personally and can trust to help you. Do you understand?"

Isaac nodded. "Yes, sir."

"I care about you and I don't even want to think about the possibility of you disappearing and never knowing what happened to you," Chris murmured. "It scares me and I can't lose anymore people. Promise me, you'll be wise in your decisions. That you won't act rash."

"I promise."

Chris shook his head and chuckled dryly. "I know you will. After all, you were trained by the best." He pulled out his wallet and handed him a bank card. "Use this, pull out money before you leave. Just to get a head start." Isaac took the card and nodded. He wasn't going to deny a gift when it was towards his best interest. They both stood up and Chris drew him into a hug. Holding him close, Isaac relaxed in the hunters grip. "Please be safe, son," Chris again requested. Isaac's breath caught in his throat and he swallowed, bobbing his head against the hunter's grip. Chris released him from the hug, holding him at arms length. He stared into his eyes with a watery smirk. "I'm proud of you," he finished. It took all of Isaac's efforts not to break down. He was losing his third family, though Chris had promised to always be there, similar to Melissa and Scott. But, he was still leaving, losing the comforts of home at his own decision. He wondered if this was a good idea, but erased that thought immediately from his mind.

He helped Chris with the dishes, before wishing the hunter farewell, once again hugging him, with Chris telling him to take anything that he would need. After his departure, Isaac packed his own bag. He opened the front door, looked into the apartment that had been home for months and sighed. He closed the door, locking away this chapter of his life and heading towards the next. One, he knew, that was going to be full of adventures.

How did you like it? Please let me know through reviews, favorites, and follows. I will try to continue it and the next chapter will probably skip ahead into the future. I just have to think of different mysteries that need to be solved and Adventures that need to be had. Also, I plan to have the appearance of some other cannon characters, who no longer live in Beacon Hills.