𝟏𝟓 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬
Riley Winters and Stiles Stilinski had been living happily ever since they departed Beacon Hills to create a life together. Everything is going amazing for them until they...
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Paris was meant to be an escape for Isaac Lahey. Chris Argent had helped him make the move, setting him up with a place to stay and some funds. Over time he picked up odd jobs here and there so that he wouldn't end up out on the streets.
It all felt like a farce, though. He felt like he was always fighting internally the urge to return home. The beta missed his friends but going home meant facing everything he'd left behind.
He had left Beacon Hills fifteen years ago after the death of Allison Argent. So much had happened within that year that started with Derek Hale giving him the bite.
He had tried to win back his ex-girlfriend but she had moved on, so he had to too. Once he got past his own pain and saw how happy she was, Isaac knew he had to let her go. That was when things started to change with Allison.
Just as they were growing closer, she was ripped away from him, just like every other good thing in his life. So, he knew that Paris was the best place for him - he wouldn't put others at risk of getting too close to him and falling victim to the darkness that poluted his home town.
So, instead, Isaac Lahey did his best to move on with his life. Currently, he was working as a bartender. It wasn't great but it paid the bills.
Putting his empty coffee mug in the sink in the small kitchen, Isaac gathered his things so that he could leave for work. He had a nine hour late-night shift ahead of him that he wasn't looking forward to.
Putting on his coat he grabbed his keys and went over to the door. He had barely opened it an inch when someone kicked it in from the outside.
Isaac tumbled backwards, landing on his back. "What the fuck?" he growled as he sat up.
Someone entered his apartment wearing a heavy coat that covered his face. Isaac tried to see who it was but he had already turned the lights off and their face was shrouded by the hood.
"When is a door not a door?" the stranger asked.
Isaac scoffed, looking from his own door to the stranger, "Dude, you just broke mine down."
The man reached into his pocket, grabbing something out as he explained himself, "It's a riddle. When is a door not a door?"
"Sounds more like a joke to me. Seriosuly, man, get out of my apartment." When Isaac didn't answer his riddle, the man tossed the object he'd taken from his pocket at the werewolf. Isaac caught it with ease, turning it in his fingers.
The streetlights through the windows came in just enough that he was able to see what it was. A silver bullet with the Argent crest pressed into it.
"Who are you?" Isaac asked, confused. As far as he knew, the only Argent left was Chris.
