After Quinn and Isaac had finally taken the step to officially be together, they quickly realized that things didn't magically fall back into place. Life in Beacon Hills wasn't going to simply return to the way it had been before, and that was something they both had to come to terms with.

The weight of the past few months had taken its toll on everyone in their pack, and it seemed like every time they thought they had a chance to breathe, something else would happen to remind them that their lives would never be the same.

The pack had already been through so much together, from the constant battles with supernatural creatures to the emotional turmoil of losing friends and family. But nothing had prepared them for the nightmare they were forced to endure when the Nogitsune—an ancient and powerful demon—took over Stiles. The events that followed were a blur of confusion, chaos, and pain, but the one thing that would forever haunt them all was the loss of two people who had meant so much to them.

Allison Argent, the brave and compassionate hunter who had always stood by their side, was gone. Aiden Steiner, the fierce and loyal member of the pack who had found a way into all their hearts, was gone too. Their deaths, though they had been a result of a tragic series of events, were devastating. Everyone in the pack, especially Isaac and Quinn, couldn't help but blame themselves. They had been part of the final battle that had brought down the Nogitsune but at such a high cost. And with that, the anger and guilt that lingered after the fight consumed them both. Every decision, every misstep they had made in the fight against the demon, felt like a betrayal of their friends who had paid the ultimate price.

The air around them felt heavy, and the grief seemed to seep into every corner of their lives. After the battle ended, Quinn and Isaac knew they needed to get away. They couldn't bear being in Beacon Hills any longer, not with all the memories of loss and the weight of guilt hanging over them like an unshakable cloud. It was as though the town itself had become a suffocating reminder of everything they had lost, and they longed for escape.

"I hate it here," Quinn muttered, her voice barely a whisper as she sat slumped in the lone armchair in her bedroom. She had been sitting there for hours, staring out the window but seeing nothing. The feeling of being trapped was overwhelming, and she couldn't escape the memories. Isaac, who was lying on her bed, turned his head to look at her. His expression mirrored the same frustration and sadness she felt.

Quinn's words hit him harder than he expected, but he didn't say anything right away. He simply watched her, his mind racing with the same thoughts that had been haunting him ever since the battle. He knew they both needed a break, a chance to get away from everything.

Isaac sighed, his body shifting as he turned toward her. He waved a hand, gesturing for her to join him on the bed. "Come here," he said quietly, his voice soft yet filled with a sense of urgency, as if he needed her close, needed the comfort of her presence. Quinn hesitated for a moment, feeling the physical ache in her body from sitting still for too long, but eventually, she stood up and moved toward the bed, collapsing beside him.

As she sat next to him, Isaac gently took her hand in his and held it, both of them facing each other. The bed was an odd comfort—something so mundane yet grounding in a world that had become anything but. Isaac's thumb traced circles on her skin as he spoke again, his voice low, but full of conviction. "Then let's ditch this town, Quinn. Let's leave. Let's go somewhere else."

Quinn stared at him for a long moment, her eyes searching his face as if trying to read his mind. She was silent for a few minutes, and Isaac waited patiently, knowing how much this decision weighed on both of them. Finally, she spoke, her voice cautious but curious. "Wouldn't it just feel like we're running away?"

Isaac didn't flinch at the question. Instead, he responded with an honesty that surprised her. "From what? Exactly?" His eyes were steady as he looked at her, a question lingering in his gaze.

"From the pack, Isaac," Quinn said softly, her voice almost breaking. "Just like us, they're hurting. They feel the same pain we do. They've lost people too."

"I know they do," Isaac replied, his voice heavy with understanding. "But let's be honest, Quinn. Beacon Hills has never really been for us. From the very beginning, we've been fighting against it, fighting against everything that this town represents. I don't see leaving as running away. I see it as us finally breaking free, finally taking the control back that our past has held over us for so long."

Quinn's eyes softened as she listened, her heart aching with a truth she had been unwilling to face. "Beacon Hills has only been kind to us in rare moments," she admitted after a pause. "And I am grateful for those moments, for everything that the pack has done for me. But Isaac, how are we supposed to make it out there? How are we going to survive on our own? We can barely manage right now."

Isaac squeezed her hand reassuringly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "We'll be fine, Quinny. We can do it. As long as I have you by my side, we can face whatever comes our way. We've already been through hell and back, and we're still standing."

Quinn let out a soft chuckle at his words, and for the first time in what felt like forever, Isaac heard the sound of her laughter. It was a sound he had missed so much—one that reminded him of the girl he had fallen for in the first place. It was a sound of life, of hope, and he held onto it like a lifeline.

"You're such a sap, Isaac Lahey," Quinn teased, poking him lightly in the cheek.

Isaac rolled his eyes at her playful jab but smiled. He knew her teasing was just a mask for the fear and uncertainty that she was feeling. But it was a good sign, a sign that she was starting to open up again, starting to believe in the possibility of a future that didn't revolve around the pain of their past.

"So, do you want to leave?" Isaac asked again, his voice now serious, his eyes full of hope.

Quinn arched an eyebrow, a small challenge flickering in her gaze. "And where are we supposed to go?" she asked.

Isaac smiled mischievously. "I don't know, maybe London?"

"London?" Quinn's voice cracked slightly as she repeated the word. The suggestion caught her off guard, but there was a warmth in Isaac's smile that made her heart flutter.

It was a promise they had made long ago before all the darkness and chaos had taken over their lives. A memory that had been tucked away in their hearts, one that neither of them had forgotten, even as the world around them had changed.

"I want to live in London, Izzy," Quinn had said once, when they were both younger, lying on the grass beside a flowing river. The two of them had spent hours scavenging the area for treasures, the world feeling so simple and carefree back then.

She had turned to him then, her eyes bright with hope and curiosity. "London? Why London?" Isaac had asked, genuinely curious.

"Because my parents met there," Quinn had explained, sitting up as she looked at him. "At least, that's what their journals said. They said it was the place where they found themselves. Maybe we could do the same."

Isaac had sat up, grinning at her and extending his pinky. "Okay," he had said with a wink. "I promise that one day, we'll both go to London."

Quinn had grinned back, connecting her pinky with his, sealing the promise between them.

"I can't believe you remember that," Quinn said now, sitting up beside him, her eyes wide with surprise and affection. "Of all the promises we made, I honestly almost forgot that one."

Isaac sat up and looked at her, his gaze intense and sincere. "I remember every single one of them, Quinn. Not a single promise has I forgotten." His voice softened, and he leaned forward, pressing a gentle kiss to her lips. "Not even one."

Quinn's heart swelled with emotion at his words, and she pulled away just enough to look at him with wide, teary eyes. "God, I love you so much, Isaac Lahey," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

Isaac smiled, pulling her back toward him as he lay down again, pulling her with him. "I love you more, Quinn Marino," he murmured, the weight of their shared history and the promise of their future together hanging between them, a promise that they would hold onto no matter where life took them next.