I wasn't too worried about Scott and the others. They always found a way, but the fact that Alisson was gone made me realize something. One mess up could end with someone dying. Any one of us could die. I hadn't heard any news about Jackson, but I assumed he was safe.

I thought leaving would be a good idea. Beacon Hills was becoming more chaotic. Erica had died. Boyd had died. And now, Alisson had died.

I continued packing. I didn't want to see anyone die anymore. I was going to a small town in Oregan. At least there, I would know if something dangerous was going to happen or not.

"Isaac."

I didn't need to turn around to see that it was Bree. "If you're going to ask what I'm doing, I'm leaving."

"I wasn't going to ask that. I was going to ask why." Bree stepped behind me.

I sighed and turned to her. "I'm tired of seeing people die. I don't want to see anyone die anymore."

Bree paused. "What about protecting them?"

"I don't think we can protect everyone," I said quietly.

Bree stared at me. "I think we can. We just... have to be really careful."

"And we have been. That's why Alisson died."

Bree locked her gaze with mine. "Well, what about protecting the ones we care about. Aren't they worth fighting for?"

I stared into her eyes for a moment. She was absolutely right, but at the same time, staying here wasn't the correct answer. "Come with me."

Bree paused. "What?"

"We can go away from all the dangers of the supernatural. We can go somewhere quiet where we can enjoy our lives. Where we can be teenagers."

Bree shook her head slowly. "I can't do that."

"Why not?"

"Because knowing I'm a werewolf, knowing I can save someone's life, is the reason I stay here."

I paused. "Bree, I care about you."

"Then stay here and fight with me," she said firmly.

I took a deep breath. I leaned forward and kissed her, cupping her face.

She pulled back. "Is this your answer to my question?" 

I nodded. "I'll stay," I whispered. 

She smiled. "Good. And no running away from a fight." 

I smiled. "We'll protect those we can." I kissed her again and began to unpack.

"Oh. And you should get milk. We're out and I want cereal in the morning."