I never thought I would have the chance to say that I would find myself in the middle of a sketchy run-down town in Mexico. I also never thought I would have the chance to say that my brother is a teenage werewolf who is a True Alpha, or that I am an Admonere, or that the biggest asshole at my school ended up being a  bipedal lizard who killed people before he became a werewolf, or that an evil Japanese spirit would try to possess not only me but also my boyfriend— okay, the past couple years have been kind of crazy. 

That being said, this definitely takes the cake. 

Stiles and I were standing in the middle of this town, having children and deranged chickens running around us as the sun nearly baked us to a crisp. I was too pale for this intensity and because of Stiles rushing me I didn’t have time to put on sunscreen. 

My eyes were taking in the scene before us nervously. This plan could very much get us all killed, and I had enjoyed our two month break without facing death every two seconds.  

Stiles let out a sigh and clasped his hands together, “Well, this doesn’t seem so bad.”  

“It’s not the town, it’s the plan.” I stated. 

On our way through the town, I had been extremely verbal about how I didn’t think this was going to work out. It sounded good on paper, or for a television show, but whenever we try to pull something like this off— it backfires. Majorly. 

“What’s wrong with the plan?” he asked me as he shot me a look. He was slightly defensive because he had come up with the majority of it. 

His plans do have a better success rate than Scott’s, I’ll give him that, but the last time he used one of his plans, it ended up with him letting the Nogitsune possess him so it didn’t take a hold of me. 

And in case you forgot, that had a not-so-great end result.  

“Stiles.” I dead-panned as I turned to face him, “This could be the stupidest plan we’ve ever come up with. You’re aware of that right?” 

Lydia decided to approach us then, she had been walking around the square to entertain herself, and to help her not overthink about how sketchy and faulty this plan could end up being. She smirked and cocked her head to the side after hearing my remark, “I think we’re all aware that this plan is not our best.” 

Stiles shot her a look, “Hey, would you two please have some faith? We can do this.” 

“We are going to die.” she stated without hesitance. I snorted as we began walking to the building where the Calavera’s were located. Scott, Malia, and Kira were all inside already— waiting for Stiles, Lydia and myself to do all of the talking. 

I didn’t want to believe that we were going to die, but we are meddling with a Mexican supernatural hunting family business. If they’re anything like the Argents, then we will be in some serious trouble.

“Are you saying that as a Banshee, or are you just being pessimistic?” Stiles asked seriously. 

I hadn’t even considering that she could be having a Banshee feeling right about now. I was in the clear though, no headache or anything, which meant that she was too. 

“I’m saying it as a person who doesn’t want to die.” Lydia responded with a smirk. 

I clapped my hands together to ease the tension, “Okay, let’s not talk about death, unless you do start having a Banshee feeling, yeah?”

Lydia smiled as she gave me the most sarcastic look I’ve ever received, “This plan is stupid and we’re going to die.” 

“Oh, thank you.” Stiles retorted, giving her just as much sarcasm as she was giving us. 

I let out a sigh, “Next time, I’m going with Scott.” 

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Night had fallen, and if I thought the village had been sketchy before, it was now the epitome of sketchy. It was the definition of sketchy. If there could be a picture of sketchy in the dictionary, it would be of this town.

The building that the three of us were standing outside of was making me uncomfortable. So uncomfortable in fact, that I had a tight grip on Stiles’ wrist, and I did not plan on letting go. Ever. Well, at least until I knew that we were out of the red zone. 

A security camera up in the corner of the two buildings made a buzzing noise and the lens turned to the side as it zoomed in on the three of us. 

Lydia, being the genius that she is, started firing off some sort of spanish sentence to the guy at the door. I caught fiesta and that was it, so I assumed she was asking about the “party” on the inside. I wasn’t all too thrilled at the idea of going to a Mexican banger. I hate parties, they always end terribly for us.

One of the guys shook his head from side to side, denying us entry. Well, onto plan B. Stiles sighed and pulled a card out of his pocket and held it up so the camera could get a clear image. Please work. 

The automatic lock on the door clicked and Stiles’ eyes widened before he sent me a small smirk. If I wasn’t afraid that the guys would strangle us, I would have made a comment about his  arrogant asshole quirks and how they sometimes make me want to kiss the hell out of him, but I was afraid so I didn’t. 

As the door opened all the way, Stiles readjusted his hold on me and grabbed my hand. Lydia swallowed thickly before she took the first step. I followed behind her and pulled Stiles along with me, as soon as we were in the hallway, the door slammed shut. 

The three of us jumped in unison and our heads whipped around to see if the people had followed us, luckily they didn’t. We exchanged a look before Stiles let out a sigh and we continued our advance down the hallway. 

I noticed that the lights on the wall were rattling, and to be honest— I had no idea why it made me so nervous. When music is loud and the bass is up, the walls will shake and shit will go down. Maybe it’s just the nervous energy from the plan. 

The door at the end of the hallway was extremely detailed. The points on the door weren’t sharp, but if someone had been shoved against them— it would leave a serious bruise. I took a deep breath before I pushed it open, and I let out a sigh of relief to see an actual party.

Every single person in this room had their bodies pressed against one another. Most of the boys were shirtless and most of the girls were barely clothed. Scott, Kira and Malia were in here somewhere. When Stiles saw the large group of people, he tugged me closer to his body and kept himself between the crowd and me. 

There were laser lights flashing around the room, and a DJ was on the second level of the room. My eyes were darting around, trying to find our friends so we knew where they were. I couldn’t find them. Lydia grabbed my other hand and nodded her head in the direction of the bar. 

I let her lead the way, and she didn’t waste any time getting us away from the mass of people either. Even though we didn’t have the best history with clubs, I had to say that the music choice  was rather catchy and I kind-of want to go out and dance. It would be nice to be a normal teenager for a change.

Once we got to the bar, the bartender, who obviously wasn’t aware of our ages, slid three shot glasses full of some type of clear liquor in our direction. My eyebrows shot up in amusement and if I wasn’t so sketched out by his mustache, I may have actually thrown the shot back.

Stiles glanced between Lydia and I awkwardly before he started to fumble around in his pocket for his wallet. He was actually going to pay for our drinks, such a gentleman he is.

A hand gripped onto my shoulder and I jumped in place, nearly knocking the shot glass over, “No. On the house.” a man with a thick spanish accent said, I awkwardly turned my head to see that his other hand was on Stiles’ shoulder. 

“Most American teenagers don’t come across the border to refuse a drink.” he continued as his fingers dug into the skin on my shoulder. I winced slightly. 

Lydia pursed her lips as her left hand fell to her bag, “We didn’t come to drink.” she stated before lifting her hand to the rim of the shot glass and dropping a copper bullet into the liquid. One of the bullets that we had found in Derek’s loft a few days ago. 

I knew that the silence from the man was his way of saying that he was going to take us to where we wanted to go. 

▴▵▴ 

“Severo hates this music. Me? I’ve always loved the music of youth. This kind especially. It has a savage energy.” Araya explained as she shredded a dingy piece of cloth with a very sharp knife. If she was trying to show us that she was dangerous, she had succeeded. 

I swallowed nervously as my eyes flitted around the dimly lit room. The man from the bar had led Stiles, Lydia and myself up to the office of Araya, who was the leader of the Calavera Hunting group. We figured she would know where to find Derek, and with a little persuasion she would hopefully tell us.

Lydia, whom was sitting to me left, was not in the mood for any more small talk, “We’re here for Derek Hale.” 

“Is that so?” Araya inquired, her eyes lifting from the cloth to stare Lydia down. Stiles was squirming uncomfortably in the seat to my right, and I was about to join him. I hope Lydia can keep a straight face for this part of the negotiation. Once the money was on the table, I’d be okay, but first we have to actually get to putting the money on the table.

Lydia nodded, “We know that you have him.” 

Okay, this was my cue. I took a moment to collect myself before raising an eyebrow and straightening my shoulders, “We’ve heard that you can be bought.” 

Stiles smirked as he pulled stacks of cash out of his jacket, slapping them on the tabletop, directly in front of Araya. After his fingertips grazed the last stack he patted them each and leaned back in his chair, “That’s 50,000 for Derek.” 

“Now,  where does a teenage boy get money like this?” she inquired, sitting the cloth and knife down on the table. 

We remained silent as she cocked an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corners of her mouth. Okay, this was not going according to plan. This was a terrible idea. We’re going to die. All three of us are going to be shot in the face and left for dead in Mexico. Oh my God.

“Japanese mafia?” she added, as she said this the surrounding people of her group in the room all clicked the safeties of their guns off. My eyes widened and I glanced around, we were extremely outnumbered. 

Araya leaned forward on her desk and smiled, “Not smart to come alone.”

“What makes you think we came alone?” Stiles asked, he sounded in complete control and it was extremely attractive. Now was a bad time for my hormones to rear their heads but I couldn’t help it. Very rarely does Stiles sound like that. 

We didn’t arrive alone. We had a True Alpha, werecoyote, and thunder Kitsune with us. I had complete confidence that they could protect us, the problem was— they were downstairs and we were pretty much locked in this office. 

“You brought a wolf into my home?” Araya asked in disgust as she shot up form her chair. The legs screeched across the floor and her eyes were wide. 

I smirked, “We brought an Alpha.”

Araya began to pace around the back of her desk, “My friends…” she sighed, clutching her hands behind her back, “I don’t think you’re aware of your poor timing. Do you know what the dark moon is?”

The dark moon? 

If this is another damn riddle I swear to God.

“The part of the lunar phase where the moon is least visible in the sky.” Lydia responded. Oh, well at least someone here knows what it means. I wish had her her intelligence. I just don’t have the attention span to actually retain everything in that pretty little head of hers.

Araya was looking out the window when she asked, “But do you know it’s meaning?”

“What, like a metaphor?” I interrupted dumbly. Stiles placed a hand on my knee and gave me a look telling me to keep my questioning to a bare minimum when there are four armed killers in the room. 

Lydia sighed, “Some people say it’s a time of reflection. Or grief.”

“Grief and lose, mija.” Araya said quickly. She turned around and walked behind her unnecessarily large chair and wrapped her fingers around the back of it, “I wonder why when you and your friends have suffered so much loss, you would risk it again for someone like Derek Hale.”

Stiles clenched his jaw, “Because we don’t like to lose.”

A radio on her desk began to relay the voice of one of her associates. Due to the fact that I suck at Spanish, I couldn’t understand what was being said. After a moment though the words began to come through in English. “Front door clear. South clear.”

The man who had led the three of us from the club cocked his head to the side, “North?” I assumed he was Severo. 

Severo then started firing out Spanish over his own radio. 

“Stiles.” Scott’s voice came from the other end of the radio. I smirked to myself, apparently Scott had taken out the guard at the North entrance. “Take ten off the table.” 

I glanced at Stiles as he grabbed a stack off of the table and slid it back into his jacket. Lydia let her eyes wander over the money before she looked up at Araya, “Maybe you should just take the deal.”

“While I’m keen to follow the warning of a Banshee, I’m going to have to decline.” Araya smirked as she once again leaned against her desk.

How did she know that Lydia was a Banshee? Does that mean that she knows about me too? 

Araya let her eyes travel to me, “If you’re worried about your friends, feel free to connect to them.” 

Well, shit.

Severo stormed out of the room with two people following behind him. I swallowed nervously, knowing that they were going after Scott, Malia and Kira. That was going terribly wrong. 

Stiles stiffened in his seat before he scooted himself forward a bit, “Come on, just give us Derek. You don’t want him anyway. Haven’t you noticed what a downer he is? No sense of humor, poor conversationalist. Just come on, take the money."

Araya nodded to herself and snatched the radio off of her desk, “Severo? Show them how the Calaveras negotiate.”

There was no response and I could feel my heart lurch in my chest. I refused to connect myself to anyone, due to the fact that it’s been a while since I’ve done it on my own. I’m a little rusty, and right now was a terrible time to try and practice. 

Araya whistled and the door opened, three more of her hunters pushed through the double doors. My eyes widened as they each grabbed a hold of us, “Take them to el cuarto de baño.”

“Whoa, wait a second—” I protested as the man jerked me out of the chair, nearly knocking it to the floor. Stiles fussed and tried to pull out of the guy’s hold that had him, but it was useless. Lydia shot the woman who had her a murderous glare, but the woman wasn’t taking Lydia, instead she was keeping her pushed down in the chair. 

Araya smirked at me before waving her fingers at us as the doors slammed shut and Stiles and I were separated from Lydia. 

Well, shit.

▴▵▴

“Okay, ow—” I moaned as I rubbed at my arm as Araya’s man servant shoved me into what looked like a community bathroom. It was dirty, extremely dirty. Black mold was lining the tiles on the walls and the sinks that were once white, are now a yellowing ivory.  

Stiles stumbled in behind me, “Okay, yeah thank you.” he retorted sarcastically as the door was slammed shut behind him. 

“You alright?” he asked after he stopped glaring at the door.

I shrugged, “I guess.” 

“Yes or no would make me feel slightly better.” he stated. 

I let out a chuckle before giving him a thumbs up, “I’m super duper okay.”

He rolled his eyes, “You’re a terrible person.”

“I learned from the best.” I grinned.

“If you’re done insulting me, it would be extremely helpful if you could give some suggestions on how to get the hell out of here.” he said in annoyance before he began to pace around.

The bathroom was large, and there were some small windows, but we couldn’t fit through them. The only way out was through the door that was currently locked and more than likely guarded from the outside. Not only are we locked inside here, but our friends are locked out on the other side. 

I was about to tell Stiles that maybe we should just wait it out and jump on the guy the next time the door opens, but I couldn’t because the door opened, and obviously my whole ambush plan had to be thought out, so it was useless at this point. 

Kira, Scott and Malia were then forced into the room before the door slammed shut again. Scott was unconscious as Malia and Kira attempted to help him stand upright. 

“What the hell happened?!” I shrieked as I dashed over to him, his eyes were closed and his breathing was ragged.

Malia swallowed as she struggled to keep Scott upright, “I don’t know there was smoke in the hall and Scott said something about wolfsbane and then Araya showed up and hit him with this—this electric stick thing.”

“Oh lord,” I groaned as I dropped to my knees in front of Scott and patted his cheeks with my palms. He was out out of it. 

Stiles rubbed at the back of his neck, “Maybe we should lay him down somewhere? Ah, this is all going so terribly wrong.”

“I told you that it would.” I muttered as I helped Malia and Kira lay Scott on the cement floor. It’s a good thing that he can’t catch a cold, because I’m sure there’s enough bacteria on this floor to get the entire town of Beacon Hills sick.

Kira glanced at Stiles and myself in confusion before she stood up, “Where’s Lydia?”

“Somewhere with Araya. She kept her for some reason, I think it has something to with her being a Banshee.” I sighed before running my hand through my hair. I should have brought a damn hair tie, it was getting on my nerves.

I had wore extremely tight and extremely short shorts, because it was hotter than hell here in Mexico, and my top was extremely thin, but for some reason I was burning up, despite my lack of clothing.

Malia looked me over in confusion, “You okay?” 

“Me?” I squeaked, I had to clear my throat to get my voice back to sounding normal, “Me? Yeah, Yeah I’m fine. I’m just really hot for some reason.” 

She nodded, “I know. I can tell, your face is red. Take your shirt off.”

“Uh, yeah— no.” Stiles said loudly as he gave Malia a bewildered look, “Malia, this is not coyote time, Kasey can’t just run around without clothes on.”

“But it will cool her off—”

“Okay,” I groaned, “It’s fine. I’ll be fine.”

Malia has been extremely protective over Stiles and I ever since she was released from Eichan House. I don’t know why she’s so fond of us, but she just is. Whenever we’re around each other, she’s either attached to my hip or Stiles’ hip. And she’s always asking if we’re okay.

“He’s awake. Guys, he’s awake.” Kira said loudly as she loomed over Scott’s body. 

For a moment there I had completely forgotten that he was passed out on the floor. That’s what happens when I go off on a tangent about Malia. 

Stiles stumbled over to Scott and crouched down beside him, “Scott? You okay?”

“They don’t have him. They don’t have Derek.” Scott said loudly, rushing his words out as Stiles and I scrambled to grab one of his arms to help him sit up. He was still slightly out of it from being tazed.

Kira nodded, “We know. But right now, they’ve got Lydia.”

“Lydia? What do they want with Lydia?” Scott asked, his eyes wide. If there is one thing about my brother that I respect more than anything, it’s his willingness to keep us all safe and together. 

He wants to save us all, and he’s willing to die trying.

I shrugged, “I think it has something to do with her being a Banshee. She brought it up when we were in her office.” 

“We have to help her, we have to go and get her.” Scott mumbled as he pushed himself up to his feet, making his way towards the door. 

He was going to attempt to open it, only to find that it was locked from the outside. He then was going to ask us for help, and we would tell him that we already attempted to find a way out. There weren’t big enough windows and the walls are cement. We’re stuck in here.

Scott was grunting as he tried to pull the door open, his face contorting in pain as he slid his hand in the small crack between the door and wall. I winced slightly at the thought of pain that he must be feeling. 

“We already looked for a way out. I think a lot of people have.” Kira said loudly, trying to get Scott to stop shoving his hand into the small crevice.

Malia huffed as she folded her arms across her chest, “I say when that door opens again, we take out whoever’s standing in the way and run for it.” 

“What about Lydia?” Kira asked Malia. 

I let out a sigh as Malia blinked, not seeing the problem in just leaving Lydia, “What about her?”

“We’re not leaving without her.” Scott stated as he walked towards Malia. Well, at least we got him away from the door, that’s progress.

Malia glanced at Scott, “Why not?”

“Because we don’t leave without people, remember? We talked about this.” Stiles said to Malia. 

I nodded, “Rules of the wild kingdom don’t apply to friends, remember? I made a poster… there was glitter?” 

Malia looked down to the ground in remorse. We didn’t expect her to learn how to be a normal teenage girl over night, but I did expect her to actually pay attention to my posters that I spent several hours on. That wild kingdom one was some of my finest work.

“Is that what you would do as a coyote? Leave her for dead?” Kira asked awkwardly. 

I felt bad for Malia, I honestly did. The poor girl was thrown into a world that she wasn’t prepared for, and this world has a totally new set of rules and standards than what she is used to. I can understand why she was mad at us for getting her to become a human again. 

“If she was weak and injured, yeah.” Malia stated. She then glanced at Kira, “If hunting had been bad that season, I would eat her. Then I’d leave.”

Stiles pulled his hand up to his mouth, “Hmm, believe it or not, that’s progress.”

“It really is.” I nodded in agreement. 

Scot had helped Malia with controlling her coyote side, but Stiles and I had taken it upon ourselves to sort-of… raise Malia. We were trying to teach her the ways of the human world, and she only seemed to want us to teach her so it worked out. As I said before, she has this connection to us and she always wants to be around us.

“All right, guys, we’re not dead yet. And that means Araya wants something.” Scott stated, changing to conversation back to the task at hand, rather than Malia’s past werecoyote tendencies. 

Kira turned to my brother, “But if the Calaveras don’t know where Derek is, that means that they didn’t take him from the loft, right?”

“Maybe he left on his own?” Stiles suggested. 

I shrugged, “Or maybe someone else got to him.”

The doors flew open and I jumped in place at the sudden sound. Severo and a few other hunters were standing there with smirks on their faces. Scott, being the protective Alpha he was, stepped towards them, daring them to touch us. 

Before anyone could even think of doing something, Severo pulled something that looked like a heavier duty version of Argent’s light saber out from behind his back. He then jabbed Scott’s chest with it and I let out a scream as Scott’s body hit the floor, convulsing in seconds. 

“Get the Kitsune,” Severo ordered one of his henchmen as he and the other picked up Scott’s body. Kira attempted to run away from the tight grip of the hunter but it was useless. 

My eyes widened as they began to pull them out of the room, “Hey! Hey, what are you doing?!”

“You’ll know soon enough, Admonere, soon enough.” Severo sang before the door slammed shut once again. Leaving Stiles, Malia and myself in here without a single clue of how to get out.

▴▵▴

“Can you connect to Scott? Maybe you’ll be able to find out where he is?” Stiles suggested as he continued his nervous pacing around this abandoned bathroom. It was dingy and repulsive. I don’t know why they took Scott and Kira and Lydia, I don’t know what they could possibly want with them. 

Malia and I are the only two supernatural creatures that they didn’t take, which makes me think that they believe we aren’t powerful or important enough. Or maybe they just don’t like us, Malia tends to have that effect on people so that wouldn’t surprise me. 

I narrowed my eyes at Stiles, “You want me to connect to him? Are you sure? Because last time I suggested it you bit my head off.”

“Oh my God,” he moaned as he flung his head back, “that was back when you didn’t really know what you were doing and I didn’t want you to get hurt, but you know what to do know so feel free to give an Admonere input whenever you see fit.”

Malia snorted, “You two fight like an old married couple.”

Stiles shot her a look but opted out on giving her a sarcastic remark. I’m actually proud of him for keeping it to himself, we’ve had some progress with Malia’s non-existent filter, and believe it or not that is actually one of the nicer things that she has said about us being a couple.

One time she suggested that I go and sleep with another guy to prove my dominance over Stiles, because apparently that’s what a coyote would have done. 

Needless to say Stiles’ went on a rant about that for three days. 

“Okay,” I sighed before taking a deep breath, “I’m a little rusty but I’ll see what I can do.” 

My ability is weird and I still don’t have a handle on it completely. I haven’t used it willingly in months, ever since the Nogitsune took over and triggered it whenever he wanted, I tried to avoid using it for as long as I could, in fear that I could let something back in. 

I mean I did die and come back to life, and look at what happened last time someone in Beacon Hills did that. We somehow brought an evil Kitsune back to life and it terrorized Beacon Hills for two weeks. 

Okay, I can do this. I can so do this. I just need a minute to remember how to do it. 

I squeezed my eyes shut and thought about Scott. Anything and everything related to Scott McCall. I could feel the ends of my nerves twitching, waiting for that final switch in my head to flip. I swallowed thickly before letting out a final breath as just myself, flipping the switch in my head and connecting to Scott. 

My wrists were sore, metal was digging into them, and my back was strained, I was hunched over something. I opened my eyes, and instead of being in the basement bathroom thing I had been in, I was in a room, cuffed to a chair. I could see Kira and Severo standing by a box with wires coming out of the back of it. 

I was with Scott, I was literally with Scott. 

“Do what they say. Okay? Whatever they want. I can take it.” Scott said. 

I was so confused as to what was actually happening that I couldn’t figure out how to do anything other than just watch through Scott’s eyes. 

“So… we don’t know where Derek is. We want to find him as well. You know who took him.”Araya stated, not even bothering to beat around the bush. 

Scott’s body tensed, “What? How would I know that?” 

“That doesn’t sound like an answer to me.” Araya stated in amusement.

Lydia then spoke up, “We don’t know. Why do you think we came here?”

“Kira, turn the dial.” Araya instructed.

Severo was forcing Kira’s hand in the direction of the dial, but Kira was shaking her head from side to side rapidly, refusing to inflict that sort of pain on Scott. 

“Should we turn the dial on Lydia instead?” Araya snapped as she glared at Kira hatefully.

Scott jumped up in his seat, well he attempted to jump he couldn’t really break out of the cuffs, “No! No! Do it, Kira. Do it.”

Pain etched it’s way onto Kira’s face as she placed her fingertips against the dial on the electric box. I could feel the panic swirling around in the pit of Scott’s stomach.

“Let’s start at one.” Araya mused.

It hit me faster than I could comprehend and my vision was going grainy as waves of electricity pulsed through my body. I was back in the bathroom, laying on the floor looking up at the ceiling listening to Malia and Stiles screaming at me. 

My body felt completely fried and my brain was trying to shut down. I could feel Scott’s ability on top of my own starting to piece me back together from the inside out. Stiles quickly lifted my head off the floor and gently positioned it on his lap, his fingers shakily pushing the hair out of my eyes. Malia was gripping my wrist, trying to calm me down.

Oxygen was now pumping through my lungs and I started to suck it in rapidly, needing it to breathe. My ears were starting to ring and my fingers felt numb. I think they just electrocuted Scott. 

After what felt like hours, but was merely seconds, I was able to sit up on my own. Stiles’ hand was resting against the small of my back as I pulled my knees to my chest and wrapped my arms around my calfs. 

I was just electrocuted. 

Scott was just electrocuted. 

“Are—are you okay?” Stiles stammered as he blinked nervously. I could feel warm liquid dripping down my nose, upon further investigation I found it was blood. Well that’s just great. 

I nodded once, “Yeah, I think so.”

“What the hell happened?” Malia demanded. 

She has never seen me use my ability before, and I guess since this was the first time she was already on edge, and seeing it go completely haywire like this probably wasn’t the best way to introduce her to an Admonere. 

“They are torturing him, trying to get answers. Stiles it was different this time, it’s like—like I was Scott. I could see things through his eyes, for a minute there I actually was Scott.” I explained, turning my eyes and glancing up at him.

He let out a sigh and hung his head, “Okay, well you’re not trying that again.”

“Stiles—“

“Kasey,” he cut me off with a glare, “you are not doing that again. I don’t give a crap about your supernatural ability to heal, I just watched you get electrocuted and have a freaking seizure right in front of me. Sorry, but no.”

Malia nodded, “Yeah, I don’t think it’s a good idea. You almost gave him a heart attack. I could hear it.” 

I sighed in defeat, knowing that they were probably right. I didn’t want to give Stiles a heart attack, and I didn’t want to be electrocuted again, it was extremely painful. And my nose is still bleeding. 

Stiles pulled the sleeve of his black jacket over his hands and dabbed at the blood running out of my nose, he winced slightly as he soaked it up, his uneasiness around blood still existed. It’s nice to know that some things never change.

“Are you okay?” he asked after a moment of nursing me. 

I nodded and smiled softly, “Yeah, I am now. Thanks.” 

He laughed awkwardly, “Sorry for snapping at you, I just don’t want you to get hurt.” 

“If you two are done being all up on each other,” Malia said loudly, drawing Stiles and I out of our inward conversation “I can probably hear him, Scott— I mean.” 

Stiles groaned, “I don’t know why I didn’t just think of that before.”

“Yeah that probably would have been a lot easier on everybody.” I sighed, I can’t believe I totally blanked on Malia having the ability to actually hear things.  

Malia sat down on the floor in front of a sink and closed her eyes, she was taking deep breaths trying to concentrate on her surroundings. She’s been getting better with using her werecoyote abilities as a human, so she should be able to do this.

“Can you hear them? Can you hear Scott? Kira? Lydia? Anybody? What are they saying?” Stiles asked firing a gazillion questions at her before she even had the chance to respond to another.

She opened her eyes and sighed, “I—I can’t… there’s too many voices, too many sounds… I can’t concentrate.”

Stiles crouched down in front of her, “Okay, it’s okay. Just breathe. Breathe with me, all right? You practiced this before with Scott, remember that?” 

“I’m trying..” Malia sighed, the disappoint she felt in herself was obvious,

I smiled faintly, “It’s okay, it’s okay. Just focus on something… uh, look at… look at my eyes. Just look at my eyes and focus on the sound of my voice, alright? Anything you have to do to concentrate just concentrate—”

My voice fell flat as Malia grabbed my face and pressed her lips to mine. I was caught off guard as to what in the actual hell she was doing, but I could feel something click and I knew that she needed to kiss me for something. My ability just kick-started something for her, I could literally feel the switch inside of her head flip, and her abilities were now at full access for her.

When Malia pulled away, her eyes were shining bright blue and I knew it meant that she was using her hearing. I was stunned into silence as I let the situation simmer down a bit. 

Malia just kissed me. 

The lights in the bathroom began to flicker and I glanced around in confusion, Malia’s eyes flicked back to normal and she swallowed thickly, “They’re killing him.”

“Are they still electrocuting him?” I asked in a panic. Although I figured that is why the lights were messing up, because they were taking the power and pumping it into my brother. 

Malia blinked in confusion, “She’s asking for a name.” 

“A name?” Stiles asked with his brow furrowed. 

She nodded, “And Scott just gave her one.” 

“What did he say?” Stiles inquired. 

“Kate.” 

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CHAPTER ONE. 

HOW EXCITING IS THIS I AM SO EXCITED TO EXPLORE WITH SEASON FOUR AND ALL OF THE AMAZING PLOT LINES THAT JEFF HAS GIVEN US. BABY DEREK WAS ADORABLE AND I HAVE SO MANY IDEAS FOR THAT AND FOR MALIA/KASEY STUFF AND IT'S JUST EXTREMELY EXCITING ALTOGETHER. 

I HAVE MISSED WRITING SO MUCH AND I'M SO HAPPY TO START IT BACK UP. I HAVE YET TO FINISH SEASON FOUR, I'VE ONLY SEEN THE FIRST TWO EPISODES SO I HAVE A LOT OF SHIT TO DO, BUT I'M READY! THIS SEASON IS GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH COOL SHIT WITH KASEY YOU AREN'T EVEN READY. 

BE SURE TO FAN, VOTE, AND COMMMENT! I MISSED THIS SO SO SOOOOO MUCH! XX 

P.S.

THIS IS NOT EDITED