I was having my usual evening ritual of being held up in my bedroom, with my laptop and a notebook beside me as I researched about my abilities. I don't ever find much, apart from the paragraph or two on some sketchy website about psychics... I have nothing. Deaton tells me new things from time to time, but not anything remotely important... like do I have a weakness? Werewolves have wolfsbane, right? So, do Admoneres have anything like that?

My cell phone began to ring and I glanced at the caller ID, it was Deaton.

"Hello?" I answered hesitantly, not exactly sure why he was calling me at ten o'clock at night.

Deaton cleared his throat, "Good evening, Kasey. Would you like to join me in acquiring some answers?"

"Depends," I responded shortly, "what kind of answers?"

"I'm afraid you'll have to come with me to find that out." he stated.

I sighed, "Fine."

"Would you prefer me to pick you up?" he asked.

"Yeah, I'll be ready in like five minutes." I said before hanging up.

I closed my laptop and placed my notebook underneath my nightstand. My shoes were on the other side of the room, and I really didn't feel like getting out of bed to get them... but Deaton will be here soon so I have too. I have no idea what he could possibly be wanting me to do with him, usually he takes Scott on these types of missions... maybe he knows more about me being an Admonere than he's been letting on.

Once my shoes were on and I had a jacket, I descended the stairs and made sure that I didn't wake Scott or my mom up. I had told Stiles that I was going to be doing some research and then getting some sleep-- he wasn't happy about the separation due to the fact that the incident at the lake house yesterday had my ears bleeding and on the verge of a panic attack... but I have a hard time focussing when he's around.

With one last look over my shoulder, I slipped out the front door and twisted the key in the lock. I then placed the key under the door mat, because I didn't feel like bringing my keys with me. Lydia told me that I need to start carrying a purse, but the idea of having to keep track of a bag with a lot of personal items in it stresses me the hell out. I'll just stick to keeping my ID and check card in my phone case. It probably wasn't the best idea but that's really all I need.

I could see the headlights from Deaton's car turning the corner to get on my street, so I made my way down the driveway. I folded my arms over my chest as I waited patiently for him to pull up to the curb so I could get in the vehicle. I was extremely curious as to what we were going to be doing, but I'm sure it will be helpful. Deaton always has a ton of information and is extremely helpful.

His car pulled up beside me and I quickly climbed inside, securing my seatbelt and then closing the door. I glanced at him inquisitively, "So what are we doing, exactly?"

"We are going to retrieve someone who escaped from Eichen House," he responded as he pressed down on the gas pedal.

My eyes widened, "Wait-- we're doing what?"

"His name is Patrick and he's a Wendigo. He escaped awhile back and if we bring him back, then we will get something in return." Deaton explained, completely unfazed by the fact that he was basically having me follow him on a vigilante mission.

I blinked rapidly, "Wait, hang on. A Wendigo escaped Eichen House? How the hell did they manage to get him in there if he's a supernatural creature?"

"Oh, you don't know about the closed unit?" he asked in genuine concern, he even glanced at me as he came to a stop for a traffic light.

Apparently the closed unit isn't for "the real psychos" as Malia had called it back when I was in Eichen. The closed unit is for supernatural creatures that are psychos. I mean, it makes sense I guess... but the fact that it's in the same facility where they keep human psychos is completely unsettling. Not to mention that Stiles and I had been in the closed unit when we tried to break into the basement. How was it possible that we had no idea that we were around a bunch of supernatural creatures. We're practically magnets for them.

"Well, I do now... why exactly do you have to get this guy?" I asked in confusion.

He let out a sigh, "You have to give something to get something... and I need you for when I get what I want after bringing Patrick back in."

"Why me? Because I'm an Admonere?" I fired back quickly, loving the fact that I was actually going to get some answers about myself.

Deaton nodded, "Precisely."

The car came to a stop outside of a small building. The faulty lighting on the sign out front revealed that it was a butcher shop. I cringed at the thought of a Wendigo cutting up people in the back while a coworker would have no idea that it was a human that was being worked on, rather than an animal. That's just disgusting. It's kind of sad how some supernatural creatures can't help the fact that they're "evil" because it's just in their nature. Like, a Wendigo can't help the fact that it wants to eat people... it just does.

"So, does he know we're coming?" I inquired as I climbed out of the car.

Deaton chuckled, "Absolutely not."

"I'm not exactly sure what we are supposed to be doing here... do I just follow you?" I asked skeptically.

He nodded, "Yes. Would you mind breaking the lock on this door?"

I glanced at the handle of the building, it was designed just like the one on the door that Scott broke off of the gay club. I smirked as I grabbed a hold of it and twisted the handle, hearing the lock snap as I pulled the door open. It was kind-of cool being a werewolf because I have the strength enhancement, but at the same time I would much rather be just one supernatural creature... not a mix of two.

Deaton led the way inside the shop, it was dark and it smelled like blood and disinfectant, it made my stomach lurch. I hate the smell of blood and I hate the smell of disinfectant. I stayed close behind Deaton as he maneuvered through the shop, the freezer door was cracked open and I could hear a male voice speaking on the inside.

I didn't receive further instructions from Deaton after that, mainly because he was already in the freezer and attacking who I assumed to be Patrick. I watched with wide eyes as Patrick attempted to take Deaton out with hooks. There was a girl on the ground, her body was in a garbage bag and she was duct taped up. I quickly approached her and pulled the duct tape off of her mouth. Her black eye makeup was running down her face.

She started coughing as she began to cry hysterically. I let out a sigh and went to work on getting all of the tape off of her, "It's okay... he can't hurt you." I assured her.

"Are you a cop?" she asked me quickly.

I shook my head from side to side, "No... not really."

"What are you then?" she whimpered.

Deaton walked up behind me and chuckled, "I'm a veterinarian... and let's just say she's my assistant."

When I looked over my shoulder to see what had happened to Patrick, I found that he was laying on the floor knocked out unconscious. I looked at Deaton in confusion, as I tried to figure out how the hell he was able to get the upper hand on a Wendigo.

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"While I'm relieved to have Patrick back in our care, I still advise you against doing this, Alan. There's a reason this floor isn't listed in the brochure." a doctor spoke.

We were back in Eichen House, and I was following behind Deaton as I watched Patrick get wheeled off on a stretcher. I had no idea where they were taking him, nor did I want to know. The closed unit was completely different from the rest of Eichen House. I didn't hear people screaming or crying. I didn't see orderly's bustling around like they owned the place. It was a hell of a lot more organized and calm than the it's counterpart, that's for damn sure.

"I came through on my end of our bargain. Now it's your turn, all we want to do is talk to him." Deaton said.

The doctor glanced at me, "The last person that went in to see Valack, left the room but not the building, and all they did was talk."

"Well, the last person to see him wasn't an Admonere." Deaton responded evenly.

I had no idea what the hell I was about to get sucked into, but I don't like the vibe I'm getting. Who the hell is Valack and why the hell is he so dangerous? What is he? More importantly, why does Deaton want me to speak to him?

The doctor nodded as he gave us access to a room, he didn't follow us inside. Deaton glanced at me briefly, "Just do as I say."

I nodded and opted out on speaking. When I stepped into the room my eyes widened slightly. There was a room within this room, and it had glass walls with small holes in it for air. There was a bed, desk and toilet on the other side of the glass. A man was sitting on the bed with a book in his hand, there were bandages wrapped around the top of his head. Deaton stood a few feet away from the glass and cleared his throat, "Dr. Valack?"

"You must be important. They don't usually let people get this close." the man responded. I was surprised to hear that he had a british accent. Who the hell is this guy?

Dr. Valack closed the book he had been reading and let out a sigh and then tossed the book to the floor, "They let me read. Unfortunately, all I get are these trashy romance novels. I've read this one seven times."

"My name is Dr. Alan Deaton. I was hoping that we could talk." Deaton said, his voice steady and even. If he was nervous about his interaction with the man at all, you couldn't hear it in his voice in the slightest.

Valack stood from his bed and walked towards the glass, "Oh, I know your speciality, Dr. Deaton. And I know it's not cats and dogs."

"I'm here because of what you know about South American mythology." Deaton responded.

I glanced between the both of them as Valack smirked, "No. You want to know about Kate Argent and Kasey McCall. You want to know about La Loba, The Bone Woman."

As soon as he spoke my name my heartbeat accelerated. How the hell does he know about me? I've never met this man in my life-- and how the hell does he know anything about Kate Argent?

"I need to know about what she did to Derek Hale. And if he's dying." Deaton stated.

What? Dying? What the hell am I missing here? Derek isn't dying? He's perfectly fine, I just saw him the other day. Unless... oh my God. He can't shift. That's why he was using a gun and hand-to-hand combat. He probably hasn't been able to do anything werewolf-esque since he became adult Derek again.

Valack smirked, "And you want to know why he only knew about the Admonere... why?"

"Because of a promise I made. To a woman I loved." Deaton answered hesitantly.

A woman he loved? Does he mean Talia? Were they in a relationship?

"Maybe you should be writing the romance novels. If you want to know more Dr. Deaton, you have to come closer." Valack said shortly.

Deaton shook his head from side to side, "I've been advised against that. I only want to talk."

"You need to see what I know. In order to do that, you need to come closer." he then began to remove the bandage off of his forehead. When it was completely off I staggered behind Deaton, there as a hole in the middle of his forehead. You could see the red skin and what I assumed was brain matter inside.

I could hear Deaton's heartbeat pick up slightly, "I don't know much about Trepenation, but I'm relatively certain that just because you drilled a hole in your own head, it doesn't mean you've somehow gifted yourself with extra-sensory perception."

"Come a little closer. Have a look. See for yourself." he tutted as he turned his head to the side slightly, suddenly Valack's eyes widened and he smirked, "Ah, that's why you brought the Admonere. Not so she could hear the answers, but so she could get them."

I swallowed thickly as he glanced at me. I looked at Deaton fearfully, "What the hell is gonna happen if I get close to him?"

"More than likely nothing... your abilities are all in the mind, meaning you have a stronger resistance to outside sources getting in your head." Deaton explained.

My eyes widened, "So you've never done this before and you're just assuming I'll be okay?"

"Yes. You wanted to know why Derek remembered only you, correct?" he asked sincerely.

I scoffed, "I mean yeah, but not so much to the point to where I could go insane and get locked up in here."

"Come on, Admonere... you know that you're curious." Valack taunted from behind me.

His tone struck a chord and I knew exactly why. He was being condescending and speaking to me as if I were a child. That particular tone has been a trigger for me for as long as I can remember-- how Valack knew that is beyond me, but he knew damn well how to use it. I hated being spoken to like I have no intelligence and I am lacking common sense. Regardless of whether or not I wanted to face Valack, I did anyway merely to prove a point.

My eyes narrowed as I gave him my full attention, "I'm sure that you're just as curious."

"I beg your pardon?" he returned sardonically, his eyes glimmering with humor.

Without thinking, I took a step towards him. I folded my arms over my chest and looked him up and down, "I think you're just as curious about my abilities as I am about Derek's condition. I mean, exactly how many Admoneres have you come across, again?"

Valack was silent and I could hear Deaton softly chuckling from behind me. If there had been any question about having tension in the room-- in was more than obvious now that the atmosphere had greatly changed. I had challenged Valack and countered his move, making him feel ignorant because he knows next to nothing about Admoneres... because let's be real here, who does?

"That's what I thought," I mused as I smirked triumphantly, "if you're wanting to get in my head... I'll spare you the Terms and Conditions, it's a fractured mess."

"Miss McCall, I'm not going to be getting inside your head," Valack chuckled before smirking darkly, "you're going to be getting inside of mine."

I blinked once, "What do you mean?"

He glanced at Deaton expectantly, "I would prefer to do this with just the Admonere... so, if you wouldn't mind, please step out and into the hallway."

"I'm afraid that wasn't part of the deal--" Deaton began to speak harshly, obviously not liking the fact that Valack was trying to take control of the situation.

I held my hand up to silence Deaton, "I'll be okay. Trust me, I'll scream if something happens."

Deaton clenched his jaw, but nodded once before exiting the room. As soon as the door was closed, I took a deep breath and spun back around to face Valack. He was watching me curiously and I knew that he was going to want to ask me some questions before we went any further. His eyes were scanning every inch of my body and seconds later they were locked with my own, "How long have you been an Admonere?"

"A little over a year," I answered simply, not bothering to go into details unless absolutely necessary.

He nodded to himself, "How long have you been a hybrid?"

"I'm not sure what that has to do with my Admonere abilities, so please refrain from drifting away from the subject." I responded shortly, my eyes narrowing.

Valack smirked to himself, "Such a little firecracker, I love it. I just have one question really, then we can get on with this."

"Alright, what is it?" I asked curiously.

His eyes narrowed sadistically, "When you killed all of those people, how did it make you feel?"

I was completely caught off guard by his question-- mainly because I had no idea that he even knew about the Nogitsune. I guess it made sense that he knew though, I mean he had been here when Stiles and I had admitted ourselves and had the whole struggle in the basement. I'm not exactly sure why he was asking me about being possessed and killing people, because that has nothing to do with me being an Admonere.

My eyes widened slightly, "What?"

"You heard me," he stated, "when you killed all of those people... how did it feel? You have extra-sensory abilities, correct? Meaning that everything you see, hear, feel, smell and taste is amplified. On top of feeling what someone else is feeling, right? So, when you killed all of those people... how did it feel?"

I shook my head from side to side, refusing to go back to the memories, "What does that have to do with anything?"

"This is merely to feed my own curiosity." he responded simply.

The temperature in the room was rising slowly and I was getting uncomfortable. I don't want to talk about what happened with me in the past with the Nogitsune. I cleared my throat loudly, "You can ask me anything about my abilities but I'm not talking about that."

"Why not?" he asked with a smirk.

The bastard knew exactly why I didn't want to talk about it.

I gritted my teeth together, "I'm not playing this game."

"I think it felt wonderful, and that's why you're refusing to tell me. You feel guilty for enjoying the feeling of having the life sucked out of someone. You loved the power and control you had, you wanted to keep doing it over and over. You didn't want to be saved." his voice was getting louder and he was amping me up. He wanted a reaction and he was about to get it.

My hands were balled into fists at my sides and they were shaking slightly, "That's not true."

"But it is," he sang viciously, "I know a thing or two about Admoneres, Miss McCall. Let me just tell you that once you get a taste of the darkness, it's only a matter of time before you convert completely."

My heart was slamming against my ribs and I felt like my eyes were on fire. What he was saying was scaring the shit out of me and I didn't want to hear anymore. I don't want to be told that I'm going to turn evil because I enjoyed having control. Yeah, I will admit that when the Nogitsune was inside of me and killed all of those people... I felt empowered. I didn't enjoy the fact that I was killing people, I was enjoying the way it made me feel. He's twisting this around to make me sound like a complete psychopath.

"You're wrong," I breathed out heavily, the anger inside of me boiling.

Valack smirked, "Am I?"

"Yeah, you are." I snapped, the anger boiling over.

His eyes were practically glowing with amusement, "You're not your brother, Kasey. You've always been in the dark... don't try to change the way you are now just because he is. It's only a matter of time before you want a taste of it again, and when it happens... your little facade is going to shatter in front of everyone."

"What is the point of this? Why are you even bringing this up?" I hissed feverishly.

Valack cocked his head to the side, "You wanted answers? I thought I would be the one to warn you about what's to come."

"I'm not like that," I argued defensively.

He shrugged, "Not yet... but it's coming. You can't run from what's inside you."

My cell phone began to ring in my back pocket, the sound cut me from my train of thought. I blinked rapidly and glanced down at my hands, my claws had popped out and I had dug them into the palms of my hands. Blood was dripping to the floor. Valack chuckled as he watched me, I shot him a look before turning on my heel and exiting the room.

Deaton was pacing around in the hallway, when he caught sight of me his eyes widened slightly, "What happened? What did he say?"

"Nothing," I lied easily as I wiped the blood from my hands on my pants. Thankfully I had black jeans on today, "I think you should try to get through to him. Plus, someone called me so let me go and check in with that."

He nodded, "You might as well just call Scott or Stiles to pick you up. You've done all that you can, thank you."

"Yeah, no problem." I responded as he gave me a smile before going back into Valack's room.

I let out a sigh and pulled my phone out of my pocket. My screen revealed that I had three missed calls from Liam. Scott had told me that Liam wanted some space from us because what we do, it's too much for him and he doesn't know if he can handle trying to save the day with us. Just as I was about to call him back, my phone began to ring yet again.

"Hello?" I answered in confusion.

I could hear him let out a sigh of relief on the other end, "Finally, I thought you weren't gonna answer."

"Well, normally I wouldn't but I'm not sleeping like I should be so... what's up? Why are you calling me obsessively at two in the morning?" I asked as I began to make my way towards the exit of the closed unit.

I hate it here.

I hate Eichen House.

"Uh... I, um... you're a girl, right?" he responded awkwardly.

I stopped walking and rolled my eyes, "Yeah, last time I checked."

"Well, you're probably gonna be more understanding about this... I'm scared." Liam said quickly and his voice was extremely soft. I wouldn't have heard him if I didn't have werewolf hearing.

I rubbed at my eyes, exhaustion starting to nag at me, "Scared of what?"

"The Berserkers. Every time I close my eyes, I see them. I'm just afraid that they're going to get me and I would just feel a lot safer in someone would stay with me tonight. You know, someone who is a werewolf and has super strength and won't make fun of me for having nightmares..." he rushed out quickly.

I let out a sigh, "Text me your address, I'll be there in like ten minutes."

"You're the best! Thank you!" he cheered enthusiastically.

"Yeah, well, I'm clearly going to refer to you as Liam Dubaby from now on, just so you know." I stated with a smirk.

Liam scoffed, "I'm not a baby! I'm-"

I ended the call before he could throw a tantrum. Thirty seconds later a text message with his address popped up and I GPS'd it so I could go and babysit the puppy that my brother brought home that we didn't have the time nor the effort for taking care of, yet we did anyway because he was cute.

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When I arrived outside of Liam's house, it took a little longer than ten minutes because I was walking rather than using my werewolf speed, I noticed how much nicer the outside looked compared to my house. Which makes sense I guess, his family is obviously in a pretty good place financially if Liam had been going to Devenford Prep before he came to Beacon Hills High. One of the windows upstairs showed that a light had been on, and I assumed that it was Liam's room. I sent him a text saying I was outside.

Moments later, the front door was pulled open. Liam's hair wasn't styled and he was in a white shirt with flannel pants. I smirked as I looked him up and down, "Cute PJ's."

He narrowed his eyes, "Just get in here."

"Okay, chill." I muttered as I slipped inside the house.

It was dark, but from what I could see, everything looked perfect. The living room was spotless and the furniture was leather. The television that was mounted on the wall was huge, and there was a chandler in the dining room. Liam closed the front door and twisted the lock and then nudged me with his elbow, telling me to follow him up the stairs.

Thunder cracked in the sky outside and I thanked my lucky stars that Liam had called me before the storm had started. When we walked into his bedroom, I was impressed with how clean the floor was. Normally, in Scott's room you can barely get to his bed unless my mom rode his ass about it. There was one light on and his bed as a disheveled mess. I guess he had a bad dream and woke up-- I can relate.

Liam let out a sigh and plopped down on his mattress, "I don't know what's wrong with me."

"It's totally normal to be freaked out, Liam. What we do, it's dangerous and insane. It takes a while to get used to." I explained as I walked over to his window and glanced outside. It wasn't a downpour outside, but it was steady enough to where it was running down the window.

He turned on his bed so he was facing me, "How long did it take you?"

"I'm still getting used to it," I breathed out honestly, "you weren't here a few months ago. Do you remember when we took you to the lake house for the night of your first full moon, and Stiles said he was formerly possessed?"

Liam nodded, "Yeah."

"Well, it's a really long story but basically Scott, Stiles and Allison had to--"

He cut me off, "Who's Allison?"

I winced slightly, "Scott's ex-girlfriend."

"Does she go to school with us?" he asked innocently, having no idea that she was dead.

My heart sank as I shook my head from side to side, "No. She died, but that's at the end of the story. Her, Scott and Stiles had to sacrifice themselves to serve as surrogates for a sacrifice that Jennifer, who was a Darach, was trying to perform on our parents. When they did the mock sacrifice they opened a door in their minds, and unfortunately by doing that, when they came too they were different. I had connected myself to Stiles as it happened because I was so worried about him so essentially a door in my mind was opened as well. Anyway, when Jennifer was defeated and we thought we had saved the day... things started happened. My abilities were acting up and I was sleep walking all over the place, Scott couldn't control his werewolf side, Allison was hallucinating and Stiles wasn't sleeping and hallucinating, too."

"What was wrong?" he asked hesitantly.

I sighed, "An evil Japanese spirit called the Nogitsune had managed to get a hold of Stiles, and he was possessed. We had no idea who it was, because the Nogitsune had been causing problems for days before we finally came to the conclusion that it was Stiles. He didn't even want Stiles-- he wanted me because with my abilities he would be able to feed off of chaos, strife and pain for as long as he wanted. He figured that getting inside of Stiles until I opened the door in my mind for him was the next best thing. Stiles was so sick. He was pretty much dying because his body couldn't handle the possession, plus he had killed so many people... he almost killed Coach, too."

Liam gasped, "Did it ever possess you?"

"Yeah. The night at Oak Creek. I had a plan, though. I knew that I wouldn't have much time after I got possessed before the Nogitsune would flee Beacon Hills and nobody would ever see me again, so Kira and I had a plan set in place. When she saw me, she needed to stab me. Scott was going to bite me, because I couldn't be a werewolf and a Nogitsune, because essentially a Nogitsune is a dark kitsune, like Kira. The plan worked. The Nogitsune was expelled and I died." I explained, my eyes dropping to the floor.

His eyes widened, "You died?"

"Yeah... Lydia performed CPR and thankfully she was caught it early enough to where she was able to revive me. When Scott bit me, my abilities were trying to heal me so I wouldn't turn... but eventually I did, it just took forever. That's how I'm a hybrid." I said, watching his reaction.

He was silent as he let all of this sink in. I had a feeling that he hadn't been told about the Nogitsune. He probably doesn't know about anything, really. I doubt Scott told him about Jennifer or Jackson and Matt, or Gerard... hell or even Peter.

"Liam, if you don't want to be with us... that's fine, we won't hold it against you. I'm really sorry that you're in the position you're in now, believe me... Scott and I know how it feels to have the choice taken away from you. You have to understand though, that if Scott wouldn't have did what he did... you would have fallen off the roof and died." my voice was soft and I could tell that I was starting to get through to him.

His eyes met my gaze and he sighed sadly, "I don't think I'm cut out for this. I'm not like Scott."

"I'm not either," I admitted, "he's my brother, but we couldn't be more different."

Liam quirked an eyebrow in confusion, "What do you mean?"

Everything that Valack and the Nogitsune have said to me was swirling around in my head. They were right, in a sense. I did enjoy the taste of darkness that I had gotten, because of the way it made me feel. I didn't like the things I did to get the feeling, but the feeling alone was worth the consequences. I had convinced myself that it wasn't a big deal to thrive off of the feeling of being in control and having power, but it is a big deal. I'm more like Peter than I had thought.

I don't trust myself with the power and control that I have know. With being a hybrid, I have the strength and power to kill someone. The thought scares me, but there's a voice in the back of my head whispering about how good it would feel. I had gotten pretty good at ignoring it, but Valack seemed to change the whispering into yelling.

"Kasey?" he asked, snapping his fingers in front of my face to get my attention.

I blinked rapidly and cleared my throat, "What? Sorry, I was just... I don't remember what I was saying."

He was watching me in confusion, "Don't worry about it... would you mind staying over? So I can sleep?"

"Yeah, I'll probably just stay up... I'm not really tired." I lied as I sat down in the desk chair. Liam nodded and turned the light off and curled up underneath his blankets.

I buried my face in my hands and let out a sigh, what the hell am I doing? I shouldn't have gone with Deaton, I didn't get the answers that I had wanted. Sure, Valack answered the questions about the darkness growing inside of me-- but I didn't want to know about that. I didn't want to know that Admoneres are easy to corrupt. The Admonere that he knew, apparently it was dark... I can only imagine what they were capable of doing.

Here's hoping that I never have to find out.

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hi hey hello.

so yay another update and this one is like 5500 words, woo. i'm trying to keep them all around 5000 so they're lengthy and informative. kasey had a solo mission where she got some interesting information about her admonere side. another admonere will be introduced soon and i'm really excited for you all to meet her. there will be on introduced in this book, and hopefully one or two in haywire. i've been doing a lot plotting for the whole admonere storyline so you guys can get a better understanding about the abilities and such that i have created. be sure to fan, vote and comment what you thought because i love haring your feedback! xx