"I just talked to Kira, and they're on their way." Scott stated as he parked his bike and pulled his helmet off of his head. His hair was slightly disheveled and his eyes were shining bright under the moonlight. 

Stiles folded his arms over his chest, "We may have a slight problem."

"Why? Everything seems to be going fine?" he asked slowly, his eyes shifting from Stiles to me uneasily.

I bit at my lip, "Stiles and I asked around about Liam, you know like why he got kicked out of his old school..."

"This is going to be bad, isn't it?" my brother sighed as he rolled his eyes. You could see the irritation boiling in the depths of his irises. He was getting sick and tired of every single plan constantly having some sort of issue or problem. It was starting to become exhausting.

I nodded, "Apparently he got into it with one of his teachers. And as adorable as he is, he's got some serious anger issues."

Stiles made a noise of disapproval as I called Liam adorable. Normally, I wouldn't have heard the noise due to how soft and subtle it was, but with my enhanced hearing I was able to pick up on it. I can feel the changes from the full moon starting to take effect. My head is slightly throbbing in anticipation.

"How serious?"

"Well," Stiles breathed out as he pulled a photo up on his phone, "this is the teacher's car. After he took a crowbar to it."

On the screen was a blue sedan that had scratches, holes, dents and busted windows. The tires were slashed manically and the side mirror was knocked off. There was a message that was carved into the passenger side of the car and it said, This is your fault. 

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Liam has anger issues, okay so normally that wouldn't seem as such a catastrophic thing. Teenage boys get angry and they get angry fast, no big deal. The issue we were now facing, was that on the night of a full moon, a werewolf hits it's peak rage point in .2 seconds. With Liam already being angry 24/7, adding the fact that he's about to face his first full moon becomes a bit more tricky.

We already have Malia out of commission due to her being locked in the basement, and who the hell knows what's going to happen to me. I feel like I have a stronger hold on my transition. It's hard to explain but I can remember when Scott faced his first full moon he was a completely different person for hours before and after the full moon. I should be acting all kinds of crazy right now, but I feel pretty sane.

I didn't want to put anyone at risk, and with the fact that I could transition and hurt somebody looming over me like a dark storm cloud... I can't focus. I need to tell someone, and for some reason I'm hesitating to tell Scott or Stiles. They should be the two people that I can tell anything to, but for some reason the words get lodged in my throat and I can't get them out. Stiles can tell something is up with me, I know he can. His eyes have been lingering on me more than usual, and he's constantly checking up on me, asking me if I feel alright.

I know the events that transpired with the Nogitsune have sent his anxiety and panic about my well being into overdrive. I also know that by telling him about the fact that I am possibly a hybrid, could give him an anxiety attack and completely derail him from the tasks we are supposed to be focussing on this evening. Which is why I'm hesitating. I'm not scared of how he'll react, I'm scared that I'm not going to be able to get him to remain focussed on anything but me.

"Kira and Liam are two minutes away," Scott said as he glanced at his phone. We are gathered in the den, waiting patiently for them to arrive.

I was bouncing around on the balls of my feet anxiously. I have to tell someone before Liam walks through that door. I have to tell someone, I just don't know who. It shouldn't matter at this point, everyone in this room cares about my well being and will be considerate of my wishes and be concerned enough to keep an eye on me without making me the certain of attention. 

Stiles grabbed my wrist and glanced at the group, "We'll be right back." 

My eyes widened as he jerked me out of the room and into the dining room. He was pulling me forcefully through the dark house, already having the ending location set in his mind. I was silent as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door, twisting the lock and flipping on the lights. 

I blinked slowly as he folded his arms over his chest and narrowed his eyes, "What's going on?"

"Wh-what do you mean?" I stammered nervously, taking a step back. He isn't a werewolf. He can't hear my heartbeat, but I sure as hell can hear his. And he's pissed. His heart is beating rapidly and his cheeks are flushed. He knows I've been lying to him and he's about to take control and fix the situation. 

He let out an even breath and advanced towards me, "You see, Kasey, I've known you for practically my whole life, hell- I've been in love with you for over half of it, and I notice when you start to act differently. I notice when you don't text me back until twenty minutes after the text is sent. I notice when you don't hold my hand in the hallways at school. I notice when you don't let me pick you up and take you to school in the morning, and I really notice when you won't kiss me the same way. And all of these things are changes in your usual behavior, which tells me that your hiding something from me."

I was silent as I swallowed the guilt and embarrassment. I should have known that he would pick up on those things, to be honest I hadn't even realized I was acting different. Stiles' is an expert when it comes to many things, and apparently I'm on that list. I should have known he was going to confront me, if there's one thing Stiles hates more than anything... it's secrets. Especially, between the two of us.

Stiles let out a heavier sigh, the frustration oozing out of him like hot lava. I was starting to get nervous as I heard his heartbeat pick up in pace. He can't hurt me, I know he can't... but he can get the words stuck in my throat out of me, and he won't stop until he does. 

"I'm not going to ask you again, Kasey. Tell me what the hell is going on." his voice was low and his words cut through me like a knife. I could feel the effects from his anger seeping into my bloodstream, arising a panic that exploded throughout my body. 

I licked my lips as I ran my hand through my hair, "Stiles, I can't-"

"Tell me what is going on," he snapped, cutting me off. 

I winced at his tone and came to the conclusion that avoiding the subject was not going to get me anywhere other than possibly an argument with Stiles. I needed to find a way to tell him the truth, without actually telling him the truth. I'm not as smart as he is. I can't come up with a story as quickly and efficiently as he can. 

"Kasey, I swear to God-"

"Okay!" I said loudly, taking away his chance to demand the truth from me once again.

This is it. I'm going to tell him and he's going to flip out and go into a full-on frenzy of worry and panic. I know he will, I know him just as well as he knows me. Whether he knows it or not. 

He raised an eyebrow as he waited for me to explain myself. I let out a sigh and closed my eyes briefly, preparing myself for the avalanche of disaster that was about to fall upon us. 

"Do you remember when Scott bit me to expel the Nogitsune?" I asked quietly, slowly bringing my gaze to meet his. 

Stiles' eyes widened at the mention of the Nogitsune and his shoulders tensed. I've never actually spoken about the incident with him since it happened... clearly he is still perturbed and needs to voice his thoughts and feelings. He was silent and chose to nod in response rather than speak. 

I let out another sigh, "Do you remember when Deaton talked to us about what I am, and how rare we are?" 

Again, he nodded. 

"He explained that the reason Deucalion wanted me in his pack was because when an Admonere is bitten and they turn, they're strong. They are a different breed of werewolf altogether. They exude power and control. They are true Alpha's by nature. Most cases of Admonere's existing are with siblings, usually twins. The fact that Scott and I are what we are... it's... we're the picture perfect scenario. Deucalion wanted us both because if I were to be bitten, I would be a true Alpha, and Scott was well on his way to becoming one. Thankfully, I wasn't bitten until much later... and when Scott had bitten me, he began my transition." 

Stiles was silent, absorbing everything that I was saying. I could feel the tension sitting on us like a humid summer day, and I wanted to run away. I wanted to take back everything I said because I knew he was putting the pieces together and he was going to come to the conclusion that I was so afraid of him to arrive at. 

He blinked once, "You're a werewolf?"

I nodded once, afraid to speak... afraid to hear what he was going to say next. 

"Are you okay with it?" he asked softly, the anger and irritation melting away and quickly congealing into affection and remorse. 

To say I was surprised at his question would be an understatement. I was expecting him to demand why I had kept it from him, demanding an answer that I couldn't give him. 

The blood in my body seemed to all travel to my face and the base of my neck, for some reason I was getting nervous and uncomfortable. I felt like this was a trap, that anything I said would end up with him locking me up in the basement alongside Malia... like someone who lacked control and stability and I was not lacking anything. I'm not crazy anymore. I'm me again, I can control myself. The response I wanted to give him was once again lodged in my throat, only this time instead of sitting heavy and useless, it felt as if my throat was being cut into tiny pieces. 

Stiles took a step towards me and I flinched away, afraid of what was to come next. When he witnessed my reaction his face fell and he pulled his bottom lip between his teeth before swallowing whatever emotion he was feeling and taking another step towards me. I froze as he gently grabbed my face with both hands, his palms were cool against my flaming cheeks. 

"Hey, look at me," he breathed out softly, his magnetic gaze captivating me. 

He nodded once to himself, "I love you, alright? I love you more than anything else in this world, whether or not you're an Admonere or a werewolf or whatever else in between, I'm going to love you until my heart stops beating. I'm always going to be on your side. I'm always going to support you with whatever decision you make, even if I don't agree with it. I'm going to stand by your side through everything, and we can get through this. We'll figure it out, okay?" 

I knew he wasn't lying because his heartbeat was steady and even and God, I loved this boy so damn much. I fell into his lips with a sigh and wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, and his enclosed around my waist. I don't know why I thought he would be anything but supportive. I should have known that he would know just what to say to make me feel better about the situation.

"Stiles, I love you." I whispered against his neck.

He sighed in response, squeezing me tightly, "I know."

"No, you really don't. I love you so much." I responded softly. 

If I could think of a way to explain my love for him, I would... but there are no words that capture my feelings properly. There is nothing on this planet that can show him just how much I love him. I think I love him more than anyone has ever loved a person, and I don't know why it took me so long to realize it. 

"STILES! KASEY! WE HAVE A PROBLEM!" Lydia shouted through the door, her fist pounding against the wood. 

We broke apart instantly and Stiles wretched the door open. Lydia's eyes were wide and she was breathing heavily, "Yeah so Liam about wolfed out and Malia is loosing it and there is a horde of teenagers outside because Liam invited everyone here." 

Stiles and I glanced at each other, "I'll get Malia, you help Lydia?" he suggested.

I nodded, "Let's do this."

"What am I supposed to do?" she shrieked as Stiles and Malia ran off to the basement. I was informed moments ago that Kira and Scott ran out to the boathouse with a very angry were-baby Liam... and now Lydia and I have to come up with a plan.

I blinked rapidly, "Okay, uh... you throw good parties right?"

"I throw great parties," she scoffed.

The music and screams from the teenagers outside were getting louder and I knew that we were about out of time to come up with a plan. So, I said the first thing on my mind. 

"Lydia, throw the best damn party you can think of.

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Lydia ran to the door and as soon as it opened my eyes widened at the wave of teenagers flooding into the room. I quickly stepped out of the way and grabbed Lydia's forearm as the house became overran with underclassman and music began to blast through the room. 

She glanced at me, "Okay, do not let this place get wrecked... my mom will kill me." 

"Right, so I'm gonna go lock up the wine in the kitchen and you can do whatever?" I suggested. 

Lydia nodded, "Do not let anyone open any bottles. I think the cheapest one in there is $400." 

I gave her a thumbs up and quickly maneuvered through the house. My head was pounding due to the full moon and I was so not digging the choice in music right now. As I slipped through a group of boys attempting to grind on girls, I stumbled into the kitchen. 

Lydia's laptop was sitting on the island and there was a glass of wine on the keyboard. My eyes widend as I snatched it up and closed the laptop. I spun around and nearly bumped into yet another freshman. He had blonde hair and a defined jawline... I would have thought he was cute, if not for the piercing pain in the back of my skull that started the moment I laid eyes on him. 

I winced then, because my head was about to explode and I can't take much more of this. The guy blinked as he sat the bottle on the counter and placed his hand on my shoulder, as soon as his skin came into contact with mine it felt like my shoulder caught on fire. I jerked away from him and grabbed at my head, "What are you doing?" 

He gave me a confused glance, "I should be asking you that... are you okay?"

"Not really, no. Don't touch anything in that cabinet." I stated as I snatched up the bottle he had and shoved it back into the cabinet. 

An older man with a beer keg then rolled into the kitchen and smirked at me, "Here's the keg." 

"Uh, we didn't order that." I said awkwardly, glancing over my shoulder for Lydia to come in and save the day. I don't have my wallet on me, so how the hell am I supposed to pay for this?

He rose an eyebrow, "Well somebody did. Is this your party?"

"Kind-of, but not really." I responded as he handed me a receipt. 

The bill was $205. Why in the hell is it so damn expensive? There was the $100 charge for the keg, a $5 delivery fee and then for some reason there was an extra $100 tacked on the bottom. 

I glanced at the guy in confusion, "What's the extra $100 charge for?"

"That's my, Yes you do look 21 to me surcharge." he smirked as he propped his elbows on the handles of the dolly he used to wheel the keg in. 

Once again, I didn't know what to do and I needed Lydia's help. I ran my hand over my eyes and groaned, "Let me go find you some cash." I muttered as I spun on my heel and went on my search for Lydia. Who knows where the hell she could have gone at this point. I was making my way towards the stairs, but as I passed by the basement door I heard Malia growling and Stiles speaking quickly in a panic. 

Thankfully, the music was so loud up here nobody else could hear it. 

I let out a sigh and pulled the door open and slipping inside, quickly closing it behind me. As I descended the staircase I could hear Malia's chains rattling and her growling and yelling at Stiles. I turned to approach them when she broke free and lunged at him, without a second thought I moved towards them.

Somehow I ended up in front of Stiles.

Somehow I ended up with my hand around Malia's throat.

Somehow I ended up pushing her back against the wall.

And somehow my lips ended up on her lips.

Malia had managed to press her mouth against mine and she kissed the hell out of me. I was frozen, not knowing what to do in this moment... but I could myself losing something and giving it to her. Whatever it was, it was leaking out of my pores and she was sucking it up like a vacuum. She had gained control from my ability to stay in control. 

I pushed myself off of her, stumbling back towards Stiles. Her eyes were shining blue, but she looking like her normal self. Her forehead was lined with beads of sweat and her hair was a knotted mess, but she was in control of her transition. She was breathing heavily as she looked at me sadly, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that, but I remembered from before how you helped me and I thought maybe you could help me again."

Stiles cleared his throat, "Alright... Malia, I'm glad you didn't just kill me... but maybe find another way to use your abilities, because I don't like seeing you kiss my girlfriend." 

Malia was silent and she nodded once. 

"And Kasey?" he said as I turned around to face him, "your eyes are purple." 

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So, I got the update finished, yay! Lol

It took a bit longer than I had hoped but that's what happens when you get side tracked 24/7... aka me and my life with basically everything. 

So, The Other McCall series got a makeover and I'm extremely happy with the turnout. I've been wanting to switch to one word titles for a while now and I'm glad I was finally able to do it. The rewrite of Counterpart (aka The Other McCall) is currently in progress so I'm excited for that to be finished. 

Now, onto the chapter. Kasey transitioned! And Malia kissed her again! And her eyes are purple! And her and Stiles are goals asf. What did you all think?! I really dislike this season tbh and I'm having a hard time getting through it, but hopefully once the deadpool stuff starts it won't be so bad? Idk. I have it all planned and outlined I just gotta write the actual chapters hahah. 

Be sure to fan, vote and comment what you thought! Thanks so much pups, you da bomb! xx