"Really?" I yell at Deaton, pointing in his face. "They've been under the water for nearly 16 hours. If Scott isn't dead, then Stiles and Allison most definitely are."

"You need to remember the laws of all human nature are never followed when it comes to the supernatural world, Kayden," Deaton replies, all calm and conserved. How can he be calm? He could've just forced everyone to kill our friends.

"I'm not quite sure whether you're aware of this, but Stiles and Allison are human. Humans do not survive after being underwater for 16 hours, without breathing. That's not physically possible. You can only survive being underwater for five to ten minutes before brain damage and science proves that you don't live long with brain damage," I counter, listing everything I learned from a biology lesson we had.

"Kayden, when has science ever applied to the supernatural world?" Lydia asks me, agreeing with Deaton. "There have been so many situations where people should've died or situations which aren't scientifically possible, but it still happens. You know why? Because the laws of science don't apply to the supernatural world. They have a whole rulebook of their own."

I place my hands on the side of my head and begin to pace up and down the room. Isaac intervenes, grabbing my hands and pulling me into his chest and enveloping me in a tight hug. "Do you want to go outside and get some fresh air?" He whispers in my ear, softly. I nod my head and he guides me out of the front door.

"I can't do this anymore, Isaac," I tell him slowly letting my walls down and letting him in. "Scott doesn't trust me, my Dad is back in town - who doesn't know anything and will try to weave his way into my life again somehow, my whole Alpha thing - that I literally don't have any idea what to do with, not to mention that God damn curse that's like a burden on my shoulders-" 

Isaac cuts me off by quickly placing a kiss on my lips. The kiss deepens, beginning to get a lot more passionate. My lips start to tingle while his dance on mine. It feels like my lungs are on fire and my heart being hammered like an iron on an anvil. I feel like I can do anything in the world. Literally, anything. It reminds me of all those happy memories Isaac and I have made together. All the times he made me laugh. All the times he made me smile. Even all the times he made me cry. We both pull away from the kiss and he looks down at me, smiling brightly. "God, I think I love you."

Just as I am about to lean in for another kiss, I hear a loud splash. Isaac and I don't even hesitate before running back to the clinic. Scott, Stiles, and Allison are climbing out of the water and gasping for air. "I saw it," Scott says immediately, "I know where it is."

"Yeah, we passed it," Stiles adds, joining in on the conversation. "There was this huge stump. This huge tree. Well, it's not huge anymore. It was cut down, but it's still very big, though. Very big."

"It was the night that we were looking for that body," Scott nods his head.

"Yeah, the same night you were bitten by Peter," Stiles elaborates, stepping fully out of the bathtub, next to Scott. 

"I was there, too, in the car with my mother," Allison joins in with the conversation. "We almost hit someone."

"It was me," Scott replies. "You almost hit me." He pauses for a second, turning to Deaton, Lydia, Isaac, and I. "We can find it."

I put my head on Isaac's chest, trying not to cry out of relief. "What?" Allison questions, once she sees the four of us looking at one another. 

No one says anything, so Isaac clears his throat. "You guys were out a long time."

Stiles notices the paleness in my complexion and realizes something isn't right. "How long is a long time?" He asks, looking at the four of us. 

"Sixteen hours," Deaton confirms, looking at the three teens stood in front of him, dripping wet through. 

"We were in the water for 16 hours?" Scott repeats, looking slightly confused by that. 

Deaton nods his head in confirmation. "And the full moon rises in less than four." The only way we can do this efficiently is if we have help from Deucalion. I know it and Scott knows it. We both look at each other like we know exactly what the other is thinking.

"I'm sorry," I whisper in Isaac's ear. He turns to me and gives me a look of confusion. "Scott and I need to go back to Deucalion. He will be able to help us as quickly as possible."

"No, dude, you are not going back with them," Stiles shakes his head at me, before turning to Scott. "No. You're not going."

"We made a deal with Deucalion," Scott replies to Stiles, even though we both know that it's not going to suffice as an excuse in Stiles' eyes. I go to the side of the room and grab three towels, passing one to each of the three.

"Does anyone else think that sounds a lot like a deal with the devil?" Stiles questions, looking around, probably trying to lighten the mood a little bit with his sarcasm. 

"Why does it matter, anyway?" Isaac speaks up, sounding slightly mad. I look him straight in the eyes and I can just tell that he's hurt by me going back to Deucalion again.

"Because I still don't think we can beat Jennifer without their help," I shrug my shoulders, averting eye contact with Isaac. I get a sinking feeling in my chest that the kiss from before means nothing to him anymore and that if we carry on the way we are going, we're not going to last much longer. I can't let Isaac go. Not again.

Allison turns to Deaton for help. "They trust you more than anyone," she says, adamant to persuade us - and by us, I mean Scott - not to go back to Deucalion. "Tell them that they're wrong."

"I'm not so sure they are," Deaton replies to Allison, collectively and honestly. "Circumstances like this sometimes require that you align yourself with people you'd usually consider enemies."

"So we're just going to trust him, the guy that calls himself 'death, destroyer of worlds'? We're going to trust that guy?" Isaac asks Deaton, still looking in my direction. 

"I wouldn't trust him, no," Deaton shakes his head, trying to make his point a lot more clear. "But you could use him to your advantage. Deucalion may be your enemy. But he may also be the bait." We all stand in silence. It's so quiet I can hear the cogs turning behind everyone's eyes. The silence is broken by the bell of the front door ringing.

Deaton heads to the doorway to see who it is. "I'm looking for Lydia," I hear a familiar voice state, before even being spoken to. It clicks as to who is at the door and I furrow my brows. I follow the path Deaton took to get to the doorway to see Ethan stood behind the front desk.

"What do you want?" Lydia asks, coming up from behind me. 

"I need your help," Ethan replies to her, looking at no one but her. 

"With what?" I question, intervening in the conversation, not very fond of where it is heading. Ethan's gaze moves over to my eye line.

"Stopping my brother and Kali," Ethan replies, pausing for a moment. I look into his eyes and see a genuine worry in them. He takes a breath in to continue. "From killing Derek."

"And how are you planning on doing that, hot shot?" Stiles asks him, raising his brows and crossing his hands over his chest.

"Currently, their plan is to have the element of surprise," Ethan begins, "and we're going to take that away from them by telling Derek."

"The plan is to snitch on them, so to speak?" I question and Ethan sheepishly nods his head. "Oh, that's easy, I've had a whole life worth of practice on snitching - Scott being the snitchee."

"It's not easy," Ethan snaps. "You're in an alliance with Deucalion now, if you go against him or anyone in his pack, that's it - you're dead."

***

"Just grab anything," Scott says over the phone, to Stiles, as we leave the elevator with Allison and Isaac. We are heading to Allison's place to find something of her Dad's so that we can track him by scent. "Stiles, I'm not smelling your Dad's boxers. Socks? Okay, I'll smell the socks."

"What about me?" Isaac asks Allison, so he could track down Chris. Allison unlocked the door and entered her apartment. 

"See what you can find in my Dad's closet," she replies. "Something with a strong scent." She opens the door to one of the rooms and comes to an immediate halt. 

"Quite an arsenal your father's got here, young lady," I hear a familiar voice say. It belongs to my own father. Scott pushes past me to see him through the doorway. "Scott."

"What are you doing here?" He asks our Dad with confusion and disgust laced in his words. 

"Following one of the only leads I have," he answers. I don't want him to know I'm here, so I stay back with Isaac. I grab his hand, lacing my fingers in his. He has a protective aura around him, almost like he doesn't want anything bad happening to me. "Now, since I don't know where you've been, why don't you take a seat? We can talk. You too, Kayden, Isaac."

Isaac and I look at each other in confusion. How the hell could he have known we are stood out here. We hesitantly walk into view, still hand in hand. He is stood up, in the middle of two other guys I have never seen before in my life. "How do you know my name?" Isaac questions him, slightly spooked. 

"Your name is one of the few things I know," he tells him. "Along with the fact you're dating my daughter. To be honest, the rest of what's going on around here has me stumbling in the dark, even over the smallest clue."

"If you're trying to tell me that you don't have a clue, I learned that a long time ago," Scott says, stepping into the room.

"I'm really hoping to avoid the embarrassment of dragging my own children into an interrogation room," he replies to Scott. "Really hoping." The four of us all stand in silence. I want to come up with some witty remark about how he thinks he has the right to call us his children when he hasn't made the effort for the past god knows how many years - but I decide against it as this is a serious matter. We all are suspects for sacrificial serial killings. "All of you need to take a seat."

Scott, Allison, and I quickly sit down in the leftover seats, leaving Isaac with no choice but to perch on the edge of my chair, keeping his feet sturdy to the ground, to keep his balance. My Dad paces in front of the desk with weapons laid out in front of him. "I'm not going to lie," he begins, as Isaac reaches into his pocket for a mint. "I'm more than a little disturbed, not only by the number of missing parents, but the fact it's Stiles' father, your father, and your mother." He points to Allison, Scott, and me.

"Mine are both dead," Isaac states, holding his hand up, with a mint stuck in between his thumb and forefinger. He quickly pops the mint into his mouth - not breaking eye contact with my father - as if challenging him. 

"Save the cliched teenage apathy for your high school teachers," my Dad rapidly, raising a brow at the boy next to me. "The three of you know more than you're saying, and I'm fully willing to keep you here all night if I have to."

"You can't keep us here," Scott replies to him.

"Actually, yes I can," my father retorts, trying to be right, when he knows he is, in fact, incorrect.

"Actually, no, you can't," I challenge him, standing up. "Remember that law enforcement class that you forced me to take? I learned a lot from it - like the laws on the interrogation of a minor. We don't have to talk to you without supervision from a parent or a lawyer because you don't have a warrant," I state, confidently. "And before you say anything, you don't actually class as parental supervision as you don't live with us and we only see you once a year - if at all."

"I've got a desk full of probable cause," he answers, gazing among the weaponry in front of him. "I don't need a warrant."

Allison grimaces, standing up. "My father is a highly respected private security consultant and federally-licensed firearms dealer. That means he has to own a few weapons." She walks up to the desk and points at a crossbow. "Like this 175-pound draw tactical crossbow. Or this carbon steel Marine combat knife. Fifty AE Desert Eagle." My mouth drops at her knowledge of all these weapons. She picks up something metal - with a tin can appearance. "A smoke grenade with a pull ring igniter." 

Swiftly, she pulls the ring and throws it on the floor by my father's feet. She grabs Scott and me by the arm and drags us out. I grab Isaac's jacket and he follows us out as we all begin running. We jump in Allison's car - bar Scott, who climbs on his motorcycle - and we head to the preserve.

Isaac and I are sat in the back, with Allison driving but the silence in the car is very awkward. "You okay?" Isaac finally speaks up, turning to face me. I nod my head at him, trying to prove my father doesn't bother me when in actual fact this whole situation makes me want to dig my own grave and bury myself alive. "You don't look it." He sighs, putting his arm around me. I rest my head against him and continue to ignore his concerns.

"I'm just worried about my Mom, that's all," I shrug off, trying not to bring any attention to myself. He grabs my hand, lacing his fingers between mine and forces a smile on his face. He knows I'm lying. He knows this is about my Dad.

We pull up outside the reserve and Scott gets off his motorcycle, while Allison, Isaac, and I climb out of her car. "You okay?" Allison questions Scott, about the whole thing that just happened with Dad.

"I didn't know what to say to him," Scott replies, immediately, almost like he had been thinking about it all the way here. "I couldn't come up with anything but what you did, that was awesome."

Isaac checks his phone and I watch him, waiting to see if Stiles has sent anything. "I still haven't got anything from Stiles. You?" Isaac speaks up, putting his phone back in his pocket. 

"I don't get it," Scott shakes his head, in confusion.

"Alright," Isaac nods his head. "Well, we can't wait for him. Come on." With that, he leads the way out into the preserve. No one speaks at all until we get to the lookout point. I look all the way over Beacon Hills and shiver at the cold wind hitting my skin. Isaac hands me his jacket and scarf, to keep me warm. 

"Cutting it a little close, aren't we, Scott?" Sounds a familiar voice from behind us. We all turn around to see the blind alpha, Deucalion. 

"We got a little delayed," Scott excuses himself. "Where are the others?" 

"Occupying themselves with other pursuits," Deucalion bluntly replies, shifting his weight from one foot to another. His blood red eyes send a shiver down my spine, even now.

"So it's just us three against her?" I question Deucalion, furrowing my brows together. I didn't like the sound of that. It sounded like a suicide mission. 

Deucalion must have sensed the uncertainty in my voice as he smirks to himself. "I think you'll be surprised what a good team we'll make," he answers. I turn my head to Scott, who's eyes are already fixed on mine. We both know this is a bad idea. But there is no other way. We have to do this.

Scott's eyes drift from mine, and instead, hover over Isaac's. "Okay, get Stiles and get to the root cellar, okay?" He presses Isaac and Allison. I can tell both Isaac and Allison were slightly worried as their heart rates increase. "We'll keep Jennifer away long enough for you to get them out of there."

The features on Isaac's face stiffens. "How are you going to do that?" He questions Scott, his eyes filling up with worry for mine and my brother's safety.

Scott doesn't go into details and only tells him, "I have a plan." I don't know the plan, and I'm pretty certain Deucalion doesn't know either, so Scott would have to explain everything later on.

"We haven't got time to waste, so everybody needs to hold up their part in this operation and get to it," Deucalion orders us all. It's only at that moment I realize why he is the Alpha of Alphas. He has a voice of authority that no one wants to undermine.

Isaac places a kiss on my forehead before getting in the car with Allison and speeding off. Deucalion begins to walk off, so Scott and I follow him. We don't walk for much longer before we reach a warehouse. We stopped at the door and Deucalion clutches his white cane before breaking the unbearable silence we have fallen in. "You said you had a plan?" Deucalion states in a questioning tone.

Scott nods his head, turning his gaze to the blind Alpha. "On the first day of class, Jennifer sent all of us a text message," Scott begins. I think back to that very class, trying to remember what the text was about. "It was the last line from Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness," he mentions, making me remember the very line. The offing was barred by a black bank of clouds, and the tranquil waterway leading to the uttermost ends of the earth flowed somber under an overcast sky – seemed to lead into the heart of an immense darkness. "I have a message of my own to send her."

I scrunch my face up at the lack of specificity in his plan, but I decide to let it go. We have bigger problems to worry about and Scott will know what he is doing. He pulls out his phone and begins recording. "You see this symbol?" He questions, pointing the camera to a spiral engraved in the metal - obviously from the claws of a werewolf. "It's a symbol of revenge. You talk about balance, about saving people. We know what you really want. And now you know where to find us." With that, he ends the video, sending it to Jennifer.

It's not long before we soon see a figure approaching the warehouse. Jennifer. The closer the figure gets, the more convinced I am that I see another figure approaching alongside her. Derek. The two enter the abandoned warehouse and I shake my head at Derek. "What are you doing?" Scott speaks up, disappointment in his tone. 

Derek sighs, looking Scott and me in the eyes. "This might be hard to believe but I'm actually trying to help you," he replies. How in the hell is he helping?

"Ooh," Deucalion muses. "Like brother against brother. How very American this is." He pauses, before folding up his white cane. "Are you ready, Jennifer? Did you gather your herbs? Pray to your ancient gods and your oak trees? Slit a baby's throat, perhaps?" I can tell Deucalion is getting what he wants by riling her up. "Shall we show them why you needed to sacrifice nine innocent people just to face me?" Deucalion slowly shifts into his wolf form as he walks closer and closer to Jennifer. "Or is it 12 now?" 

He lunges at Jennifer, and Scott pulls me back.  Derek also shifts, his blue eyes glowing brightly on his face. He jumps in front of Jennifer, ready to fight Deucalion. He swings his right arm around to scratch Deucalion, but his reflexes are too quick and he catches Derek's arm with his hand. Derek tries again, with his other arm, but the same happens. Deucalion fights Derek's strength and pulls down his arms, chuckling in his face, smugly. 

Jennifer makes her way slowly around, pushing her hands towards Deucalion's chest, failing to do much damage. Deucalion laughs at Jennifer and releases Derek's arms to grab them by their throats and lift them in the air. He throws the two to the floor. While Jennifer hits the floor, Derek lands flat on his feet, swinging his hand at Deucalion again. Once again he fails, with Deucalion sending him flying into a pile of stray tires. 

Jennifer runs at Deucalion again, but he hits her in the face, stunning her, before sending her flying also. Her head sharply hits the floor and I feel the pain -  despite it not being from the curse. I am that shocked by the scene unraveling before me, I don't even notice Deucalion walking up to Jennifer. He picks her up by the back of the neck and drags her in front of Scott, dropping her to her knees. "Kill her," Deucalion orders him, looking him straight in the eye. "Do it," he orders again when Scott does not reply.

Scott still doesn't move, looking Jennifer dead in the eyes. Deucalion's patience dwindles by the second, causing him to let out a loud roar. I cover my ears and lean forward a bit, pained by the noise hitting my eardrums. Scott drops to the floor and when I look to my left, I see him in his wolf form. "Now kill her," he demands again. "Your parents are dying. That storm you hear? She's burying them alive. It's her connection to the telluric currents. Kill her and it ends." 

The more Scott fights it, the more Deucalion persuades. The more he persuades, the more the naive version of myself is convinced that killing her is the best option. "It won't end," Jennifer defends herself. "Not with me. He'll have you kill everyone you love. It's what he does."

"They're dying Scott," Deucalion adds on. "Your mother, and the parents of your best friends. Kill her now and it's over. Become the Alpha you're meant to be. Become a killer."

Scott slow lifts his head up at Deucalion. "They're not dead yet."

Deucalion laughs to himself once more. "And who's going to save them? Your friends?"

Scott stands up and looks Deucalion in the eyes before letting his own glow the golden, amber hue. "My pack," he corrects Deucalion. This clearly angers him and he runs over to Scott, making me yelp out of reflex. 

He grabs Scott's arm and the back of his neck before pulling him towards Jennifer. "Maybe, you just need a little guidance," Deucalion says, clearly seething.

Scott takes a deep breath in before turning his head to Deucalion. "I forgot to tell you something, something that Gerard told me," he mentions before Deucalion manages to do anything too rash. " 'Deucalion isn't always blind'." My eyes drift to Scott's hand, pulling out something from his pocket. My eyes widen when I realize it's the bullets Argent uses to stun werewolves with a bright light, so I cover my eyes quickly. Just as my arm covers my face, I hear the sound of them crashing against the floor.

I open my eyes and everyone there seems a little dazed. The lighting had changed to a slight orange tinge. "The eclipse," Deucalion mumbles in his regular voice. He has shifted back. I look over to Scott and Derek - they also have shifted back. "It's started."

All the words I can muster up are, "oh, no." I look around and I see no sight of Jennifer. Only a few moments pass by before I see her emerging from the dark shadows outside. When she comes a little closer, I see her face. Her real face. She screams, pushing her arms outwards and causing Scott and me to be swept off our feet and hitting the wall behind us. Deucalion stumbles backward and Jennifer doesn't hesitate to attack. She pushes him to the floor and hits his head against the concrete, leaving a pool of blood behind. 

"Jennifer," Derek speaks up, making his way over to her, cautiously. She stops abruptly and looks up at Derek. "He doesn't know."

"Know what?" She shrieks at him, causing me to flinch. 

"What you really look like," Derek elaborates, with sympathy pooled in his eyes. I don't see how he can be sympathetic to such a monster. She's killed, innocent people. She glances down at Deucalion, who is wincing in pain in a pool of his own blood. "He knows the cost of bringing Kali into his pack. But he's never seen the price you paid."

Jennifer stands in silence for a few moments before shaking her head at Derek. "No. No, he hasn't," her hoarse voice speaks. She kneels down beside him and places her hands over his eyes. Surely, she can't be powerful enough to restore his sight, right? Deucalion begins screaming out in pain and convulsing before Jennifer removes her hand from his face. The screaming stops and his eyes flutter open. 

I stand, staring, with my jaw hanging low. Deucalion's head falls to the side, taking in his surroundings for the first time in years. "Turn to me," Jennifer demands Deucalion. He doesn't do anything, clearly astounded by finally having the ability to see again. "Turn to me!" She yells at him. He finally does as she asks and turns his head to look at her. His eyes widen in shock, staring at the woman shaking and hyperventilating in anger. A few seconds pass by before she is back to her 'normal' persona. She throws her arm down to hit him with her powers, but she just stumbles backward. "What is this?"

Derek catches her before she can fall to the floor. "Healing him made you weak," Derek explains to her. "Just like healing Cora did to me." Everything is adding up now. He is trying to help. "You won't have your strength for at least a few minutes."

Jennifer breathes heavily and nods her head. "Then you do it," she tells him. That does not sound good to me. Scott's head snaps in my direction, and I just shrug my shoulders. I thought he was trying to help. Maybe I shouldn't be so naive. "Kill him."

Derek smiles down at her and pauses for a few seconds. "No," he replies. A feel a wave of relief pass over me and I audibly exhale sharply. 

Jennifer's features begin to lace with betrayal and disbelief. "What?" She questions him, still in his arms.

Derek's frame tenses up before he speaks again. "Like my mother used to say, I'm a predator, but I don't have to be a killer," he tells Jennifer. I feel my heart quicken at Derek finally opening up about his family. He never really spoke about his Mom before now. His hand grips around her neck and he looks her dead in the eyes. "Let them go."

Jennifer fights back and pushes him to the floor before hitting him across the face three times. She stops after the third and looks him in the eyes. "Derek," she whispers, tears brimming in her eyes. She opens her mouth to say something but shakes away the tears filling her eyes and begins to walk away. Derek musters up all the strength he can before pushing himself up off the floor. 

She turns just as he goes to fight back. She pushes him back against a wooden wall behind them, trying to hold back his fighting for as long as possible. I fight every urge in my body to break them up. I can't fight back - the eclipse renders me useless. The lighting swiftly changes back to how it was and Derek's eyes glow a bright crystal blue. "Your fifteen minutes are up," he announces, pushing her back to the floor.

Scott and I dash to her, trying to make sure she doesn't escape. Just to our luck, she throws up a handful of mountain ash, neatly compiling in a circle around her. "Like I told you, Derek," she spits at him, sending him daggers as she spoke. "Either you or the parents." We all stand around in silence, fearing her next moves. Or at least I am. "Well, I guess I'll just have to take them now. In a few minutes, they'll be dead and I won't need a lunar eclipse even to kill a Demon Wolf." 

Silence echoes around the room, once more. Scott puts his hands up in front of his chest, getting ready to break through the circle of mountain ash. "You've tried this before, Scott. I don't remember you having much success." Jennifer laughs in his face. Scott ignores her and starts pushing through the barrier.

"Scott," I warn him, not wanting him to get hurt. Of course, he ignores me and carries on pushing. "Scott, you're going to get yourself killed!" He continues to ignore me so I exhale sharply and go to join in. I push my hands against the invisible barrier and feel the tingling feeling in my hands. A pair of hands pull me away and I try fighting against them. "Derek, get off me, he's going to get himself hurt!"

Derek pushes me to the floor and shakes his head. "You're not getting yourself hurt, Kayden," he tells me. The authority in his voice keeps me sitting on the floor. I feel tears filling my eyes, watching Scott trying to push his way through. He pushes harder, managing to get one hand over the line of mountain ash. His eyes glow the familiar golden, amber hue as a tear falls down each of my cheeks. I keep my eyes locked on Scott, watching the pain he is enduring to get through the barrier for Mom, Argent and Stiles' Dad. His eyes quickly turn into a blood red, making my eyes widen, again. True Alpha.

He pushes his left foot over the line of mountain ash, Jennifer's face filling with fear. I turn to look at Derek and his eyes are wide with shock. Scott pushes a little harder and gets his other leg over the barrier, breaking the circle. Jennifer falls to the floor, hitting her head sharply on the way down. She quickly sits up, looking at my brother. "How did you do that?" She asks him, in shock. 

Scott looks down at her, squinting his eyes. "I'm an Alpha now," he bluntly replies. "Whatever you're doing to cause the storm, make it stop, or I'll kill you myself. I don't care what it does to the color of my eyes."

"It won't change the color of mine," Deucalion growls from behind us, quickly emerging towards her. "So allow me." He swipes his claws across his neck, making her cry out in pain. She splutters for a breath before falling to the floor. The storm quickly stops and I look around. It's over. It's finally over. I pull out my phone and dial Stiles' number. "Kayden."

"Hey," I sigh out in relief. "You okay?" I ask him, worried about them all. I look at Scott, who is listening in to the phone call. 

"Yeah, we're okay," Stiles tells me, Scott and I visually relaxing our whole body. "We're all okay. How about you? Are you and Scott okay?"

I look around at Scott and Derek and knit my brows together. "Sort of," I say, knowing one of us would explain what happened to him. 

Stiles pauses for a few moments. "Well, you think you can come get us?" 

I nod my head. "Yeah, of course."

"Great. Okay, um - bring a ladder," he tells me, laughter erupts from his side of the phone call. My heart quickens at the sound of Isaac's. He's okay. Everyone's okay. 

***

Derek and Cora are leaving town. I honestly don't know if he's coming back. Part of me hopes he does come back. But another part of me hopes that he'll be okay somewhere else. Dad doesn't look like he's going to be leaving any time soon. But just because he's staying doesn't mean Scott and I welcome him. 

Scott and Stiles still feel it every day, just like Deaton said they would. Scott told me whenever he feels it, it reminds him of that quote that Jennifer used to start her class. It's like he's looking 'into the heart of an immense darkness'. I'm not sure about Stiles, but Scott seems to be coping okay. Stiles tries to hide his demons a lot, and sometimes it's hard for me to decipher how he's feeling, but he says he's okay.

When we went back into the distillery, Jennifer's body had disappeared. Part of me hopes she found peace somewhere. Without justifying her actions, she had been through a lot in her past and she was just trying to end her drowning so she could move on from her past and live in peace. I hope she at least is resting in peace. 

Isaac. I'm not sure what's going on with us, anymore. I have a slight suspicion something is going on with him and Allison, but I can't be angry about it because we're not back together yet. Sometimes I even debate with myself if he's even worth the pain I'm putting myself through waiting around for him. Of course, I still choose him. It's always him. It always will be. Even if that means not being with him.

That leaves one last thing. The Curse. I'm still terrified about what I'm going to lose. I don't think I can handle losing anything more than what I have recently. I don't want to have to put my life on hold forever, waiting around for the day I lose someone that means the world to me. I can't. Not now. Not ever.

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Okay... SO... Hi...

Yes, I am fully aware it has nearly been a full year since I updated this god damn book, but I literally lost so much motivation for this book until I rewatch a certain season of Teen Wolf and I fell back in love with the plot I came up with (it's a long way to go until I get to that specific point but I've still got things I'm looking forward to).

I missed Kayden and Teen Wolf so much, you actually have no idea. We're finally at the end of 3A which means............ 3B Void Stiles!!!!

Now that Scott is an Alpha, it means something very important to Kayden's plot so remember this for the next chapter. Please and thank you!!!!!

Literally, you all have no idea what is coming. I have planned out everything to do with Kayden's curse and it ends very soon (ish). And for everybody who may be speculating, I'm going to tell you now, Allison is not who is going to be the biggest thing Kayden loses. 

Malia is coming in for this season and I can't wait to have a relationship between her and Kayden. Also, it is something for Stiles and Kayden to bond over in the future - getting Malia as human as possible. I feel like I need to get their bond built back up for some reason, so that is my plan. Anyway, hope you enjoyed 3A, and let's get on with 3B!