Isaac sits in front of me, waiting patiently for my outburst; which is due to happen very soon. I hold back my anger and sadness as much as I can to try and have a civil conversation with him. "Before we start, I'm not mad. I'm annoyed but not mad." I sigh, sitting down on the edge of the couch.

Isaac stays quiet like he is pleading for me to continue. "I know you're upset about Boyd, I am too. Even though I wasn't as close as the two of you were, I just feel something inside me, like I am linked to him. I - I don't really know how to describe it, but it's definitely something - like I've lost a part of myself but not to a great extent."

Isaac still doesn't say anything, he has been sat in the same position for a while now - his head hanging low, not looking up from his feet. "It's not just Boyd either, Isaac. It's this whole curse thing. I still haven't come to grips with it just yet, I don't want to lose you." I pause, hoping he will answer me. He continues his silence. "But I can't help starting to feel like I already am."

"You're not losing me," he finally speaks up, voice low-pitched and almost inaudible, but I knew exactly what he said. He exhales sharply before standing up, "Listen, I love you. I care about you a lot. I have done for a long time. Practically a year by now, but you just need to understand I have lost someone in my pack, it hurts; it hurts a lot. I need a little more time."

"So, we're breaking up?" I ask him, reluctantly, fearing the answer might just crush the little hope I have left in me. My eyes start to prickle, and that is when he decides to answer.

"Not exactly," he shrugs, not even certain that this is what he wants. "It's just a little break, I guess." I try so hard to fight back the tears, but they just slide down my cheeks, nonetheless. "Don't cry," he hushes me, holding me in his arms, only I don't hug back. "I just need a break, who knows, we could be back together by the end of the week."

"Or not get back together again, like Scott and Allison," I sniff, wiping the few drops of tears away, trying to toughen up again. I need to stop crying so much, it makes me feel weak. Isaac stops dead still at my comment and shakes his head, leaving the living room to go back upstairs, into his room. I hear him close the door gently but throw something across the floor. "Why am I so pessimistic?"

No longer than five minutes after the conversation with Isaac, I get a text from Lydia.

Mystery Inc #2

Scream Queen (lydiartin): School ASAP

Biles (sstilinski24): Coming

Katniss #2 (celestineaargent): Need a lift

Biles (sstilinski24): Be there in like three minutes

Me: On our way, Lyds

Babezz (isaac.l) has left the group chat.

Scott runs downstairs with our helmets, throwing me mine and putting on his jacket to leave the house. Without a word to each other the whole way, we arrive at the school, pulling up in the parking lot the same time as Stiles and Allison.

"Where is she?" Stiles asks us all, getting out of the jeep.

"Over here," she calls out. We all make our way over to her, grimacing at the news to come. "It's the same thing. Same thing as the pool. I got into the car, heading somewhere totally different, and ended up here." She turns to Stiles. "And you told me to call you if there's a dead body."

"You found a dead body?" I question, my voice being a lot louder than expected.

"Not yet," she shakes her head.

" 'Not yet'? What do you mean 'not yet'?" Stiles speaks up. "Lydia, you're supposed to call me after you find the dead body."

"Oh no," she shakes her head again. "I'm not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on."

"How are we supposed to find the dead body?" Stiles groans, waving his arms around, getting all flustered. "You're always the one finding the dead body.

"Guys," Scott says, I thought he meant to cut it out but he had strayed a few meters away from us and was staring in the other direction. "I found the dead body." I look beyond him and see a woman laying dead on the BHHS sign, blood dripping from her body down to the ground - leaving a horrific pool of blood below.

***

"Idioms, analogies, metaphors, and similes. All tools the writer uses to tell their story," Ms. Blake explains to the class, walking around the class at a slow, yet constant and steady pace. She peeks at Lydia's notebook to see an intricate drawing of a tree. "Lydia, I wasn't aware you had so many hidden talents."

"You and every guy I've ever dated," she smiles up at her sarcastically, her eyes crinkling. 

"Well, that was an idiom, by the way," Ms. Blake says, trying to relate it back to the topic. "Idioms are something of a secret to the people who know the language or the culture. They're phrases that only make sense if you know keywords.  Saying 'jump the gun' is meaningful only if you know about the starting gun in a race or a phrase like 'seeing the whole board'."

"Like chess," Stiles inputs, his expression still blank and staring straight ahead of him.

"That's right, Stiles," Ms. Blake praises him, smiling fondly down at her student in pride. "Do you play?"

"No, my father does," he replies, looking up at her this time. 

Ms. Blake smiles at him once more before continuing. "Now, when does an idiom become a cliche?" 

Scott leans over my desk to talk to Stiles, sat on the other side of me. "I think I can get to Ethan. I'm pretty sure I can make him talk," Scott whispers, even though if Ms. Blake turns around, she will be able to see perfectly well that he is not paying any attention. 

"What do you wanna do that for?" I ask him, knitting my eyebrows together in a mix of confusion and disgust. I don't like either of the twins. I dislike Aiden more than I dislike Ethan, but I still don't like him. Stiles nods in agreement, pointing the end of his pen at me like I made a good statement.

"The druids are emissaries, right?" Scott continues. "So what if the darach was an emissary to the Alphas?"

"Okay, first of all, I cannot believe that we've gotten to a point where a sentence like 'What if the darach was an emissary to the Alphas?' actually makes sense to me," Stiles replies, leaning away from his desk slightly to get a little closer to Scott so he can hear him better; despite his acute hearing. "Second of all, we're gonna have a huge problem getting to Ethan."

"What's that?" Scott shrugs his shoulders like the answer isn't clear enough. 

"Going through Aiden," I say, in a hushed tone. "Ever since he's back in school, they're always together. How are we going to separate them again?" Scott and Stiles both look at each other and I can practically see the lightbulb switch on over their heads. They turn to face Lydia, behind me, and she sighs. 

"What now?"

"We're going to need you to have a makeout session with Aiden," Stiles states, bluntly. "As much as I am against it."

"Not even going to ask," Lydia shakes her head.

***

"Why are you even talking to me?" Ethan asks, holding a textbook in his hand. "I helped kill your friend. How do you know I'm not going to help kill another one?"

"Is he looking at me?" Stiles speaks up, glaring at Ethan in the eye. "Are you threatening me? You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe and shove it up your freaking- "

"Woah, woah, woah, Stiles!" Scott cuts him off. If it were just Stiles and me here, I would have let him continue, merely because I find it satisfies my entertainment needs. "Stiles, okay, we get it."

I sigh, trying to get to the point. "We're talking to you because, as much as it pains me to say this, I know you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again," I say, pausing before reluctantly adding on an extra statement. "And I like you more than your brother - but I still dislike you."

"You don't know what we owe them, especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him. We weren't Alphas," Ethan shakes his head.

"What were you?" Scott asks.

"Omegas. In actual wolf packs, Omegas are the scapegoat, the last to eat, the one who has to take the abuse from the rest of the pack." 

"So you and your brother were like the bitches of the pack?" Stiles, unnecessarily, inputs.

"Something like that."

"What happened?" I question Ethan, in hope I could get some answers without triggering a 'sensitive topic'.

"They were killers. I mean, people talk about us as monsters. Well, they were the ones who gave us our reputation. And our Alpha was the worst of them."

"Why didn't you guys just fight back?" Stiles asks. "Form Voltron Wolf, you know? Kick everyone's asses?"

"We couldn't," Ethan snaps, getting aggravated. "We didn't know how to control it back then. Deucalion taught us and then we fought. We took down the whole pack, one-by-one. And by the time we got to our Alpha, he was begging for his life. Then we tore him apart. Literally."

"What about your emissary?" Scott speaks up, knitting his brows in a straight line. When he doesn't answer, Scott's eyebrows raise in shock. "They're all dead? Kali and Ennis', too?"

"All of them except for Deucalion's," Ethan admits, in full honesty. 

"You mean Morrell?" Stiles questions, folding his arms over his chest and leaning against the school wall. Ethan tries to answer but all that comes out is a grunt in pain. He clutches his chest and I straighten up in slight worry. 

"What? What's wrong? Are you hurt?" I ask, trying to look for any visible damage done to himself. He shakes his head and Scott looks confused - then it clicks. "It's his brother." I feel Scott's pain too, sometimes.

"The locker room," Scott says after listening in for a half a second. We all run to the locker room and find Aiden, his blood oozing from scratches all down his chest hitting Cora around the head with a big, metal weight, causing her to go flying back. Lydia shouts at Aiden to stop but before he can hit her again, Scott grabs one arm, while Ethan grabs the other. 

I kneel down next to Cora and take off my sweater, trying to stop the blood coming from her head. "Aiden! You can't do this!" Ethan screams at him in anger and disapproval.

"She came at me!" He yells back, staring down at her in my lap. If looks could kill, we'd both be dead right there and then.

"It doesn't matter! Kali gave Derek until the next full moon, you can't touch him or her," Ethan argues, making Aiden shut up. I send a shadow of a smile to Ethan before he grabs Aiden's arm and tugs him away. 

"Hey guys, I think she's pretty hurt," Stiles says, softly, when he sees that she still hasn't stopped bleeding and she groans quietly. She slowly stands up, with the help of Lydia and Stiles, and walks to the mirror with my, now, bloody sweater. "You okay?"

"She doesn't look okay," Lydia shakes her head, watching her reflection deal with her wound. 

"I'll heal," she stubbornly states. She starts to walk back but it turns into a stumble, so I help her catch her balance again, only for her to flinch away from me. "I said I'm fine."

"Do you realize how suicidally crazy that was?" I ask her, not knowing if she actually knew or whether she had no clue at all. "What were you thinking going after him?"

"I did it for Boyd," she snaps, turning to face me. I mentally wince just looking at her blood covered forehead. "None of you were doing anything." 

"We're trying," I tell her, soothingly. 

"And you're failing," she scoffs, rolling her eyes at me. "You're just a bunch of stupid teenagers running around, thinking that you can stop people from getting killed. But all you do is show up late. All you really do is find the bodies."

With that, she walks away, causing Scott, Stiles, Lydia and me to look at each other and wonder; is what she saying really true? Do we not help in any way at all? Are we just a bunch of stupid teenagers?

***

"Hey Mom, it's me, uh I just wanted to ask you for some advice about Isaac and me. Call me back when you get this," I say down the phone, ending the call when I finish the voicemail. I am sat in an empty classroom, getting some homework done while I can. I, all of a sudden, get an urge to get up, like a metal being pulled into a magnet. I slowly walk out of the classroom and into the corridor. 

I eventually stop at room 2 and look at the number. I let out an ear piercing scream before dropping to the floor and covering my head. When I stop screaming, I look up. Everyone around me looks at me in fright. A few seconds later, Ms. Blake comes out of her classroom and worry is glassed in her eye. "Kayden, what's the matter?" She panics.

"I - I don't kn-" I start before being cut off by yet another scream. She runs to the source of the scream so I follow. It leads into another classroom, with Lydia staring at the chalkboard with five rings overlapping; like a Venn diagram. In one of the circles, a two is written in.

"He's gone, he's been taken," Lydia shakily splutters. "Mr. Westover has been kidnapped."

"Two," I mutter to myself. Room two, two written in the five-fold knot, two people taken. Aiden walks past the door and does a double-take when he sees Lydia on the verge of tears. Lydia explains what happens and how she walked into the classroom and wrote the two on the board then screamed. 

"How does that mean he's missing?" Ms. Blake questions Lydia, probably mentally questioning her sanity, also. "And why did you scream?" She turns to me this time.

"I - I saw - a spider?" I say, very unconvincingly. She doesn't even buy it, I can tell. I feel like she knows things, more than she should. After what she saw on the night of Boyd's death, I'd of thought she would be running for the hills; she just seems too calm for everything that's happened.

More people start crowding at the door and I sigh, trying to understand everything that's happening. "I don't get why no one's calling the police," Lydia shakes her head in disbelief.

"They're gonna make an announcement over the P.A," Ms. Blake replies, trying to stay calm.

I exhale sharply and rake my hand through my hair. "But that's not going to do anything!" I yell. "We told you. He's gone! Like the others, taken."

Ms. Blake lets out a shaky breath and speaks again. "Okay, look. We're just trying to understand, okay?" She explains. "All we know is that Mr. Westover didn't show up for class."

"And the last time that happened was Mr. Harris," Lydia scoffs. "Has anyone seen him recently?"

"He's gone," I say, walking over to the chalkboard and pointing to the two that Lydia wrote on it. "And he's going to be the second murder."

"But, Kayden, Lydia wrote that number," Ms. Blake tells me, sending me a look of softness and content. 

"Okay, fine," Lydia speaks up, letting go of Aiden's arm. "I'm psychic."

"You're psychic?" Ms. Blake laughs, but not in a way of humor or out of spite or rudeness; it seems more like a laugh of confusion more than anything. 

"I'm something!" She screams, getting frustrated that she won't believe her. I actually get startled at her outburst and flinch a little. 

"Look, I think you should leave. You can't talk about this until the authorities arrive," another teacher tells us, sending us and the rest of the students on their way. 

"A deputy, then a teacher," Ethan says to Scott and me. "What's the pattern?"

"I don't know," Scott shrugs his shoulders.

Mystery Inc #2

Me: Mr. Westover missing

Katniss#2 (celestineaargent) added isaac.l in the group chat

Katniss#2 (celestineaargent): Me and Isaac are on it

I end up looking for Stiles and when I find him, he seems a bit off. "Stiles, what's going on?" I question him, disliking being out of the loop. He stops biting his nails and shakes his head while shrugging his shoulders. "Stiles, I'm not stupid. What is going on?"

"I'm going home to tell my Dad about everything," he explains, biting his nails again. He is really nervous for this and frankly; I don't blame him. With everything that I went through with my Mom, I'm not surprised he's in such a state. "Cora said she'd help me, are you in?"

"Yeah, of course, anything to help," I nod, agreeing to whatever chaos is to come. I can just tell it's either going to go really well or really bad. "Also, how about we stick to me being just a werewolf and not anything about the curse. We don't need to confuse him."

"Yeah, that still confuses me, so you can be normal for the day," he agrees, being a bit on edge. "Well, as normal as a werewolf gets, anyway." We get Cora and arrive at his house and his Dad is already there, ready to hear an explanation about everything going on in his town and why he hasn't been able to solve many cases of deaths or on the official report 'animal attacks'. Maybe it will take the edge off why he can't solve them.

Stiles starts pacing in his room, while Cora and I sit on the bed. Mr. Stilinski stands by his desk with his arms folded tightly over his chest as he watches his son wasting time. "Okay, okay, okay, okay," Stiles mutters to himself. He stops in his tracks and clicks his fingers. "Yes, okay." He takes a step closer to him and shakes his head. "No..."

"Stiles?" Mr. Stilinski speaks up, trying to stop him from pacing back and forth and tell him why he called us all here.

"Dad, I'm sorry, okay?" Stiles starts. "I'm just - I'm trying to - I'm just trying to figure out how to start here."

"Stiles, remember, just keep it simple," I speak up from where I am sat and Stiles nods, turning back to his Dad.

"Hey, I don't have this kind of time," he shakes his head at his son. 

Stiles nods and take in a deep breath. "Uh, for the last year, you've had all these cases that you couldn't figure out, right? I mean, all the murders involving Kate Argent, and Matt killing all those people who drowned him, and all these murders right now. It's like - like you're playing a losing game."

"Stiles, the last thing I need right now is a job performance review from my own son," Sheriff Stilinski raises his voice slightly. He didn't yell, his voice was just a little louder than before. He is getting slightly aggravated by his son 'wasting time'.

"I know," Stiles mutters, rubbing his forehead, trying to work out the best way to explain. "Okay, see, but that's just it, Dad." He walks to the other side of his room and grabs his chess board, bringing it over to his desk. "The reason you're losing the game is that you've never been able to see the whole board." He opens up the chess board and starts to set up all the pieces. "I need to show you the whole board."

After a while of explaining, Sheriff starts to get confused. "Scott, Kayden and Derek are werewolves?" He asks, with a look of annoyance on his face.

"Yes." Stiles nods.

"And Kate Argent was a werewolf?"

"Hunter," Stiles corrects, holding up the purple sticky notes. "That's - Purple's hunter."

"Along with Allison and her father," Cora adds, agreeing with Stiles, trying to make the situation better. 

"Yeah," Mr. Stilinski whispers. "And my friend Deaton, the veterinarian, is a Kanima?"

"No, no, no, no, no," Stiles says really fast and shaking his head. "He's a druid, okay?" 

"No, we think he's a druid. We don't know for sure yet," I correct Stiles and Stilinski looks at me in confusion and irritation. 

"So, who's the Kanima?"

"Jackson," Stiles replies, as if it is the obvious answer. 

"No, Jackson's a werewolf," Stilinski shakes his head and pointing to the chess pieces.

"Jackson was a Kanima first, then Derek and Peter killed him and he came back to life as a werewolf," I elaborate, taking a pause before adding. "Now he's in London."

"Who's the Darack?"

"It's 'Darach'," Stiles enunciates, dropping his jaw really low while sounding it out. 

"We don't know yet," Cora steers the conversation back on topic, placing her hands on her lap. 

Stiles points to Cora. "We don't know yet," he repeats, still looking at his Dad in a hope he would believe us. 

"But he was killed by werewolves?"

"Slashed up and left for dead," Stiles nods.

"We think," Cora and I say again, showing we don't know everything about our current situation, which is why we need Stilinski's help. 

"We think," Stiles repeats again, pointing over to us. "Yeah."

Stilinski sighs and sits back in his seat, taking everything in. I don't think he's going to ask anymore questions. This clearly can't go into more of a trainwreck than it already has. "Why was Jackson the Kanima?" Okay, I was wrong. It can get worse. 

"Because sometimes the shape that you take reflects the person that you are," Stiles explains, chewing on the end of a pen. 

"And what shape would an increasingly confused and angrier-by-the-second father take?" He questions, proving me wrong even more. This is a complete trainwreck.

"That would be more of an expression," Stiles replies, examining his Dad's features. "Like the one you're currently wearing."

"Yeah," Stilinski nods, standing up to leave Stiles' room.

"Dad, I can prove it, okay?" Stiles tells him, standing in his path and pointing to Cora. "She's one of them. A werewolf."

"Stiles. Stiles!" He yells, pointing in his face. "That's enough."

"Dad, can you please just hold on?" Stiles begs. He turns to Cora and me. "Are you ready?" The two of us stand up and I try to glow my eyes, but it doesn't work. I face Stile and Cora, shaking my head. "All right, Dad, just watch this." We all watch Cora as her eyes roll to the back of her head and she drops to the floor. I rush to her side and her head falls to the other side, showing a big patch of blood where she landed.

"Call an ambulance."

***

"It's philosophers," Scott says down the phone to Stiles. I listen in and wait expectantly. "As in teachers. Allison and her father just found Mr. Westover."

"That makes sense," Stiles agrees. "Tara, she wasn't always a cop. She used to teach middle school."

"Then the last one's going to be another teacher," Scott tells him.

"Yeah, but there's dozens of them Scott, and they're all headed home," Stiles shakes his head, explaining how impossible it will be to protect every single one of them. 

Scott is silent on the line for a few seconds before finally speaking. "No. No, they're not. They're all going to the recital."

I grab the phone from Stiles' hand and speak to Scott. "Scott, I'm on my way now. We're at the hospital with Cora, I'll be like ten minutes tops." I hand the phone back to Stiles and leave the hospital, trying to get to the school in time for the recital. I arrive at the school and find Scott already inside, waiting for it to start. I am about to say something before I notice Lydia on the other side of Scott. "I thought you were going home," I tell her. Scott turns to Lydia, not noticing she was there before. 

"I can't," she shakes her head, staring at everyone tuning up their instruments. She turns to Scott and me. "I don't know why I'm the one who keeps finding the bodies, but maybe if I just stop trying to fight it, I'd find them before it happens, maybe with enough time for someone like you two to do something about it."

"You get us the time, and we'll do something about it," Scott assures her. "I swear to God, we will." Everyone goes quiet as the conductor walks onto the stage. He turns to face the orchestra and the music starts. A few moments later, the doors behind us open. Scott and I turn around to see Isaac and Allison enter the room. Isaac sends me a shadow of a smile before finally looking away. I'm not leaving it at that. 

I approach them and grab Isaac by the hand, pulling him back outside. "Look, it's disrespectful to the people who died for us to be doing this, so I'll make it quick. I still care about you, Isaac. I just need to get my head straight before thinking about our relationship right now. I still have the someone I really care about to lose and that might be you, I want to keep my distance until this is all over."

"You don't know how long that will take," he shakes his head at me. "A week? A month? A year? A decade? You don't know, Kayden, you don't know how long until this is all over. Everybody around you knows the risk of you caring about us, but we have accepted it. Now you need to accept it. You need to face it." With that, he leaves me standing outside, processing every single word he said. 

I hear a faint buzzing sound and I look around me, trying to find out where it's coming from. I walk away from the place I was stood and it only gets louder. I follow the buzzing sound and I end up back in the school hallway. I walk into a dark classroom, with all the lights still off. The last thing I remember seeing is Lydia tied to a chair before I feel a sharp blow to the back of my head and I black out.

I wake up to see Ms. Blake and Lydia talking. "You," I slur my words as I regain conciousness. She turns to face me and smiles.

"Look who's finally awake to see the death of Lydia Martin," she laughs. I feel confused. I'm not entirely sure if I'm still in the school. I look down to see that I am tied to a chair, as well as Lydia. "Oh come on, Kayden, I know you're smarter than that. You know what I am."

"You? You're the Darach," I finally piece together, my sight going back to normal and not blurred anymore.

"Ding, ding, ding, ding," she mocks me, standing up. 

"What are you doing?" Lydia sobs.

"What's necessary," Ms. Blake tells her, walking back towards her chair on the other side of the room. "I'm still surprised that none of you seem to get that. You call them sacrifices, but you're not understanding the word. It's derived from the Latin sacrificium, an offering to a deity, a sacred rite. A necessary evil."

"Stop," Lydia whispers, her head rolling around her neck. I soon notice the blood dripping from her forehead, making me remember I was hit at the back of the head. The memory strikes the pain in my head, feeling like I am being stabbed.

"Oh, I wish I could," Ms. Blake nods her head at Lydia. "But you don't know the Alphas like I do. But you Lydia, you're not a sacrifice. You're just a girl who knows too much. Actually, a girl who knew too much." Lydia gasps as Ms. Blake puts a wire around her neck. Lydia lets out a loud, ear piercing scream and when it hits my ears, I do them same. I feel my scream turn to a roar and I realize I shifted. "Unbelievable. You have no idea what you are, do you?" She tells Lydia. "The wailing woman. A banshee, right before my eyes." Ms. Blake turns to me. "And you, you're a dolorwolf and apparently an Alpha."

"What?" I splutter out. "I'm not an Alpha."

Ms. Blake's eyes light up. "What a rare sighting. A banshee and a true Alpha."

"A true Alpha?" I repeat, remembering having a conversation with Deaton about it. "No, no this can't be happening."

"You're both just like me," she laughs, making me sick to my stomach. "Look like the innocent flower, but be the serpent underneath it. It's too bad, though. And too late." She walks back behind Lydia and starts choking her with the wire around her neck. 

"Stop!" I yell. "Please! Please, just stop it!" 

Ms. Blake doesn't listen to a word I say, just pulls out a knife and puts it to Lydia's throat. "One last philosopher." I close my eyes tightly and cry loud, ugly sobs. 

"Drop it!" A voice booms around the room. I open my eyes to see Mr. Stilinski pointing a gun at my Literature teacher. She throws the knife and it hits his shoulder. The gun drops to the floor and he drops to his knees, clutching his shoulder, where the knife is lodged in. Scott runs into the room, roaring at the woman in front of me. 

He runs at her to take a right hook, but she dodges it, leaning backward. She hits him back, sending him flying into tables and chairs. He lands on the floor, with blood pouring out of his mouth. Stiles stands at the door and Ms. Blake the teacher's desk in front of the door, not letting him in. Stilinski picks up his gun again, pointing it at Ms. Blake. "There was a girl, years ago, we found her in the woods, her face and body slashed apart. That was you, wasn't it?"

"Maybe I should've started with philosophers, with knowledge and strategy," She says, stepping closer and closer to the Sheriff. He shoots her in the leg and she heals pretty much instantly. "Healers. Warriors. Guardians. Virgins." She turns into the Darach and runs through the window, with Mr. Stilinski, smashing the window. 

Stiles finally pushes the desk away from the door, running into the room to find our teacher and his Dad gone. "Dad?"

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Yes, I am fully aware I haven't posted in a full month. I lost motivation to write and for the past two weeks, I have been in and out of hospital and recovering from an operation. I will most likely stat updating again, but it will probably be slow updates as I am writing other books as well. 

So, Kayden is finally an Alpha. I was going to have her turn into an Alpha when Scott did, but I have other plans that wouldn't work with that so I decided to have a banshee/dolorwold scream fest. Next chapter, our babe Deaton will explain everything if you're a bit confused.

It takes me so long to write each chapter and it's so annoying because I have been planning THE END of season 3b for AGES now. (not allison's death, the actual final episode). I want to tell you all so badly what happens but it ruins the storyline, so I won't. I think the ending of this book is a good way to end  the plotline of Kayden's curse/abilities because it is very original and I don't think anyone has done this before with the dolorwolf thing.

I am already planning ahead into season 4 and I even have ideas for season 5 and 6. So excited to write the whole show and I will probably get round to it again some time soon, I'm just recovering still from my operation.