"Kasey, oh thank god.." Stiles said in exasperation as he pulled me into his arms, wrapping them around me tightly as he pressed his face into the crook of my neck. If it were possible, I would say that I could feel the amount of relief he felt from seeing me. Derek and Scott had left ten minutes ago, leaving me to wait here for Stiles. 

I closed my eyes as I gripped on to his jacket tightly, holding on to him- refusing to let go. I could have died tonight, all because I somehow was connected to Scott in some way that had the wolfsbane affect me. It still doesn't make any sense to me, and Deaton has yet to explain it to me.

To be honest, there is a part of me that doesn't want to have Deaton tell me what I am or why I can do the things I do. What if I turn out to be something that can't control themselves at some point, like Jackson? Then I will be hunted and most likely killed. I really would prefer to live my life for as long as possible, dying before I turn 18 is definitely not a priority of mine. With as much bad luck as I've been having in my life up until this point, I feel like whatever I am, could possibly end up killing me. 

"I-I didn't know what to do... I-I," Stiles was stammering as he only increased his grip on me. I bit down on my bottom lip as I tried to keep myself from crying. I have managed to hold myself together up until this point, I can keep the tears back for a bit longer. I am so sick and tired of crying. I'm pretty sure I've cried more in the past week than I have my entire life. 

"You don't have to say anything, I'm okay." I mumbled as he let out a shaky breath. I guess everything that has been happening to me lately is really starting to shake him, and when my life is put at risk he feels just as helpless and useless as I do whenever he is put at risk. No matter what happens, I will never be able to protect him in the ways that he needs to be. Just like he will never be able to protect me from things like this, it just can't happen. 

I slid my hands beneath his jacket so I could hold on to him as well, and he took a step closer so he was standing in between my legs as I sat on the metal table. I was freezing, the tank top not really doing much to help keep me warm in this moment. But as soon as Stiles' jacket covered up my arms, I was immediately warmed up. I'm not surprised that he was able to warm me up so quickly, he's like his own little star- shining bright and staying nice and warm.

He let out a sigh as he pulled his face out of my shoulder so he could glance at me, "Did...did you find out what happened?" 

"Not really, no." I said quietly, and at that exact moment Deaton walked into the room- knocking softly on the wall as he peeked his head around the door frame, "Mind if I join you two?"

I nodded, "Please come in."

He did just as I asked and walked into the room, his eyes fixing on how closely Stiles and I were to one another. I guess if you had just looked at us without knowing what actually happened, it would look like we were trying to get hot and heavy in the animal clinic, maybe that's why Deaton is smiling faintly to himself. Who knows. 

"I'm going to safely assume that you want those answers now, correct?" He asked me as he glanced between Stiles and myself. 

I nodded again, "I'd love to hear them- yes."

"Well, let's start off with something quite simple. You are what's known as an Admonere, and your kind if very rare. Very, very rare." Deaton stated as he crossed his arms over his chest, revealing how big his biceps were. Seriously, he has got to work out a lot or something because his arms are huge. 

Stiles shook his head from side to side in obvious confusion, "A what?"

"An Admonere. I've had my suspicions after I heard of the bite from Peter and you didn't turn, Kasey. What you are, is simply a link to someone who you are close with- that happens to be a werewolf. The few Admonere's that have been documented, have been the twin sisters of a werewolf." Deaton explained further as he kept his eyes fixed on me.

I let out a shaky breath and swallowed nervously, "Okay... am I dangerous? Or... anything like that?"

He chuckled lightly, "Quite the opposite. You have the ability to sense when a member of your so called 'pack' is in danger. The name Admonere itself means to warn or protect in Latin. That's why when Scott was in danger, you were able to pick up on his distress and sort-of link yourself to him, so you could find him." 

"My 'pack'? I'm not a werewolf... I don't have a pack," I stated in confusion.

He nodded, "I'm well aware of that. A pack to an Admonere are the people that it is closest with, the people that they couldn't go on without. An Admonere is linked with it's particular werewolf partner due to the bond they share. The bond starts to grow stronger as time goes on, and as the bond grows stronger so do you, Kasey. You will start to be able to pinpoint exactly where Scott could be at any given moment. And as the bond with Scott grows, so will the bond with the rest of your pack, the rest of the people that you care so deeply about."

"She can do this with humans too? Not just... supernatural things?" Stiles asked slowly.

Deaton chuckled again, "Yes, Stiles. Kasey has grown rather strong for such a young and recently turned Admonere."

"I'm confused though. I felt something with Erica at school once, back before she was a wolf and she was having a panic attack or something. Why did I feel like that? I hardly even knew her," I added quickly. 

He nodded quickly, "Yes that will also happen. If an innocent, which is basically a kind-hearted or inheritly good person, is in danger and you happen to be nearby you will be able to sense that something could go wrong."

"Okay but why did she heal so quickly?" Stiles inquired.

Deaton blinked a few times before answering, "She only heals quickly if the wound inflicted is from something supernatural based, or if she is linked to one of her pack and they're injury is pulled through to her."

"So if I like got in a car accident and broke my arm, it wouldn't heal as fast as the bite from Peter did?" I asked sadly.

 He nodded, "Exactly. You're job, Kasey- is to help your pack and to warn them of when bad things could happen to them, on a very personal and intimate level. Many alpha's search for an Admonere to have in their pack, simply because if they can link themselves to you, the Admonere can become their own personal bad luck barometer."  

"Oh..." I mumbled as I let all of this information sink in. It sounds entirely too crazy to even try and think through, so I'm not going to question anything and just let it all play out the way it's supposed to. I'm exhausted and at least I have answers.

"Stiles why don't you take her home? She can use the rest, and something to eat. I'm afraid that's all I really know about your kind, Kasey." Deaton said half heartedly as he made his way out of the room, leaving Stiles and I alone.

I let out a sigh as I rested my foreheard against his chest in exhaustion. Just when I thought things were starting to make sense for me and this weird ability, and now I know that there is so much more to what I am than what I had originally thought. I don't even know how I'm going to explain all of that to Scott without screwing it up and telling him something backwards. 

"Can I stay the night at your house tonight?" I asked him quietly. 

He nodded, "Of course."

✢

The next morning my eyes slowly drawled open, and I found myself looking at the picture of Stiles, Scott, and myself that I had seen the first night I stayed with Stiles. I don't remember crawling into bed with him, nor do I remember changing into his t-shirt and baggy pants. I must have been entirely too tired for my own good. Thank god it's Spring Break. The sun was pouring in through the window, reflecting brightly off of the pale blue walls. Stiles was sleeping beside me, his arm wrapped around me tightly- holding me against his chest. 

I could feel my skin heating up just at how intimate and close this type of position is, oh god. Is he even aware that he is holding me so tightly? I tried to pry his arm off of me so I could at least get back into my clothes before his dad walks in, but he wasn't budging. I can't even turn around to face him. Ugh.

My options were limited as I grabbed on to his arm and started to yank on it, he finally released his grip on me and I quickly shoved a pillow in my place before he could lock me in another death grip. I had maybe been out of his hold for all of two seconds before he jolted upright in the bed and began to frantically look around the room, when his wide eyes finally landed on me he instantly calmed down. I, on the other hand, was far from calming down. He doesn't have a shirt on. Holy. Shit. 

I was trying so hard to not look at his bare chest, I really was- but it was impossible. I've never seen him shirtless before, like ever. He looks so attractive right now, it's unreal. I was currently standing on the side of the bed, gawking at him and all of his hotness. I've never called him hot before, but looking at him right now- that's the only word I can think of to describe him. 

"Um... your dad...might-might walk in." I stammered as I turned around and quickly searched the room for my clothes, where did I put them last night? My head was too busy spinning with thoughts of my half naked boyfriend to focus on finding my clothes. 

He yawned as he flopped back down on his bed, "You might have left them in the bathroom after you took a shower last night, Kase."

"Oh, right." I muttered as I tried my hardest to stealthily sneak down the hallway to the bathroom, when I had locked myself inside I let out a drawn out sigh and ran my hands over my face in exasperation. Why does he do these things to me? Now I know how he feels when he says I leave him hanging. This is terrible. I'm a girl, I shouldn't be this sexually frustrated.

I quickly slipped my jeans and top back on, I don't know why there is a hairbrush in here, considering Stiles doesn't have hair, but I ran it through my long brown locks and then used some of the mouthwash in the bathroom. Would it be weird to keep a toothbrush here? Maybe. Once I was finished getting ready with what little materials I had, I made my way back into Stiles' bedroom. 

He was already dressed and was sitting at his desk flipping through a book of sorts. He had on a pair of jeans and a gray sweatshirt that had a blue block on the front, and it sort of had a v-neck line because I could see the gray t-shirt underneath. "You know if you are going to make a habit of staying here... maybe you should start keeping some clothes here, that way you don't have to wear the same thing." He chuckled as he flipped the page. 

I rolled my eyes as I walked over to the desk so I could stand behind him, he was flipping through a yearbook and the pages had red X's on some of the photo's. I watched in amusement as he continued to intently search the pages, "You're so cute when you get all into your research." I said with a smile. 

He cleared his throat as he nodded slowly, "Thanks."

"What're you doing?" 

I glanced over to the doorway to see Mr. Stilinski standing there, looking between the two of us in confusion. I will admit, it's a little early for me to be here... considering I don't usually leave the house this time of day, it's probably one of the earliest times he's ever seen me. 

Stiles didn't skip a beat, "Homework."

His dad nodded as he walked off, but he then backtracked and came back to the doorway, "It's Spring Break. What do you think you're doing?"

"I'm simply satisfying my own curiosity." Stiles replied as he went to flip another page, but before he could Mr. Stilinski walked over and closed the book. 

His dad let out a sigh, "We brought Harris in this morning for questioning. They brought him in."

I rose an eyebrow, "And?"

"And they're working on a warrant to arrest him for the murders," Mr. Stilinski replied.

Stiles seemed to be confused, "For all of them?"

"Enough of them," His dad clarified. 

His son didn't seem satisfied with that answer, "With what proof?"

"You remember the couple at the trailer? Tire tracks nearby match Harris' car." Mr. Stilinski said as he placed his hands on the edge of the desk and leaned his weight on them in a sort of crouch like stance. 

"Wh-that's not enough." Stiles mumbled as he flipped open the yearbook to try and find more evidence or possibly who the next victim could be. 

His dad closed the book again, "The same car was also seen at the hospital where the pregnant wife was killed. It's got some bumper sticker on it, a quote from Einstein."

"Wait, what quote?" Stiles asked quickly, a little too quickly. What does he know? Or, well what is he thinking actually... I could practically see the wheels turning in his mind right now. 

"Something about imagination and knowledge," Mr. Stinlinski shrugged. 

Stiles nodded, "Imagination is more important than knowledge, yeah.  I saw the same car parked outside the Rave."

"That means you're a witness. You're gonna have to give a statement," His dad said to him with a raise brow.

I let out a sigh, "But what about the concert promoter... the one who was killed, she wasn't in Harris' class- right? And then there's Isaac's dad... like what does he have to do with Harris?" 

"It doesn't matter. The tire tracks put Harris at the scene of three murders. That's damning evidence." Mr. Stilinski said to me. 

Stiles shook his head from side to side, "No, it's not enough."

"I thought you two hated this guy?" Mr. Stinlinski said as he glanced between Stiles and myself, I chose not to answer this question- because I do dislike him strongly. He's an asshole. 

My boyfriend sighed as he flipped the yearbook open, "I don't hate him, he hates me. And, you know, if he'd killed them all, then yeah, lock the psycho up. But there's something missing. There's gotta be something missing."

"Hey. Hey, you don't have to solve this for me." His dad said honestly. 

Stiles looked down at the floor, "I have to do something."

My eyes locked on a picture in the yearbook, a picture of the swim team- I smacked the page and started to jump up and down, "Look!"

"Dad, look at the coach..." Stiles said quietly. 

I let out a sigh, "It's Isaac's dad."

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Woo today is a double update! I didn't have any homework tonight, which I was thrilled about, because let's be real here- who likes homework? Haha, xx

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