"Well. That was hard to read." I said, shutting the dusty and old book and sliding it back into its pocket on the library shelf. I turned to Erica and Isaac, who sucked in a breath.

"You're telling me. So, I guess you're some all-powerful werewolf. Main character moment." Erica hummed as I shrugged. "What do you think, Isaac?"

"I think I should be afraid of you." Isaac admitted as I laughed, holding my stomach.

"Yes. Be afraid of the guy who wasn't even aware my family is the first generation of werewolves since... three months ago." I frowned, and Isaac shrugged.

"Doesn't mean much. I can still slightly fear you." Isaac leaned back slightly and raised his hand up to indicate how scared he was of me, and I laughed again.

"Well, maybe I'll be the villain for our junior year." I joked as Erica's eyes widened suspiciously. "I'm joking, Erica. I'm not gonna go on a killing spree because I found out I'm probably some god-like werewolf."

"Right. Just... being cautious. We should head off, Derek needed to talk to us about something." Erica smiled and I nodded, waving the two goodbye and watched them exit my home. I sighed and shut the door, locking it tightly.

The house had quickly become eerily quiet, and I walked over to the fireplace, staring at the family photo with a weak smile.

It's been months... get over it.

"I can't." I said to myself quietly, looking at my moms urn. I know. I said I accepted their deaths... but I was wrong.

A few weeks after Jackson became a werewolf, he contacted me, and it really just brought everything down.

"I remember what I did."

"What?"

"I remember— I remember watching his life drain out of his eyes when I attacked him." Jackson sucked in a breath as he started to cry. "I didn't want to do it. I tried so hard to stop, I swear. But Matt— his voice was ringing in my head."

"He was controlling you."

"I couldn't control any part of my body. I felt numb. And so powerful but so weak at the same time. I hated it, Dean. And I'm— I'm so sorry for what I did."

"It's not your fault. I've learned that."

"But it is my fault. I killed your brother."

"Dean."

I turned my head and looked at Stiles, his hair that was once a buzzcut now only slightly longer. It suited him too well. Made him look older.

I looked down at his hands, which held the spare key to my house, alongside the key to his Jeep.

"Sorry. I was.. in a memory." I sighed softly and fell back into the couch. "I'm okay."

"You've been saying that for months. When will it be true?" It warmed my heart at knowing how much he cared. But I felt like that was going to be what got him killed.

"I'll be okay." I promised, taking his hand and squeezing it tightly. "I just need time." Stiles pursed his lips together and leaned down, pressing them against mine in a gently kiss.

My heart fluttered for a moment before a sudden realization struck me again. "Oh! I need to tell you what I found."

Stiles raised a brow in interest. "Is it about your werewolf history again?" I nodded with a grin as Stiles smiled. "What did you find?"

"So, my ancestor, Hugh. You know him I mentioned his name a few days after the Kanima thing, I found one of his old journals. It dates back all the way to the Wars of Roses."

"Wait. You mean 15th century Wars of Roses?" Stiles asked as I frowned.

"When was there ever another war about roses?" I scoffed as he rolled his eyes. "Anyways. Apparently the night that he became a werewolf, it was a full moon."

"That must be why your werewolf side is more active on those nights." Stiles assumed as I nodded.

"Exactly! And it must have been what triggered the shift as well. Y'know, because the full moon has magical properties and shit, presumably." Stiles followed me as I walked back into the library, searching for the journal again. "Hugh described the wolf he killed had glowing yellow eyes."

"Like your eyes when you shift." Stiles stated the obvious, and I nodded again, opening the journal and handing it to him.

"And look, he drew a picture. Granted, it's pretty faded because of time, but that looks like the wolf you described Laura as, right?"

"Holy shit. This almost looks exactly like Laura's wolf form."

"The next few pages are always the day before and the night of the full moon. And then as the time progresses, Hugh talks about being able to transform into an actual wolf, and his senses enhancing, gaining abilities..." Stiles' eyes widened in curiosity as he flipped through the pages of the journal.

"It's like the prologue of a werewolf book." He joked as I shrugged. "Wait... he ate the heart of the wolf?!"

"A voice in his head told him to. Maybe it wanted him to become a werewolf." I suggested and Stiles smirked.

"Maybe. Or your ancestor was very crazy." I frowned at Stiles as the smirk on his face wiped off. "Sorry. But, I could be right."

"You're always right, Stiles." I hummed as a blush swept over his cheeks, and he cleared his throat.

"You betcha. Anyways, Scott and I are going out in a bit, I'll see you tonight?" I smiled and nodded, giving him a quick kiss on the cheek.

"Always."

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The bags of his eyes were a dark pink, almost red. It looked like he hadn't slept in months. The jacket he wore matched his brooding demeanor, and it made my spine quack with fear.

"You're in for a ride again, Dean." He said as I gulped loudly. I wanted to ask him so many questions, but I still didn't know what to ask. So I gave him an obvious one.

"Who are you?"

"I've told you a thousand times. I'm Stiles. I'm your boyfriend." The grin on his face said otherwise, and I shook my head.

"You're lying. Who the hell are you?"

"All in due time, love. All in due time."

He's been in my dreams since Jackson ran off. I've never gotten his real name. He claimed to be Stiles mainly because he looked like him.

But I knew he wasn't. I know Stiles. I know the things this doppelgänger has done. Things Stiles could never do. Not on purpose.

"All in due time."

What the hell did that mean?