6:07 AM.

August 12th, 2011

I didn't think I'd live up to my ancestors obsessions for writing in a diary. But here I am, doing exactly that.

I got this to help with my 'coping' over all of this supernatural stuff, and to help deal with his death. And so far, it hasn't helped. Hooray.

Today is the first day of school. Junior year. I never thought I'd make it this far, to be honest. This past year has been nothing but shithole after shithole. If he was here, maybe things wouldn't be so bad.

Last night, Lydia and Allison were in an accident. Thankfully they were both okay, but Lydia seemed more shaken up than Allison. Maybe it's because it was her car that the deer ran into, but I'm not sure.

Peter tried contacting me around 2 to warn me about the Alpha pack. Obviously, I ignored him. I know they are going to get me, and I'm ready for it to happen. I have people who will protect me.. hopefully. Stiles above anyone will do anything to make sure I don't give in to their pleas and join their pack.

But what I don't understand is why they want me when I'm a beta. I'm no alpha, and I doubt I have the characteristics of one. I know I'd kill if I had to save anyone including myself, but I wouldn't do it without reason.

I would never kill unless it was the last resort.

I shut the leather-bound journal and tucked it away in my desk, turning my head to look at the open backpack next to my bedroom door and sighed, slowly standing up.

I had no interest in going back to school. No interest in even attempting to get to my senior year. But, I would be done with school soon, and then college... maybe.

I didn't know what I wanted to be after high school. Maybe I'd just follow Stiles like a confused and lost puppy and join him at Washington university. If we ever got that far in our relationship.

I hope we did, to be honest. I felt so much better around him, I didn't want to loose that feeling.

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I sat next to Stiles in our English class, watching as Scott and Allison had the awkward interaction of sitting next to one another. Everyone's phones went off, looking down to see an unknown number with a quote.

"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." Everyone looked up to see Jennifer, the woman I had accidentally slammed my car into, walk in the classroom, a smile on her face. "This is the last line to the first book we are going to read. It is also the last text you will receive in this class. Phones off, everyone." Several people groaned as we shut our phones off, slipping them into backpacks and pockets.

Stiles gave me a confused look as I made a disgusted face, the smell of death and vanilla wafting into my nose. "Are you okay?" He whispered, and I turned to him, about to answer as Ms Blake cleared her throat.

"Am I interrupting anything?" She asked as we turned to her, shaking our heads. "Good. Now, let's get our lesson started."

After about 10 minutes into our reading, Scott's phone went off, everyone turning to him as he quickly got up and walked over to Ms Blake, who frowned at him in disappointment, recalling the several times he has skipped school.

And of course, for good reasons he did, and then proceeded to walk out of the class.

"It was a deer and a dog." Lydia whispered, my head turning to see her and Stiles whispering. "What's that saying about threes? Once... twice—" a bird slammed into the window and a few girls yelped.

And then another bird hit the window. I frowned in confusion at how odd that had been.

And then another.

And another.

And then there were hundreds.

"Everyone get down!" Jennifer yelled as the windows started cracking. I leaned out of my seat, grabbing Stiles and covering his head as Allison did the same with Lydia.

"What's going on?!" Stiles yelled as I gasped in shock. Feeling a pair of talons stab into my back before the bird dropped dead behind me.

"I don't know!" Allison called out, and I smacked a bird away before it could scratch at Stiles, which in turn made my face a target for another crow, which slammed right into my nose.

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I slapped Stiles hand away from my face as he tried to wipe the dried blood from my nose, and he frowned at me. "I said I was fine, Stiles. It already healed."

"I know that, but you still have blood on your face."I took the napkin from his hand and quickly wiped the blood away, turning to him as he raised a thumb up, smiling softly. "All better."

"Are you two okay?" Stiles and I turned to see his dad, concern and confusion written all over his face.

"Well, I'm okay. Not like it scared me or anything." Stiles scratched the back of his neck and I nodded in agreement.

"I mean, I had a crow slam into my face and ruin the back of my jacket, but I'm fine." I smiled nervously, looking down at all of the dead crows. "There is no way this is a coincidence, though."

"Yeah! The deer, Lydia's dog biting her and now the crows? Something is definitely going on." Stiles commented. The Sheriff sighed, crossing his arms.

"I think you two should go home. Figure out what is going on." He suggested as I nodded quickly, taking the offer with pleasure.

Stiles pulled out his phone and walked out of the classroom as Noah took a step closer. "Do you have any idea why this could be happening?" He whispered and I shook my head immediately. Of course, it had something to do with the supernatural, but the Sheriff knew nothing about that yet.

"No. No I have.. absolutely zero clue why these birds did this."

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4:44 PM

They call him Deucalion. That's what Derek said. He's the true leader of the Alpha pack, and said I should be afraid of him.

But I'm not. Why would I be when they don't want to kill me, but rather make me an alpha?

All of the power I could have... I'd be stronger than Derek. Than Scott... Isaac.. Boyd and Erica.

Speaking of those two... I haven't seen them in a while. Because they took them.

Maybe it's to lure us in. To trade me for them. But Derek knows my power, he wouldn't hand me over. I hope.

And Deucalion knows he wouldn't...

Now I'm worried.