Sarah's POV

All I could think about was Stiles. He's been on my mind since day one, but lately it seems like he's on my mind more than usual. The thoughts used to be peaceful things like about our relationship and what we would be doing that coming night. Never would I have thought that I would be thinking about his and my upcoming death, which is all that I could seem to focus on.

It was bad enough that I had killed Stiles the first time, but doing it a second time was something I couldn't bear. It tore me up inside knowing that I was the one who caused all of this; I was the one who ruined his life. He had so much ahead of him; he was actually going to make it somewhere in life, unlike me. But now, he won't even live long enough to graduate high school.

My skin feels as if it's on fire as I walk inside my home, it almost feeling foreign. It's been so long since I've been here it seems; besides, I've been staying over at Stiles' for the past month or so. I'd practically moved in over there, and now that we had our fight, or whatever you call it, I guess I was going to be stuck back here for awhile.

"Sarah?" I hear someone say, instantly knowing that it was Vanesa. She comes from the kitchen, holding a dish towel in her hand. "What-"

"Stiles and I got in a fight," I say, ending her question. She lowers the dish towel as I cross my arms, not really wanting to talk about it. Besides, it wasn't like I really could.

She steps forwards so that she's facing me now, a sympathetic look in her eyes. "Fighting is just apart of relationships, Sarah. It shows that you two care enough about one another to argue about something you believe in."

I try to take in her words, but they just linger around the open space. "I just...I don't really feel like talking about it. I'll be in my room."

Vanesa looks as if she's about to try again, but she stops herself, clearly seeing how upset I was and that I wanted to be left alone. She takes a step back as I walk around her, walking up the stairs slowly until I'm back in the familiar hallway. My eyes wander the hall as I walk past Stephen's room, seeing that his door was shut. I focused my hearing to hear that he was in there, sounding as if he was typing on his laptop. Maybe he's working on college stuff.

I start to walk past his room before I stop in my tracks, remembering that I haven't talked to him in quite some time. It amazed me that he kept quiet about knowing a secret that big. When I had found out, I had wanted to tell someone, anyone; but I knew I couldn't tell Stephen. It amazes me that I finally ended up telling him everything; well, everything except for the fact that he wasn't my brother.

I lick my dry cracked lips before I'm turning around and walking into Stephen's room. As soon as I step inside of his room, I see him sitting at his desk, typing something away. I quickly catch a glimpse of the computer screen, only seeing the words how to become before he turns around abruptly; slamming the laptop screen down so that I couldn't see anymore.

I raise my eyebrow at him as I step forwards, shutting the door behind me. "Something you're hiding from me?"

I hear his heart start to pick up the pace. "Huh? No-"

"Please don't tell me it was porn," I groan as I chuckle slightly, trying to lighten the mood. Stephan laughs for a moment as he shakes his head, staring down at his feet.

"Not that," he says as his smile drifts off of his face, looking as if he was debating whether or not to tell me something.

I furrow my eyebrows. "What then?"

He's quiet for another moment before his soft brown eyes find me again, staring at me as if he trusted me with the world. "Okay, I already know what you're going to say, but please just keep an open mind, okay?"

This makes my stomach knot; afraid of what he was about to tell me. "I'll try my best."

Stephen's  jaw clenches before he turns back around in his chair, indicating for me to walk forwards to see the screen better. I breathe down his neck as he lifts the screen back up slowly, the bright light illuminating my wandering face. It takes me a moment to finally see what he was talking about, but then my eyes land on the search bar, making my heart drop into my stomach. It read:

How to become a werewolf.

My throat becomes dry as I take a step back, shaking my head. Stephen notices this act then, causing him to shut the laptop again before standing and facing me. "I know what you're going to say-"

"No," I say, the words clinging in my throat. "Y-you can't want something like that."

Stephen's eyes show so much passion, it frightens me. "Why not? Heightened abilities, sense of smell, incredible hearing-"

"And hunters always on your back, along with the full moon every month," I almost scream back at him, but not loud enough for Vanesa or Zach to hear.

Stephen looks heartbroken for a moment before it turns to rage. "How would you know? You're not a wolf."

"But I'm part of one," I say, my jaw falling open. "And I know damn well what it means to be hunted. It's not like my name is on a hit list or anything."

Stephen shakes his head. "I can have you teach me then...or Scott."

"What?" I say, my eyes widening. I had never told him about Scott, or anyone else for that matter. "How do you know about Scott?"

Stephen rolls his eyes. "It's so obvious, Sarah. You and your little cliche are always hanging out with him. Not to mention Liam, Lydia, and Malia."

"What do they have to do with anything?" I say, my tone rising. Everything finally clicked with why he had been so silent the past couple of weeks; he was doing his research.

"Lydia, the banshee," Stephen says, proud of what all he's learned. "Liam, Scott's beta, and Malia, the were-coyote."

I step forwards then, pointing in his face. "Please don't tell me you've told anyone about this-"

"God, no."

A breath of relief escapes my throat before I get back onto the topic at hand. "Stephen,  you don't want to be a wolf."

"You can't tell me what I want and what I don't," Stephen says, now angry more than ever.

I shake my head as he sits back down in his computer chair. "Who are you going to get to turn you then? All there is is Scott, and he won't do it."

"I don't know, but I'll figure it out," he says coldly. Tears form in my eyes then, imagining him as a wolf. I couldn't even picture it, let alone want to. I didn't want to see Stephen become the very thing I was afraid of.

I started to speak again before a loud beeping sound cuts me off. I narrow my eyes as I look over towards the printer next to Stephen's desk, the light shining a bright green. We both stare at it for a moment before a sheet of paper flies from the mouth of it, along with another, and another.

Goosebumps rise on my arms as I walk forwards and pick up a piece of paper, it chilling me to the core. Written on the paper was the deadpool list; but it was different. I skimmed over the names before I reach mine and Stiles', seeing that it was no longer the amount we had originally gone for, 27 million.

Now, it was 30.

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"What do you mean he was burned alive?"

I stare at the deputy in front of me, known as Jordan Parrish. I had known that he was on the list, but we didn't exactly know what he was, and it seems to me that he doesn't know either. Scott had called me and told me what had happened, that he was burned by an assassin, and he only thought of me. He thought that since I was associated with fire, maybe I could help him. Little did he know that I had no idea what I was doing.

"I mean I was covered in gasoline and set on fire," Parrish says as he extends his arms, allowing me to examine them. My eyes dance over his arms, noticing that it appeared that he hadn't been even singed. I possessed the same qualities, so I thought that maybe he was like me.

"Maybe you're like me," I say, thinking out loud.

Parrish furrows his eyebrows as he looks over at Lydia. "Are you all like Lydia?"

"Lydia?" Derek scoffs as he burry's his head.

Scott shakes his head. "Not exactly."

"What are you guys then?" Parrish asks, not even sounding afraid. It looked as if he was more afraid of himself.

Scott's eyes turn red just then, lowering his chin. "Werewolf, but Sarah over there is a different story."

Parrish seems amazed at Scott before he looks to me, practically bouncing in curiosity. "According to Derek over there, well, the young Derek, I am something known as Kasai Haiburiddo. It translates to fire hybrid."

"So you're like me," Parrish says, light in his eyes. He looked hopeful that I could help him.

I shake my head. "I don't know. I'm a rare species, but you might just be a fire kitsune."

"What's a kitsune?" he asks then, and I knew that was just going to lead to a long list of things we needed to inform him about. Scott looks over at me then, thinking the exact same thing. So, we did. We told him everything; everything from what happened before I came to Beacon Hills, along with what had happened the first year I was here. He seemed pretty confused.

After we were done explaining everything, Scott had pulled me aside, a worried expression on his face. Lydia, Parrish, and Derek stay in the main room of the loft as we both step outside, Scott crossing his arms as if he was concerned about something.

"Are you and Stiles okay?" he asks me, his eyes soft. "I mean, the fight was bad enough, but I mean really-are you guys okay?"

I lick my lips slowly, fighting back tears as I thought about what my mother had told Stiles and I back at the coffee shop. "I-I don't know, Scott. What my mother had told me...I didn't want to believe her. Now that everything she said is coming true, I'm terrified. I ruined Stiles' life, and I can't even stop what's coming."

Scott is silent for a moment, searching for the words to say. "Whatever does happen, I just needed to tell you how sorry I am for how I acted earlier this year. When all of that was going down with Stiles, my mind wasn't thinking clearly. It was bombarded with this pure rage. When you had killed Stiles, I had wanted nothing more than to make you pay. Only I didn't realize it was only the nogitsune, not you. Stiles and I have been life long friends, and when he was taken away from me, I lost it. I'm sorry for what I had done, and I wanted to tell you that I'm here for you both and that I'll stop at nothing to help. I can't lose your both again."

A single tear falls from my eye as I stare at Scott, seeing that same boy I had first met when coming to Beacon Hills. Before I can help it, I'm stepping forwards and wrapping him in my arms, burying my face in his neck. I feel his hands embrace me as well, some vibe coming from him that made me feel at ease. I had missed this Scott; it felt to me I haven't seen this version in quite some time.

"Thank you," I say, accepting his apology before I think back to what he said at the end. "But I have a feeling that nothing can stop what's going to happen."

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So Stephen...opinions on that? Should he be a wolf, or nah? 

Christmas break is almost within reach; tomorrow is our last day (THANK GOD!) so hopefully I'll be able to work on some chapters as my christmas gift to you. Maybe I can get to the "finale" chapter of this book either on Christmas or before, because I personally think that it would be a nice little present...or not.

Oh, and the title is based off of Zella Day's song, Shadow Preachers, because I'm literally in love with it at the moment. Go listen to it so you can be obsessed with it like me.

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