As Stiles pulled into the parking lot of the Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, thunder boomed in the sky loudly. A storm was approaching, and believe me I found the irony in the situation. The fact that a storm is brewing whilst we are discussing the fact that the scales of our lives are going to tip one way or the other is the definition of ironic. We had come to the hospital for one of two reasons, the first being to drop Liam off with his dad... the second being that Scott wanted to see if mom was still working so he could let her know about our whereabouts. From what I could see, the parking lot was overflowing with cars and EMT's. There must have been a really bad accident, or the storm had done some serious damage somewhere because this is extremely crowded compared to the usual amount of people here.

Without a word spoken, everyone clambered out of the jeep and headed into the hospital. Scott and Liam branched off once we were inside, while Stiles, Malia and myself decided to hang around the front desk. Several nurses rushed past us with clipboards and stretchers with people laying on them. I took a step to the side so I wasn't in anyone's way. I haven't seen the hospital busy like this in awhile.

"I wonder what happened?" Malia questioned as she glanced around the waiting room.

Stiles shrugged, "Something big."

The lights flickered and I turned to the door, I froze when I saw something in the reflection. There was a hand on my shoulder, and it was clad with a thick glove with metal on it. I jumped and rubbed my hands over my shoulder to get rid of it, but once I spun around to see what had been behind me I found nothing but an empty wall. I blinked rapidly as Stiles grabbed my wrist, "You okay?"

I cleared my throat and ran my hand through my hair, "Yeah... I thought I felt something on me."

Malia narrowed her eyes and inspected the surround area, "I didn't see anything?"

"It's probably nothing," I dismissed the topic, not wanting to discuss it any further.

Although, it was something. I had just seen a hand on my shoulder, and obviously there hadn't been a real person behind me that put it there... so where the hell did it come from? I cold be seeing things from lack of sleep, maybe. I mean, I did take a nap before I left so I should be relatively rested... but it could be the explanation.

I was so very desperate for their to be an explanation.

Stiles glanced at me sideways, "You sure you're okay?"

"Yeah," I nodded quickly, "I'm fine. I'm just gonna go to the restroom real quick, I'll be right back."

I then made my way down the hall towards the nearest restroom on this floor. I just needed to get some cold water on my face and calm myself down. I'm not slipping again, I'm not hallucinating or being possessed or anything of that nature. I just happened to see something that wasn't there, it's not a big deal. I'm going to continue to convince myself that it wasn't a big deal.

My shoes squeaked against the tile and I winced as it echoed down the hallway. Once I approached the restroom, I pushed the door open and slipped inside quickly. I glanced under the stalls to make sure I was alone, and once I found there to be not a single soul in sight, I grabbed the sides of the sink and took in my appearance in the mirror. My hair was was styled to a near perfect T, my makeup wasn't smeared, my outfit wasn't ripped or torn, my color wasn't ghostly pale... everything looked pristine and perfect on the outside.

So why do I feel the exact opposite on the inside?

It was just a trick of the eye, that's all. There wasn't a hand on my shoulder. I noticed that my hands were beginning to tremble. I clenched them into fists in attempt to make them stop, but they continued their spasms. What in the holy hell is going on with me? The last time they did this, I wrote the letter D in my dream journal... maybe I need to write something. The only problem with that being I'm in a bathroom and there isn't exactly a notebook and pen in here.

I'm probably overthinking this. My hands are shaking because I'm nervous. I'm just giving all of these weird coincidences too much thought and it's getting to my head.

I took a deep breath and turned on the faucet, allowing the water to spill out into the sink. I cupped the cool liquid in my hands and splashed it over my cheeks, trying to calm myself down. I'm being paranoid, is all. The nights flickered again, and as I glanced up to check my reflection in the mirror I caught sight of a large man standing behind me. He was covered in a thick black liquid and his face revealed to me that he was a werewolf. I blinked rapidly and spun around, but by the time my eyes were back open he was gone.

Okay, I'm getting out of here.

I quickly exited the bathroom and hightailed it back towards Stiles and Malia. I have no freaking idea what I just saw in the mirror but it was enough to make me stop questioning what's going on with me. I can't deal with this stuff right now, I have to focus on the task at hand... which is to get to the school so we can do the Senior Scribe.

Stiles and Malia were still standing by the front desk when I returned. When Stiles saw me he began to walk towards me, "Scott just left to go and pick Kira up, we're just going to head to the school and meet them there."

"Oh, okay that's fine. Are we leaving Liam here?" I asked, praying to God that he wouldn't pick up on my uneasiness and ask me about it.

He nodded, "Yep. So, guess who gets the front seat?"

"Not me," Malia deadpanned as she sulked out of the hospital, back outside towards the jeep.

I chuckled, "One of these days I'm gonna have to let her have the front seat."

"Well, the seat belt is fixed now so you get to sit in the front seat all the time." Stiles stated as he gripped my hand and led me outside.

I glanced at him in confusion, "The seat belt was broken?"

His cheeks went red and he laughed nervously, "Uh, kind-of. It didn't exactly stay locked in place all the time... but it's okay now. I fixed it."

I was about to ask why that dictated that I had to sit in the back, but then it dawned on me. He didn't want me in a seat where I wasn't safe. I smiled once the realization hit me, and gave his hand a squeeze. Just when I thought he couldn't get anymore adorable, he goes and proves me wrong.

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Rain was now accompanying the thunder as we waited for Scott, Kira and Lydia to meet up with us at the school. Malia was back at the car, talking to her dad on the phone and Stiles decided to make his way towards the library... obviously I followed him.

He was gripping my hand tightly as we walked underneath the pavilion, I glanced at the rain drops landing in the puddles on the cement. It was a gloomy night and it matched my mood nicely. I wouldn't exactly say I'm down in the dumps, but I know something is happening and it's affecting my outlook on these next few weeks greatly. I knew that things were too good to be true... now bad things are going to start happening once more.

I'm not ready to face the bad guys again.

Stiles let out a sigh, "I hope they make it on time."

"Why is this so important to you?" I asked him, glancing at him curiously.

He's been harassing everyone all day to be here on time tonight. I didn't exactly think he was that excited about writing his initials on the bookshelf in the library. I mean, it's cool and everything but he's been putting way too much time and energy into prepping for it.

Stiles shook his head from side to side, "It's not."

I quirked an eyebrow and he groaned, "Maybe it is. I asked my dad the other day about his high school friends. Guess how many he still talks to? None. Not a single one. You know, these were his best friends and he just says that he lost touch with them, you know. So I started thinking about things, like I always do..."

"Obsessively?" I asked quietly, already knowing exactly where he was going with his point.

He nodded, "Yeah. So, I'm thinking what if... what if Scott's my best friend now, but you know, he's not my best friend for life? And what if you're just my girlfriend now, but you're not my partner for life? What if we go to college and you meet some better guy and you dump your old high school boyfriend and move on. What if Scott finds some new veterinarian friend and he drops me because our classes are too different? What if you guys find a new me and I'm just left alone without anyone."

I sighed, "Stiles--"

"And don't even say that's never going to happen because you can't promise that. You can't see the future, Kasey. You can't see that I'm not always going to be the best choice for you, that there is going to always be some better looking and smarter guy. I'm not an idiot, okay?" Stiles breathed out as he folded his arms over his chest.

I didn't need to be a werewolf to smell the anxiety pouring off of him. I really had no idea that he had put that much thought into the subject. I very rarely picture myself without Stiles, even if that means we have a long distance thing going... I need him and that's that. I didn't think he thought I would leave him that easily.

He opened his mouth and continued, "And Malia is eventually going to find some other group of people to spend all her time with, Lydia is gonna surround herself with geniuses and she's going to try and get the damn Fields Medal and Kira, I don't even know what she wants to do but she's probably gonna leave, too. Everyone is going to leave me and there isn't going to be anything I can do to stop it."

The fact that he thinks he's that easily replaced is heartbreaking. I could never find someone like him again, if I tried. Stiles is one in a million. I would never want to replace him. I would never want to lose contact with him. Even if we did break up for some reason, I would do whatever it takes in order to stay in contact with him because he means that much to me. I love him with every fiber of my being.

"Stiles," I said softly, "I love you, okay? We all love you and we aren't going anywhere. Sometimes when people grow up they lose touch, but I can promise you that I'm not going anywhere. You're my other half, I can't imagine going through life without you. And Scott? You two have been attached at the hip for as long as I can remember. He sees you as his brother, not just his friend. It's going to take a lot for us to never speak to you again, you're not that easy to replace. You're amazing and we all care about you so much."

He bowed his head slightly, "I've already found the best people in my life, I want to stay with them."

"That's the plan," I smiled, "we're Team Badass, remember? We aren't going anywhere."

Stiles smiled and took a step closer to me, placing his hands on my waist. I nodded to myself, "So that's why this is so important to you, you don't want to lose all your friends after senior year."

"And I hope they don't want to lose me either," he responded.

I didn't have to think twice before I pressed my lips to his. I wasn't letting him go anywhere, so I don't know what he's so worried about. I've done so much to protect him and ensure his safety, how could he not know that I love him more than anything. How could he think that I would ever want to replace him and move on and spend my life with someone else. Why would he entertain the possibility that I would even consider doing such a thing. He's been in my life since I was five years old. He's been by my side through the hardest times of my life. He's helped me get through so much. He knows me better than I know myself. Stiles is mine and I'm his, there's nothing else. There's me and him and then there's us. That's it.

Allison said to me once that he looked at me like I was his sun, moon and stars. I can only hope that I look at him the same way. I hope that everyone walking by could tell that I loved him just by the way I looked at him. Stiles has loved me before I even loved myself, and that means so much to me. Stiles has been my biggest supporter for almost everything.

"Are you two ever not kissing?" Malia asked as she appeared beside us.

Stiles and I sprung apart awkwardly, "Yes, actually." I responded.

She snorted, "Well other than when you're fighting."

I could tell that Stiles wanted to say something to defend his honor but he stopped as Malia turned her head to the side slightly. Her eyes were narrowed and you could tell she was focussing on something. I bit at my lip nervously, "Everything okay?"

"Someone's coming. Someone fast." she said before she spun around and took down the flying body behind her.

I gasped when I realized it had been Liam that she slammed to the ground. My eyes widened as I pulled my hands up to my mouth in shock, "Oh my God!"

"Scott's in trouble." Liam panted, slightly out of breath.

Immediately my mind went to the image that I had seen in the bathroom. The large werewolf that was covered in what I thought to be black tar. Could that be what's after Scott? Or am I being super paranoid once again?

Without thinking I connected myself to him, checking to see if he was okay. As soon as I did, I fell to the ground and felt a sharp pain in my stomach. I knew that Scott was feeling the same thing that I was, which meant that he was in fact in trouble. Stiles' eyes widened as he pulled me to my feet, "He's in trouble. He's being attacked, we have to go!"

Liam and Malia led the way as we ran through the courtyard of the school. All of the students that were here for the Senior Scribe were oblivious to the fact that something big was going down. Oh, how I wished to be blissfully ignorant such as them. Instead, I'm getting drenched as we try to track down my brother who could possibly end up getting killed. I couldn't see through his eyes, which is what my original intention was to do, but whatever I felt in my stomach was strong and it didn't feel all that great.

We flew down the steps and my feet nearly slid out from underneath me as we came to a skidding halt at the entrance to the tunnel of the school. Scott was on his knees in front of the werewolf that I had seen in the bathroom. His claws were pressed into Scott's torso and I felt the wave of fear and panic rush through me as I tried to run towards him, but Stiles pulled me back. I didn't have to question what the sharp ripping sensation on my stomach was, because I knew that I was still connected to Scott and I was now gaining his injuries.

Malia and Liam both transitioned and their eyes gleamed as they prepared to defend their Alpha. Kira and another werewolf were standing a few feet off to the side, watching the scene. I squeezed my eyes shut and willed myself to heal, meaning Scott would heal. If I could give him enough of my strength, hopefully he could overcome this and fight back.

His body went limp and I felt like my entire existence was being sucked out of me. I collapsed to the ground and Stiles went down with me as he tried to understand what exactly was happening. It felt like the claws from that werewolf were draining Scott, which entailed that he was draining me as well. Scott turned his head and saw me, and we both took a deep breath and I strengthened our bond. I could feel the skin on my stomach starting to pull back together and Scott pulled himself out of the grasp of the werwolf.

Scott stood to his full height and he snapped the werewolf's arm, the crack echoing throughout the tunnel. He then pulled the claws out of his chest and tossed them to the ground. I watched breathlessly as Scott stared down his opponent, "I don't know who you are or what you thought you were going to do, but I'll give you a choice. You can stay and I'll break something else, or you can run."

The werewolf glanced in our direction and Stiles' body stiffened, "I'd run."

He then did as he was instructed and stood up, running off in the opposite direction. Scott then rushed over to me, inspecting me as Stiles pulled me to my feet. "Are you okay? How did you do that? How did you heal me like that?"

"I have no idea," I responded honestly.

My powers were growing, that much was obvious. I've been learning that I can do more than just warn people, but I can save them. I don't have to be just the one telling people to be saved, but I can be the one doing the saving, too. It felt empowering to know that I wasn't so useless when it came to protecting everyone.

I still feel guilt about Allison, and I probably always will... but now I can prevent that from ever happening again. What I just did with Scott was downright incredible. I gave him my strength so he could get up and defend himself. I was able to heal him, in a way.

The unknown second werewolf shifted back to his human form, and I could see him standing behind Scott, watching us. I cleared my throat and nodded my head in his direction so Scott could acknowledge him. The guy was very handsome, I could give him that. Something about him seemed familiar, but I couldn't exactly place what it was.

"You don't remember me, do you? I guess I look a little different from the fourth grade." he said with a glimmering smile.

We were all still silent, seeing as how only Scott, Stiles and I would be the ones to recognize him. I racked my brain for people from the fourth grade that moved away and could have shown back up but I was drawing a blank. The guy looked to me and smirked, "Come on Kase, you don't remember your first boyfriend?"

A smile broke out onto my face as it dawned on me who this was, "Theo."

"In the flesh," he responded softly.

I couldn't help but smile at the guy, because he was my first "boyfriend" so to say. We dated for like two weeks and all we did was sit together at the lunch table but it was still my first ever "relationship". I broke away from the group and instantly went over to him, giving him a hug. Theo had always been a nice kid, and the only reason we "broke up" was because he liked to play pranks on me. My mom always said that when a boy pick on you it's because he liked you. I guess she was right.

Theo gripped me tightly, and I could feel the heat from Stiles' eyes instantly. Scott smiled widely and Malia quirked an eyebrow, "You know him?"

"They used to," Theo spoke over my shoulder. I pulled out of the embrace and ran my hands through my wet hair, making my way back over to Stiles. The look he was giving me told me I was in for a lecture when we were alone. I forgot how jealous he could be. "Trust me, I never thought I'd see you guys again. Couple months ago, I heard of an Alpha in Beacon Hills. When I found out his name was Scott McCall, I just couldn't believe it. Not just an Alpha, but a True Alpha."

"What do you want?" Scott asked genuinely.

Theo shrugged, "I came back to Beacon Hills. Back home with my family. Because I want to be a part of your pack."

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"We haven't seen this kid in years. You don't find that highly suspicious?" Stiles asked as we pushed through the doors of the school, making our way towards the library.

Stiles was now in his white t-shirt that he had beneath his flannel, and I had the flannel on. I was freezing and he didn't hesitate to take it off and give it to me, I guess he wasn't that mad about the Theo hug. I didn't even think about it, I just went and hugged him. Normally, that wouldn't be my first reaction to seeing an old friend... but I didn't even register I was doing it until I was already hugging him.

"I'm kind of more concerned about the guy who tried to kill me." Scott responded with a shrug.

I'm more concerned about the fact that I saw a hallucination of that guy in the bathroom twenty minutes ago, but I can't exactly say that because then that makes me look and sound crazy. Plus, I'd rather not add more flame to the fire with the way the nights been going thus far. It was supposed to be a calm night with Liam being chained to a tree and then we were supposed to show up at the Senior Scribe and have fun.

Malia's phone vibrated and she glanced at the screen, "I'm in! I passed! I'm officially a senior!"

I opened my arms and pulled her into a hug. I was so proud of her. Stiles and Kira also gave her a hug, while Scott just offered her a huge smile and a pat on the back.

"Thank God," Lydia sighed in exasperation as she made her way down the hallway towards us. "Where have you guys been? The whole Senior class is here. Are we doing this or not?"

We then moved in sync towards the library, mindless chatter breaking out amongst us. It made me feel slightly uncomfortable with the fact that we were just attacked by a werewolf with power draining talons and we are now talking about writing our names on a shelf in the library as if what happened outside was nothing... because it definitely was something. Especially because I had a hallucination about it. The situation was weird enough on it's own, but throw my hallucination into the mix and it makes it ten times weirder.

The line stretched through the library along the wall and up the stairs. The shelf that everyone was signing was on the second level, and they were currently doing some renovating in here for the new school year. Scaffolds were occupying certain areas and the line maneuvered around them. I couldn't even imagine what they were going to add in here, it's already one of the nicest school libraries in the state. We have two levels, for crying out loud.

"So, mind telling me what that was outside?" Stiles' voice floated through the air.

I glanced over at him and sighed, "I knew you were gonna ask me about it. It wasn't anything, honestly."

"Well, it definitely looked like something. Why did you feel it necessary to hug him?" he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

Stiles was the definition of paranoid, in all ways. Whether it be about minuscule things like me hugging an old friend, or bigger things... like the supernatural aspect of our lives. He overthinks everything and then he gets himself all worked up over nothing. Which I'm willing to bet money is exactly what he's doing right now about the hug with Theo.

It meant nothing, and it will never mean anything.

I shrugged, "I just did... I don't know, I wasn't thinking clearly I guess. And I mean he did show up to help Scott fight off that werewolf, so it's not like he came here to hurt him. Plus, we were friends with him, Stiles."

"No," Stiles said rather loudly, "you and Scott were friends with him, I wasn't. I hated that little bastard."

My eyebrows raised in confusion, "Why?"

"Why do you think? Because you dated him and held his hand and sat next to him at lunch, you used to sit next to me and then he showed up and you let him sit at our table and he sat next to you. Do you not remember this because I remember this vividly." Stiles ranted as we climbed the stairs to the second level of the library.

I snorted, "Stiles it wasn't even a real relationship."

"You counted it," he stated.

He wasn't wrong, I did consider Theo as a boyfriend but not a serious one. He was a goofy little elementary school crush... it wasn't a big deal to me, but apparently it was to Stiles. I didn't think that it bothered him that much. It wasn't like Theo and I were teenagers and we were actually doing things that real couples do. Now, if that were to be the case then I could understand his anger and jealousy but it wasn't the case, in fact it was the exact opposite of the case.

I sighed, "Oh my God, I'm sorry. I won't hug another member of the male species for the rest of my life, is that better?"

Stiles rolled his eyes, "I just don't like him... something about him is off."

"Stiles, he literally just tried to help save Scott and he came all the way here to join his pack because he idolizes him as an Alpha... what about that makes him sound off to you?" I genuinely asked.

Normally, I would trust Stiles' gut feeling... but every time a new person is introduced to the circle, he always assumes that they're dangerous and can't be trusted. Granted, I feel the same way most of the time... but I guess Stiles feels like he has to be the negative one because Scott is always so easy to think that everyone is perfect and there are no bad guys out there. And my brother couldn't be more wrong.

He shrugged, "I just don't like him. You shouldn't either because you're supposed to take my side on everything."

"Oh my God," I laughed as we reached the front of the line.

The black permanent marker was handed to me and I smiled as I approached the shelf. My eyes scanned the initials to see if I recognized any of them, and when I saw D.H. I chuckled. I wouldn't have pinned Derek as the type to participate in events such as this. I moved to the blank area on the shelf and neatly wrote KM and then handed the marker to Stiles. I watched as he scribbled his initials next to mine and then he handed the marker to Lydia. She then proceeded to write her initials on the opposite end of where Stiles and I wrote ours, and the she passed the parker to Kira.

The Kitsune's eyes widened slightly, "This isn't vandalism is it?"

"Not technically," Lydia responded with a shrug.

Kira swallowed thickly and then marked her initials on the shelf, handing the marker to Malia. I had been thinking about what Malia would put as her last name initial all day. I was hoping she would put a T, because that was how she grew up. She grew up as a Tate and the Hale's didn't deserve to have someone as awesome as her take on their last name. Derek is the only Hale that I can tolerate, and even then he still gets on my last nerve.

I stood on my tiptoes so I could peer over her shoulder to see the shelf, she hesitated before she marked MT beside Lydia and Kira's initials. The marker was then handed to Scott and he picked a spot further down on the shelf to write his initials. He stood still for a few moments and I wasn't exactly sure what he was doing before he scribbled something else down and then passed the marker off to the guy that was standing behind him. I glanced at the shelf to see that he had written SM and AA.

Scott approached the rest of us, who were standing a few feet behind him as we waited for him to finish. He stood beside Kira and put his arm around her shoulder, she then leaned into him and smiled. Stiles was watching my brother intently before he said, "She would have been with us."

"Yeah," Scott responded.

I smiled, knowing that Allison was watching us from the other side. She had told me that she was always watching over us and checking up on us. Hell, she even showed me the memories she decided to save so she could watch them over and over again. I knew that she would be watching us today, because it was such an important thing to be doing... this was our initiation into being Seniors.

"She still is," Lydia said.

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THAT GIF IS MY LIFE CAN WE JUST....

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CHAPTER TWO IS DONE YAY YAY YAY!

SO, ONCE AGAIN KASEY'S ABILITIES ARE EVOLVING, AND SHE'S GETTING STRONGER AND STRONGER. WHICH IS BOTH A GOOD AND A BAD THING. AND THEO IS FINALLY HERE WHICH MAKES ME EXTREMELY HAPPY BECAUSE I F*CKING LOVE THEO. HE'S THE BEST KIND OF BAD GUY THERE IS, HE'S SO MANIPULATIVE AND YOU LOVE TO HATE HIM. UGH I CAN'T WAIT UNTIL YOU GUYS GET TO SEE HIS DYNAMIC WITH KASEY BECAUSE I'M SO EXCITED TO WRITE IT.

BE SURE TO FAN, VOTE AND COMMENT AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK IS GOING TO HAPPEN IN THIS BOOK WITH KASEY.... I LOVE HEARING YOUR THEORIES! XX