"WAKE UP!"

I jolted upright in the bed, panting as I tried to collect my bearings. My eyes darted frantically around the room, expecting to see Lydia, since it had been her voice that I heard, but she was nowhere to be found. With a sigh I fell back onto the bed beside Stiles. These stupid nightmares and hallucinations are starting to really take a toll on me. I can't get more than an hour of sleep before I'm woken up. Hell, I can barely sleep by myself at all anymore. I've been spending the night at the Stilinski household for the past few days because the thought of being without Stiles during the night is enough to give me another anxiety attack.

Stiles stirred in his sleep, I must have woken him up again. His eyes slowly peeled open as he blinked rapidly, trying to clear away his confusion. "What's wrong?" He mumbled as he grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.

"I thought I heard something... well, someone." I muttered as I used my free hand to push my bangs out of my face. I don't remember my dream, all I know is that I heard Lydia shouting at me to wake up.

"Like... in the house? Or in your head?"

I winced at the question, and he noticed. I sound like I'm psychotic. I'm aware of, very aware actually. Lately I haven't been able to tell the different between what's real and what I am conjuring up in my head. I'm useless, constantly on edge, and highly unstable. I should just be locked away in a straight jacket.

"No.. I didn't... that came out wrong," Stiles back-tracked as he tried to take back what he said. I didn't take offence. It's the truth. I hear and see things that aren't there, that aren't real. It was an obvious question for him to ask me.

"It's fine." I assured him as I offered him my best smile that I could muster at whatever time it is. I tried to fall asleep at around eleven, but I have no idea how long I was even asleep for.

He sighed and tugged my body flush against his, "No it's not. I didn't mean to say it like that. I'm stupid, you can hit me for it. Hit me as hard as you can."

"As tempting as that offer is, I'll save it for later." I chuckled as I buried my face in his shirt. I don't know what it was about his shirts that I loved so much. Maybe it was because they always smelled like him, and whenever his cologne infiltrated my sinuses I knew he was around and instantly I felt one hundred times better. It's either that, or that they are one hundred percent cotton and are super soft.

"What did you hear?" He inquired as his lips gently touched my forehead. The action itself was enough to lull me back to sleep, but the fact that I was hallucinating hit me and I knew that I had to talk to him about it.

I groaned in frustration, "Lydia. She was shouting at me to wake up. So, obviously it was in my head."

"Do you think...well maybe it's... I don't know. Has she tried calling you?" He stammered. Reluctantly I pulled away from his embrace and snatched my phone off of his nightstand. Sure enough, I had seven missed calls from Lydia, four from Allison, and twenty-seven from Scott.

"Something's happening... we have to get up, like now." I muttered.

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The drive to the high school was spent with me calling Lydia and trying to find out what the hell was going on, and Stiles occasionally popping his two sense in every once in awhile. Scott had decided to show up at Stiles' house to get us up, because apparently something had went down.

As soon as the jeep peeled into the parking lot, I was out of the door and making my way towards Lydia and Allison. They were both already here, waiting on our arrival. Scott pulled his helmet off and positioned it on his handlebars as he jogged over to where I was standing, Stiles not far behind him.

Lydia glanced between the three of us as she explained herself, "It's the same thing that happened when I was going to the pool. I got into the car heading somewhere totally different and I wound up here, and you told me to call you first if I found a dead body."

"You found a dead body?!" Stiles shrieked, to be honest-- it wouldn't surprise me in the slightest if Lydia had found yet another dead body.

"Not yet," She corrected him.

My eyes widened, "Not yet? Lydia you are supposed to call after you find the dead body. Not before, or when you have a hunch that there could be one."

"Oh no. I am not doing that again. You find the dead body from now on." She nodded her head in my direction, obviously hinting at the fact that due to our weird connection that I should be able to find the dead body just as easily as she can.

I scoffed, "How am I supposed to find the dead body? You are the one who always finds the dead body!"

"Well I don't want to find the dead bodies anymore, so be my guest and go searching for it." Lydia retorted as she gestured her hands in the direction of the school building.

I opened my mouth to sass the hell out of her, but before I could release my wrath my brother's voice brought our altercation to a halt, "Guys! I found the dead body." And sure enough, there was the body of one of the deputies, laying on the concrete sign of the school, her blood dripping down the front of it.

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"And the reason that you're not dressed for school yet is...?" Scott questioned as I made my way down the stairs in my pajama's. After last night's totally disturbing body hunt, I returned home and tried my best to sleep on my own. Stiles needed his sleep, and I didn't want to disturb that any more than I already have.

Needless to say, I got no sleep at all last night.

I shrugged as he followed me into the kitchen, "You know you really are starting to act more dog like. You're like my own little chihuahua that just follows me around, oh I know! I can buy you a little pink hair-bow and get a bag to carry you around in." I remarked.

"Ha ha. Seriously, why aren't you dressed? Are you ditching today?"

I pulled open the fridge to retrieve a can of red bull, these things have been my lifeline for the past few days. Without them, I would be a sleep deprived mess, and trust me-- I did not rock the whole zombified look that I had going on.

"No. I'm coming in late. I don't want to go to study hall today, nor do I want to be present in History. I might show up for English who knows, hell... maybe I should just stay home. Then pop in at the recital tonight." The idea did sound appealing.

Isaac then walked into the kitchen rubbing at his eyes as he snatched my can of redbull out of my hands and chugged it all away. "Hey! You know, we have rules here mister. And one of those rules is to not touch my stuff. Newsflash, the redbull is mine."

"Aw, come on Kase! We have that whole brother and sister vibe going on, don't ruin it." He sang as he ruffled my hair.

Scott attempted to suppress a laugh as I silently fumed. What is with people and touching my freaking hair? I hate that shit more than anything else. I may have bedhead, but that doesn't mean you have clearance to make it worse.

"Shouldn't you both be leaving for school?" I retorted as I pulled another can of redbull out of my fridge. I needed it's kick in order to give me the drive to actually put on a proper pair of pants today.

My brother smirked, "Actually, do you want to do me a huge favor?"

"Not really, no." I dead-panned.

He shrugged, "You're going to anyway. Can you stop by Allison's later on this morning and check on her? I have a feeling she won't be at school today and I just want to make sure she's alright."

I groaned in annoyance, and here we go again with the lovesick puppy Scott McCall. Honestly, it's safe to say that he is obsessed with this girl. I will admit, it was cute in the beginning but everything he says somehow relates back to Allison. I love them both to death, but their teen soap opera relationship drama is not my cup of tea.

"I'm sure she's okay, l mean she is one tough cookie." I pointed out as I took a sip of that delicious red bull that I have become addicted to recently.

Isaac grinned, "I'll go with you Kasey. Gives us a chance to bond, you know really develop our being siblings now."

"Oh my god. Fine! I'll stalk your girlfriend!" I cried out. Scott started to chuckle at my annoyance, and Isaac joined in. I swear, I hate them. Stupid werewolves and their pack mentality.

My brother slung his arm over my shoulder, "You should actually get dressed and leave within the hour. Her dad leaves in the mornings so it will be easier to get into her apartment."

"For the love of all that is holy, Scott! I'm not breaking into her apartment! It's called knocking on the damn door."

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"You are not climbing up the side of the building." I sighed as Isaac and I approached Allison's apartment building. Yes, I was dressed and ready to go twenty minutes after my discussion with my brother and I was in fact going to check in on Allison, with my supposed new brother, Isaac.

He nodded, "Yes I am. It's more efficient if I just go up, pop in, make sure she's alive, and then be on our way."

"Or, we could knock on the door, she can answer it, and then we can leave?" I replied sarcastically. I am convinced that once you become a werewolf you just over-complicate things to show off. It's a very good theory.

"I like my plan better," He stated as he made his way towards the concrete wall of the building.

I rolled my eyes as I walked in through the lobby, smiling at the doorman and heading to the elevator. Isaac is an idiot. I can't climb the wall, and I am the one that Scott asked to check in on Allison anyway. So, I am not leaving until I, myself, make sure that she is still breathing normally.

The elevator ride was spent with me humming along with the music as I waited for it to stop on her floor, and the walk to her door was spent with me singing along to the only song that my mind was content on thinking about; What Makes You Beautiful by One Direction. I have no idea why it popped into my head, but I was rolling with it because Harry Styles was adorable.

When I finally reached her door, I knocked three times and waited patiently for an answer. Allison pulled the door open and smiled sarcastically at me, "The window wasn't convenient enough for you?"

"Nope. You know me and my terrible hand-eye coordination, so I thought taking the elevator was my best bet." I replied as I walked into her apartment. I have been here a total of seven times since she moved in, and I must say, I do quite enjoy it here.

She chuckled as she headed back towards her bedroom, I followed behind her and was met with the sight of Isaac laying on the floor looking up at the ceiling with wide eyes. I barked out in laughter as I grabbed at my sides, knowing that Allison had opened up a can of whoop-ass on him.

"Maybe next time you'll listen to me and go through the front door," I stated as I made myself comfortable on Allison's bed. She literally has the most comfortable bed in the world.

Allison snorted, "So what, is Scott sending you to watch me now?"

"He was just worried and wanted to make sure you were okay." Isaac huffed as he sat up and rested his elbows on his knees.

I watched as my brother's ex-girlfriend then spun a knife around her index finger, "I can take care of myself."

"Believe me, I can see that." I chuckled as I watched Isaac's face flash with fear. I wish I would have been able to see Allison totally knock him to the floor, that would have made my day.

"So, you're ditching today too?" I asked, trying to get a feel as to what Miss Argent was doing with her day. I know I have to go to school eventually, if not they are going to call my mom and I really don't feel like dealing with her bitching me out for skipping.

She nodded, "Yeah."

"Well... I actually have to get going, unless you want to veg out and watch some Bad Girls Club re-runs with me. I mean, I am totally up for that, but if not... I do have to make an appearance at school today so I don't get my behind ripped off by my mother." I sighed, the idea of just relaxing and watching girls act like idiots on television sounded like a much better way to spend my day than going to school.

Allison chuckled, "Sorry but I would much rather not watch that trainwreck."

"That's understandable. I guess I'll see you later then."

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"Will you please tell me why we are trying to talk to Ethan of all people, again?" I complained as I followed after my brother.

Yes, I had made it to school. No, I haven't made it to a single class yet because the second Scott and Stiles found me, they tugged me down the hallway after Ethan, who they were planning on speaking to so they could get some sort of information from him.

Ethan stopped walking and turned around on the stairs to face the three of us, "Why are you following me?"

"We need to talk to you." Scott stated simply, wasting no time in getting to the point of conversation.

He sighed as he glanced between the three of us, "I helped kill your friend. How do you know that I won't try and kill another one?" His eyes were locked on Stiles and I felt Stiles' body tense up beside me. Uh-oh.

"Is he looking at me? Are you threatening me? You know what I'm gonna do? I'm gonna break off an extra large branch of mountain ash, wrap it in wolfsbane, roll it in mistletoe and shove it up your freaking--" I placed my hand over his mouth as I tugged his arm back slightly, he was getting extremely worked up at the moment and even though I found it quite attractive and comical that he was threatening an alpha, he needed to calm down.

Scott placed a hand on his shoulder, "Whoa Stiles, calm down. We get it."

Stiles shot Ethan a look as he took a step back beside me and possessively wrapped his arm around my shoulder, tugging me against him. I glanced at Ethan and rose an eyebrow, "Seriously though, if you are trying to threaten my boyfriend I will not hesitate to chop off your manhood and shove it in a blender and then force feed it down your freaking throat. Hell, I'll even--"

"Kasey! He get's it." Scott cut me off with an amused look. He clearly was enjoying watching Stiles and I both get a bit worked up, but I mean our reactions our justified. We can't trust Ethan and he pretty much just said that he could hurt someone else, and he blatantly looked at Stiles. Therefore, I am going to tell him how it is if he touches one hair on my boyfriend's perfect little head.

My brother rolled his eyes and gave his attention back to Ethan, "We're talking to you because I know that you didn't want to kill Boyd. And I think that if something like that happened now, you wouldn't do it again."

Ethan shook his head from side to side, "You don't know what we owe them. Especially Deucalion. We weren't like Kali and Ennis when we met him, we weren't alpha's."

"What were you?" Scott asked hesitantly.

Ethan sighed, "Omega's. In actual wolf packs, omega's are the scapegoat. The last to eat, the one's who have to take the abuse from the rest of the pack."

"So you and your brother's were like the bitches of the pack?" Stiles stated without humor, he was being pretty cut-throat, and I knew it was because of the "threat" that Ethan had just gave him.

He nodded, "Something like that."

"So what happened?" Scott pressed on, wanting the answer desperately. This was the most that Ethan has ever spoken to us, and I am glad that Scott is taking the opportunity to finally get some answers.

"They were killers. I mean, people talk about us like we're monsters, but they're the ones who gave us the reputation. And our alpha was the worst of them." Ethan explained, his face hardening with the recollection of this memory that he didn't appear to be very found of.

I quirked an eyebrow in question, "So why didn't you just fight back? You know like organize a rebellion or some shit? Hell, even form like a voltron wolf and kick everyone's ass."

"We couldn't!" Ethan snapped defensively, I was unfazed, if I had a dollar for every time a werewolf snapped at me I would be a millionaire, "We didn't know how to control it back then."

Scott nodded, "But Deucalion taught you."

"And then we fought. We took down the entire pack. One by one. And then we got to our alpha, and he was begging for his life. Then we tore him apart, literally." Ethan continued to explain, he was getting amped up by the story, an adrenaline rush taking place in his body.

"What about your emissary?" My brother asked hesitantly.

Ethan shook his head from side to side, "They're all dead. Kali's, Ennis', all except Deucalion's."

"You mean Morell?" Stiles asked in confusion.

I kid you not, Ethan and I both winced at the same time. Ethan grabbed at his chest, and I grabbed at my head. Oh god. Not again. Please, not this shit again.

"Is something wrong? Are you hurt?" Scott asked Ethan.

He shook his head from side to side, "Not me, my brother."

Which then left me no choice other than to follow after my brother and Ethan, running down the halls beside Stiles. I know that this headache is a Lydia induced headache, which means that she is with Aiden. I'm not surprised in the slightest.

When we finally slid into the locker room, Aiden was swinging around a weight at Cora's head. She fell to the floor and Lydia was on her knee's beside her in a second. As Aiden went in to hit her again, Scott and Ethan both snatched up his arms. I fell to the ground beside Cora as I tried to figure out if she was okay. Her head was bleeding and she looked completely out of it. Shouldn't she be healing or something? Isn't that what werewolves do?

"Kasey don't connect yourself to her. Shut it out." Stiles said quickly. Shit, I hadn't even been thinking about that possibly happening. I nodded to myself and willed myself to not connect to Cora. I still am unaware of how it actually works, but it usually happens when I think about a person, so I just centered my thoughts around Stiles, rather than Cora.

"Don't! Aiden you can't touch her!" Ethan shouted at his brother.

Aiden was breathing heavily as he glared at Cora, "She came at me!"

"It doesn't matter! Kali gave Derek until the next full moon, that means you can't touch him or her until then." Ethan snapped, clearly fed up with his brother's impulsive decision.

Stiles swallowed nervously as he glanced at Cora, "Guy's... I think she is actually hurt."

Great.

"What were you thinking going after him?" Stiles asked Cora in annoyance. She seemed to be feeling a bit better, due to her now pacing around by the sinks anxiously. She had a gash on her forehead and it was still bleeding. I'm pretty sure that it should have healed by now, but for some reason it isn't. Which is making me uneasy.

Cora whipped her around around to glare at my boyfriend, "I did it for Boyd! None of you were doing anything."

"We're trying." Scott stated calmly, well here comes Mister Peacemaker.

She rolled her eyes, "And failing. You're nothing but a group of stupid teenagers running around thinking that you can stop people from being killed. And all you do is show up late, all you really do is find the bodies."

The amount of disgust in her voice made me want to bash her busted up head against the concrete wall. We are not a group of stupid teenagers who do nothing but find dead bodies. I know that it seems that way, but it's not true. We do so much more than that. We help people, without them even knowing it.

Cora stormed out of the locker room, leaving a gloomy cloud of awkward and annoyance behind her. Stiles blew out a breath and sighed, "Well she is certainly a Hale."

✠

Apparently there was only one thing left to do after Cora threw a total bitch fit. We needed to find answers so we could shake the title of "stupid teenagers who only find the dead bodies." Which resulted in my boyfriend and Cora driving to his house to convince his dad for help, while Scott and I headed to Morell's office for some "guidance."

I wasn't happy about the fact that I had to be away from Stiles, especially right now, but being around Cora was a bad idea, and I didn't want her to kill me, so I stuck with my brother.

"I'm sorry I don't have any more appointments scheduled today.." Ms. Morell stopped speaking when she noticed my brother and I sitting in the two chairs in front of her desk.

I smirked deviously, "Are you sure you can't make some time? We really could use some of your guidance."

Ms. Morell clenched her jaw as she slammed her cabinet drawer closed. She then forced a smile on her face as she closed the door to her room and stalked to her chair. She folded her hands in her lap and she eyed the two of us in annoyance, "Why are you bothering with me Scott? When you know that the clock is ticking? When you know that someone else is going to be taken?"

My brother narrowed his eyes, "By you?"

"Come on, Scott. Shouldn't you be leaving the interrogations to someone like Stilinski?" She rolled her eyes and smirked at me when she mentioned Stiles. I clenched my jaw as she hit a nerve, and she knew exactly how to continue to hit that nerve too.

Scott brought himself to the edge of his seat as he glared at Morell, "Are you the one killing people?"

"Are you listening to my heartbeat?" She countered as she sent him a smirk as well. Scott returned to his normal seating position, and I assumed that was because he could tell that she wasn't the one killing people.

Ms. Morell let out a sigh and shook her head from side to side, "The truth is, I'm the only way standing in the way between Deucalion and your friends. I've been the one pulling the leash taught when they are salivating for a bite."

"What do you mean?" I asked without thinking. The thought of Ms. Morell trying to control that insane group of alpha's seems impossible to me. They do whatever they want, and don't seem to mind the consequences in the slightest.

She glanced at my brother as she explained, "Deucalion want's a true alpha in his pack. He thinks it's you, and a few human sacrifices isn't enough of a distraction to dissuade him from the prize."

What? A true alpha? What does that mean? Is that different from a regular alpha? Why would Deucalion think that Scott would be a true alpha? The even more confusing part of this entire thing, is Scott doesn't seemed surprised in the slightest at the mention of the whole thing. As if he has already been spoken to about being a true alpha. Why didn't he tell me?

"I'm not an alpha." Scott stated evenly, trying to control his temper. I could see the steam practically fuming out of his ears, so I scooted to the far end of my seat in anticipation of him flipping the desk over or something.

Ms. Morell smirked once again, "No.. but you're well on your way, aren't you?"

"What does he want from me?!" Scott snapped as he sprung out of his chair, slamming his hands on the desk. Well, I was close. He didn't flip it, but he did smack it.

I watched in confusion as Ms. Morell stood up and smacked the desk as well, "We wants to make a killer out of you! That's what he does."

"But if I kill someone, I can't be a true alpha, right?" He asked her, his tone softening.

What in the hell? They are now acting as if I'm not even in the room, having a discussion that I obviously am not going to be a part of. Oh, Scott will be hearing about this later. The fact that he kept me in the dark about him being a true alpha is a big freaking deal.

Morell smiled, "Exactly. You want the psychologist perspective? He's an obsessive who is both desires you and is threatened by you. If the obsessive can't have the object of his desire, he will choose to destroy it instead. You'll either willing become a member of his pack, or he'll make a killer out of you. Destroying your potential to become a true alpha."

What in the hell?

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so it has been a while since i've updated and due to the fact that TOM hit 100,000 reads today I decided to do a double upload! it's so exciting that my book is doing so well, and i am so grateful that all of you have taken the time out of your days to read it! i hope you enjoyed this chapter. i am trying to make kasey venture off and do things without stiles sometimes, because they usually do everything together.

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