Running, why am I running? Something is chasing me but I don't know what it is. Why is it chasing me? My house appeared in front of me and I stumbled through the front door, risking a glance over my shoulder to see an inky black fog creeping up the steps of my porch. I slammed the front door shut and made a break for the staircase to my bedroom; I could hear the wood in the front door splintering as the fog managed to break through.

I tripped through my doorway as I tried to shut my door, but it wouldn't budge. Why won't it close? The fog was inching up the stairs and faint yellow dots were glowing inside as it continued its advance. I started to scream as I continued to shove my body against the door, it still wouldn't move.

"Close the door, Miss McCall!"

I shrieked as Mr. Harris appeared in the hallway right in front of me. His throat was slashed and his blood was staining his pale skin and white shirt. One of the lenses in his glasses was cracked and his hair was a disheveled mess. My feet frantically carried me to my closet. I tried to close that door as well, but it also wouldn't move.

The black fog seeped into my room and the moment it touched my skin I started to cry out in pain. A pair of arms emerged from the fog and grabbed at my ankles, pulling me out of the closet, and dragging me into the hallway. My hands latched onto the railing of the stairs as the arms attempted to get me down to the first floor. Everything was burning and I couldn't get away.

"Kasey let go, I won't let it hurt you." I glanced up to see Stiles crouched down in front of me, a smile in place on his face. I let out a scream and released the railing when I noticed the blood smeared around his mouth and on his hands. The smile morphed into a sadistic smirk as the arms tugged me down the stairs and out of the front door into the dark oblivion.

"KASEY! KASEY WAKE UP!"

I jolted upright and started thrashing around in my bed, shoving the pair of arms off of me. My vision was blurred due to the tears spilling from my eyes, I tried to get as far away from the hold as I could, but it was too strong. I was screaming as loud as I possibly could, someone needs to help me! They're going to take me!

"Kasey! Stop! You're okay!"

I let out a strangled sob as I realized it was Scott that was trying to calm me down. My arms wrapped around his shoulders as I continued to cry, he held me tightly as his hands ran up and down the expanse of my back soothingly. I buried my face in the space between his neck and shoulder, trying to push the images from the nightmare out of my mind.

"It's okay, you're okay." Scott mumbled as my screaming finally stopped, I pulled out of his embrace and glanced at him with tears streaming down my cheeks. He had a worried look plastered on his face as his eyes were narrowed in concern.

I let out a shaky breath as I ran my hand through my hair, "I need to call Stiles," I mumbled. My dream had been about him after all. He was obviously psychotic. I mean, he had tried to kill me. At least I think that's what he was trying to do. 

I glanced at the time on my alarm clock, it was after midnight. Stiles is probably asleep, and I don't want to wake him up... he hasn't really been sleeping much lately. I haven't either. I keep having the same dream over and over but slightly different every time.

This black fog is always chasing me, and I try to hide but I can never close the door. Then someone that we know that has been dead for a while pops up and screams at me to close the door, and I can't close it and then the fog grabs me and pulls me into this empty black void. Stiles being there with blood on him was different though, that's never happened before. I don't know why my subconscious would conjure that up, but it scared the absolute hell out of me.

"Are you going to call him?"

I jumped slightly at the sound of my brother's voice, momentarily forgetting his presence. I ran my hands over my face as I tried to calm myself down. These nightmares are getting worse with each passing day. 

"No, he's probably sleeping..." I mumbled incoherently. My head was pounding and I just wanted to be able to go back to sleep without worry of that dreadful nightmare returning.

Scott grabbed at my hands and held them in his tightly, "Do you want to talk about it?"

I would have answered him, but instead I saw something that completely drew my attention. My bedroom door and closet door were both pushed open, the bedroom door was open because of Scott but I always close my closet door before I go to sleep. It's just like my dream... why am I dreaming about doors being open?

"Kasey?" Scott persisted as I struggled out of his grip and made my way towards the closet door, I don't know why it's making me uneasy having it open, but I need to close it. I need to close the door.

It was dark inside, the sight brought images of the black fog to mind. What is the black fog? Why does it want to take me? Where does it want to take me? Why do I have to close every damn door? What does that mean?

"Kasey come over here and talk to me!" Scott hissed. I ignored him and walked over to the door. What is behind the door? Why won't it close?

As soon as I grabbed a hold of the door handle, the fog seemed to appear out of nowhere. My eyes widened as I went to let out a scream, but it grabbed a hold of my body and pulled me into the closet.

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My eyes snapped open as the panic coursed through my body, why can't I move? My heart is hammering against my rib cage hard enough to bring tears to my eyes, my ears are ringing and all I want to do is just move, why can't I move? Suddenly pain in my lower back surged up my spine and the ability to breathe returned, I sat up with a gasp as I clawed at my chest frantically, having no idea why I was not in my bed or why I felt like I couldn't breathe. The ground was cold and hard, it was certainly not my mattress.

I winced as I pushed myself up to a standing position, my hand instantly checking my pocket for my phone-- I don't know how I knew it was there, but I did. My fingers clasped around the device as I yanked it from the pocket of my sweats. Without thinking I hastily dialed my brother's cell phone number and bounced on the balls of my feet as I waited for him to pick up.

"Scott?" I whispered into my phone, my eyes fearfully darting around the dark wooded area surrounding me. I have no idea how I got out here, or where here even actually is. I don't know why I had my phone with me either. How did I even get outside?

My brother yawned loudly before responding, "Kasey?"

I blinked rapidly as the frigid night air wrapped around my exposed skin, "Scott..." My voice was frantic, and I was choking out the sob that wanted to escape me. I have no idea what the hell is going on with me.

The tone in my voice registered that something was wrong because I could practically feel the switch in Scott's demeanor, "Kasey? What's wrong?"

"I'm scared, Scott." I said quietly, the sound of a twig snapping caused me to jump in place and bite down on my lip in fear. I have no idea where I'm at, and I can't see anything clearly. It's all distorted from the crepuscular darkness and the sheer layer of tears that are threatening to spill over.

Scott cleared his throat, "Where are you? Hey, listen to me you're okay. Just tell me where you are and I'll come and get you, okay?"

"I--I don't know, its dark." I choked out, bringing my hand to my mouth to try and prevent the sound of my voice from echoing around.

Another twig snapped and I had to fight the urge to scream, I know there is something out here with me, I just don't know what it is. What if it's something dangerous? What if it's another homocidal werewolf that has decided to come to Beacon Hills? Or the black fog? What if it's Stiles chasing me again? Oh my god.

"Do you see anything specific like a landmark or something, anything?" My brother inquired, I could hear him stumbling around in his room, slamming drawers shut as he desperately tried to find a change of clothes.

I squinted my eyes as I tried to find something to help Scott pinpoint my location, but it was useless. My phone started beeping loudly in my ear. I pulled it away so I could see what was happening, only to find that the call had been lost. I saw the small red tick on the battery in the top corner revealing I only had 7% of battery left. Hesitantly, I flicked on the flashlight function so I could try and get an idea of where I was.

Slowly, I moved my arm and directed the light in the area surrounding me. All I could see were trees; an abundance and never ending supply of trees. That won't do much help in trying to find me. I took a deep breath and hesitantly took a step forward, another twig snapped and I quickly turned my body in the direction of where it had come from, my light hit a large tree stump in the process.

My phone screen lit up and the device began to vibrate in my hand, Scott's caller ID popped up with the picture of him flashing on the screen. I tapped the screen and pressed the phone to my ear, "Are you okay? What happened?" He asked in a panic.

I sighed and took another hesitant step towards the large stump, "My phone's dying..." I whispered fearfully. What if it dies before I can find out where I am? How will he find me?

"Kasey don't hang up!" he shrieked, already sensing what I was planning on doing. I can't waste the battery.

"I'll call you back, I promise," I said before ending the call. I swallowed thickly as I glanced around, my feet slowly inching forward as I moved from the spot I had been in when I woke up. Is this even real? I could just be dreaming, right?

My eyes roamed around the trees on either side of me. I know that there is someone out here with me. They just keep sneaking around thinking that I don't hear them, but I do. Who is it? What do they want?

Through the murky darkness, I saw a large mass on the ground. I glanced at the battery to see I had 4% left. I clicked on the flashlight and my eyes widened when I realized what I was standing in front of.

Without hesitation, I dialed Scott's number once again. He answered on the second ring anxiously, "Kasey?!"

"I'm by the nemeton," I whispered quietly.

Scott was silent for a moment before responding, "Kasey? Hello?" He must not have been able to hear me.

"I'm by the nemeton," I repeated, my voice a fraction of an octave higher than before. I didn't want to be loud, whatever is out here can more than likely already hear me, but I still don't want them to be able to pinpoint where I'm at because of my voice.

"Kasey, why are you whispering? I can't hear you" He asked in confusion.

I swallowed thickly, "I don't want them to hear me."

"Them? Kasey, are there people there with you?" He asked quickly, his voice taking an urgent tone.

I was just about to respond when my phone started to beep, and then it shut off. My battery died. I mumbled a string of curse words under my breath before shoving my phone into the pocket of my pants and crossing my arms over my chest to try and warm myself up. Scott knows where I am, he'll be here any minute. Hopefully he heard me say that I was at the nemeton.

Through the darkness my eyes were able to pick up on someone walking towards the nemeton on the opposite side that I had been standing. They were dressed in all black so they seemed to blend in with the inky darkness, I squinted my eyes as I watched their arm shoot out and pull what looked like a weed from the middle of the nemeton.

I wanted to move away from the nemeton, but my feet seemed to be glued to the ground. I wanted to run away and scream, but I all I could do was stand here and watch as hundreds of bright yellow fireflies spewed out of the nemeton. What the hell is happening? I opened my mouth to scream, but nothing came out. The person then pointed towards me and several of the fireflies darted in my direction.

They hit my skin and started to eat through it, climbing inside of me. I was paralyzed, but the intense rush of pain as each bug crawled into my skin was as vivid as ever. My vision went grainy as I felt my body wobble from side to side slowly, before I could try and stop myself I hit the ground. The last thing I saw was black fog swirling around in the shape of what I could only describe as cloaked people.

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"Are you sure you want to go to school today?" My mom asked nervously, her hands fidgeting profusely as she watched me apply mascara to my lashes with my shaky hold. I haven't stopped shaking since Scott found me last night. Apparently I had managed to sleep-walk out of my house and five miles into the Beacon Hills Reserve without a single person seeing me. Also I had unlocked the front door... how is that even possible? When I got home, I pretty much just laid in my bed with my eyes fixed on the ceiling, trying to process not only the fact that I had walked out of the house in the middle of the night, but also the horrendous nightmare about Stiles.

Even though I probably should have told Scott about the nightmare, I didn't. I know that eventually I am going to have to explain all of this to him, because he hates when I keep him in the dark about things but I don't really have much else of a choice. I don't want him worrying about me, and if he knows then he is going to tell Stiles, the last thing I need is to have Scott and Stiles both worrying about me.

I nodded once as I capped the mascara and dropped it back into the small bucket where I keep all of my make-up, "Yeah. If I sit at home all day without anything to distract me, I'll drive myself crazy."

"You don't have to go, though... Sweetheart, I just don't want you feeling like I want you to go. If you aren't comfortable with it--"

My hand shot out and pressed against her mouth gently as I chuckled, "Mom. I'm fine, honestly."

She pushed my hand away and raised an eyebrow. "Kasey, you slept walk out of the house. That's not okay."

"But I'm okay, right?"

Her lips pressed together into a thin line briefly, "This time. What if it happens again?"

"Then we'll worry about it then." I shrugged it off, trying to get her to believe the allusion that I'll be okay. I'm going to have to be okay because now is so not the time for me to start losing my mind.

I didn't want to talk about it anymore, so I pressed a swift kiss to her cheek and made my way out of my room and down the stairs. Stiles was supposed to be picking me up in like five minutes and I don't want to make him wait on me. Scott practically threatened to burn my hair off in my sleep if I didn't tell Stiles about what happened last night. He hates it how I prefer to keep things like this to myself, but honestly... I always think it's the better option.

Stiles and Scott both have enough that they need to be worrying about right now, why would I want to put more on their plates with my problems? I'll figure it out. I always figure it out eventually. I don't need to cause them more stress, especially Stiles. He's told me that the past few weeks have been awful for him, sleeping-wise. I've been sleeping fine for the most part; I just keep waking up in strange places.

The woods last night was certainly not the first time that I have slept walk somewhere in the past few weeks. I have woken up in my car, the front yard, the kitchen, even the living room. I don't know why it's happening all of a sudden, but hopefully it's a habit I can break. I just hope my mom doesn't tell my dad about it. The asshole is still here, and I hate it.

Stiles honked his horn, and I jolted in my spot. I had been standing at the base of the stairs spacing out again. I ran my hand over my face to try and get rid of the exhaustion as I exited my house and made my way to his jeep. He was smiling at me as I slid in and buckled my seat-belt.

"Morning," he greeted.

I smiled in return, "Hey."

He leaned across the gear shift and I followed suit, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. I smiled again as he tugged on my shirt, pulling me in for another. Kissing him just makes me feel better, and I don't know if that's a good or bad thing. After a few minutes of just kissing one another repeatedly, he finally pulled back, his cheeks tinged a shade of red.

"Hey." He chuckled as he ran his hand over his hair.

I grinned, "Hi."

"So I have a development in the whole nightmare thing." He said as he backed out of my driveway, Scott had left for school about ten minutes ago. I don't know what's up with him lately but he's acting really weird.

I nodded slowly, "Okay.. a good or a bad development?"

"Bad, awful, terrible, horrible, terrifying--"

"Okay, enough synonyms. What's the development? Are you having intense wet dreams about Lydia or something?" I teased, attempting to lighten the mood.

He shot me a look, "No. But, you were there."

"I was where?" I asked in confusion.

"My dream, you were in my dream," he clarified, the tone of his voice had changed. He wasn't joking anymore, it was his "this is serious and we need to take it seriously" tone. I hate this tone. I don't like serious Stiles. I like my goofy, sarcastic, and extremely romantic Stiles.

"So you had an intense wet dream about me?" I asked with a chuckle, my hand going for the knobs of the radio to give us a little background noise.

He groaned, "No. Why are you being so perverted all of a sudden, I'm supposed to be the one that's perverted."

"Alright, fine. So you had a bad, awful, terrible, horrible, terrifying development with your nightmares..." I began, setting him back up to finish his story.

He nodded, "Right, so I couldn't wake up, I couldn't move, I couldn't do anything."

"That sounds really scary." I said quietly.

He let out a breath, "Yeah. Ever hear of sleep paralysis?"

"No... but judging by the word paralysis I assume it's not pleasant."

Stiles nodded again, "Have you ever had a dream where after you wake up you feel like you can't move or talk?"

"Yeah," I said quietly, most of the nights these past few weeks whenever I've woken up I have felt like that.

"Well that happens because when your body is in REM sleep it's basically paralyzed. It's called muscle atonia. That way if you start dreaming about running, you don't actually start running in your bed. But sometimes your mind can wake up before your body does, and for that split second you realize that you're paralyzed," he explained, obviously he had done some research about this whole thing.

I'm not surprised, whenever Stiles doesn't know something he takes to the internet to try and find the answers.

I blew out a breath, "That's the bad, awful, terrible, horrible, terrifying part?"

"Yeah. It's what turns your dream into a nightmare. You can feel like you're falling, like you're being strangled, or in my case, in the center of a mangled grove where a number of human sacrifice have taken place." He retorted.

Wait, he was dreaming about the nemeton?

"So in your dream you were back at the nemeton?" I questioned slowly, that can't be a coincidence that he's dreaming about it while I'm actually walking to it during the same time.

He nodded, "Yeah that would be where the human--wait, why?"

"Well, I've also had a development in my sleeping situation." I stated off-handily.

Stiles swallowed nervously, "A bad, awful, terrible, horrible, terrifying one?"

"Yeah. I've been sleep walking. And last night... I slept walk out of my house and five miles into the woods, Scott found me passed out by the nemeton." I explained, praying to God that he wouldn't jerk the steering wheel because he would end up having one of his spastic fits.

We were both silent for a moment, letting the information about our new nightly routines seep in. I have no doubt that the reason why we are experiencing similar things is because of the night that Stiles was sacrificed, I connected myself to him... and now whatever he is facing, I am facing as well.

"So you think it means something?" I asked him after a moment.

He nodded, "What if that night... the night I was sacrificed, it's still affecting me. Still affecting us?"

"That's actually what I was thinking," I mumbled. For once, I was actually hoping that I had been wrong. The coin has never and will never land in my favor. I need to start accepting that.

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After Stiles parked his jeep and we made our way towards the school, I let out a sigh. I was too tired to deal with annoying people today. Honestly, with everything that I have going on in my life, the idea of coming to school is ridiculous.

During our trek to the building, I caught sight of my brother. He was running down the small set of concrete steps fearfully, glancing at something behind him, like he was being chased by something. He ran right into me, nearly knocking me to the ground. Both Stiles and Scott's arms shot out to grab a hold of me so I didn't hit the concrete.

"Jesus, Scott. Are you okay?" I asked as I adjusted my jacket that had been pushed out of place.

He nodded, "Yeah."

Stiles rose an eyebrow, "You sure? You don't look alright?"

"I'm sure. I'm fine," Scott clarified.

I let out a sigh, "You just ran down the stairs and nearly body-checked me to the ground, Scott. I don't think that qualifies as fine."

"It's happening to you too, you're seeing things aren't you?" Stiles asked Scott, who had a look of pure bewilderment on his face.

My brother rose an eyebrow, "How did you know that?"

I let out a sigh as Lydia and Allison appeared behind us, "Because it's happening to all three of you. And Kasey too, apparently." Our strawberry blond companion stated. 

My eyes widened, "How did you-"

"Our psychic bond remember?" She smirked while tapping her pointer finger to her temple. Great, so that means that Lydia knows something about me that I more than likely didn't want her to know.

Stiles grabbed my hand as we made our way into the building, thank God that he did too, because as soon as he did I could feel the nervousness just melt away. Like I said before, he has the ability to just calm me down.

"Well, well, well, look who's no longer the crazy one," Lydia sang as she pushed through the double doors that led to the main hallway.

Allison rolled her eyes, "We're not crazy."

"Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Sleep walking five miles into the woods? Yeah you guys are fine," Lydia snorted as her eyes darted between Scott, Allison, Stiles, and myself. I have no idea what's up with Allison and Scott, they must be hallucinating things too.

My brother shrugged, "Well we did die and come back to life, that's gotta have some side-effects right?"

"I didn't die." I dead-panned, my stupid ability has given me the luxury of having my mind completely and utterly messed up by some supernatural force.

Lydia sighed, "No but you did connect yourself to Stiles while he was dead, remember? Maybe that counts as you dying too?"

The bell rang, signaling the beginning of first bell. I let out another sigh as Stiles pressed a kiss to my cheek, "Okay just keep an eye on each other alright? And Lydia, stop enjoying this so much," He said before walking away.

Lydia and Allison had art first bell and Scott and Stiles had History, I had Physics with Isaac. I haven't seen him all morning; he's been hanging around Allison a lot lately, so I think that's why he's been MIA.

Scott glanced at me worriedly, "If anything happens please call me or Stiles, or even scream-- I'll hear you, okay?"

I chuckled dryly, "Scott, I'm not gonna scream. I'm sure I'll be fine."

He sighed, "I mean it, Kasey."

"Okay, okay," I muttered before adjusting my backpack strap and heading off towards Physics class. Hopefully Isaac is a good lab partner, the only memory I have of him in a lab was when him and Erica tried to test Lydia for being the Kanima and he was a total asshole to me about Stiles. Thank God he's over that whole egotistical beginning werewolf phase.

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"I don't understand why you are dragging me along with you to spy on Allison," I sighed as I followed after Isaac.

We were walking through the woods, thankfully the sun was still up, but I was still on edge about my midnight trek last night. I wanted to avoid the Beacon Hills Reserve at all costs, but apparently there was this new "buddy system" being introduced since four out of the six people in our group are pretty much losing their minds.

Allison and Lydia had booked it here after school, Stiles had gone to see his dad, and Scott went home to decompress after his long day at school. Apparently he isn't just hallucinating. He's losing the ability to keep his werewolf side dormant. He nearly shifted in the hallway today and Stiles told me that Scott had dug his nails (read werewolf claws) into his hands, oozing a major amount of blood, in order to keep himself from turning. Stiles also went as far to tell me that he isn't even sure what's a dream and what's real anymore because he can't read a single thing, and apparently when you're dreaming you can't read at all.

Needless to say, Team Badass had an eventful day. Isaac and I have a study hall last period together so he just decided to bring me along with him. I didn't mind so much though because if my dad was home I don't want to deal with his pestering questions. I have no idea how he got my cell phone number, but he has been sending me countless text messages today after my mom told him about what happened last night. I don't want to deal with him right now. I don't have the patience.

Isaac shot me a look, "I'm not spying on her."

"No, you're stalking her. My bad, two totally different things," I retorted sarcastically. I have no idea if Scott knows the extent of Isaac and Allison's relationship, to be completely honest I don't even know how serious they are. I do know that Isaac really cares for her, and Allison seems to be feeling the same way since she has been willingly hanging around him.

I'm trying to play the whole Switzerland card about the whole Allison situation, but it's really hard. Scott is my brother and I obviously care more about his feelings and what he wants over Isaac's, but Isaac is my friend... and Isaac has really been trying to help and I just can't ignore his feelings for Scott's. All in all though, I obviously want Allison to chose Scott over Isaac because my brother loves her more than anything else in the world. That's why I've been trying to stay away from Allison in general, that way I don't upset either one of them, but leave it to Isaac to basically kidnap me and make me go with him to spy on the girl in question.

"I'm not stalking her either, I'm just worried about her. You should have seen her earlier, she's going through this too you know," he stated as he grabbed my wrist and tugged me behind a tree. I could hear Lydia's voice faintly echoing around the trees. She said something about a Mongolian Draw. What even is that?

I slowly peeked around the tree and watched as Allison grabbed her quiver and bow before walking away from Lydia. Why was she just leaving Lydia? Is that even a good idea? Isaac sighed in exhaustion once Allison disappeared over a hill, "What is she doing?"

"Why don't we go ask Lydia?" I retorted as I made my over to my strawberry blonde companion.

She jumped in place when she heard me approaching, but when she turned around and her eyes locked on me her shoulders relaxed. "What are you doing here?" she asked in confusion.

"Isaac was stalking Allison and decided to use me as a hostage," I explained as I jerked my head in the direction of where Isaac was still hiding behind a tree. When he heard me tell Lydia that he was here though, he sheepishly walked over to us, an embarrassed look on his face.

Lydia sighed, "Well her aim is certainly not improving. And now she just left me here, this is the second time she has done that."

I shrugged, "She must have seen something."

"Yeah something that isn't even there. What if she gets lost?" Lydia asked as she glanced around for Allison. There was a lot of land in the woods, and Allison could easily just disappear. It's a good thing that we happen to have a werewolf that can sniff her out.

Isaac rose his hand up a little bit, "I'd be able to find her."

"Wait, there she is," Lydia said as she pointed at Allison. She was walking back towards us, a spaced out look in her eyes. She then raised her bow and quickly drew an arrow. My breath hitched as she let it go.

The arrow came right towards my face, I opened my mouth to scream but Isaac snatched it out of the air effortlessly. My eyes were the size of saucers as I just gaped at Allison, who suddenly came out of her trance. Her eyes darted from Isaac's hand with the arrow and the look of pure horror that was plastered on my face.

"Oh my god! Kasey, I am so sorry!" She gasped as she dropped the bow to the ground, holding her hands up as she glanced at me. I let out a breath I hadn't realized that I had been holding and blinked rapidly. Oh my god, she almost killed me.

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"She almost shot you in the face?" Scott asked in bewilderment as he sat down on the foot of his bed.

Once again, Isaac had to run to my brother and tell him everything. I was hoping to just keep Allison's little Katniss Everdeen moment between us, but that obviously wasn't going to happen. Apparently keeping secrets is no longer a thing that we are allowed to do, that angers me more than it should. I don't know why I want to keep everything to myself all of a sudden.

I nodded as I sat down in his desk chair, "Yeah... but Isaac grabbed it before it could hit me so.."

"Well she also said that she keeps seeing her dead Aunt, so whatever is happening to you guys is happening to her too," Isaac stated from his position by the doorway.

Scott glanced at Isaac in confusion, "Wait, why were you even there?"

Isaac swallowed nervously as he glanced at me. I smirked as I let the reason why slip from between my lips, "Well he was kind of following her."

I knew that Isaac was annoyed by the glare he threw my way, but I couldn't help it. If he's going to sell me out, I can sell his werewolf ass out too.

My brother stood from the bed, "Why were you following her?"

"Just hit me, please," Isaac pleaded. I snorted at his lame response, but when I watched Scott grab a hold of Isaac and throw him out into the hallway, his body slamming into the wall, knocking a picture frame off of the wall, my eyes widened.

My mom then shouted up the stairs, "Boys! This house does not have the supernatural ability to heal!"

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OMG. So here is the first chapter of 3b. As you all know it's only going to go downhill from here. This season is absolutely crazy for every single character, especially Kasey. I am beyond excited to get this all written and posted. So, I hope it was worth the wait everyone! What do you all think is going on with Kasey? What do you think about Kasey and Isaac's new friendship? What was your favorite part? Why was it your favorite part? 

I have the next two chapters written and about 1/4 of chapter 28 written, so that's good that I'm ahead of schedule because with this whole having a job thing, I've lost a lot of free time. I am going to post a new chapter every Monday (aka Moonday) since the show will be drawing to a close tonight. I actually won't be able to watch it until Wednesday, which is highly depressing but ya know... that's my life. 

Anyway, I hope you all enjoyed the chapter! Don't forget to fan, vote, and comment if you haven't already! I really want to hear a response from all of you about your theories for Kasey this season! I have posted a few spoilers on my instagram (xsimply_stilesx) and there will be spoilers on my twitter at some point too (xsimply_stilesx) and I may post some on my tumblr... haven't decided yet! -Sasha xx