"Okay, next word... incongruous."

My boyfriend's voice was currently the only thing that my ears wanted to listen to at the moment. Being on this blasted bus is killing me, and it's really making me question my decision to join the cross country team. Stiles and Scott were sitting in the seat behind me, and they were studying vocab for the PSAT's. I was trying to sleep, but it wasn't really working. I feel like absolute crap. My head hurts. My side hurts. Pretty much everything hurts.

"Um, can you use it in a sentence?" Scott asked, sounding a bit out of it.

Stiles nodded, "Absolutely, it's completely incongruous that we are sitting on a bus right now going to a stupid cross country meet after what just happened. In congruous."

"Out of place. Ridiculous. Absurd." Scott answered as he remembered the meaning of the word easily.

"Absolutely. Okay next word, Darach... Darach, it's a noun-- we have to talk about it sometime, okay? And we're gonna be stuck on this thing for five hours, so why not?" Stiles asked as he sighed in annoyance.

Scott rolled his eyes and rested his head against the window, letting out an exhausted sigh. I rubbed at my eyes as I tried my best to ignore what our life has become once again. Stiles popped his head around the seat so he could see me better, "How are you feeling? Are you okay?"

I nodded, "I'm fine."

The bus then decided to go over a large pothole at that exact moment, and as our bodies were thrown at an unnatural angle, both Scott and I harmonized in unison with our winces and groans. My boyfriend let out a breath as he ran his hand through his hair anxiously, "We shouldn't have come, I knew it. We shouldn't have come." He rambled.

"We had to come, there's safety in numbers." Scott retorted as he swallowed dryly.

Stiles snorted, "Yeah? Well there's also death in numbers, it's called a massacre. Bloodbath. Carnage. Butchery... wow, that's--" he stopped reading words off of the screen of his iPad as I winced again, this was starting to become an issue.

"Yeah that's it, I'm telling Coach to pull over--" Stiles started as he stood up, I quickly grabbed his arm and tugged him into my seat, not allowing him to go any further.

I shook my head from side to side quickly, "No, we're fine."

"You're not fine!" He hissed as his eyes fell to my right side, where the wound was. Technically, the wound wasn't mine. It was Scott's. I'm not quite sure what happened, it just kind of appeared there the second that it was inflicted upon my brother. I guess I had connected myself to him again, but I don't recall even trying to. The point is, we're both sporting an identical wound that is really painful.

"It's just because it's from an alpha, it's going to take longer to heal." Scott stated from the seat behind us, slowly moving his body so he was in a more comfortable seating position.

Stiles' eyes met mine, "Let me see it."

"I don't think..."

"Kasey, let me see it."

I sighed as I reluctantly lifted up the hem of my shirt, revealing the three slash marks that were residing on my pale skin. They looked disgusting, and hadn't changed in appearance all that much since I got them. They still hurt like a bitch, and for some reason Scott and I both aren't healing as fast as we should be-- regardless of it being an alpha wound or not.

"Oh babe..."

"It's fine. I'm okay, really. Like Scott said, it's only taking this long because it's from an alpha." I lied as I hastily tugged the shirt back down, maybe if he can't see it then it will help him realize that he doesn't need to stress about me.

Stiles turned his head to face Scott, "Okay then why are Isaac and Boyd okay?"

I shrugged, "I don't know..."

"I still can't believe he's dead.... Derek's dead." Scott said sadly.

✠

It had been two days since the night that Stiles and I had our make-up in the rain. 48 hours of avoiding talking about everything that had happened that day. And now, it was time to work through it as best as we could. Scott and Isaac left about an hour ago, claiming they had wolf business to attend too... so I thought it would be a great time to invite Stiles over so we could talk.

Stiles had sat down on my bed, his legs outstretched in front of him and his arms supporting his torso upright. Eagerly, I took the spot directly beside him-- the heat his body was emitting touched my skin and aroused a sensation of comfort in the pit of my stomach.

I let out a sigh as I bit down on the corner of my bottom lip, "Okay... we should probably talk now, about this whole issue."

He nodded once, "You can go first..."

My thoughts were all jumbled up right now, I don't know what to even start with here. Should I maybe start with the fact that I finally was able to use my ability to connect to Stiles? Or would that by a bad place to begin this long discussion? Maybe I should bring up the whole Heather thing, centering around the topic of why he was talking about sex with her... yeah, I think I'll start there.

"Um, alright... with the Heather thing... why were you talking about having sex with her? And please don't deny it because I heard her part of the conversation, Stiles." My voice took a harsher tone than I had intended it too, and by the time I was finished speaking I could tell that Stiles felt a bit uncomfortable.

"Well, we weren't talking about having sex together... it was more of her telling me that she wanted me to do it. When Scott took you away after she kissed me and I went to talk with her, she told me that she wanted me to do it with her because she didn't want to be a virgin anymore. That's when I told her that I wasn't interested, I told her that I already was waiting for someone and that was the end of the conversation. I swear." He explained as he kept his gaze on me the entire time.

To say I was surprised to hear that was a bit of an understatement. Although, I don't know why I am so surprised. He has told me on countless occasions that he's in love with me, and when you're in love with someone you don't usually go around talking about having sex with different people. I really should learn to start trusting him more, these trust issues I have are taking a toll on our relationship.

"I'm sorry for flipping out--"

He chuckled as he held his hand over my mouth gently to silence me, "Don't apologize. It's okay, honestly. I should have told you the night it happened, that way it wouldn't have been a secret."

My hands went to his wrist to tug his hand away from my mouth, "I really love you." I admitted quietly, my skin pricked with uneasiness as I watched his facial expression go blank. It lasted only a mere second before a large grin overlapped his features, and then my skin heated up in embarrassment. I still get nervous saying that I love him out-loud, it's a bit childish I think.

"I really love you too." He replied as he brought his face closer to mine, his lips greeted my own as they began to dance feverishly with one another. This talk wasn't really as long and thought-out as it should have been, but I think I established what I needed to. I need to trust him. And I'm going to try my absolute hardest to do just that. I'm going to try to trust him to the best of my ability, no matter how hard it will be.

His body gently pushed mine towards the bed, my back hitting the mound of pillows at the base of the headboard. As he crawled on top of me, his hands gripping my waist, my heartbeat skyrocketed. These moments with him are the absolute best. Being able to feel this loved and protected is so euphoric it's unreal. His lips then traveled down my neck and to my collarbone, his teeth pricked at the skin but the gently brush of his lips afterwards seemed to instantly ignite pheromones inside of me. I wanted him. I wanted him so badly.

"Stiles--" I couldn't get another word out before his lips found mine once again, holding me prisoner to his touch, and only his touch. It can't be healthy to feel this attached to someone, to one single person.

His hands were now frantically tugging at my jacket, trying to remove the black cotton fabric from my torso-- but he couldn't get it off. I didn't want him to pull it off anyway, because taking it off means his lips have to leave mine and I don't want that at all. My fingers tangled themselves in his brown tassels of hair that hung at the base of his neck, tugging on them slightly. A groan bubbled up inside of his chest as his left hand slid down my thigh, squeezing it tightly as his hips rolled atop of mine.

My back arched as something sparked beneath my skin, it hurt. I tried to get Stiles off of me as the pain continued in my forearms, but he wouldn't stop. What's happening to me? The burning continued through my bloodstream, pumping through my heart and then being released throughout my entire body. My hands balled up the material of Stiles' shirt and I pushed on his chest-- hard. Finally he pulled away, giving me a confused glance. I shoved him off of me as I pulled the sleeves of my jacket up to reveal purple streaks running through my veins. My eyes were stinging with unshed tears as I glanced at Stiles in a panic, "What's happening to me?"

His eyes widened as he glanced at my forearms before they settled on my side, "KASEY!" He lunged for my side, ripping the jacket up to expose what should have been my bare side, but instead there were three large gashes that were seeping blood on to my white sheets.

It then occurred to me what was happening, Scott was in trouble.

✠

"Oh, McCall not you too!" Coach Finstock complained as he noticed that my brother was looking a bit out of it. He was a lot paler than he should be, and appeared to be sweating. He looked car sick, I guess.

Scott sat up a bit straighter, "Nah Coach, I'm good."

"Scott you're bleeding again, and don't tell me that it's just taking longer to heal because I'm pretty sure bleeding means it's not healing. Like at all." Stiles snapped as he gestured to my brothers white shirt that was absorbing the blood considerably.

I sighed as I glanced down at my side, it was bleeding as well. Ah, great. Stiles slid into my seat, his hands fumbled around with my jacket as he inspected the wound with wide eyes, "Kasey... this looks really bad, let me see your arms.." He said quietly as he gently grabbed my wrist. I didn't get a chance to respond as he lifted the sleeve of my jacket, the purple tendrils were still painted on my skin, and I knew that it had something to do with thw gash on my side.

"Honestly, I feel fine..." I mumbled as I pulled my arm away and held it against my stomach, preventing him from analyzing it further. We don't need to worry about it, Scott will start healing soon and then I will follow right behind him.

His knee was bouncing up and down anxiously as he chewed on the string of his jacket, he was worried. It isn't watching someone you care about be in pain or have something wrong with them, and he has two people that he cares about quite a bit sporting identical problems that no one knows how to fix.

Scott then abruptly stood up and stumbled down the aisle towards the seat that Isaac and Boyd were sharing. I have no idea what he is doing, maybe he sensed something. Stiles looked even more on edge as he watched my brother with wide eyes, "This isn't good." He mumbled as he glanced sideways at me.

I then glanced at Ethan, who was sitting beside Danny, he was practically mocking Boyd and Isaac after what happened last night. There had been a whole fight between some of the alpha pack and Derek's pack. That's how Scott got the wound, actually. And apparently Derek had been killed, I actually felt a pang in my chest when I heard the news. I was starting to kind of like Derek. Anyway, Ethan was here and it was driving Isaac and Boyd nuts, and Scott was in no condition to keep them under control, that must be what he's doing up there with them right now. As I watched Ethan for the short period of time, he had checked his phone quite a bit... he's waiting for something.

Scott then made his way back to us, groaning quietly as he flopped back into his seat, holding his side with both hands. "Crisis adverted?" Stiles asked quickly.

"Yeah, for now." Scott wheezed out.

Stiles nodded, "Okay good, because we got another problem. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like every five minutes, it's like he's waiting for something... a message or confirmation of some kind. It's something evil though, I have a very perceptive eye for evil, you know that."

I sighed, "Yeah and I don't like that fact that he's sitting with Danny..."

"I don't either," Scott agreed as he narrowed his eyes at the alpha twin that was once again looking at his phone.

Stiles pulled his phone out of his pocket and began to tap on the screen. "Babe, what are you doing?" I asked quietly.

He sighed, "I'm gonna ask what he's going..."

I then glanced at Danny to see him checking his phone screen, he then turned around to face Stiles and shook his head from side to side while mouthing no.

"Give me the phone," I hissed as I snatched the blue Nokia out of Stiles' hands. He opened his mouth to argue but before he said anything he realized it was useless to argue so he shut up.

This is Kasey. Ask him who is texting. Es muy importante.

I sent the text and Danny once again turned around, I smiled as I held the phone up so he could see that it was actually me texting him. He shook his head from side to side again, and then the phone binged with a text message.

No.

My jaw clenched as I angrily tapped on the screen, it's not that big of a deal to ask him what's he doing with his phone. I would ask, but he kind of wants to kill my brother so it would be a tad bit weird.

Seriously! Just freaking ask him, he's totally into you anyway, he may think you want to bang him if you ask.

I could hear the gasp that left Danny from the back of the bus and I couldn't help but chuckle, two can play at this game Danny.

NO! I actually like this guy, what is wrong with you?

Stiles propped himself up on the top of the seat, "Having any luck?"

"I'm about to..." I muttered as I typed on the screen repeatedly. Check and mate, Danny.

ding.

ding.

ding.

ding.

ding.

ding.

ding.

ding.

ding.

ding.

I smirked as I watched Ethan and Danny converse briefly, ha. I am a freaking genius, Ethan was obviously curious as to why Danny was receiving so many messages, so now it gives them reason to talk about why Ethan was receiving so many. Brilliant.

Danny and Ethan then both turned around quickly to face where Stiles, Scott, and I were sitting, and in true stealth form we all ducked in the seats. That was obviously sarcastic if you didn't pick up on that.

"Well that wasn't very subtle.." Stiles muttered as we sat back up.

The phone beeped and I quickly pulled open the text message, Someone close to him is sick. Might not make it through the night.

I quickly handed Stiles back his phone so he could see the message. I propped myself up on my knees so I could face them both in the seat behind me, it was a bit of an inconvenience for me but hey, story of my life.

"Ennis?" Scott stated in confusion, I have no idea who Ennis is... I guess he is one of the alpha's... wait, I think he's the one that Scott said attacked him in the hospital. I could be wrong though.

I rose an eyebrow, "Okay... so does that mean he's not dead?"

"Not yet," Stiles said with a sigh.

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Wooooooooo, finally got through this update. I am so stuffy today it's terrible. Ugh. Anyway I made a trailer for this book, it's on the first little AN thing that I posted, so go and check it out. It took me three freaking hours to make. Actually, I'll post it here too, that way you can find it. :D

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(the italic section is a flashback if that confused anyone)