I spent all of Saturday alone in my room reading the book, gathering every piece of information I could. I learnt the history of previous wars between hunters and werewolves, and about the previous witches that had held this book. Apparently, after each witch dies, their story gets added to the book, and it reveals itself to the next witch when the time is right.

I learnt about the witch before me, who had been slaughtered in a gruesome fight when she refused to pick a side. I learnt about the first witch, whose daughter was going to be the next witch, so she created this book to teach her everything she knew when she died, because there could only be one witch at a time.

I learnt about the first witch's daughter, said to be the most powerful witch known. I read about her story, of how she had met a werewolf and fallen in love with her, only to realise she'd been manipulating her all along to fight with the werewolves. The witch, drowning in her pain and sorrow, had taken her revenge and wiped out more than half of the werewolves' population as a whole, as well as herself. The book warned me that witches were vengeful creatures, and that if you wronged one they would stop at nothing to get their revenge.

It gave me the creeps.

I read about how it was vital for me to stay hidden until the time was right, because both werewolves and hunters would try to sway me to their side, and I needed to be confident enough in my magic to defend myself if anything went sideways. It made me feel queasy, because I wasn't naturally a decisive person and the idea of choosing a side to win a war was dizzying.

I'd also focused on actually using magic. I'd lit the candles in my room at least a hundred times, the burnt blanket hidden under my bed that had accidently caught fire proof of it. I also knew how to extinguish the flames with my magic, as absurd as it sounded. Using magic, actual magic, to blow out candles. It was crazy.

I wanted to spend all of Sunday reading as well, but Isaac had texted me asking if I wanted to study, because the school had an open library on Sunday, and I couldn't resist seeing him again. I'd agreed and shoved my book back into the bottom of my cupboard before getting ready to see him, feeling excited.

I borrowed Allison's car and met Isaac at the school. He was looking dashing as always, and flashed me a smile that made me knees weak. We went to the library and took out some books before working on our project. We worked better than we had at Isaac's house, mainly because the library wasn't a place you could laugh out loud or mess about in.

I couldn't concentrate though, my mind still on the book and witches and werewolves. Were werewolves real? I didn't think I'd encountered one before, but for all I knew a werewolf could be in this room right now. How was I supposed to tell who the werewolves were and who the hunters were?

"You okay?" Isaac asked me after a while of studying, noticing my lack of concentration.

I smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry, I'm just finding it hard to focus."

Silence descended on us, and I looked back to my book, trying to get the thoughts of witches out of my mind, when Isaac spoke.

"Do you want to leave and just hang out?"

I looked up, surprised. "What?"

Isaac rubbed the back of his neck nervously. "Well, I mean, you don't seem to be doing a lot of work, not that I'm upset with you about that or anything, and I don't really want to study much either, but I do want to hang out with you, so we could leave here and just hang out somewhere else."

I smiled. "That would actually be really good."

We both packed up and left the school, talking.

"So, where do you want to go?" Isaac asked me.

I thought about it for a moment. "You could come to my house if you want."

"Sounds good," Isaac said, smiling at me.

I looked away, feeling my own lips curve into a smile as my heart fluttered. I was getting a crush on one of the only friends I'd made here. Great. I couldn't help it though, not when he looked at me with those eyes, or when he told me something that made me laugh, when countless others had tried and failed to coax laughs out of me.

When we arrived at my house, no one seemed to be home, so we got some snacks from the cupboard and got settled on the couch to watch some movies. It took about 15 minutes of bickering before we landed on something to watch, a horror movie, and by then half of the bowl of popcorn had already been eaten.

We turned all the lights off and closed the blinds to get into the spooky feel and played the movie. I was tensed, watching with morbid fascination at how utterly dumb people could be. Hear a noise in the dark scary basement? Go check it out. See the light on in the house when no one's supposed to be home? Go investigate.

Throughout the movie I found myself gravitating closer and closer to Isaac, more out of fear than anything else. I grabbed onto Isaac's arm, clutching it tightly as I watched the movie with dread. I slunk down, closer to Isaac as I tried and failed to look away. I sat there, tightly coiled as the movie continued. Eventually I managed to glance away at Isaac, only to find him already staring at me. His eyes darted back to the tv when I caught him, and I smiled slightly as I turned back to the tv.

When the movie finished, we decided to go up to my room and play cards. I kept glancing at my wardrobe, wanting to continue reading the book, but I also enjoyed spending time with Isaac, so I shoved the book out of my mind and focused on beating Isaac at cards.

We were halfway through our third game – I'd won the first round and Isaac the second – when we were interrupted by Isaac's phone ringing. Isaac distractedly grabbed his phone, eyes still planted on his card, and he glanced at the caller ID before freezing, his whole body going stiff as he stared at his phone.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

Isaac looked up, as if just remembering I was there. "Oh, nothing. It's just my dad."

I watched uneasily as Isaac answered the phone, his voice weaker than usual. I heard muffled shouts from the other side of the phone, and Isaac tried to explain something but kept getting cut off, eventually just staying quiet and enduring his father's words.

When he eventually ended the call, he looked up at me apologetically, like he'd inconvenienced me. "I'm really sorry but I've got to cut this short. My dad-"

"It's fine," I assured him. "I had fun today.

Isaac smiled. "So did I."

Isaac left and I sat there, quietly going over the phone call Isaac had had with his father. I didn't manage to hear what he'd said, but Isaac's father had sounded angry, and Isaac himself had seemed scared.

I grabbed my phone off my bedside table and sent Isaac a quick 'are you okay?' text, but he didn't answer. I sat there, fidgeting with my hands as I waited anxiously for him to text back, but after 30 minutes of no replies, I gave up and decided to distract myself by reading the book.

I finally learnt how to sense if someone is a werewolf, a quick spell that required no chant and I could do inside my head. The only downside was I had to focus on a person to use it, meaning if I wanted to know if I had a werewolf in my class, I'd have to use the spell on each individual person to find out.

There was the sound of a door closing downstairs and I shut the book, hurrying out of my room and downstairs to find Allison coming back from who knows where. With the spell in my mind, I cast the enchantment, but came back with nothing.

So Allison wasn't a werewolf. Good to know.

I greeted Allison with a smile as she passed me to go to her room, and I strolled into the kitchen to look for snacks, my mind wandering. Were there any werewolves in Beacon Hills? I mentally face palmed. Of course there were. The book had said that the war would take place wherever I found the book, meaning it would happen here in Beacon Hills.

"Hey did you have popcorn?" Allison asked as she came downstairs.

I looked up from the bag of pretzels I'd found. "Oh, yeah I had a friend over."

"What friend?"

I looked at my feet. "Um, Isaac Lahey."

Allison smirked and I rolled my eyes, silently wondering whether it was that obvious that I liked him. Surely not, right? I went upstairs and into my room where the book was discarded on my bed. I picked it up, not wanting to part with it tomorrow, and decided to hide it in my bag, so I had it just in case something happened.

A/N:

sorry for the late update (a week, i know, i'm sorry) and also for the short chapter

next chapter is the start of actual season 2 of teen wolf tho, so stay tuned for that