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THIRTY EIGHT;

PERFORMANCE ISSUES

"Xylazine."

Stiles, Scott, Isaac, and Sage all stood around the operation table in the back of the clinic. Well, the three boys stood. Sage was sitting down on the ground with her back to the wall, exhausted already from the minuscule amount of sleep she has gotten in the past few weeks. Nothing could have prepared her for what she has had to go through in just the past three days, the blonde practically dragging her body weight just to keep up with the others. Now, they were all currently seeking Deaton's help on something they couldn't do themselves. Tate was rather adamant on murdering the coyote without even realizing it was his daughter, and they had to make sure that didn't happen. The last thing any of them needed was for there to be a dead girl all because of a mistake Malia made when she was just an impulsive, little girl.

"Xyla—what?" the blonde on the ground asked, her fingers on her temples as she pushed back her hair to look at what the veterinarian was holding. "Is that some sort of drug?"

The man looked at her with a frown. "Not exactly. It's a tranquilizer for horses. For a werecoyote, it's expected to work within seconds."

"Oh," Sage hummed, nodding in agreement considering she wasn't sure else she could say to tranquilizing a coyote that she just found out existed today. She wasn't too sure how she felt about the plan, especially since they were rather limited when it came to other ideas. This, despite how horrific it sounded for Malia, seemed to be the only thing they could come up with that even had the possibility of working with only a few natural flaws.

"Now," Deaton began. "I only have three, so whoever is shooting better be a damn good shot."

Sage could practically feel stares on her face, all of the boys turning to look at her in expectancy. She was surprised, mostly because they stared at her with such reliance, and she knew that she wasn't going to be capable of fulfilling what they were hoping for her to do. She hadn't even picked up a gun since she shot Jennifer and that on its own just bit her in the ass. Shaking her head, Sage went to protest. "Don't look at me. You put me behind a gun and someone is going to lose more than just their consciousness. Can't Allison do it?"

Stiles narrowed his eyes a bit at her response, knowing fairly well that she wasn't the same as she used to be. Sure, she still had that spark inside of her eyes that initiated all of her retorts and, somewhat, downgrading comments, but there wasn't a will to survive in her bright green orbs like before. The only reason she was in this room right now was because it kept her away from sleep and from the hallucinations.

"Allison's a perfect shot," Scott agreed, nodding once to confirm Sage's question.

Isaac, who hadn't bothered to speak until now, winced. "Well, she used to be."

"She can do it," Scott urged, still believing in his ex-girlfriend's ability to shoot almost anything with complete accuracy. He originally would have gone with Sage, only because she was more experienced with a gun while Allison was an expert at the bow.

"If we manage to find the thing."

"What's the point of him?" Stiles huffed out, just as annoyed at the wafting disappointment that Isaac gave off to this whole plan every time his mouth opened. "Seriously, what is his purpose besides the persistent negativity and the scarf? What's up with the scarf, anyway? It's sixty-five degrees out."

Sage snorted from the ground. "Is Lahey really wrong, though? I mean, he's just asking the questions we're all afraid to ask."

Stiles' face contorted into betrayal, somewhat hurt that Sage was choosing to side with Isaac rather than him. It was something that he was going to have to get used to, though, if he was going to continue being around Sage. They were just a clashing pair at this point, no more than two people trying to save a werecoyote all while trying to have a civil friendship. Or, at the very least, a civil something.

"Alright," Isaac cut in, adding onto Sage's previous comments. "How do we turn a coyote back into a girl when she hasn't been a girl for eight years?"

It seemed almost instinctual to look over at Scott. He was their leader, no matter how many times he might fail or fault, he was the only person that could ever get them through their demons. No matter how many times he tried to deny it, or refuse to accept it, he was their alpha. Which also meant that Scott McCall was the only one who could save Malia by turning her back to a human. He knew it too. "I can do it."

"You can?" Stiles asked, his eyebrows raising as he looked over at his best friend in surprise, not in as much leniency to believe as the others in the room.

Scott nodded, glancing in between Sage and Stiles considering they were the only ones present in the events he was speaking about. "Yeah. Remember the night that Peter trapped us in the school?"

"I choose not to," Sage muttered, rubbing her hands over her face to try and rid herself of those memories. That had not been a fun moment for her, especially since she was unconscious for a large portion of it and running away from Peter Hale through the other half, all while bleeding from her back. The whole thing was an overall shitty memory, a part of her past that she would always remember considering it was the first time all of her friends were in the same place at the same time, running for all of their lives. It was also the first time she truly thought that Derek Hale was dead.

"Well, in the gym, he was able to make me turn just by using his voice," Scott explains, frowning a bit as he continued to add. "Deucalion did the same thing in the distillery."

Deaton pursed his lips at the possibility. "It's a werecoyote, Scott. Who knows if it'll even work if you can find someone to teach you."

"That's why you called Derek first," Stiles realized, just before turning to look over at Sage. Her ears perked at the sound of her best friend's name, glancing up. "Has he answered any of your calls?"

The blonde shook her head, her lips pulling down. She hasn't gotten any calls from Derek ever since he left with Cora to South America. She was originally supposed to be going with them, but after recent events with the whole hallucinations and plaguing nightmares, it hadn't even really been a consideration.

"No," she denied, shaking her head as she slowly moved to stand up. "I tried calling him and Peter both but I just keep getting voicemail. They didn't tell me when they were going to be back either, so clearly, we need another option if this is the plan we're going through."

"I—" Scott paused, his breath hitching. "I can try on my own, but right now, I'm too scared to even change into a werewolf."

"A real alpha," Stiles corrected, his fingers tapping on the table only for Scott to give him a look of annoyance. "You know what I mean. An alpha who can do alpha things. An alpha who can get it going, who can get it—"

"Up?" Isaac offered. Sage's lip twitched up slightly into a smile, glancing over at Scott, who was standing opposite of her on the other side of the operation table. Isaac and Stiles turned to look at one another, facing each other just like how the werewolf and the altor were, seeming to come to the conclusion that Scott's performances issues as an alpha are the only thing they will ever have in common.

"Great," Scott huffed out, glowering. "I'm an alpha...with performance issues."

Deaton turned to look over at the blonde across from him. "Is there anyone else besides Derek who could help?"

"Not that I know of," Sage denied, shaking her head as she crossed her arms over her chest. "Like I said before, Peter isn't answering his phone either. So, he's completely out of the question. Not to mention the fact that trusting him is like trusting Satan in a v-neck."

Deaton nodded, somewhat discouraged while Stiles chewed on his lips for a few seconds. There was already a possible option running through his head, he just didn't know if it was the best one considering the situation they were in. However, that part of him that is protesting could just be the jealousy in his veins about knowing that the girl he loved would be in the same room as her first boyfriend. Opting on saving his best friend's sanity as well as Malia, he opened his mouth. "Maybe the twins?"

Everyone turned to look at Stiles in surprise, only because over the past few weeks the twin brothers haven't been a consistent part in any of their lives. Sage hadn't spoken to them since the night of the lunar eclipse, where they said they were going to figure some things out and would let her know if anything changed. The only time she has seen either of their faces was when they were in her nightmares or hallucinations. Sage felt her heart constrict, knowing that all of her friends had to be struggling with the revelation that she used to date the rogue werewolf. Isaac seemed to frown at the idea just as well from beside her, his posture tightening as he thought back to when he had to pull the girl from the twins' grips after they held Sage in enemy lines.

"They're not alphas anymore," Deaton explained, looking at Stiles with an unsure expression. "After what Jennifer did, almost killing them, it broke that part of them."

Stiles nodded, already aware of the fact that the twins had nearly died and that Sage was present to see the entire thing. "Right, but what if they know how to do it?"

"Nobody has seen them for weeks," Scott protested, his eyes instinctively glancing over at the blonde across from him to assure that his words were accurate and he wasn't just insinuating that Sage had cut all ties with her former boyfriend. The blonde rocked her heels, anxiously gnawing at her lip as she realized all eyes were on her. They were practically expecting for her to speak up and announce that she had been talking to Aiden behind all of their backs, which she wasn't. What she did know, however, is that she could end up getting in contact with the twins.

"I can reach them," Sage announced, her hands falling to her sides in defeat as she glanced in between the others in the room. "Just give me an hour and a half then come to the loft. I'll make sure that they're there."

Scott's face contorted slightly in apprehension, almost like he was hesitant on actually asking the blonde to speak to the twins. Not only was it going to be hard on her to stand in a room with him, but it was also going to be hard on his best friend. Scott just hoped that it wasn't too uncomfortable and they were all more focused on helping the others instead of being aware that Sage, Aiden, and Stiles would all be in a room together.

"Okay," Scott agreed. "An hour and a half."

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She knew it was a bad idea. She didn't need someone to tell her it was a bad idea because she was already well aware and well informed thanks to her own conscience. Sure, she was relieved that they finally had come up with a possible solution to Scott's issues in transforming and they were just another step towards the goal of making sure that Tate doesn't kill his daughter, but it was still a bad idea. Sage, no matter how many times she might be put in a situation with him, still found anxiety eating her away any time Aiden's name was brought up. Ethan, she could handle. He wasn't even nearly as bad as his brother, of whom she could barely stand near without wanting to claw out her eyes. Or, that had been the way it used to be.

Ever since he came to Beacon Hills at the start of the year, and the more time she spent around him, things had changed. That hatred that she had building up in her stomach for two years ceased after a while of failed attempts to disown her feelings. She was tired of hiding the fact that she cared about the two boys, that they were always going to be names branded on her heart. She just had to accept that, but it was still going to be hard to see him again. The last time that she was standing next to Aiden, she had a commitment to Stiles. She was a loyal girlfriend to a boy she loved, and no matter how horrible Aiden may be, she knew that he wasn't going to jeopardize her happiness for the sake of a single moment shared between them.

Now, though, she was single, and he had nothing holding him back from making a move on her. She supposed that is why she feared seeing him so much, why she was so terrified for the boy to walk through the door because she didn't know what was going to happen. She didn't know if she was going to feel too much or too little. The blonde was pacing around the living room of the loft, hands on her forehead as she pushed back her hair. A lump of nerves was beginning to form in her throat, something that she tried to swallow down with little success. She needed to assure that this plan worked, that the twins would actually be helping rather than doing more damage to Scott.

Her back arched and muscles tensed the second that a hand fell on her shoulder though, Sage's eyes staring straight ahead at the wall opposite of whomever was behind her. The hand was gone just a second after she froze, blonde hair whipping in her face as she turned her head to see who was in her home, praying that it was just one of her friends or the twins. She had been right about the latter, just not in the situation she hoped.

"You can't do this to me," she calmly stated, trying to keep herself under control as the body of the boy stared into her eyes. They were practically lifeless, just staring dully back at her. "Please, just go away."

Aiden only blinked, and Sage felt her hands begin to shake at her sides, an effect that has become consistent ever since the hallucinations started. The second that she thought the boy was actually going to listen to her, something showed up behind the werewolf from the corner of her eye and just a moment later, a blade was sticking through the boy's stomach. Blood spluttered out from his mouth, Sage watching in familiar horrification as his orbs never once looked away from her. Instead, they just watched as she slowly begin to tremble all together, her lips pressed tightly together to hold in the mortified screech that was threatening to spill out. She was barely aware of the fact that her nails were digging into her skin, small drops of blood staining the ground.

"Sage," a voice choked out, one that belonged to the same boy that was dying in front of her. She thought that it was just a part of the hallucination at first, which is why when a pair of hands grabbed her wrists, she didn't waste a single second before throwing her fists out and shoving hard into the chest of the boy. Small cries came from her mouth, her blood smearing on the chest of who grabbed a hold of her.

"Go away!" she practically screamed, taking a large inhale of oxygen as she felt her chest begin to constrict as though she was having a panic attack. "Get out of my head!"

Another pair of arms wrapped around her from behind, tugging her away from the person she was beating at. Sage struggled at first, managing to hit the stranger a couple of times in their neck and shoulder, but it wasn't enough for them to release. More so, their hold only got tighter as they waited for her to calm down.

"Sage," the person hissed into her ear. "You need to calm down."

Sage struggled one more time, managing to knock the person in their knee. It only sent both of them crashing to the ground, and the second that the blonde hit the floor, she felt herself slowly lose her gip on her ability to breathe. The wind had been knocked out of her, Sage immediately coughing as she stuck her head in between her knees to find the air in her lungs. After a few moments of burning pain, the girl blinked away the tears building up in her eyes and glanced up to see who had invaded her space. Ethan stood there, his chest moving up and down as he stared down at her with a worried expression. She knew well enough that if one of the twins was standing up there then the other one had to be on the ground with her.

Slowly turning her head, she noticed that Aiden was on the ground to the right of her, his hands keeping him stable as he watched her in hesitation. She felt something break inside of her, knowing that these expressions were all she would be receiving if her actions continued. The looks that the two boys were giving her are the same as the way her friends stared at her. Pity.

"I'm sorry," Sage muttered, her eyes drifting from either boy as she tried to steady her breathing. "I just— I'm sorry."

Aiden never moved his attention away from her. "You said it was Scott having issues."

"You never said anything about you," Ethan finished, watching as the blonde ran her hands through her hair a few times to try and control her nerves. "Sage, why the hell didn't you call us and tell us what was happening to you?"

Sage's eyes snapped over to him. "Because, it doesn't matter."

"It doesn't matter that you're seeing things?" Aiden questioned, his eyebrows raising. "It doesn't matter that you were bleeding and didn't even notice? It doesn't matter that you were fighting Ethan and I? Did you even know what you were doing?"

"Stop acting like you care, Aiden," Sage dismissed, shaking her head as she moved to stand up, acting way too casual after what just happened. "I didn't ask you to come here just to take a fucking analysis on my mental health. Just drop it."

"Drop it?" he asked, standing up as well so that he could grab a hold of her bicep. "Just a few weeks ago, someone tried to kill you. You and all of your little friends died, and you don't think that I have a right to be worried about you? Hell, do you even know what in the hell is going on with you or are you going to shove this off like you do everything?"

"Aiden," Ethan muttered, taking a step forward when he noticed how his brother was beginning to tense up around the blonde; the werewolf had been struggling with his anger for a while now, and because he could no longer turn into the voltron wolf, he had to take out the frustration on something else. Someone else.

"You don't know anything about what's going on," Sage denied, glaring at the boy. She figured that this interaction was either going to begin with a fight or silence, and was now beginning to wish the latter had happened. "So, I suggest you stop acting like you give a shit before I actually begin to think you care."

Aiden snorted at her. "And to think we were actually beginning to make amends. I thought we were going to be civil around each other from now on."

"Stop budding into my business and maybe we can be," Sage decided, crossing her arms over her chest as she frowned at him. "It doesn't concern you what's going on with me. You're not my friend, you're not my boyfriend, you're not anything to any of us besides the boy that helped in killing Boyd. You're a bad guy, and the only way we're going to see you differently is if you try to help Scott."

Aiden narrowed his eyes slightly, all while Ethan flinched when he realized that the conversation between the two was about to get heated. He thought things between them might have changed, that maybe after everything they went through last month they would finally be friendly with each other and no longer sending threats and blows at one another. Clearly, seeing each other nearly die hadn't changed much.

"Fine," Aiden agreed, clacking his tongue before nodding. He turned to jerk his head over to Ethan. "By the way, Little Red, I thought you liked the bad guys. That's why you fell for me, isn't it?"

Sage stared at him, wondering what he was trying to do. She didn't see why he was constantly bringing up their past, why he was always trying to keep her reminded of the fact that they even had one. The blonde wished that he was just a stranger to her, maybe then she could have just been her usual self and hated him the second he showed up. But, he was a part of her past.

"No," she denied, crossing her arms over her chest. "You weren't a bad guy when I fell for you."

She didn't say anything after that, just pulling her phone out of her pocket while the two boys in the room slowly moved closer to one another so that they could converse. She didn't know what their great plan was, much less what it was going to do to Scott if it actually worked. The teen wolf was terrified to become an abomination of an alpha, the same thing Peter became.

Her eyes glanced down to see a text from Scott, the boy letting her know that they were walking up to the loft. She figured that it was time, mostly because Scott kept true to his word and showed up exactly an hour and thirty minutes after she left him at the clinic to make a call to the twins. The only thing she needed to worry about now was the plan that the former alphas had in store for the newest one.

"Sage? You in here?" a voice called out, the metal door to their loft pulling to the right as the voice of Scott McCall rang through her home.

The blonde glanced up from her phone, eyes flickering around the room for a second to see that the twins were nowhere to be found but Scott and Stiles were standing across the room from her. Both of them looked hesitant to step in, especially since she was fairly positive the last time all three of them were in here, it was a graveyard meant for Vernon Boyd.

"Yeah, hey," Sage greeted, nodding as she took a deep breath to control her nerves. She was still wound up after what happened a few minutes ago, and even more nervous about if this plan was actually going to work. "The twins are here. I just don't know where they we—"

Her words had been cut short when a body came barreling at Scott, fist flying out and landing a hard punch in the wolf's face. Sage watched as the boy went stumbling forward, feeling a small sting in her jaw as she flinched a bit. If beating Scott's ass was their plan, she was in for as much pain as the boy himself.

A little warning would have been nice, Sage thought. When Scott was thrown into the middle of the room, Stiles took that as his cue to get the hell away from the crossfire. His steps were long, quickly moving until he was standing off to the side. Sage, who had been previously leaning on the table, followed after the teenage boy's example and moved until she was standing in the same place as him with a few inches spacing them out.

Just to show off, Ethan flips himself from the steps, seeming to find pleasure in seeing Scott hiss out in pain when his fists outstretches to send another blow at Scott's face. Sage's jaw clenched, hand moving to rub at the tenderness beneath her skin, praying that this whole thing didn't take too much out of her; she was already exhausted from the lack of sleep, now, her stupid abilities were ruining her consciousness too. They grabbed a hold of Scott, Ethan's hands wrapping tightly around the boy to keep him from fighting while Aiden began to land hard punches in the boy's gut. Stiles quickly turned to look over at his ex-girlfriend next to him, making sure that she was okay with the pain and wasn't too influenced by it. If he had his way, none of this would be happening right now.

"Sage," Stiles muttered, his eyes flickering to her then the scene in front of them. "Don't do this to yourself if you can't take it."

The blonde shook her head, holding her ribs tightly. "I'm fine. If it helps Scott, I can take it. They know that he heals fast, which means the pain will go away a few minutes after they're done."

"Doesn't mean you won't pass out from it first," Stiles reasoned, knowing very well that if Sage reciprocated too much pain through a person's wounds then she would pass out.

It was like having a sponge with too much water, it eventually gets heavy and falls to the ground due to the weight. Everything about her worked in the same way, Stiles growing rather familiar considering all of the times she has either passed out on him, nearly died on him, or just gotten replicated wounds as him. None of it had been a memorable experience.

"Stiles, I'm fine," Sage repeated, although her words were slightly hissed out from the pain in the side of her face as well as the rippling sting seizing all through her body. The twins were still going at Scott, and only when he fell to the ground and was unable to get up did they finally loosen up. The teen wolf was confused, his back on the ground as he gasped for air; because of his actions, Aiden and Ethan sneaked a glance over at Sage to make sure she was still standing. They hadn't thought their plan all the way through, completely sidetracking Sage's abilities.

Scott seemed over the whole thing already, choking out, "I thought you were going to teach me how to roar."

"We are, but you have to give in," Aiden hissed out, rolling his eyes at Scott as his impatience got the better of him, eyes continuing to flicker over to Sage to assure himself before he did anything else to the brunette boy.

Ethan nodded in agreement. "Giving in and letting go. That's how Deucalion taught us control."

While Ethan grabbed a hold of Scott's shirt, lifting him up, Stiles found himself contemplating their words. "Hey, you know, that's funny. I actually tried something like this one time using a heart monitor and a lacrosse ball... but you're right, beating the living crap out of him is probably a lot better."

"Not helping," Sage choked out, putting her hands on her knees as she leaned her head down to catch a breath of air. She remembered that day rather clearly, only because it was also when she was forced to distract Jackson so he didn't get suspicious of their secret. Look how well that turned out.

Scott seemed appalled at Stiles' words, looking over at the twins. "That's actually the plan? You kick my ass?"

"You're afraid to turn," Aiden explained. "And, we're going to make you."

Ethan continued, finishing his brother's sentence. "You turn, then, you kick our asses."

"And, then, you roar," Aiden finished, whipping his head back before turning around to face Scott, eyes glowing a changed vibrant blue; the teenage boy let out a loud roar, enough for Sage and Stiles to both stumble back at the abrupt action.

Ethan knew that was his turn to begin taunting Scott. "You don't think you can let go with us? What, you think you're going to hurt us? Come on, McCall. Give it your all, we can always heal."

They had pushed him back and forth, tempting him in the best ways they knew possible. It worked too, because the boy had lunged forward with his fist out, ready send a blow at Aiden only for the boy to reject it and land a punch in Scott's rib. Ethan took his turn, hitting Scott in the face rather swiftly. When they noticed that Scott began to falter, Aiden frowned. "You're an alpha, you've got to be the monster. You've got to go full throttle. Become the beast— become everything you're afraid of!"

Sage watched Aiden, watched as he grew so committed to helping Scott. She was sure if it was just him wanting to take out some pent up rage or if he was actually trying to fulfill what Sage snapped at him a while back. She wondered if he was actually trying to become a better guy, and if this was just the first step.

"That's what gives you power. It's what gives you strength," Ethan added, his fists clenching at his sides as he takes another glance over at the blonde to make sure she was okay with all of their blows.

Scott tries again, moving at Aiden just like he had done before. The other boy was plenty advanced, though, and anyone could see that Scott was slowly losing his ability with exhaustion worn on his face. Aiden didn't even put much effort into sending his elbow into Scott's back, the boy going down hard on the ground all over again. Sage let out a winded inhale, feeling a hot flash wash down her spine. Unlike before, Aiden barely noticed the action and kept his eyes on Scott with a glower. "Giving in doesn't make you the bad guy!"

"As long as you can control it," Ethan corrects, glancing over at his brother, knowing that the whole reason Aiden struggled with his morals was because of his actions. Hell, Ethan could tell that Aiden wasn't just trying to convince Scott giving in didn't make him bad, but also himself.

Aiden shrugged, his foot landing a hard blow at Scott's stomach. "Sometimes, control is a little overrated."

There was another harsh moment of pain in her chest, a huff falling through Sage's lips as Stiles glanced over at her in worry. He refrained from saying anything to her, knowing that his words didn't do much comfort anymore and that the only thing that would help her get better is if Scott picked himself up off the ground and found it in himself to fight back.

"Come on, Scott," Stiles muttered softly, anxious as he pleaded for his best friend to get up. "Fight back."

Scott didn't seem to notice, spitting blood on the ground. "What if I can't control it? What if I can't turn back?"

"Then it takes over," Ethan explained, his words seeming innocent as he moved closer to Scott. "You become Malia. You get further and further away from being human, you turn into an animal, or worse—"

"You turn into Peter," Aiden interrupts, his words stinging hard in Scott's mind as he practically voiced Scott's biggest fear as an alpha now. That was the one thing that Scott needed to hear as motivation, the werewolf lifting himself up off the ground as he wiped the blood from his mouth. There wasn't a single second to react before Scott was rushing towards Aiden, the other wolf becoming his prime interest. It hadn't turned out well in Scott's favor, though, because Aiden had already anticipated it and grabbed a hold of Scott's shirt, slamming him on the table behind the two boys.

Aiden jumped up a second later, falling down as his fists quickly went to hit Scott in the face. It was a repeated process after that, the werewolf becoming so blind with rage that he was oblivious to the fact that every single punch that he inflicted was burning just as savagely on the blonde across the room. He was so blind with rage that he didn't even realize he was hurting the one girl he promised never to hurt again. Ethan noticed, though, his ears picking up on the strangled gasps coming from the side of the room as well as the blood coming through all ends of Scott's face. That was when he had enough and grabbed a hold of Aiden's wrist, stopping his brother before he did something even more regrettable that he already inflicted.

"What?" Aiden snarled out, glaring at his brother with his chest heaving. 'I thought we were helping him!"

Ethan stared at his brother, conflicted as his eyes softened. "You help too much."

He nodded in the direction of the other side of the room, trying to get Aiden to see what he had done, not only to Scott, but to Sage. The blonde had fallen to the ground from all of the blows, the pain practically suffocating her as her head fell in her knees. He might not have realized it, but his actions to Scott were just as effective as actually hitting her in the face. That was when Aiden realized that maybe Sage was right. Maybe he was a bad guy.

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n.e.

forever annoyed at the fact aiden isn't in the dictionary. like, please remove the red line, it's name, you whore. okay, so there wasn't really much that happened in this chapter apart from the reunited moment of saiden. im still excited for them, only because they are like an old-married couple that have divorced but still care about each other deep down inside.

also, pretty sure that 3b is going to have much longer chapters from now on considering i did the math and found out that this whole book is going to be around eighty chapters at the rate im going. but, eh. i hope you'll still read it.

let me know what you think about what's going to happen in the upcoming episodes, and which one you're most excited to read about. love you all. :-)