APPARENTLY, ALTHOUGH OLIVER BLYTHE was many things (a murderer, a sociopath, an alpha, etc.), he was not a liar. At least not in his dying moments. When he shouted claims of bringing the dead back to life, he was desperate, but he was honest.

When Willow Balmer prepared to revive a corpse, she wasn't sure who she was doing it for. It'd only work on somebody killed by supernatural means, which dwindled the list, but still left much to consider. Nathaniel or Lillian. Brother or mother.

Then there were people like Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd, who died before they ever got to live. Such young souls already laid to rest in their graves. They deserved a life fulfilled, not cut short.

It was a sick decision. Willow stayed up at night, staring at the ceiling in thought. It wasn't fair. No matter who she chose, it felt wrong. She couldn't decide who deserved it most. Plus, there was the matter of the risks.

Would they be the same person? How would death effect them? How would living again effect them? What sort of sacrifice needed to be made, as Gerard warned? So many questions, and no answers.

Willow wondered if she shouldn't bother. What happened, happened. Fate was cruel and twisted, but it was fate nonetheless. As much as it felt wrong to admit, things had moved on. The sun continued to rise and set, and Willow grew stronger against the face of mourning every day.

Georgia would kill to have any one of them back. Willow knew that. She wasn't going to burden the teenager in making the decision, meaning she'd have to do it herself. It was Willow's choice.

Even as she prepared the vial, Willow didn't know who it was for. Neither Nathan nor her mother felt correct. It felt like distorting destiny, and messing with the forces of nature.

When she saw Georgia laying there, bloody and cold, the answer became very clear.

Willow didn't care about the side effects, or rewriting destiny. She just needed her sister to be alive. After feeding the dead body her strange concoction, she understood perfectly what sacrifice was necessary. Willow would become a werewolf, the being she hated wholeheartedly, was trained to kill for years, in order to save Georgia.

She did it without blinking. Without hesitation.

And it worked. Georgia was alive.

But death took a toll on her body. The wound in her gut shrunk, non-lethal, but it was still a close call. Willow was too busy shaking with sobs, meaning it was Chris Argent who picked her up in the rush to get to the hospital.

The surgery was simple, luckily. The sword missed her spine, meaning she would be able to walk fine and live a normal life, or as normal as an alpha werewolf brought back from the dead could.

Georgia died scared. It wasn't calm or painless or heartwarming. She didn't fade peacefully into the light, the whispers of her loved ones lulling her to sleep.

She died shaking and cold. She died thinking not about her mother or father or Nate, but she died thinking about the ones she was leaving behind.

Georgia came back to consciousness screaming. All of the pain and hollowness caught up, making her skin feel burnt and her heart feel heavy. She lurched up in the hospital bed, clutching her gut and terrified.

Everything was so bright and loud and painful. Her body throbbed and convulsed, trying to make sense of how it was possibly still alive. Her heart seemed to contract and expand wildly, making up for the time it was still.

Georgia opened her eyes. It was still bright, and the heart monitor seemed way too loud, but everything was still. She realized she must not have screamed, even though her throat felt ripped raw, because of the sleeping head on her lap.

For a moment Georgia was lost. She didn't understand why her body ached or where she was or who was draped across her bed.

Then, she blinked, and everything came rushing back. Her eyes stung with tears, feeling far too dry. Georgia glanced down at her shaky hands, almost making sure they were real and she was actually alive.

"Georgia."

The masculine voice caught her attention. For a second Georgia was reminded of her hospital stay after she was bitten, and it was Nate there waiting for her. However, instead of her brother, Georgia's eyes landed on Chris Argent.

He was paused in the middle of the room like he'd been pacing to and fro. It'd only been three days, but his face looked aged years. Deep bags settled beneath his eyes and he appeared generally disheveled.

Peeking past him, Georgia saw Allison curled up in a ball, fast asleep in a chair. The only other person in the room was Willow, her cheek resting against Georgia's knee as she got some much needed sleep. Her face was red from crying so much.

"What happened?" Georgia's voice sounded choked up even in a whisper, as she tried not to awake those sleeping.

Chris approached her bedside, his own irises reflecting pools of tears. His hand clutched hers and held it tightly, "You saved my daughter's life."

Georgia blinked, accidentally knocking a few salty drops down her pale cheeks, "How am I alive? Where's everybody else?"

Chris smiled sadly, "Willow saved you. She had some elixir of some sort, and then. . ."

"Then what?" Georgia insisted, eyeing her sister nervously.

"She put her arm in your mouth, and you bit her," Chris continued at her request, "She said she needed to make a sacrifice to bring you back, and that was it."

Georgia's eyes grew wide. She understood that Willow was now a werewolf as well, in order to protect her. Georgia realized how much Willow truly cared about her for the first time.

"I can never thank you enough," Chris' voice grew a bit quieter, but still held the same level of sincerity. He wasn't sure he'd ever felt so much respect his entire life. His stare dug into Georgia, filled with gratitude otherworldly, "You died for Allison not knowing you'd come back. That is a debt I could never repay."

Georgia didn't know what to say. She'd never been in a situation like that, and praise wasn't something she did well with. She wasn't particularly used to it, not like that.

"Why did you save me?" she eventually asked, filling the silence. Chris' brows furrowed, not understanding at first. Georgia's slightly trembling lips curled into a small smile, "Last year, when Gerard came for me. You stopped him from putting a bullet in my head, when even I didn't have the energy to stop him."

Chris frowned. He'd nearly forgotten about that. After Nate died, and Gerard rounded up Derek's betas. He would've killed Georgia, even where she sat on her knees, an unarmed teenager in pain.

"You're just a kid," Chris uttered, "I was wrong about werewolves for a long time, but I'd never let an innocent teenager die."

Georgia nodded, sniffling. She pulled her hand out of Chris' to wipe away her tears, and then she focused on Allison, "She saved my life too, ya know. When everything from the sacrifices was tormenting me, I hung myself in the woods without even realizing it, and Allison cut me down," she huffed out a slight laugh, "We weren't even friends at the start of the year. I think I hated her a little."

Chris clearly was unaware of all of that. Still, he shook his head, "You don't have to do that."

Georgia's gaze slid back to him, "Do what?"

"Make excuses. Pretend it wasn't a big deal," he emphasized, "You died, Georgia. You gave up your life for Allison. You can accept my thanks and gratitude without brushing it off."

Georgia mulled over his words for a few moments before nodding. She knew it was a big deal. She could still feel the emptiness inside of her chest, that was the only way she could describe it. It was different than when they saved the parents.

Back then, it was like something was added. She felt the darkness creeping in. This time, it felt like something was stolen. Georgia still felt dead, like a runaway corpse.

"Where's Stiles?" she finally asked, realizing Chris never answered where the others were. Her hands ghosted over Willow's hair, brushing it out without really realizing.

Chris sighed, avoiding her gaze. It made Georgia grow antsy, "Is he in the waiting room?" she desperately wanted him to burst through the door and tell her everything turned out okay, they were all fine. Now that she was thinking about him, Georgia felt a tightness in her gut, longing to be beside him.

"He's not here," Chris began, despite not wanting to have to relay the information, "Willow and everyone tried to get him to be here, but he wouldn't."

"Why?" Georgia cried out, accidentally louder than she meant to. Willow stirred in her sleep, slowly blinking against the light.

"Georgia?" she mumbled, voice heavy with sleep. Once Willow realized she was awake, she shot up, "Oh my god, I was so scared," she engulfed her younger sibling in a hug. Georgia felt a new tidal wave of emotions rolling across her face and dripping against Willow's shoulder. She wasn't sure why her emotions felt so heightened.

"I'm okay," Georgia rasped, if only for Willow's sake, "I can't believe you did that," she pulled back, cupping either of Willow's shoulders, "You're a werewolf now, aren't you?"

Willow sniffled, nodding, "Yeah, I am."

"How'd you do that?" Georgia asked, trying desperately not to think about Stiles' absence.

"Oliver was telling the truth," Willow smiled tightly, "Ethan gave me his things, and I found a spell. Oliver was a witch before he was bitten, and his blood had magical properties. I mixed it with a few other ingredients, and. . . made a sacrifice of my own, I guess, and it brought you back to life."

Georgia was shocked by the information. She felt her heart begin to pick up speed, and suddenly she was struggling to take in oxygen, "You. . ? You—"

"Hey, take a deep breath," Willow shushed, swiping strands of grown out blonde hair behind Georgia's ear. The alpha was panting slightly, one hand clutching the blanket across her lap and the other rubbing the back of her neck, "Georgia, you're okay. You're safe now, nobody's gonna hurt you."

Georgia slowly nodded, taking a minute or so to regain her breath. When she did, she swallowed thickly, "I'm sorry, I don't know what that was."

"It's okay," Willow assured, rubbing up and down her arm.

"Why isn't Stiles here?" Georgia decided to just rip the bandage off all at once. She was trying to make sense of it, but she couldn't.

Willow and Chris exchanged a glance. Chris gave a nod, pulling up a chair and sitting down, "Stiles is feeling really guilty right now. We tried to get him down here, but he just, he wouldn't."

"Why is he guilty?" Georgia scoffed, rubbing tears off her face. Somehow it wasn't embarrassing to be crying in front of the two of them.

"He feels responsible for the oni," Willow felt awful for both of them. She respected Stiles a great deal, and to know he was hurting didn't sit right with her, "Scott's with him now, trying to talk some sense into him."

"He didn't do anything," Georgia was crying harder by now, resting her forehead against her hands. Everything was hurting. She hated that she could still feel the sharp jabbing to her stomach, and she still felt the hands all over her as she cried out for him to stop.

Georgia knew it wasn't Stiles who pinned her there that day and it wasn't Stiles who stabbed her in her own kitchen. Yet, every time she thought about him, she saw that twisted smile and dark eyes. It made her sick. She knew that wasn't Stiles, and wanted him with her.

Willow pulled Georgia into her arms again, comforting the sobbing girl. She had to squeeze her eyes shut as to not cry in sympathy. Chris frowned again, glancing over his shoulder. Allison was sat up now, watching everything unfold with glossy eyes.

"He remembers everything from when he was void, Gia," Willow said softly. She wasn't sure if Chris knew about the assault, or if he was allowed to know, "I think you both need a minute to relax, and recover from everything."

Georgia cried even harder, her wails not suppressed by Willow's shirt as well as they were before, "I just want Stiles. It hurts, everything hurts. My head, my stomach, everything."

"I know," Willow carefully rocked back and forth, wishing she could just suck up all the pain.

A thought struck her. Willow gently untucked from the hold, and then cupped Georgia's cheek. The younger of the two furrowed her brows, not understanding at first.

Willow closed her eyes. She thought of the times she'd seen it done before, and imagined the thick black pain swimming through Georgia's veins. She pulled it past her skin, and into her own body.

After a moment, she felt it. Willow gasped lightly from the shock, her eyes opening to witness the charcoal streams. It only lasted another second before Georgia carefully pulled it away.

It was a relief. She still felt the pain, but it wasn't as bad. It was manageable enough that her tears were put on pause, and she forced a tiny smile.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome," Willow exhaled, before nodding at her pillow, "Get some sleep, okay? I bet there's some people excited to see you."

But not Stiles, Georgia was close to saying. Instead she bit her tongue and agreed, laying down. Willow stood, about to exit.

"Can you stay with me?" Georgia called.

"I'll stay," Allison spoke up at last. She rose from her chair and walked over, her face scrunched with slight worry and guilt. Willow thanked her, before she and Chris exited the room.

Georgia scooted over, patting the spot beside her. Allison smiled, slipping out of her shoes and getting in beside her. They sat in silence for a few minutes. Allison could somehow tell how alone Georgia felt.

"Do you need a hug?" she asked. Georgia nodded, having to bite her lip as to not cry again for no reason. Allison complied, spooning Georgia and being sure to avoid the bandages right below her ribs.

They laid snuggling for a while longer. Allison had a million things to say, but wasn't sure where to even start.

"Thank you," it seemed about right. Allison could thank her a million times over. So many futures were made possible, and so many were almost cut off from Georgia.

"You're welcome," she decided not to fight it or come up with excuses, just like Chris said.

Georgia eventually fell asleep in Allison's arms. She felt safe there, knowing somebody was protecting her and watching over everything. She didn't feel quite as lonely.

When she began to wake back up a few hours later, Georgia heard several heartbeats. Her brows pinched together as she lifted a fist, rubbing her eyes.

As she adjusted to the light again, Georgia realized multiple people were in her hospital room. Isaac was the first face she saw. He was standing right beside her bed, gnawing on his nail as he stared down at her, seemingly waiting for her to wake up.

Isaac huffed, a smile lighting up his face once he saw her. The other chatter in the room died down as they all realized the same.

"Can I. . . Can I hug you?" Isaac asked. He sounded so terribly frail, his voice wavering. Tears blotted his bright eyes. Georgia smiled, opening her arms with a nod.

Isaac bent over, resting his face against her shoulder as his arms looped around her. Georgia rubbed up and down his back, brushing his curls with her long nails. She shushed him quietly when she heard him holding back a cry, "I'm okay, Isaac. I'm okay."

He sniffled, not letting up quite yet, "I already lost one pack. I can't lose this one too."

Georgia squeezed her eyes shut. She felt guilty. She was going to abandon them all. It would've been different from the other deaths of Beacon Hills' supernatural. Georgia chose to go before the blade, leaving behind all of her friends and family. Yes, Isaac and Malia would still have Scott, but it felt wrong to leave them.

Georgia was familiar with the idea of being passed between family members as each new one dies. Like a frog, jumping from lily pad to lily pad, each one sinking behind her.

Georgia never wanted to do that to them.

Georgia pulled back, holding Isaac's hand in hers, "You won't lose me. I'm so sorry."

Isaac wiped his cheeks, shaking his head, "It's okay. Everybody's okay now, we're all fine."

"Not everyone," Lydia chimed in, reminding Georgia that she and Isaac weren't alone. The redhead, Derek, Scott, and Kira were all there too now. Along with Allison, Argent, and Willow, of course.

"What?" Georgia blurted, her heart beginning to race, "Where's Stiles? Is he okay?"

"Stiles is fine," Scott held out his hands, assuring her, "We got rid of the nogitsune. He's okay."

Georgia felt relief, "Then who, Lydia?"

"Aiden," it was Derek who answered, "He died in a fight against the oni. He was stabbed in the heart."

Georgia was surprised. Not only did Aiden agree to fight, but he died doing so. By no means did Georgia suddenly like or forgive Aiden, but she had respect for him.

"Lydia. . ," Georgia said, sighing as she looked at the teary eyed banshee. She knew how much Lydia loved him, even if she'd never said it out loud. Lydia pressed her lips together, just nodding.

"It's alright," she said curtly. Derek walked to the end of Georgia's bed, giving her ankle a comforting squeeze.

"Are you okay?" he asked. Derek listened in to her heartbeat, and it was strange. It was softer, like it was muffled. It was a little concerning, if he was being honest.

Georgia let out a deep breath. She didn't want to talk about how everything hurt, and she still felt dead, and all she wanted was Stiles. Instead, she quirked a small smile, "You know that phrase, 'dying is easy, it's the living that's hard'?" she asked, prompting a few nods, "Well, whoever the fuck said that has clearly never died."

Derek chuckled, as did a few others. After a few moments, Georgia glanced to Scott, "Why isn't he here?" she asked, struggling to refrain from an accusatory tone.

"He wouldn't even talk to me anymore," Scott relented, his hand settling on Kira's upper back, like he was bracing himself, "The Sheriff's with him now, but he won't listen to anybody."

"He'll listen to me," Georgia insisted, "I got through to him before."

"That was before you died," Scott reminded her. Georgia wanted to cry again, resting her forehead in her hands. She didn't understand why Stiles was blaming himself.

"You've been playing superhero for a long time, Georgia," Isaac said softly, his hand on her shoulder, "It's okay to take a little time to rest before you go running after everybody again."

Georgia disagreed entirely, but she still nodded. She sighed, looking up, "I'm so tired. When can I go home?"

"Melissa will check up on you, and then she'll decide if we can leave," Willow said. Georgia nodded.

The small group stuck around a little while longer, before leaving one by one. Allison gave Georgia a hug and chaste kiss on the cheek before she and her father left, casting a final glance at Isaac.

Soon, it was only Willow, Georgia, and Isaac. Melissa came in to examine her vitals and all that before clearing her to go home. By now the sun was just starting to set overhead.

"Um, Willow?" Isaac called cautiously as the woman helped Georgia into a pair of jeans. Willow looked up, nodding for him to continue, "Do you think I could, I don't know, stay with you guys? If you have a spare room, obviously."

Willow and Georgia shared a look. The younger sister was smiling small, eyes sparkling with excitement. Willow debated for a second before nodding slowly.

"Yeah, that could work," she agreed. Isaac broke out in a grin, evidently expecting a different answer.

"Thank you," he shocked them both when he gave Willow a quick hug. She chuckled, patting his back before Isaac left the room so Georgia could put a shirt on.

"Thank you," Georgia told Willow herself, "He's a good kid, honest."

Willow hummed, grabbing her bag, "Let's head home. Wanna get Mexican take out for dinner?"

"Sure," Georgia agreed, walking beside her out of the room. They walked out of the hospital, approaching Willow's car. Before they got there, Georgia slowed to a stop, "Can I meet you there? There's something I need to do first."

Willow and Isaac sent her matching looks of mild annoyance. Her sister sighed, "Are you sure you don't wanna give yourself the night off? He'll still be there in the morning, Gia."

Georgia smiled small, nodding, "I won't be long, promise. Get me a burrito or something."

Georgia watched Willow pull out of the parking lot, off to get food. The she-wolf then turned, beginning her jog to her destination.

She had to do this.

* * * * *

Georgia approached the door cautiously. Her hands fiddled with one another, as she wondered what she would say. She wanted to tell the truth, and hoped it would bring about at least some comfort.

She stood there for a good minute or so. Then, sighing, Georgia lifted her fist and knocked on the door. It took another minute for the door to swing open, and at first they just stared at one another. Analyzing.

"I heard about what happened."

Another pause. More staring.

"I heard about what happened to you too," Ethan Steiner replied. He gripped his door tightly, uncertain as to what Georgia was doing there, "Why're you here?"

She pursed her lips, debating for a moment before forcing a small smile, "I'm not going to pretend like I even tolerated Aiden, or that I think he's a good guy or something, but. . ," she looked down at her hands, "I lost my brother, too. I lived with him, he was my whole life for a while there. He was killed by the supernatural, too."

Ethan's eyes grew glossy as he thought about his twin. His jaw clenched, willing himself not to cry in front of her, "Does it get easier?"

Georgia blinked back tears of her own. She thought about how just the other day she went to Nate's grave, and for a second it felt like she was right back where she started—engulfed by such intense mourning and sorrow.

But, as she stood there now, Georgia realized that she was stronger than she was after Nate first died. Was it easier? No. But she survived.

"No," Georgia said honestly, shaking her head, "He'll always be dead, and that will always hurt, but one day you'll be able to realize you're strong enough to keep going regardless of the pain. You have to, Ethan," she frowned empathetically, "After my brother died, I felt so alone I nearly killed myself. I would've, if not for Scott," she placed a heavy hand on his shoulder, "I'm here for you, Ethan. Not as an alpha—maybe not even as a friend—but as somebody who knows how you feel, and doesn't want you to suffer alone."

Ethan slowly nodded, the tears now stroking his cheeks. He fell forward against her, his head crashing into her shoulder with a shuttering sob. Georgia held him up, rubbing up and down his back. She comforted the same wolf she wished to murder mere weeks ago. Georgia decided that losing his twin was the harshest punishment he could possibly suffer for all his years of inflicting pain with the alpha pack.

Georgia forgave Ethan—and deep down, she forgave Aiden, too.

* * * * *

Georgia knew she was supposed to be home by now, but it felt wrong not to go see Stiles. As much as she needed time to herself to recoup and recover, he needed her.

She'd already been welcomed in by the Sheriff, whom gave her a long hug and apologized for not visiting her at the hospital. Georgia understood that he was busy with his son, and assured him it was okay.

Now, she stood outside his bedroom door. Georgia let out a deep breath and then she gently knocked.

"Dad, for the last time, she doesn't want to see me," his voice called from inside. Georgia felt her heart ache at his words, a slight wince leaving her mouth.

Grabbing the doorknob, Georgia let herself in, "She disagrees."

Stiles had been laying on his stomach in bed, his cheek against the pillow as he stared at a picture in his hand. He shot up when he heard her voice, whirling around to face her. Georgia saw Stiles' eyes were a raw red, as was his nose, from crying.

"What're you doing here?" he asked, setting aside the picture face down and wiping his cheeks.

"Well you didn't come to me, so I came to you," Georgia shrugged, going to sit beside him on the bed. Stiles instantly stood, putting a few steps between them. Georgia's brows pursed together as she rose back to her feet, but let him have his distance, "What's wrong?"

"Georgia, you know what's wrong," Stiles insisted, rubbing a hand down his face, "I assaulted you, and then I literally killed y—"

"No you didn't!" Georgia exclaimed, fresh tears soaking her features already. A headache rattled her skull.

"The nogitsune possessed me, okay? That means I did it!" Stiles also raised his voice, throwing a hand in the air out of frustration.

"Stiles, we've been over this," Georgia cried out, rubbing her temples, "It wasn't you. You just said it yourself, you were fucking possessed!"

"But I remember it all, I saw the way I hurt you, and it was my body it used," Stiles was remaining adamant, his hands falling onto his hips.

"And I know that was torture," Georgia said, "Stop punishing yourself more. I'm not mad at you!"

"You should be!" Stiles shouted, "You should want nothing to do with me."

"You don't get to decide how I fucking feel!" Georgia snapped, standing her ground, "If I say I'm not upset, then you don't get to force me to be. You don't get to tell me how I should or shouldn't be reacting," she huffed, collecting herself, "You have nothing to apologize for."

"I should've been able to do something," Stiles whimpered, his lips quivering.

"But it was impossible. I don't blame you at all, because you had nothing to do with it," she took a few steps closer, cupping both of his cheeks to hold him in place, "Do you blame Jackson for killing Nate?" Stiles sniffled, adverting his gaze as he caught on, "I don't. Yeah, Jackson is an asshole, but he didn't kill Nate. Matt made him, he had no choice, remember?"

Stiles hesitantly nodded, dabbing at his wet eyes. Georgia smiled small, sadly, "I love you, Stiles. So fucking much. We'll get through all of this together."

Stiles finally hugged her, pressing her against his chest as his face buried into her hair, "I love you. I was so scared, I thought you were gone. You died, Georgia."

Georgia held him with the same urgency, able to relax now that she was with him, and he calmed down.

"I'm here, I'm right here. I'm okay."

And so Georgia held Stiles until they were both okay.

* * * * *

The blade felt heavy in Georgia's palm. It'd been weeks since she was revived. Her doe eyes were angled downwards, inspecting it from head to toe. The handle was a black metal, carved with intricate designs of a wolf's head and other swirls. The actual dagger itself was a good four inches long, thick and shimmering white.

"I've got claws, you know," Georgia mused, flashing her red irises. They were a darker and more full red, encompassing the entirety of her eye unlike Scott's. Death changed them. Allison Argent was in front of her, the two girls sitting cross legged on Georgia's bed.

"It's silver," Allison explained, smiling softly, "Silver was the key to killing the oni, it could help you with something else one day," the huntress sighed, trying not to cry, "You know, when I'm not here to help."

Georgia frowned, dropping a heavy hand on her shoulder, "Nobody blames you, Allison. You've helped us so much already."

The girl shrugged, brushing hair behind her ear, "I know, but it feels like I'm running."

The Argents were moving out of Beacon Hills. Away to France. Nearly losing his daughter terrified Chris, and he was determined to put some distance between her and the dangers that came with that town.

"Don't. You're so brave, okay? You're not running, you're protecting yourself," Georgia assured, setting the blade down, "We all love you."

Allison smiled tearfully, "I love you too, Georgia. You saved my life."

The two girls hugged, Georgia running her hands across Allison's back. She didn't blame them for leaving, they'd lost enough already. She wanted Allison somewhere safe.

"Where will you stay?" Georgia asked curiously, sitting back.

"Family," Allison shrugged, "Non-hunting Argents, as few as they come."

Georgia's brows raised, "Well I'll be damned. Non-hunting Argents? As likely as me turning into a pig next full moon and flying away."

Allison snickered, "I thought the same thing. But, it'll be a good fresh start for us."

"I'm glad," Georgia said honestly.

"Can you make me a promise?" Allison began, carefully taking Georgia's hands in hers.

The blonde hummed, "Depends on what it is."

Allison squeezed, emphasizing the sincerity of her request, "Don't die for anybody. Look after yourself, even if it hurts, because next time, Willow won't have a magical potion to bring you back."

Georgia sighed, looking down, "I don't want to die, Allison. I promise you I don't. . ."

"But?"

"But if it comes down to me or my pack, it's gonna be me every single time," she said the words Allison didn't want to hear, giving a slight shrug. Georgia was more terrified of death than ever before—having felt the upmost terror, the uncertainty, the hollow cold—but she didn't love her pack, her friends, her family any less.

She'd jump in front of that oni a thousand times, allow her corpse to be buried six feet below, and eliminate all possible futures a thousand times to save any one of them.

Allison had to accept that.

She nodded, blinking tears down her cheeks, "I know. I'm glad that Scott, and Lydia, and Isaac have you."

"You have me too," Georgia could at the very least promise that, "No matter where you are, I'll always be one phone call away."

They exchanged some final tearful goodbyes, and then Allison was off, leaving for another country. Georgia heard her goodbyes with Isaac downstairs, too. It was brief, as was their relationship. It was a case of the right people, but wrong time.

She headed downstairs with the intent of comforting him if needed. Georgia found Isaac watching Allison's car drive away. She approached him, crossing her arms.

"You okay?"

Isaac paused, and then he nodded, "Yeah, I am."

Georgia opened her mouth to say something, but was cut off by a phone call. Her brows furrowed, seeing it was Scott. She held the phone up to her ear, answering, "Yo—"

"Derek's been taken."

And just like that, Beacon Hills was back on it's usual bullshit.

author's note
me: this book is gonna be super fluffy and pure joy!
also me: writes this chapter

anyways some angst was necessary rq and obviously you've all learned that i'm a sadist, so some suffering is still going to happen but overall there's way less character deaths and georgia's mental health will 📈

i love you <3

also i just published a scott book titled "ASHES TO ASHES" and i'm so excited to write it & i hope some of you go check it out 😏

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