"You could have died!" He screamed, turning on me. His face was twisted and angry and I stepped back.

"I did," I reminded him. "That's why I'm here. A wraith." I scoffed, my eyes watering over as I kicked he ground.

"Why?" He whispered.

Shaking my head I looked away. "I've got to go."

Wanting Isaac was something I'd always had to deal with, but... He was t available. I had to move on. And I had, essentially. I still loved Isaac because he was my first love, but I'd moved my mind set to Stiles, who I thanked liked me back. Isaac didn't like me back at all and didn't want me ever in that kind of way.

He'd told me himself.

So I didn't tell him that I died to save his life. Because then he would have asked me why I'd been so eager and instant to die to save him, especially him. And then he'd know. And that would be bad.

"You okay?"

Right. I looked over, smiling. "I'm fine. Thanks, Stiles." He nodded, sitting next to me and pulling me into a side hug. My head lay on his shoulder as his arm held me close to his side, his hand brushing my arm.

This was nice. I could work with this. I sighed, closing my eyes, letting myself melt into the boy next to me and just... Relax.

And I even let myself smile. Yeah. This would be nice. Very nice.

•••

Well this sucks.

As Malia and Stiles walk down the hall hand in hand I wrap my arms across my chest, closing my eyes and leaning against my locker, my head back and my breathing deep and choppy.

Why couldn't I be happy?

Did the universe hate me?

Fate must be having some kind of fun.

Maybe the goddess of love was mocking me.

Being a wraith meant that I was death itself. I was basically the cliche version of the Reaper. I fought with a scyth, wearing a black hood. My power was to predict death and collect souls, bringing them to the After, as I called it, safely.

Surprisingly a human soul - or any soul for hat matter - taste very demons and Devils so without me, no human soul would ever get to the After.

Unfortunately, my power was dooming and scary and I turned terrifying when I used it, so Stiles had been pushed away as my power started using my body as a vessel instead of me using my power as a tool.

Then Stalia happened, so now I was single and alone and Stiles and Malia were together. Isaac had been distant since Stiles and I had been getting closer and I just didn't have time for all the BS.

Adding to the chaos, I could predict death as completely as Lydia, sometimes even better. Her predictions were sometimes wrong. Mine were always correct. Totally and completely. I said someone would die, they started planning their funeral.

It sucked.

I'd started keeping my predictions a feelings to myself.

What's the point right? If they're doomed, mix as well let them live care free a little bit longer.

However, our predicting styles were different. My came through sight. I looked at someone, and they had a glow about them. Either white, for people who had long life ahead of them, black for people about to die any second, or grey for somewhere in between. The blacker the color, the closer to death.

Everyone had a color.

Except the dead.

Who I could also see.

My power included interaction with the dead.

Hey Allison. What's up?

"Not much. Being dead is actually kinda boring honestly..."

Speak of the devil.... Er, spirit.

I looked over at her. "Well, being alive kinda sucks actually," I told her bitterly. "The guy I was in love with rebuffed me so I moved onto a boy that I liked right when I was sure I loved him, I lost him too. My closest friend is the dead best friend of another one of my friends and the guy I still love is still clueless, still single, and still unavailable to me." I scoffed. "Oh, and I can see, talk to, and guide the dead. Yay!"

She looked at me with pursed lips. "I'd hug you but..."

"You go through me," I corrected. She frowned, worried about me.

"You still love Isaac, huh?" She sighed.

"Yeah," I admitted miserably.

"I'm sorry, Hun..."

Sighing, I stood. "I have to get back to the pack. Coming?"

She nodded, standing with me. "Always."

•••

Update: Malia and Stiles were over, but I was over Stiles so I didn't care. I'd decided that I'd gotten over my thing for Isaac too.

I had to have no guys in my life.

No guys meant no worries.

Allison still talked to me and helped me with tests and information and fun stuff and while my grades were great and my conscious was weirdly light, my heart was heavy.

Not sure why, but I just wasn't really happy.

I was having a usual rant session to Allison as she held back what she seemed to know. It was frustrating but I didn't tell her that I realized she was holding something back. She wanted me to ask and I just felt I shouldn't give her what she wanted in this case.

"...And then I'm technically dead!" I continued. "I'm not supposed to have a heart!" I told her. "Yeah! I'm supposed to be emotionless! That's why Wreaths have such an easy time with passing Spirits because they have no emotions! That's why I failed to do my job with you. That's why I couldn't let you Pass. Because I was attached to you. You're damned here until I get the guts and move on and let you go to the After and be reunited with your mom and be happy. You're miserable and I'm miserable and it's all my fault!" I screamed, kicking my car. It didn't hurt like I thought it would.

"Being a Wreath isn't pleasant," Allison sighed. "Its supposed to suck. That's why-"

"We're emotionless yeah." I rubbed my forehead. "What happened to me?" I asked, broken. I stated crying, and Allison moved closer, her hand outstretched to touch me but drawing it back half way when her hand started to fizzle the closer it got to me. "What's wrong with me, Allison? What did I do? How do I fix it?"

"You died out of love. You sacrificed yourself to the Wraith process to save someone else. Your selfless act out of your own free will chamber everything. No one ever offers themselves to the Wraiths. They tried to take Isaac and you saved him. The purest way to die. They can't taint you. And honestly, do you want to be a Wraith? Their hellish creatures of darkness..."

"But they don't have guy problems," I whispered.

"They don't have boyfriends at all," Allison scoffed. "Or friends. Or family. At all."

"But I won't care," I said, looking over at her.

"And how devastating would that be?" She asked me softly. "They'll lose you, Y/n. They already lost me. They can't lose you too."

"They don't even know I talk to you," I mumbled. "I lied and said that you were my first soul to Guide."

"That's for the best," Allison sighed. "It would be complicated and painful if they knew I could see them and I was still here. I'm dead. They're getting over me. Let them heal. The thing is, you're not healing, you're clinging to me. It's dangerous to do that. There's a reason that Wraiths choose to be emotionless. Clinging to the Dead is dangerous. You might Raise me on accident and that would be HORRIBLE."

"I won't Raise you," I said. "I swear I won't. I controlled that power instantly. It's ties to emotion. No emotion equals no control. I have control..." I shrugged.

"You're right," she sighed. "You can have an anchor like Scott. Like werewolves."

"Yup."

"Who is it?"

"Who do you think?" I asked rolling my eyes. "Isaac, obviously."

"What?" She asked, smirking.

My eyes went wide. "I mean myself! I'm my own anchor!" I stood, crossing my arms over my chest. "Isaac isn't my anchor anymore!"

"Admit it! Admit you still love him!" She demanded.

I sighed, letting my arms drop and facing Allison. "I love Isaac Lahey," I croaked. She smiled in triumph. I bust into tears, crouching down and covering my face with my hands. "I love him and he'll never love me because I'm a beat. A monster. A Soul Wreath. A Dark Being who collects souls," I sobbed.

"No you're not." My head snapped up as I met the gorgeous blue eyes of Isaac Lahey. "I mean, you are, but in the same way I'm a werewolf. That's what you are, but not who you are. You're so much more, Y/n. You're so much more..." I looked at him, shocked. He cupped my face, pulling me forward so that we were both on our knees, our bodies pressed together.

"I-Isaac?" I stuttered.

"Sh," he whispered gently. "Can I kiss you?" I nodded. His lips met mine and it was crazy and hot and... And I was kissing Isaac Lahey.

"I love you," I whispered. "I- I really do."

He smiled. "I didn't think... I could have sworn... I love you too." He smiled, putting hair behind my ear. And then he kissed me again, gently and slowly.

And it was amazing.

And everyone was complete.

•••

Scott was setting out mission orders when it happened.

"Someone needs to go with Y/n because she's going to be pelted by spirits. She's going to have to have someone be able to get her from there to there. Carry her if you have to..." Scott looked up.

"I'll do it," came the echoed response. Both Isaac, Y/n's secret boyfriend, and Stiles, Y/n's friend, had volunteered at the exact same time. Immediate and forcefully.

Isaac and Y/n shared a shocked look. Then Y/n realized what Stiles was feeling a second before Isaac did.

Stiles liked Y/n.

"Oh, great," Isaac mumbled, rolling his eyes.

"What?" Scott asked, the situation going over his head.

"Nothing," I rushed. "Isaac's coming with me."

Stiles looked crushed but I didn't look back. He had his chance and he'd picked Malia. And I'd chosen Isaac. And he'd chosen me too.

His hand intertwined with mine under the table.

When I'd finally helped Allison Pass to the After I'd been completely broken and I'd run to Isaac, spilling every detail of what I'd gone through.

And what did he do?

He took me in his arms, holding me tight, and kissed me and cuddled me until the night ended.

When I first went to Stiles he'd shut off, freaking out and telling me not to tell him about my 'death and Wreathing freaky stuff'.

Yeah. Isaac was much better for me,

Though this would be awkward to explain to everyone else.

So Isaac had said it right.

Oh. Great.