It was over. Theo was dead. The Beast was gone. They were all together again. Except Kira, who went with the Skin Walkers.

Y/was happy for her friends. And as they all sat around the table together, the original three, she stood to the side and smiled.

There was Corey and Mason. There was Malia. There was Stiles and Lydia and Scott. But she felt empty still. As she always did, she thought of how much she missed Isaac. He'd really left without telling her anything.

Isaac used to talk to her a lot. He'd come to her when he had nightmares, or just asking for advice. He talked to her about his conflicting feelings over Allison. He came to her for comfort and seeking safety when people were mad at him.

But he never returned it.

The thing was, Y/n wasn't mad at Isaac for breaking her heart on accident. She was mad at herself for letting him.

That night she sat in her house, feelings over helming her. She hadn't gotten over Allison yet. She hadn't come to terms with her death like the others had. She hadn't come to terms to losing the boy she loved to the girl she looked up to. She hadn't come to terms with finally having someone love her and then not only being evil, but dying, giving her no chance to fix him.

She hadn't come to terms with being turned into a werewolf after the whole thing went down. She had been so aid want and proud of herself for being human AND getting over everything. Now she wasn't human anymore.

She hadn't gotten over her need to be held and told she was pretty and being the reason for someone's loving smile. She hadn't gotten over her need to be a good student. To get noticed as something more than a big sister or a little sister or a best friend.

And she never would.

So she sat in her room that night and finally let it all wash over her. She kept it all inside where no one could see. When she was alone, she let it wash over her. No one saw her fear or her heart break or her true pain because everyone depended on things to not faze her.

That night, as she lay on her bed in the dark, she cried. She cried over the loss of everyone. Over Allison first, but then more. Over Traci. Over Josh. Over all the others who'd been killed. Over officers and pedestrians that had died. Over people so far gone as Erica and Boyd. Over Aiden. She mourned them every night on her own so they weren't forgotten. It was her burden. The new names were added to her list.

She even went as far to mourn Theo, because he deserved that one act of kindness from her. Because she knew what it was like to be unloved by the person that you loved.

That's when Scott called. She picked up her phone, swallowing her pain. "Hello?" She whispered, trying to hide that she'd been crying.

"Y/n? Hey! Coke over to my house, will you? We have a surprise for you." It was Scott alright.

Y/n closed her eyes. "I can't tonight, Scott. It's too late and aunt needs me." She was flat out lying but that was okay. "I'm sorry."

"No Y/n you don't understand you have to-" Scott began.

"Y/n?" It was Lydia.

"Hey," I said miserably.

"Oh good! You have to-" the voice stopped. "Y/n have you been crying?"

"No," Y/n answered immediately. But the panic seeped into her tone.

"You can't lie to me. We're all coming over. Now."

"No. Lydia. Please, don't!"

The problem about her house is that her aunt could sometimes be... Aggressive. She hated when people were over and Y/n didn't need her aunt to come out and get mad. As long as she was unbothered and no one was over, her aunt stayed in her room and Y/n stayed safe.

She knew that she should leave, or tell someone, but no one ever believed her. So she'd eventually stopped telling and started hiding. Hiding the few bruises that rarely happened and the tears that constantly streamed.

Her weaknesses. She kept the, buried deep, away from the light.

No one knew her aunt's secretly aggressive nature.

"Lydia you can't come over!" Y/n said urgently.

"Well we are. See you in a bit! And we're bringing your surprise too." And then a dial tone.

Oh no.

Y/n dropped her phone to her bed, racing out of her room. Her aunt's door bursted open. "Someone's coming over?" Her aunt whispered dangerously.

"No," Y/n said immediately. "No. I'm going to get the, to go home, I promise."

Her aunt relaxed. "You better. Deal with them or I will."

"Okay. Go back to bed, auntie. I'll deal with them. I swear." And the she turned and made her way down the stairs and out the door. Just then the cars pulled up. Lydia and the gang came out, walking up to her. Y/n pushed them back. "You can't be here!" Y/n said, panicked.

"Why not?" Malia asked, her head cocking as she smelled Y/n terror. They all could. The non-smellers could see it.

"What's the matter, Y/n?" Stiles asked, stepping forward, worried.

"Nothing!" Y/n insisted.

"You've been crying," Scott whispered. Y/n froze. "I can see it all over your face. And you smell or terror and worry and sadness. Y/n what the he'll is going on?"

"Nothing! I promise! Please, leave! Please!" She begged, pushing them back.

"Y/n!" Y/n froze again, her body locking up. She was overcome with complete horror as she turned back to see her aunt. "Get inside. Your friends need to go home. Now!"

"O-okay," Y/n said, nodding. She walked to her aunt. Her friends slowly walked back, knowing they'd get nothing out of her tonight." Relieved, Y/n went inside and listened to hear their cars pull away.

Then all Hell broke loose.

"YOU LIAR!" Her aunt screamed. Her arm was bribed and she was thrown across the room. She slammed into the wall, the air being knocked out of her. "YOU SAID YOU'D DEAL WITH THEM! Well. You LIED! I HAD TO! And because I didn't get to deal with your supernatural friends, I'll take it out on you." Her aunt's eyes glowed an icy blue and she grew teeth. Canines.

Y/n whimpered in fear. See, even as a werewolf, her aunt was stronger than Y/n was. While Y/n parents had been human, her aunt had been a werewolf ever since they died. Her aunt had saved her from werewolves and had gotten bit in the process.

Now that Y/n was a werewolf, her aunt mocked her power by beating her. Even when she was powerful, with Allison teaching her everything she knew, her aunt found pleasure in reminding her how weak she really was.

Fingers wrapped in Y/n's hair and sheets pulled to her feet. Y/n cried out, her hands rising to where her aunt pulled her hair as if that would do anything. With her free hand, her aunt slapped her. Y/n felt her teeth close on her tongue and she whimpered.

Her head turned and she spit blood, it splattering on the wood. "You'll clean that up later!" Her aunt seethed, her eyes still glowing.

Y/n felt something activate and her own gold eyes glowed gold. Her aunt laughed. "You DARE show your wolf eyes to me? PUT THEM AWAY!"

"Please! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to!"

"Begging are we? You're so weak! And your stupid pack doesn't really want you! I know I don't! You're a liability, Y/n! You couldn't save a fly from sticky tape! You couldn't even save your precious mentor!" That stung more than the physical pain. She must have heard Y/n blaming 0herself the first day she died. She had cried for hours, blaming herself and beating herself because she'd let her die.

She'd begged her aunt to hit her, to punish her. And her aunt had been happy to oblige. The bruise on her cheek was easily hidden under the bruises from the fighting with the Oni so no one had questioned.

But the insult hit her just as hard as her own words had that first day.

"She'd be ashamed of you!"

"Don't say her name," Y/n whispered, her eyes down cast and her hair falling in her face. Her aunt paused.

"What?"

"You're not allowed to say her name," Y/n spoke up, louder. Her eyes were closed and her emotions were dead. Her aunt couldn't tell what the girl was feeling.

"Ha! As if you tell me what to do! You're a disgrace! You're pathetic!" She threw the girl, who crumbled to the floor, landing wrong on her ankle and a pop sounded brought he room. The first time she'd really hurt her. "Don't say who's name, huh, Y/n? Her name? ALLISON?"

Y/n snapped. She stood, screaming, roaring, and went to attack her aunt. Her aunt hit her so hard that she saw black spots. "Don't ever roar at me," her aunt growled. "Don't ever try to out strength me. Allison. Allison. ALLISON. ALLISON!"

"SHUT UP!" Y/n screamed.

"ALLISON!" Her aunt screamed back. Y/n was sobbing, completely helpless. "ALLISON!" Y/n felt her emotions turning hard and broken. She felt destroyed all over again. Demolished. She sobbed louder, her body wracking in it. "ALLISON!" Her aunt screamed. She kicked Y/n in the gut and the girl fell on her back, sobbing. "What are you going to do now, huh? You're all alone. And Allison is dead."

"Don't. Say. Her. Name." A new voice sounded, strong and firm. The older woman's head snapped up and there stood Scott McCall, Lydia Martin, Stiles Stilinski, Liam Dunbar, and even Hayden, Corey, and Mason. But they weren't the ones that spoke.

That was Isaac Lahey, who stood in the very front. And while Scott's eyes burned red, Isaac's burned the fiercest gold, and he was out for blood.

Y/n's aunt's eyes were glued to Scott. "An Alpha?" She breathed.

"A True Alpha," Scott added. "Step away from her."

The older woman stumbled back, not daring to challenge the, now that she was outnumbered. "It's funny how they suddenly become so scared when there's more of us," Stiles noted ruefully.

Isaac silently stepped forward, scooping Y/n up. He looked at her aunt, and all he saw was his father. He roared, making the house shake, as Y/n had in Theo's basement what felt like forever ago. The woman fell on her butt, pushing herself against the corner of the room. Isaac turned and took Y/n out of the room.

They would take hero Scott's house. They had a lot to talk about.

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Okay this is like SO LONG! I'm sorry I'm having too much fun lol
Next part it soon 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼