Authors Note

Hello.

Your eyes are not deceiving you, this really is an epilogue for White Lies – it's just a few years late.

My decision to leave the story how I did was not something that came easy. And, boy, did I get some shit for it. But, in hindsight, I still believe I made the right decision. My heart truly was not in it anymore, and I couldn't bring myself to write anything that would have brought justice to Scott and Alex's story. It wouldn't have been fair to you guys, and it wouldn't have been fair to me.

But I realise that the way I left things also wasn't fair to all of you – which is why I'm posting this now.

My teen wolf stories are coming to a close, and I will soon be moving on from them. And so, I came to the conclusion that I just couldn't leave this book as open as it was.

Unfortunately, this isn't going to be the mind-blowingly good finish to the story you may have wanted or expected (considering how long it has been). However, this is an ending. This is where I envision Scott and Alex to be right now.

No matter your feelings on what you're about to read, I hope it brings you some peace of mind, as it has done for me.

I apologise for the way things were left, and I hope this gives you some sense of resolution, even if this wasn't what you wanted.

So, as always, thank you for reading.

❥

Epilogue

"Alex."

I looked up, instantly spotting Liam as he made his way through the row of benches, stopping beside me with a gentle smile on his face.

He had changed out of his lacrosse kit from the game and into his normal clothes, a sports bag slung loosely over his shoulder.

"Hey, Liam," I greeted, returning his small smile with my own. I closed the book in my hands, looking up at him properly. "What can I do for you?"

"Scott wanted me to tell you he's waiting in the changing rooms," he informed, a tight lipped smile on his face. I nodded in understanding, beginning to place my book back in my bag until he slid into the seat beside me. "You heard from Stiles?"

"Yeah," I replied, a fond smile tugging at my lips as I thought of my brother.

Pre FBI.

I remembered him telling dad and I about it one night over dinner. I remembered the way he smiled at me, the look in his eye, when he looked over and told me how Scott had made it happen.

There was a deep pang in my chest that night at the mention of Scott McCall. The person i'd known and adored my whole life, who'd protected and saved my brother and I countless amounts of times, without ever expecting anything else in return. But in return, he'd somewhat lost us both – Stiles to the dedication of his career, and me simply to time. Because I'd truly needed time to deal with the events of Beacon Hills, and time to grow and settle into the person I wanted to be.

But Scott McCall had never truly lost us. There was no force powerful enough in this world to destroy the bond the three of us had created. And there was nothing in this entire universe that was strong enough to ever stop me from truly, deeply, loving him like I had all these years.

I had just needed some time.

"How's he getting on?" Liam questioned.

Liam Dunbar had a maturity to him now that was unbelievable to see develop. I remembered the angry, troubled boy I'd eventually been introduced to those few years ago. I remembered the struggles he'd faced and battled coming to terms with him being a werewolf. But right now, sitting in front of me, was the person he'd grown into. And I was lucky to have watched that happen.

"He's doing well," I told him. "Sooner or later he'll be running the place."

Liam cracked a smile at my joke. "I'm glad." He shifted the position of his bag on his shoulder, beginning to stand. "I should let you go. Scott will be wondering where you are."

"Sure," I smiled up at him. "It was nice to see you again, Liam."

"You too."

After Liam left, I spent a few moments collecting my thoughts. I hadn't seen Scott for a while, but the thought of him stood waiting in those changing rooms, just like old times, sent butterflies fluttering in my stomach. Nothing had changed in these last few years. He could still make me feel the same way.

With Stiles living his dream and Lydia doing her thing at college; and with Kira still learning about her powers with the skinwalkers, and Malia over in France (where a little birdy had told me she'd met up with a certain curly haired boy), it felt that Scott and I were the only two left dedicated to Beacon Hills.

And although Beacon Hills may have been what brought us apart in the first place, it was the only thing that was going to bring us both back together in the end.

Once I reached the changing rooms, I knocked lightly on the door to let him know I was there. I stepped inside, my nose wrinkling at the faint smell of sweat that still lingered in the air.

"Alex."

I turned to my left, my eyes meeting the soft, brown ones I had grown to love so deeply over time. Scott's eyes were a place which always made me feel safe; a place which reminded me of home.

"Scott."

The two of us remained still for a long moment, neither one of us moving as we took each other in. Scott hadn't changed much, but enough for me to spot notable differences. For one, he was taller and of bigger build, which made him look much older than the eighteen year old I had remembered seeing last year. He'd also grown out a slight beard, which had somewhat changed his appearance.

But he was still the same Scott McCall I knew and loved.

Eventually, Scott was the one to move towards me first, gently wrapping his arms around me as we met each other in a hug. I breathed in slightly, noticing he still wore the same cologne.

"You look great," he told me as we both, somewhat hesitantly, broke apart, standing a close distance away from each other.

I smiled at him, naturally taking his appearance in again once more before I replied. "So do you."

A slightly awkward silence lapsed between us both for a few moments until he spoke again. "How have you been?"

"Good, good," I replied. "College is going well. How about you?"

"Really good, thanks."

The silence began to creep up on us both again, and I found myself desperately looking for distractions in the room around us. I couldn't help but smile to myself as I remembered the countless amounts of memories we'd all had at this school.

"So, uh, how long are you around for?" Scott questioned again, his gaze on his shoes as he shifted slightly on his feet.

"Just this week," I replied.

He nodded slowly, swallowing thickly as he rubbed the back of his neck with his hand. "How's Stiles?"

"Busy, but enjoying himself," I replied. Scott looked up, meeting my eyes. "How's Malia?"

"Last I heard she'd met up with Isaac Lahey," he informed me with a quiet chuckle. "I'm sure they'll get on well."

"I'm sure they will."

There it was again, that horribly loud  silence.

"So, um, I was wondering," he paused, fiddling with a loose thread from his jumper for a moment. "I was wondering if, uh, you wanted to hang out some time?"

"Yeah." I couldn't help my lips twitching into a grin, as all the nerves and excitement I used to feel around Scott came flooding back. "Yeah, I'd like that."

"Good, that's–" he cut off as a smile began to creep onto his face, causing my own lips to twitch into a grin. He ran a nervous hand through his hair. "That's great."

I laughed lightly at his reaction, deciding to move a few more steps towards him. He did the same, closing the space between us. We stood a few inches apart, my heart racing wildly in my chest. I shifted my eyes only once, glancing down at Scott's lips as I breathed in deeply, wondering how it would feel to have them pressed against mine once more.

"It really is great to see you again, Alex," he said quietly, his voice deepening as he further closed the gap between us ever so slightly.

I let my eyelids flutter shut, a light breath escaping my lips as I felt Scott's place a soft kiss on my cheek, the warm feeling lingering on my skin for a few moments later.

I lifted my gaze, reaching up to touch his face, cupping his cheek with the side of my hand. Slowly, I lifted onto my toes, gently brushing my lips against his. After a few moments, Scott tentatively kissed back, the action sending my pulse racing, my head spinning, and my hands shaking, until we slowly moved apart, our faces remaining so close that I could still feel his hot breath tickling against my skin.

"It really is great to see you too, Scott McCall."