APRIL WAS ALREADY EXHAUSTED WHEN SHE WALKED into school the next day. After Scott came back, she and Stiles had shown him the den that they found, and then they had called the police. They explained to Stiles's dad what they saw, and then Scott's dad showed up, and it all went to crap after that. Mr. Tate found the doll, and he started freaking out.

They had been up pretty much all night, and she was only able to get, like, half an hour of sleep. She was tired and cranky, and she really did not have the energy to deal with another crisis at that moment. That was why her stomach completely dropped when she turned a corner and saw someone standing there.

Elijah.

The flashbacks came rapidly as she watched him lean up against the lockers and flirt with a girl. She froze in place, vividly remembering the night that they were trapped in that cellar, the night she tried to save her aunt, the night she failed to do so. It all came flooding back.

She was sure that she was seeing something, that she was having another vision like the one in the woods the day before, but she blinked her eyes, pinched herself, everything. He was still there. How the hell was he there? She thought he moved after everything that happened, after she wasn't able to come up with enough evidence to send him to jail, after she wasn't able to tell anyone what happened that night.

She did not know what to do. She did not know whether she wanted to kill him or cry or both. She could not move. It was like her feet were frozen in place. The boy that killed the only family she had left was standing ten feet away from her, and she couldn't do anything about it. Then, he looked up, saw her, and smirked. It made her blood boil more than anything that had ever happened in her life. She had never had the true urge to harm anyone more than what she felt at that moment. But she still could not move.

Finally, she felt a hand wrap around her arm and tug her into an empty classroom. She was still in shock when she was suddenly face-to-face with Isaac. She could faintly hear him asking if she was okay as he tried to steady her, and she became slightly aware that she was shaking. "April, can you hear me?"

"What?" she asked, finally snapping out of her trance and allowing her eyes to flicker up to meet his. Him talking allowed her to come to the awful realization that she had not been seeing things and that whatever was happening was real.

Elijah was there.

"Are you okay?" he questioned, and before she could have a chance to respond, he rolled his eyes and shook his head. "Of course you're not okay. What am I talking about?" All of a sudden, the blonde girl started breathing heavily as tears began welling up in her eyes. She could not process what was happening, and it was just too much. His eyes widened when he realized what was happening, and he was able to catch her before she crumpled to the floor. "April, April, April, hey."

"Why is he here?" she quizzed, and her chest was tight as she continued to gasp for air. Tears were pouring down her face now and sliding off her cheeks before splattering on the floor

Isaac was desperately trying to help her and figure out how to calm her down. "Hey, hey, hey, take a deep breath, and focus on me. Focus on my hands, focus on my voice, focus on my breathing."

"Okay, okay," she breathed out, trying to do what he said. She closed her eyes and listened to his calm breathing and his voice that was telling her that it was going to be okay. She felt his fingers running up and down her arms, sending shivers down her spine. Her breathing slowed down as she opened her eyes to look up at him, and when he realized that it was working, he smiled slightly. That caused the corners of her lips to turn up a little bit as she muttered, "Thanks. I'm sorry. I just saw him, and it all came flooding back, and—"

"You don't have to apologize. He — He hurt you," the Lahey boy told her, cutting her off as he tried not to trigger her again. His hands that had been running up and down her arms suddenly stopped when he reached her wrists, and he slowly wrapped his fingers around them. She looked down at her arms before looking back up at him, and she became suddenly aware of how close their faces were.

She could feel his breath fan across her lips, and that along with his hands was almost overwhelming. Their noses brushed, and Isaac jumped, almost like he had just been woken up. He pulled away, causing her to furrow her eyebrows and wonder if she did anything wrong. He helped her up wordlessly before clearing his throat and telling her, "I'll, uh, I'll walk you to History."

"Here's where we found the den," Stiles explained to Allison in History, pointing to a spot on the tablet in his hands. They figured that a hunter's opinion on this would be helpful. "It's right in the middle of the hiking trails."

"Well, that could narrow it down. Coyotes travel in fixed trails. But, I think you're right about her not going back to the den. Coyotes don't like wolves, and they're really smart — if they don't want to be heard, they actually walk on their toes," the Argent girl informed them.

They all stared at her incredulously, and the Stilinski boy practically gasped as he questioned, "Coyotes tip-toe?"

"They tip-toe," the brunette sighed, and then the bell rang, signaling for her to get to class since she was not actually in their History class. "I gotta go, but send me the pinned location." Stiles nodded, and the three made their way to their seats.

Scott and April were walking down the aisle when the girl from the day before, the one that told them about Bardo, came up to them. "Hey! I'm Kira. You knew that. I knew you knew that. I don't know why I just told you that again...Anyway, I have something for you."

"For me?" the McCall boy questioned with a goofy grin on his face, and the blonde girl behind him raised her eyebrows mischievously as she looked between the two that were very obviously crushing on each other.

"Yeah, about the Bardo," she told him, pulling her backpack off and unzipping it before rummaging around through it. "My explanation was kind of all over the place, so I did some research and I printed it out for you."

"Aw — Ow!" April's teasing was cut off my Scott jamming his elbow into her side.

He chuckled nervously while she continued to look, and it didn't seem like she had heard what the Sharpe girl said. "You didn't have to do that."

"It only took a couple of hours," the Yukimura girl informed them with a shrug, causing both of their eyes to widen as they looked at her in shock.

"A couple of hours?" April exclaimed in confusion. That was a lot of hours. Then, she pointed at the werewolf next to her and questioned, "For this guy? I mean, he's weird, and his jawline — Will you stop elbowing me?"

Kira was still searching frantically through her bag with furrowed eyebrows, and it was obvious that she was nervous. April felt bad for her because little did she know that Scott was ten time more awkward than her. "I swear, I printed it out..."

"Kira?" Mr. Yukimura called to his daughter before approaching her and holding out a stack of papers. "You forgot all the research you did for that boy you like." April's jaw dropped, and Kira looked absolutely mortified as she turned around and handed Scott the paper wordlessly before heading to her seat.

The Sharpe girl was going to follow her to where Danny was sitting when Scott grabbed her arm. "Where are you going? Your seats up here with me."

"I'm gonna switch seats with Danny for the day so that I can talk you up," the blonde girl answered, and she grinned when his face dropped.

He shook his head aggressively and started protesting, knowing that she was most likely going to embarrass the crap out of him. "No, no, no, you are not. Come back! April! Danny, do not listen to her! April Sharpe, come back here!"

"Just trust me," she told him.

She was too far away for him to lunge for her and not crash into desks, but he kept trying to stop her. "No, that's the thing. I don't trust you. I don't trust you at all."

"It's gonna be fine," she assured the werewolf before spinning around to the Mahealani boy sitting in the desk in front of her. His attention had already been caught by the scene they just made, and he rolled his eyes as she grinned down at him. "Danny, how much do you love me?"

"What do you want?" he questioned, and he seemed so done with her.

She sighed and gave him her best puppy dog eyes before pointing to her seat. "I would love you forever if you went and sat in my seat today and let me sit here. Just for today."

"Why?" he asked, but before she got a chance to answer him, he put his hand up to stop her. "Actually, I don't care, and I don't want to know. Here." Then, he stood up and dragged his stuff to the seat next to Scott.

"Thank you," she said before plopping down in the seat and smiling at Kira who had just watched the whole exchange play out.

When she realized that April was staring at her, she offered a slightly scared but polite smile. "Hi."

"Hey," the blonde girl replied before realizing that she was being creepy and snapping out of it. "I'm sorry. I don't believe we've been introduced. I'm April, Scott's friend."

"Oh, yeah. The one I just completely embarrassed myself in front of..." Kira mumbled, and her cheeks turned pink in anxiousness.

The Sharpe girl shook her head almost immediately and waved her off. "Oh, don't worry about that. I am the queen of embarrassing myself. I've done so much worse than that. I just wanted to say sorry for yesterday. I feel like the table was really rude, and I swear they're not like that usually."

"Oh, no. It's completely fine. I get it. Some weird girl jumps into your conversation, you're bound to be a little thrown off," Kira responded, and she seemed hesitant as she quizzed, "Um, do you think Scott noticed how weird I was?"

April looked up to see Scott signaling for her to cut it out, but of course, she did the exact opposite. "I think he was too busy freaking out since you were talking to him. I guarantee you, he's more scared of you than you are of him."

"No, he's not," the other girl denied, rolling her eyes.

The blonde girl, who was still smiling because she had not seen her friend like this since Allison. "He totally is! I haven't seen him this giggle about a girl in a while."

"All right, everyone, let's get started!" Mr. Yukimura yelled to the class, shooting a pointed look at the two girls, causing them to fall quiet. "We were just talking about internment camps and prisoners of war. There's a passage in our reading that I'd like to go over in more detail. Who would like to come up and read aloud for us? Mr. Stilinski?"

"Oh, maybe someone else could...?" Stiles, who was sitting in the front row, asked anxiously, causing Scott and April to furrow their eyebrows at him. Usually, he was able to answer most questions that teachers asked him and glad to do any task that was asked of him, but today, something was off.

The teacher shook his head. "Everyone participates in my class, Mr. Stilinski."

"Okay..." the teenager muttered before getting out of his seat and walking up to the stand where he was expected to read from the book. He looked down at the pages, and the blonde girl could see his brain going into freak out mode. "Okay, okay... Come on, come on..."

Both Scott and April jumped to their feet and rushed to their friend's side as he began to breathe heavily. He leaned on the podium, and it looked like he was about to pass out. "Stiles? You okay?" April looked up at the teacher. "We should take him to the nurse's office." Mr. Yukimura, who seemed to be confused and scared too about what was going on, just nodded and opened the door for them.

They went straight to the boys' locker room, and Stiles crashed into a million things on the way to the mirror to look at himself in the face. He began rambling to himself. "It's a dream, it's a dream, it's just a dream..."

"No, it's not — this is real. You're here. You're here with me and April. Can you see us? Okay, what do you do? I mean, like, how do you tell if you're awake or dreaming?" the McCall boy questioned.

The sheriff's son answered, "Your fingers — you count your fingers. You have extra fingers in dreams."

"How many do I have?" the werewolf asked, holding up his hands, but when his freaking out friend did not answer, he yelled at him, "Hey! Look at me. Come on, Stiles. Look at my hands and count with me."

"One... two..." Stiles started counting, and the three of them continued until they reached all ten, and he realized that none of it was a dream. "What the hell is happening to me?" he panted out, leaning against the wall.

The blonde girl shrugged as she tried to comfort him the best she could. "We'll figure it out. You're going to be okay."

"Am I? Are you?" he questioned skeptically before looking at the werewolf boy. "Scott, you can't transform... April's being haunted by her dead aunt... And I'm straight up losing my mind. We can't do this. We can't — we can't help Malia. We can't help anyone."

Scott sighed, "We can try. We can always try."