𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍
𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒
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Had you asked Jolene Matthews what her sister was doing at this very moment, on this nice, chilly Monday morning in mid October, she'd say, "Oh, she's getting ready for school."

But little did she know, her younger sister was practically dry humping a certain curley haired werewolf upstairs as she made her morning toast. Lylas bedroom was cast in nice, 6 a.m sunlight, sun rays passing through the sun catcher above her window and scattering beams of multicolored light across her bedsheets.

Quiet giggles filled the void of the bedroom, Lyla pulling her head back away from the boy. Isaac whined, chasing after her and pressing his lips against her neck. "Isaac, we gotta get up. We have school."

He shook his head against her skin, nuzzling himself into the crevice of her neck, "I don't wanna go to school."

"Yeah, well I do." Lyla laughed, pushing the boy off her and to the other side of her bed.

He reached out for her, but she quickly jumped from her mattress with a smirk. Isaac sighed obnoxiously, watching as she walked away and bent over to grab his clothes, her sleep shirt riding up just far enough. His eyes lingered for a moment, unabashedly smiling at her as she caught him in the act.

Her mouth fell open, and she tossed his shirt and shoes at him. "Go!" She giggled while slipping on her own pair of sleep shorts, this time staring at his exposed back and Hanes underwear logo peaking out from his sweatpants. Isaac turned his head back at her, raising his eyebrows before slipping his shirt, socks and shoes back on.

"I'll see you at school?" Isaac opened the window carefully, turning back around to look down at the blonde. She nodded eagerly, biting her lip before yanking him down by his shirt. He moaned against her mouth, frowning when she pushed him away and towards the window. "Go! Before my sister comes in and beats your ass."

Isaac giggled as he climbed out of the window, dropping down into the grass and booking it towards Scott's house 2 streets over. Lyla rolled her eyes, closing her window back up before walking out into the hallway and into the bathroom to shower and do her makeup.

The last three weeks had been quiet. No complications or threats. Just the 6 of them, living their lives both together and separate.

They had weekly movie nights, which was fun but frustrating because Stiles only ever wanted to watch Star Wars, which neither Lyla, Lydia, or Scott had ever seen. Lyla, Allison and Lydia had all bonded extremely well. We're talking girls nights in, girls nights out, sleepovers. The past three weeks had been absolutely jam packed with activities and Lyla had been living for them.

Derek and Cora were still gone. The twins had disappeared. Stiles was...Stiles. Scott and Allison were getting along, Isaac and Lyla were, together, they were good.

Although Jo knew of their new relationship, she was a bit stricter about it. She's not a mom, she probably never will be, but watching Isaac kiss Lyla goodbye after that first movie night sparked something in her. Something overly protective. She loved Isaac, but she'd be damned if that adorably tall werewolf got her baby sister pregnant in high school!

So, when Lyla was absolutely sure Jo was asleep, Isaac would sneak in through her window and they'd cuddle, make out, watch movies. Like a normal teenage couple. But it was new for the both of them, a relationship. They were figuring it out as they went; things they liked, things they didn't. For example, they didn't love PDA, but they were both touch starved and always wanted to be touching, so holding hands was a must.

She was, happy. Like actually happy. She could see herself graduating high school alongside her friends, going to the same college as some of them, spending holidays traveling to visit each other. It was odd, having friends. Something she wasn't used to but could definitely get used to.

She only had one internal dilemma: the secret she's been keeping from Jo. That their mom was actually from here. Her knowledge of her mother and grandmother, of their mothers life before they were born. And it was eating away at her, but she worried that if Jo found out, she'd want to run. Jo was very superstitious and believed in divine intervention. She'd say that them finding their way back was bad luck and that the town carried too many secrets and had hidden too many bodies to be safe.

So for now, until the right time, Lyla thought it best to keep it under wraps.

Lyla glanced at herself in the mirror, smoothing down the front of her long sleeve black turtleneck, making sure it was tucked into the black skirt smoothly, before slipping a pair of white socks over her heart print sheer black tights and then siding her feet into her combat boots.

She took one last glance at her makeup, fixing her lip gloss before grabbing her bag and rushing down the steps.

"Hey, I'm heading to school." She smiled at her sister, who was making coffee in the kitchen. "Going to Allison's after school?"

Lyla shrugged, grabbing her keys from the bowl by the front door, "Probably. I'll let you know. Have a good day!"

"Be safe!"

Lyla rushed to the sidewalk, eyes catching Hunter, who was across the street getting into his truck. She sent him a wave, before crossing the street and leaning against his open window, "Do me a favor and drive me somewhere?"

Hunter rolled his eyes, gesturing for her to hop in, "Ya'know, it's not really doing you a favor when I take you to school every morning. Not that I'm bothered by taking you, but you should really get your bike fixed." Lyla shrugged, "Well you don't have to take me all the way to school today."

Hunter sighed, taking off down their street, and sending her a toothy smile, "And where am I taking you, your highness?"

"129 Woodbine Lane."

"You got it."

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She waved at Hunter as the boy drove off, turning on her heel and giving the wooden door a firm knock. Seconds later, the Sheriff appeared, sending her a small smile. "Sheriff." She nodded at him, moving past him and into the Stilinski residence. "Delilah."

"Nice morning, don't ya think? Good morning for a hike in the woods, near a giant tree stump?" The Sheriff raised his brows at her teasing eyebrow wiggle, "Just go get my son."

Lyla laughed, jogging up the stairs and down the hall, leaning against Stiles' doorframe. He was in his room, staring down at a book intently. "Hey, loser." He spun around quickly, jumping slightly from her sudden presence. "You okay?" She asked, furrowing her eyebrows as she stepped further into his room.

"Y-yeah. Had a nightmare last night so I'm kind of disoriented." Lyla nodded, dropping her bag on his floor and plopping down on his unmade bed. She watched in boredom as he packed his backpack, his dad appearing in the doorway. "Hey."

He turned around, "You alright?" Lyla watched as his dad gave his son a worried once over. "You ready for school?"

"Yeah." Stiles nodded, glancing down at his book again, before turning back to his dad with a scratch to his neck, "Yeah, I'm good."

Sheriff tilted his head, and Stiles sighed, "Dad, seriously, I'm fine. It was just a nightmare." Lylas eyes curiously moved down to the box the Sheriff was holding, "What's that?" Lyla pried, perking an eyebrow and standing up to get a closer, nosey peak at it.

"That's just uh," He looked down at the box, "Files, from the office."

Stiles pointed a finger at the label on the side, "It says Sheriff's station, do not remove." The Sheriff nodded smugly, "Yeah, unless you're the Sheriff."

"Oh."

"Now, get your butts to school, alright?" He nodded at the two teens, before heading down the hallway towards his office. Lyla smiled, yanking her bag from the floor and slapping his back, "Let's go, Stilinski."

"Lyla," The girl turned her head back towards him, "I am seeing shit, okay? These nightmares, they're not normal. I suddenly can't read, I'm having a dreams within dreams."

Lyla swallowed thickly with wide eyes, "Do you think this has to do with the sacrifices? Deaton said that it would leave a darkness around your heart, right?"

"Yeah, that's what I'm terrified of."

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Lyla and Stiles hurriedly walked through the front of the school, approaching the front stairs as Stiles attempted to describe his dreams. Lyla took a deep breath of relief as the stepped under the shade of the overpass, Stiles' hands flicking in different directions as he spoke, "I'm literally waking up from nightmares into other nightmares. And when I do wake up, it's like I'm paralyzed. I have to scream myself out of these dreams-"

Lyla stopped him with a shake of her head, "You're paralyzed?" Stiles sighed, messing with his fingers, "Yeah, like sleep paralysis-"

"So you're dreaming about being in the woods? At the Nemeton? I think we should talk to-" Lyla paused, staring up at a confused looking Scott, walking frantically backwards down the cement stairs. "Scott?"

Stiles frowned, walking ahead of Lyla and grabbing Scott by the shoulders, "Hey, hey, you alright?" Scott heaved, looking between Stiles and Lyla with wide eyes. "You don't look alright, Scott."

"I'm okay."

"No, you're not." Lyla shook her head, tuning in to his rapidly beating heartbeat. Stiles sighed, "It's happening to you too. You're seeing things, aren't you?" Scott furrowed his eyebrows in confusion towards his best friend, "How'd you know?"

"Because you're both losing your minds." Lyla whispered, looking around them to ensure no one around them heard their conversation. "Actually-" Lyla and Stiles turned around to face Allison and Lydia, the former frowning, "All three of you are losing your minds."

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"Well, well-" Lydia smirked as she opened the door of the school, Allison, Stiles and Scott following her as Lyla trailed behind. "Look who's no longer the crazy one."

"We're not crazy." Allison rolled her eyes, but Lydia spun on her heel to look at them, "Hallucinating? Sleep paralysis? Yeah, you guys are fine." Lyla held in her laugh as she stood next to Lydia.

"We did die and come back to life." Scott shrugged, "That's gotta have some side effects, right?"

Lyla snorted, "Yeah, side effects that are gonna send each of you into that Eichen House place." Stiles' eye twitched when he looked over at her, the blonde shrugging as the bell sounded above them.

"We keep an eye on each other, okay?" The three nodded at Stiles, before the brown-haired boy turned to Lydia and Lyla, "And you two; stop enjoying this so much." Stiles passed them, and the two girls glanced at each other with a faux confused look, Lydia tilting her head, "What?"

Lydia and Lyla giggled, the blonde rolling her eyes at Stiles before the three girls walked side by side to their Art class.

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Lyla glanced over the top of her easel, a blush forming on her cheeks when she made eye contact with Isaac, the blonde boy already staring at her over the top of his own easel. "Stop staring." She whispered, looking back at the landscape she was working on.

She watched a smile form on his lips as he shrugged, "I can't help it. I like looking at beautiful things." Lyla attempted to hide her smile, rolling her eyes as she dipped her brush in the green paint, "Shut up."

"Not the steadiest hand for a superb marksman."

Lyla turned her head to the left at Lydia's voice, eyes locking with Allisons shaking hand, hovering her paintbrush above her blank paper. "It's been happening for the past few weeks. Since that night." Allison huffed, dropping her paintbrush onto her palette, causing the red paint to splash against the white paper. Lydia sighed, ripping the ruined paper and tossing it to the side, "Start over."

Allison looked over at Lyla, who gestured her head towards the canvas with a small, supportive smile. Allison huffed, picking her paintbrush back up, and drawing small, smooth strokes over the top right corner.

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Lyla's head titled as she watched Lydia stick the paper target on the tree ahead of them, "Are you sure you wanna do this, Ali? I mean, what if you miss and hit a jogger or something?" The brunette girl looked down at Lyla, mouth agape in shock. Lyla put her hands up in surrender, "Sorry. I'm a natural pessimist, I can't help it."

Allison raised a brow, before nodding in agreement with the blonde, "Lyla's right. Do you really think this is gonna help?" She asked Lydia as the girl approached, the strawberry blonde nodding, "If you think it's not going to help, then it definitely won't."

Lydia stood on the other side of Allison as she bent down to grab an arrow, "So," Lydia rubbed her hands together, "Get your head into it! Shoot a few and see what happens."

Allison inhaled deeply, drawing her bow up and shakily pulling the string back slowly, before letting it go. The arrow glided through the air, before landing into the dirt and leaves next to the tree. Lyla tilted her head, crossing her arms across her chest, "Huh."

Allison drew another arrow, pulling it back with a deep exhale, before releasing the arrow. And once more, it landed in the dirt. "Maybe..." Lydia frowned, "Hold the string a different way? Try the Mongolian draw."

Allison and Lyla tilted their head in confusion at the girl, who turned to them cluelessly, "What? I read." She smiled, pointing at the target, "Try it."

Lyla inhaled nervously, watching as Allison drew another arrow, tilting the bow sideways. The arrow missed, again, making Lyla wince, "Maybe you just have post sacrifice jitters? They could go away."

Lydia squinted at her friend, before grasping Allison by the shoulder, "Take a second to close your eyes, and imagine the arrow going into the target."

Allison opened her eyes with a small gasp, "Did you see that?" Lyla frowned, looking out through the tree line, "See what? I don't see anything."

Allison bent down and grabbed her bag of arrows, tossing it around her chest, "Wait here." Lyla raised a brow as Allison slowly walked off, sending a nervous and confused look at Lydia, "Are you serious?"

"I'll be right back."

"She did not just say that." Lydia inhaled in fear, stepping closer to Lyla. "There's no one out here but us, Lyds." Lyla whispered, watching as Allison took slow steps further into the forest. Lyla watched curiously as Allison spun in circles, looking around at the forest for, someone or something, apparently.

Lyla huffed, stepping over to a tree near them to grab her phone from her bag. She frowned at the no notifications tabs, raising an eyebrow as she looked back at Lydia looking over her shoulder, "Looking for a text from Isaac?"

Lyla rolled her eyes, dropping her phone on top of her bag and turning to look at her, "You are so nosey!" Lydia giggled, crossing her arms in front of her chest, glancing over at Allison just as she drew her bow, pointed directly at her. Lyla spun her head around at the sound of the bow flying through the air, and her arm flew out towards Lydia's face. She caught the arrow by the blade, slicing the palm of her hand open as both girls gasped. She didn't even recognize the pain, just staring at the arrow with wide eyes, before glancing at Lydia, whose mouth still open in shock.

Lyla looked back at Allison, the girls mouth falling open as she dropped the bow, "Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Lydia."

Lyla slowly moved her hand down from Lydia's face, dropping the now bloody arrow into the leaves. Lyla swallowed thickly, turning to Lydia, "Are you okay?"

Lydia closed her mouth, pressing her lips together tightly and nodding.

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"Right at her head?" Scott questioned, stepping into his room as Lyla followed him in, Isaac trailing closely behind her. "Almost right through it." Lyla mumbled, running a hand through her hair anxiously, "And she keeps saying, that she's seeing her aunt. She just keeps repeating it."

Scott plopped onto his bed facing her, "Listen, Scott, whatever's happening to you three, it's getting worse. I almost didn't go with them, and I can't even imagine what would have happened if I had decided not to."

Scott frowned, standing back up and looking down at her reassuringly, "But you were there, and you saved Lydia. That's all that matters."

Lyla inhaled deeply, "Scott. We should go to Deaton." The Alpha nodded, "We will. But first, we should get some sleep." Lyla nodded, turning towards Isaac and allowing him to guide her from Scott's room with a hand on her back. "Stay the night." Isaac bent over and whispered in her ear, the girl huffed out an irritated breath, "Isaac Lahey, Melissa would not allow that."

"Come on, I want a sleepover. Ask her or we'll never know. Say Jo is working late."

"I hate you." Lyla smiled up at him, leaving him at the top of the stairs as she walked down to the kitchen, where Melissa was standing at the counter. "Hey, Melissa."

"Hey, sweetie. How are you feeling?" Lyla smiled at her with a shrug, "Still a little freaked out. Is there a chance I could stay here tonight? Jo is working late tonight at the cafe, and I'm not too excited to be home alone."

Melissa sent her a small smile, reaching out to move a piece of hair behind her ear before placing a gentle hand on her cheek, "Of course, honey. You're welcome here, always." The blonde smiled at the woman, "Thank you, Melissa."

"Goodnight, sweetie."

Lyla turned and walked back up the stairs, rolling her eyes at a smiling Isaac standing in front of his bedroom door. Isaac reached out and yanked her into the room, a giggle falling from her lips as he softly closed the door behind him, bending down and throwing the girl over his shoulder. She gasped in shock, giggling as he walked her to the bed and tossed her down against the gray comforter.

Isaac smiled down at her, tilting his head as she crawled up the bed to press her back against the headboard, "Okay, Lahey. This better be a pretty great sleepover if I'm sacrificing my beautiful bed and leftover spaghetti tonight." She teased the boy, grunting as she bent over and yanked her boots off her feet, tossing them onto the ground next to the bed.

Isaac smiled, crawling into the bed next to her, leaning against his left elbow as he hovered over her. Lyla raised a brow, reaching up and placing her hand on the back of his neck. "This is gonna be the best sleepover in sleepover history."

Lyla's lips turned downwards, an impressed expression taking over as she nodded, "I am expecting nothing but the best, Mr. Lahey."

Isaac smiled, leaning down and placing his lips gently against hers. His free hand reached across to grip her hip tightly, before slowly moving up the expanse of her side, his thumb gently moving back and forth across the side of her covered bra. She smiled against his lips, the boy taking that as a sign to move his hand down to the band of her skirt, slowly removing the tucked shirt out to feel her skin. She was hot against his cold palm, the boy gently moving his hand down to her thigh to grip the flesh.

"Isaac." She mumbled, pulling back from him with a smile, "I'm not losing my virginity with Scott and Melissa in the next room. That's not happening."

Isaac nodded, moving in to kiss her cheek before sliding his lips over to her ear, "We can do other stuff, though."

"Please, do not." Scott said just loud enough for them to hear through the wood of their shared wall. Lyla giggled, throwing her head back against his pillow, "I told you. Not happening."