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“Stop.”

His lips were only inches from mine and I found myself panting even before his lips touched mine.

I put a hand out and press it to his chest to push him away from me. He wraps his hand around mine that’s keeping him from me. The cold chill of autumn blew around us as we stood in the middle of the park. We were having a picnic in the park before he tried to kiss me.

“What’s wrong?” Isaac looks worried. “Did I do something?”

“Isaac, you have to understand when I tell you this.” I look up into his blue eyes and almost melt instantly. He makes me weak to my knees. “I think I’m in love with you, and I’m terrified.”

His eyebrows furrow together in worry and concern. His hand gently squeezes mine.

“Why are you terrified? Is it me?” I shake my head, but take another step back from him. He frowns when he sees me move away from him. “(Y/N), I lov-“

“Don’t say it,” I cut him off. I close my eyes tightly before reopening them to stop the tears from flowing out. “I’m terrified of loving someone again.” His eyes soften and he releases his hand from mine.

“You still love Aiden.” I nod slowly and lower my head, unable to look him in the eye. “Why though? He hurt you, (Y/N).”

The tears blur my vision, but I refuse to let them fall.

“I know he did,” I gasp out. “He hurt me a lot and now I don’t know how to love again. I can’t love you properly Isaac.” Isaac runs a hand through his hair and licks his lips.

“I didn’t expect that,” he says and smiles awkwardly. His eyes dart around everywhere except at me.

“Please don’t be mad at me,” I beg. Isaac finally turns to face me and I can see the tears in his eyes as well.

“How can you ask that of me (Y/N)? How the hell am I supposed to react to this? I’ve done everything to try to make you happy, and still none of it is enough for you!” he shouts. Isaac paces back and forth and I don’t try to stop him. He’s right in being angry at me. “I’ve tried so hard to make you feel like a queen! To me you are a queen! You are everything to me, why can’t you see that?”

“I do see it! I know, okay! I know how you feel and I feel the same way about you!” I cry to him.

“Then why won’t you let me love you? Why are you resisting this? I know you feel it. I know you feel something special between us that you never felt with Aiden.” I hate how right he was about that. I felt so many deeper emotions with Isaac than I ever did with Aiden. “You feel something there that’s more than just love. It’s a connection between us that I can’t just let go as nothing.” I shake my head.

“I can’t risk it. I can’t risk ruining my friendship with you for my feelings for you Isaac, I’m sorry.”

I try to reach out to him, but this time he takes a step back from me. The tears finally overflow as I watch him take more steps away from me.

I was only 9 when Mom passed away. It wasn’t something I talked about or liked to think about a lot. The months leading up to her death were harsh and grueling on all of us, especially Dad. My older brother Stiles and I depended a lot on each other at this time, seeing our Mom get weaker and more fragile mentally everyday. It took a lot out of dad to take care of us and look after Mom as well. It was also hard for us when Mom’s forgetfulness became more frequent and violent.

I gradually became more secluded after Mom left us. Nothing felt the same and it felt like I couldn’t trust anyone. I stopped talking to others, then my friends, even my family.  I cut off everyone from me except for Dad and Stiles. Even so, sometimes I won’t even talk to Dad. The only person I’ll ever open up to is Stiles. He’s the only one who understands when I need my own space or when I burst out crying because of my anxiety.

That’s also why he’s really protective over me. Growing up, he sheltered me from anything he deemed as dangerous. He was more protective than Dad at times. Stiles kept the supernatural world hidden from me for as long as he could. Even after I found out, Stiles did everything he could to try to keep me as far from the supernatural world as possible.

“Hi, I’m Isaac.” Those words changed everything. He was always that quiet nerdy looking boy in school. He didn’t really have many friends and most of the time he was forgotten. He was also cute and adorable in a way that made me want to entertain him. Maybe that’s why he always tried to talk to me; I was the first one who ever tried to give him the time of day.

At first I just smiled when he tried to talk to me. He’d go on for long periods at a time about various subjects that interested him. Then we moved on to yes and no questions where I would nod or shake my head in response. It made talking difficult, but he liked it because at least I was giving him a response. It took a few more months until we began writing notes to each other and having real conversations to one another.

It scared me how close we were getting. I still wouldn’t talk to him though. That’s the one thing I wouldn’t let myself do. I could tell it frustrated Isaac that he couldn’t get closer to me. It made it harder that Stiles wouldn’t allow us to hang out outside of school.

“He’s not right for you (Y/N), I don’t like you being around him so much. He’s a werewolf and he doesn’t have any control over his shift, he could easily hurt you.” He would never, that’s what Stiles didn’t know. Isaac would never hurt me, intentional or not. Isaac said being around me calmed him and that he had control when I was around him.

“All I need is to see you and I know I’m still human; that I’m not a monster.”

I remember the day I first talked to him. No friendship was perfect, especially ours because we couldn’t directly communicate.

“(Y/N), I don’t know why this is such a big deal to you that I kissed Allison!” He paced back and forth on the empty bleachers. We usually spent our break together outside on the lacrosse field. I had my arms crossed and my back turned away from him. “We were partying and we got caught up in the moment! It doesn’t matter! Why are you the only one who cares so much about this?”

He huffed and started getting down from the bleachers. My eyes widened in shock. No. No. Please don’t leave. My jaw dropped open and I could only stare and watch him get further down to the field.

“Isaac!” I called after him. My throat felt raw and my throat felt foreign from shouting. I saw him stop and turn around. “Please don’t go!” I start running down towards him on the field and meet him halfway in his open arms.

That was the start of our relationship and a change of myself. It was the feeling of safety around Isaac that changed something inside. I felt stronger and more comfortable around people. He made it easier for me to be in social situations, to be normal to feel safe. I started to speak again.

It started with Stiles and Dad. They noticed that I was talking a lot more around them. At first it was only when Isaac was around, but then I started talking freely on my own. I went from being a mute to making jokes at lunch around the pack.

And then it happened.

“(Y/N), I have to go.”

“Go? Go where?” I didn’t understand what he was talking about. “Isaac, what’s going on?” I tried to reach out, but he took steps away from me.

“I need to leave and I don’t know if I’m coming back.” I felt the tears well up in my eyes. “It’s not you, it’s me and how I feel right now. Right now I feel like I need space from Beacon Hills.”

“You’re really going to use the oldest line in the book on me?” I chuckle bitterly. “It’s because of Allison isn’t it? ”

“(Y/N), I’m really sorry-“

“Just go.” I cut him off. I turned my back to him. “Leave already. Get out.” I waited and heard his footsteps retreating. When I turned back around he was gone.

“(Y/N), do you want anything to eat?” Stiles peaked his head into my room. I lay amongst the mess of pillows and blankets. Nothing could stop the wails coming from me as I bury myself deeper into my bed. I heard him close the door and feel the bed shift as he sat next to me. “Do you want to talk about it?”

I continued to cry, not giving him any notion of a response. The burning pain in my chest wasn’t leaving. No matter what I tried, I kept crying and it didn’t seem like it would stop. Nothing could stop the pain omitting from inside.

“You haven’t gone to school or left your room in two weeks. Dad and I are worried.” Still, I gave no response. Stiles pulls the covers off from me and reveals my wet face to him. He sighs. “Look it’s not the end of the world. Isaac wasn’t anything special, okay?”

The sound of his name brought me into a whole set of fresh new tears. I choked on them and coughed furiously through my mess. I roll over away from him.

“Please, talk to me. I’m your brother. You can talk to me about this,” he says gently. “You haven’t talked to me in a long time and it’s hurting me that I can only watch you like this. I can only watch my baby sister hurt and not talk to me.”

He takes my hand in his and gives me a strong squeeze.

Being friends with Scott after our breakup to say the least was a smarter decision at the time. We were best friends before we started dating, but then Allison came along and he fell in love with her. It was a nasty breakup that ended with us screaming at each other and fake accusations of blame. We didn’t talk for years after that. I tried my best to stay far away from him, especially when he had Allison with him.

As much as it hurt me to see them together, I longingly missed Scott. I missed his soft caring side and those loveable eyes that always gave me assurance. I noticed he mysteriously began to gain more muscle and strength. He’s never been the strongest player on the lacrosse team, but that was a result from his asthma. He also started hanging around Derek Hale and a variety of odd people. When he and Allison broke up, it surprised me, but Scott still didn’t tell me anything.

It wasn’t until after Kira came and Allison died that I found out the truth.

After her death, Scott didn’t want the same to happen to me. He told me everything and said he would try to protect me because he missed his best friend and didn’t want me to end up like Allison. Best friend. I didn’t tell him how that stung to have him call me that. I didn’t tell him that I longed for the relationship that we had before. I wasn’t allowed to complain though, because I at least had my best friend back, right?

“Yeah, best friends,” I mutter to myself sarcastically as I watch Scott flirting with Kira at her locker. They weren’t anything even official, yet. I could still have my own fun with Scott if I tried. I sigh and press my forehead against my locker. I know I couldn’t do that to Scott, especially since he obviously moved on from me a long time ago.

Weeks later I found myself working an all-night shift at Sinema and working my way through crowds of drunk gay men. At least I don’t have to worry about getting groped while I work, just the occasional obnoxious stranger demanding for me to get more drinks. That’s all I had to do was serve drinks.

“(Y/N)! (Y/N)!” I look up and through the loud music and bodies of people I see Liam poking out from the middle of the dance floor. Why’s he here? He pushes himself to me at the bar where I’m refilling my orders. “You have to get out! Now!”

“What? Liam? I can’t!” He starts to tug me out of the club against my will and I can faintly hear my manager firing me. Welp, there goes my job. “Liam what the hell!”

“Scott told me to. He said that-“ I scoffed and snatch my arm away from him.

“Of course,” I groan. “Where is he?” Liam bites his lip nervously.

“Listen, (Y/N), I don’t think that’s a good idea-“ I raise my eyebrow at him challengingly. Liam finally gives in after a few seconds of our stare down. “Fine.” Liam leads me back through the crowd toward one of the alcoves people make out in surrounded by colorful beads.

I gasp as a teenage boy with a large stinger limb extending from his back tries to stab Kira, who’s dodging every attack. The monster creature has spikes protruding all over his arms and claws for hands. His eyes were completely black. Mason sits up against a wall with wide eyes as he watches this. Liam shifts to his wolf form and leaves my side to try to help Kira, who’s beginning to have difficulty. The scorpion monster easily pushes Liam aside and then I see Scott on the ground, trying to get up. The monster creeps his way towards Scott, its stinger jolting around.

I don’t think another second before tackling the monster over, knocking it aside as the stinger almost pierced his chest. We roll across the ground and I end up on top, trying to hold it down. However, me being human is a disadvantage. He easily grabs my wrists and I feel the sharp pain through my back as the stinger attacks me.

“(Y/N)!” I fall over to the ground in a heap as my body convulses. I gasp and struggle for air as I felt the venom slowly spreading to other parts of my body. Everything feels far off and distant as the fight continues around me. “(Y/N)!”

I feel arms wrap around me. Looking up I see Scott’s concerned face with tears brimming his eyes. “(Y/N), you’re going to be fine okay. Just hold on a bit longer.” I feel him attempt to lift me up and I let out a strangled cry at the slight movement. He puts me back down, cradling me in his lap.

“Scott,” I choke out. “It’s too late. I’m dying.”

“No, please don’t say that.” I feel his gentle touch stroke over my cheek.

“It’s okay, Scott. I did it for you.” I gulp and struggle with my words.

“I would’ve survived it, but I can’t handle losing you.” He bites his lip as tears begin to fall. “I can’t lose you again, except this time it’s worse.”

“You’ll be okay. You’ll have Kira, the pack, your mom; you don’t need me anymore Scott.” His other hand takes mine and I feel our fingers intertwine just like they used to fit.

“That’s not true. I need you so much.” I start to cough as the poison starts to shut down my body. Scott squeezes my hand tightly in a last attempt to save me. “I love you. I’ve always loved you, I’ll always love you, even when I said I didn’t. I missed you everyday and there’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about you.”

“I’m not okay anymore. Things are falling apart for me and I feel like I’m going to fall apart any minute. I need to break this off and I need to leave Beacon Hills.”

“What do you mean? What’s going on? Isaac please talk to me. You can’t just tell me this and expect me to understand.”

“That’s the problem (Y/N). I can’t describe to you right now how I feel. I can’t control anything and I’m not good right now.”

“Is it me?”

“I have to go.”

I gasp for breath and sit up in my cold bed. I did it again. That same dream came, yet again to make another appearance in my mind. It was the day he left. The day the boy that I’m so madly in love with broke my heart. I don’t ever say his name anymore. I never spoke about what happened to anyone. No one knew about what happened except for Scott and I. To everyone else, he was here one day and gone the next. Scott told the pack that there was no point in looking for him because he didn’t want to be found.

He didn’t want anyone to find him. He left months ago and told Scott he never wanted to come back. It happened right after Allison died. He left that very same night. Something changed in him at that moment. Maybe because they had a previous relationship before we did. Maybe he still harbored those feelings the whole time.  It made me crazy even before he left. I was always weary about his feelings for Allison and now I know that I was right.

I fall back on my mattress and sigh. I can never go back to sleep after having him creeping in my dreams. The cold air blows through my window. I don’t remember opening it last night. That’s never a good sign.

My mind immediately goes to the Dread Doctors. They could come after me.  I could be their next victim. The thought sent chills down my back. From the corner of my eye I see movement from the corner of my room. Then bright yellow eyes shine through my dimly lit room.

I gasp and sit up. The eyes shift around and I meet the golden eyes, followed by a growl. The figure jumps out my open window before I can react. I’m frozen in my bed, unable to move through fear at the beast that was in my room, watching me.

The following night Scott and the rest of the pack needed to meet up at the high school for the plan to catch the Dread Doctors. They were coming for Hayden, we all knew that except for Liam.

“How can you let them go on like this?” I whisper to Scott. We stood feet away from Liam and Hayden cuddling on the ground of the locker room. “Look at them, Scott! Hayden only has so much time left before they come for her!”

“Keep it down, would you?” Scott whispers back. “Liam would never agree to bring her here if I told him.”

“Even so, you can’t just let this go on. They’ll come eventually and they’ll come right to her.”

“Don’t worry, they won’t take her.” Scott pauses and eyes me suspiciously. “Have you been okay, though? You’ve been acting weird all day. Did something happen?”

I didn’t tell Scott yet of my visitor from last night. He’s been stressful enough about the Dread Doctors and it still gives me chills thinking about the creature in my room. It was definitely a werewolf. It may have been a new werewolf, but nothing can explain why it was in my room and why it was watching me.

“Scott, there’s something I need to tell you-“ Just as I finish saying that, the lights begin flicking in the room. The low drone sound started soon after. Shit.

“We have to go now. (Y/N), you’re with me,” Scott says. I’m immediately pulled along into one of the long hallways of the school. “Don’t let your guard down.”

Almost as soon as he said that a figure is sliding down the hallway and into one of the classrooms with a loud crash. Scott and I immediately run towards the classroom.

“Malia? Is that you?” A groan comes from inside as Scott and I peak into the room. A hand shoves me forward and the low droning sound fills my ears. I tumble next to the figure as the door is shut behind us. I stumble as I get up and lunge for the door.

“Scott!” I call for him. I don’t get a response and I think about the worst. O\I struggle to open the door and bang against it multiple times in futile. The plan isn’t going to work. Liam and Hayden are in danger-

Another groan interrupts my thoughts. I turn around and freeze as my eyes lay on the figure slowly sitting up against the wall.

“So…what was that?” He looked up at me with his blue eyes. He runs his hand through his soft curly dirty blonde hair. My mouth goes dry and I slam my body back against the door.

“No. This isn’t real. It’s an illusion,” I mutter. “No. This isn’t real. This isn’t happening.” I kept repeating the same phrases over to myself and I begin to hyperventilate.

“(Y/N), calm down. It’s just me.” He gets up and slowly approaches me. I slide down the door and try to make myself as small as possible. “It’s me, (Y/N). Isaac.”

“No!” I scream. Tears begin to fall down my face. My hands move to cover my face to stay away from him in any way possible. “No! This is an illusion! This isn’t real! You’re not real! You’re not here!” I choke on my own tears and feel my heart ready to burst.

I feel his gentle grip wrap around my wrists and my breath hitches in the back of my throat, throwing me into a fit of coughs. He pulls my hands from my face and I shut my eyes before I can see him.

“(Y/N), please. Look at me, breathe.” I let out a shaky breath and my eyes slowly reopen. I meet amber set eyes and I gasp. They slowly turn back to their natural blue color.

“It was you,” I whisper. “You were in my room last night.”

“Yes.” My hand shakes as I reach up to cup his cheek in my hand. Isaac’s hand folds over mine, holding me to him.

“This isn’t real.”

“I’m here. I’m right here.” As if to prove his point, Isaac turns his face to kiss the palm of my hand. I snatch it away, feeling it burn my skin. He looks hurt at my sudden movement.

“Why are you here?” I ask. “You left. You wanted to leave. Why did you come back? Allison’s not here anymore. There’s no point for you to be here.” He bit his bottom lip in hesitation.

“(Y/N), sweetie, I-“

“Don’t call me that,” I snap, my eyes drifting down to the floor. He leans his forehead against mine. His other hand is drawing small circles on my wrist, calming me down. I hate that he can still have that control over me.

“I didn’t want to leave you. It wasn’t good for me to be around you at that time. I wasn’t mentally or emotionally stable to be with anyone, especially you. I didn’t want to hurt you. I did it for you, for us.”

“Are you kidding me?” I pull away from him completely. The anger started to boil more within me. “You ruined us, Isaac! You ruined everything! Instead of facing it and trying to work through it, you ran away! You didn’t even try. You gave up while it was still easy.” I stand up and pace away from him, but Isaac isn’t that far off.

“That isn’t fair! I didn’t choose to have a mental breakdown and almost kill Scott!” I stop in my tracks.

“What?” I can barely hear my own voice, but I know he can hear me. Isaac sighs.

“I know I ruined everything. I know, okay? But I didn’t want to leave, I promise. Just, let me explain.” He takes a deep breath and I anxiously wait for him to continue. “That night Allison died, I was already feeling myself breaking down mentally. I lost control of myself already and I needed to get away from you and I knew I needed time to myself before I came back. The next day I….I almost killed Scott. I went to him for help and I ended up losing control. I didn’t want to risk hurting you either. So I left and I took time to myself to figure out everything.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t want to hurt you and I broke a lot of promises that I made to you.” He gasps as he tries to focus more on his words. “I’m sorry that I failed you and that I disappointed you. But I’m back now and I just want to make things right for us. I know I screwed up massively, but I want this. I want you.”

Liam and I became best friends when he first came to Beacon Hills. We were both Freshmen at the time and along with Mason became a close knit trio of friends. I trusted Liam with everything; we just clicked together from the moment I caught him trying to open my locker because he mistook it for his. From then on we hung out almost everyday. I convinced him to join the lacrosse team, despite his hesitation because of his anger problems. I went to Mason always teased us for being ‘too cute’ or ‘flirting too much’. We would always laugh and assure him that we had a platonic friendship.

At least, that’s what we were. I thought we actually had something going on, something more than just being friends. I’ve denied them time and time again, but he always brought me in with his big blue eyes and adorable half smile. For some time I thought we were going to be something more. We planned a few nights where it would just be us sitting at his house playing video games or watching movies on the couch.

That started to change when Liam started hanging out with upperclassmen. He started hanging out with a few of the older guys on the lacrosse team. Actually he became really close with a group of them. He started drifting away from Mason and I towards the end of Freshmen year.

I had hope though that over the summer we could rekindle the possible relationship we had going on.

“Hey!” Even I could tell my face lit up at the sight of Liam. I hadn’t seen him in a few weeks.  “I was getting worried you weren’t going to show up.” He looked very uncomfortable and made no move to step inside my house.

“I’m sorry (Y/N). I can’t I-“ I cut him off with a sigh.

“Just go to your friends, Liam.” I go to close the door, but he stops me by placing his hand between the door and the frame. That’s another thing I noticed; Liam got a lot stronger in the past year. He was working out a lot more and got a lot more built because of lacrosse. He works out a lot afterschool with the upperclassmen now.

“I’m sorry, next week I promise!”  I roll my eyes and try to close the door again. “(Y/N) please you have to understand! It’s important this time!” I swing my door open, making Liam almost fall over.

“That’s exactly what you said last week Liam. Every weekend is important to spend with them. Summer is over. We start school Monday. I just wanted to spend one afternoon, not even one night with you. I hardly saw you all summer and you won’t even give me just a few hours to spend with you?” I shake my head in disgust. “Goodbye Liam, and don’t bother to come back.”

I slam the door on his face. I didn’t close it fast enough because I got a glimpse of his somber face.  I leaned against the closed door, hearing him sigh on the other side and his footsteps begin to walk farther away until I couldn’t hear them anymore.

I need to get my mind off of him, I think. Tonight my parents are both working shifts at the police station. It’s unusual they both are on duty, but they say it’s cause of the full moon. It makes people do crazy things, they say and suggest that I stay at home in fear of the strange things lurking around Beacon Hills lately.

Hours later I’m making my way home. Mason’s mom told me he had gone out for the night. I guess that means another Friday night at home alone.  Of course, even Mason goes out on Friday night and all my other friends are already out. I pause blocks from my house. Why should I be miserable at home alone? Who cares if Liam chose his new friends over me, I don’t need him.

I take a turn down the road and start to head down the dark road. I may not know where I’m going, but it’s better than just siting at home alone. I let my feet take me down the winding roads. I don’t pay attention to where I’m going and end up in front of Scott McCall’s house.

I sigh and begin to walk faster as I pass the seemingly empty house. What stopped me was the scream of agony that sounded from the home.  I waited and another scream came from the house. Only now it sounded more like…a roar? Something’s definitely not right.

I creep up to the house cautiously. I end up at the front step and ring the doorbell as another roar rings out. What the hell is going on in there? I wait a few minutes before ringing again.

The door swings open, revealing Stiles Stilinski, the sheriff’s son.

“Hey, what’s up,” he asks casually. His chest is heaving and hair is wild. Is that chains wrapped around his arm?

“Hi? Is everything okay in there?”

“Yeah of course, why?” he asks quickly. “Hey, I know you. You’re Liam’s friend!”

“Stiles!” I jump. “I need your help in here!”

“Sorry, can you hold on for a moment?” He doesn’t wait for a reply and runs up the stairs. Like hell I’m going to listen to him.  I follow right behind them and into an open door upstairs.

I’m met with Scott McCall holding Liam back and he’s tied with metal chains. Only he looked a lot different. He had hair sprouting from the sides of his face and fangs. The thing that stood out to me the most were his golden yellow eyes. What is going on?

“Liam?” I gasped.

“Stiles what is she doing here?” Liam growls. Beads of sweat form on his forehead.

“I told her to stay at the door,” Stiles says, throwing an annoyed glance over at me as he wraps more chains around Liam.

“What are you doing to him?” I walk over to try to help, but Scott wraps his arms around me to keep me away.

“You need to go now, (Y/N),” he says trying to stay calm.

“Not until someone tells me what is going on!” I protest. “Liam is this what you are? You’re a monster?”

“No!” Liam growls, making me jump back. His head is bowed and hunched down with the chains tying him down to the ground. “Please (Y/N) just leave! I don’t want you to see this!”

“Liam just tell her the truth!” Scott shouts, letting go of you suddenly. His eyes trails from me to Liam and back again. “Talk to him (Y/N).” I feel his hand gently push me towards Liam on the floor. Stiles looks hesitant, but steps out of the way.

“Liam?” His head snaps up towards me and I flinch at the sigh of his golden eyes and fangs. I take a tentative step towards him. “What’s going on?”

“Please (Y/N), I don’t want you to see me like this, I don’t want to hurt you!.” I see a tear escape from the corner of his eye and from then I can see the real Liam inside him. He’s the sweet boy who I’m so infatuated with and whom I hate to see in pain. I take a confident step towards him. “I love you too much to see you hurt, please. You can’t come any closer!”

He tries to scurry back farther away from me, and it hurts me to see him like that. So afraid of himself. He’s still heaving and I can see more clearly that he also has long claws protruding from his hands. I ignore the fact that he said love and take another step closer.

“I’m not scared of you Liam. Whatever this is that you are, I know it’s not really you.” Another step. “I know you Liam. I know that you wouldn’t hurt me; you’d never hurt me or anyone on purpose.” Another step. “You have such a kind and huge heart that even though you have anger problems, I know you’d never want to hurt another person.”  Another step. I’m right in front of him now and my hand is shaking as it goes to cup his cheek. “And to me, you aren’t a monster.”

His breaths get less and less shallow and I watch before me as his face turns back to normal. His eyes slowly change back to their natural blue color. His body begins to tip forward and I go down on my knees to catch him in time to fall into my body. Looking down, I caress his soft hair as his calm breaths tickle my neck. Liam, my Liam.

Footsteps come up behind me and I turn to see Stiles and Scott.

“Thank you,” Scott sighs. Stiles has his arms crossed over his chest. I can tell he doesn’t like me, or maybe this situation that they’ve put me in.