Hello everyone! This is the sequel to The Gloaming!

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Without further ado, I present the first chapter of The Awakening.


Summer nights in the quaint town of Beacon Hills had grown to become warm and sticky. It was late at night, in the middle of the week, in the center of Beacon Hills. Only one place remained open at such a time, the Round O'clock Diner, the only 24 hour service in the town aside from the gas stations. Teenagers tended to flock here in hoards. The food wasn't too shabby, especially their curly fries and milkshakes. It was something for them all to do, a place to congregate, and their air conditioning was always running. They were thankful for that during these heat waves.

It had a been a few months since they had freed Jackson from his curse. Summer was starting to wind down, Scott and Stiles would find themselves back to school in a week. The two boys sat in the retro red vinyl booths, next to a lifesize model of Dean Martin holding a large pizza. The decor here was borderline tacky, but charming all the same. Scott had his orange SAT textbook open, lips moving while silently sounding out terminologies.

Stiles dipped his french fries into his vanilla milkshake, looking around at their other fellow students. "You know this has been the most boring, safest, least life threatening few months ever….Let's hope it stays that way."

Scott lifted his eyes from the SAT book, giving his best friend a smile and a nod. "I'll drink to that." He nodded to his Oreo milkshake.

Stiles leaned in, pushing his straw around his Vanilla shake, sloshing it around to thin the consistency. "Are you sure about that? You always lose this game."

'ONETWOTHREE GO!" Scott counted off without warning!

They both went to sipping their milkshakes, trying to see who could consume the most before getting a brain freeze. Scott was in the lead, but he always went for hare method rather than the tortoise. His dark eyes shot wide and he yanked out of the race, head reclining against the booth, and hands flying to the side of his head. Stiles had this in the bag, passing Scott with ease.

"Aw fuck!" Scott cringing, shivering upon the cold blasting his cranium.

Stiles shook his head. "You always go too fast, man. And the trick is to stick your tongue to the roof of your tongue."

"Whatever." Scott, the sore loser, groaned.

"I hope it stays boring like this forever. Milkshake competitions being our only excitement." Stiles said with a triumphant smile before going back to his fries.

And it truly was boring, the summer consisted of Scott coming over, the two of them playing Call of Duty until the sun rose, and killing time at the local mall. Night after night Stiles would intercept his father's radio and listen for something serious, but nothing really sparked his interest. It seemed as though the supernatural were taking a break from wreaking havoc on Beacon Hills.

"No more crazy homicidal lizards, no vengeful hunters, or girlfriends to deal with." Stiles let out a snort of laughter."

Scott didn't reciprocate the laughter, or smile, moving into a more solemn place. Stiles could tell his best friend missed Allison. He could read Scott like a book, the same way Scott could read him.

"You want to know how Nikita is, don't you…"

The last time Stiles had spoken to Nikita was the night of the last game, where he had yelled at her to butt out. He had poured his feelings out for her, confessing how much he cared for her, but in the process of being overly emotional and far too passionate, he had scared her away.

Lots of things had changed since then, Scott's mother married Walter Grace in a tiny intimate wedding and they were all living happily under one massive roof. Scott and Allison had broken up the night of Gerard's defeat, Allison having much to grieve and figure out. Derek and Isaac had been busy doing whatever once wanted fugitives do, and Stiles was sort of seeing another girl. After a few months he decided to kill his loneliness. After five minutes on a dating site, a gorgeous girl found him!

"Nope, I definitely didn't say that." Stiles said just before placing his mouth on the straw of his milkshake.

Scott was far from bought. "Yeah, except your pulse is telling me something different."

"Stop listening to my pulse! Dude! that's just creepy!" Stiles throwing a small handful of fries at Scott, who attempted to catch them with his mouth and failed.

"Well, she's doing a lot better now. She's never asked me once about secrets or Derek or...you."

Stiles let out a sigh, allowing his chin to rest on his hand. "I'm not sure how that makes me feel. I guess I'm happy for her." He was gutted. Hoping he had some importance in her life, she did after all live with his best friend. Maybe he had truly traumatized her to the point where she wanted nothing to do with him.

"She's still on vacation, she's been gone for the entire month actually. Somewhere with the Jones family and their summer home?" Scott went on, clearly not noticing his friend's irritation, or just simply not caring. The more he kept talking, the further Stiles' face would sink into his hands.

"That's...nice...Scott." Stiles muttered, hating that she was spending more time with Jonesy, even when he didn't have a say in this, he never did.

But even that didn't stop Scott, he was getting a sort of pleasure out of this, or maybe excited that Nikita was doing better than ever.

"I don't blame her for hanging out with them all the time, they are so cool. I mean Jonesy is the chillest person ever, he's talking me into getting a motorcycle. Olivia bakes the best cupcakes and cookies, Alex is...Possibly a sadist but he's cool I guess, and Brody-"

Stiles finally came up for air to bark at his friend. 'Yeah! I get it, you love the Jones family, how about you ask them to adopt you already?" Stiles' right eye was twitching with annoyance.

Scott gave him that sad smile, wanting to feel for Stiles, but he simply couldn't. "I get it, you miss her. You're not over her." His friendly smile falling. "I miss Allison too."

Stiles shook his head, Scott was mistaking him. "I don't miss Niki, I have moved on and found myself someone else." Stiles fished in his pocket, pulled out his cell phone, and showed his home screen to Scott. It was a picture of a girl with coppery ringlets and striking cobalt eyes blowing a kiss to the camera, wearing Stiles' jersey.

Scott's hand was quick to grab the phone, examining with a look of horror and confusion on his face. How did Stiles land a girl so hot?

He answered Scott before the Beta could even ask. "Nicole is her name, met her online. See? That's what you need to do. Move on. I'm so moved on, the next time I see Nikita I won't feel a thing."

Scott ran his fingers through his thick dark hair as he flipped through his SAT book, bringing his attention back there. "I did, I haven't called Allison all summer; and that's something. I feel... I feel….Appeased." He felt proud of himself for using a big word. Nodding his head to agree with himself.

Stiles' attention turned to the door to see both Lydia and Allison walking into the diner, and now he was wearing a smile smug. Perfect for him to get back at Scott for tormenting him.

"So if uh, she were standing here, right now, you would be fine?" Stiles trying to hide the smile in his voice.

The Beta's eyes lifted off his SAT book to narrowed on him, Scott tilted his head and shot Stiles an inquisitive stare. "Yeah...Why?"

Stiles' shoulders quickly rose and fell, still trying to keep a straight face. "Oh no reason." Then he used his hollow hands to amplify his voice. "HEY ALLISON!" He shouted getting her attention.

Scott's eyes flew wide, next thing Stiles knew Scott had slid under the table to hide away from Allison, leaving Stiles sitting alone.

Allison and Lydia had seen Stiles, and awkwardly, hesitantly, started making their way towards him. Neither girl wanted to approach Stiles, he was Nikita's ex, and Scott's best friend, putting him on their shit list. And now he looked like an idiot sitting at a four person booth by himself.

"Dude." Stiles whispered. "Don't leave me up here by myself, I look so dumb."

"Maybe it's because you ARE dumb!" Scott's angry whispers coming from beneath the table. "I don't want to be here right now!"

Stiles awkwardly put his chin on his hand when they approached him, forcing himself to look casual. "Hi there ladies." He said while blinking rapidly... His terrible habit when trying to cover something up. Acting casual was never his forte, and now the girls were looking at him like they wanted to get far away. He seemed to have that effect on people.

Lydia's nose scrunched at the sight of him, like he were some sort of street urchin. "Are you eating alone?" Her bubble gum pink glossed lips pursed together while she looked to the SAT book and the oreo milkshake across from Stiles.

Stiles wiped his grease and salt covered fingers over his jeans and let out a scoff while looking around "Am I eating by myself?" Stiles repeated and half mumbled, almost offended by the question, until he remembered Scott hiding under the table "...Yeah I guess I sort of am."

However, Stiles wasn't going to let Scott off that easy, no, he was going to enjoy this. "You two should join me!"

Suddenly that didn't seem too good of an idea, Stiles swallowed thickly upon feeling Scott's elongated razor sharp claws graze across his ankles, a clear warning from the werewolf hiding under the table. What was Scott going to do? Shave Stiles' leg hairs under there?

"uhh... I'm just kidding, there's no room here…in this current booth…made for four people." He tried to flash a smile but he was fairly certain he came off looking like a twitching lunatic showing too much gum.

Clearly fed up with his spastic like ways, Lydia shot him a plastic smile. Stiles was still convinced Lydia still held disdain over him, after dumping Nikita. "Whatever see you later." She turned flipping her hair. While Allison lingered a few seconds longer.

Allison looked radiant as always, but Stiles could see she was worn out. It must have been a rough summer for her, with the death of her mother, her grandfather taking advantage of her vulnerability and nearly killing her. Stiles felt awful for her, yet somehow Allison Argent always managed to keep her head held high.

"Maybe another time?" Her smile warm, friendly, even hopeful.

Stiles returned the smile and nodded "Yeah, sure!"

She finally walked away to join Lydia at the front counter where the two of them put in their order. Stiles looked down at the table to see two dark brown eyes staring back at him.

"Is she gone?" Scott mouthed.

Stiles looked down to his friend and instantly felt crushed. Scott was literally under a table, hiding from a girl he once loved. He hated seeing his friend like this, still hung up on a girl when he should have been moving on, playing the field. Stiles nodded, took pity on Scott, and passed his best friend a few curly fries from under the table, a peace offering of sorts.

"Yeah dude, i'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that."

Although Scott took the curly fries, he was skeptical and remained under the table like some diner troll. A werewolf who was capable of combat and ass kicking, deciding it was safer to hide under a table. Stiles rested his chin on his hand and let out a sigh. He stuffed curly fries into his mouth as he looked through his texts. Stiles' eyes lit up as he received a text from one of his childhood friends, Heather. "Can't wait to see you at my birthday, I miss you ;) "

Stiles passed his phone to Scott to show off the text message "You see that wink face?" He said with pride "That totally means she's down to bone."

"I don't care!" Scott lamented from under the table.

Just then a gentle breeze came in when the diner door opened. It brushed the back of Stiles' neck, he didn't think much of it, his attention trained on the text Heather sent. Whatever garnered him to turn around, he could never be too sure. But he did.

And he saw her.

She wore a light blue top with red shorts that showed off her long tan athletic legs. Her hair, darker than mocha had been chopped so that it fell just past her shoulders rather than cascading down to her waist. She was lean with a runner's physique. The soft curves of her body were hypnotic to look at, it must have been the sways of her hip when she walked in. She looked healthy, her cheeks round and high when they were once sunken in, her body looking fuller rather than frail. Stiles stared wide eyed and wide mouthed, completely enchanted by her, how she casted her spell on him so effortlessly? That too was added to the list of things he wasn't sure about; but damn he was captivated.

All Stiles wanted was for her to turn around so he could get a good glimpse at her face. As if on cue she turned to look over her shoulder, green mossy eyes sparkled with delight, on her right cheek rested an adorable single dimple.

Stiles almost choked on his curly fries, like Scott he sunk below the table. Scott's lips parted to form a sentence, wanting to know why he was under the albe with him, but Stiles wouldn't allow it.

"You said she was on vacation!" Stiles hissed under his breath.

The Beta's face went from confusion to absolute amusement as he figured out who Stiles was talking about.

Nikita.

Slowly and stealthily Stiles peered over the booth to get a good look at her. Scott was right, she did look different. She was radiant, her skin glowing with a healthy tan. She exuded happiness, and a confidence that made her so damn attractive. In fact she looked more beautiful than the first time he had seen her. Stiles sunk back under the table to join Scott, unsure of how to feel now. Seeing her again brought back a rush of unforgotten feelings.

Scott shot him a shit eating grin, his eyebrows wagged up and down. Very much enjoying this.

"What happened to you being so moved on?"


- Isaac's POV-

"Watching Shark Week makes me really happy that we're far from the ocean." Isaac completely submerged into the T.V program, enthralled to the point where he was sitting on the edge of his seat.

Isaac had found his rear glued into his seat, sith one hand resting comfortably in a bag of chips, the other on the remote. The Alpha ignored him as he moved more boxes into the living room of the new apartment. Derek had finally found a place suitable enough to live in, a large three bedroom apartment. It was cold, industrial, and for the most part minimal, but to Isaac and Derek it was already home. Much better than the squalor they were living in before, it made Isaac happy, so it made Derek happy.

The Beta jumped out of his seat and onto his feet, and then let out a chuckle. "Damn that shark bit his arm off clean! You think a werewolf can take down a great white?"

His Alpha looked over his shoulder as he carried in more boxes "I don't know, let's put you in a tank and find out." For a second Isaac saw a muscle twitch in Derek's cheek. Derek was….smiling.

He let out a stiff chuckle, Derek was trying to be funny, terrifying, but funny.

Isaac seemed to have a better idea "How about we test it out with Peter first?"

Derek let out a hearty laugh, something that was quite rare for Isaac to hear. Isaac couldn't help but to beam with pride, it was nice to hear Derek laugh, it wasn't often he heard that sound. That joy and pride soon vanished when his Alpha gave him a chore.

"How about you stop asking me questions and make yourself useful? Put away the rest of the boxes, I'm going to go shower." Derek dismissed himself and left Isaac to do the rest of the work.

Letting out an annoyed grunt he walked outside into the hall and spotted a pyramid of boxes. How was it possible for a drifter and part time loner such as Derek Hale to have so many possessions!? He let out a groan but picked up a large box anyways. Derek deserved to have a short break, and it was the least Isaac could do after Derek let him in his home.

Isaac straightened his back and locked eyes with the deepest of voids. Two near midnight eyes peered back at him, gorgeous, dangerous eyes. A woman stood at the end of the hall, her hair long and wavy, artificially blonde, but it looked fitting on her, contrasting with her dark sunkissed skin. She was moonfaced, high round cheeks with delicate freckles across her features. She was staring at Isaac with an unmistakable air of hunger and want. The smell of sweet arousal hung heavily in the air, Isaac inhaled the heavy candied scent mixed with her crisp fruity scented shampoo, and found his heart rate picking up.

He couldn't help but to stare, like a dog salivating over a piece of meat. With red matte lips pulled into a coy smile she curled her finger and gave him a come hither motion.

Isaac did a double take, checking over his shoulder to make sure Derek wasn't standing there instead.

Isaac turned around to see that she had disappeared! He could hear footsteps running down the stair well, it had to be her. A large smile spread across his face, how he loved the chase! The box fell from Isaac's grip, old books spilled out from the cardboard box. But Isaac didn't care, she wanted him, and he wanted her even more. Like a gleeful puppy he took off to go chase her.

The Beta bolted down the hall and almost ripped open the door to the stair well, he could hear her quick footsteps spiraling down below, hitting the carpeted steps like a machine gun. She was fast! From the top of the seventh floor Isaac ran down the steps. His heart was a kick drum in his chest, ramming with excitement. A feeling of euphoria flowed freely within him, he even let out a chuckle, this was the most fun he's had in a while!

He was following her infectious giggles and sweet smell of her shampoo; a distinct and heavenly trail leading directly to her. Her giggling had stopped and so did her rapid footsteps, Isaac poked his head from the top of the third story stairwell to see her walking towards the basement door. She looked up at him with a devious smile and tugged her shirt down, revealing the top of her black lace bra, pushing her breasts together and shimmying her shoulders side to side playfully for Isaac to see.. Isaac's knuckles went white as his fingers wrapped tight around the banister, any tighter and it would break. He then pulled away to gently bite down on his fist, trying to reel in his overactive hormones, which was skyrocketing like a geyser! He had never been with another woman, ever, he had to take this opportunity!

She then pulled her shirt up, covering her bra, and let a shrug with a slink of her shoulders. A small pout took to her features, non-verbally insisting Isaac wasn't interested, otherwise he would have taken action by now. She turned her attention back to the basement door.

As she turned to open the basement door Isaac jumped from the third floor and swiftly landed just behind her. In two quick strides he shut the door before she could open it all the way and turned her around to face him. Her bedroom eyes glinted with amusement; she was clearly impressed by his show of strength and dexterity. She must have been since her fingers dug into Isaac's chest and bunched up his shirt. He could feel her nails scratching at the surface of his skin as she pulled him in close.

Being in this intimate proximity made his senses even stronger, he could smell her past the fruity shampoo. Now he was picking up on woodland pines, something akin to wet fur. She was a werewolf just like him.

"Who are you?" He asked.

They looked at each other, panting, wanting, needing. Their sexual tension pulsating beneath both their skins like it were a livable tangible thing. She took charge by pulling him in by his shirt. Her lips went straight for the shell of his ear. Isaac's eyes widened in delight, this sensation was new to him, in fact any sexual sensation was new to him. Her teeth nibbled down on the soft flesh and Isaac let out something awkward that sounded like a choking cry and a high pitched giggle. It tickled, but it raised all the hairs on his body.

Suddenly his wild animal urge took over as he found himself ripping the front of her shirt open, tearing the V-Neck down to her toned stomach. Her lace covered breasts hung out. Isaac wasn't exactly sure what to do from here so he grabbed both of them, gently, like he were grabbing onto floaties. Her body language was telling him whatever he was doing, was right. She wrapped a leg around his waist. He could feel his groin rubbing against her pelvis; Isaac was going crazy, aching for her. Her full lips peppered kisses along his neck, licking and sucking at the crook of his neck.

"Oh. My. God. Who are you?" Isaac talking between both their moans.

He squeezed his eyes shut to remove one of his stronger senses, this would only intensify everything he was feeling. Intensify the feeling of her soft body pressed against his, intensify the feeling of her soft fingers dancing beneath his shirt to descend to the waistband of his jeans.

A slight breeze brushed against his face. Isaac opened his eyes to see that she was gone, the basement door had opened and shut.

"Damn tease." He mumbled, but even still Isaac couldn't help but to smile.

Licking the taste of her waxy lipstick off his lips he opened the door and walked into the dark dusty basement of the apartment complex.

"Ridiculously hot ambiguously ethnic werewolf girl, where are you?" He called out, having to blink several times so that his werewolf eyes could adjust to the dark.

He heard her laughter in the center of the room so he followed her there. Being a werewolf helped him adjust in the dark, but for whatever reason he felt off his equilibrium. All of Isaac's senses seemed to be on overload, like they had gone haywire. Dozens of different scents seemed to overpower him; the basement was, after all, where people kept their storage and belongings. Isaac walked straight into a thin chain, hanging from the ceiling. He pulled it down for a single bare bulb to light up the basement. There she was, standing before him with her dazzling smile.

With a flick of her finger she sent the bulb swinging back and forth between them. The shadows played across the walls, they distorted the contours of her face. The shadows around them went back and forth with the swing of the bulb. Then he noticed more human looking shadows falling upon him.

She gave him a playful little wink and yanked the chain so the bare bulb went out again.

That's when it happened, the giggling. He first heard a giggle to his left, then to his right. Isaac's head whipped side to side as more giggling chimed in.

They were not alone.

One by one, from behind the stacks of boxes they arrived with their eyes shining like sapphires.

Twelve she-wolves circled him like sharks, their lips pulled back in snarls to show their pointed teeth.

Isaac's own lips pulled back to show his elongated canines as well, his eyes burning a molten gold, claws out and ready.

She had lured him straight into a trap. He had been so distracted by his primal urges and lust that he had been blinded to her deceit. She had manipulated him with ease by wrapping him around her fingers, getting him to submit to the wolf inside and turn blind to the logical human side.

Isaac's eyes shot wide as a pair of fiery claws sunk and twisted into his back, they had closed in on him! Isaac's claws thrashed through the air, to strike another to his side. He was simply outnumbered. One had grabbed his wrist which belonged to the hand he intended on striking them with, her grip was vice and firm. Isaac thrashed out with his free hand, trying to get them to stay away from him. He didn't want to give up, but a sharp pair of claws sliced through his shoulder blades like a hot knife, tearing through muscles and tendons, like they had intended on ripping both his arms completely. Isaac's head cocked back to the heavens as a guttural scream ripped out of his throat. They were butchering him, breaking him down. His strength was already fleeing him. Isaac seemed to be slipping back into darker more familiar times when his father was still alive.

His captors let go of him, Isaac fell to the floor and immediately curled into a feeble ball, making himself as small as possible. "Please! Don't!" He cried out as they took turns kicking him. A kick in the ribs, a claw against his face, another tearing at his back. He was in a world of pain. And there was nothing he could do about it.

"PLEASE!" Isaac cried out!

Claws dug into his gut, a punch struck against the side of his face. Isaac could feel the warm trickle of blood roll down his face and over the ridge of his eye brows. It stung as it met the tears in his eyes, but not as much as the feeling of multiple claws tearing at his chest.

Isaac was going to die right here. In this dark dusty basement all by himself. He was sure of it.

Finally a boot belonging to his mystery girl smashed into his face. The sickening crunch of his nose breaking echoed in the desolate room, he could feel the spray of blood saturating through his shirt. They were like aggressive dogs with a chew toy, brutally abusing him until he broke. The Beta was wheezing, hardly able to breathe through his nose. Isaac tried to get up, but the boot belonging to the mystery girl pushed him back down like he was vermin.

"Tomoko!" A voice belonging to a man barked out. "That's enough!" His accent thick and heavy.

The lights turned on, black dots danced behind Isaac's eyes as he adjusted to the harsh brightness. Isaac was barely able to lift his head when he saw black leather men's designer shoes before him.

He looked up from the ground to see a middle aged man seated above him in a plastic patio chair. He studied Isaac's beaten body with his desaturated grey eyes. He was a very clean cut man with greased back thick light blonde hair, generously peppered grey on the sides. His face thin with gaunt hollowed skeletor cheeks, a curious dimple at his chin. He was dressed in a tailored cream colored suit with a cobalt blue ascot around his neck. The man looked like he had stepped out of a GQ photo shoot.

The stranger smiled kindly at Isaac, as though nothing had happened. "I apologize for my girls, traveling makes them so restless." He said in his thick Eastern European accent.

One by one his Betas joined his side, each one was a woman of different age, and ethnicity, all of whom looked like Supermodels straight from the magazines. There were twelve of them, six standing on either side of him like stoic soldiers. The girl Isaac had made out with earlier, Tomako, was standing directly behind the man with her hands gently rested on his shoulders. She must have been his second in command or thought herself to be important.

"My beautiful She-Wolves. They look like delicate flowers, don't they?" the man let out a laugh, turning around to admire his collection of trophies.

Isaac finally found the strength to stand so he didn't have to feel like a peasant kneeling before a king. His hand wrapped around the gash on his side. He could feel blood seeping through the cracks of his fingers like silk ribbons. The sound of his humerus bone grinding against his shoulder socket raked in his ears, his other arm dislocated.

"Who are you?" He croaked out. Isaac hoped that was the last time he would ask that question today. Feeling embarrassed that there were actual tears on his face.

The man stood up and took a few steps to the injured Beta. His eyes flickering with elation as an unsettling sinister smile tugged at his lips. "How rude of me, please let me introduce myself."

Isaac swallowed thickly and took a step back to cower in fear. The grey eyes that stared back at him suddenly turned a blood red. The She-wolves began to spread out to drag Isaac back into a relentless storm of pain yet again.


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