It had been 3 months.
3 months since Kate disappeared.
3 months since Liam saved Scott from himself.
3 months since we last saw Derek after he completed his transformation into a complete wolf.
We had no warning as to where he went when he hopped in the car with Braeden and drove god knows where.
Since then, Lydia has been meeting with Meredith to hone her banshee abilities, Liam had left Beacon Hills with his family and Isaac had returned claiming to need to be closer to his pack after mourning Allison for too long.
Kira had also returned from her vacation in New York with her family, much to the elation of Scott.
Believe it or not these were the highlights of the last 3 months with nothing else happening…AT ALL.
Seriously this was Beacon Hills and the most exciting thing to happen was us finally figuring out that Parrish was some dog from hell who constantly lit himself on fire.
I miss the murder and the thrill of being chased of people who only wanted to tear me to pieces. Even my dad was bored going back to regular crimes without supernatural components to them.
Honestly, when the most exciting town in the entire world has regular murders and crimes you just know that everything is going to hell, especially when a hound from hell shows up.
But I was bored to say the least. My ADD was acting up off the charts and I was annoying the hell out of everyone with my constant jitteriness.
I was just waiting for the day when someone would turn up dead covered in claw marks and things would finally go back to normal for us. Well, the new normal.
It was only recently that Lydia started getting these feelings that something horrible was about to happen. No matter how hard she tried to concentrate she could never see who, but she could tell that soon…someone is going to die.