So, here is a surprise update! I have a shit ton of good things going for me right now so I thought I would treat you guys. A possible job promotion, a possible new room mate, and you guys! Everyone who leaves a kudos or a comment fuels my drive to complete this fic series. I have started many stories, but never seen any of them through to the end. But I know I will finish this one and not leave you guys hanging any longer than the normal few days between updates.
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The drive to the Argents is pretty quiet. Gerard is in the front seat and three of his Hunters are in the car too. One driving, and two on either side of me. My heart is racing, but I don't send anything but calm through the bond. The last thing I need is Derek to come in here fully wolfed out. Isaac is going to need him to deal with Jackson. I don't know what went down, but I am sure that those two will be okay. Once we reach the house, I can feel Erica and Boyd much stronger. They are close. Probably in the house too. I am thrown down the stairs and I hear a whimper. When I get the lights on I see Erica and Boyd are chained up to the ceiling. There are wires taped to them. It is sending electrical currents down through their bodies. I walk over with my finger up to my mouth. I keep sending calm thoughts too them and I try to undo the bindings, but I get shocked. And have to pull away.
"They were trying to warn you. It's electrified."
"What are you doing with them?"
"At the moment , just keeping them comfortable. There's no point in torturing them, they won't give Derek up. The instinct to protect their Alpha's too strong."
"Okay." I have to think my way out of this. I don't know how, but I need to know what he wants. "So what are you doing with me? Because they can find me. Scott knows my scent. It's pungent, you know? It's more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried at the bottom of a sewer covered in fecal matter and urine." I know Derek can find me, and it has nothing to do with my scent. I just hope he doesn't try. I am trying to not give anything away.
"You have a knack for creating a vivid picture, Mr. Stilinski. Let me paint one of my own. Derek hale finds his True Mate bloodied and beaten to a pulp. How does that sound?"
"True Mate? What is that?"
"You don't know. I thought you were the brains of this operation. A True Alpha, with a True Mate. It is unbelievably rare. And I am going to have that power for myself. How does that sound?" It sounds like I need to do more research when I get out of here.
"I think I might prefer more of a still life or a landscape, you know? What are you Ninety? Look I can probably kick your ass up and down this room." Then he backhands me and I am on the floor. He is feeding off the Kanima. Damn it! "Okay, wait, wait, wait." Then he punches me in the face. And he keeps beating me until I am unconscious. I try to keep myself calm, and not send out any distressing feelings. He has to stay focused. He wants me to be a message. Well I will give it to him when I am good and ready. Not a moment before.
When I come around, I smell something really strong. And Chris is hovering over me with Allison and Lydia behind him. Erica and Boyd are free and healing. I sit up with Chris's help. Erica and Boyd come over and Chris backs off. They are sniffing me and whimpering, and crouched over me protectively. I put a hand on each of them and the calm down. "Why are you helping us?"
"My family has been doing this for a long time. Long enough to learn things, like how a certain level of electric current can keep a wolf from transforming. At another level, it stops the healing. A few amps higher and they lose their heightened strength. And that kind of science makes you wonder where the line of the natural and the supernatural exists. It's when lines like that blur… You sometimes find yourself surprised by which side you end up on."
"So you are going to help us now? Why should we trust you?"
"You should trust me, because through all of this, I haven't hurt any of you. I have kept up appearances, just like my daughter has, but I haven't said a word."
"But you didn't help either. You did nothing. That is almost worse."
"I know. But I am acting now. And we need to stop Gerard. I don't know what he has planned, but it isn't over yet."
"I know what he wants. He wants the bite." Allison gasps and Chris doesn't look too surprised. "You don't look shocked by that."
"I'm not. He has cancer. He is dying. The bite would cure him of it."
"That is so twisted. He has been hunting like his whole life right? And now because he is dying he wants the bite. He wants to become what he despises." The fury rolls off of me. I can tell it is affecting the Betas but this is good. I need them to be ready. "We have to stop this. Now."
Allison's phone goes off, and she looks up at me. "Stiles, they are still looking for you. Your dad is really worried."
"Damn it! I need my phone." Chris hands it over and I call Isaac. It picks up after the first ring.
"Oh thank God! Are you alright?"
"Yes, I'm fine. Is Derek there?"
"No, he is with Peter, they are looking over Peter's laptop. He has something like the bestiary on it. I am with Scott though. We are at the hospital. Jackson killed himself, but he isn't really dead. He is making this cocoon around himself out of his venom, or goo, or whatever the hell you want to call it." Damn it. I know what that means. This is not good. "Scott has Derek on the phone, they just figured out what going on. It's bad. We have to get him out of here."
"Okay, I am bringing reinforcements. We will meet you in the hospital parking lot." I hang up. And stand. My legs are a little shaky at first but then the adrenaline gets pumping and I find some strength. We have to go, now. Jackson isn't dead. He is, for a lack of a better term, evolving. We need to take care of this now." I turn to Lydia. " Lyds, remember how I said to keep loving him." She nods. "Well this is your moment to save the day. Just keep loving him. You'll know what to do." She nods. "Good. Now we have to get the hospital. Probably should split up. Chris can you go there, and help the guys?" He nods. "Great, Allison, I need you to take me back to my jeep at the school. Then we will meet up with the others. You should probably arm yourselves; I think we are going to have a fight on our hands before this is solved. And so far, all of my feelings have been right." She nods as well. "Well let's get this show on the road people. The crowd won't wait forever."
We leave and once I get my jeep I text Derek to see where they are meeting up. I tell Erica and Boyd to go with Allison. And ask Lydia to come with me. I have to go and see my dad before all of this goes down. I have to let him know that I am okay. Or see him for the last time, if this all goes south. Lydia gets it. And since we are the two that will get in the way the most, I have to take her with me. There is this weird clock running in my head, and I know how much time I have before we are needed. And I have enough time for this. They don't argue. They all just keep doing what I am saying. I don't know why, but I am glad.
We get to my house and I ask Lydia to wait in the car. I go in and my dad is there, in my room. He is talking to himself. "Come on Stiles where the hell are you?"
"Right here." He comes over and sees the bruises on my face. "It's okay. Dad, it's okay."
"Who did it?"
"It's okay. I just got jumped. I started mouthing off. It's no big deal." That is the truth, if not a stretch of it.
"Who was it?"
"Dad, I don't know? I didn't even see them, really."
"I want diescriptions."
"Dad, come on. It's not even that bad."
"I am going to find whoever it is that did this to you and I am going pistol whip them-"
"Dad! I said I was okay."
"God." He pulls me in for a tight hug. My ribs start to ache where Gerard kicked me. He must have continued beating me even after I was unconscious. And I just keep hugging him I don't let him go. Lydia comes up and checks on us. I guess she thought I would be out sooner. She is just as anxious as I am to get there and help. But we still have time. Dad sees her too, but doesn't say anything. She just goes back down stairs. Dad lets me go and I go and take off my jersey. I wince a little at the tightness that pulls across my chest. Dad leaves the room but stands in the hall as I change. When he comes back in I am sitting on my bed, and he comes over to join me. "She's still waiting for you downstairs."
"Yeah."
"So, is there… anything there?"
"No, she's in love with someone else. And so am I." The last part comes out quietly. He looks at me questioningly. "I'll tell you later. It's complicated." I rest my head in my hands.
"Uh-huh. Listen I know that getting beaten up, and with what happened to Jackson, has gotten you pretty shaken. But be happy about one thing." I look over at him "The game. You were amazing." I think it's the first time I even crack a smile since the game. It is small, but I know he sees it.
"Thanks, Dad."
"No, I mean it. Look it was pretty much over. And then you got the ball and you started running. You scored, and the tide just turned. And you scored again and again." I scoff. I don't have the energy to laugh. "You weren't just the MVP of the game. You were a hero."
"No, I'm not a hero, Dad."
"You were tonight." He gets up and slaps me on the back, and walks out of the room. I'm not a hero. But I am needed. And the time on the clock is winding down. Lydia comes up and I look at her. She nods and we know that it is time to go. I grab the mountain ash that I picked up from the rave that night. We might need it.
The ride there is a quick one. I can feel pain coming through the bond of all of them. I don't know what is going on, but they are losing. Then Derek is sending nothing but rage and I am griping the steering wheel harder and harder. Lydia places a hand on my arm and somehow that pulls some of the rage away from me. Her hand tightens and I can tell she is getting angry. What the hell is going on? Then the rage is gone and shock is in its place. But I have no time to comprehend that. I ram my jeep through one of the walls and when the debris clears I see the Kanima. I have to hit him in order to give us enough time. So I go full throttle and slam into him, then slam on the breaks brining us to a stop. "Did I hit him?" I did, but then he is on the hood of my jeep. And Lydia screams. So do I for that matter and we both get out as fast as we can. She stands in front of him, and hold up the key to his house. He starts to come out of it. He is turning more human. He is in more control. "Derek, now. Do it now!" He howls. This is a pack howl. I can feel it up my spine. The others join in, and so do I. This is a call to the wolf in Jackson. With Lydia's love and the whole pack being there it is causing the shift. The shift from Kanima, to Werewolf. He sinks to his knees and Lydia stays with him.
"Do you… Do you still." He is barely able to speak the words.
"I do. I do still love you. I do, I do still love you. I do." She is crying and it looks like Jackson is dying. Essentially he is. The Kanima had to be purged from his system. And the only way to do that is through death. I nod to Derek and walk forward with him. Once I am knelt down next to Lydia I put a hand on her shoulder. She is holding him and his back is bare. Derek is on the other side of him. "Remember what I said has to happen in order for him to come back. Derek is doing this to help him. Not hurt him." She nods and keeps her face in Jackson's hair. I look to Derek, and he looks solemnly back at me. Then he sinks his claws into Jackson's back, killing him. His breath goes out. And as she lays him down on the floor, the last parts of him revert to his human side.
It takes a few minutes and Lydia has her head buried in my shoulder. Derek is standing over us, ready just in case he is out of control. Then Jackson's eyes open, and they are crystal blue. Just like I thought they would be. He slowly stands up and I rise with Lydia still in my arms. As he reaches his full height he lets his head back and roars. His wolf recedes and Lydia rushes into his arms.
A small giggle makes its way out of my throat, and I can hear the other wolves, sans Scott, making similar noises. I turn to Derek and pull him in for a searing kiss. That does get Scott to make a noise. But I don't care. We saved Jackson and no one had to die to do it. Well okay he had to die, but then, not really. Derek returns the kiss with equal force. And I pull back with a smile on my face. Then I race to my trunk and pull out some clothes. I seem to be using them a lot lately. Maybe I should start carrying some for everyone. I go back around and hand them to Jackson who hastily put them on and then surprises all of us by pulling me into a hug. I am shocked at first, but then I can feel the bond. To him and even Peter. Derek accepted him into the pack. I am not really too surprised. It doesn't take long for me to hug him back and then Derek is behind me and the rest of the pack is there. Lydia, and Allison included. Tethers go out to them as well. Pack. It resounds in my head. Derek is rubbing my arm and I know he can see the bruises, but he isn't asking right now, and for that I am contented. I will tell him later.
I see Scott standing off to the side looking obviously uncomfortable. But I don't even care. I am so centered on this moment. Right now. Family. This isn't just a pack. It is a family. And this time I am crying from happiness. I am not the only one. This feels so right. We finally all separate and there is lots of talking but I am not really paying any attention to it. I just look at everyone. I am smiling so much I can't even contain my happiness. When I start to look around, I see Peter standing over a body. When I get a closer look I see it's Gerard, he is dead. There is a bite mark on his arm and black oozing out of the wound. He is lying in a pool of it. It looks like his blood. But it is thicker. I look at Derek with confusion. He comes over and entwines his hand with mine. I get flashes of the fight. All of them getting knocked around by the Kanima. Gerard showing up when Derek is wounded. He shoots Isaac and Boyd. Erica has a few slash marks but is still standing. And then Scott has his claws in Derek's back, and has his head tilted back. I hear snippets of the conversation. That Gerard threatened his mom and he has no choice. And then Derek is forced to bite Gerard. And then the bite is being rejected. Gerard is not going to turn, he is going to die. Painfully.
By the time the last of the visions is over I am halfway across the room to where Scott is, I throw the mountain ash I had in my pocket and will it into a ring ten feet across and then I am on Scott punching him in the face. Yells go out and the wolves, all of them, are at the line but not able to enter. Scott is so surprised at my attack that my fist connects and there is an audible crack. "Allison, Lydia, one of you break the line, Now!" Derek is yelling and right as I am about to take another swing at Scott there are arms around me pulling me back. I don't fight it, but I am yelling.
"HOW DARE YOU! YOU BETRAYED US. HOW COULD YOU DO THAT? YOU WERE GOING TO LET GERARD KILL DEREK! DO YOU KNOW WHO HE IS TO ME? NO YOU DON'T! YOU DON'T BECAUSE YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD HANDLE THIS ALL ON YOUR OWN. YOU DIDN'T TELL ME ANYTHING. I AM YOUR BEST FRIEND AND I HAVE BEEN HELPING YOU THROUGH ALL OF THIS, EVEN WHEN IT MEANT PUTTING MYSELF AND MY FATHER IN DANGER. I KEPT DOING IT, SO SAVE YOUR SORRY ASS." Derek is trying to calm me down through the bond and he won't let go of me he holds me tight. The other wolves put themselves between Scott and I. Even Peter and Jackson. Then I start to cry. "Derek is my Mate. My True Mate." That gets a look from Peter. "He is part of me. And you were just going to let him die. Just so you could have Allison. If you had told me, told us, we could have protected your mom. We could have done this together. Instead you tried to take care of it yourself. Look where that got you. Look at all the people in front of you. This is a pack. This is a family. You are alone, and you have no one to blame but yourself." My voice is hoarse by the time I am done yelling. My chest is heaving and I finally go limp in Derek's arms. He holds me to him and looks me in my eyes, his a brilliant purple.
"I am okay. I am alive." He sends love through the bond. "We are alive. All of us. Thanks to you. It is done." And with those last words the whole night catches up with me and I black out.
…
When I come to this time, I am in my room. And there is a mess of bodies all around me. We are on the floor. Isaac and Erica are on either side of me, Allison is on the bed behind me with a hand in my hair. Boyd is behind Erica and has an arm draped across her over to me. Lydia has her head on my thigh and Jackson is behind her holding my hand. This should be uncomfortable, but it's not. I try not to shift to wake the others. Derek and Peter aren't in my immediate line of sight, but I can feel Peter outside. I am glad he didn't decide to join us, but I feel bad for him at the same time. So I send a thrum of gratitude through the bond.
Derek is in his usual chair in my room watching all of us. Completely awake. There is a smile on his face. That same smile I saw in my dream all those months ago. One that is not haunted with the weight of guilt in it. I send him so much love through our bond. And there is a smile on my face as well. But after thinking about what has happened tonight it starts to fade. There is a tug on the bond, and I look up to meet Derek's glowing green eyes. And he just shakes his head. There is reassurance there. And I know that not all of this is perfect but it will all work itself out. And I am okay with that. Time heals all wounds and all that jazz.
When everyone wakes up I have been lying there awake for well over an hour. Everyone stretches, "How about Pancakes?" There is a general murmur of agreement. And we all get up and head down stairs. I pull out three packages of bacon that I know my dad was hiding, some sausages, eggs, bread for toast, and all the stuff to make pancakes with. Wolves have a large apatite.
The rest of the day goes by pretty low key. I ask about my dad, and they say that he went to work after they all came in with him passed out. Derek says that if I want to tell him everything that it would be okay. And I think that after this I am going to need to. I have wanted to keep him safe, but now that I am dating the Alpha, well, things will get complicated.
School is canceled for the rest of the week, good thing we only have a few days left. Jackson is going to have to set some things straight with the hospital about not being dead. I think that Mrs. M. is going to help with that. Then I send them all away before my dad gets home, except for Derek and Isaac. Somewhere along the line Isaac became my new best friend. Some part of me feels like I should feel bad, but the other part is too content to deal with that.
I make dinner for the four of us, and when my dad comes home he sees us sitting around watching TV. "Hi Dad." I stand up and he comes over to hug me. Then he pulls away. "So we have some things we need to talk about."
"I would say so."
"Okay so there is no easy way to break this. I have been thinking of a way how to for the last few months, and I still can't get it out." I start pacing. He sits in his chair and is watching me. "So I am just going to come out and say it… Werewolves are real. And I have been helping the ones that live here through some really hard stuff the last few months."
"Stiles, now is not the time to be playing games."
"Dad, I'm not joking." I stop pacing. And look over to Derek. "Please show him." Derek stands and I move between him and my dad. He still has his gun on him, and I don't want him to shoot Derek. "Now dad you are going to freak out, but I don't want you to shoot him. Okay?" I nod my head and Derek's eyes turn violet with a silver rim. When did that happen? He also extends his claws. Thankfully he doesn't go full wolf. That would have been a mistake. But Dad still jumps to his feet and has his gun raised. I sigh and step more in front of him making my dad lower the gun, I put a hand on his arm, and I can tell that he starts to calm down. "He won't hurt me. Or you. I am part of his pack."
"How- when?" I watch as he start to think, and I can tell when it all clicks in his head. I didn't get all my detective skills from watching cop shows after all. "The unexplained murders. All of them from the last few months. That was-"
"Not him dad. He was trying to stop it just like you were. But yes, the first ones were a werewolf. The last few that have happened, all the ones connected to Matt, that was still all him, and something he was controlling. I won't go into that right now, but I will later." I can see the questions in his eyes. "This is what I haven't been able to tell you. This is what I have been hiding from you. Every time you saw me at a crime scene, or didn't see me. The school, the mechanic's garage, me stealing the van, all of it. I was trying to keep you out of it. I was trying to keep you safe."
"Kid, that is my job, not yours."
"I know, but there was no way you would have been able to handle this. I was barely handling it. I couldn't let you die. I couldn't lose you too." He has me in a hug again before I even finish speaking.
"No more secrets kid. No more."
"Okay dad." I still haven't told him about Derek, but that can wait for another day. One when we are not overloading on emotion, and one where Derek isn't in range of my dad's gun. We are all quite for about ten minutes. Dad is processing and we aren't interrupting. Finally he looks up at me.
"So I guess there is no use in grounding you, is there. You are going to sneak out and do this anyway."
"Probably."
He looks over my shoulder, "You'll keep him safe." It is more of a statement than a question.
"I'd die for him." That makes me turn my head. It is a heady feeling when the person you love says something like that.
"Good. If he gets hurt, I am holding you responsible." Derek just nods. And then I lead us all into the kitchen to get dad some leftovers to eat. Dad asks more questions. A lot of it he starts to figure out on his own. He knows there is something up with the Argents, and we tell that they are Hunters, and that before they were our enemies (besides Allison), and now they are somewhat allies. Derek says that they still have to work out a treaty of some kind, but it is a start. I tell him how this all began, and skip over other parts, like that the Alpha was Peter, it was Gerard who beat me, and a few other things, that dad really doesn't need to know about. He guesses who is a wolf now, Isaac, Erica, Boyd, and Jackson. And we tell him that Scott's mom is in the know, so if he needs another adult to talk to he can turn to her. Then he asks if Scott is part of the pack and I can't say anything. Derek and Isaac tell him what Scott did. And I can feel dad's sorrow for me. He knows what losing Scott means to me. He just puts a hand on my shoulder and I fight the tears that are threatening to appear.
What does surprise me is that he did save Isaac from Gerard. Maybe there is hope for him yet. But that is a long road that he will have to seek on his own. I cannot forgive for what he has done to me and my pack. Over all, dad takes it all in stride. I can see that there is going to be an adjustment period, but I think that everything will work out alright. "So can I be expecting to have the lot of them over here more?"
"Probably, is that okay?" I am really hopeful.
"Yeah, I don't mind. Just so long as they don't eat us out of house and home. Curfews still stand, unless there are extenuating circumstances, but I expect to be notified when that happens. I want to know what is going on."
"I think that can work out for all of us." I look over to Isaac and Derek. It's then that I realize. Isaac is Derek's second. I don't know why I didn't see it sooner.
"And you need to get yourself a job and a place to live." Dad is pointing at Derek. My eyes go wide.
"Dad, you can't just-"
"No, Stiles he is right. I do. I actually have a few ideas already. I am going to rebuild the house. But until then I have gotten an apartment for Isaac and myself to live in."
"What?" This is the first I have heard of it.
"I am taking custody of Isaac until he graduates high school. I already have the paper work filed. And I have an apartment picked out. We move in at the end of the week."
"What about a job?"
"Well, sir."
"Jon, call me Jon."
"Jon, I was thinking that since you are down a few officers at the moment, I might be able to help you. Not as a cop, but more of a resource. When a crime that is more supernatural in nature occurs, I can help you solve the case, and make it appear more, well, normal."
I stare at Derek in wonder. He keeps surprising me and I love it. Then I look over to dad, who is in contemplation. "I think that might just work. It would be more freelance though. Not steady."
"I understand that. I still have some family money, and I can get a job at the local garage. I am pretty good with cars, and I think they could use an extra hand." All I can think of is Derek in coveralls tied at the waist with a wife beater and grease and sweat everywhere. A tug at the bond gets my attention back and my thoughts out of the gutter, but I can feel the effect it had on Derek too. And that makes the smile on my face even bigger. He wants this. And he knows I know he does.
The rest of dinner goes smoothly and Isaac and Derek leave. I get a sense that I should keep my window open tonight, and I bid them goodbye.
I go back in the house and start doing the dishes. Dad is still sitting at the table with a beer in his hand. The silence that follows is comfortable. Neither one of us needs to say anything more. This was a lot to take in. "So how long have you and Derek been together?" I drop the glass in my hand back in the sink and turn around.
"What?" I swear I start sweating right there. We talked about everything else. I thought I would have a few weeks before I broke this to him.
"How long have you and Derek been together? I am not blind you know."
"I- we're- it's" I am totally lost for words.
"Look, I don't know how I should be reacting to this. I'm not okay with it. He is twenty-three and you are only just seventeen." Yeah my birthday happened during all of this crazy BS, and everyone kind of forgot. Well I didn't say anything and only Scott and Dad knew. I still got a gift from dad, and our usual junk food and movie marathon happened. But it was tainted by all the death that was happening. Scott didn't remember. And it hurts, but not as much anymore. It is so low on the list of things that hurts. But that is so off topic. "Well, Stiles."
I dry my hands and come back to the table. "We aren't really together. Not in the way that you are thinking. We have only kissed three times, and even then we were more or less testing the waters. It still isn't really official." Okay so that's a lie. "And I know he is older than me, and he has a record even though he was exonerated, and that he seems like the wrong choice for me. But he needs me dad. And I need him. And I know he won't do anything unless you are okay with it. He is that kind of guy. But I need you to be at least a little okay with him. I don't want to see him behind your back. I want to have your approval on this. I was going to tell you. I was just planning on waiting a few days." Maybe weeks. "It is still new for us too. I am not even sure he will let it happen." Totally happening. "Take the way you feel about it and times that by like a million. And that is the way he feels."
"You love him that much?"
"More." I say it without hesitation. When it first comes out I am not sure that it is true, but after a closer examination of my feelings, I can tell it is. 100% true.
My dad looks a bit shocked, but his face relaxes, and he lets out a sigh. "Your mother would have approved of him. She always said you would go for the broken ones." He laughs a little thinking about it, and then his face straightens out into serious dad mode. "The same rules apply here. Home at curfew, you will not be spending nights at his apartment without telling me about it first. I don't want to know what happens. I don't what to have to arrest him. I am expecting him here once a week for family dinners and… be careful. Being that in love can really hurt if it ends."
"He won't dad. He would never hurt me."
"I wasn't talking about him hurting you." That rocks me to the core. Holy Shit! I get up and walk over to him and wrap him in a Stilinski hug. He tells me to leave the dishes, he'll do them and I go back up to my room.
When I get there Derek is there and I am not really surprised. "So you heard all that?" He doesn't answer, just looks at me contemplating. "I'll take that as a yes. Look I don't know what you want to happen here, but that is the way I feel, the way I have felt for a long-" he cuts me off with a gentle kiss. He pulls back but rests his forehead on mine. Our eyes are level, being about the same height has its advantages.
"I don't deserve you." And the vulnerability in his voice catches me off guard.
"No, you really don't." I smirk, but he is being serious.
"I really don't. But you won't leave me alone until this happens." Fact, not a question.
"Exactly." I have to smirk a little. He is catching on after all.
His body is shaking a little. "You realize this is forever right? No turning back."
"Yes, I do."
"It won't be easy, I'm stubborn, determined, and will always give you grief."
"I'm just as stubborn, way more determined than you could ever be, and I will give it right back." It sounds like we are giving wedding vows. "I don't expect miracles overnight. You are emotionally stunted and justly so. We both have baggage here, but I will never let you wallow in it again. I meant what I said about you being done with the pity train. You have a pack now. A- a family. They need you, Ineed you. Don't shut us out. And I expect to be taken out on dates. In public. This isn't just being Mates, or True Mates, or whatever. This is a relationship, you are my boyfriend. You are my forever. I love you. I will always love you."
He hesitates for a moment. And his lips are on mine again. There is heat and passion, and love. He pulls back for a second before I crash my lips to his. "I love you too."
I know I kinda leave it cliffhangery, (is that even a word?), But True Mates picks up like right after the last scene here. And I know there are a few unanswered questions left open. Those will all be answered in like the first few chapters of the next story. There was just so much to put here and I didn't want to overpower the fact that they FINALLY got together. Lost more learning to be had with these two!
Also please remember that the next story arc will have some sex in it. Not every chapter, and never takes up a whole chapter, but it is there. So be warned. I might try to put in breaks so everyone knows when it starts and when it stops for those who don't want to read it. It isn't integral to the story, but it was a lot of fun to write.
Just so you all know, Isaac/Allison is going to happen. I just don't like Scott, and Allison can do so much better. So be warned about that too.
Otherwise PLEASE tell me what you guys thought! Your reviews and comments are always soooo appreciated. I love to know if you loved it or hated it or whatever! So please tell me! Thanks, until Wednesday!