I know this story has been dragging on forever and I started it without an initial plot so I have no idea where it's going.. Hopefully I can make it work. Also, I recognize -so have many readers- that Chloe and Derek are OOC but they're adults now who have spent years together and are super-naturally mated for life, so the difference in character was intentional! Thank you to everyone who has reviewed and has given me feedback! Much appreciated. Also, I've gotten quite a bit of reviews about their parenting and needless to say, I've grown up around a LOT of kids and babies and I pretty much raised my two little sisters but I'm only 16 so I haven't had an infant/child of my own so I'm trying my best to parent Izzy decently! But feedback is still appreciated. My laptop sucks so I'm trying to update the story as much as possible, if anyone is even still reading it. If you are, enjoy. :)

I didn't know where I was going; I just drove and drove. I had left my house in a rage, basically leaping into my car and headed off in a frenzy. I knew I couldn't impulsively show up at Mrs. Davidoff's house without a plan or strategy. So I drove; panicking about getting hurt -or worse, hurting my family- or exposing myself. I was angry at Davidoff for all the hell and trauma he put us through, ultimately trying to kill us even after the quandary the despicable man had caused. I hated Mrs. Davidoff for trying to end my family and my life because we did what we had to do in order to stay alive. Besides, the man was crazy, not that she would see the problem considering she was just as crazy, if not worse. I was angry at myself for not listening to Derek. Why introduce our lives to an old problem -not that 'problem' even begins to describe what he did to us was- one we fought so hard to get away from, one that was life threatening?

I wanted my family and myself safe; out of this mess. Away from any problems related to the supernatural world we're unfortunately apart of. I remember as a child, I'd wished to be supernatural; to have super powers and be different. After everything I've witnessed, that idea is ludicrous. Hasn't every supernatural story proven that?

My hands shook as I pulled up to Anna's home. The once welcoming atmosphere was tainted now, and I felt foolish that I had once believed that meeting her was a good idea. We've all been extremely careful of hiding our identities; who knows how long she had been searching for us, coming up empty until I randomly decided to show up at her house.

I jumped when my phone rang and cringed when I saw who it was.

"Hello..."

"Get your ass home. Now."

"You don't even know what I'm doing." I snapped defensively.

"You're not exactly hard to figure out, Chloe. Get home. Now."

"Don't you think you're being a tad bit controlling?" I smiled slightly as I imagined him rolling his eyes.

His voice was gruff with agitation. "Come home, I'll see you soon.

"No way. I'm not going to sit around and wait for more danger to court us, Derek! I'm not going to put my family in danger."

"But that's exactly what you're doing." His angry voice shook, getting louder with each word. "You're going to get yourself killed. If I have to raise this baby girl without you.. I can't do this without you. Hell, I can't do anything without you."

"I know, but Derek.."

His voice was quiet now, controlled. "You know what it's like to grow up without a mom. Don't do this to Izzy.. don't do this to me."

I sighed, swallowing the sudden emotion that made my throat thick. "I'm on my way."

I don't know exactly what I had expected to happen. Maybe some action, or negotiation. I wanted so badly for her to understand what her husband and his team put us through. Though that would most likely fuel her desire to end us all; that woman was beyond crazy without a doubt.

"I don't know what she's planning."

I nearly jumped out of my seat as I looked over to see Mason accompanying me in the passenger side of my car.

"Anna?"

"Yeah. She's conflicted. Like she's not sure if this is what she wants.."

"She should be conflicted!" I nearly shouted, throwing a sharp look at Mason and almost driving off the road. "This is sick. She is sick. Just like her husband. And if it's true; if the vile can bring back the dead, who knows what Anna and Davidoff will do to us."

"I seriously doubt it. I mean, really? Bringing a dead corpse back to life? Highly unlikely."

I gave him an incredulous look. "Do you know what we've been through? Nothing is impossible anymore."

Mason shrugged.

I sighed somewhat exasperatedly. "They're disgusting, and sorry excuses for whatever the hell you want to call them, because they're definitely not 'people'."

"True. But I get where she's coming from.." Seeing my perplexed glare he quickly backtracked. "How would you feel if somebody killed Derek? Despite how sick and crazy that man was, he's still her husband. If Derek died, wouldn't you want to bring him back if you could? "

"I would do anything." I glared darkly out the windshield at the thought of somebody even hurting Derek. I would rip them apart slowly, piece by piece and repeatedly force their soul back into their shredded body.

Mason's soft voice interrupted my dark musings. "Chloe, I'm sorry. About everything that's happened to you. I know you didn't deserve it, not in the slightest, but look at where it got you! You have a husband who is a great guy and I don't think I've ever seen somebody love anybody as much as Derek loves you. I didn't even know a love that strong was possible. And your daughter, god she is gorgeous. Going to be a real heart breaker." He winked and I laughed shakily as I pulled into my driveway and turned off my car, turning to face him.

"Thank you, and I know I'm fortunate and maybe this makes me selfish, but I want it to stay that way. I've had enough adventure to last a lifetime."

"I'll help as best as I can." He smiled sadly and left with a solemn goodbye as Derek approached the car, his face unreadable.

"I know." I said before he could say anything. "I know it was stupid and reckless and I'm sorry but-"

His lips were pressed fiercely against mine and I sighed as I melted against him, returning the kiss softly.

"I love you. You're an idiot, but I love you."

I smiled sadly. "I love you too."

He took my hand as we walked through the front door and I sighed as I was greeted with the smell of my familiar home. I get a little overwhelmed sometimes when I think about my life now, compared to my life during Lyle and even before then. So much has changed.

"You're right." Derek confessed. "We can't sit around and wait for her to come after us. We have to be productive and proactive. But being productive and proactive does not mean impulsively going to her house and attacking, especially by yourself." He gave me a pointed and annoyed look. "We need to come up with a plan. We have no idea what she's capable of or who's on her side."

My stomach lurched as realization hit. "The Pack."

Derek's eyebrows shot up. "Huh?"

"The Pack! What if they're working with Anna so they can corner us and attack?"

Derek was already shaking his head before I finished my sentence. "No, they've been utterly welcoming and helpful since we met them. Completely understanding, even."

"It could be a ruse."

"I doubt it."

"Think about it, Derek." I urged. "We gave birth to a baby that has werewolf and necromancer genes, who knows what the hell Izzy is capable of! Not to mention her genes are genetically modified. If they thought we were powerful, there's no telling of the power she posses. A definite threat."

"They know we can handle her."

"Or they know how powerful you are and they are targeting Izzy and I to get to you."

Derek's faced darkened and his hands clenched into fists. "You're the one who insisted we got involved with them."

"I thought they could help..."

"Your theories make sense, Chloe, but can we just trust someone for once?"

I raised my eyebrows in disbelief. "This coming from you?"

"I know we've been through a lot of shit." He sighed. "But we'll figure this out. We'll come up with a plan and we can do this. Okay? We always get through it."

"I know. I'm just tired of this."

"Trust me, babe. I know."

I sighed in frustration as I slumped into a chair on the deck. I knew Chloe was stressed and frustrated and I was doing my best to console her, but she brought this onto herself; onto all of us. The worst part is she won't admit it. Chloe won't admit it to herself that she potentially put us in the same dangerous and life threatening situation we were in seven years ago, only now with much higher stakes and possibly even more of a threat from the infamous Davidoffs. And who knows what the potion/vile will do to Davidoff. How is Anna even planning this?

So many questions and not enough answers. We had the slightest idea of what was to come, and not knowing what was going to happen made it impossible to plan. We'd have to look at the situation from every possible angle, analyze the situation incredibly cautiously, and come up with plans for every possible outcome.

I focused on what I did know: Anna Davidoff was planning something aggressively sinister, my entire pack was in danger, and this was ultimately Chloe's fault. But what terrified me the most; made me sick to my stomach was that -even with all of our support and defense- the only person that could fix this was Chloe.

The most important question is; what would we be risking, and what would we lose in order to win this battle?