Author's Note:

WOW! That season finale...! Now I'm really going to have to keep writing in order to hold off until next season ha ha! Thanks for all of your reviews and predictions, I think it's going to be an interesting ride... ;) There is a little more cursing in this chapter, just so you know, and I apologize in advance for grammatical errors that I may have missed: I wrote half the chapter on my cell phone, ha ha. Enjoy!

Midnight is an obscene hour to leave the workplace, especially when you work at a frickin' coffee shop.

Honestly. I didn't sign up for this bull shit. Despite Stacey's warnings, Jessie brought in another band that unfortunately didn't know how to go a whole work shift without sharing a couple of joints. This time, however, instead of letting Jessie and me dismiss them early and cover the music like with the previous case of Pot-Head, Stacey snapped and kicked them out with only half of their promised pay before they could drag the stench inside. Jessie and I were stuck covering music until closing, again, but that wasn't even the worst part. Turns out the band didn't take well to Stacey kicking them out for smoking their plant of choice and had proceeded to key both Stacey's BMW and my truck before leaving, and act we only discovered had been done upon closing at 10:30 PM.

Yes, those delinquents keyed my truck. Police arrived shortly thereafter and interviewed all of us, but by the time Jessie gave them all of the information he had on the four-man-group, it was already almost 12 AM. Needless to say, I'm actually starting to worry about the full moon tomorrow, because I already feel like I'm primed to go hunting down the four good-for-nothing idiots that decided to mess with my truck. At least I won't have to work.

I pull my brown leather jacket closer to me as I watch the police cars peal off down the main road after receiving an urgent call. It takes a lot to put the specific look on Sheriff Stalinsky's face that I saw, so I figure I'll be able to read about it in the newspaper tomorrow. The nights are still cold, and Stacey's continual insistence that I dress like a "whore" for work isn't helping. I start to pull my keys out of my jacket pocket when I sense him approaching, and turn around with confusion, my current problems forgotten as I catch a specific scent from the woods.

I smell fear.

Isaac runs out of the trees, his heartbeat like an erratic drum as he skids to a halt in front of me. He bends over, bracing his hands against his knees as he catches his breath. "Isaac, what's wrong?" I ask worriedly, squeezing his shoulder. His eyes are wide, his hands are shaking, and when he looks at me, I feel my body tensing for combat.

"It's my dad," he starts. "He's dead."

My stomach drops as I immediately consider the worst possible scenario (in this already worst-possible-scenario for Isaac). "Did you-?"

"No," he immediately answers, shaking his head and standing up. "I-I don't think so. It..." He trails off, stuffing a hand roughly into his hair and gritting his teeth. "It had to be something else. I know the full moon's coming, but it wasn't me, I-!" He trails off in a wolf-like whine, pulling his hair.

I grip his arms and hold him firmly in place, stopping him before he can hurt himself any more. "Isaac, look at me," I order firmly. He takes a second, but complies, looking at me with that unbridled fear in his eyes.

"Was it me?" he asks, his voice trembling. I shake my head, keeping my eyes focused on him.

"Listen to my heartbeat, Isaac," I urge, raising my hands to rest on his shoulders. "I'm your pack mate, and I wouldn't lie to you. You didn't kill your father, I would have smelled the blood." I pull him towards me and wrap my arms tightly around him. "I'm sorry for your loss. It's going to be okay."

He nods mutely and I release him, unlocking the passenger door of my truck and motioning for him to get in. As he does so I circle around the truck to the driver's seat, climbing in and locking the doors once they're closed. "What do I do now?" he asks quietly. I start the truck and drive out, keeping my eyes focused on the road.

"Right now? We can't do anything," I answer, taking the route to my apartment. "Derek and I will try to sniff out if it's another werewolf in town, but until then, you need to keep suspicion away from yourself and act like everything is normal, though I recommend skipping school and hiding out at my place to cram for Chemistry in case this resolves itself." I hold my cell phone out to him. "Call Derek. We need to have a pack meeting."

The Next Day:

Oh the boy's locker room. My last year of high school, I almost got expelled for sneaking in here to on a dare my brother Hector gave me. Needless to say, he got a good yelling when my dad and Susan found out. It still stinks like sweat and socks, and the boys still don't appeal to me like they should normal teenagers. It's always been difficult for me to notice a guy for long unless he's a shifter. As I march through looking for two familiar faces, boys still getting dressed rush to cover themselves, while those already dressed start dog whistling. The maturity makes it hard to breathe as it gushes out of every testosterone-overloaded male in the room.

All except for one. Jackson is only wearing a pair of boxers, but still manages to give me a cocky smirk in his near-nakedness. "Here to see little old me?" he asks, raising a brow. "Your timing isn't the best, but I'd be happy to give you an hour or two later on."

I laugh and lean against the lockers next to him. "Cool it Casanova, I'm here because the full moon's tonight," I say with a smile. He tenses at my mention of the full moon, but I pretend not to notice. "How you holding up?"

"Perfect," he says, a little too quickly. "Just fine. Why? Your Alpha tell you to keep an eye on me?"

I shake my head. "No, I just heard that you got the Bite, and the first full moon is always the hardest." I shrug a shoulder. "I promised you'd be part of the pack, and that I'd help you out."

"Well, I don't need it," he says, a defensiveness in his voice. "I have my own agenda now."

"Oh, trying to be a big bad Omega now, are you?" I exclaim, laughing. "I give you until the end of this full moon cycle to change your mind."

The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and my whole body freezes momentarily. Everything seems to move in slow motion as my hearing strengthens and every heartbeat sounds loud and clear in my ears, one standing out more than the others. I look around, searching for whatever has set my Instinct on haywire. Scott and Stiles are standing not too far away and Scott meets my gaze, his eyes glowing yellow. He senses something too, though I'm sure he has no idea what to do about it.

Jackson frowns. "You might want to consider putting away the... glowing yellow eyes thing." He takes a small step back, though he most likely doesn't notice that he does it. "And the fangs."

The coach chooses that particular moment to blow the whistle, signalling that the boys need to get out on the field. As the players start filing out, Scott amongst them, I close my eyes and take a breath, forcing my wolf side down. Geez, I'm not some newly-turned beta without any control, I'm the daughter of an Alpha, dammit! We're made of tougher stuff than this! "Sorry, full moon," I mutter. Shaking my head, I turn away, following the smell that caught my attention. Jackson doesn't call me back and leaves the locker room, but that's just fine. He seems to be handling the full moon pretty well, while Isaac...

I find him with his head dropped against his locker, his breathing heavy and his fists clenched tight enough to draw blood. He's fully decked out in lacrosse gear, and more than ready to go kick ass on the field for practice. When I touch his shoulder he lashes out and snarls. Luckily nobody is around, and when he sees that it's me, he immediately calms down.

After watching him for only a second, I reach a decision. "I'm taking you home," I state. He doesn't even try to object and nods, dropping down onto the bench. "Just give me a second to talk to your coach."

"Don't bother," he mutters tiredly, pulling his equipment off. "Let's just go."

"Sounds like a plan." When I turn to grab his backpack off the floor, I'm surprised to see none other than Stiles standing there, his expression somewhere between dread and dawning realization. He opens and closes his mouth several times, a hesitant finger pointed at Isaac as he looks at me, begging me to explain.

"Is- Is he-?"

"Yes," I answer bluntly, seeing no reason to hide anything from Stiles. "Just got turned the other day. I'm assuming you already know what that's like thanks to Scott, so you understand that I need to get him out of here." I sling Isaac's backpack over my shoulder and grab Stiles' hand. "Cover for him, please?"

Stiles still seems to be confused, but mutely nods, his eyes focused on Isaac. "He's... not going to kill me or anything, is he?" he asks, laughing nervously at the end of the question. "I mean, Scott tried, but..." I look back at Isaac, gauging how much the primal instinct to kill is gripping him. My silence seems to speak for itself, because Stiles immediately takes several steps back.

"Yeah, I'm gonna go... Coach... Yeah." He turns around just as the sound of footsteps approaches from the hallway, and stops when the doors open. "Dad?"

Isaac looks up at me, yellow eyes widening in fear.

"Stiles. We're looking for Isaac Lahey."

Half an Hour Later:

"You are the worst fucking Alpha in the history of Alphas, do you hear me?" I yell furiously into the phone, banging my hand against the steering wheel. "I came here to get him from school, and guess what? Big surprise, the cops showed up! Now the full moon is tonight, Isaac is in a cell, and I can't help because I'm barely holding onto my last ounce of control! Do something, since sending him to school was your fucking bright idea in the first place!"

When I hang up my phone, one of my claws scratches the screen, permanently damaging it. I toss the phone onto the passenger seat and grip the steering wheel, taking deep breaths and trying to pull myself together. Not having much success. With a growl I shift the car into drive and peal out of the school parking lot, driving as fast as I can to the local gym. As much as I want to go help Isaac or help Derek come up with a plan, in my current state, I can't.

Its either work out until I drop or go wolf shit on the police station.

My fingers drum nervously against the couch arm as I wait for the meeting to be over, my eyes glued to the grandfather clock against the wall. It's all I can do to keep from tearing the living room apart in an antsy fit. While Scott and Derek are searching Isaac's house and Stiles is trying to find a way to get Isaac out of the police station, I'm stuck here playing Gothic Hunter Daughter clad all in black and eavesdropping on the mission I'm going to have to find some way to weasel my way out of. Allison wanders into the living room where I'm sitting and gives me a questioning look, but I only nod at the door to the parlor and continue to watch the minutes tick by.

"Gerard, we don't have proof that he did it."

"Really, Chris? if the police have enough evidence, then so do we."

"Roy, stay out of this."

"Let the man speak, Chris."

Allison approaches the cracked open door and starts to listen in on the conversation between our fathers and her grandfather.

"But I have to admit, it could have also been another omega like that homeless man. The omegas are going to start flooding into this town like cockroaches as soon as word gets out about Derek Hale."

"All the more reason to eliminate the threat now, before its pack grows."

"That's not how this works! We don't kill children!"

"And what are you going to do to stop us?"

Roy's voice is cold, making chills run down my arms as I consider what he's fighting for. He's fighting to have Isaac killed. My pack mate. I feel my canines start to extend and I grit my teeth, taking a steadying breath. Allison gives me a warning look, and I can only assume that means my eyes are shining gold. Trying to calm myself down, I stand up and march to a window, cracking it open to breathe some fresh air.

"You would have your own daughter come with us to kill a teenager?"

"Don't be stupid. Conner's going to sit this one out, but we're still going through with it."

"Your wife will have the last word, Chris."

"Gerard-"

"Chris, that is final."

I grip the windowsill and take deep breaths as I hear footsteps march out of the parlor and into the living room. Allison walks up next to me and touches my arm, a concerned look on her face. Scott explained the general situation to her (werewolf pretending to be hunter in training), though I'm not sure how up to speed she is on my current pack situation. Then again, last I heard, she and Scott weren't supposed to be seeing each other anymore, but Scott had been at the Argents' funeral (watching from a distance) and right now, she smells like him. Secret dating? My instincts say yes.

The human contact is enough to bring me back to earth, and with a shake of my head, I feel my facial features returning to normal. Even after working out and swimming for a total of four hours, my wolf side is as difficult to suppress as it was when I got up this morning, if not worse.

"You okay?" she asks. She genuinely seems worried, and I can only assume that the reason is because we all had a near-death experience the other night. I nod just as Roy walks up to us, a serious look on his face.

"Let's go kiddo," he says, nodding at me. "Gotta take you home."

I'm forced to act surprised and mildly disappointed. "Why?" I ask. "Wasn't I supposed to go with you all today?"

"It's the full moon," he reminds me. I nearly laugh in his face: No shit, Sherlock. The wolf inside me dying to claw its way out is no indication at all. Sweat breaks out on my forehead, and I roughly wipe it off on my sleeve. It's not particularly hot, but my body's running a little warmer than normal today. "We have to think that every werewolf in town could be out tonight. I can't risk you going out when you haven't even-"

"Oh let the girl come along if she wants to," Gerard chastises, giving me a quick wink. "She's old enough."

"But not experienced enough," Roy states firmly. He puts a hand on my shoulder and steers me towards the front door. "I'm taking you home."

"But I drove here," I point out.

"I'll take you anyway," he insists. I give Allison a meaningful look and she nods minutely when her father and grandfather's backs are turned, assuring me that she understands. I let Roy lead me outside before slipping out of his hold, pulling my car keys out of my pocket.

"Call me later and let me know how it goes," I say, walking to my truck. He grabs my arm softly, stopping me.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" he asks. "It's your first full moon, and-"

"Roy, I'm fine," I interrupt, probably more gruffly than I should have. I take a deep breath and try again. "I'm just going to go home and lock myself in for the night."

"I don't think that's going to be enough," he presses. "Let me help, at least this one time."

"The best help right now would be to maybe try and stop the Argents from starting a body count in the name of revenge disguised as necessary measures rather than encouraging them." I can't stop myself from verbally lashing out, and curse under my breath once the words are out. He's risking his life keeping me safe, and here I am, arguing. He looks like I've slapped him, and I can only assume that he didn't expect me to be listening in on the conversation, or to call him out on it. After a second he composes his face and runs a hand through his hair, looking away.

"Roy, I'm so-"

"It's fine," he says calmly, stepping back. "This job doesn't come without its obstacles. I'm sure that, in time, I'll be able to make you understand." He gives me a half-smile and walks back to the front door. "Call me if you need anything."

Feeling like the worst daughter in the world, I drop my head back and groan, letting the sick feeling set in. Since when have I been so bad with words? Since forever most likely, but that damn full moon in the sky doesn't help much, either. Grumbling to myself, I cross the road to where I left my truck, pulling my zip-up hoodie closer to myself. I kick the front tire of my truck, not accomplishing anything other than hurting my toe. After cursing the god of all tires and my stupidity for kicking the tire in the first place, I start to unlock the door. Stiles said that he would find a way to get Isaac out of the cell, but in the meantime, I need to find some way to subdue myself before everyone has two newborn betas to worry about.

I stop when I hear footsteps approaching. Allison runs up to me, now wearing a jacket and holding a black plastic case, much like the one I store my gun in, only much longer. She has a determined look on her face, and holds her cellphone up for me to see when she stops.

Stiles:

Scott at Isaac's house. Derek and I en route to police station. He says to get Conner here?

I raise a brow at her, waiting for her to elaborate on the plan. "Scott needs me at Isaac's house, but I'll drop you off at the police station after we take care of the hunter," she explains, taking my keys away and leading me to her car. I hesitatingly follow, not sure how good of an idea this is. "The hunter is disguised as a deputy, but he's in one of the SUV's, so it should be no problem finding him. You in?"

I look back at my truck, heave a sigh, and shrug. "Why not?"

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A couple of years ago, back when my mom was still alive, I remember she took the whole family to a beach. We had to drive all night so by the time we arrived I was exhausted and fell asleep on my towel. An hour later the blazing sun burning my back woke me up, and I was nursing a bad sunburn for a week.

A similar burning sensation, along with the feeling of something hard pressing into my back, is what wakes me up in the morning. The early morning sun is almost blinding as I open my eyes with a groan, the feeling of my overheated skin making my body a very uncomfortable place to be in. I immediately know I'm not alone when I feel something made out of fabric drape over me, covering me like a blanket. Blinking through my sleepy tears, I look up, half-expecting it to be Roy or Stiles waking me up because they need me to do something, like fix the air conditioning, for one.

No, it's Derek. He looks beat, his clothes covered in dirt and his shirt splattered with blood. "What happened to you?" I ask in a slur, then frown. I slowly start taking in details, such as the fact that there's open sky behind him, and not the walls of my apartment; that it's morning, easily ten o'clock, and I'm waking up on a very hard surface; that as a breeze blows under what I now realize is a fireman's blanket, I feel my body completely naked underneath. Just to be sure, I look under the blanket. Surely enough, the only covering I have on me is a light layer of dust, mud caked all the way up to my knees, and dried blood flaking off of my chest.

"Don't remember much, do you?" Derek says tiredly, watching me in case I lose it. Gripping the blanket close to me, I sit up and look around, feeling my stomach drop as I take in my surroundings. I was sleeping on a flat rock on the edge of a cliff, the forest in front of me and a view of Beacon Hills to my back. I've never been here before, but a part of me assures me I became well acquainted with this area last night.

Last night-!

"Holy shit, the full moon!" I exclaim, slapping my forehead and groaning. "Isaac was arrested, and he was losing it!"

"He's fine, and he didn't hurt anyone," he assures me. "He's staying with me for the time being." Relief whooshes through me, and is quickly followed by other unanswered questions that could potentially lead to doom.

"And what about me?" I demand. "Did I hurt anybody?"

He hesitates to answer that. "Not... permanently," he says carefully. My stomach sinks and I groan, dropping my head into my hands. He kneels in front of me and I peek through my fingers at him, almost scared to hear what else he has to say. "You really don't remember?" he presses. I shake my head. "Give it some time."

"Can't you just tell me?" I ask quietly.

"No," he answers. "Last night, you lost control and almost killed somebody." My eyes widen, but he doesn't stop. "You need to remember everything about what happened, because the way you lost control? It was unlike anything I've seen before."

"What do you mean?" I insist. He sighs, and worried he's going to close the subject, I grab his hand with both of mine. He tenses, but doesn't fight the action. "Derek..."

"You didn't lose control like a wolf would," he finally replies, his voice quiet. His eyes are focused on the area above my head, and when I look down, I notice that the blanket has slowly been falling off my shoulder. For his sake I pull it back up, covering myself again. "You looked more like... a hunter than a wolf."

And just like that, I remember.

Two minutes after Allison dropped me off at the police station, my gun is strewn across the floor, a clawed hand is around my neck, and a shaken Stiles is hiding behind a desk opposite Isaac and me, and I'm realizing why this was not a good idea.

The wolf inside of me has been fighting to get free, the promise of complete freedom and power making it more and more difficult to resist. Even now, when I feel my life slipping away I fight it, knowing that if I give in, I could very well kill him. But as shadows start to blur my vision, I feel my control slip. Isaac's yellow eyes glare murderously at me as he roars, and spurred on by the fighting sound, the last grasp on humanity fades away to the wolf inside. I roar back, my golden eyes, the extended ears, and the snarling face reflected in his eyes before I grab his face and dig my claws into it, eliciting a howl from him. Taking advantage of the opening, I latch onto the bars of the cell he's holding me against, lift one of my legs and drop kick him with all the strength I can muster, which apparently is a lot, because I distantly hear a crack.

He stumbles back with a yelp, grabbing his shoulder in pain. I don't waste a second before kicking him in the face with my other leg, knocking him backwards. Blood splatters from the impact, but when I drop down to the ground and approach him, I don't hold back when I plant my foot firmly against his neck. He grabs my ankle and twists it, but I spin in the same direction, minimizing the damage as I fall to the ground. Before he can grasp at the window of opportunity, I drop my foot swiftly onto his chest, winding him enough that he releases my foot. As calmly as if I'm doing the dishes, I get to my knees ans grab my gun off the floor, focusing my eyes on the part of his neck that his jugular beats in. Cocking my head to the side, I point the gun and bare my fangs, ready to shoot for the kill.

In a blur of fur and claws Derek grabs me by the collar of my jacket and throws me back against the wall, freeing Isaac. I slide to the ground, pieces of plaster cascading over me once I'm sitting, but I hardly notice them. All I can seem to pay any attention to is my irritation at having my kill taken away from me, by an Alpha, no less! Doesn't he know that with one perfectly-planned move, I could take his little throne away? All that power could be gone in an instant!

Derek takes a look at Isaac, who is now very much human and not a danger to anybody. Convinced he's not a threat, Derek turns to me, his red eyes glaring warningly at me. I bare my teeth disrespectfully and growl, daring him to try and do something. He roars in my face, but I only smirk, completely unaffected. My mother was a true Alpha. This guy? I've only been a true beta again for a couple of days, and I'm more experienced at being a beta than he is at being an Alpha, so while during normal circumstances I care for and desire him, right now, he only offends me by even believing himself to be an obstacle. Seeing an opening for escape, I bolt for the door, ducking under his claws, around Isaac, and past Stiles into the hallway.

I continue to run, not stopping even when I've left the police station and have somehow managed to reach the forest. I weave between trees and through rivers, following different trails and scents as it suits me, never staying in any place too long or actually attacking anything. Except, okay, maybe that one rabbit... But still, it's all about the chase. At one point I imagine that there are no cities or roads to avoid and simply endless forests and mountains for me to venture in, connecting with nature and the universe in a way that's been lost over the centuries. I long for that, crave that, and that's why I shut off the nagging voice reminding me that I have a human life to get back to, and that I should maybe be more careful with my clothes.

As the full moon hours start to end, I feel the rush of energy start to leave, and grudgingly I accept that maybe I shouldn't be running so much anymore. I need to slow down, maybe find someplace to seek shelter. A cliff catches my attention, and listening carefully for any sign that I may not be alone after all, I crawl up the ridge until I'm at the edge. The cliff overlooks the forest and the city in the distance, and even in my wolf form, I can't help noticing how pretty the orange lights look under the night sky. I curl my legs up to my chest and rest my head on my arms so that I can still look over the city, listening to every wayward sound that drifts up here. The sound of a car horn honking, someone shouting somebody's name, police sirens...

What a beautiful song Beacon Hills makes.

The words and memory are like a slap to the face, and when I look up at him, he's looking at me again. "I don't know what to do with that," he informs me quietly. Hell, I can't blame him: I don't know what to do with this information myself! I should have lost control animalistically, but instead of going for the fight, I went for the emotionless kill, at the hands of a gun, no less. I've been shooting guns since I was very young, but still, the wolf instinct is supposed to be more deep-rooted than any acquired skill. So why the hell did I react that way?!

"I'll look into it," I whisper uncomfortably. "Maybe Peter only unlocked part of what my mother suppressed." Figuring the best course of action would be to get out of this area, I get to my feet, scanning the area to get my bearings. He follows, standing close to me protectively. I close my eyes for a moment to try and remember which direction I came from, and when I open my eyes, a gap between the trees seems familiar. Confidently I start towards that spot, not bothering to be too careful with where my feet step. They cake of mud is so thick, I'm pretty sure I'll be protected from anything.

Okay, not really, but still, foot care is the least of my priorities.

It's only when I've been walking for about a minute when I notice that Derek isn't walking next to me anymore. I stop and look back at where he is, just in time to notice the reason he's hanging back several feet behind me. I laugh as his expression becomes serious, but I can see right through him.

"Derek Hale, are you checking me out?" I ask, wrapping the blanket around my chest like a towel. "Because you seem awfully quiet back there."

Rather than deny it like I expected him to, he strides forward and shrugs. "And if I was?" he asks casually. My heart skips but I keep the surprise off of my face, smiling slowly and holding my ground as he moves forward.

"I'd say you were a terrible person, taking advantage of my current state," I answer quietly. "And the fact that you're an Alpha."

"Does it bother you?" he asks, his voice husky as he stops only inches away. I cock my head to the side, observing him carefully. He isn't being affectionate, this is simply attraction. The real question is if it's enough for me?

"... No, it doesn't bother me," I reply. "But I do think we need to get back to Isaac. Things are about to change for him, and we need a plan."

The disappointment flashes almost unperceivably through his eyes, but I stand firm. We only just started the pack, and a purely physical relationship right now would be unwise. I know myself, and I know how I feel for him, and unfortunately, it's not just physical. So, I need to keep calm, and not allow myself to give in to something I'll regret later on.

At first he seems fine with it and we start walking, but then he stops. "So, it's fine for you to kiss me when I rescue you," he starts, "but if I spend all night tracking you down, I'm left high and dry?"

I roll my eyes and keep walking, but he grabs my wrist and pulls me back. "What doyou want me to say?" I ask. "That I like you as more than my Alpha?" I scoff and shake my head. "You already know that."

"I didnt know that," he states. I shrug. "So, your normal way of saying thanks has changed?"

I raise a brow. "Are you going to complain if it hasn't?"

"Not really."

Men!

Giving up on the argument, I grab the front of his shirt and pull him towards me, lifting myself up on my tiptoes. He wraps an arm around my waist and pulls me against him, eyes dark as he waits for me to close the space. With a smile I lean up and place a kiss softly on his cheek.

"There you go."

Before I can pull away he locks a hand behind my neck and holds me in place, crashing his lips over mine. Caught by surprise I take a moment to kiss him back, and even then the sensation is overwhelming. I feel a hunger building up inside me that is comparable only in part to the need to shift last night. Just as I'm tangling my hands in his hair, he breaks the kiss and releases me. We're both left slightly breathless, and with a nod, we both step away from each other.

"Thanks," I mutter.

"You're welcome," he replies, looking away.

And, for once, however brief the moment, we're able to stop being wolves, alphas, betas, omegas, and simply be people.

Post-Chapter Note:

Next chapter there is going to be plenty of action: some of you guys mentioned Erica, and so we'll be bringing her into the story ;) What do you think Conner's strange transformation means? And plenty of Isaac, because I really love him! Yup, pack stuff coming up... Review :)?