Please don't hate me. Epilogue to come, but I'm still writing it.
CHAPTER TWENTYONE
TRUE SACRIFICE
"What's taking so long?"
Isaac tentatively put his hands on Jessie's shoulders as she stood in front of Scott's tub chewing her thumbnail nervously. "They'll wake up any minute."
"It's been three hours, Isaac," Jessie whispered harshly. "It was only supposed to take a few seconds."
"They'll wake up," Lydia assured her. "They have to."
"Where are we going?" Emily asked her brother for the third time from the passengers seat.
"We're meeting Connor and Gavin," Alex answered gruffly, his eyes trained on the road as he turned into the parking lot of a motel.
"Where? Motel 69?" Emily smirked. "We should be at the clinic with the others."
"We'll get back to them after this," Alex told her. "Connor called and said his mum came to Beacon Hills with important news."
"Connor and Gavin's mum is here? The Seer?" Emily asked, suddenly way more interested. "Why'd she come all the way here from Toronto?"
"Sienna insisted," Alex told her as they parked at the end of the motel and got out.
"Sienna's here too!?" Emily called out.
He shook his head though, "No, she's still in Oregon. But Dina saw something that has to with our problem so she needed to come to Beacon Hills to get a better sight."
"What'd she see?" Emily asked just as the door to a motel room opened up and Connor appeared in the doorway.
"Nothing good, mate."
"It's been six hours," Jessie sat in a heap on the floor in the corner next to Scott's tub. "Why aren't they waking up?"
"You can't get impatient, Jessie," Deaton tried to calm her.
She turned her eyes on him, "You said Scott and I had some bond and I'd be able to pull him back. That we had some connection that'd make us both stronger. What happens to that if he doesn't come back?"
"Jessica..." Deaton sighed, seeing a tear fall from one of her eyes. He walked over to her and leaned in front of her, crouching to her level, "You can not lose hope. For your family. For Scott – your friends. For you. As unfair as all of this is, you simply can not stop fighting."
"I'm so tired, Deaton," she whispered, and in that moment she wasn't his employee, she wasn't the Demi-Cruore, she wasn't the all powerful vampire. She was just Jessie, a teenaged girl in way over her head, caught in the middle of a supernatural war she didn't ask for. She was to be protected, not thrown into the front lines.
"I know," he told her. "But when you get tired of fighting and you feel like you simply can not fight anymore – you keep fighting."
"Excuse me, Jessie?" Alex's voice interrupted their moment.
Deaton stood up from his position and helped Jessie up to stand. She coughed awkwardly and cleared her throat, "Yeah?"
"Can I talk to you for a second?" he asked, earning a suspicious glare and growl from Isaac in a different corner of the room. "In private."
Jessie didn't know what he had to talk to her in private about but he seemed serious. She looked at Deaton and gestured to Scott, "Watch them." She walked out to the front of the vets office with Alex, standing by his car were Emily sat in the drivers seat.
"What's going on?"
"You need to leave," Alex told her quickly, opening the passengers side door for her. "Right now. Emily packed a bag of the necessities for you. She'll tell you where you're headed when your out of Beacon Hills."
"What?" Jessie gasped. "What the hell are you talking about? I'm not going anywhere."
"You have to," he stood closer to her. "Please—you need to leave."
"Why would I do that?" Jessie stared at him in shock. "They need me here. I need to help Scott and Derek beat the Alphas and Jennifer."
"If you do, it won't end well," Alex raised his voice at her. "You just need to go. I'll stay and help."
"You're a hunter, not a vampire," Jessie pointed out. "Your guns won't help you with her."
"Jessie, you have to trust us," Emily's voice broke in from her window. "I'll explain everything when we get there."
"Get where?" she demanded. "What's going on with you two? How could you think I would just abandon my friends?"
"Because you'll die if you don't!" Alex shouted.
She paused, turning fully to him, "What the hell are you talking about?"
He sighed roughly, running a hand through his hair, "We know this Seer. She sees the future and she saw yours. If you stay in Beacon Hills and go up against Deucalion and the Darrach, they'll kill you."
"What?" Jessie asked in a small voice.
"It's true," Emily said softly. "You need to leave Beacon Hills before the Lunar Eclipse or you'll be killed."
Jessie stared in between the two siblings for what felt like eternity to them but in reality it was probably two minutes. She was destined to die? To be killed? How could that be? She had faced Alpha werewolves and kanimas and her own growing powers and made it this far. How could this be any different? She had to live and fight, didn't she?
She let out a shaky breath, "Who else knows about what this Seer saw?"
"Sonia, Georgie's sister," Emily answered, confused as to why she was asking. "Connor and Gavin, some witches we work with from time to time. The Seer is their mum."
"You can't tell anyone else," she whispered. "Not Isaac... or Stiles or Scott. No one else knows."
"What are you talking about?" Alex asked her.
"I'm talking about staying," she told him. "I can't run away just because there's a chance I'll die. That's always a risk. And if Scott or Isaac knew, they wouldn't let me anywhere near the fight."
"This isn't a risk assessment, this is a 110 percent guarantee that you'll die—from the mouth of one of the greatest Seers in the world!" Alex told her. "You can not stay."
"I am though," Jessie told him gently. "I understand that you want to keep me safe, Alex, I get that. But I can't just run away and leave my friends behind to do this on their own. I just... can't."
"You'll die, Jessie..." he tried one more time. He couldn't lose her. He loved this girl, whether or not she loved him back. He couldn't just let her die.
"Maybe," Jessie slowly shrugged. "Maybe I will."
"What did he want to talk about?" Isaac asked Jessie quietly.
"Nothing, just reinforcement stuff," Jessie lied, keeping her heartbeat as steady as she could.
Isaac heard her heartbeat barely jump over the word 'nothing' but didn't say anything. He had no claim on her anymore. He couldn't know everything about her anymore. And he just had to get used to it.
"Have they moved at all?" Jessie asked Deaton, looking at Scott and Stiles' unmoving bodies.
"Not. One. Bit." Lydia tutted.
Just then there was a knock at the front door. Georgie stood up, pulling out her wallet, "That'll be the pizza."
"You ordered pizza?" Lydia asked the girl in an almost accusatory tone.
"We're no help to them when they wake up if we've starved to death," she quipped back. She walked to the front room and returned with three boxes of pizza, "We have cheese, pepperoni and one with white sauce, cheese, pepperoni, anchovies and basil."
"Who would eat that?" Isaac asked, smelling the atrocious pizza.
Georgie answered in a quiet tone, "It's Stiles' favorite."
Jessie patted the girl's shoulder and took the top pizza from her, "Dig in. It seems like it's gonna be a while."
Allison, Stiles and Scott shot up from their tubs gasping for air, the water dripping loudly off of their bodies. Their friends all shot up from their reclining positions. Jessie, Georgie and Lydia grabbed some towels.
"I saw it!" Scott breathed harshly. "I know where it is."
"We passed it," Stiles added while Georgie wrapped a towel around his shoulders and hugged him tightly. "There's—there's a stump, this huge tree. Well, it's not huge anymore. It was cut down. But it's still big, though, very big."
"It was the night we were looking for the body," Scott told them, looking at Jessie as she draped a towel around him and helped him dry off.
"Yeah, the same night you were bit by Peter," Stiles said, looking at his best friend.
"I was there too," Allison shivered as Lydia helped her get warm. "In the car with my mother. We almost hit someone."
Scott paused, "It was me, you almost hit me. We can find it."
The three paused in their chatter when they noticed the others were being very quiet.
"What?" Allison asked.
"You guys were out a long time," Isaac answered.
"How long is a long time?" Stiles asked, looking between Isaac and Georgie.
"Sixteen hours," Deaton answered gravely.
Scott gaped at him, "We've been in the water for sixteen hours?"
"And the full moon rises in less than four."
Derek gasped softly as he woke to Cora dipping water from a bottle into his mouth. He felt his hair being pushed back and stroked and see Marissa staring worriedly at him. He looked at his sister, "You're okay."
She smiled at him, "I'm doing much better than you are right now, and all because of you."
"Hopefully not all for nothing," Peter remarked. "The moon is rising, Derek. You drained your battery all the way to the red, and there is a fully charged alpha on her way to rip you limb from limb."
"I'll be fine in a few hours," Derek panted.
"I sincerely hope so," Peter snarled. "Because a few hours is all that you have."
"No, dude, you are not going back with them," Stiles told Scott.
"He's right, Scott," Jessie supported Stiles. "It's too dangerous."
"I made a deal with Deucalion," Scott remarked softly.
"Does anyone else think that sounds a lot like a deal with the devil?" Stiles looked around the room.
"Why does it matter, anyway?" Isaac asked.
"Because I still don't think that we can beat Jennifer without their help," Scott said, resigned.
Allison shook her head, looking over at Deucalion, "He trusts you more than anyone. Tell him he's wrong."
Deaton couldn't help her though, "I'm not so sure he is. Circumstances like this sometimes require that you align yourself with people you'd normally consider enemies."
"So, we're gonna trust him," Isaac asked incredulously. "The guy that calls himself death, destroyer of worlds? We're gonna trust that guy?"
"I wouldn't trust him, no," Deaton revised. "But you could use him to your advantage. Deucalion may be the enemy, but he could also be the bait."
Just then the front door creaked open, signaling that someone just entered the clinic. Some of the group looked around, seeing everyone was here that should be. Deaton decided to walk to the front to see who it was – Ethan.
The Alpha, alone, spoke gravely, "I'm looking for Lydia."
The girl walked out from behind Deaton, "What do you want?"
"I need your help," Ethan stated softly.
"With what?"
"Stopping my brother and Kali," he said. "From killing Derek."
"We know about the lunar eclipse," Ethan explained to Derek, Peter, Cora and Marissa with Lydia by his side. "So, don't think Kali's gonna sit around waiting for it to level the playing field. She's coming, and my brother's coming with her."
Peter nodded, "Good enough for me. Derek?"
"You want me to run?" Derek asked him calmly, his mind already working in the opposite direction.
"No, I want you to stay and get slaughtered by an alpha with a psychotic foot fetish," Peter scoffed sarcastically. "Of course I want you to run. Sprint, gallop, leap your way the hell out of this town—and take your girlfriend with you."
Derek shared a look with Marrissa, her eyes begging him to listen to Peter for once. But he just couldn't.
"If you want to fight and die for something, that's fine with me," Cora assured him. "But do it for something meaningful."
"How do you know I'm going to lose?" he asked.
"We don't," Peter gestured to Lydia. "But I'll bet she has an idea. Don't you, Lydia?"
The girl's eyes widened as the attention all fell on her, "I don't know anything."
"But you feel something, don't you?" Peter encouraged. The girl averted her eyes to the floor.
"What do you feel?" Derek pressed.
"I feel like..." she began quietly, almost frightened of herself, "I'm standing in a graveyard."
"Allison?" Jessie asked the other girl in the elevator on their way up to the Argent apartment with Isaac and Scott – who was on the phone with Stiles.
"Yeah?" the girl asked, a hopeful lilt to her voice.
"Your dad has smoke grenades right?" Jessie asked instead of extending the forgiveness Allison was waiting for. "The kind that ignite automatically?"
"Yeah, why?" Allison seemed confused.
"We might need them," Jessie answered cryptically as the elevator dinged.
"Just grab anything," Scott spoke into his phone. "Stiles, I'm not smelling your dad's boxers." He paused as they all walked into the apartment, "Socks? Okay, I'll smell socks."
Isaac stuck to Jessie closely, "What about me?"
Allison answered him, "See what you can find in my dad's closet. Anything with the strongest scent."
She cut off in her talking when the teens walked past Chris' office and saw Agent McCall and two deputies behind the desk laid out with weapons. McCall stood with his hands in his pockets, shoulders straight back and lips pursed in contemplation, "Quite an arsenal your father's got here, young lady." His eyes found his son's deep brown ones.
"Scott."
Scott didn't know how to feel right now. Yes, Stiles warned him that his estranged father was in town, but he didn't know what to expect. He hadn't seen his dad in years. The man had been absent in his life for most of it. And now that he's back in town, the way he reunites with his son is to break into his ex-girlfriend's apartment and start an interrogation?
"What are you doing here?" Scott asked. Jessie sensed his internal struggle and slipped her hand into his, cupping his fingers lightly only to let him know she was here for him.
"Following one of the only leads I have," his father answered. "Now, since I don't know where you've been, why don't you have a seat, and we can talk?" He paused, his eyes falling to the ceiling as he called out louder, "You too, Issac."
Isaac inched in behind Jessie, seeming confused, "How do you know my name?"
"Your name's one of the few things I know. To be honest, the rest of what's going on around here has me stumbling in the dark," he said, gazing at the weapons he'd uncovered, "even over the smallest clue."
"If you're trying to tell me that you don't have a clue," Scott started, stepping further into the room, slightly pulling Jessie with him. "I learned that a long time ago."
Agent McCall's vein in his temple budged out a little bit as he tried to rein in his annoyance, "I'm really hoping to avoid the embarrassment of dragging my own son into an interrogation room. Really hoping."
The alarm Derek set up in his loft was blaring for a total of two seconds before Kali punched it into pieces, eyeing Lydia and Ethan with Aiden flanking her. "Where is he?"
Lydia pursed her lips in faux-thought, "I think he said he was heading out to do some shopping, run a few errands, the usual," she cleared her throat nervously, "werewolf afternoon."
"Who do you think you're talking to?" Kali asked dangerously.
But Lydia was through being scared, "Someone in desperate need of a pedicure. I'd be happy to give you a referral."
Aiden stepped forward growling lowly in his throat. Kali stopped short, turning to look at Aiden, glaring deeply, "Oh, really?"
Derek strapped into the drivers seat of his car. Marissa sat in angst in the passengers seat with Cora behind her. Peter dipped his head into her window, looking seriously at Derek, "Don't call until you're at least 100 miles away."
Derek nodded.
"Go!" Peter called to him, ducking out of the window.
Derek started the car and sped away.
"I'm not gonna lie," McCall began after the teens took seats. Allison and Scott sat in chair while Isaac and Jessie sat on the arms respectively. "I'm more than a little disturbed, not only by the number of missing parents, but the fact that it's Stiles' father, your father," he gestured to Allison, pausing and then weakly gesturing to Scott, "and your mother."
Isaac smacked his lips over some peanuts he tossed into his mouth, "Mine are both dead."
"Mine was kidnapped, and is now in a coma," Jessie added, tilting her head. "And you're wasting our time with this crap."
"Save the cliched teenage apathy for your high school teachers," he retorted. "The three of you know more than you're saying, and I'm fully willing to keep you here all night if I have to."
"Only you're not allowed to," Jessie glared.
Kali half-circled Aiden threateningly, "Did someone take their assignment too seriously?"
He remained straight faced, "She is not the problem."
"Maybe the problem is where your loyalties lie," she growled.
"Oh, god," Lydia gasped under her breath. "Is this about to get really violent?"
"Probably," Ethan answered her honestly.
Suddenly a body dropped in through the glass ceiling, shattering the sharp shards onto the foursome below. Lydia screamed as Ethan took her into his arms and they fell over to the side, trying to shield her from the offensive objects.
Jennifer, all dressed in black and ready for a fight, landed gracefully on her feet, glaring smugly as the animalistic Kali she used to hold dear to her heart. "So, who wants to go first?"
Kali growled loudly and starting swiping her clawed feet at the Darrach. Jennifer smirked as she dodged every swipe of foot and claw Kali could throw at her, feeling the power of the Nemeton coursing through her veins under the looming Lunar Eclipse. She caught Kali's foot mid-spin and propelled her into the air, watching the she-wolf landed on her chest with a loud thump.
She turned smug to Aiden. The boy growled and charged for the woman, but she slipped out of his way and landed a hard punch to his chest, throwing him to the opposite side of Kali.
Ethan stood up from his crouch with Lydia and slipped off his jacket. Aiden saw him and he ripped off his shirt wildly, starting to merge with his twin. Jennifer marched up to them and grabbed their necks mid-merge, using her strength to toss them apart.
She turned around ready to face Kali again as the she-wolf stood up. Kali paused, seeing Jennifer as she was now and remembering her scarred, slashed and broken.
Jennifer sensed her pause, "That's right, Kali. Look at me. Look at my face. Do you know what it takes to be able to look like this, to be able to look normal?"
Kali's mouth set into a line, "I don't care."
"It takes power," Jennifer hissed. "Power like this." She raised her hands as the storm brewed and crackled overhead and the glass shards she'd caused levitated off the floor around her.
"I..." Kali breathed out.
Lydia gulped in fear as the glass got lifted higher.
"I should've..." Kali continued as she realized what Jennifer was about to do to her, "I should've ripped your head off!"
Jennifer cried off as she sent the shards flying towards Kali, watching in grim satisfaction as they pierced the Alpha's body and she fell to the floor, dead.
Jennifer slowly turned to Lydia, not realizing the twins dragged themselves together to morph behind her back. Lydia gripped the table behind her in her hands tightly in fear as Jennifer got closer to her. The Darrach stopped short when she heard growling behind her and turned to see the Mega-Alpha fully formed and gunning for her. She smirked at the thought of a fight, ducking under their large swinging arms, grabbing one to use their momentum against them and twist the around. She twisted her back to theirs and reached behind her to crack their neck over her shoulder.
Lydia's breath left her as she watched the morphed twins fall onto the floor, blood seeping out of their mouth. Her eyes fell on Jennifer as she smiled in self-satisfaction, "What's the line coach likes to say? The bigger they are..."
Stiles sped down a lone road, getting nervous under the weight of the looming storm, thunder cracking like a giant in the air. Georgie stared out the window from the passengers seat, her hand reaching over to Stiles knee.
"We're minors," Jessie continued. "With no parents, legal guardians or lawyers present. And unfortunately for you, you're wasting your time bothering us instead of finding them."
"She's right," Scott supported Jessie. "You can't keep us here."
"Not without some kind of warrant," Allison added.
Agent McCall peered down at the weapons he laid out of Chris' on his desk, "I've got a desk full of probably cause."
Allison pursed her lips, not impressed, and stood up, "My father is a highly respected private security consultant and federally licensed firearms dealer. That means he has to own a few weapons." She approached the desk, pointing at some of the items on top, "Like this 175-pound tactical crossbow or this carbon steel marine combat knife, .50ae desert eagle." She paused when she noticed the smoke grenade Jessie had asked about earlier. She reached over to pick it up, "Smoke grenade with a pull ring ignite." She quickly tugged the ring off and tossed towards McCall. Smoke enveloped the room under them as Allison and Jessie sprung into action. "Go!"
Isaac pulled Jessie after him into the hallway with Allison and Scott on their flank as they made their escape, ignoring Scott's father calling out for him.
Stiles' driving became more erratic as wind and rain smacked against the car from all sides, making it harder to drive. Georgie gripped her seat, wishing she was a weather witch rather than what she was. Stiles groaned under his breath, "Come on."
Another gust of wind blew against the side of the car, wind, dirt and rain clouding the windshield. The jeep swerved, Stiles trying to turn the wheel against the wind and regain control of the car, "Woah."
"Maybe slow down?" Georgie suggested shakily.
But there was no time when suddenly they were veered off the road and next thing there was a large tree in front of them. The car ran into the tree dead on, Stiles smacking his head on the steering wheel, but Georgie's head smacked into the side window, the glass cracking under her skull as her eyes slowly shut.
Jennifer was closing in on Lydia, the terrified girl backing up into a wooden beam, whimpering, "What do you want from me?"
"I want you to do what you do best, Lydia," Jennifer told her. "I want you to scream."
She twisted her neck, revealing her true scarred form and roaring into Lydia's face. In fright, Lydia opened her mouth and let out a loud shriek and echoed through the loft and through the air.
Derek and Cora heard the scream, Derek quickly pulling over the car from the force of it. Marissa looked at him, utterly confused, "What? What is it?"
"Lydia," Derek breathed. "We have to go back."
Allison's car and Scott's bike sped into the entrance of the Beacon Hills Preserve. Isaac, Allison and Jessie jumped out of her car as Scott dismounted his bike and took off his helmet. Allison looked to the new Alpha, "Are you okay?"
"I didn't know what to say to him," Scott told her. "I couldn't come up with anything, but what you did—that was awesome!"
"It was all because of what Jessie said earlier," the girl gave the other credit.
"We make a good team I guess," Jesse allowed, causing Allison to pause. Maybe she was getting closer to forgiveness.
"I still haven't gotten anything from Stiles," Isaac interrupted. "You?"
Jessie shook her head, as did Scott, "I don't get it."
"All right," Isaac started walking. "Well, we can't wait for him. Come on."
Allison and Jessie trailed after him. Scott paused, looking at his phone, seeing no messages. He couldn't shake the feeling that Stiles was somewhere hurt. But he had to do this, so he followed the group up to the top of lookout point.
Deucalion appeared from the trees behind them, "Cutting it a little close, aren't we, Scott?"
They all turned to face him. Scott looked around, "We got a little delayed. Where are the others?"
"Occupying themselves with other pursuits," Deucalion answered cryptically.
"So, it's just you and me against her?" Scott asked, not liking the odds.
"I think you'll be surprised what a good team we make," Deucalion told him.
Scott turned to the others, "Okay, get Stiles. And then get to the root cellar, okay? We'll keep Jennifer away long enough for you to get them out of there."
"How are you going to do that?" Isaac asked him.
"I have a plan."
"I'm staying with you," Jessie pitched in, facing Scott determinedly. She didn't care what Alex's precious Seer told him. She wasn't going to leave Scott to Deucalion and Jennifer. She was standing by her best friend and helping him end all of this.
"No, go with them," Scott tried to tell her.
"Yes, come with us," Isaac agreed hastily. "Jennifer is too dangerous."
"I'm powerful enough to help us win against her," Jessie argued. "I can handle it. She's not even at full power yet."
"The girl is right, boys," Deucalion interrupted them all. "She is more powerful than anyone around here gives her credit for."
"Right," Jessie agreed dubiously with their frenemy, "Go, Isaac. I'll be fine."
On some kind of impulse, Isaac leaned down and pecked his lips to hers. He tried not to be embarrassed as he pulled away, "Be safe."
Jessie decided not to say anything other than, "Okay."
Cora sat with a scared Lydia against the wooden beam as Derek and Marissa surveyed the bodies of the morphed twins and slashed up Kali. Derek received Jennifer passively, "You did this for me?"
"For us," Jennifer replied passionately, eyeing Marissa's hands on Derek's arm. "For anyone who's ever been their victim."
"Stop talking to me like a politician," Derek growled at her. "Stop tying to convince me of your cause!"
"Fine, I'll convince you of someone else's," she glared. "Scott. You can save his mother, Stiles' father."
"How?" Derek asked her.
"I need a guardian," she explained. "And that role can either be filled by the three parents I was forced to take or by you."
"I can't help you, I'm not even an Alpha anymore," he argued.
"All I need is for you to help me get Deucalion in the right place at the right time," she insisted.
"You just killed three of them on your own," he pointed out. "What do you need me for?"
"You haven't seen him at his strongest," Jennifer breathed out. "I have. And if he's got Scott with him, I don't stand a chance unless I have you."
"Derek, don't trust her," Cora warned her brother.
"Cora's right," Marissa added. "She's the monster who started all this."
"I have the eclipse in my favor," Jennifer cut them off. "But the moon's only gonna be in the earth's umbral shadow for 15 minutes. That's the extent of my window. There's no decision to struggle with. Help me kill him, and the others live. Just help me."
"Are you sure we're going in the right direction?" Isaac shouted over the noise of the storm as he and Allison tried to navigate their way to the root cellar.
"I know we're near it," she called to him. "You think you can pick up a scent?"
"I'm trying," he told her, "but I ca-" he cut himself off as he heard something. A sort of high pitched sonic sound. "I hear something. It's an—it's an emitter. It's one of your dad's."
"Are you sure?" Allison asked him.
"Has to be," Isaac told her, running off. "Come on."
She followed him through the woods until they found a large opening, seeing the large stump that houses so much power. They walked around it's perimeter until Isaac saw wooden doors on the ground and little ways off, "Allison." He gestured over to the doors and they ran over, throwing them open with much force under the wind.
Isaac followed Allison into the cellar. She breathed out in relief, "Oh, my god. Thank god!" She kneeled in front of her father, kissing his head.
He smiled tiredly at her, "You found us."
"Where's Stiles?" The Sheriff asked. "Where's my son?"
"And Scott?" Melissa added worriedly.
"They're coming, all right?" Isaac told them. "They're on their way to help."
"Okay," Melissa swallowed the lump in her throat. The group all stopped short when rocks and rubble began to fall from above them. The ground around the Nemeton was starting to cave in.
"We have to get going," Cora pulled Lydia up from the ground. "Lydia, we can get help."
"From who?" the girl asked, scared out of her mind.
"It doesn't matter," Marissa assured the young girl. "But we need to leave."
They were cut off by a groan and all turned to see the twins separate from each other, falling onto the backs apart from each other. Lydia and Cora went to each other their sides. "They're alive."
"I think I can help them," Marissa told the girls. "But I need medical supplies and we can't take them to the hospital."
"We need to get them to Deaton," Lydia told her urgently.
"You said you had a plan," Deucalion commented as he, Scott and Jessie walked up to the large warehouse.
Scott surveyed the spiral that Ennis had left behind, "On the first day of class, Jennifer sent all of us a message. It was the last line from Joseph Conrad's Heart of Darkness. I've got a message of my own to send her."
Jennifer kept her eyes trained on the countdown she set up to know when her window opened when her phone dinged with an incoming message from Scott McCall. She opened it to see a video. The camera focused on the large spiral etched into the metal wall, "You see this symbol? It's a symbol of revenge." The camera turned to face Scott with Jessie by his side, Deucalion behind them.
"You talk about balance," Jessie said. "About saving people. But we know what you really want."
"And now you know where to find us," Scott concluded, ending the message.
Stiles slowly came to, groaning in pain. He had one massive headache. The storm was still blowing around the jeep as he turned and saw blood on the passengers side window. He gasped when he saw Georgie slumped in her seat, unconscious. He quickly unbuckled his seat belt and leaned over her, "Georgie? Georgie, wake up."
Her eyes remained closed as Stiles felt around her head for the source of blood. He felt a large lump and cut just behind her temple, the breath leaving his body at the thought of her... dead.
"No, no, no, no, no," he started breathing heavily, bordering on a panic attack, "no, no, Georgie? Come on, you gotta wake up." He cupped her face in his hands to make her face him, "Come on, you're a healer! You have powers—so—heal."
She was quiet. And still in his arms. He felt his eyes growing moist as he unbuckled her seat belt and tried to turn her body in his arms. He noticed the blood staining his fingers and his breath grew deeper and more rapid, "Please."
He heard a thump as something fell out of her jacket pocket. He peered down at the floor under her seat and saw a little brown book. He picked it up, opening it and seeing that it was a book of healing spells. He flipped through it, looking for anything. He didn't even know if he could make one work.
"Okay, okay, okay," he panted. "Sano... sanaret... vita."
He paused, looking at her face for any sign that she was okay. "Georgie?"
She hadn't moved. He scrambled for another spell, "Medicor...vulnus... malefica..."
She still hadn't moved. Stiles started to tear up, feeling incredible guilt at dragging her into this supernatural mess just for her to die because of him. "Wake up."
Isaac and Allison hurried to untie the parents as the ground started to cave in around them. Isaac shouted over the thunder, "Hurry! Watch out!"
Some shelves fell over on one side of them, on the other a wooden beam cracked and fell to the ground.
Chris screamed, "Come on, let's get out of here!"
They all tried to get to the stairs just as the weight of the storm destroyed them, the wood splintering in a heap on the ground in front of them. There was no way out.
"Cora, grab that table," Deaton said urgently as he and Marissa carried the twins inside one by one. Cora swept all the supplies off the table against the wall and wheeled it closer to the one Ethan was laid on top of. Deaton laid Aiden on the other as Lydia glued herself to his side and grabbed his hand under Deaton's instructions.
"Can you save them?" Cora asked quickly.
"Only if they start healing on their own," Deaton answered her grimly.
Scott and Jessie stuck closer to each other's sides next to Deucalion as they saw a figure approach the warehouse under the fog. Jessie gasped when the figure split into two and Derek walked in side by side with Jennifer.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked in shock.
"This might be hard to believe, but I'm actually trying to help you," Derek told him honestly.
"Ooh, like brother against brother—and sister," Deucalion hummed, almost excited yet sarcastic. "How very American this is. Are you ready, Jennifer?" The blind man began to fold up his walking stick as the woman glared deeply at him. "Did you gather your herbs, pray to your ancient gods and your oak trees... slit a baby's throat, perhaps?" He paused, stepping forward, "Should we show them why you needed to sacrifice nine innocent people?" As he spoke his voice grew deeper and more monstrous, hair growing on his face and skin turning a dark black color, "Just to face me? Or is it 12 now?" He eyes grew a deep dark red as he turned full apex predator.
"It's blocked!" Chris shouted over the wind, looking at the fallen stairs and no opening. He turned to Isaac. "What do you see? Anything?"
The werewolf shook his head. The ceiling above them started to crack and cave in even more. Chris shouted, "Look out!" throwing himself over his daughter to shield her. Isaac pushed Melissa into the Sheriff as the rocks started to hit him. Allison shouted his name, "Isaac!" as the Sheriff reached over and pull Isaac out of the way by the collar of his shirt.
The beam supporting the ceiling above them started to crack and fall. The Sheriff pulled Melissa away, "Melissa, go, go, go."
Isaac stood up under it and pressed his hands to the wooden beam, holding it up so it didn't crush everyone under it. He panted under the excursion, his eyes glowing yellow.
Derek instantly morphed, his eyes glowing bright blue as he lunged for Deucalion. The Demon-Wolf easily thwarted him and grabbed him by the chest. Jennifer attacked him from the other side, thrusting her hand against his body but her power stopped short. Deucalion laughed sardonically and grabbed her by the throat. He held both her and Derek up with his claws, tossing Derek against some crates and tires. Jessie gasped, going to his side. Deucalion slammed Jennifer onto the ground, the thump echoing.
Scott gaped at the scene before him, turning to check on Derek, seeing Jessie help him up off the floor. He turned to see Deucalion pick Jennifer up by her hair and hold her tightly, "Kill her."
The Demon-Wolf let out a monstrous roar, with Alpha power behind it so strong Scott fell to his knees, instantly transforming.
"Do it," Deucalion commanded. "Now kill her. Your parents are dying. That storm you hear, she's burying them alive. It's her connection to the telluric currents. Kill her, and it ends."
"It won't end," Jennifer argued. "Not with me. He'll have you kill everyone you love. It's what he does."
"They're dying," Deucalion repeated harshly. "Your mother and the parents of your best friends. Kill her now, and it's over. Become the alpha you're meant to be. Become a killer."
"Scott..." Jessie stepped forward, away from Derek. "He's not the way. Remember what I said to you back at the hospital. We always find something else. Remember what I've always told you. We're in this together..."
"From beginning to end," he finished for her, grinning, turning to Deucalion. "They're not dead yet."
"And who's going to save them, your friends?" Deucalion taunted him.
"My pack," Scott replied, standing to his full height, eyes glowing bright yellow.
Deucalion growled angrily, speeding over to Scott and grabbing him by the scruff of his neck and his wrist, claws out, "Maybe you just need a little guidance."
Jessie's breath hitched in her throat as Deucalion started dragging Scott towards Jennifer. She held up her hands, trying to tap into her powers to move Deucalion away from Scott, but it wasn't working. She stared at her hands in horror. The one moment she wanted them to work, to help and they were useless.
She felt guilt and anger build up in her and she shouted out, running at Deucalion with all she had. She smacked into the two of them, separating them. Scott gasped from the brunt impact but Deucalion wasn't as fazed. He growled at her, reaching for her throat but she held her hands up, and her powers glowed bright blue as they propelled him into a wall. Scott came up to stand next to her, "I forgot to tell you something. Something that Gerard told me. Deucalion... isn't always blind."
He pulled sparkers out of his pocket and threw them to the ground. Jessie quickly covered her eyes in time for the bright light to flash, blinding all the werewolves in the warehouse.
The wolves stumbled as their eyes adjusted. Jessie looked around when she noticed the dark blue hue of the night switch to a brown tone, knowing what it meant when she noticed Deucalion, Derek and Scott had all be stripped of their wolf forms.
"The eclipse," she commented.
Scott looked around until he noticed that Jennifer wasn't anywhere to be found anymore. "Oh no."
Isaac groaned when he felt his strength leave his body under the lunar eclipse, "I can't do it," he panted under the weight of the wooden beam, "I can't hold it. I can't hold it," Everyone, the Sheriff, Chris, Allison and Melissa tried to help him hold it up as he called out, "It's too much."
"It's too heavy!" Allison cried as it seemed they'd all capsized under the weight of it as it creaked above them.
Suddenly, Stiles slid into the root cellar with Georgie alive and well behind him. He stuck his new aluminum bat under the beam, supporting it. The Sheriff faced his son, more than a little relieved, "I always said aluminum was better than wood." The son and father hugged tightly.
Scott, Jessie, Deucalion and Derek starred in terror as the Darrach, in her real scarred face and wrapped in ripped pieces of a black dress. She was gunning for Scott, to get him out of the way but Jessie stood in front of her best friend. He gave her an incredulous look as the vampire held up her hands and thrust them towards the Darrach, propelling her back a few feet.
She roared loudly, thrusting her hands towards Jessie. The girl held her hands up, a brief pale blue force field deflecting the blow, but it sent her stumbling.
Scott quickly got up behind Jessie and caught her before she fell, holding her up. Jessie groaned as she stood up on her own two feet. The Darrach shrieked, throwing her hands up again while they were focused on each other and threw them back into the pile of crates and tires in the back of the warehouse.
She turned to Deucalion and snatched him up, throwing him onto the ground by his neck, much like he had done to her. She held his neck in a vice-like grip and smashed his head into the concrete by the back of his skull. She cried out as she kept smashing his skull into the ground, a small pool of blood forming underneath him.
Scott groaned and stood up. He reached down to help Jessie up but she seemed more out of it from the brunt than he did. He helped her sit up and she cried out in pain. "Jessie, what's wrong?"
"Nothing," she wheezed out. "One of the crates just scratched me is all. I'll heal."
"Are you sure?" Scott asked her urgently, his eyes widening.
"Yeah," she assured him.
Relieved, he turned away just as Derek stepped up from behind some crates. The older wolf interrupted Jennifer's attack, "Jennifer!"
She paused in her attack and looked over at him, no expression on her slashed up face and mouth. "He doesn't know," Derek told her.
"Know what?" she shouted in a monstrous voice.
"What you really look like," Derek explained. "He knows the cost of bringing Kali into his pack, but he's never seen the price you paid."
She paused, agreeing slowly, "No. No, he hasn't." She slowly pressed her hand to Deucalion's eyes. He started to scream in searing pain, but she only pressed harder. As soon as it started, it was over, and she pulled her hand way. "Turn to me." He started to hyperventilate under the fogging return of his vision. "Turn to me!"
Deucalion slowly turned his head to her, watching the slashed up monster in front of him in utter fear. She reverted back to her prettier face, scowling at him. She lifted her hand, fingers curling in the air as she prepared to strike, but her power didn't work. She fell backwards, Derek there to catch her, "What is this?"
"Healing him made you weak," he explained to her. "Just like healing Cora did to me. You won't have your strength for at least a few minutes."
"Then you do it," she whispered. "Kill him."
"No," he denied, holding her away from himself.
"What?" she surveyed him in confusion.
"Like my mother used to say, I'm a predator," he told her. "I don't have to be a killer."
Jennifer whimpered as he wrapped his hand around her throat. "Let them go."
She snarled at him, shoving him into another wall of crates next to the boiler system quite easily. He groaned in pain. She turned away from him but stopped short when she heard him standing up. She turned back to him. She stepped in front of him and grabbed him, slamming him against the metal boiler. He tried to hold her away from him by her neck but she kept slamming him against the wall. Derek held her back as much as he could, but for the moment she was stronger.
Until the Lunar Eclipse passed. Jennifer paused as if she felt Derek's power return to his body, his eyes glowing bright blue, "Your fifteen minutes are up."
He tried to attack her but she ducked away from him. Derek and Scott tried to lunge for her but she threw her hands up, powder falling around her in a protective circle—mountain ash.
"Like I told you, Derek, either you or the parents," she said harshly to him. "Well, I guess I'll just have to take them now. In a few minutes, they'll be dead, and I won't need a lunar eclipse, even to kill a demon wolf."
Scott lifted both of his hands in front of him, tentatively approaching the perimeter she forged around herself. She smirked when she realized what he was about to try, "You've tried this before, Scott. I don't remember you having much success."
He ignored her, blue waves lighting up as he pressed his hands against the force field, grunting. He pressed harder, and harder, his hands bending the invisible barrier. Jennifer's smirk started to fall as Scott got closer to the inside. He pushed until he could finally step a foot inside the circle, the field exploding, throwing Jennifer to the ground from the force of it.
He stood over her, face blank as she stared up at him in horror, backing away on her hands, "How did you do that?"
"I'm an alpha now," he told her confidently. "Whatever you're doing to cause this storm, make it stop, or I'll kill you myself. I don't care what it does to the color of my eyes."
Before anything else could happen, large vines sprouted from ground, wrapping around Jennifer's body like an anaconda. Smaller but still heavy vines wrapped around her neck as she was pulled up by her throat against the metal wall. They tightened around her skin, her form reverting to her real scarred body as the vines choked the life out of her. Her body went limp as the vines dropped it to the ground.
In the root cellar, the storm abruptly stopped, all the chaos around the teens and parents halting. Allison looked around, "Is it over?"
Suddenly, wood and vines dropped into the cellar from the opening where the stairs had once been, forming an intricate ladder for them to climb out of. Georgie smiled, knowing exactly who had saved them all.
Aiden and Ethan were stabilized thanks to Deaton and the assistance of Marissa. Cora helped Ethan stand on his two feet. Aiden laid on his table with Lydia's hand in his on top of his chest, "I knew."
"What?" she asked softly.
"I knew you liked me," he grinned, making her roll her eyes.
"My mother told me you were a man of vision once," Derek told Deucalion.
"We're letting you go because we hope you can be that man again," Scott told the alpha. "But if you're not, then having your eyesight back won't matter, because you'll never see us coming."
Deucalion nodded mutely, walking away, outside the warehouse.
Stiles felt his phone vibrate in his pocket as he helped Georgie out of the root cellar. "Scott?" he answered it.
"Hey, are you okay?" he heard Scott's voice.
"Yeah, we're okay," he told him. "We're all okay. How about you, you okay?"
"Sort of," Scott answered.
"Look, we just got out of the cellar, and my jeep isn't far so we'll meet you at your place, okay?" Stiles planned out.
"Sounds good," Scott said.
"Hey, where's Jessie?" Stiles asked as an after-thought. "Did she kick ass?"
Back in the warehouse, Scott snorted, "Definitely." But then he stopped short, realizing he hadn't heard Jessie say anything since Jennifer threw them earlier. He turned to look at her, she was sat up against the back metal wall, her eyes closed. "Jessie?"
"Dude, what's going on?" Stiles' voice asked over the phone.
Scott ignored him as he called out to Derek, "Derek!" and they raced towards Jessie. Scott kneeled over her and brushed her hair back, "Jessie, wake up!"
She blinked her eyes opened tiredly, "I'm sorry, Scott. I'm so sorry."
"What happened—you weren't that hurt, were you?" he asked frantically, looking for any wounds.
She sluggishly pulled her jacket away from where she held it over her abdomen, revealing a thick piece of wood from the crate sticking out from her chest where it stabbed through her. "If I told you sooner... you wouldn't have beaten her. Would've been distracted."
"We need to get her to a hospital," Derek said quickly as Scott starred in horror at his best friend mortally injured.
"It's too late for that," Sonia's voice rang through the warehouse. "You must take her to Deaton."
"Where'd you come from?" Derek asked.
She gestured to the vines that killed Jennifer, "Who did you think was responsible for that? It doesn't matter now, you must take her to Deaton's clinic. He's already there."
"Hold on, Jessie," Scott begged her as he scooped her up in his arms. "Just for a little while. We'll save you."
Stiles phone fell away from his ear, looking at the group. Isaac's face grew worried, "What's wrong with Jessie? Stiles?"
"I don't..." he trailed off, just as worried, "I don't know."
Scott chewed on his thumbnail nervously as he sat in the waiting room with the others. Allison and her dad sat in some chairs, worry on their faces. Derek leaned against the wall next to the door. Stiles and his father stood in the opposite corner. Isaac paced the floor with Cora, Lydia and the twins watching from Jessie's desk as Deaton, Melissa and Marissa worked on Jessie in the back room.
Everyone flinched when they heard a loud shriek of pain come from Jessie. Lydia cried silently into her hands. Aiden reached over and wrapped his arms around her.
"This is all my fault," Scott whispered to himself.
"No it isn't," Sonia told him as she walked in with Georgie. "The girl knew exactly what she was doing when she made the choice to help you."
"What are you talking about?" Derek asked harshly.
"A Seer that works with the Duster Family foresaw Jessie's inevitable death, if she faced the Darrach with you," Sonia told them. "Alex and Emily warned her, told her to leave Beacon Hills in order to live. But she chose to stay and fight by your side, boy-wolf."
"Oh my god," Allison breathed out. "She sacrificed herself."
Marissa quietly walked out to the lobby, blood covering her clothes. Derek jumped to her side. Everyone else jumped up onto their feet. Isaac got right into her face, "Where's Jessie? Is she okay?"
Marissa looked like she was about to cry, "Deaton is still working on her. There was nothing more that I could do in there."
"Is she going to be okay?" Stiles asked worriedly.
"I don't know," she whispered.
"What about you, Georgie?" Stiles turned to his girlfriend. "Can't you use one of those spells in your little book?"
She faced him, furrowing her eyebrows in confusion, "How do you know about that?"
"I—I found it," he told her. "In the crash, you were really hurt. It didn't—it didn't look like you were going to wake up," he paused, remembering the emotions he went through when he thought she wouldn't make it. "Your book fell out of your pocket so I read some spells out of it."
"And it worked?" Sonia asked, slightly shocked.
"Yeah, and it can work for Jessie too," Stiles rushed out. "Go—help her!"
Georgie gave him a reluctant work, "Those spells are small, Stiles. They're only meant to work on small wounds, cuts, bruises. Even if they did work on her, they wouldn't do much. The rest would be up to her, if she can heal fast enough."
"Do whatever you can," Isaac insisted, his heart rising just to plummet again as he thought of Jessie's broken body.
Hours passed until both Deaton, Melissa and Georgie walked back into the lobby with deep frowns on their faces. The group all faced them in anticipation.
"Well?" Isaac asked quickly.
Melissa had tears falling out of her eyes. Georgie slowly shook her head as Stiles came closer to her, wrapping his arms around her.
"What?" Scott gasped. "No, she's okay right? She's got to be okay."
"I'm so sorry, Scott," Melissa whispered to her son. "There's nothing more we can do. She isn't healing like you."
"Georgie tried nearly every spell in her book," Deaton explained. "But none of them worked. She has an... emotional block on her powers. She isn't letting herself heal."
"Like Scott when he thought Derek died," Allison guessed. "Can't you just patch her up? Make her think it's healing and—and then she'll heal."
"We tried," Melissa answered the girl. "She won't make it through the night. Maybe you should all say your goodbyes..."
The room was suddenly quiet, no one knowing who should go first. Deaton took control, "She asked for Allison."
All eyes turned to the girl in question. "Me?" Allison pointed to herself hesitantly.
"Go on," Deaton encouraged her.
Allison slowly, tentatively walked through the doorway to the back room. After a little while, she walked out, her face wet with tears streaming down her cheeks.
"What did you talk about?" Chris asked his daughter.
"She forgave me," the girl whispered, letting her father hug her to him.
One by one, people took time to go the back room to see her. Until it was only Scott and Isaac left.
"Go ahead, man," Scott told Isaac, not knowing if he could face her when she was dying because of him.
Isaac took a deep breath and walked back, the breath leaving him when he saw her body laying limp on the steel table. She smiled weakly, "Hey."
"Why did you stay—if you knew?" he asked her quietly. "You could have left—and you'd be okay."
"But you guys might not have been," she wheezed. "I'm sorry, Isaac. I couldn't leave you behind."
"We would have been fine, Jessie," he whispered, taking a seat next to her, taking her hand in his tightly. "As long as you were okay, we would have been fine. But you're..."
"I'm dying," Jessie gasped out loud. "I'm sorry, Isaac."
Isaac stared at the girl he's loved for what's felt like a lifetime, not knowing what he could possibly say. "Please don't go. Jessie—just heal. Okay? For me. For all of us."
"I wish I could..." she swore, "I do. I just... wanted to say goodbye..."
"I don't want to say goodbye," Isaac cut her off, squeezing her hand.
Jessie began to cry silently, croaking, "You have to... Isaac, you have to. I don't want to go either."
"I love you," he confessed quietly, "Jessie, I love you. I don't think I'm ever going to not love you."
"I'll always love you too," Jessie told him honestly. "That was never going to change. But you need to move on. Please. For me. For you. Find some way to be happy and don't you dare stop fighting."
Isaac sobbed into his hands on top of hers, "I can—I can't do this. You were the reason I became what I am, you've been the reason I've fought for my life. You're the first person who looked at me and saw something in me. I'm nothing without the definition you've given me."
"It's still there, Isaac, it's in you," she weakly told him. "It always was. You can do this, I promise you."
He leaned his forehead onto hers and pressed his lips to hers. She let him, if only to make saying goodbye easier. He pulled away quietly, "I love you."
"I love you too," Jessie said.
He pulled away and awkwardly cleared his throat, "I'll got get Scott."
Isaac walked outside, roughly wiping under his eyes, "Scott—you're up."
Scott shook his head, "I can't... I can't..."
"Sweetie, look at me," Melissa grabbed her son's attention. "This is not your fault. But if you do not go in there right now, and she dies, you'll regret it forever, I promise. There is nothing to be afraid of anymore. You need to say goodbye to your best friend, sweetie."
Scott nodded slowly, breaking away from his mother to walk into the back room. He paused just before the room, taking a deep breath. He walked in, feel his heart constrict when he saw her laying on the table, limp as a rag doll. Her chest fell rapidly up and down, breaths wheezing out of her mouth painfully. Her eyelids were falling down but her eyes fell on him, looking unfocused, "...Scott..."
He had to almost hold his breath, to hold the tears back, "Jessie... why the hell did you stay? Why did you tell us?"
She swallowed loudly, "If I did... you wouldn't have let me—help."
"But you'd be alive..." he replied in disbelief. "I wouldn't care if you left us behind if it meant you'd live. What are we supposed to do now?"
"Keep going," she whispered. "Don't worry about me anymore. You have so much on your shoulders that you forget that you have a life to live."
"Why?" Scott asked. "Everything I do, every time I try to help, people keep getting killed. It got your dad in a coma, it got your brother killed, almost killed our parents, now I've gotten you killed."
"I knew exactly what I was doing, Scott," she assured him softly. "And I don't regret a thing. I don't. I've been so tired of fighting for months... I'm not tired anymore..."
"Jessie..." Scott leaned over her, brushing her hair out of her face, cupping her cheek, "I..."
Just then he heard commotion from the lobby and heavy footsteps and turned to see Alex and Connor – the guy he'd met at the bank the night he saved Deaton – practically sprinting into the clinic.
"Hello Scott," Connor greeted in his Irish brogue.
"Scott," Alex spoke quickly and hastily, "we may have a way to save Jessie—but it involves changing her."
"What?" Isaac asked, racing into the room after them. Stiles, Georgie, Allison, Lydia, Derek and Deaton all piled into the room after them.
"How?" Scott asked, standing close to Jessie's head, absently stroking her hair.
"With this," Alex answered, holding up a necklace chain with a vile of thick red liquid.
"Is that blood?" Lydia asked disgustedly.
"Not just any blood," Connor answered her. "Pure vampire blood. Jessie's father and his family each had a vile of it. They carried it around to remind them of their roots."
"Also, they knew they would get full vampire power if they drank it," Alex cut in. "Even if they weren't full blooded vampires—like Jessie, like her father."
"Will it save her life?" Allison asked loudly.
"Full blooded vampires could heal four times faster than werewolves and any other supernatural creature," Deaton reached into his memory. "If she drinks it and changes in time then she'll heal almost instantly."
"Then what are you waiting for?" Derek asked.
"Yeah, give it to her now!" Isaac growled.
Alex walked over to Jessie's side, holding her head up, and tilted the vile of blood into her mouth. "Drink it, Jessie," Alex begged her. "Please—it'll save your life."
Jessie gagged at the taste, but forced herself to swallow it. She gasped when she had finished, trying to swallow all of it down, breathing harshly through her nose.
"How will we know if it worked?" Scott asked hopefully.
"If she changes, then she'll heal instantly and be okay," Alex said. "We just have to wait and see."
"How long?" Isaac asked, practically shaking.
"We don't know, mate," Connor told the werewolf.
Isaac gave the older man a suspicious expression, "Who are you?"
"Someone who wants Jessie to live just as much as any of you," he answered cryptically.
The group all waited with baited breath to see if the blood would really save Jessie's life. Her eyes drifted closed, but suddenly, her breathing spiked and her body started seizing on the table. Her mouth opened to let out a loud shriek that had all the werewolves holding their ears in pain. Alex and Deaton lept forward to hold her still, hoping beyond hope that this was her transformation.
But her body suddenly dropped just as quickly as it had seized, motionless. Her breathing remained rapid for a few moments before it began to slow. Scott trained his ears in on her heartbeat, feeling his heart practically skip a beat when her heart slowed to a stop.
"Her heart isn't beating anymore..." he stated in disbelief, "It's not beating anymore... why isn't it—is that part of it?"
Connor and Alex both exchanged sorrowful looks that said all they needed to say.
Scott stumbled back into another counter, jars clanging from the impact. He looked around the room with wide eyes. He saw Isaac and Derek embrace, the younger wolf practically hanging off of his former alpha in grief. Stiles had fallen to a chair, Georgie hugging his shoulder with tears in her eyes. Lydia and Allison hugged each other, both crying silently. Alex still leaned over Jessie's dead body in pain, Connor stepped forward and put a hand on his shoulder but it did little to help his sadness.
Jessie Hansen was dead.
I'm working on the epilogue as you read this guys, so don't worry, Jessie will be back. Somehow ;) Otherwise, let me know what you think of this ending.
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