Author's Note;

This is it guys. This is the end. The final chapter. The end to the first book.

Yes, the first book, which does indeed mean that there will be a second :D

I'll be putting up a final little thing in the last 'chapter' talking about the book, so that will be up real soon as well.

Thanks for going all the way with me guys, I appreciate it so very much.

Love you all:)

xox

"Isaac? What about Isaac?" Jon asked, confused now.

"You didn't say his name when you were talking about them, you didn't…Tell me he isn't dead." I whispered,

"As far as we know, he's safe and sound," relief filled me at those words, I hadn't lost someone else.

"Then what's the big deal about this body?" I asked, now curious to see what the fuss was, I walked straight past my uncle, not listening to him as he said my name to call me back.

I froze at the entrance. Jon was right. It wasn't just a dead body. It was a message. And not a good one.

"How are we going to deal with this one?" I heard Shayne ask and I dragged my eyes away from the body to look at him,

"I don't know, this one is just so different. The others just had their throats cut, but this…." Rebecca trailed off, her eyes meeting mine for a second.

"We have to deal with it like we did the others. It doesn't matter if it's different, we need to get rid of it before someone else comes along and finds it." I said, making my way over to them, refusing to look back at this new body.

"It's the only thing we can do right now," Peter said in agreement,

"Peter, Shayne, come on then," Jon led the way, the three soon getting rid of the body.

"What do we do now?" I asked Rebecca, looking at her. From here I was lost.

"We wait for them to get back and then we figure it out together." She said, and so we waited.

"It's done?" Rebecca asked as Jon, Peter and Shayne returned,

"Yeah, it's done." Jon reassured her.

"Good. Let's go then, we'll tell the others about it in the morning," Derek said, leading the way out of the alley.

But we didn't quite make it.

"Where do you think you're going?" Angelique's voice came from behind us,

"Angelique." My voice was slightly strained at the sight of a dishevelled Lydia standing before us. She was still wearing the same clothes from weeks ago, her hair was all but a knot and her skin was dark with dirt.

"Hello sister. I've missed you," she said, looking at me with Lydia's eyes,

"Why did you do this?" Rebecca asked,

"Because I want to do what you never could mother," Angelique's voice was cold and harsh, just like she was.

"And what's that?" Jon stepped forward, actually talking to the niece he tried to kill for the first time.

"Get revenge for what you did all those years ago," Lydia's shoulders shrugged as if talking about getting revenge on someone wasn't a big deal, which to Angelique it obviously wasn't.

"If you even try to hurt him-" Rebecca began, protectiveness for her brother flaring up, but she was cut off,

"You'll what? Hurt me? Go ahead. I don't think Kayla or Derek or the rest of the pack will take kindly to you killing their friend." Angelique's voice was smug and it was indeed a good plan, a very good one.

"We need to find a way to get her out of Lydia," I hissed, turning my back on the grinning demon to converse with the others and try to figure out a plan,

"But how are we going to do that?" Shayne asked.

"Let's make her a deal," I said, a very bad plan forming in my mind,

"What kind of deal?" Derek asked,

"A kid type of deal," I shrugged, then turned to face Angelique again.

"Let's make a deal sis," I said,

"What's the deal?" she asked,

"You pick a game and we play it, you and me. If I win you leave Lydia's body, you win, I die." I said.

"Oh I like this deal, you and uncle die!" Angelique practically squealed, I didn't know why she wanted me dead so much, but if I could win this, then she'd be gone forever. I'd make sure of it.

"Kayla!" Rebecca sounded horrified.

"I can't believe she just did that…" Shayne muttered,

"Really? It's just like her, trying to save anyone and getting herself killed." Derek sounded incredibly bitter.

"Good on her." Jon's reaction was unlike any of the others.

"So what game are we going to play?" I asked, pushing all thoughts tinged with doubt aside,

"Let's play….20 questions….no that will take too long, let's make it 10 questions." She said.

"Ok then…tell me when you're ready."

"Already got it." She said, grinning.

"Are you a living creature?"

"Yes,"

"Are you a human?"

"No. Eight more."

"Are you a mammal?"

"Nope. Seven to go."

"Are you a reptile?"

"No."

"A marsupial?"

"No, come one Kayla, five to go."

"Are you a bird then?"

"Yay, she got one. Four left."

"Are you a big bird?"

"Nope."

"A little bird….Come on Kayla, think…" Fear was starting to grip me,

"A finch?" I asked,

"Nope, two more."

"A hummingbird?"

"Wrong. One more guess sis," she said,

"Are you nocturnal?" I asked,

"Yes." She said simply,

"You're an owl," I muttered,

"Too late. You got 10 not 11." Angelique's voice was gleeful. Mine however was gone. It was too late. It would always be too late. I couldn't save her, none of us could. Angelique got what she wanted and she always would.

"Screw this, I'm not going to let you kill her, or Jon!" Rebecca was standing in front of me all of a sudden,

"Don't, please don't. I lost. She's going to get what she wants anyway. Don't get hurt for me, I don't want anyone else to die because of me," my voice sounded cracked and broken to my ears. It sounded like I'd given up.

Because I had.

I'd given up on everything. On trying to beat Angelique. On the thought of getting rid of her. On getting Lydia back. On ever getting a normal life. On keeping everyone safe. I couldn't do it anymore. What was the point anyway? We were all just going to die in the end.

"That's not your choice to make Kayla. If I want to die for you I bloody will." Rebecca said, looking at me quickly before turning back to Angelique.

"I'm with Kayla, what's the point? She's going to get what she wants, why not just give it to her and save us all the pain?" Derek's words ripped the last little intact bit of me to shreds. I thought he would be the one to not give up. I thought he would be the one to stand in front of me, not my mother.

Shows how well I knew the people I cared about.

"Derek!" Rebecca was getting pissed now. Lydia's face was beaming. Jon looked a little confused. Peter's face was a mask, Shayne was all but shocked and Derek…well he looked like he'd given up a long ago.

"You all need to stop dying for me!" I muttered darkly,

"I don't want any of you to protect me. I can't stand seeing you all get hurt to try and save me. I'm the one who caused all of this, don't you realise that?"

"Of course we do. We just don't care." Rebecca muttered, my eyes closed in despair, they were all going to die because of me, her hand ran down my face once, from my temple to where it drifted away at my jaw line, the soft touch sent a shiver down my spine.

"Go to hell Angelique, you're not my daughter, you never will be." I couldn't open my eyes as my mother died for me, I stood there like the coward I was, blocking everything out, all the sounds, all the smells, all the emotions.

This was the end.

"Kayla. Open your eyes. Come on, you can open them now." I couldn't tell who was talking to me, but their voice made me want to open my eyes. My brain however was determined to not let that happen, it was telling me that I couldn't do that, that I couldn't watch as those I loved died.

"It's ok honey, I'm ok." My mother's voice was one I recognised. She was ok? She hadn't died for me. I opened my eyes and instantly wished I hadn't.

Two ambulances were at the end of the alley way, cop cars as well. My mother had passed by on a stretcher, her hand reached out towards me. I didn't want to take it though. I didn't want to get her blood on me.

"Kayla Lucas?" someone in a uniform was walking up to me, they looked so serious, like this hadn't happened. I couldn't even reply to them.

"Yeah, this is Kayla..." Jon's voice came from just behind me and his hand rested lightly on my shoulder,

"I need to ask her a few questions…" the person said slowly,

"She's in no state to be questioned by you. None of us are." Jon's voice held authority that couldn't be denied, even by this police officer.

"It's going to be ok Kayla, I promise," Jon whispered to me, walking away then and down towards the ambulance, my eyes were trained on his back. His back that was bleeding. How many people had to get hurt for it all too finally stop?

"..Kayla?" another voice. Why did everyone want to talk to me right now?

"What Derek?" I didn't want to talk right now, it was hard to talk. It felt like nails were scraping across my throat when I did.

"I'm sorry. I am so sorry. I don't know what got into me. I didn't see the point in anything. It all seemed so hopeless, it was like there was no way that we were ever going to win. I thought that I was going to lose everyone, the whole pack beca-"

"Because of me. You blamed me for it." I finished his sentence,

"No, not because of you. Kayla none of this is your fault, there is nothing you could of done to change any of this. Angelique wanted to kill us all, but she didn't." Derek took my hand which was limp in his.

"Kayla I can't apologise enough. I'd lost hope in everything. I thought it was all gone, I thought it would never come back. But it isn't gone, it never went anywhere. I just lost sight of it. Kayla you're my hope." He said.

"Derek I lost hope to. You saw that. I thought everyone was going to die. I thought I was going to die. I thought that my mother and father were going to die. I thought the pack was going to die. I though Jon was going to die. I thought Lydia was going to die, which she still might. Derek, I thought you were going to die. I don't like thinking everyone I love is going to die. I hate it. I can't have that anymore. Derek, you have to know that I will always love you. I said it, I love you Derek. But it's too late, sorry isn't enough." I took my hand from his, and walked past him, my eyes fixed only on the path in front of me, as I walked, someone's watched beeped and I heard the slight mutter of 'It's midnight already?' These midnight reaping's would haunt me forever that is something I knew.

"Sorry isn't enough for the things I did?" Derek called to me as I walked away from him, from the person I loved.

"No. Sorry isn't enough for the pain I'll bring all of you."