A/N: *waves sheepishly* Hi. So... I didn't update earlier because I was watching Japanese dramas and YouTube videos with my sister. #sorrynotsorry #noregrets LOL. Anyway, better late than never, right? :)

EDIT: So this story went batshit crazy and wouldn't let people access the 38th chapter and I've tried deleting and editing and changing up the chapter but it STILL won't be accessed. OML. If you're seeing this, then great! It's working again, but I'm pissed and apologize for being Sinrek-blocked.

SATURDAY
APRIL 5, 2011

I sat on a chest, flipping through probably the fiftieth book this morning. My mind was going haywire with all of this information about all these mythical creatures. Who knew so many existed?

Banshees, kitsunes, were… everything (seriously, jaguars, coyotes?), possessed spirits, Berserkers, vampires… anything I thought was just fantasy? Ha. Yeah, no. Though, I am glad that vampires don't really sparkle. Like… what was the author thinking?

I could hear footsteps, and I glanced up from the book of South American chupacabras (believe me, I was thoroughly confused when I saw this book as well).

From the scents, I could immediately tell it was Boyd and Erica, who have made their decision.

Apparently, last night, while wandering, they had encountered a pack of werewolves. They told Isaac and I about it, and they were stuck in a rut between staying or leaving us. From the look on Isaac's face last night, I could see he was also troubled, too.

In fact, I was supposed to meet with Isaac and talk it over with him during lunch in a little bit.

"You decided," Derek declared. "When?"

"Tonight," Erica replied quietly. Derek didn't even blink. I can't say I was surprised, either. Once you begin doubting, unless there's some heavy reassurance – there won't be any turning back.

"Everyone's gonna be at the game," Boyd explained. "We figured it was the best time."

"It's not like we want to," Erica said earnestly, looking from Derek to me. I saw how apologetic her eyes were.

Derek stepped forward, looking at the two youngest Betas. "What do you want?" he asked.

"Since I just turned sixteen a month ago, I wouldn't mind getting my license," Erica admitted. "I can't do that if I'm dead, you know."

"Well, I told you there was a price," Derek said.

"Yeah, but you didn't say it would be like this," Boyd replied.

"Yeah, but I told you how to survive," Derek told them. "You do it as a pack. And you're not a pack without an Alpha." He turned around and handed me another book.

"We know," Boyd told him.

Derek turned around, and saw the firmness in Boyd's eyes. "You want to look for another pack? How are you even going to find one?"

"We think we already did," Boyd admitted.

"Like, all of a sudden, we heard all this howling," Erica described. "It was unbelievable."

"There must have been a dozen of them," Boyd added.

"Maybe more," Erica nodded.

"Yeah, or maybe only two," Derek said firmly. "You know what the Beau Geste effect is? If they modulate their howls with a rapid shift in tone, two wolves can sound like twenty."

"Look, that doesn't matter, okay?" Erica exclaimed. "There's another pack out there; there's got to be. We've made up our minds." She looked up at Derek with conviction.

"Yeah, we lost, Derek," Boyd admitted defeat. "And it's over. We're leaving."

"No," Derek said firmly, shaking his head. "No, you're running. And once you start, you don't stop. You'll always be running."

Erica grabbed Boyd's hand, and the two stormed off. Derek leaned over the trunk of books he was searching through, and I stood up from where I was. I rubbed his back gently, feeling it tense before slowly relax under my touch.

I circled my arms around his waist, and bent my body slightly to mold against his. I nuzzled my nose into his back, taking in his natural scent. "You knew about it," Derek said, not even bothering asking.

"I did," I admitted. "They told us about it last night… us as in, Isaac and I. It's what we're going to talk about over lunch."

"You've made your decision already," Derek said. "While Isaac hasn't."

I nodded, turning my head so my cheek rested against his clothed back. (I really wish it was bare… Maybe later.) "You're stuck with me," I murmured gently. His back rumbled as he let out a small hum, before I pulled away from him. "It's about time for me to meet with Isaac. I'm gonna go to the game tonight, so call me if you need anything."

"Okay," Derek nodded. He turned around, so my face was now against his chest. He moved me and kissed me briefly before I extracted myself from him. I walked out, leaving the Hale Manor.

I slipped into my car, and drove off. I was meeting Isaac at a little Mexican diner in the heart of Beacon Hills. I was just parking my car, when Isaac walked up to my vehicle.

"Hey," I greeted, popping out. He nodded and we both strolled in together. We were quickly seated at a private booth in the back (per my request), and I sighed, looking at the menu, "I want quesadillas, but I can't decide which one…"

"Tell me about it," Isaac responded. He glanced up from the menu and asked, "Wanna share?"

"Sure," I shrugged. Isaac told me what he wanted, before I turned to the waiter. "Can I have four cheese, bean, chicken, and beef quesadillas?"

"Total?" the waiter inquired, looking at me with raised eyebrows.

I frowned. "No," I shook my head. "Each." … What? Werewolves burn a lot of calories, and plus, we were teenagers. And Isaac's a boy, so if he's anything like Stiles or Scott, he'll finish everything anyway.

The waiter blinked, but nodded nonetheless. He left Isaac and me alone, and I rested my elbows on the table, before perching my chin on the top of my folded hands. "Have you made your decision, yet?" I asked.

Isaac shook his head. "No," he admitted. "Does that make me a horrible person if I'm considering leaving Derek?" he asked.

"I don't think so," I replied honestly. "For Boyd and Erica, it's a safety thing, that's why they're leaving. They don't feel as secure as they should be, which is kinda true, because with Jackson running about and the Argents on our asses…"

"And you?"

"I could never leave Derek," I told him. As I chewed, I spun the straw in my cup of Coke, watching the ice move with it. I swallowed before continuing, "I wouldn't be able to live without him. There's also Scott, Stiles, and my dad to think about, too." I would never in my life imagine myself abandoning them. To me, these four were my family – my everything.

Isaac bit his lip before finishing the rest of his second quesadilla. "At first, when Derek offered me the Bite, I thought that I'd never have to suffer from my dad's hands again," Isaac confessed. "That with everything, my life would turn out for the better. Family, friends," he listed, "girls."

The corner of my lips twitched. "Anyone special in mind?" I teased.

"Well, before I was turned, I had this huge crush on you," Isaac admitted sheepishly. "But… you kind of never gave me the time of day." I frowned at that statement. "I mean, like, I'd always be behind Stiles and Scott on your list of 'important' people, y'know? You always knew when I was having a bad day and you talked and cheered me up. You also seemed to know about my dad, but didn't tell anyone, and I appreciated that."

"Isaac," I said softly, reaching forward. I placed my hand over his clenched one. "While it's true that Stiles and Scott are important to me, don't think that you mean any less to me. You're kind of stuck with me now." I gave a small chuckle. "And even if you choose to leave, you can always call me and I'll be there as fast as I can to help you out."

Isaac began to blink furiously, and I smiled softly. "Uh," he said, retracting his hand. He used his sleeve to wipe away at his eyes. "Thanks," he said quietly. "You don't know how much that means to me." He looked up at me, and I remembered the quiet, reserved human Isaac that didn't dare speak out of turn. I hadn't even realized how much he's burst out of his shell until just now. He was more confident – and stronger, not only physically, but mentally as well.

"You'll do what you think is right, Isaac," I told him reassuringly after I finished the last of my fourth quesadilla.

For the rest of the meal, Isaac and I talked quietly. It went from the whole Jackson-ordeal to just average things that we never really got to talk about: lacrosse, fun stories, school.

An hour later, we were in my car, heading to Dr. Deaton's. Isaac had wanted to talk to Scott to ask for his opinion before he made his mind, and I offered to give him a ride. I also needed to talk to Scott about the lacrosse game.

I pulled open the door and Isaac stepped in as the bell jingled. All of a sudden, the dogs started barking like crazy, and Isaac looked at me wearily.

Deaton and Scott walked out to the front, and the veterinarian walked forward. "It's okay, Isaac, Sindy," he said, opening the small door for us. "We're open."

I furrowed my brows as I smelled something strange, walking into the back. I looked down at the suffering dog on the table.

"Why does it smell like that?" Isaac inquired, seeing Deaton and Scott go back to working on the dog. The two turned to the curly-haired boy. The two exchanged looks and chuckled softly. "What?"

"Scott said almost the same thing to me a few months ago," Deaton replied, while Scott nodded. "One day, he could tell the difference between which animals were getting better, and which... were not."

"He's not getting any better, is he?" Isaac asked, looking at the little dog as it whimpered in pain. Deaton shook his head. "Is it cancer?"

"Osteosarcoma," Deaton replied. "It has a very distinct scent, doesn't it? Come here." Isaac walked over to the vet. "I know you're well-aware of what your new abilities can do for you: improved strength, speed, and healing… You ever wonder what it could do for others?" Isaac looked down at the dog. "Give me your hand. Go on."

Deaton placed Isaac's hand over the dog, and I watched as the veins on Isaac's hands and arms grow darker as the dog relaxed under his touch. I smiled softly.

Isaac pulled his hand away and lifted his shirt to see the dark veins fading away. "What did I do?" he asked, looking at me.

"You took some of his pain away," Scott supplied.

"Only a little bit," Deaton added. "But sometimes, a little can make quite a difference." Isaac sniffled into his wrist, trying to mask his tears.

Scott looked at me and smiled before turning back to the younger Beta. "It's okay," he told him. "First time he showed me, I cried, too."

"Then Scott ran all the way to the hospital," I told Isaac. "Found me working and quickly showed me. It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen," I supplied.

Isaac looked up, and smiled through his tears.

We stepped back, waiting for Deaton to finish treating the dog. Once he was done, the vet took the dog away, and Scott began to clean up.

"They're leaving tonight, during the game," Isaac told Scott.

Immediately, Scott knew who the taller boy was talking about. "So, why are you telling me?"

"I'm not telling you," Isaac sighed, turning to look at the brunet. "I'm asking you. I'm asking for your advice."

"From me?" Scott looked incredulous at Isaac. "Why?"

"Because I trust you," Isaac replied simply.

Scott looked at me, confused. I smiled at him, and he turned back to Isaac. "Why?"

"Because you always seem to want to do the right thing," Isaac replied honestly. And it was true. No matter how much I scolded Scott for making "wrong" decisions, Scott always had the best intentions… just the wrong ways of doing things.

"I usually have no idea what I'm doing," Scott admitted. Didn't take a genius to figure that out. "Actually, I always have no idea what I'm doing." Tell me about it.

"Hmm," Isaac hummed, chuckling softly. "Do you want to let me know what you're doing right now?"

"I'm not going anywhere, if that's what you mean," Scott told him. "I have too many people here who need me." He looked at me, and I smiled gratefully. He returned a small one in reply.

"Well, I guess that makes me lucky, 'cause… uh, 'cause I don't have anyone, so…" Isaac looked down, before making a move to walk out.

"Are you gonna go with them?" Scott asked.

"Yeah," Isaac nodded. "Yeah, I think I will. And Sindy?" I glanced up to look at him. "Thanks for being supportive."

I gave a small smile. "Any time, Isaac. Remember, I'm just a phone call away."

Isaac nodded and said, "Good luck with the game, though."

"Well, thanks," Scott said, "but… I'm not – I'm not going either. Can't even think about playing some meaningless game right now."

Isaac arched his brow at Scott. "You weren't at practice last week, were you?"

"No," Scott admitted, shaking his head. "I skipped it. Why?"

"Then you didn't hear?" Isaac inquired.

"Hear what?" Scott looked from Isaac to me and then back to Isaac.

"Jackson was there," Isaac and I responded at the same time.

"What do you mean there?" Scott echoed. "Like, he was–"

"As if nothing had happened," Isaac informed matter-of-factly.

"Really? That means – the game tonight?"

"Yeah." Isaac nodded. "He's playing."

"That's what I came to ask you about," I sighed. Isaac gave us a small wave, before leaving the clinic. I sighed heavily one more time, leaning back against the counter as I looked at Scott. "So, what're you going to do?"

Scott looked at me strangely. "Go to the game, obviously."

I rolled my eyes. "I know that," I told him. That much was obvious. "I meant about Jackson."

"… I'll think of something," Scott said eventually. "Do you think Stiles might have a plan?"

"He has something that's usually involved with psychotic killers, maiming, and possible death." I shrugged. He never had good plans, but they were decent enough to go along with until things work.

"Let's go, then," Scott urged. He rushed off to tell Deaton he was leaving and I walked out of the clinic to my car.

Twenty minutes later, we were at my house, sitting on Stiles's bed, looking at my brother.

"I got nothing," Stiles admitted. Scott tossed him a frustrated look and huffed. "Hey, don't you huff at me, mister!" my brother snapped. "I'm not the one that's the teenaged werewolf here." Then he paused, "Actually… I'm the only one not a teenaged werewolf here."

Scott turned to me. "Derek doesn't have a plan?" he questioned.

I turned my eyes onto him. "I told you that he was doing research on the Kanima, because you insist on saving him."

"I don't see why we can't kill him," Stiles said casually. I had to admit, though I was against killing Lydia, killing Jackson was a tempting thought.

"We are not killing him!" Scott exclaimed firmly. Ugh, it was just a thought. What a party pooper. No cake for him. "The game starts soon. We should get going… We'll think of something."

I sighed and nodded, before we piled into my car. I drove off to the school, and couldn't help but note the tense atmosphere inside my car. I rolled down the windows slightly, hoping to ease it.

Nada.

The car ride was silent, and when I slipped into a parking spot at the school, we all piled out. The three of us headed to the locker room, where multiple players were bustling about.

I watched as Stiles and Scott got changed, and I focused on Jackson, who was conversing with Danny.

"You okay, dude?" Danny asked the star player.

"I'm perfect," Jackson replied stiffly.

"Well, we all know that," Danny chuckled, joking quietly. "But are you okay? You didn't answer my texts all week. I'm getting worried about you." My brows furrowed as there was no response from Jackson. Apparently, Danny was discomforted as well, because he called, "Jackson. Jackson!"

"Stay in the goal tonight, Danny," Jackson advised. "Do not come out. And if you see me coming towards you, run the other way… as fast as you can."

"Something's gonna happen tonight," Scott said in a hushed whisper towards me.

"I can hear that," I said stiffly. "You have to make sure to keep an eye on him the entire time on the field. Stop him the second you feel he's out of line."

Scott nodded stiffly.

There was the familiar static sound of Coach's megaphone and I groaned softly.

"Good morning," Finstock greeted us all. "In less than an hour, aircraft from here will be joining others from around the world. And you will be launching the largest aerial battle in the history of mankind. Mankind – that word should have new meaning for all of us today."

"What the hell is he talking about?" I heard a familiar voice say. I angled my head and saw Melissa standing next to Stiles in the back.

"He does this every year," Stiles supplied with a heavy sigh.

"Seriously?"

"Yeah," my brother sighed.

"We are fighting for our right to live," Finstock quoted.

"Yeah!" some players cheered.

"Wait," Melissa realized. "Is this–"

"Yeah," Stiles nodded. "It's the speech from Independence Day. It's Coach's favorite movie."

"He doesn't know any sports speeches?"

"I don't think he cares," Stiles shrugged, and I had to agree with him there. Coach Finstock was… a unique one, that's for sure.

"Today we celebrate our Independence Day!"

"Yeah!" multiple players shouted. Boy, this speech just got people riled up so much. It was understandable, I guess, but… this is a lacrosse game.

"Well spoken, Coach," an old, stern voice said from behind. I tensed beside Scott as the old man walked forward, smiling at us all. "I might have chosen something with a little more historical value, but there's no denying your passion. And while I haven't been here long, there's no denying my pride in having a winning team for this school. I know you'll all be brilliant tonight, even with only one co-captain leading you."

Scott and I turned to each other, eyes wide.

"Now, I'm your principal, but I'm also a fan," Gerard continued. "So don't think I'll be content to watch you merely beat this team. Get out there and murder them."

Oh, shit.

"You heard the man!" Finstock called. "Asses on the field!"

"Yeah!" the players all scrambled, while Scott made a beeline to Finstock. I saw Gerard moving from the corner of my eye and I glowered at him. He returned it with a sadistic smirk before walking out of the locker room.

"Coach!" Scott called. "Are you benching me?"

"It's not my decision," Finstock said regretfully.

"But I have to play," Scott urged.

"McCall, you're failing three classes and academics come first," Finstock replied.

"Coach, you don't get it," Scott replied. "You have to let me play."

"McCall, no," Coach said with finality. "Not tonight. Tonight, you're on the bench."

I clenched my fists together tightly, just as I heard footsteps appear next to me. "What's going on?" Stiles asked. "Why's Scott being benched?"

"Scott's failing three classes and academics come first," I repeated Finstock's words with a spit. "Of all times for Finstock to bench Scott, he has to do it now?!"

"Gerard obviously did something," Stiles pointed out.

"No shit," I rolled my eyes at Stiles. I bit my bottom lip nervously. "How the hell are we gonna keep an eye on Jackson when all three of us are on the bench?"

"How fast can you whip up a poison that makes everyone on the bench but Scott and I sick?" Stiles turned his head to me as we walked out of the locker room.

I looked at my crazy brother. "I am not poisoning the team!" I exclaimed. "And I don't even know how!"

"Easy!" Stiles exclaimed. "Mix in a little this and that and this and that and bam! Some weird concoction that you can say helps with the nerves and makes you perform better but instead, gives them explosive diarrhea. With everyone else out of commission, that'll mean Coach will have no choice but to put Scott on the field."

"I'm not poisoning the team, Stiles," I rolled my eyes. "But it is a good point. If most of the players get knocked out, there will be no choice but to put you in."

"There's like, ten people on reserve on the bench," Scott quipped. "Some don't even play at all. What are the chances over ten people are going to get injured this game?"

"The same chances of Jackson actually being a Kanima if he's on the field without us," Stiles replied. "Add in possible death."

"No one's dying tonight," Scott hushed, but from the look on his face, he didn't look like he fully believed his words.

As we stepped out onto the field and sat down on the bench, I couldn't help but sigh.

We were going to get murdered not only on the field, but off it as well…

Ugh. I love Isaac. I'm glad I was able to write those Isaac/Sindy moments in. ^^ I'm hoping for more of those in the future. (I'm not sure myself, because this story tends to write itself...) So. Yeah.

Anyways, since the last question asked about what fics people read, others actually asked for fic recommendations, so I threw on my Tumblr teaser page some fic recs as well! Please take my recommendations with a grain of salt because I believe that everyone's level of "good" is different. I'm not the best author in the world. I've no right to criticize anyone's work unless they specifically ask. If a story you find is great but isn't on the list the people requested from me, then it doesn't mean the story you like isn't great. It just means I've either (A) haven't read it or (B) it wasn't my cup of tea. What I've posted are my opinions and jeez, this is the internet. GOD FORBID I have an opinion, right? =-=;; So no complaints please.

I just wanted to get that out of the way. One thing I absolutely can't stand is people taking advantage of the anonymity behind the computer screen on the internet and being out-right cruel to people - whether it's a blog, a story, a video. ANYWAYS. HAPPY THOUGHTS.

Well, not really happy persay, but OHMYGOD. That new episode last night (Monday night - whatever - it's midnight on Wednesday, idk what to classify Monday night as)! I won't spoil it for those of you have haven't watched it - I know some people take a bit longer to catch up because of real life. BUT. I DID NOT EXPECTED [THAT PERSON] TO BE THE BENEFACTOR. LIKE. WHUT. *MINDBLOWN*

Also, wtf is with the writers randomly shoving Braeden in? Was it REALLY necessary to have her "questioning" that dude? AND showing up to help Scott? Derek could've honestly done it himself, deteriorating wolf powers or not. =-= The writers are just pushing for Braeden to be popular too much, but from what I've read on Facebook comments and whatnot - she's not really popular. xD Though I must admit, Braeden has nice boobs. *nods* Uh... if that comment made you guys question my sexuality, I'm 100% straight, but I admire how some girls look. Don't worry about invading my privacy. xD There's no such thing as TMI with me, so don't hold back with your questions. xD The Q&A is my favorite part of this series (besides Sinrek).

Question of the Day: Since you guys want filler fluff chapters, what do you like to see?

And before anyone requests it - yes. Lots of sex at Derek's loft. Bathroom, balcony, against the glass, on the floor, on his bed, on the stairs. Though I am open to suggestions on how. You guys can't send links via review, but shoot it towards me on Twitter, Tumblr, ask - whatever.

K. I'm gonna stop. Bai. I'm a perv.

Q&A

taciturnAnalyst asks: Do you plan stuff for this or does it have a life of its own?
Well, I just have a general idea of what I want to write - but the little details that occur, like Allison/Sindy's fight, Sindy/anybody moments, are all spur-of-the-moment ideas unless a reviewer pitches it to me. The only things I've actually thought of was: Sindy becomes a werewolf at the end of Season 1... and one more event that is hinted in the next chapter to Sindy, but that's it. Other than that - this story has a life of its own. :)

Supernatural Creatures Rock100 asks: (1) What show is your guilty pleasure? (2) Will Season 3A be kind of AU because of Sinrek? (3) Will you keep it to the canon of Derek losing his Alpha powers? (4) Will Sindy drown with Stiles to save their Dad because their twins or will it just be Stiles and Sindy is doing something else?
(1) I don't have a guilty pleasure. ^^ I've very truthful with what I like/dislike as long as it doesn't hurt anyone's feelings. So I don't have a guilty pleasure. Just pleasures. xD I only watch The Big Bang Theory, Arrow and Teen Wolf, though I do plan to watch Constantine, The Flash, and Gotham when it premieres. I have a long list of shows I need to watch, though. I can list them, if you want. (2) A little bit - yes. (3) I probably will have Derek lose his Alpha powers, but have them regain them by the end of Season 4. I like Dominant/Alpha!Derek. ;) (4) ... Stiles drowns? OH. YOU MEAN THE DYING WITH THE NEMETON. I still haven't decided. Maybe you guys should decide for me? I'll probably ask later on. The issue is that Cora was dying during that entire time, but I could always arrange it so it happens before Scott/Stiles/Allison "die" to locate their parents.

smilychick89 asks: What is the relationship between Cora and Sindy going to be like in Season 3a?
Hopefully good? :) Cora doesn't really show up much, but I believe Cora's just older than Scott, Stiles, and Sindy by a year, so Cora and Sindy will probably get along well. :3 She'll probably be iffy with Sindy's age at first, but I'm assuming she'll warm up to our little feisty brunette. :)

The Person Under Your Bed asks: Will Sheriff Stilinski ever ask Derek over for dinner? And then have that awkward conversation?
I'm hoping it'll happen in the next few chapters sometime. I don't know if it'll be awkward, but... I can imagine Stiles sneaking in a few jabs at Derek and then later on Derek and Sindy (mostly Derek) will give Stiles hell for doing that. xD OOH. I JUST THOUGHT OF AN IDEA. SEX TALK WITH PAPA STILINSKI. LOOOOOOL.

Kaylee100 asks: (1) Were you shocked like me when you found out who the Benefactor was? (2) Are you a Stydia or Stalia or Marrish shipper?
(1) Dude, I was so shocked I yelled at my laptop screen at 9:45pm going, "WHAT?! NOOOOOOOO. WTF. HOW." (2) Um... I'm none of them? I don't really ship anyone on Teen Wolf, but I can give you my opinions on the pairings, if you don't mind:
Stydia - Okay, from the very beginning, it's been established that Stiles loves Lydia. I find it absolutely adorable how he cares about her, and I'm kind of disappointed that in Season 4, it's not as touched much, but I think it also has to do with the idea that a great guy like Stiles won't wait around forever, so girls, if you ever have a guy like that: SNATCH HIM UP BEFORE IT'S TOO LATE.
Stalia - This relationship reminds me of how Derek and Sindy started out. It was physical before growing into feelings. Add to that, Stiles and Malia don't call each other "boyfriend/girlfriend" JUST LIKE how Derek and Sindy didn't have a label in the beginning of their relationship. I feel like it was out of nowhere though, but that just might be because of the actors' chemistry. *shrug* I feel like lots of the relationships are forced. LOOL. Minus Holland Roden's relationships. MAN. That girl has great cast chemistry!
Marrish - Parrish is so hot, I cannot. Lydia and Parrish have so much chemistry together, it's unbelievable. I honestly don't mind if Lydia ends up with Stiles and I don't mind if Lydia ends up with Parrish. Either way, it'll be great. I liked her with Aiden and Jackson... Jackson's meh. But... Jackson wasn't very developed well by the writers, so... *SHRUGS* Seems like he went from blaming Lydia for everything to "I love you. Thank you for loving me." So... yeah. :/

lillyrosenight asks: Is it crazy to say that I love you for writing this amazing piece of work, that in a matter of weeks has captured my heart?
First off: I'm touchedthat my story has affected you so much. :) Second, no. It's not. I've fallen in love with stories that have caused me to just LOVE my OTPs nowadays, and it takes a lot for me to have an OTP. I only have three. Also, I've fallen in love with each and every one of you readers. You guys truly inspire me to keep writing. :)

Anon asks: What is gonna happen when Derek loses his wolf? And would Sindy and Derek still be mates?
Well, I'll have to see what actually happens to Derek in Season 4, first. And definitely. Mates for life, remember? :)

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Guest #2: Flufffffff it is! :)
Lucy Greenhill: Thank you~ xoxo
Atlafan1286: I used to read Harry/OC fics. LOOL. Then I moved on to Cedric/OC and Sirius/OC. :) Sirius is so handsome and the stories are amazing. But I HATE how they ALWAYS end in tragedies. :'(
WickedlyMinx: OH MY GOD. DO YOU GUYS WANT DEREK TO BE SHOT OR SOMETHING.
Kaylee100: Well, she is the sheriff's daughter, so of course, she'll have to know how to use a gun! ^^
Black Wolf Lady: Thank you! I read a lot of anime fanfiction, too. xD I used to write a lot of it. xD Neji was my first anime love. :) ... And he's dead now. *heartbreak*
lillyrosenight: Happy belated birthday! ^^
StardustForDreamers: I live in California, so... fall/winter weather is just meh. It's the pollen/allergies that occurs during the summer time, more. LOOL. It's also my laziness. My sleep schedule is horrible, so that affects my health. xD Ugh. I've tried watching TVD three times. I stopped all three times because I can NOT stand Elena. *sigh* But I do know what happens because of canon fanfiction.
Starrheart: He is, isn't he? :/
megladon1616: LOOL. How are you gonna last through the fluff filler chapters? XD I can guarantee you lots of smut. xD
Anon: LOL. Thanks, but try to be patient with me? *crosses fingers* Especially when school starts up again?
casper6six6: Thank you~ And RIGHT? So much drama these days. *sighs*

A/N: The end section is getting so lengthy. xD And if you some of you guys are getting irritated by it, I'm sorry, but I'm not going to stop it. I LOVE replying and interacting with everyone here. I've gotten to learn names and I feel like it's a great way to get to know you guys better. :)

But anyways, drop a review~ And I'll see you guys next time! ^^