Hello All!

So here it is! Here's my sequel! It's a work in progress!

I hope you guys at least enjoy the first chapter. I'm going to try and keep it serious, as well as adding small drabbles here and there to keep it happy.

Trigger warnings: Mentions of abuse

Welcome to Seabrook! A unified committee, where everyone, humans, zombies, and werewolves live in peace. Where everyone lives in harmony and nothing can go wrong.

Until it does.

'I love you' That was the last thing Wyatt Lykensen heard from her before his world came crashing down. Before she disappeared out of his world forever.

Everything had been normal up to that moment. Seabrook High had welcomed zombies and werewolves with open arms, and werewolves decided that it was time for a change. So, they went to school to broaden their horizon. Learned human traits, as well as zombie traits, while teaching others their own traits. They were welcomed with open arms.

Werewolves, humans, and zombies lived in harmony. The anti-monster laws fell when a new mayor was elected, and everyone began to become friendly with others. Friendships became stronger.

As high school ended, college began for some, and their worlds changed. But every one of their relationships stayed the same. They were together, through the long haul.

Until one disappeared from their lives forever, without a trace.

Except for one.

The bracelet had been found in the woods, broken, and the charms yanked off and sprawled across the wet ground. Zed had found it, he knew, and he didn't have the heart to say anything. He had handed it back to Wyatt and moved to comfort Addison, wrapping his arms tightly around the white-haired woman as she began to cry. Bonzo took both Eliza and Bree into his arms. Bree was sniffling but wasn't crying, and Eliza held a frown on her face. Bucky cursed, stomping off. No one had the heart to go after him. Willa had walked up to her brother, wrapping her arms around him, and pulling him to her tightly, burying the beta into her shoulder. As Wynter let out a lone howl, the other wolves joining for their lost brethren. Wyatt had never cried before. He cried when his parents passed, and that was it. But as he buried his head against Willa's fur, hot tears stung at his eyes, falling past his eyelids and down his cheeks.

She was gone.

Brooklynn Marie Buchanan disappeared out of their world without a trace.

But they had to move on. It was what she would have wanted.

Three years passed since that night. And everyone had begun to move on. College came and went. While some went, others decided to go ahead and head into jobs. Addison went to the local Seabrook University with Eliza and Bree behind them. Addison went on to be an elementary school teacher, having found a love for teaching and coaching. She still cheered, but as a coach at Seabrook High. Eliza went to college for computer science, and computer forensics. She liked to stop the bad guys through computers, overthrow the oppressors. And Bree decided to go into business, using that to her advantage and becoming a businesswoman at Seabrook Medical.

Zed went into the police academy and became the head of the Seabrook Patrol. The Z-Patrol had been disbanded. Zombies and werewolves were no longer a threat. Zed took over Addison's father's job, they worked to keep the community safe, and sometimes dealt with zombies and wolves that wanted to go rogue, but other than that, Seabrook was peaceful. Bonzo went into music and helped to create children's music that was constantly played in Seabrook Children's Hospital, where he also went to play and make the little kids happy.

The werewolf pack stayed strong, and still stayed friends with their fellow humans and zombies. Wynter found it in her heart to become a mother to the pups in the pack, taking care of the ones that didn't have a family to go to and needed training before they received their moonstone necklaces.

Willa was still the alpha of the pack, growing stronger every day with her friends by her side. The elders since deemed her responsible enough and had taken their leave, leaving the pack to her responsibility.

And Wyatt. Wyatt had changed. He was still the carefree wolf he had been, but he had to make a few changes. When she had disappeared, the elders believed it was for the better, they hadn't been accepting of his relationship with her. Humans and werewolves should not mix. He had to take a break from the pack, and Willa respected that. But he didn't stray too far away. With the help of his friends, they built a small cabin in the woods, close to Seabrook but close to the den as well. So, he would be happy. He got a small job at the local park, as a security guard, no one wanted to cross a werewolf, and he enjoyed walking through the park and enjoying nature.

Something he had always enjoyed with Brooke. He still had trouble comprehending that she was gone. They had been together for four years. And he had been sure she was the one. He had wanted to propose to her, but then she was gone, everyone believed she was dead. So, he had to move on.

Addison and Zed are now happily married. They had been married two years ago. They had wanted to wait, hoping for some clue of Brooke's disappearance, but they couldn't wait any longer. They had to keep moving on. So, they did. And now they were expecting their first child. Bonzo and Bree were now engaged and would be getting married soon.

Seabrook was still the same, and it seemed everyone had moved on.

Everyone except Wyatt.

He never stopped searching for her. He was constantly looking for new leads, and Eliza tried to help him as much as she could. As well as Zed. They had kept the case open just in case they found something, but every lead led them nowhere. He didn't want to give up hope. He couldn't. She didn't give up on him when he was trapped by those hunters years ago, he wasn't going to give up on her. Not while he was alive.

He would continue until his last breath.

"I'm telling you it would be perfect!"

"And I'm telling you no, I'm putting my foot down." Addison Necrodopolus warned, leaning against the picnic table as she stared at her husband who was on his lunch break. They were constantly bickering now, but they blamed pregnancy jitters because they always made up in the end.

"Are you guys still fighting over the name? You're only in your first trimester." Eliza spoke, stirring her drink as she made room beside Willa, who had joined them from the pack.

"Look, name choosing is harder than it sounds. I never knew how many names you could go through for a boy or a girl." Zed whined, sighing, and putting his head on his hand. Willa chuckled, watching the two of them, her hair pulled back from her face.

"How do you choose names in the pack, Willa?" Addison asked, looking over at the alpha.

She hmphed, shrugging. "We just throw a pebble at a name in the book, then that's the name, male or female." She said, her tone serious.

"That's not how we do it. Don't let her fool you." Wyatt spoke as he walked over to the group of them, sitting on the edge of the bench. Willa laughed. "I'm just messing with them, brother."

Wyatt chuckled. "Have you guys decided on at least one name?"

Addison smiled over at Zed and nodded. "If it's a girl, her middle name is going to be Zionna. No questions asked." She explained. As the wolves looked at them, Zed smiled softly. "For my mom, who passed away when Zoey was two. It's the least we can do." He said. Addison smiled softly. "And if it's a boy, his middle name will be Zevon. Of course, for Zed's dad." She added, and Zed nodded. Willa agreed with that. That was one name the entire group could deal with.

"This is nice. Feels like high school all over again." Addison mused, smiling.

"Minus a few of us."

"Bree took Bonzo for cake tasting. The only time they could get together to do it." Eliza answered.

"And Wynter's with the pups." Willa added, pushing stray hairs from her face. They were right though, this was nice. Being a group of friends again. No prejudice, no hate, just a group of friends.

There was a loud howl, and Wyatt and Willa both perked up. Willa growled. "And there goes that." Zed joked, earning a punch in the shoulder. "What's going on?" Addison asked.

"The hunters are back. They just don't learn." Willa growled. For a year now, hunters had been plaguing Seabrook, old fashion people who were raised on hunting werewolves.

"I thought we drove the other ones out?" Zed asked, looking at the others.

"These are different people," Willa spoke, standing up and looking over at them. "Sorry guys. Hate to break up the party." She said, looking over at Wyatt as he moved to follow her. Addison shrugged and Zed waved it off, they knew what was going on. Willa turned to Wyatt. "You ready?" She asked.

Wyatt smirked. "Always am."

"The trail runs cold here," Weston spoke to his alpha, looking at the two in front of him. They stood in the woods, tracking the hunters. Waverly, one of the wolves, had gotten caught in a snare laced with silver. Had it not been for their quick thinking, she would have been the next victim. But they were able to scare them off, losing their trail across the river in the forest.

"Good job, Wes," Willa spoke, looking around from her perch. "Let's keep looking. Make sure their trail is completely gone. Scare them out as far as we can, that way we can regroup and figure out a battle plan. Is Waverly alright?" She asked and Weston nodded. "Injured, but she'll recover." He explained. Willa nodded, before turning to Wyatt. "Wyatt, you stay here, make sure they don't come back. I'll take the pack and make a run around the woods, make sure they're gone." She instructed. Wyatt growled, hating to be the one to stand back. Willa had good reasoning; she knew he could hold his own. Willa patted him on the shoulder, before disappearing down the bank of the river. He watched as the pack moved to quickly scan their perimeter, leaving him waiting.

It was quiet where he stood, the only sounds were the river and the ever-growing wind, signaling a storm was coming. He could feel the pack's anxiety, at the idea of hunters being back in their territory. It was a constant itch that couldn't be scratched, and he didn't know how to knock it. He sighed, watching the world around him. He could smell the rain mingling with the smell of dead leaves.

And then he stopped. He inhaled deeply and caught a familiar scent.

A smell he hadn't tasted in three years.

He turned toward where it was coming from, deeper into the woods. The opposite way of where the wolves went. He tasted it again. It was her. It had to be her; he only knew that one scent. Flowers, with a hint of the forest, earthy. Natural. It was her.

And it was strong and coming from deeper in the woods. He fought with himself for a moment. He needed to stay. Alpha's orders. But if he didn't follow the scent, he wouldn't know where it was coming from, and he may lose it. He may never know.

He cursed and looked back at the river before sighing. "Sorry, Willa." He spoke, jumping down from his perch and tearing through the thick underbrush after the scent. He followed it through the thicker part of the woods, where the sky couldn't be seen through the leaves and the ground was always cold. He continued through; the scent stronger than before. He stopped when the brush caught his ankles, halting his movements for a moment. It was quiet.

And then it wasn't, as a crackle of trees and brush pulled him. He turned to see a flash of black hair. "Hey!" He called, before taking off after it, instincts out the window. It could be her, it could not be, but he had to figure it out. He tore off after the figure, obviously faster than her.

He caught up with her up the hill, where she had been trying to clamber up. She seemed to be struggling, not wanting to put pressure on one foot too much. The brush and brambles cut at her skin as she tried, failing as she stumbled down it once more. "Hey!" He called again, but she ignored him. He took a breath and swallowed. "Brooke!"

And the girl stopped, before slowly turning.

Wyatt couldn't breathe, staring at her in front of him.

She was real. She was alive. After three years, she was still alive. His heart hammered in his chest where he stood, looking over her. It was her.

But it wasn't her. She was skinny, too skinny, and bruises littered her body, splotched angrily on her skin. She was wearing a black tank top and ripped denim jeans, no shoes. Not the right clothing for the season. Her hair was tangled, and longer than usual. And her eyes constantly searched for an escape.

But her brilliant blue eyes were still the same. Those ocean blue hues that trapped Wyatt the first day he met her. Wyatt took a breath, before taking a step. "Brooke. Brooke, it's me. It's Wyatt." His heart was pounding, he could hear it in his ears. His palms were sweaty and shaking in anticipation.

The girl took him in, analyzing him from where she stood, watching his every move. He didn't make another move, too afraid to scare her away. She seemed on the verge of bolting and disappearing from his life once again, and he didn't want that to happen. He wouldn't know what to do if he lost her this time.

"Brooke. I-I don't know if you remember anything, or even if you remember and you're faking it. But it's Wyatt. You're in Seabrook. Your home. It's me, little pup." He was terrified to use her nickname. He didn't know if she even remembered it. But he had to try. He had to try something.

Her eyes seemed to glisten at that moment as she continued to stare at him, and as he said her nickname, her body relaxed, just slightly. "W-Wyatt?" She whispered, strained. Wyatt couldn't help the grin that came over his face, fangs poking at his lips. "Yeah, yeah it's me." He said, smiling. He reached his hand out. "Come on. It's time to come home." He spoke gently, afraid to spook her. She watched his hand warily, one foot poised to run if she had to.

No, no this couldn't be him. Wyatt was dead. They told her he was dead. That the pack was dead. She couldn't be back in Seabrook. She couldn't. They would never take her back to Seabrook. They knew she would escape to get home. Back to her family. Wyatt couldn't be alive.

But here he was, standing in front of her. He was taller, and not as skinny as he used to be. His hair was still a mess, but his brown eyes held the truth. She looked down and recognized the moonstone necklace. It was him. They had lied. He was alive. He was standing in front of her.

She swallowed thickly, looking at him, trembling. She could trust him. He was family, he was home.

He was love.

She bit her lip, before slowly beginning to inch forward. She reached her hand out warily, to take his that he was offering. Time to come home.

Home.

Brooke's hand pulled back as a man crashed through the brush, grabbing harshly at her arm, and pulling her. "Think you could get away that easy, huh?" He growled as she began to struggle, panic in her eyes. Wyatt's eyes widened. Who was this? It was obvious it wasn't anyone Brooke knew. They were scaring her, hurting her. Anger slowly began to boil in his veins. He growled lowly. "Hey!" He exclaimed, grabbing the man's attention. The man turned to see him, fangs bared toward the man. Immediately, the man pulled a pistol from his pocket, aiming it at Wyatt.

"Get out of here, mutt! Don't make me shoot!" He warned. Wyatt faltered when he saw the gun, not used to seeing weapons since the first time the hunters came around. But he didn't move. This was Brooke. He couldn't leave her, not like this.

"Let her go!" He growled. "Now!"

The man laughed, forcing Brooke to him, and wrapping his arm around her to pin her to his body, before thumbing the hammer back on the gun. Wyatt snarled, moonstone glowing against his chest as his eyes turned orange. No way was this going to go down without a fight. He stooped down, ready.

It didn't go far. There was a loud bam, as the man shot, and his body and Brooke's went flying down the hill. Wyatt ducked in time for the bullet to hit the tree behind him. Wynter snarled where she was crouched, eyes glowing along with her moonstone. She stood up, dusting the dirt from her hands, before turning to look at Wyatt. "What the hell?" She exclaimed, looking at him.

"This was why you were VIP in football with Zed." He joked, standing up and moving to her.

"What were you thinking? He could have killed you! I went to find you and you weren't where Willa told you to stay." Wynter was still the carefree wolf she had been back in high school, but she was protective of her pack and her friends. She wouldn't let anything happen to them. "What are you doing, out here?" She scolded her friend playfully as he jumped up on the top of the hill. He looked down at the bottom of the hill. Both hunter and girl were at the bottom, unconscious.

"That was Brooke." Was all Wyatt said as he started the descent. Wynter's eyes widened, confusion knitted on her brow as she followed him down the hill. Wyatt moved quickly to stoop down beside the fallen girl. He shoved the hunter away and looked at her.

"That's…. oh my gosh." Wynter spoke softly as she joined her packmate, staring down. She almost didn't believe Wyatt; the girl didn't look like Brooke. She was too thin, too pale. Wynter moved to the other side, her eyes widening when she saw the geode star on the girl's left shoulder, just like the one each wolf shared. "She needs a hospital," Wynter spoke, looking at him. "Wyatt? Wyatt!"

Wyatt wasn't listening. He was looking at her. She was here, this was Brooke. This was her. His Brooke, that he lost three years ago. She was here. He could feel tears of relief pricking at his eyes, his body trembling.

"Wyatt." Wyatt looked up when he felt his body starting to calm. Wynter looked up at him, trying to make him calm. She knew it was a lot, but he had to stay calm. "She's bleeding from the head, we need to get her to the hospital, and fast." She said softly, looking at her beta. Wyatt swallowed thickly, before nodding.

"Wyatt!" Wyatt turned when he heard rustling. Willa jumped from the top of the hill and landed beside them, the other wolves surrounding them. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? I-I heard the shot." Their alpha became someone completely different when it involved her brother. He was the only thing she had left. She looked up when the wolves were watching them, whispering beginning to pick up. Willa turned toward the fallen girl, her eyes widening and her hands coming over her mouth. "Oh my gosh." She whispered behind her hands. She knew that girl anywhere.

Wynter seemed to be the only one calm now. "We need to get her to the hospital. She's bleeding from the head, and I don't know where else she's hurt. Can someone call Zed, get the patrol down here to get this man? He was a hunter." She explained, looking at the others. Willa took a step back, not used to hearing Wynter sounding like an alpha. "Wyatt? We need to get her out of here." She said softly.

Wyatt nodded, before moving toward Brooke. He stooped down and slowly scooped the girl up into his arms. She was too light. He moved so her head was cradled against his shoulder. Willa looked over him, before moving so they could get up the hill, two of her other wolves moving to take care of the hunter.

"It's okay. I've got you now. And I'm never letting you go again." He spoke softly to her, his lips pressed against her tangled locks. Willa smiled weakly, watching her brother as they slipped out of the ravine and headed out of the forest.

This was only the beginning of the story.

What was next?