Disclaimer: teen wolf does not belong to me in any way, shape or form :)Anyway, here's the next chapter, a little late because I only got 4 reviews so been lacking a bit of motivation but here's the next instalment, hope you all like and a big thank you to Guest, Linda96, guest and guest for the reviews :)

It wasn't unusual for her to wake up a screaming, sweaty mess these days. It became normal, just part of her daily routine. A big part of her lack of sleep.

Well… she glanced at the clock, frowning to check the numbers but it was all a blur, swiping a shaky hand across her forehead to collect the wet perspiration coating her grey skin. Although one glance outside showed it was still dark, the sky a hazy deep blue so it couldn't have been later than 4am.

Her shock awakening woke up Lydia who was curled up next to her, not meaning to fall asleep at the loft but the tiredness had hit her and she passed out next to Kayla, having promised she would watch over her and wait until she fell asleep to ease her anxieties.

"You okay?" Lydia whispered huskily, reaching out to touch Kayla's forearm as she blinked to clear the sleepy haze from her vision, pushing herself up from the bed, "bad dream?"

Kayla just simply nodded, pulling away the sweat soaked tee from her chest, dripping in the sticky drops that made her skin itch and kicked away the sheets she got tangled in, desperate for some fresh cooling air on her hot skin.

"You sure?"

Lydia's voice was soft and gentle, the edges of her words wrapped in worry and concern as she frowned at her friend and Kayla turned her head around to look at her, wanting to just break down and cry to her about how her sleeping world was tormented by the most awful dreams you can possibly imagine but she bit her tongue, holding back the outpouring of distress that wanted to spill out and just as well she did because Dylan opened the door and popped his head around, looking directly at her.

"Everything alright Kay?"

No. No it wasn't but it had to be. They deserved not to worry about her any more.

She forced a small smile on her face, "y-yeah… n-need sh-sh-shower"

She stood up on shaky legs, ignoring the fact her heart was beating a mile a minute and grabbed a towel, throwing it over her shoulder and squeezing past Dylan to get to the shower at the end of the hall.

Lydia cocked a brow across the darkened room at Dylan, trying her best to flatten her bed head.

"This happens every night doesn't it?"

He stepped into the room, giving them some privacy in case Kayla could hear and crossed his arms over his broad bare chest, "every night" he confirmed, "it's become such a regular occurrence that some nights I just sleep through it because I'm so used to it"

Lydia rubbed her eyes, looking at the clock, "it's only 3.15am"

"This will be her awake now" Dylan sighed, "we're even trying her on a lower dose of sleeping tablet so she doesn't experience sleep paralysis but it's not touching her"

"She can't go on with this little sleep" Lydia exclaimed, "she's only been asleep less than four hours"

Dylan shrugged, "that's good for this new Kayla"

"Yeah but-"

"At least she's getting some sleep" Dylan wandered into the room so the moonlight shone in through the large industrial window and shone over his muscular body, Lydia taking a couple seconds to admire the rock hard abs she was seeing, "it's not good to push her. You know Kayla, she'll ask for help if, and when, she needs it"

Lydia swallowed thickly, "uh… yeah. Yeah" she agreed, diverting her gaze back to his, now, amused expression, "leave her be until she's ready, I get that"

Dylan deliberately flexed his pecs, tensing his arms so his biceps pulsated and grew, "see something you like?"

Lydia scoffed at his cocky smirk, grabbing a pillow and lobbing it in his general direction but Dylan, with his werewolf reflexes, dodged and caught it at the same time, letting out a loud laugh.

"Shut up. You're average at best" Lydia dead panned, knowing she was lying because any Hale was way way wayyyy above average in the looks department and stood up off the bed, grabbing her handbag and slinging it over her shoulder, keeping her head held high despite the fact they both knew he was getting under her hot, flustered skin and she probably looked a complete and utter mess, hair lopsided and make up smudged.

"Well… I should head off" she announced, "I guess I'll see you at school"

He smirked, "I guess you will"

She cleared her suddenly very dry throat, trying to ignore the fact his bare body was just inches from hers. There was definitely an attraction there, no doubt about it, but she couldn't go there. It was her best friend's brother for crying out loud and he was a year below her – what would happen when she left for college?

No, she decided she wasn't going there.

Lydia Martin had had enough of boys. She was done with boys.

But, it was evident, the boys were not done with her.

Dylan reached out to touch her forearm gently before smiling, "you can look all you want you know… I don't mind"

She didn't know what to say, totally at a loss until she felt him getting closer, that pleased smirk still etched on his face and she panicked, saying the first thing that came to her mind.

"I've already kissed your sister first" she blurted out, making Dylan snap back in shock.

"Uh… what?"

She, now, was the one with the smirk, winning this battle as she flicked her hair out, giving him a flirty fun glance as she strutted passed him, meeting Kayla in the hallway whose hair was wet and dripping down her back, dressed in nothing but a towel wrapped around her thin frame, bidding her farewell and telling her she would see her at school tomorrow.

Kayla watched her go before heading back into her room, seeing her brother standing there looking completely gobsmacked.

"Uh… e-everything ok-okay?"

He turned to look at her, his right eye twitching, "you… you and… Lydia Martin… kissed?" he squeaked out and Kayla frowned.

"Um…" she too, frowned, wondering how on earth they got on to this subject and had to think back – she had kissed a lot of people, probably more than anyone her age ever had and vaguely remembered the time when she did, in fact, kiss Lydia Martin.

"Y-Yeah… w-w-why?"

Dylan groaned, "urgh, my little sister got there first… My little sister..." he muttered, walking away and shaking his head in exasperation.

"Well a-a-actually b-big sister no-now" she corrected, trying to lighten the mood and she heard him groan even louder, telling her to 'shut up' and 'teach him her ways because nothing he was doing was working' and she just laughed quietly to herself – briefly, momentarily forgetting the endless hell she was stuck in, even just for a moment.

Her friends – her family – her escape.

The second day at school wasn't much better than the first, except for the fact she didn't almost get drowned by the girl bullies that blamed Kayla for their boyfriends infidelity. She supposed that was a definite plus but somehow it didn't feel like it.

She still felt overwhelmed and unsure, completely at a loss. Everyone and everything around her seemed to be moving at sonic speed and she was left desperately trying to catch up. Her brain, damaged and slow, unable to comprehend the business of the school environment.

People largely ignored her which she was thankful for. She did get a few glances. Some were judgemental, others were – what she assumed – sympathetic. She didn't know entirely, it was hard to gauge people's body language these days and sometimes she was thankful for that. Although being in her own world was lonely and frightening sometimes, it was better that way. At least for now.

The final bell for class rung and she followed the mass of student bodies from the building, keeping tucked away to the side of the wall as to not get swept away in the rush and just when she thought she was going to get overwhelmed, the increasing feelings of anxiety surging through her body did she feel a strong hand wrap around her elbow, gently pulling around so her back was pressed against the side of a row of lockers, a large presence hovering over her.

"You okay Hale?"

She would recognise that voice anywhere, glancing up at Isaac as he frowned down at her, his large frame that should've been intimidating during her state of anxiety was actually reassuring, like it was protecting her from the big bad world.

"Y-Yeah" she was a little breathless, trying to control her breathing as a way of calming down, "j-just… l-lots… peo-people"

He nodded in understanding, waiting an extra minute or two until the corridors cleared and relaxed his protective stance, stepping back and giving her more room to breathe.

"You could always stay in the classroom an extra few minutes until everyone has left?" Isaac suggested, "the end of the day bell is always the worst"

"I uh… d-don't like ke-keeping S-Stiles w-waiting"

Isaac smiled gently, "I'm sure he'll understand"

Probably – but that wasn't the point. She didn't want anyone to worry and by needing special treatment, that would automatically make everyone worry.

"Y-Yeah but… b-but-"

"He'll worry right?" Isaac interjected, sending her a knowing smile, "start trying to wrap you in cotton wool, treat you like you're fragile?"

"… Yeah"

She hated to say it but it was true. The more he worried and saw the alterations needed in her life, the more she was scared he would treat her less like a human being and more like a project that needed fixing.

Isaac didn't say any more on the subject, offering to walk with her back to the jeep where Stiles said he would be waiting for her and she accepted his company, even if they were both silent – just having someone's presence next to her, guiding her was enough to lower the levels of anxiety she was feeling.

Well… at least until she saw Stiles' expression at the sight of the two of them approaching.

She knew they all had a bit of a history with each other – well, she had a bit of history with both of them. She even knew, despite her damaged state, that it had and always will be complicated but she thought – or rather hoped – that was in the past. That this complicated, three way feelings thing was done and dusted.

Clearly not.

She watched as Stiles bit the inside of his cheek as they approached, obviously trying to hold in his frustration at the sight of Isaac. Or at the sight of Isaac with her she wasn't entirely sure.

"Everything okay? What happened?" he immediately asked, stepping forward to take her wrist and tug her slightly away from Isaac, "did something happen?"

"N-No" she murmured, "w-we were ju-just w-walking"

Isaac laughed to himself, sensing Stiles' jealousy and fear that him and Kayla being friends again would push him out of the picture.

"What?" Stiles bit out and Kayla flinched a little at his tone, frowning as he glared at Isaac.

"Nothing, nothing" Isaac smirked, "just sensing your inferiority is kind of funny"

Stiles was ready to blow steam out him ears, Kayla could tell. She didn't need to not have a brain injury to see that.

"You know what, how about you shove that big head of yours back up your ass-" he cut himself off, glancing at Kayla and seeing her shrink in on herself, the raised voices and aggressive attitudes a little too much for her.

"Uh… I'm sorry" he whispered to her, "I didn't mean to shout I just… he makes me so…" he trailed off, looking over at Isaac, "stop pushing my buttons right now. Enough is enough"

Isaac threw his hands up in surrender, "I didn't start anything, you did"

Stiles screwed his face up at his frenemy before softening his stare as he turned to Kayla, melting from angry and pissed off to loving and caring as he tried for a reassuring smile, "uh… Deaton said we can go to the animal clinic now if you're ready. Afonso got here earlier than expected"

Before she had time to process that Isaac jumped in, his eye widening, "wait wait wait… you mean that brazilian dude that lives in the middle of the rainforest? Man, you were pissed when she left then" Isaac whistled, a drawn out whistle that irritated Stiles down to his very core.

"Yes, that 'dude'" Stiles snapped, "not that it's any of your business-"

"Well it kind of is" Isaac shrugged, "I was the one that phoned Deaton about this little situation"

Kayla had no idea what was going on, completely and utterly lost in the midst of insults and heated stares, her heartbeat starting to rise as she tried to tune out their arguing, leaning back against the jeep for support.

"Oh yeah, what do you want, a gold medal?"

"Like you could afford that!"

"Oh I'm sorry, I didn't realise being locked in a freezer generated income-"

"Why do you always have to bring up the damn freezer-"

She retreated, not that they noticed, too entangled in their web of bickering to realise she climbed into the front of the jeep – a safe place of sorts to her – to shut them out. It was too much. Too much history, too much complicatedness, too much noise for her to safely handle.

At least ten minutes had passed before they noticed her sitting in the front of the jeep and Stiles rushed around the passenger side to check on her, profusely apologising while blaming Isaac for everything possible under the sun.

"C-Can we j-j-just go-go?" she mumbled, "y-you said w-w-we had to-to be t-there"

"Of course" Stiles said, turning around quickly and flailing head first straight into Isaac's rock hard chest, the air getting knocked from his lungs.

"Jesus, what are you trying to do, instigate a three-way? Back up"

"Oh you wish" Isaac rolled his eyes in annoyance, "I'm coming with you"

"Uh… no. Nope. Nuh uh" Stiles snorted, crossing his arms over his chest as a way to appear more 'manly', shaking his head in defiance, "you are definitely not coming"

"Give me one good reason why?!"

"Because you're you" Stiles shot back, "it's none of your business"

Isaac grabbed Stiles' arm before he could walk away, keeping his voice hushed so Kayla didn't overhear and leaned down to speak into his ear.

"She's my friend… you can't control that"

"You weren't her friend when you were telling her to leave town" Stiles shouted in a hushed whisper, "when you were telling her to leave because she had nothing to stay for. You weren't her friend then and you certainly weren't her friend when you were fucking her in a jail cell"

Isaac knew Stiles' still had a stick up his ass about that, it was obvious, but it was a low blow to bring it up in this context, especially when they were all moving forward. Sometimes the past needed to stay in the past.

"Like you're Mr perfect" Isaac reminded him, "I wonder what Sophie is up to these days – you know, after you sent her crazy for leaving her high and dry"

Stiles' jaw tightened in anger and Isaac was sure if he wasn't standing three feet away from the jeep Kayla was in right now then he would've right hooked him across the jaw – and although he knew he could take weak, lanky human Stiles, Isaac was always on edge a little since the nogitsune incident. He didn't know why, but ever since there had been something in his eyes… something dangerous…

"Look-" Isaac sighed, trying to break the tension, "-this is getting ridiculous now. Can we just agree on both helping Kayla and leave it at that?"

Stiles dropped his gaze, trying so hard to cool down but his blood was racing, pumping around his body twice the normal rate, his chest hurting with how hard his heart was thumping against his ribs.

"I can't and I never will" Stiles stated dryly, "she had a reason, an excuse… a trauma and now maybe some sort of dark evil corrupting her but you… you don't have any of that. You were just plain old Isaac when you chose to sleep with her… knowing what we had… what I was going through losing her… so no" Stiles scoffed, "don't ask me to stop being bitter over the fact you chose to sleep with her whilst pretending to be my friend"

"Stiles… I am your friend-"

"Yeah, maybe" he interrupted, "but when that happened you weren't. And you certainly weren't her friend because friends don't do that"

A blossom of guilt erupted in Isaac's chest, his chest deflating and suddenly he felt as little as three foot high, shame coursing through his veins like some awful, debilitating disease.

"… I am sorry for that" Isaac whispered, "I ruined a lot of things that night"

"Yeah – you did" Stiles retaliated bitterly, "all because you still harbour these feelings for her. And don't bother denying it, we all know it. Whatever you still feel ruined your relationship with Paige and it's making you so dense you can't even see Malia has the hots for you"

Isaac had to double take at that, shooting Stiles a confused and slightly terrified glance.

"Wait, what? Malia… me…. Malia…?"

Stiles rolled his eyes, "exactly my point"

"Okay, no, wait, hold up" Isaac rushed out, dodging back in front of Stiles before he could dart away, "what do you mean by that?"

"See? Dense" Stiles sighed, "it's like you seriously only have eyes for Kayla-"

"I don't, I don't" Isaac defended himself, "I care about her, of course I do, but I have moved on from that place" he insisted, "It's not like before, I promise. But I don't understand what you mean about Malia..."

Stiles gave him a dubious look, "you've been hanging out with her this summer..."

"Uh huh… because she's my friend..."

"Oh give it up Lahey" Stiles insisted, "Malia wants you, end of. Act on it or don't. I don't care"

That revelation hit Isaac like a ton of bricks, winding him momentarily as Stiles took the opportunity to move past him and get into the front of the jeep and honking his horn at him in annoyance.

Isaac turned around to Stiles half leaning out the jeep window, beckoning him forward.

"Fine, you can come" Stiles relented, rolling his eyes, "just keep your trap shut"

"Uh… okay… yes, good" Isaac mumbled, still feeling a little dazed by that and half stumbled-half walked to the jeep and climbed into the back behind Kayla, giving her shoulder a reassuring squeeze as he did so because he sensed her nervousness, her fear, her anxiety that was through the roof that it made his stomach ties into knots of sickness.

"It's okay" he whispered to her, "whatever is going on with you, we'll fix it" he promised, "we'll get you better"

She turned her head slightly to meet his gaze, giving him a small smile but he knew, beneath that, she was a wreck. Barely keeping it together on the surface and he also knew that, depending on the outcome of today, he could lose her forever.

Afonso was a simple man with a simple lifestyle.

He lived by minimal means, using what he needed – not wanted – and rejected all of modern civilisations culture because he and his tribe didn't need it. They survived and lived well by their own means on their own terms. Existing and thriving in their camp, far away from the dangers of the modern world.

This was why, travelling all these thousands of miles in a metal constructed death machine to reach the rather large (well, to him) urban built town of Beacon Hills, was such a serious thing for him to do. Never before had he left the safety of the rainforest, or his family, to travel. He never needed to travel. Everything he had, needed and wanted was there.

Except when he got word from his acquaintance, Alan Deaton, via the closest towns runner boy that a former 'student' of his was desperately needing help. A girl. A young girl he trained for a month who he watched flourish and become stronger. A girl who before was a legend back home, then precedented that expectation and became a warrior.

An Encantado.

The female bloodline of encantado.

So rare, so beautiful yet so dangerous.

He knew when he got the message that she was in trouble, that she had been to hell and back and suffered the most horrendous ill effects, he would have to venture away from his camp and into the frightening, modern world to fix her.

So he had braided his long, thick black hair back and dyed his patterned clothes to dull neutral tones, packed a bag and bid farewell to his family and his camp, placing his oldest boy, Adriel, in charge until he returned.

He seeked help from the close, understanding civilised town to travel and exchanged a local favour for private travel in what modern society calls a 'plane'. He travelled the most distance he has ever done in the shortest amount of time, and used the patterned paper in exchange for 'road travel' in a bright yellow metal machine with circular shapes on the bottom.

He followed the prompts for direction written down for him to his guide and arrived outside a big metal building, his friend, Alan Deaton, who he has only met once before, waiting outside for him.

That was how he arrived in this town, completely overwhelmed and awe struck by this whole new world he was just seeing, waiting with Alan patiently in what was called the 'exam' room, for his past student to arrive.

"And you say this nogitsune creature cast a curse?" Afonso asked, "what curse?"

Alan shivered at the reminder, "dark magic. Ancient magic. A curse to bind life forces. The poor girl had a horrible choice on her hands – let the nogitsune die by hands that weren't her own and face losing the one she loved, or kill him and die herself"

Afonso felt sick with the discussion of such dark, ancient magic – forces that should be banned from this world. The nogitsune evoked and tainted her with evil. She didn't really stand a chance.

"And her resurrection?"

"Unnatural" Alan admitted, "her string, her life force, had been cut. We each saw it. Her time was fated and done. Even a banshee predicted it. But the others… the other encantados..." Alan shook his head, "they went through hell and high water to bring her back and let her cross over. I've never heard of a resurrection being performed this way and being successful"

Afonso had an awful feeling building in his gut, shaking his head, "they invoked Osiris"

It wasn't even a question, just a statement.

They invoked and used the egyptian god of the dead, made one of the most ancient forces out there do the bidding of a handful of lower level supernatural creatures. He knew the consequences to this were not yet paid.

Alan nodded sombrely, "I only know two ingredients they used – the blood of a virgin and the heart of a grim reaper"

Afonso shook his head in disappointment, "they murdered and mutilated the innocent and the soul guider after death… how did they even find a grim reaper? They are an essence, a force, they rarely take human form"

Alan simply shrugged his shoulders, "they were determined. They waited a week for the spell to take hold and resurrect Kayla, slowly waiting for her body to heal"

"And Kayla returned… damaged?" Afonso asked, needing clarification.

"That is putting it lightly" Alan rubbed his temples, easing away the headache forming, "the curse the nogtisune placed… it didn't just seal her fate, but it also dragged her to the nogitsunes own hell dimension. I don't know much about it but Kayla said what was two months here, in this world, was hundreds of years for her in his world. Hundreds of years of torture and darkness and corruption. She wasn't the same when she came back. She had turned. She maimed, she murdered, she was the true essence of exactly what a soulless encantodo is designed to be. She just wasn't the same. Even when her friends worked on trying to fight the darkness inside her, the guilt… the realisation of her actions... it broke her. Her mind is now fragile. She is far more than damaged Affonso… she's broken"

Afonso knew, in that moment, he was what many in this modern world called 'out of his depth'… but he had to try.

"So you are concerned about the effects of leaving a hell dimension?"

Alan nodded, "we all assumed she just flicked the switch because of her trauma… but her friends have been noticing things about her recently… like how she says she feels a darkness in her heart… is it possible some kind of spirit or demon latched on to her soul on the way out?"

Afonso nodded solemnly, "It's entirely possible… if she regained all of her soul, that is"

Alan looked perplexed and slightly worried, quirking a brow at the witch doctor, "all of her soul? She could be without her soul? How can that be… she feels things, she has emotions..."

"Souls are fragile things" Afonso clarified, "so easily broken. It's entirely possible that parts, if not all, got left behind in the nogitsune's hell dimension"

Alan swallowed thickly, "I see… I hadn't ever heard of that"

"If her soul got broken or ripped apart on the journey back to the living world, it's possible the 'good' parts of her soul got left behind and the 'bad' parts more inclined to lead the person to do bad deeds took control. That, or a demon. Maybe both"

Now this made Alan a little more on edge than usual, completely at a loss of what to do, "if that's correct… if parts of her soul are trapped there… can we get them back?"

Afonso simply gave a defeated look, "usually not, but I'm willing to try"

It was just then the little bell above the door rung and they turned around to watch two young men walk in, tentatively followed by the girl he recognised straight away – only now she looked like a shadow of her former self. Thin, hollow, jumpy and anxious, peeking out from behind the shoulder of the shorter man.

"Glad you could make it" Alan stepped forward, extending his hands between Afonso and the group of teenagers, "Afonso, this is Stiles and Isaac" pointing to the brunette boy and the dark blonde boy, "Stiles, Isaac, this is Afonso… and of course, you know Kayla"

Afonso tentatively smiled, bowing slightly at the girl he trained, "Miss Hale… my apologies-" remembering how she didn't like referred to by her last name, too formal for such an outgoing, confident girl, "-Kayla… how lovely to see you again"

He watched the nervousness in her eyes, the quick side to side flitting motion as she surfed through her tangled memories to try and place him, to find some kind of connection and it took a few seconds but he noticed a hint of recognition and she tried for a smile but it came across as quite flat, her foot beginning to tap up and down.

"Uh… t-thank you fo-for c-c-coming"

He barely recognised her voice let alone understood her… less than a shadow of who she used to be, she was now just a shell, no confidence in sight.

He invited her to step forward, hyper aware that the brunette boy – Stiles, he believed – moved with her, keeping to her side, eyeing him up a little cautiously and suspiciously where as the blonde – Isaac, he deduced – stayed back with his arms folded, watching the situation unfold.

"Alan has caught me up with the situation" he opened with, hoping to relax her a little and not put her in a place where she felt she had to relive her trauma, "I hope to help you"

She nodded wringing her hands together, "i-is that p-p-possible?"

He smiled gently, "Now Kayla, I think you know not to under estimate me"

He reached into his shirt pocket, pulling a small vile filled with dark green herbs and dusting some over the palms of his hands, rubbing the strong smelling crushed leaves into his skin.

Stiles turned up his nose, "gah, what is that stuff?!"

"Rare" Afonso simply replied, "If I may-" he indicated to her chest, right near her heart, "-I need to get a true sense of your essence and I'm drawn to just next to your heart…"

She raised a hand, to the place he had pointed at like she was rubbing a non existent wound, "I… I d-died here… s-sword" she added, continuing to rub at the skin like it was itchy, "i-is that wh-why?"

It now made sense why he was drawn to touch there, to the place where the wound killed her, to tune into her power, her essence, her soul. The very same place that caused her death.

He sombrely nodded, "you left this world because of a traumatic injury there… it's a vulnerable place… it's left it's mark"

"Okay and what do you hope to find by touching her there with your freaky smelly herby crap?" Stiles asked, "because if this hurts her-"

"It's completely harmless" Afonso reassured, "I just need to tune into her spirit, her aura, her soul… I want to see if, and what kind of darkness, if any, is there"

It took her a few seconds but she regained enough control of her emotions to step a little closer to him, trying not to shake with nerves and apprehension as she peered up at him.

"J-Just do w-w-whatever you ne-need to d-do" she whispered, "p-please… I d-don't want t-t-to h… hurt a-anyone else"

He sympathised with her wholeheartedly, knowing how much power she had residing inside her, how much responsibility she had to try and control it. She was a young girl of 16 when he first met her, struggling with control and the very nature of her powers yet less than two years later, she had already lived so many lifetimes, lost so many people, seen too many things for a young woman to see and done worse than her fragile soul could handle.

Back home, people spoke highly of her. She was a myth for so long that when his tribe met her they treated her like their queen. Still to this day his people were willing to stand by her, fight for her, die for her, because the very nature of what she was, was special. She deserved to get back to that good place.

He gingerly reached forward, placing his two palms on opposite sides of her heart and closed his eyes to focus, to tune into the power she was giving off, her aura that buzzed around her like an electric fence.

He wanted to be wrong. He wanted to tell her she was fine, that she just had some healing to do, that – eventually – she would feel secure and in control again. That she wasn't a hazard or a liability and she was safe to be around. He didn't want to break this girl any more than she already was.

Alas, however, he wouldn't get that wish.

Human souls were funny things – when he tuned into them they usually burned bright and warm, like candle light, and it was a pleasant and uplifting experience – feeling the good in people, the true essence of humanity.

But when he touched Kayla's, it didn't feel soft and smooth around the edges like the soft haze of candlelight… it was jagged and sharp, almost sore to touch. And instead of blissfully warm it was cool like a harsh wind in winter.

He had guessed right… her soul was broken, pieced haphazardly back together, not fully complete as small fragments were missing, lost to the endless depths of hell.

If she was feeling this much, this badly, with a broken soul… how would she feel if he managed to complete it?

He tried to push down his disappointment, pulling his hands away from her chest and opening his eyes, glad to be away from a soul that was painfully broken and tormented, only feeling a fraction of what she did and wanting to break down from it.

He immediately zeroed in on Kayla's bright green stare, her eyes conveying nothing but sadness.

"I-It's ba-bad isn't i-it?" she asked like she already knew the answer, standing there looking so small and defeated.

He sighed, sharing a subtle glance with Alan, conveying their worst nightmares.

A girl that went through so much hell that her soul tore itself apart, ripping apart as she got violently pulled back to the earthy dimension in the most inhumane, darkest way possible… tainting her with evil. Setting her on the track that made her become the purest evil this last century had ever seen.

A/N) yayyyyy so excited to explore things that teen wolf didnt… like reserection (properly), hell, other dimensions, souls, etc.

Hope you all enjoyed and please please enjoy, life is so busy with two jobs and stuff that I really need the motivation lol thanks for reading, I really appreciate it.