Disclaimer: Teen wolf does not belong to me in any way, shape or form – sadly anyways, here's another chapter (really quickly, I'm proud) because my muse is working overtime atm haha, and a big shout out to guest, Odie.18, pup, pup and guest for reviews.

Also got a poll on my profile about the (potential) storyline I mentioned/explained at the bottom of the last chapter regarding the new timeline, if y'all could vote that would be great because if I keep writing the way I am then I'll get to that point really soon and I want to know before so I don't get myself too hyped up haha, thank you. And just to clarify - if the timeline resets itself to the moment Kayla gets reunited with her soul (so sometime early season 5) it would be like in the new timeline Kayla was never in season 4 and she remained dead and buried until the same moment she got her soul in the new timeline, and wakes up in her grave etc (so everything that happened the sleeping around the murderinf etc never happened ie) stiles never meets Sophie, everyone she murders is still alive etc) So to everyone else she was dead for like 8/9 months but only Kayla (at least initially) remembers the two timelines. They all might start remembering snippets in the future. Or the timeline resets its self to the moment Kayla woke up in season 4 but she's not evil and she gets to do the whole redo instead of simply being dead haha

Also, if anyone here also reads supernatural fics, I'm back to writing my spn sisfic after a couple of years, updates will be a little slow as I get back into it, but I'm excited if you like sisfics then give it a try, thank you xxx

Isaac hated being back here, standing just feet away from the ground that he helped dig up all those months ago, the place they laid his best friend to rest. It brought back terrible memories of a time he was so grief stricken he couldn't think properly, his heart aching for his friends to return.

Looking at the ground now, you wouldn't think it had been carved into a makeshift grave and then upturned from the inside out, a body crawling out from deep within its depths, the past months helping the ground level out. The only thing out of place was how that one spot, directly under the old oak tree, was dead. Nothing was growing there, no grass, no plants, no weeds. No leaves fell there, hell even the ground itself looked almost grey - like it was being poisoned.

A shiver ran up his spine, an uncomfortable twitch seizing his neck as he watched Afonso step forward, the soles of his shoes crunching over the dried, dead earth and immediately he stepped back, a surprised gasp escaping his lips.

"I can feel it" he announced, extending his hand forward, "oh, dark magic was invoked here"

"Yeah… this is where we buried her" Isaac explained, trying not to focus too much on that one spot, remembering Derek lowering her dead body into the cocoon of dirt, "and I guess… where she woke up too"

Afonso stepped carefully around the death marked ground, not dare touching the spot again in fear of what he felt when he did and Isaac watched him carefully, sharing a concerned look with Deaton.

"Is the dimensional barrier still weak?" Deaton asked, "can we use this place to help reunite Kayla with her soul?"

Afonso stepped to the side, touching the bark of the old oak and inhaled deeply, his eyes sliding shut as he breathed in the feel of magic and power concentrated in this one spot.

"I can sense the walls between worlds are… fractured" Afonso said, his eyes remaining closed, "they haven't mended yet. The dark magic used here was too intense for the walls to completely re-heal themselves"

"Is that why the ground is… uh…" Isaac's stomach churned as he forced himself to look at the marked ground, "well, dead?"

Afonso stepped away from the makeshift grave, his face somewhat grey and ashy, "it has been poisoned with dark magic. Unnatural magic. A life was taken here, right above the spot our dear friend was resting. I suspect that was the virgin. He, or she, was most likely bled out there, their blood drained until there was none left"

Isaac's face screwed up in disgust, "a person was bled here? Why?"

"I suspect to act as a gift, a life force for a life. One can't usually take from the dead without offering a sacrifice… to keep the natural balance of things. I imagine they bled this person out so their blood seeped into the ground, helping to restore her body"

He felt nauseous, hating the idea that his best friend got brought back in this way – so evil, so wrong. They damned her before she even got to take her first breath.

"Kayla didn't want this" Isaac sighed, scrubbing a tired hand down his face, "she didn't want to come back, especially like this" he waved his arm out at the poisoned ground, still so invested with dark magic even Isaac could feel it.

"It shouldn't have happened" Afonso agreed, "the damage done is irrevocable. It's a miracle nothing else has managed to escape through here. The wall between dimensions have been permanently weakened and that could be disastrous. I would want to try and get the pieces of Kayla's soul back in the first instance and find a way to repair it as soon as possible"

Isaac swallowed thickly, "what… what could come through here?" not sure if he was ready to know the answer.

"Demons" Afonso replied, "damaged souls… the unknown – things that haven't walked this world in thousands of years. It could be a gateway to mass destruction which is why we need to fix this"

"How?" Isaac asked, completely and utterly lost for ideas, totally out of his depth, "we haven't dealt with anything like this before"

"I have a few ideas" Afonso soothed, "and with Alan's help, I am sure we can fix this" he then knelt, taking a steady breath as he moved his hand forward to skim along the death ridden ground, the tips of his calloused fingers soaking up what the energy was conveying to him.

"… I can still feel the desperation here" he murmured, "the panic of her waking up, being smothered… the urgency to try and get another chance at life. It's so strong"

Ever since they buried her, he regretted it. He hated having it on his conscious that he was the one that played a part in her having this place as her grave. He had the shovel in his hand, he helped Derek dig out the dirt and didn't try hard enough to change his mind. Everyone he's ever known has had a coffin… she didn't. She was placed in the cold dry dirt in nothing more than a simple white sheet to protect and honour her and waking up like that… Isaac shivered at the thought. It must have been so painful, so scary and confusing… of course the emotions would still be strong, marked here forever.

"The sooner we get our Kay back the better" Isaac nodded, "anything you need, I'll help" he promised, "we finally have a chance to fix this, I'll do anything"

Kayla jumped at the sudden and unexpected arrival of Scott and Stiles at the driver's side door of the jeep, having been lost in her thoughts as she tried to distract herself from the swelling of fear and uncertainty in the base of her stomach, repulsive and traumatic memories trying to surface.

"Sorry" Stiles winced, obviously seeing the moment of fear pass through her eyes, "didn't mean to scare you… you okay?"

She tried to swallow but her throat was dry, her face twisting into discomfort as she nodded but she saw Stiles frown, a look of guilt seizing a hold of his expression.

"Is it too hard… being back here?" he asked gently, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take so long-"

"I-I'm okay" she promised, trying to come across as truthful and positive as possible but Stiles still looked doubtful, perfect coffee-coloured irises spilling with regret, "p-promise… I-I'm good"

"Okay" he accepted but didn't look like he believed it, "um… there's been an emergency. Scott and I were going to go and check it out and my dad is meeting us there. Do you want me to drop you off at home?"

"E-Emergency?" she wondered, "w-what kind of em-emergency?"

Stiles winced, knowing he couldn't tell her everything, especially considering it involved Donovan. Donovan who she slept with but regretted, the pivotal moment of her turning around. The first person she actually actively regretted getting involved with and knew that would, no doubt, bring up a barrage of bad memories she didn't deserve to compete with.

"A police escort van has crashed. Looks like the people inside have been mauled"

"Oh" she murmured, her stomach twisting into painful knots, burning acid tickling the back of her throat as she suddenly begun to feel a little nauseous, the thought of coming face to face with a dead body or even blood for that matter causing her head to spin. The last time she saw that she was the one inflicting the pain, enjoying the wild spree she went on. The thought alone killed her inside.

"I'll drop you off home first" Stiles decided, seeing her go pale as he climbed into the driver's side and Scott hopped in the back, "you don't need to be seeing that"

But she had to at some point. She couldn't keep shying away from these things, she just couldn't. How would she ever recover if she didn't at least attempt to try and be who she used to? She needed to be normal again, this existence she was living was… lonely. Empty. She wanted to be useful, start making up for all the terror she caused.

The jeep spluttered to life after a couple of attempts, Stiles placing an arm behind her seat to swivel around to reverse and just before he left the parking lot, surprising everyone in the car, even herself, she heard the sound of her voice exclaiming a quiet but strong "no".

"Hm?" Stiles asked, pulling out into the road, "what?"

"N-No" she repeated, "g-go… want to c-c-come"

She watched as he shared a concerned look with Scott in the wing mirror, his fingers nervously tapping the steering wheel, a very obvious and anxious tick of his.

"Kaylz… it's okay, you don't have to" he said softly, like she was this fragile, breakable little girl, "it's not a nice thing to have to see, and you're still healing-"

She tuned out all the other excuses he came out with, no doubt just trying to protect her, but she couldn't help but feel disappointed. She needed room to grow, to heal and get back on track. It was bad enough Derek was being smothering with the brutal medication regime and every one of her friends were tip toeing around her, she didn't need Stiles to doubt and stifle her too.

But instead of voicing her wants she simply just nodded, sinking back in the seat as Stiles hurried back to the loft. What was the point? She was now just seen as weak, as the one they all had to be careful with, treated like a little child with no room to at least try. It was just something she had to get used to, she supposed. She was sure it was always going to be this way.

Stiles clumsily skidded to a stop outside the entrance to the loft, keeping the engine running – a sign he was in a rush, whether he intended for it to be obvious or not – and turned to look at her, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"You should get an early night… it's been a busy few days" he suggested, nothing but kindness and concern dripping from his voice but she felt… dismissed. Any other time, prior to her 'ill health' she would be the first one he brought along on his many adventures, both eager to help. That, now, seemed non-existent.

She simply nodded, inclining her head down as she opened the jeep door but before she could jump out Stiles took a hold of her hand, frowning at her.

"You okay?" he asked, "you seem a little… off"

"F-Fine" she whispered, softly pulling her hand away as she slid out the jeep, "uh… g-good luck"

"Kaylz, hey-wait" he exclaimed as she shut the door and began to move away, clumsily falling from the jeep as he scrambled to meet her at the bonnet, taking a hold of her forearms to stop her, "what is it? What's wrong?"

She couldn't convey it, how could she? She could barely speak these days, her words jumbled and broken, forced to be stuck inside her broken and damaged mind. She just looked up at him, her stare sad and disappointed because she thought, and hoped, after everything, Stiles would treat her different. She thought he would give her a chance.

"Y-You… you w-won't let me-me be n-normal" she whispered, watching his face drop, "d-don't trust m-me… m-make d-d-decisions"

"Kaylz, I do, I do" he hurried out, his grasp sliding down from her forearms to squeeze her hands, "I'm just looking out for you, that's all. Protecting you"

Maybe that was what made her uncomfortable. Before this, before Eichen house she didn't need protecting and now her whole life revolved around being molly coddled, wrapped up in bubble wrap. Every second of every day there was someone there, keeping an eye on her, checking in on her, not giving her room to breathe. It was beginning to feel more suffocating the more she was forcing herself to get better, to fix how she was. It had been like this since she left that facility and it wasn't getting any better.

She wanted to tell him that she didn't want protecting, that she wanted to be in charge of herself again, having lost herself ever since the nogitsunes hell but she couldn't. She couldn't phrase it. She couldn't make him understand.

She simply pulled her hands away, her eyes downcast, "I-I know" was all she said, too tired and crestfallen to argue, her voice – yet again – being snuffed, "s-see you to-tomorrow" and with that she merely walked away, leaving Stiles spluttering out apologies.

It wasn't that she didn't appreciate the love and care they all, clearly, had for her because she did. She appreciated it more than anything but she had been without her voice for so long, unable to really make any choices that even now that was still getting taken away from her.

Was this what her life was now? Just existing… being the broken member of the pack? She didn't want that title; in fact she loathed the idea. She wanted to be more than that, she finally wanted to live… why wouldn't they let her?

Her aching feet got dragged up each concrete step, forcing herself upwards to the safe retreat of the loft for another quiet, boring night but when she pulled back the heavy metal door she saw a figure sitting on the black leather sofa, the silver light of the moon cascading down one side of his chiselled and angular face.

"Uh..." she mumbled, squinting through the hazy grey darkness as she stayed still in one spot, not daring to move forward, "h-hello?"

The figure stood up and immediately, without hesitation, she recognised him - how couldn't she? He ruined her life, taking away her dignity and courage just to satisfy his own dangerous needs.

She fell back a step, her lungs aching as they stilled in shock and terror, lost and trapped in her racing thoughts.

"Shocked to see me?" Mayfield asked, a smug smirk adjourning his expression, "I got bail a while back. Something about overcrowding"

She couldn't speak, couldn't fathom any words at all as he stalked towards her, that predatory glint gleaming in his eyes.

"I want you to drop the charges" he ordered, still inching ever so closer to her frightened stiff body, "I want you to get up on that stand and say you remembered it wrong... that you accused the wrong guy. That you've realised I didn't touch you... do you think you can do that for me?"

He was close enough to her that she could feel his hot heavy breath breezing across her face, quietly, and without laying a finger on her, intimidating her to submission.

"I said..." he inclined his head towards her, dark eyes eerily empty and hard, "do you think you can do that for me?"

She inhaled a sharp breath, panicked flutters seizing her heart as it raced, thundering against her rib cage. She didn't know what she was meant to do, let alone what she was going to do. She had pushed the upcoming potential trial from her mind, not ready to acknowledge that moment in her life.

She hated feeling so scared... so utterly weak but how could she face him after everything he did to her? How could she be strong when all she wanted to do was crawl into a ball and cry?

Her silence continued and he became frustrated, stepping into her and forcing her back against the metal door, trapping her between her body and the cool iron.

"I think you will" he carried on , lifting a hand to touch her cheek, "I think you'll do that for me because you're ashamed. You're ashamed of your actions... of how they lead me on. We both know you secretly wanted it, and that disgusts you"

She flinched away from his roaming hand, shaking her head in solitude, "n-no, th-that's not tr-tr-true"

"Th-that's n-not tr-tr-true" he mimicked her cruely, forcing her down into the depths of despair, "look at you... pathetic. How can it not be true? Why would you say no to me when you said yes to everyone else?"

She finally mustered up the courage to push him back with what little strength she had, feeling dirty he was even that close to her.

"Y-You're l-lying" she screamed, "y-you... you... yo-you..."

"You were begging for it" he sneered, "and now you've cost me my career... you're not costing me my life too. Drop the charges" he warned, "or be prepared to be humiliated and judged forever, because everyone knows you're just a good for nothing piece of ass"

He was speaking her worst fears, the worst outcomes she thought, shame pumping wildly through her veins.

But then, just like that, she remembered the one person that didn't treat her like that. The one person that valued and respected her.

Stiles.

...What happened wasn't her fault and he wasn't going to make her feel like it was. She wasn't going to allow herself to get bullied by the likes of him. Not after tonight. Not after being stolen of a voice.

"G-Get out" she exclaimed, holding back her fear as she pointed to the door, "l-l-leave"

"Scary" he smirked, "why, what are you going to do?"

Since she broke apart, whatever powers she had were gone. Maybe they were buried deep beneath her trausmisted exterior or maybe they were gone for good, robbed from her for being so damn reckless with them, but she was determined to show she wasn't weak. That she wasn't always going to be so damn breakable.

"I-I'm going t-to g-go to co-court" she said defiantly, her mind made up, "be-because you d-don't d-deserve a li-life. Not s-since ta-taking m-mine"

His eyes darkened, swirling with anger, "good luck with that. Your reputation shows your true colours. How could I take what you gave away so freely?!"

Her eyes were misty with stinging unshed tears, but for the first time in a while she felt... brave. She felt more like herself in a long time.

"N-Not to yo-you" she murmured, "n-now get o-o-out" she lifted her phone from her pocket, "b-before I c-call the police"

He was angry, she could tell. Fuming for not getting his own way but he knew he couldn't lay a hand on her. Not now.

So he simply sneered at her and began to walk away, hoping he managed to scare her enough into keeping their secret.

She watched him descend down the steps, double checking he was out of sight as she rushed forward to pull the metal door to the loft back shut, making sure to lock it from the inside so no one could in from the outside.

Exhausted with the rush of adrenaline, she collapsed back against the door, trying to regulate her breathing.

See, she thought bitterly, she knew she should have gone with Stiles.

The guilt Stiles felt bit away at him the whole drive, his brows furrowed in deep thought. He thought he was helping... he thought he was protecting her... but what if he wasn't?

He noticed Scott playing close attention to him, studying how he held himself, no doubt listening to his racing heart and he just sighed, cocking a brow at his best friend.

"It's anxiety. And guilt. C'mon-" he exclaimed, "-I know you all monitor my mental state, which by the way - super intrusive"

Scott at least looked a little guilty, "sorry. Just making sure you're okay"

"Oh, dandy" he murmured sarcastically, his hands tightening around the steering wheel in frustration.

"You know-" Scott started with, his voice light and airy, "-maybe it wouldn't be such a bad idea to let her back in on these things? Like she used to?"

"I just think it'll go terrible" Stiles shrugged, "she's not ready"

"But why are you making that decision for her?"

"Because she's my-" he cut himself off sharply, knowing he couldn't say the word 'girlfriend', "... I just feel responsible for her. I want her to be okay"

"I know" Scott said softly, "but keeping her this placid, safe doll isn't going to help her recovery"

"But it keeps her alive" he argued, "keeps her safe until she's able to handle everything like she used to"

Scott winced, "I don't know Stiles... isn't positive risk taking beneficial?"

"Since when did you become a psychiatrist?"

Scott rolled his eyes, "just remembering what the doc said"

"I just want to keep her safe. I need to be able to keep her safe... I'm not losing her after everything"

"Stiles you arent going to lose her-"

"I could" he interrupted, "it's happened so many times before and I'm not taking that risk. Not now"

It was clear Scott decided to give up, knowing there was no point arguing with stubborn Stiles on this because there was no changing his mind, not so soon anyway.

The jeep skidded to stop before the road block, police vans and ambulances lighting the way to the damaged police escort van. They hopped out, following the commotion and ducked under the police tape, passing Lydia, Kira and Malia, his dad already coordinating the scene.

His dad noticed them, giving his last orders to a deputy before beckoning them forward.

"It's carnage" his dad announced, "brutal"

"What happened?"

"That's what we need to find out" his dad looked exhausted, running a weathered hand down his face, still dressed in the suit he was going to wear to his date, "Scott, you saw this kid, Donovan. He... He wasn't like you, right?"

"I don't think so" Scott shrugged, "Unless he knows how to hide his scent"

"Well, human or otherwise, this kid might have just murdered his lawyer and mortally wounded two officers. We've got an APB out on him, but you think you can find him faster?"

"I can try"

"All right. Keep it on channel two" his dad said hanging Scott a radio before he disappeared but Stiles wasn't entirely sure about that theory. He knew Donovan was a dick - okay, a completely massive dick with no sense of right or wrong or morals, but to Stiles this just screamed 'Theo'.

"Dad, what if it wasn't Donovan?"

"I'm guessing you've already got a theory?"

"Maybe" Stiles pursed his lips, his hands resting on his hips as he looked at his dad, "what if it was Theo?"

His dad frowned, "are you still on this?"

"Of course I'm still on this" he exclaimed, "bit of a coincidence these murders have happened just days after he turned up"

"Okay" his dad folded his arms, cocking a brow at him, "and why would Theo want to try and murder two officers and a lawyer? And where the hell is Donovan?"

"I..." he paused, not having all the answers but wishing he did, "I don't know" he admitted, "but it's fishy. He's fishy. And Donovan may be an asshole but he's also a wet paper towel, I highly doubt he did this"

His dad looked confused by his word choice, his face screwing up as he waved his hand out at Stiles, "we don't know anything yet, we have to wait until Scott-"

The radio on Parrish's shoulder crackled to life, their friends rushing forward as Parrish grabbed it "Scott, is that you?"

"Yeah, I found Donovan. He's completely freaked out. He keeps saying some name"

"What name?"

Stiles' leg was bouncing up and down, something close to excitement burning through his veins - this was it, this was how they caught him out. Mr perfect not so perfect after all.

"Theo" he whispered, barely audible as he hoped against hope he was right. He needed to be right.

"Tracy" Scott said and Stiles looked up in shock, frowning in disbelief, "He keeps saying Tracy"

"Tracy who?"

"Stewart" Lydia sighed and Stiles glanced at her, watching her share a disappointed look with Parrish, "Tracy Stewart"

Instead of waiting for Stiles to pick her up - like Derek had arranged for her before he disappeared on one of his weeks long trips to look for Kate - she decided to get ready a little earlier and walk. It wasn't that far, a few miles and she needed some fresh air to clear her mind.

Her slender frame was lost in the oversized burgundy hoody she was wearing, keeping her head lowered as she walked along the sidewalk, her bag every few steps sliding off her shoulder so she had to stop and readjust before continuing on again.

This was it... this was what she missed.

Freedom.

Just being able to choose what she wanted to do for herself, even if it was simply just walking herself to school. She felt a little bit less confined and claustrophobic, enjoying the cool breeze wafting through her loose hair.

She was getting there; she was. She felt... better. A little more stable. More steady footed. She didn't know if that was actually her or because of the medication but she hoped it continued. Every day was still hard and exhausting, still wishing sometimes she never returned, but she was getting there. She was healing.

Last night proved that. If he had shown up any other time in the last few weeks or months to threaten her she would've fallen apart, hurried to do what he demanded. But when she finally faced him, she showed resolve. Strength. Stubbornness. She was finally learning to be the old Kayla again and, she realised, that was possible away from her friends. She was too smothered by them, decisions and voice taken away as a way to keep her safe. But without them she was forced to confront her demons, finding that courage she thought was lost.

She couldn't keep being scared. That was no life.

She wasn't long into her walk, about a mile or so when she heard a vehicle pull up next to and if it wasn't the familiar voice calling her name she would've kept walking, not putting herself in any dangerous or uncomfortable situation.

She faltered, turning her head a little to the side to peak through the curtains of her hair, frowning at the smile she was met with.

"Do you need a ride?"

She hesitated, looking at him suspiciously.

"W-Why?"

Theo shrugged, "it's a long walk to school and I'd hate for you to be late"

That was the point though... walking was her decision. Walking was what Derek and Stiles and everyone else wouldn't want her to do but she wanted to so she did, why would she change her decision?

"I'm o-okay" she mumbled, preparing to walk away but Theo cut in again, his voice kind and soothing.

"Are you sure? I don't normally see you alone... is everything okay?"

He never usually saw her alone because, according to her friends and family, she was a danger to herself. Someone that needed 24/7 support and assistance. Someone that couldn't look after herself.

"I-I'm f-fine" she sighed, "b-but uh..." she looked at his pick up, knowing she was rebelling slightly but it was a long walk and she wasn't as fit as she once was, the medication taking a toll on her more than she cared to admit, "o-okay sure"

Theo grinned, moving to the side to open the passenger side door so she climbed in, nervously sitting in the seat as she placed her bag on the floor, "th-thanks"

"No need to thank me" Theo smiled, "just helping a girl out"

They fell into comfortable silence, Kayla resting her head on the window as she watched the world pass her by, a blur of green to her unfocused eyes. Another day of living... another day in this world. It went slowly, everything did these days. Maybe that was because she had already existed for several lifetimes in hell that this life was just wearing her down, grinding her into misery.

"Uh..." Theo coughed, looking at her from the corner of his eye, "don't you usually get a lift with Stiles?"

"Y-Yeah" she shrugged, "b-but I didn't wa-want a lift to-today"

"He's a little paranoid isn't he?" Theo mused, "he acts like I'm here to kill him"

She snorted, "t-that's just S-Stiles in ge-general"

Theo laughed, momentarily taking his eyes off the road to study her, "I'm guessing you two were a thing? Before?"

She frowned, "h-how did y-you kn-know?"

He shrugged, "insightful guess. He cares for you"

"I-I know"

"What happened?" He wondered, holding his hands up ass he sent his a cautious look, "sorry, I didn't mean to pry"

But it felt... fresh. Speaking to someone that wasn't bogged down with the events of the last two years. Someone unbiased and new. Someone she could speak to.

She sighed, "I... I d-died" she summarised, "s-since then... e-everything has b-been ru-ruined"

Theo's eyes darted from the road to her, frowning in sympathy, "the supernatural is complicated isn't it? Ever since I got bit, my life has been like something out of a movie" he laughed, "except without the million dollar pay packet"

The corners of her lips upturned, smiling as he joked with her. Honestly; she didn't know why Stiles had such a hatred for this guy. He seemed okay. He just appeared a little lonely, looking for a pack. She didn't sense any danger from him.

"I-It's worse he-here" she warned lightly, "B-Beacon hills i-is... is h-hell" she settled on saying, not being far off with that statement. She had been to hell, she had experienced the terror that consumed her there and couldn't help but think Beacon Hills had the same effect on people. The town of bloodshed and misery... why would anyone want to live here?

"I'll suck it up" he joked, "so far it seems quite quaint"

She exhaled a small laugh through her nose, "you'll s-soon see"

They weren't far from the school now, another mile or so as Theo turned down the radio, his gaze imploring and slightly nervous.

"Do... do you think I stand a chance?" He asked, "of being part of the pack?"

She was the wrong person to ask, feeling less like a member of the pack the more time that went on.

"Uh... I... I d-don't know" she settled on saying, "S-Scott is a-a go-good guy. If-If you d-do good... h-he'll help"

Theo smiled, "he was like that even as a kid. Helped me through an asthma attack once"

"T-That's Scott" she agreed, warmth filling her heart for her friend, the one that always strived to do good even when the odds were against him.

"I haven't always been the best" he admitted, "I've done some bad things, especially when I first turned. I was lost and uncontrollable..."

She understood, sharing more than what she thought in common with him, "m-me too... but S-Scott for-forgave and un-understood. H-He forgives"

Theo pulled into the school parking lot, parking up and thinking tentatively as he stared out the window, lost in thought.

"I hope so" Theo whispered, "I'm dead without a pack. A lone wolf never survives"

She didn't know what to say, watching the worry seize his expression and felt bad for him. She knew what it was like, being consumed by guilt and worry, feeling alone and left out. It wasn't that long ago she was in his position and, some would argue, still was.

But before long he straightened out his expression, turning to smile at her.

"Thank you"

"Uh... f-for wh-what? You g-gave me th-the ride"

He shrugged a shoulder, "for understanding. And anytime you need a ride, I'll make sure I'm free. Just shout"

She felt a little surprised at that, not used to having someone actively show interest in hanging out with her - not to look after her, no, but out of... dare she say it?friendship.

She dipped her head, murmuring out a quiet thanks as she grabbed her bag and slipped from the jeep, the soles of her converses hitting the asphalt clumsily.

It might be a small accomplishment but she was proud of herself. She did something that went against what others had planned for her, she managed and she was able to carry on a conversation. Surely this was progress right?

Theo watched her leave, the kind look slipping from his face.

"Soon... you'll be mine"

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