Disclaimer: teen wolf does not belong to me in any way shape or form :( thank you so much for all your continued support, it means the world. Hopefully won't have many shifts at work over the next week or two (just essays) so will maybe manage the next couple of chapters quite quickly so yay :)
She didn't intend to lose herself with him so soon but she got caught up in the moment, whisked into his arms and into his heart as he cradled and loved her body like she was a unique piece of art, so valuable and rare he didn't dare leave her untouched. His hands, so blissfully soft and gentle, caressing every inch of her skin until it burned with need and desire, yearning for more of him. Desperate for his love, in every way possible he could give to her.
And he did. He did show her just how much he loved her, making her feel good and whole again. Basking in their connection as they became one once again. Oh how tremendously it felt to be encased in his love, his sole attention dedicated to her and only her.
Bringing her back to life in the way that mattered most.
And the best part was just laying there with him afterwards, curled into his body as she cuddled into his chest and he stroked her hair, their legs intertwined like rope, as still and peaceful as a perfect picture on a greeting card.
The epitome of happiness.
His skin was warm to hold, ever so welcoming and reassuring as she traced patterns across his skin with her index finger, curving through the dusting of hair between his pecs and felt his body hum with pleasure, his fingers tightening in her hair.
"I've missed this" she whispered against his shoulder, bathing in his perfection, his very presence that made her feel more alive than ever before, "I really have"
"Me too" his voice was hushed and quiet, barely above a whisper as he floated in the moment, savouring each second and treasuring the immense happiness that soared through his body.
She couldn't help the smile that pulled at her lips, twisting her head upwards to look at him, "it seems surreal... I never thought this would happen"
His eyelids fluttered open slowly, his long curved eyelashes brushing against his cheeks as he met her gaze, "nor did I. I dreamed of it for so long Kaylz..."
She shifted her body upwards off his chest, leaning on her arm as she rested her head on the palm of her hand, "we uh... we have to talk though. I have to explain things"
His eyes lost their tired glazed, blinking several times to bring himself back to the present, nodding his head.
"Of course... yeah, I mean... it's not every day something like this happens"
She sat up, keeping the covers wrapped around her chest as she glanced around for some clothes but Stiles seemed to know what she was thinking because he reached down his side of the bed and passed her an oversized baggy tee of hers, crumpled and wrinkled from the pile it had been muddled into.
She smiled in thanks, slipping into the dark grey tee, the familiar scent of Stiles filling her nostrils - woody and musky but fresh linen too, wondering for a brief moment if Stiles had been holding this tee to his body to help him sleep, trying to remember her scent.
She watched as he stood up, slipping into his boxer shorts and throwing on his sleep tee, coming back to sit on the bed next to her.
"Stiles I... I don't even know where to start"
He reached out, touching her hand reassuringly, "start at the beginning... when you... when you..."
"When I died?" She guessed, regretting her choice of words as he flinched, "but that's the most boring part"
He frowned at her, completely lost, "what?"
She sighed heavily, not sure what to say without complicating matters so decided maybe, yes, she should start at the start.
"Um... okay uh... well, I got a phone call from Deaton. He found out the nogitsune placed a curse on us. Old, old magic. And uh... one of us had to die, regardless. If anyone but me killed the nogitsune then you would die, which was why I stepped in front of that sword. I couldn't let Kira kill him. I just couldn't. I wasn't going to lose you after everything and that was my choice. I chose that, so please don't feel guilty" she pleaded, watching his shoulders hunch forward in guilt and remorse, her words eating him up from the inside out, "I was ready to die"
He shook his head fervently, the glistening of tears reflecting off his perfectly autumnal irises, "no. No, don't you dare say you were ready to die for me, I didn't ask for that"
"I know" she whispered, "but I had a split second to make that decision... there was no room for discussion. I made that choice out of love... and I would do it again in a heartbeat"
Stiles crumpled a little at her confession, his doe eyes unwavering from her gaze, his body curling in on itself as if in great pain.
"Anyway..." she murmured, bringing her legs forward to cross them in front of her, "uh... I guess you know what happened after that"
He wiped away a tear before it could fall, getting thrown back into those god awful memories, "how could I forget?!"
The pain radiating off him was strong and intense, making her feel a little nauseous as she ducked her head down, stare focusing on the bed sheets, absentmindedly trailing her fingers over the small blue square patterns.
She was struggling with this... finding it hard to break his heart all over again. She had always been an honest person, but could she be honest with everything this time?
Could she make him relive this pain and guilt all over again?
She swallowed thickly, mustering up her strength to find her voice in the midst of her anxiety and fear, determined to be as wholefully truthful as possible.
"This is where things get complicated" she warned, still unsure how to explain everything that had happened, "um... the curse, the magic the nogitsune invoked, was more complicated that Deaton thought. It meant I uh... I ended up with the nogitsune... in... in his hell"
Stiles' gasp was audibly noticeable, his brows furrowing as he stared at her like she was on fire, his eyes wide and surprised, filled with nothing but devastating pain.
"W-What?" He asked breathlessly, "no..."
She shrugged a shoulder, giving him a sad smile, "it was the consequence. He knew one of us would die and he wanted one of us with him if we defeated him. It was his back up plan"
Stiles was in distress, that much was clear, his skin pale and clammy as he took in her words, trying to digest them but instead they stuck in the back of his throat, making him feel sick.
"You... you were in hell?" he choked out, his voice breathless and strained, "you were just in hell?"
"Yeah and no" she winced, wishing there was a better way to explain things, "I was in hell, for a really long time, but I got out. The first time"
He was watching her diligently, unable to tear his gaze away from her expression, desperate to hear more but wishing he didn't have to at the same time.
"Stiles... just bare with me okay?"
He nodded, too in shock to do anything else.
"I got brought back the first time by my supernatural cousins, the other encantados. They wanted to create the ultimate power by joining the most powerful families together, but in order to do that they needed to bring me back. They fucked it up though - typical, right? Their resurrection used the darkest magic known and I came back wrong. Stiles... I came back evil, and no, I'm not exaggerating" she added at his dubious look, "I was... terrible. Heartless. Emotionless. Broken" she shrugged, "I hurt people. I hurt you. I killed people. Lots of people. I was truly, awful"
She looked down in shame, hating herself for the stuff she did, "and the worst thing is, at the time? I enjoyed it. I got off on being this powerful killing machine with no guilt, no remorse. I did whatever I wanted because I could. You... you tried your best to stick with me, to bring me back, but I pushed you too far. The things I did to hurt you Stiles... the people I-I slept with, the things I did to ruin you still haunt me. But at the time? I didn't care. I remember not loving you but hating you, wanting you to suffer... until I did start feeling again, but by then it was too late. We fucked up. So much. You... you got with someone else, someone better than me, and I... I continued to wreck myself. Bad things happened, terrible things, and... and I lost it. I lost my mind Stiles. The guilt... the pain... it got too much. I don't remember much of it but months I lived through being crazy, a shell of myself... until Derek brought me back here. At the start of senior year..."
She sighed heavily, trying her best to remember everything, "but things still didn't feel right. That's when Deaton and Afonso found out the resurrection caused inexplicable damage. I was tainted with hell, marked from my time there and my soul was broken. I didn't ever feel right since coming back because parts of my soul were stuck in hell, with him. With the nogitsune. So we all agreed to try and fix that by performing a spell, a ritual I suppose... only it didn't work the way we all thought it would. I ended up back in hell, left to find the pieces of my soul and when I did... Stiles, I've never felt anything like that before. So much warmth and power it was unbelievable. Then the next thing I know, I'm waking back up in my grave, just like before, and it was January the fourth. January the fourth, except when we did that ritual it was August. I... I don't know how, but I think I've woke up in the past"
Stiles' expression was completely still, moulded into one emotion: pure and undeniable shock. His posture, stiff and unmoving, rooted him to the spot as he slack jaw remained open.
"I know it's a lot to take in-"
He interrupted her with a squeak of indignation, his wide eyed stare looking at her as if she had two heads.
"-but at least I'm not evil this time" she shrugged with a small smile, trying to look on the bright side of things, "I haven't killed anyone yet"
He let out another undignified squeak at her words and she winced, "I mean, not that I'll ever be killing anyone again. Forget I said the yet part"
He stood up off the bed, his shaky legs beginning to pace back and forth along the length of his room, hands tangling through his hair as he tried his upmost to come to terms with what she had just said.
"Uh... you can ask me anything" she added hesitantly, hoping to relieve some of his stress, "I'm an open book"
He paused for a moment, chewing on his thumb nail as he turned to look at her, nearly vibrating from the sheer amount of surprise and shock he was feeling, "so you've... you've already lived through this?"
She nodded, "yeah. But I was different. I was-"
"-Evil. Right" Stiles interrupted, "because of... of hell?"
She inclined her head into another nod, her hands anxiously twisting together, "yes. It wasn't just two months for me down there... it was years"
He moved from foot to foot, half dressed and wrecked from her words, trying to find answers in her gaze as he stared at her, searching for solace and forgiveness.
"H-How long?" He asked hesitantly, gnawing on his bottom lip between his words, "how long exactly?"
She winced, remembering her time in hell and how it broke her but except she now felt, somehow, better able to manage those memories. She didn't feel ready to fall apart from her experience - if anything she felt stronger. Her soul giving her the power and strength to overcome those detrimental feelings.
"... Nearly two centuries" she whispered quietly, immediately regretting being so brutally honest as he faltered back a couple of steps, his breath leaving him in one big exclaim of surprise as he brought his hand up to his mouth, tears glistening in his heartbroken eyes.
"It's okay though" she rushed to say, untangling her legs from one another as she stood up, rushing forward to grab his upper arms to bring him back to reality, not wanting him to get lost in his head, "that doesn't matter now. It's in the past. It happened and then I escaped. The memories won't break me again... I feel okay about it"
"Okay?" He demanded brokenly, his eyes wild with grief and guilt as he stared down at her, "Kayla... two centuries..."
"I know... I know" she mumbled, still gripping at his arms, "and it was, for lack of a better word, hell. It was non stop pain and torture but we can't change it. It's done. I won't let it turn me into that person again, not this time"
A single tear fell from the corner of his eye, tracing its way down his flushed cheek and she reached up to catch it, swiping it away with the pad of her thumb.
"Don't cry" she whispered, her stomach clenching at his sadness, "it's not your fault"
"It is" he mumbled, shaking his head, "it is my fault Kaylz... what you went through to save me..."
"And it was my choice" she repeated gently, "I would do anything to save you Stiles. Anything. You're a part of me... you're my one. I would do anything for you"
He sniffed, reaching up to wipe his nose with the back of his hand, his eyes puffy and red and filled with unshed tears, completely and utterly devastated by her words.
"But you didn't feel like that the first time around"
She winced a little at that, remembering her viscous and bitter self when she returned before.
"No... no I didn't. But that was different. I was soulless... twisted... tainted with hell. I was a monster. I couldn't feel love. But now I-I get to do things differently. I've been given a second chance through whatever miracle this is to fix my mistakes. I'm me... and I'm happy that I went through that instead of you. I really, truly am"
He was struggling, that much she could tell, finding it hard to accept her words so she guided him back to the bed, helping him sit on the edge of it before his legs gave way, keeping close to his side as she rested her cheek on his shoulder, keeping him close.
"I... I never knew Kaylz. I didn't even think that was a possibility... I... I just thought, if anything, you'd be at peace"
"I know" she soothed, "but no one knew"
He sighed, leaning forward to place his elbows on his knees, head in his hands, "and then you had to wake up there... where we... where we buried you..."
"And I know why you did it too. Because Derek wanted to keep it a secret, he wanted to bring me back somehow so him and Isaac dug the hole near the Hale house under my favourite tree. I understand. We've been through this all... it's fine"
"You didn't even get a proper funeral" he cried, the palms of his hands digging into his eye sockets, trying to block out the painful memories, "you were just dumped there..."
She continued to stroke his back, trying to soothe his grief stricken guilt, "I know, but it's okay. It's in the past now. I'm not there anymore, I'm here. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere I promise you"
His shoulders shook with silent cries, the immense guilt and pain fuelling his despair as she continued to rub circles on his back, helping to calm him down.
Eventually he managed to pull himself together, rubbing at his eyes and turned to face her, "what did you do? Before, I mean. Like when you came back evil..."
She swallowed thickly, glancing down in guilt, "... bad things"
"We weren't together?" He asked, knowing the answer would crush him.
"Not really" she shrugged, "I uh... I wasn't capable of love. All I felt was lust and need and so I found that with other people..."
His brows were furrowed, the pain he was feeling contorting his features, "with who?"
Now would be the perfect time to tell him about Isaac, to explain the situation. To say how it happened and promise it wouldn't ever happen again... at least in this timeline, but as soon as she went to say the words her throat clamped up and her mouth went painfully dry, the words dying in the back of her throat.
Isaac said him and Stiles had turned over a new leaf... they hashed out their issues about her, so what was the point of digging up the past? Especially a past that now wouldn't happen. She would only be hurting him.
She glanced down in shame, remembering all those people she used for her own satisfaction and avoided Stiles' gaze, too embarrassed to admit it.
"It's okay" Stiles soothed, reaching out to gently cup her chin to tilt her head up, their stares clashing, "you can tell me... I won't be mad"
She half scoffed, half laughed at the irony, "Stiles, you went ballistic and very jealous last time"
"Yeah but that isn't the me now" he explained calmly, "it's different. It hasn't happened now"
She bit the side of her lip, yearning to keep those warmth and closeness between them, "I don't want you to hate me"
His smile was small but genuine, his thumb stroking her cheek that she subconsciously leaned into, soaking up all the comfort he offered, "I could never hate you baby..."
She wished that was true but she knew different. She had watched him hate her, seen with her own two eyes just what his disdain and loathing did to them, how it made him into this hateful, spiteful person. She didn't want that to happen again. She really didn't.
"Honestly? I don't exactly remember everyone..." she admitted, "what I was... it was like I was pure encantado. I had all this power, this confidence, this need for sex that I haven't felt before. I slept with people because I could, because it made me feel good... made me feel something... and it hurt you. A lot. I don't think you ever forgave me for what I did..."
Stiles winced, not liking the images that popped into his head, imagining the love of his life with multiple other people, her body now theirs, but tried to play his hurt down.
This hasn't happened yet... technically. And now it never would because she had been given a second chance, one Stiles knew she would use properly.
"It doesn't matter now" Stiles whispered, his voice as soft and soothing as the sound of rain hitting the roof, "none of that matters anymore. All that matters is you're back... and I'm so damn happy about that"
His happiness and relief were infectious, causing her to smile at his words as he swooped down and gave her a tight hug, holding on for dear life - not wanting to let go.
"We should tell the others" he mumbled against her shoulder, "Scott, Lydia... they're going to want to know. We can talk about the rest later"
She nodded silently, her arms squeezing him just as tightly back, getting lost in the warmth and safety he offered. How still, even now after what she told him, he still wanted her. Still needed her.
He kissed her cheek, his lips lingering on her skin before pulling back, keeping a hold of her hand as he reached towards his desk to grab his phone, hitting Scott's name and holding it up to his ear.
As he waited for Scott to answer he played with her fingers, continually wrapping them around his own, intertwining them perfectly as he he didn't dare let go of her hand, too scared in case all of this was some fucked up dream.
Eventually, on the fifth ring, Scott answered groggily, sounding lethargic and tired, having not got more than an hours sleep that night.
"Yeah?"
"Hey bud" Stiles greeted, no trace of tiredness in his tone, too hyped to have Kayla back to notice - or care - about his exhaustion, "can you come around here before school and bring the others? It's urgent"
Kayla could almost picture Scott's worried look, his thick brows knitting together as he pushed himself up in his bed, automatically fearing the worst, "why, what's happened?"
"Nothing" Stiles reassured, "okay well something-" shooting her an obvious look, "-but nothing bad. It's important, please?"
"Uh... sure" Scott mumbled and she could hear his bed squeak as he moved off it, already searching for clothes if the distant rustling was anything to go by, "I'll let the others know. But Stiles-" he called our before Stiles could end the phone call, "-are you sure everything's okay? You sound different"
Stiles smiled, his eyes never leaving hers, "things are amazing" he murmured, still completely in awe as he hung up the phone, placing it to one side and leaning forward to cup her cheeks lovingly.
"Things will be better this time around, I promise" he vowed, "I'll make sure of it"
Her lips upturned at his words, wholeheartedly believing him, "we still have so much to talk about though. What I told you barely scratches the surface-"
"We'll get to it" he reassured her, "we have time now"
"I... I know" she mumbled, "but Stiles... you can't remember what happened because it, technically, hasn't happened now but I can. I remember how we destroyed each other... we weren't even really together when I came back..."
He frowned, looking a little hurt as he pulled back to look at her, "oh... oh so uh... are we not a thing just now...?" glancing in confusion between her and the bed, "because we kinda just had sex..."
Her heart stung with regret at his tone, hating making him feel so much pain, "it's complicated. I just... I know to you it's only been two months and before that we were in love and together but to me... I've had months of not being with you Stiles. I was with other people... so were you-"
"What?" He asked, bursting into a quick disbelieving laugh, "I wouldn't-I mean, there's no way I would ever choose anyone over you"
She shrugged sadly, "it's complicated-"
"There's no way" shaking his head in complete denial, "you're the only person that I want"
"You feel like that now" she explained, "but back then, in the future, whatever weird timeline shit this is, you didn't. At least for a while. That's how bad things got between us and I still remember that. It happened to me, not to you. Well, not this you. Urgh, it's giving me a headache" she moaned, rubbing at her temples, "everything is really complicated right now"
"It doesn't have to be" he begged, "we can... we can just be Stiles and Kayla again"
"And we will be, I'm sure of it. I just want you to know the whole story before you decide to get back with me"
"Kaylz..." he smiled, "there is no decision. I always want you"
Butterflies erupted in her stomach at his kind and soft words, feeling herself getting pulled back into his magnetic charm. He was goofy and hyperactive, often not taking things seriously, but when he really wanted to he had such a way with words, wrapping her around his little finger. Ever so endearing and enigmatic.
She reached out her hand, searching for his and pulling him forward so their chests touched, the space between them still too far apart.
"Stiles..." she whispered, her heart pleading with her head to be open and honest with how she felt, no more pretending or covering up, to be one hundred percent honest about how he made her feel, "... you're the love of my life. I can see that now. I was meant to die for you, but I was meant to come back to you too. You..." she paused, trying to hold back the tears threatening to spill, "... you... you are my only one"
His fingers danced across her jawline, sweeping across her skin leaving a fire trail in its wake, leaning down to press his forehead against hers.
"And you, mine" he whispered, unable to hold back the smile that spread across his lips as he slowly inched forward, inviting her lips to his with a shuddering breath and she had no self control left, her soul happy and content to be back in his arms as she closed the gap and pressed her mouth to his, a blissful feeling erupting through her veins.
This... this was her heaven.
He was her saving grace.
She was ready to fight for redemption with him by her side.
Everything about it just felt right. Like their souls were magnets to one another, unable to break apart for too long. Forced back together in a whirlwind of emotions.
It was unmistakable.
He wrapped his arms around her, desperate and yearning for more of her, his hands roaming her willing body as she broke the kiss, twisting her head to the side so his needy lips etched patterns along the column of her neck, burning her skin with imprints of his lips.
It just felt right. There was no other words for it.
He bent down slightly, hands slipping downwards to curl around the back of her thighs and lift her up, her legs wrapping around his waist as he held her, their lips and tongues finding their way back to each other one again
Her soul needed him... he was the match to light her fire.
She found herself moaning into his mouth, clinging to his skin as she yearned for more, to be made his once again but the distant sound of a motorbike rumble made them break apart, both peering sideways to see Scott ride up into his driveway, Lydia's car not far behind it.
"Shit" Stiles half groaned, half whispered, trying to catch his breath as willed his body to calm down, "that was quick"
"Well, your phone call to him was slightly ominous and terrifying" she giggled, "I'd be here in a flash too"
"Ha ha, very funny" he deadpanned but his smile was playful as he loosened his grip on her, letting her slide down his body, "they definitely weren't obeying the speed limit"
She shrugged, "you said it was a suggested speed limit anyway"
"Touche"
She playfully chucked his some beige slacks that were thrown in the pile of laundry, "get dressed. I'm sure the last thing Scott wants to see is your hard on. He'll think you invited them all round for an orgy"
He chucked, clumsily pulling on his pants, "andddddd the typical thought process of Kayla is back. Shame that didn't stay buried"
"Ouch" she joked at his bashful humour, "dead jokes already huh? Couldn't give a girl a few days to readjust?"
"Meh, you've done it before, should be an expert by now" he was playful and excitable, too eager and happy to have her back to focus on any negatives, his front door opening as Scott called out his name, "uh... wait here until I try and explain what the hell has just happened. We don't want to give them heart attacks"
She nodded, glancing around for some spare clothes of hers as he kissed her forehead, his hand tangling through her knotty hair, "I love you"
His words, so honest and true, rung in her ears like the sweetest melody, tinged with devotion and loyalty as he kissed the tip of her nose and pulled away from her, already hating the distance between them.
Scott had called out again, worry and panic in his voice so Stiles just shouted, "stay there, two seconds" before rolling his eyes playfully at his best friends dramatics.
"They're going to be delighted" Stiles promised, "they've got their best friend back..."
She watched him exit the room with a smile, leaving the bedroom door open a crack so she could hear what was going on downstairs as she rushed around and grabbed a random pair of leggings and a vest top, throwing on one of Stiles' plaid shirts on top.
Running her hands through her tuggy hair, she carefully tiptoed out into the hallway, hovering on the top landing of the staircase as she heard her friends worried voices, hovering around Stiles' as if fearful he was having some sort of breakdown or crisis.
"-going on?" Scott asked, "Stiles... we're all really worried for you. You're not acting like yourself. You haven't been the same since Kayla died and-"
"-And we think you should go and speak to someone about it" Lydia interrupted and Kayla smiled lightly at the sound of her best friends voice, "we've already lost them... we don't want to lose you too"
Kayla swallowed the sad lump that began to grow in the back of her throat, hating what her friends were going through at the moment.
"What? Guys, don't be so ridiculous, I'm fine. Look-"
"You're not fine" Scott interrupted, "you barely sleep, barely eat. It's not normal. You can't let this grief take over your life"
"Scott, it hasn't, because-"
"I miss her too" Lydia's voice was sad but kind, and she could just imagine Lydia reaching out for Stiles' hand, "but don't waste her sacrifice. Live... for her. Just like her letter said"
"Oh my god" Stiles exclaimed, "guys, for the love of god, I'm not losing my mind. I didn't call you round for an intervention okay? I called you round here so you can see Kayla again"
She winced at Stiles' clumsy words but had to hold back a laugh, knowing that would just make them question his sanity even more.
"You're insane" she heard Malia exclaim, "he's insane. I called it"
"Shhh" Kira shushed her, recognising the delicacy of the situation, "Malia, not now"
"Stiles... Kayla's gone" Scott whispered carefully, clearly fearing for his best friend's state of mind, "I'm sorry but we've been over this. She's dead... remember?"
She decided to put Stiles out of his misery because he clearly was struggling trying to convince his friends he wasn't going completely crackers and gently made her way down the stairs, avoiding the creaky steps and slipped around the corner into the living room, her friends back facing her.
"Actually-" she called out, watching as every single one of them jumped at the sound of her unexpected voice, "not dead" awkwardly holding up the peace sign, "well... anymore"
Their expressions were priceless and definitely worth getting framed if she had a camera, each one of them staring at her as if she had sprouted tentacles, complete disbelief and awe twisting their features. Well, all apart from Isaac who just smiled at her, keeping quiet before as to not ruin the moment, knowing all along why they were being summoned to Stiles' house but not wanting to wreck the surprise.
"I was getting to that part Kaylz" Stiles exclaimed, "I told you not to give them heart attacks!"
She shrugged, "it was painful listening to you try and convince them you didn't need locked up in Eichen house" she defended herself playfully.
"W-Wait... what?l" Scott asked breathlessly, his eyes sweeping up and down her body as his jaw clenched and unclenched, "Kayla...?"
"The one and only" she smirked, "sorry, couldn't miss the dramatic entrance"
She was trying to be lighthearted and bashful, showing humour in a clearly tense and shocked situation, hoping to ease their gut wrenching revelation but for several seconds no one said anything, too overwhelmed being in their dead friends presence to muster up the courage to say anything.
"Uh..." she glanced at Stiles, "no welcome home banner? kinda disappointed guys. Coming back from the dead is quite an achievement"
Her sense of humour was back and stronger than ever; feeing so much like her usual old self that she had missed for so long, coming back stronger and better than ever.
It was Lydia that tottered forward, shuffling along the carpet towards her, her green eyes wide and perfectly shaped eyebrows arched upwards, her bottom lip quivering with emotion.
"Oh my god... Kayla..." Lydia breathed, slowly inching her way forward, "oh god... it's really you..."
"Well duh" Kayla grinned, "who else?!"
Her best friend suddenly threw herself forward, her little body slamming into hers at such a force it nearly knocked her off her fee, her arms wrapping around Kayla's torso and squeezing - hard.
"Oh my god, this is really happening" Lydia cried, sobbing happily against her shoulder, "oh my god..."
Kayla dropped her humorous facade, choosing to wrap her arms back around Lydia, "yeah Lyds... it's really me. I'm back"
Their exchange seemed to kickstart something in Scott because he shook himself from his staring, glancing at Stiles in complete astonishment and only believed it was true when he saw his best friend smile - the first true, honest smile he had seen him give in months.
Without hesitation, he rushed forward, wrapping his arms around both Lydia and Kayla, breathing in her familiar scent, one he never thought he would get to smell ever again.
"Ah screw it" Isaac mumbled, "everyone's hugging, why not?" And he joined the little circle too and Kayla knew, right then and there, she was worthy of a second chance.
They made her worthy of it.
Her soul and heart were all right here in this very room... in the people she was proud, and honoured, to call her very best friends.
A/N) can I get an ahhhhh haha honestly I'm no damn hyped for this. Kayla gets a second chance and the pack can be all cute and pure again. I'm so exited, and I'm happy because it's going to be cute and easy going for a little while, with some drama happening later on so yay
Also please please review it would mean the absolute world it really would. It inspires me so much, because I love and value my readers so damn much - Thank you :)