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Also I have now deleted the authors note I published as a seperate chapter but just in case you missed it: basically I am rewriting "I'm no Werewolf" (the first book in the series) because I was just an inexperienced teen and I think (and hope) my writing has improved lol so far there is 4 chapters published in under two weeks so I'm definitely on a roll haha I would appreciate it if you checked it out :) the main storyline will stay the same but there will be some noticeable changes :)
She had sat them all down and re-explained everything she had told Stiles to their friends, trying to not make it too jarring but, judging by their expressions, she knew her words had hit a new level of surprise and shock within them.
She didn't blame them. Although resurrection was rare, they had been through it with Peter and now Kate. No, it wasn't so much the fact she was alive again, it was more the fact she had lived through events they hadn't, and returned with knowledge of the future none of them can remember because, technically, they haven't lived through it.
It was, to say the least, a mind fuck.
"How is any of that possible?" Kira murmured, perched next to Malia on the couch, Lydia on the far end, "is it like... time travel?"
Kayla shrugged, "I have no idea. All I know is, it should be senior year for me - us - but as soon as that ritual to get my soul back worked, I was back here. Now. Except not evil - obviously" she added, just clarifying that to her friends in case they tried to pounce on her, "I guess that future, albeit only six or seven months, won't exist anymore? I mean, I've already changed things from before"
"Like what?" Scott asked, sitting on the other couch next to Isaac, Stiles hovering about behind her, "what's changed?"
"Uh... I'm not evil is definitely up there in the top ten" she joked, "and I guess... Araya's guards aren't dead. Or that woman from the store. And I haven't kicked your ass" she directed towards Malia, "I went with you to La Iglesia but made my own way back..." she felt a little shame swell in the back of her throat, "... via truckers"
Stiles' hand reached out to rub the small of her back, "it's okay... that hasn't happened now"
"I know" she sighed, "and I know this is like a do over and I should be happy because it basically erases all the bad shit that I did but I still remember it. I still feel guilty"
"What else happened in those months?" Lydia asked, "anything we should watch out for? Like people trying to kill us?"
Kayla snorted at the irony, "just the deadpool. But don't worry, none of us die" she quipped, "though lots of people do try"
Isaac frowned, "the deadpool?"
"Yeah" she nodded, "basically, a supernatural hit list. All our names are on it and for varying amounts of top dollar too" she added before pursing her lips in tender thought, "it was a very strange couple of months"
"Who's doing that?" Scott asked, "who put our names on this list?"
"Uh... good question. I'm not actually sure" she got a few strange looks in return, "remember, I was clinically psychotic. A good chunk of that time I don't recall because I was either losing my mind or off doing my own thing"
"It's okay" Stiles soothed again, "we'll figure it out. We always do"
"I know" she leaned back against his side, soaking up all the comfort he offered, "If it helps any, I know the codes to access these lists. It's Allison, Aiden and Kayla"
The room immediately got a little colder at the mention of their dead friends names, their eyes gaining a little more sadness and grief than what was once held.
"We need a password to see these lists?"
"Duh" Kayla replied to Malia, "we're in the digital age now"
"How do we find these lists?" Isaac asked, "and how much am I worth?" he added in afterthought.
"Not as much as me" she joked playfully, her eyes twinkling with amusement.
"Why are you worth more than me?"
"Have you come back from the dead?" she retaliated with a smirk as Isaac just rolled his eyes.
From behind her she felt Stiles stiffen a little, probably misreading their friendly banter as something else, his paranoia and jealousy slowly seeping out.
She frowned, twisting around slightly to peer over her shoulder to meet his gaze, reassuring his worries with kind eyes.
Maybe Stiles and Isaac had only sorted out their issues about her because, well, she was dead. There was nothing to fight over. Only now, she was back. She could just imagine Stiles' new found worry and jealousy beginning to rear it's ugly head again.
She swallowed nervously, meeting his caramel brown stare that softened at her glance.
Yup... definitely not telling him about what had happened with Isaac in that other timeline. At least, not yet. Not until he felt better in himself to not feel inadequate and second best.
"I know it's a lot to take in, but-"
"No shit Sherlock" Isaac interrupted, still looking completely frazzled from her bombshell of an explanation.
"-but-" she continued pointedly, "-we'll get through it, we always do"
Scott smiled, "it's good to have you back Kay"
"It's good to be back" she smirked before frowning, "... again"
Lydia got up off the sofa, reaching out to hold her hands, "I missed you. I know you probably know that and I most likely said it before, but I did. I missed you so much"
Kayla smiled gently at her best friend, squeezing her hands back, "I know Lyds. I'm sorry for leaving. I don't think I really said that before"
Lydia's eyes were soft and brimming with unshed tears, "between you and Allison... and then Aiden, I... I thought I'd never get past it"
Kayla squeezed her hands tighter, "Aiden's okay. He's moved on. He's happy" she reassured a surprised Lydia, her friends eyes trained on them in shock too.
"Wha... how?" Lydia asked, "how do you know that?"
"I saw him" she whispered, "must've been some sort of crossover to the other side or something because he went up and, well, I went down" she tried to joke playfully, "he was alright"
Lydia's tearful smile was thankful, leaning forward to wrap her into another hug.
"Thank you... thank you"
Kayla smiled, rubbing Lydia's back in comfort.
"I don't understand" Malia interrupted, "how can this be happening?"
Kayla felt a little warmth seize her chest, looking at her new found sister with fresh eyes. Seeing her in a completely different light to before. Feeling a connection that she didn't get a chance to experience last time.
She almost came out and said it, about to make some sort of sisterly joke but immediately snapped her mouth shut because, whoopsies, Malia didn't know this yet. This was going to get very confusing and she was definitely going to put her foot in her mouth at some point, that was a given.
"I guess, uh... Hales are just... different" she settled on saying, giving Malia a careful once over and feeling Lydia's knowing eyes on her the entire time, watching her reaction carefully, "a lot of shit happens to us, so..."
Malia nodded, agreeing with her explanation.
"Clearly" she murmured, "I mean, Derek is a teenager again"
"Oh, shit, that's right" she muttered in afterthought, "it's a part of Kate's plan to get into the vault"
Everyone frowned in confusion.
"The vault?" Stiles asked, stepping closer to her side as he touched her hip, his fingers lingering on the bone as Isaac frowned at them, "what vault?"
"The Hale vault" she replied without hesitation, looking around obviously but she just got a load of confused looks back in return, "have I never told you about that?"
"Uh, I can say for sure you have never ever mentioned a secret family vault, no" Stiles said, letting out a snort, "but it shouldn't surprise me. Nothing with the Hales ever does"
She screwed her face up in playful mockery, "ha ha very funny. We don't have that many secrets"
This time it was Scott that exclaimed a sound of indignation, "you're all very mysterious. And sometimes creepy. Derek was definitely creepy at the start. 'We're brothers now'" he mocked as he remembered Derek's words, "it's sort of weird"
"It's not that weird" she rolled her eyes, "most families have safes or lock boxes or garages to lock stuff in, we just have an underground vault. Makes sense"
The looks on everyone's faces showed just how much sense it didn't make.
"... or not" she added, "anyways. Not important" she waved her arm out, disregarding such trivial concerns, "point is, she aged him backwards to get something. Um... I don't know what. I missed that part. Sorry"
"We'll try and find out" Scott nodded, "don't worry. Uh... anything else important we need to know?"
She pursed her lips, blowing out a long breath, "my evil supernatural cousins will probably also try and cause a lot of trouble. I killed them last time" she added nonchantedly, "except this time I probably shouldn't do that"
Stiles smirked, "oh gee, you think?"
She elbowed his side playfully, "I don't have half as much power now anyway. Or, uh, any power I think" she added, "maybe a consequence of coming back?"
"Wait, no power at all?" Stiles asked, glancing down at her in concern, "no glowing eyes? Scarily sharp teeth? ... horniness?" he added with a quirk of the brow, obviously referring to her seductress side.
"You dealt with that an hour ago" she mentioned shamelessly, watching as his eyes widened in surprise and embarrassment, "but uh, yeah... none of that. God knows" she shrugged, "maybe for the best if it does stay gone. It uh, caused us some problems before. Me being a seductress and all"
Stiles simply smiled, "I still love that part of you, you know that"
"I know" she mumbled, "but after how I was... before... in the future... yknow what I mean-" she dismissed, even getitng confused herself, "-a part of me kind of hopes I maybe... don't get them back?"
Stiles cupped her elbow in reassurance, "we'll just have to wait and see"
She couldn't help the small smile that tugged at her lips, subconsciously leaning into his side and pressing her cheek on his shoulder, soaking up all the warmth and lobe that was seeping from his very being. His arm, strong and protective, curled around her body and pulled her closer to his side, his hand twisted around to hold her stomach.
She knew she had said to him they should keep things cool between them - just friends - but it was hard when he was like this, so... loving. So devoted and glowing with happiness. She just wanted to be back in his arms like she was an hour ago but she knew that probably wasn't the best idea.
Not after everything.
"We should... go" Scott murmured, inclining his head towards the door and sending the others a pointed look, "leave you two to it"
"You don't have to-"
"Good idea" Stiles nodded, interrupting her sentence, "we'll meet you's at school"
Her friends all gathered around her once more, giving her another hug and expressing their thanks and love before taking their leave.
"Someone was eager to get me alone" she joked as Stiles stepped in front of her, his hands fluttering up her body to cup her cheeks, his eyes like polished amber, hues of molten honey dancing and reflecting from his loving stare.
"Can you blame me?" he wondered with a smile, "I've lost you for long enough... I don't want to be without you for a second more than I have to"
She relaxed in his hold, her eyes fluttering shut at the feel of his warm palms holding her face, his thumb pads gently sweeping out to caress her cheekbones.
She was finally home.
"Thank you"
"For what?" he asked in response to her words, his brows furrowing in confusion.
"For... for still loving me" she mumbled, slowly peeling her eyes open to meet his gaze, "in that other time. I know you don't remember, obviously, but even when things were bad and we hated each other... that love never went away"
His lips brushed against her forehead, lingering there for several seconds as he breathed in her scent.
"That's because I will never stop loving you" he vowed, his nose gently pressed against her skin, "not then, not now. Till the end of the road remember?"
And through any time and any circumstances, their love still destined to break through whatever obstacles were placed against them.
Her lips upturned into a gentle smile as she nuzzled into his chest, her arms wrapping around him as if holding on for dear life, never wanting to let go.
"Don't leave me Kaylz... please"
She squeezed him just that little bit tighter, desperate to just hold him and take away all his pain.
"Never Stiles..." she whispered, "I promise"
Stiles has begged and pleaded with her to not bother going into school today, that they could just chill at his house and talk and hang out - which, she knew, would most likely turn into touching and kissing and then sex - so she thought getting back to a bit of normality would be best.
She hadn't had normality in months, and for a very long time before that, so maybe just having a crappy boring teenager day was exactly what she needed.
Plus, maybe being alone with Stiles for such an extended period of time wasn't the best idea. There was still so much they needed to discuss, to sort out, before they could get back to normality.
Whatever that was.
Nothing about their relationship had been normal up until now, so why start now?
He offered to drive them, which she accepted, having changed into her usual clothes that she had stashed at Stiles' house, a pair of skinny blue jeans and an off shoulder white top.
"So uh-" Stiles started to say hesitantly as they climbed into the jeep, "-what else happened in that alternate timeline?"
She froze for a second, wondering if he had any sort of suspicion about Isaac, especially after his reaction to her and Isaac playfully being friends again.
"Uh..." she closed the door behind her, putting her belt on to give her a couple extra seconds to think, "... a lot. Why, is there something you want to know?"
He started up the jeep, his fingers tapping the leather wheel as he waited for it to shudder to life, "I guess uh... what I was like? I mean, without sugar coating it" he sent her a knowing look, "was I bad to you?"
She snorted out a surprised laugh, "uh Stiles, it was more the other way around. Remember me mentioning being evil?"
"I know, I just... it was just the way you said things earlier. About me... being with someone else..."
"Oh" she muttered, knowing this was going to get brought up at some point but hoping it was way later down the line, "right. That"
He swallowed nervously, his eyes darting from the road to her face, "I actually did that?"
She hated those memories but knew she was in no place to judge, not after everyone she had slept with - including their friend, Isaac.
"Yeah" she mumbled, "we got into a big fight at the hospital-"
"The hospital?" he interrupted with an alarmed look on his face, "why were we at the hospital?"
"We got into a car crash. I guess the way we crashed injured my spine because I was paralysed - just temporarily-" she added before he could begin fussing, "-and uh, you saw a video of me that people at school were sharing. A video of me uh... with someone else..."
She saw him visibly flinch, clearly not liking that visual at all.
"We just... fought" she said simply, "you left and then ran into her. I guess I just pushed you too far and you found someone that gave you something I couldn't. Loyalty and goodness" she simply said with a sad shrug, "it was short lived though. She turned out weird"
"Oh god I... I'm so sorry" he whispered, "I would never even think about doing that... this me anyway..."
"I know, and you don't have to apologise" she mumbled, "I'm not going to hold a grudge against you for something I did, but worse. I uh... I hurt you a lot"
He glanced at her from the corner of his eye, his stare brushing over her and she clearly felt him pondering asking her again who with, how many, where, when... all the questions he knew would hurt him but he couldn't not know.
"You know, if there's something you're not wanting to tell me because you think I'll freak out or get jealous or something... it's fine. It's okay" he said, "you can tell me anything"
A rush of guilt swelled up inside her, wishing she had the confidence to come clean but didn't want to hurt him because she remembered his reaction last time, before, when he found out about what her and Isaac had done due to her callous and crude words and it had broken him. Completely and utterly ruined his trust in not only her, but his friendship with Isaac too.
How could she break him like that again?
"I know" she settled on saying, "but like I said before I uh, can't remember... everything..."
He frowned, knowing her well enough to sense her guilt, "do you think I'll hate you for having sex with other people?"
"Well, yeah" she replied pointedly, "I know it's not cheating because we weren't together but those feelings were still there. I still hurt you and ruined what we had and I don't think telling you all the people I screwed to mess with your head is a good idea"
"Kaylz..." he sighed, reaching out to place a hand on her thigh, "I know to you it's happened but to me? It's now not ever going to happen. So I think I can handle it"
She admired the fact he was trying to be mature but knew his jealousy would get the better of him. It always did. It was just Stiles and his insecurities.
"Okay uh, well... let's see..." she thought back, "there was uh... Mark... Greg... David-"
"David?" Stiles interrupted, his voice ending up as more of a screech as he swivelled his head to stare at her in shock, "David? Like guy that gave me a concussion in eighth grade David?"
She quirked a brow, "see? This is exactly what I was meaning-"
"No, no, no, wait, carry on. I'm good, I'm good" he reassured her, sounding like he was talking himself down from a fit, "go on"
She rolled her eyes but abided by his wishes, "uh... Emily... Leah... Oliver... Donovan-"
"Excuse me, what?" He demanded, suddenly slamming on the brakes so the jeep careened forward to a clumsy stop in the middle of the road, the smell of burning tyres infiltrating her nostrils, "Donovan? Donovan?"
She shook her hair from her face, her hands grabbing at her seat and the door handle as she looked at him in horror, his reaction - although kind of justified - caught her completely off guard.
"See?" she rolled her eyes, "exactly why I didn't want to tell you"
"But Donovan?" he challenged, ignoring the cars behind him honking their horns, "I hate that guy"
"I know" she sighed, "that's why evil me did it. Well, did him"
"I'm going to kill that guy"
She had to resist another eye roll, "no you're not because 1) like you said it hasn't happened now and 2) he would kick your ass. Calm down"
"Donovan?"
"Okay, you know what, I'll walk" she went to her out his jeep but he reached out to grab her wrist, profusely apologising as he pulled her back.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, come back" he begged, reaching over her body to shut the door, "I overreacted. A lot. Like you said I would. I'm sorry" he added with a wince, "it just... caught me off guard is all"
"Maybe it's best some things stay in the past" she said knowingly, "or future. Or in the other timeline. Whatever freaky shit this is" she added with a chuckle, "point is... it's technically now never happened and won't. Ever"
Stiles relaxed a little, giving her a small smile, "I trust you"
There that feeling was again: guilt. Pure and raw and unwavering as it settled in her stomach. She hated herself for keeping things from him but, based on his reaction just then, it was definitely better he didn't know about Isaac. She was scared he would actually go and kill him. Especially if now, in this timeline, he was still affected from the nogitsune's possession and dark magic which made his angrier than usual.
"Okay, okay. I hear ya" Stiles shouted out his window at the continuous beeping of the horns behind him, "I'm going, I'm going"
He let the engine shudder to life again, skidding away from his spot in the middle of the road to head towards the school.
"Uh... sorry" he apologised, "I didn't mean to-"
"-blow your top?" she smirked, "it's fine, I uh... expected it"
He sighed, "no I uh... I don't want to be him"
She frowned in confusion, unsure what he was meaning as he sighed again.
"You know... him. Me. The other me" he added, "he sounded... awful"
She smirked lightly, "he wasn't all bad. He was still kind and soft and funny and everything I fell in love with"
"Yeah, maybe, but he was also rude and obnoxious and disloyal it sounds like"
"I mean-"
"Tell me I'm wrong"
She paused for just a second and Stiles nodded knowingly, "see?"
"No, it wasn't like that" she murmured, "we just brought out the worst in each other, that's all. I blame hell"
He drove into the school parking lot, parking haphazardly into a space and yanking on the handbrake.
"I just... don't want to be him. I want to prove myself to you"
"I think it should be the other way around"
He inched his hand forward to rest on her knee, his expression relaxing as soon as he met her stare.
"We can work through this... right?" he asked, a tinge if fear in his voice, "I mean... we can go back to being us again at some point?"
She sighed sadly, reaching out to place her hand atop his, "I really hope so..."
She got a few weird looks when she strolled back into school with her friends, many probably wondering where the hell she disappeared to for two months but no one dared ask which she was thankful for.
She couldn't be bothered lying to their faces, let alone face any form of social interaction with anyone outside her friend group.
Her first class was art, which Stiles had walked her to, and it took a lot of convincing to get him to go to his own class, clearly not wanting to leave her side.
Eventually though he did bid her farewell, heading to physics with Lydia and she watched him go, her heart aching slightly. She loved him so much, each part of her wanting to be with him in every way humanly possible but didn't want to rush into anything.
Not when she wasn't being completely honest.
She took her seat next to her easel, not having done any of her hobbies in so long, but got distracted by Isaac strolling in, his face lighting up as he saw her.
Crap. She forgot he was the only one of her friends in this class with her.
He took his seat next to her, his grin wide, "well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes"
"Now that I'm alive, yeah" she joked, "my rotting corpse? Not so much"
He snorted, "god, how I missed your blunt ways"
"Just being honest" she chuckled, "uh... thanks, by the way. For earlier"
"It was pure coincidence it was us driving on that road at that time. I shouldn't have even been in the car with Cam, but after Mexico I just wanted to clear my head..."
"Well, I'm glad it was you" Kayla murmured, "nice to see a friendly face after... everything"
His baby blue eyes softened, that kind affectionate glint returning to his stare and she was forced to glance down, reaching into her bag and pulling out her pens and pencils as the intensity of his stare heightened.
"Kay, I uh... I missed you. You know that right?"
"I know"
"Like... really missed you"
She swallowed thickly, their stares clashing again, "I know. I remember from last time"
"See, that's the problem, I don't" he joked, "because this is the first time my best friend has come back from the dead"
A giggle erupted from the back of her throat, having missed their innocent playful banter.
"Well, you should get used to it. It's becoming a common occurance"
"I've gathered" he laughed, shaking his head as he too reached for his own pens and pencils, "must be strange. Doing all of this again"
"Yeah, a little. But I'm doing things differently this time. So it doesn't feel too much like deja vu"
"And uh... how are things with Stiles?"
Ooft, dangerous territory there.
"They're... fine" she settled on saying, "we have a lot to work through. Stuff he doesn't remember, obviously"
Isaac chuckled, "didn't stop you sleeping with him earlier though"
She rolled her eyes as she slapped his arm playfully, "oh, shut it. That just happened. I didn't plan it"
"Sure" he joked and although he was trying to keep his gaze light and unbothered, she could see his expression a little tense and tight at the mention of her and Stiles but, as always, he covered it up well.
"Uh... I've actually been meaning to ask you, uh..." oh crap, here goes, "I got back with Paige, um... and I was just wondering if that, y'know, works out?"
... And there it was. The dreaded future question. Dreaded because she ruined them in that weird future alternate timeline by making out with him, encouraging a break up, sleeping with him and taking his virginity and then making out with him - again.
It was a fucking disaster.
She broke their stare, glancing at the blank piece of paper on her eisel in front of her, trying to think of something appropriate to say.
"Oh. That bad huh?" Isaac winced, "do I screw it up?"
"It's not really my place to say..."
"Kay, please" he begged, reaching out to touch her shoulder, "I just need to know. A part of me is just questioning my feelings for her after uh..." he gulped, "after some... recent... events"
Recent being her. Back from the dead, all that jazz. Great.
"Things got... complicated" she murmured, being as honest as possible, "yeah, definitely complicated"
Isaac frowned, moving his chair a little closer to hers, keeping his voice hushed from others around them, "complicated? Complicated how?"
"I really shouldn't say-"
"Do I hurt her?"
Yeah, you could say that.
"Isaac..." she said softly, "I don't want to get in the middle of your relationship again"
He pulled back, slightly alarmed, "again? What do you mean again?"
Oh fuck. There it was. Foot. Mouth. Disaster.
She let out an audible wince, her expression twisting into shame.
"Kay, come on, just tell me" he encouraged, "what do you mean? What happens?"
"Nothing happens" she rushed out, shaking her head, "nothing important anyway because it won't happen now. Change of timeline remember?"
He frowned, sensing her worry and anxiety from her chemo signals as she tried to dismiss his questions and concerns but she could tell by his expression turning into shock he had put two and two together and had probably ended up with four.
"Oh my god, wait" he exclaimed, his jaw slack as he pointed a finger between them, "do we... do you and I...?"
"Shhh" she hushed him, glancing around to make sure no one had overheard them, "what are you doing? Shut up"
His eyes were wide, completely side tracked by his - right - assumption, looking at her with new found surprise.
"We do, don't we? Oh my god-"
She grabbed his arm, pulling him up before he could shout anything else, dragging him to the back of the room where the paints and paint brushes were and sent him a warning look to shut the hell up.
"Isaac, stop, don't go there" she demanded, "just focus on Paige-"
"But we-"
"Okay, fine, yes" she exclaimed loudly, "we had sex. Is that what you want to hear? I took your stupid virginity in a stupid police cell and it was a stupid mistake. But it wasn't us. I was evil and you were sad. It shouldn't have happened"
Isaac gulped, sweeping his gaze over her body, "but it did..."
"Technically, not now" she reminded him, "it's been erased, remember?"
"...You remember it" he swallowed thickly, "why didn't you say something before?"
"I've been back all of five minutes Isaac, our little rendezvous hasn't been a top priority for me"
His eyes saddened a little, "of course not. But Stiles is right?"
She rolled her eyes, "don't act like that is a major surprise for you. I've told you-"
"I know" he interrupted, "but let me guess... you haven't told him about this?"
She deflated a little, that sour guilt returning to the pit of her stomach.
Isaac scoffed, "yeah, thought not"
"You two had just made up" she argued, "finally. And you know what? It was nice to see because in that other time, Stiles hated you for what you did. He wanted to kill you and I'm not going to apologise for trying to save that friendship, especially because what happened is never going to happen"
"How can you be so sure?"
She sighed, rubbing her temple as she felt a stress headache coming on, not expecting to deal with this issue so damn soon.
"Because, like I said, it only happened because I was evil. I slept with everyone. It wasn't special to me"
"Kayla, you took my god damn virginity. Sorry if I'm going to be affected by that"
"You're still a virgin now" she reminded him, "and I'm not taking it this time. So please just... keep this to yourself okay?"
"Why?" he shrugged, "if it doesn't matter because it hasn't happened now then what's the big deal?"
"You know what the 'big deal' is" she rolled her eyes, "Stiles will go ballistic. Do you really want to lose a friend over this?"
Isaac remained silent, chewing it over in contemplation.
"It's kind of ironic" he murmured, "the thing I had once wanted most happened and I can't remember it because it got erased from existence. Just my luck"
"Don't say anything. Not now" she sighed, "it's not worth the pain. I... I need to fix things with Stiles and I won't be able to do that if you tell him"
Isaac simply bowed his head, avoiding her stare, "sure. Whatever. What are friends for, right?"
She could tell she upset him, watching him trail back to his seat with sad eyes and kicked herself over and over again for the drama that seemed to follow her about.
Her life, as ever, getting more and more complicated with each passing second.
What else could possibly happen next?
A/N) yayyyy, another update. Sorry it took a couple weeks I got into writing the rewrite of I'm no werewolf, whoops haha hopefully update at the weekend because I have two essays due Friday so, please please cheer me up with reviews haha it means the world, thank you and see you soon :)