"Crap, I'm sorry. Did that hurt?"

"Yes, that hurt, dumbass! You poked a gash on my freaking forehead."

"Tessa, come on. There is no reason to yell."

"Would you like me to punch you in the throat instead?"

Stiles gaped back at me with wide eyes, mouth opening and closing a few times. He was obviously offended by what I had said and was trying to decide what his best course of action was. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the t-shirt from him, dabbing at my bruise. I tried to angle my face low enough that I could see my forehead in the rearview mirror of Stiles' Jeep but high enough so that I could actually see what I was doing. I grimaced as I touched the particularly tender spot on my skin, letting out a hiss through my teeth.

"I'm sort of glad Derek bolted with Isaac." Stiles spoke up a few minutes later as he ran a hand over the top of his head. "He would do a lot more than punch me in the throat if he knew that you had gotten hurt."

"I'd never let him hurt you." I scoffed as I shook my head and I could feel Stiles' eyes nearly boring into my skin. I smacked my lips together, letting out an exasperated sigh. "Stiles, it wasn't your fault."

"You know, you're always saying that, but it never convinces me more than the last time." Stiles responded as he let out a humorless laugh and bobbed his eyebrows. "Somehow I feel worse."

"Stiles, you didn't ask the fake deputy to slam my head against a wall. Plus, he had you restrained." I explained, shutting the mirror and tossing the shirt into the back of the Jeep.

"Yeah, that's the problem. I should've tried to get away." Stiles argued, giving me a serious look. I clenched my jaw tightly together. "We wouldn't be in this situation."

I reached over and placed my hand on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I'm fine." I told him honestly, trying to meet his gaze that he averted from me. "It's just a scratch. I'll probably just have a headache. Nothing a little Advil can't fix."

Stiles was quiet for a few moments before he let out a blustery sigh and dropped his head. "Okay, I believe you." He relented, but his head quickly snapped back up and he pointed a finger at me. "But, don't undermine your injury. You could have a concussion or-or a hemorrhage."

I raised my eyebrows up at him lazily. "I have neither." I replied. "What I am going to have is narcolepsy if you don't take me home. It's late and we still have school tomorrow."

Stiles let out a groan. "Why'd you have to remind me?"

Nonetheless, he turned the keys in the ignition and the Jeep spluttered to life. For a second, I half expected to see Derek standing in front of the headlights, smoke coming out of his ears. But, we were alone. I should've anticipated as much considering he had grabbed Isaac, gotten the hell out of the police station, and left Stiles to explain to his father what was going on there. Stiles also had to explain why it looked like I had ran into a pole-and that was exactly what he had said. We got out as soon as we could and Stiles had poured some water from a bottle onto an old t-shirt to let me clean up my head. I would never admit it, but tonight had terrified me beyond belief. We hadn't heard from Scott or Allison and I hoped that the both of them had made it through the night safely. I guessed there was a larger weight lifted off my shoulders-Isaac had survived the full moon without exposing himself.

It was the first time I had seen Isaac since the formal. It was the first time I had seen him since I had abandoned him as an abused, scared human boy. The guilt had been eating me alive for days and I had tried to conjure up what I would say. I hoped maybe he would understand why I had done it now that he was a werewolf. Tonight was a first hand look at how chaotic things could get and I hoped that would be a good excuse. There was no way I could've been honest with him. I was certain someone would have killed him just for knowing about werewolves. Regardless, I don't know what became of him after I left. I had an idea, but it made me sick to my stomach to even think about. I figured that I probably deserved to feel like a piece of shit.

"He looked so scared." I murmured, the words leaving my lips without my permission as I stared out the front windshield, the night and trees passing us by. "When he looked up at Derek, he just looked...terrified. I couldn't help but feel so bad for him and so angry at Derek for doing that to him. Who does he think he is? That is an innocent, broken teenager that he is dragging into a world of danger and-and chaos."

"I thought that, too." Stiles admitted, nodding his head and adjusting in his seat. "But, then I remembered that Isaac was abused. Maybe Derek didn't force him into this. Maybe he wanted it so he could be stronger than his father for once."

My blood felt like ice in my veins as I made the connection and my vision blurred for a moment as I let out a sharp breath. "I-I hadn't even…" I trailed off, unable to finish my sentence. How could I be so jaded? My rage I directed at Derek caused me to automatically assume the worst about him. I never even thought about Isaac and his reasoning for accepting the bite.

"It's okay." Stiles assured me after I had lapsed into stunned silence. It was as though he could feel the sudden pain that had rippled across every inch of my body. "You have every right to hate Derek and think he's a monster. You're allowed to think he's up to no good. I don't have that block to keep me from considering the idea that he might be trying to help Isaac."

"Stiles, you hated Derek before I did." I pointed out, shaking my head and then giving him a puzzled look. "In fact, you constantly encouraged us not to trust him and I almost always fought you on it. Why do I feel like you've been on his side?"

"Tessa, there aren't sides." Stiles defended, glancing at me for a moment. "At least, there isn't a side between Derek and us. They're both werewolves and they both have targets on their backs. It's us against the hunters."

I was quiet again, knowing Stiles was right. I let out a deep sigh through my nose and then crossed my arms over my chest, staring out the front windshield. We were getting closer to my house, but I was almost ready to get out of the Jeep and walk myself home.

Silence collapsed over the two of us like a thick blanket. Aside from all of the things that had happened earlier, there was still the fact that we had kissed. I wondered if he was going to bring it up, now that we were alone and we had avoided a crisis for the evening. Yet, as we got closer and closer to my house, I realized he was going to say nothing. My hope vanished when we turned down my neighborhood and he rolled to a slow stop in front of my house.

I glanced at the house and saw a light on in the kitchen, Andre pacing viciously. It was then I realized what I had let slip my mind.

"Shit!" I swore loudly and began to fumble wildly with my seatbelt.

"What? What's going on?" Stiles demanded, his eyes searching frantically for the source of my panic.

"I told Andre I would call her. I agreed to let her help us if we needed anything."

"You did what?"

"Stiles, she wants to help and the more people we have, the better." I defended weakly with a gentle shrug of my shoulder and sheepish smile. "Forgive me?"

"Jesus, Tessa…" Stiles groaned and covered his face with his hands.

"I don't have time for this. She is gonna kill me." I grumbled and finally got my seatbelt undone, throwing it off of me. I shoved open the door before jumping out and running up to my house. "See you in the afterlife, Stilinski!" I screamed over my shoulder.

As soon as I had shut the front door, Andre was in front of me. For a while, she said nothing and only stared into my soul. I could feel the guilt slowly seeping into me and my face was turning the darkest shade of red.

"What part of you calling me did you not understand?" Andre muttered, crossing her arms over her chest and raising her eyebrows. "What did you think I was going to do when you didn't answer me for almost four hours? And then you show up with a bruise on your head, Tessa?"

"Andre, everything happened so fast-"

"I don't care!" Andre snapped and I jumped at the sound of her voice, bumping into the front door with my back slightly. "Stiles called Derek."

"How did you know that?" I mumbled, frowning somewhat.

"Because he came here looking for you. He wanted to know if you were home, yet." Andre responded, gesturing at me. "And I told him I didn't have a damn clue where you had gone. You ran out the door before I could even ask."

I clenched my jaw and then swallowed hard. "You know, Derek showing up at the house when I'm not here is sort of getting annoying…"

Andre let out a bark of laughter that made me look away from her. "You're really trying to make this about Derek?" She scoffed, shaking her head. "That's incredible, really. You know, for once, Tessa, this isn't about him. He isn't the bad guy here. This is about you and your lack of communication with me. We had a deal."

"Derek is the reason we're even having this conversation!"

"For the love of God, Tessa, take some responsibility. You screwed up." Andre pointed out seriously, leaning forward slightly. "Own it."

I was quiet for a few moments and then I nodded curtly. "I'm sorry." I rasped softly. "I should've called you, Andre. It won't happen again."

"Thank you." Andre sighed out, looking visibly relieved at my words. Then, she stepped to the side. "Bed. Now."

"Got it."

I shoved open the door of the locker room, my gym bag slung over my shoulder. Rubbing the sleep from my eyes, I passed the other girls changing for class and arrived at my locker. Allison was already sitting on the bench tying her shoes. When she saw me, she gave a small smile and then ducked her head. Suddenly, she took another look at me.

"Tessa, your head…" Allison murmured as she slowly rose to her feet and her mouth drew into a worried frown.

"Oh, uh, yeah." I replied awkwardly, having almost forgotten about the dark bruise on the right side of my forehead. It hadn't been much of a distraction for me considering the exhaustion I felt from my last night. I had hardly gotten any sleep. "Crazy deputy smashed my head into a wall."

Allison let out a deep breath and then pushed some hair out of her face. "Speaking of crazy, my dad totally put me through training last night and it was not what I was expecting at all." She said, bobbing her eyebrows. "He made it clear that he knows about Isaac."

"Of course he does." I scoffed, shaking my head. "They're keeping tabs on all of us. Derek isn't exactly doing the best job at keeping this under wraps."

Allison hummed in agreement before pausing. She looked down at her feet. "There was another thing he said and I...I can't stop thinking about it." She murmured. "He said that in our family, the men are warriors-soldiers. They do what they're told to do. You know who tells them to do it? The women."

My hand paused where I had been reaching for my clothes and I snapped my attention to Allison completely. "What exactly does that mean?" I inquired, my voice somewhat quiet. I wasn't sure why I was asking. I was almost certain I wouldn't like the answer.

"I-I don't know." Allison replied, shaking her head. "But, it almost made it sound like it was up to me whether or not we should kill Isaac-all the werewolves, here."

"Technically, wouldn't that be up to your mother to make that decision?" I pointed and Allison let out a sigh, turning to lean against the locker.

"That's the thing I don't get, either. Kate was sort of calling the shots when she was alive and my mother didn't say much. The fact that my Dad is suggesting that it might be my duty doesn't make sense." Allison explained, staring up at the ceiling. "Maybe he knows I'm seeing Scott and he wants me to...kill him."

"Allison, come on." I murmured, giving her a soft look and pulling my clothes out of my locker. "There is no way he knows. You two have been keeping it lowkey. There's no way. If he knew, he probably would've killed Scott himself."

"Not if he isn't told to." Allison reminded me, her eyebrows raising up as she flipped around to sit back down on the benches. "All of this is so screwed up. He kidnapped me, scared me, and then told me my training starts now."

"Your training?" I repeated, a confused expression crossing my features as I began to change my clothes.

"To be a hunter, Tessa. It's like he wants me to fill Kate's spot." Allison answered.

I let out a humorless laugh. "Yeah, like there is any way you'll ever be like Kate." I scoffed. "Allison, that's impossible. You actually have a heart and you're not a total sociopath."

"What if he just wants me to be the next leader? Tessa, I-I can't make that decision. I love you guys, but I love my family, too." Allison said, scrubbing a hand down her face. "And Gerard is a nightmare. My Dad has been starting to act differently since he came around-more violent."

"Wonderful. Just what we needed. You know, him being our principal does not make any of our lives easier and I think he knows that. Your creepy grandpa is a buzzkill." I told her with a bob of my eyebrows and sarcastic smile to which Allison rolled her eyes.

Once we finished changing our clothes, we escorted ourselves out to the gymnasium. Scott and Stiles were already changed, talking amongst each other.

"Come on, dude. It would be way better to breathe underwater. Flying is only good for so much but the water is endless."

"Uh, yeah, so is space."

"I just think-"

"I just think that you two are idiots and neither of those things are possible." I butted in, Stiles and Scott both turning to look at me with concussed looks on their faces. Then, Scott blinked and his eyes grew wide.

"Tessa, your head-"

I rolled my eyes and groaned softly. "God, is it really that noticeable?" I mumbled, frowning.

"Yes, Tessa, the giant bruise on your forehead is pretty obvious." Stiles responded with heavy sarcasm, gesturing spastically at his own forehead."

I narrowed my eyes at him and pressed my tongue to the side of my cheek. "Your support is truly unwavering. Please, I don't deserve it."

Stiles opened his mouth to clap back, but was interrupted by the sound of Finstock's whistle blowing aggressively. We all jumped at the noise and turned to give him our attention.

"As some of you failed to notice," Coach grunted as he glared at the gym class around him. "Today we have brought out the rock climbing wall. You will be partnered up upon my choice and then assigned to climb up at the wall and back down. Now, I have already designed the partner list."

"Oh, no." I mumbled, clutching at the bridge of my nose with a grimace.

"Allison Argent, you will be partnered with...Scott McCall."

My hand switched from my nose to my mouth as I stifled the large bark of laughter then threatened to leave my lips. Allison and Scott paid no mind to me as both of their faces turned ghost white. Coach continued to divide up the class as the two stared at each other. I patiently waited for my name, thinking about what I was probably going to each for lunch. Honestly, I was trying to ignore the image of Isaac in my mind, glaring down at me with sharp, golden, glowing eyes and large, murderous fangs protruding from his mouth.

"Tessa Bradley!"

I leapt at the sound of my name and spun around to face Coach who was staring directly at me. There was somewhat of a guilty look on his face and it confused me momentarily until it turned into a smirk.

"I had no choice but to pair you with Biles-I mean, Stiles Stilinski."

My mouth dropped open and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. For a moment, I began to panic. The thought of having to be alone with Stiles-again-was not something I was looking forward to. We had hardly talked after he dropped me off at my house, mostly due to me hiding my phone underneath my bed while I furiously tried to finish my homework, but I had been basking in the comfortable silence. I was terrified that everytime we were alone, he was going to bring up the fact that we had kissed. I had no idea where to even begin that conversation. I hoped that on a rock climbing wall, he would be too scared of heights to even think of speaking.

I hoped.

"Careful, Tessa. Wouldn't want to catch any flies." Allison suddenly murmured in my ear and she reached a hand under my chin to carefully close her mouth. I shot her a sharp glare and she simply giggled in response.

Finally, I let my gaze slowly drift in Stiles' direction and I was somewhat relieved to see that he wasn't even looking at me. His foot was tapping rapidly as he stared murderously down at the floor and it occurred to me that Stiles wasn't exactly hip on the idea of being partnered with me either. That brought me a sense of comfort in the realization that he didn't want to talk either.

There were a couple of groups before Scott and Allison, but when it was their turn I gave the girl a supportive smile. She simply nodded her head in response before the two of them strapped up and began their exercise. The group around me began to mutter and chat amongst themselves whilst I stood on the outside waiting for the moment I'd have to endure the treachery that was the rock climbing wall.

It was at this moment that I suddenly got sucked into the tidal pool of my brain. The events that had taken place over the last few months slowly caught up to me each day. Even while the plot still seemed to be thickening, the other key points to our history building up to his moment stabbed at me relentlessly. The fact that I was adopted-Derek Hale being my older brother-and the other fact that Kate Argent, my best friend's aunt, had murdered my entire biological family. When I really put all the pieces together, the image nauseated me. I couldn't even say it aloud and no one had exactly asked me to. It was like they all secretly knew that it was something I wanted to bury-pretend like it didn't exist. I had spent sixteen years of my life not knowing, there was no reason to relate to it now.

Yet, when Scott looked me in the eye, I could see that he was begging to know what I was thinking. We hadn't talked about our experience together when I had begged for his life. I had nearly watched one of my friends be slaughtered at the hands of someone who was willing to murder everyone I cared for. It should've been a bonding moment for the two of us-something that brought us closer together. Except, I suspected that Scott was just as terrified as reliving that experience as much as I was. I wondered if this was another thing I could also pretend never happened. I knew that it wouldn't be.

"Bradley! Stilinski!" Finstock suddenly shrieked, waving his clipboard around. "You're up!"

There was a rumble of laughter amongst the group and I blinked myself back into reality. When I did, I saw Scott hanging just a few feet off the ground with a confused look on his features. And then I noticed Allison placed at the very top of the rock climbing wall. I couldn't help but let my own giggle as well to which Scott shot me sharp glare.

Once he was unhooked and Allison had climbed back down, I walked over to begin strapping myself in. I tried to remain hyper focused on the buckles and the straps, almost ignoring the second party beside me.

"If you throw up, please do it off the side of the wall." I then said, glancing over at Stiles with a slight smirk upon my lips. "Our showers here have mold and I really don't like having my hair wet."

"I think that last part was the most girly thing I've ever heard you say." Stiles responded, almost looking impressed before he rolled his eyes. "And I-I'm not going to throw up."

I hummed skeptically in response before fastening the last strap on my harness. I then let out a deep breath through my nose and grabbed the first rock. Stiles did the same beside me and we began to climb up the wall together. I hated being somewhat more agile than him, but he didn't seem more focused on not looking down than getting upset with me.

I hated the silence, I truly did, but it was not nearly as choking as awkward small talk would be. At one point, Stiles had gotten just below my shoulder and had gotten some color back to his face. He was panting slightly and his hand shook a bit as he grabbed for the next rock.

"You looked like you kinda spaced out earlier." Stiles finally said, a small pant to his voice as he glanced up at me. "You know, while Scott and Allison were on the wall."

I swallowed hard and then sniffed. "I was just thinking." I replied softly, reaching for a plastic stone and hauling myself up.

"I figured that." Stiles scoffed to which I forced myself to ignore. "If you-"

"I don't." I cut him off briskly, feeling my body go slightly cold and my vision blur as he began to propose his offer. "There's nothing to talk about."

"Right."

Silence took us over again and I couldn't have been more relieved. I clenched my jaw tightly, feeling my teeth gnaw together rigorously. I kept my gaze pointed towards the top of the rock climbing wall and unintentionally picked up my speed. Within a few minutes, I had made it to the top. For a moment, I didn't even turn around, panting where I stood. I had been holding my breath nearly the entire way up and now I was finally finished, I welcomed the oxygen. Then, I reached up with a shaky hand and rang the bell, a few cheers following. I didn't even wait for Stiles to finish before I pushed off of the wall and landed at the bottom on my feet.

I hastily removed myself from the harness, feeling like it might be suffocating me. My hands were still waddling vigorously and I tried to keep my vision from blurring once more. I could hear Finstock shouting something but it all sounded like a distant murmur. It was most likely for the next group to prepare and I saw a flash of blonde hair come to stand on the mat next to me. I once again clenched my teeth together when I struggled with one of the straps, growing more frustrated as time passed. Finally, I was able to loosen in and then my feet were moving before I could stop them.

I felt my lips move, calling "Bathroom!" over my shoulder as I took off in the direction of the locker rooms. I focused on putting one foot in front of the other, afraid the other might cross in front and trip me. I saw bright yellow and realized it was the door to the locker room. Throwing out my hand in front of me, I shoved it open and stumbled inside. It was within the echoey walls of the locker room I could hear my ragged breathing, the small noises of panic erupting from my throat as I stumbled towards a bathroom stall. I could feel my eyes growing wet and I frantically blinked back the tears. I turned the corner into the bathroom section of the locker room and then pushed on the first stall I could get into. I locked it behind me and then collapsed onto the toilet, covering my face with my hands as I tried to dissolve myself from the world I was currently in.

When my hands covered my eyes, I was shot into darkness. In the darkness, I began to see images-flashes of moments of the past month. I watched as Kate's throat was slit by the sharp claws of Peter Hale. I saw the dead movie store clerk and the bus driver. I then began to see Lydia's body lying in the middle of the cold lacrosse field, covered in blood while she lay unconscious. I saw Derek hanging in front of me, spraying his fluids out of his mouth all across the front of me while claws protruded from his chest.

"Scary, isn't it?"

I let out a sharp gasp and my head snapped up, the voice startling me beyond belief. I expected to be in the bathroom, a peeping Tom ruining my moment of horrific reflection. Yet, I was met with the same forest I had found myself in nearly two weeks ago when I was at the hospital. The voice held a familiarity that sent chills up my spine and made my blood run like ice in my veins. As if to prove my theory, I looked down and saw the same clothes that I had worn to the Hale house.

"Where are you?" I called out into the vacant space in front of me.

"Oh, don't worry. I'm right here." Peter responded with a low chuckle, suddenly appearing from the shadows in his trench coat and red button up. His hair was just as perfect as it had been and his face was entirely healed-just as it always had been. "Didn't think you'd be so impatient to see me."

"You brought me here. Make it quick." I bit out, narrowing my eyes to give him a sharp look. "I was kind of in the middle of something."

"You mean your panic attack?" Peter clarified, cocking up an eyebrow. For a moment, he looked like he might even be concerned but then his lips turned up in a cold smile. One of his hands came to lay across his chest. "Forgive me."

"Not forgiven." I snapped, not breaking my eye contact with him. "Why am I here, Peter?"

"Tessandra, for a smart girl, you do tend to act very dense." Peter hummed, shaking his head as he began to walk towards me slowly. His arms laced behind his back. "I vividly remember informing you that I do not control this...fantasy. You do. You are the one who orchestrates it all. I have no consent to being here."

"Why would I want to be here?" I asked, my voice shaking much to my dismay. "I don't like you. I am actually very relieved you're dead."

Peter flinched at that and hissed through his teeth, turning his cheek to me momentarily. "Ouch." He murmured, his velvet voice incredibly low. "That almost hurt my nonexistent feelings."

I rolled my eyes and then let out a deep sigh through my nose. I flicked my gaze up towards the sky, taking the time to admire the stars and the full moon resting above the trees. If this was the same night, I was interested in taking in the minor details I had not been given the opportunity before. Why was I coming back here? I had no idea. I thought talking about it might relive me of this torture, but that seemed to be far from the solution.

I tipped my head back down and what I was met with made a scream soar out of my throat, making me rip away from my dream with fear. It was like I had blinked and returned back to the bathroom where I was shoved up against one of the walls of my bathroom stall, my chest heaving. Based upon the fact that no one had entered the locker room, the scream had not carried through into reality. I stared at the vandalized stall wall across from me as I tried to comprehend where I had just been...again. It seemed to not have lasted this long but that might've been because Peter had gone into alpha form right in front of me-the same face I had seen attack Lydia at the Winter Formal.

Suddenly, the door of the locker room opened and voices flooded my ears as the girls came back in from class. I lurched myself out of the stall, hoping to avoid any questions but was met with the two exact people I didn't want to see.

"Oh, wow, Lydia, you made it to class." I breathed out, trying to sound enthused but it was a feeble attempt. I then looked to the brunette on her right. "And Allison you're….still here."

"What the hell happened to you?" Lydia demanded, her bright green eyes analyzing me frantically with her arms crossed over her chest. "You looked like you saw a ghost."

"I-I'm fine. Just...afraid of heights. That's all." I lied, shrugging my shoulders and letting out a small laugh to which the girls both rolled their eyes.

"When have you ever been afraid of anything besides spiders, Tessa?" Allison questioned, raising her eyebrows and giving me a knowing look. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, of course. I'm fine. Why wouldn't I be? I'm great. Thanks." I mumbled, swatting the question away with my hand and then scurrying off towards my locker. I glanced towards the locker room door as it swung closed and saw the rock climbing wall for a brief moment. I paused when I thought I might've seen something moving on it. "What the-"

I changed my course and I could hear Lydia protesting behind me but I ignored her shrill voice. I pushed open the door of the locker room and that's when I saw Erica Reyes halfway up the wall.

"Erica!" I called out and sped up, noticing that she had begun to shake gradually. Her head turned towards me and she began to gasp, sounding like she was choking on air. Her eyes rolled back in her head and then, she released herself from the wall. "ERICA!"

I sprinted so fast it felt like my feet were on fire but it seemed as though I weren't fast enough as I watched her body topple down at a rapid pace. Just as she was above to hit the ground, a pair of arms appeared out of nowhere to catch her. Practically skidding to a stop, I jerked my gaze up to see that Scott had been there to catch Erica, rolling her on her side as she began to have a seizure.

Allison came up behind me and Stiles appeared beside Scott.

"How did you know?" Allison asked Scott quietly, pushing some hair out of her face. I looked to Scott for the same exact answer.

"I just felt it." Scott responded just as softly, looking at Allison with a look of confusion and wonder. Erica continued to shutter in Scott's arms and I reached out a hand to gentle stroke her hair.

"Shh," I whispered to her, entirely back to my normal self in the time of a crisis. "It's okay. You're gonna be okay, Erica."

As I continued to comfort the girl, I let my eyes glance up at the spastic boy. Our gazes met and I couldn't help but stare for just a few seconds. I basked in the warmth of his brown eyes and the comfort that they brought me. I found my chest swelling with the deepest urge to just tell him how I felt-no matter how inappropriate the moment. But the feeling of a hand wrapping around my free one suddenly brought me back to that very inappropriate moment.

Erica had clutched onto the hand that was free and I looked down at our interlocked hands before turning my gaze to her. She was looking at me for a moment before her eyes rolled back in her head once again. I gripped it tightly, nearly choking on my own breath and I scooted closer to her.

"I've got you."

A/N: Wow, in classic fashion I have updated LATE AF. And I sincerely apologize. Life got in the way and I lost some motivation. However, I have gotten a spark and I'm going to milk it for as long as I can. I am so excited to share this chapter with you guys. It's partially a filler chapter but I wanted to get some interactions that I think are vital. So, I hope you all enjoyed it. Please leave a review and follow/favorite for updates on the story.

Thank you so much.

-Laura