Hello my fellow readers/writers! I've missed you! I know it's been a while since I've been on and since I posted. I'm trying to get back into the swing of writing again and remind myself how much I loved it. I'm not going to lie when I finished Out of the Dark I was going through a lot of stuff. I stopped doing the things I loved to do. I'm slowly starting to realize some things and I'm healing myself slowly. It's not been the easiest road ever but I'm happy to have found a little time to start this story back up. I've had it sitting on my flash drive completed and I felt terrible for not updating. So, slowly but surely, I will try and get it out.

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I woke up the next day and I rubbed my eyes. I glanced around my room with a weird feeling. I didn't understand this feeling. I stared at my hands and then looked around. Max leaned up against my door frame as I stared at the sheets of my bed. I glanced up and he was just staring at me, studying me. He raised an eyebrow at my strange behavior.

"What?" I asked.

"What's wrong? You look…puzzled." He said trying to find the correct word to use. I shrugged and my hand went to my neck. I felt like something should be there but strangely I came away with nothing.

"I don't know. I feel like something's missing." I said as my eyebrows came together in confusion.

"Like what?" He asked.

"I don't know…like a part of me. It's complicated." I said. I didn't know how to explain that I felt like a piece of me was gone. My heart felt a weird ache for something. I didn't know why I was feeling like this.

"Well, come on. You have school." He said. I rolled my eyes and worked my way out of bed. I pulled on whatever just kind of going through motions it felt like. Max drove to school because he was a little worried about me. I had zoned out the entire way to school and when we got there he had to shake me to get me to come back out of my thoughts. When I got to school, I met up with Scott, Lydia, and everyone. Scott glanced at me from across the table. I glanced up at him with a raised eyebrow.

"What's wrong with you?" He asked. I shrugged.

"I don't know. I just feel weird. Like I'm missing something. Like there's something wrong…" I said. He stared at me suspiciously.

"Like?" He asked. I shrugged as I ran my hand over my ring I had woken up with this morning on.

"That's nice, where did you get it?" Scott said glancing down at it. It was a Claddagh ring with my birthstone. I shrugged.

"I don't know. I woke up this morning with it. I don't remember where it came from." I whispered, as my eyes ran back down to it. I had also found a rose-gold necklace with an opal. That had appeared overnight in my jewelry box also. He stared at me as I ran my finger over the gemstone again. I shrugged.

"Hey, Liam and I are meeting up tonight to work on lacrosse. Wanna come?" He asked. I nodded.

"Yeah, I have nothing else better to do." I muttered. He nodded.


It was finally after school, and I was heading to the field. As I passed people, I felt like they were staring at me. Asking me silently what was I forgetting. I was just sitting on the grass with my hoodie under me. The boys were practicing shots into the net. Scott had asked me if I wanted to join but I just shook my head still feeling off. The boys were practicing their shots when I heard a horse neighing. I glanced up at Scott. We both paused as I glanced around.

"Did you hear that?" I asked. He nodded. Then we looked at Liam. He shrugged.

"Hear what?" He asked. I just stared at him with this incredulously look. How did he not hear the horse neighing? I rolled my eyes and went back to drawing.

"Thought I heard something." I muttered as I glanced down at my sketch book. I was just sketching a mountain scene. I had never really been to a place like this but I felt like doing something with nature.

"Let's keep going." Scott said. Liam glanced over at Scott confused.

"Why?" Liam asked. I glanced up for a brief second as Scott just stared at him confused.

"Because of your back shots." Scott said. Liam's back shots? What was he talking about his back shot for? This kid was spectacular on the field.

"Why?" He asked.

"They suck." Scott said. I glanced up at Scott really confused now. No, they didn't. That's when Liam threw the ball over his shoulder and Scott didn't catch one. I just raised an eyebrow at Scott. He looked at Liam confused before looking at me shrugging.

"Guess I'm thinking of someone else." Scott said. So, he was feeling sort of like I was. It seems like something was missing but couldn't place it.

"Someone else who should be captain." Liam said throwing the ball to Scott. I just rolled my eyes at Liam. Scott wanted to focus on his studies this semester and take a step back from lacrosse. So, they had to pick a new captain and I couldn't be captain of both the girls' soccer team and the boys' lacrosse team.

"You'll be fine. Stop worrying." I said. That's when the lights turned off. I growled and flipped my sketch book closed. That was so not cool to turn the lights off while people were still out here.

"Well, the lights are off. We have to leave now." He said, getting ready to head back to the benches where our stuff was.

"No, we don't." Scott said. I just kind of stared at them both as their eyes lit up. I rolled my eyes. Of course, they were going to use their wolf eyes to keep playing in the dark.

"I don't like drawing in the dark." I muttered as I hugged my sketchbook to my chest. The wind started blowing and Liam looked up as I stood up.

"What's up?" I asked confused.

"Something's happening to Mason." Liam said as he ran past between Scott and me. We looked at each other and then followed after Liam. We ran into the school and right as we got into the library Cory and Mason jumped out with a chair and a fire extinguisher. I jumped back to avoid being hit.

"Whoa!" I said holding up my hands.

"Oh, it's you guys." Mason said. I nodded as I stared at them both with the chair and fire extinguisher. They put down what they had in their hands as they glanced at us.

"Who else would be here?" I asked confused.

"The Ghost riders. They were here." Cory said. I blinked at that. The ghost riders had been here? Is that why I heard a horse earlier? I glanced at Scott with a worried look.

"Here? Just now?" Scott asked. They nodded their heads.

"I thought they left when the storm left." Liam said.

"I guess not. Because two of them were right here." Mason said. My eyes bugged out of my head hearing this.

"Do what?" I asked.

"We didn't see them when they came in. We saw them when we turned invisible." Mason said. Liam went after Cory. My eyes widened slightly.

"You brought him into this?" He asked. Mason jumped up in front of Cory, so he was looking at Liam. Right now, the only thing stopping Cory from being hit right now was Mason.

"He was trying to protect me." Mason said. I rolled my eyes. I don't think he really understood what danger they were both in.

"They didn't seem to care about us. They walked right by us." Cory said. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"Really?" I asked. He nodded and I looked at Scott who shrugged his shoulders.

"Then what happened?" Scott asked. They were silent for a moment glancing at each other.

"They uh, just jumped down and left." Mason said. I glanced around the library floor to see if they had left anything behind, but nothing was out of place.

"That's it?" I asked. They nodded.

"They didn't take anyone. No one else was in here?" Scott asked.

"No, it was just us." Cory said. I glanced over at him and then looked at Scott. That just sounded way too weird to me. I just ran my fingers through my hair confused.

"Why don't we all go home and get some rest." Scott said. I nodded. We all walked out of the room together and headed back home. When I got home, I was looking at all my pictures on my wall and there was one that caught my eye that was weird. It was me all alone, but I was standing at a weird angle. It looked as if someone had been there and I had leaned up against them, but it was just me. I took it off my wall and stared at it. I pursed my lips together not really understanding why I had this picture.

"You, okay?" Max asked. I jumped and glanced back. I nodded and then shrugged.

"I don't know. This picture is weird." I said narrowing my eyes.

"How?" He asked coming into the room. He looked at the photo as I turned it around so he could see it. He stared at it for a few moments, and then shrugged.

"Okay, I'm stumped. What is it I'm supposed to be noticing?" He asked as he glanced away from the photo to me.

"Doesn't it seem like someone else would be in this? Like I'm leaning at an angle." I said. He just shrugged as he glanced over at the photo again.

"Well, if there had been someone wouldn't they still be in the picture?" He asked. I just shrugged. Maybe Max was right. Maybe I was just imagining this photo was weirder than I thought it was going to be.

"I don't know I just feel weird about it." I muttered. He nodded and I just shook my head as he walked out of the room. I sat down on my bed as I stared at the picture. I didn't understand why I had a nagging feeling I wasn't remembering something…someone. I don't know. My head was starting to hurt as I kept thinking about it.

"Sleep will help me." I muttered. I got ready for bed and once I was tucked into bed, I was out the minute I hit the pillow.


It was the next day where I was out on the field with Scott and Coach watching the new guys doing lacrosse. Some of the newbies weren't doing so hot and I was wincing at the prospects of the team. I had already checked on my team and we had practice already. You could tell I had come from practice because my hair was up, short shorts, cleats, and my old jersey. Plus, I was also wearing my warm-up jacket.

"So, Hudson how's the team looking?" Coach asked. I shrugged.

"Decent. Look good for the championship this year." I said nodding my head.

"Didn't you win last year?" Scott asked. I just smirked at him and nodded.

"Yes sir. This girl scored the winning goal." I said giving a salute. Scott rolled his eyes at me with a smile pulling up at the corner of his lips. I laughed smiling.

"And that's why you have like 4 schools trying to get you to go for a full ride through soccer." He said. I nodded.

"I'll go wherever you go Scotty. We're a team, remember?" I muttered. That felt weird coming out of my mouth. He stared at me and as I finished the sentence it was weird. The word team sounded weird on my tongue to. That's when one of the players flipped someone. I looked at Scott and nodded to the field. He glanced over at the person.

"Now that's captain material!" Coach said smiling as he came back over to Scott and me. That's when Liam ran up to us. He was running late for practice.

"You're late." Coach and Scott said. I looked at Liam who was carrying all his gear.

"That's not captain material." Coach said. I bit the inside of my cheek as Liam looked disappointed.

"Liam is captain material." Scott said reaffirming that Liam was the person to lead the team. That's when Coach blew that damn whistle of his and I cringed. God that thing was annoying.

"Let's go! Gather round. Listen up, thanks to McCall's selfish desire to focus on his grades and graduation, and thanks to Hudson not wanting to be captains of two teams, we are leaderless." Coach said. I glanced at Scott and stuck my tongue out at Coach when he wasn't looking.

"You wanna be a champion? You wanna be a hero? Well, now's your shot." Coach said. Scott glanced over at Liam.

"Alright all you wanna-be captains. Tear each other apart." He said right before he blew the whistle. Within the first thirty seconds Liam was put to the ground and I rolled my eyes as I leaned against Scott as Coach yelled at Liam. I cringed again as the whistle blew.

"Why don't you go get changed. It's probably not going to get any better." Scott said. I nodded and then gave him a hug.

"You, okay?" He asked. I nodded and let out a sigh.

"I found a picture last night. It threw me off for a moment." I muttered. He just glanced at me and I shrugged.

"I'll show you later on after I get changed and we're back in school." I said. He nodded. I headed back to school and got into the girls' locker room. I changed into a pair of leggings and a Nike shirt that I knew wouldn't get me in trouble for wearing leggings since it covered my ass. I left my hair up and I pulled my Uggs back on. I pulled out the picture that I had stuffed into my pocket earlier before I had left for school today. I just stared at it and I sighed.

"Why is this so weird." I muttered. I just shook my head and then got up and headed back out into the hallway. Scott was leaning against the wall. He glanced up at me.

"You, okay?" He asked. I nodded. I turned the picture around and showed him. He stared at the phot before looking back at me.

"What about it?" He asked glancing for a few seconds at the photo before returning his gaze to my face.

"Does it look weird to you?" I asked. He stared at it again for a moment really studying it. I looked at him desperately trying to get him to notice what I had noticed last night when I first found it tacked to my wall.

"A little. It looks like you are leaning against something but it's not there." Scott said. I nodded.

"So, I'm not going crazy." I said. He shrugged.

"Come with me really quick." He said. I nodded and followed him down the hallway to a row of lockers. He pointed to one. I stared at it confused before looking at Scott.

"Um, a locker?" I asked. He nodded.

"Do you know who's this is?" He asked. I shook my head and shrugged. Beats the hell out of me. I felt though like I had stood in this very spot before talking to someone. I had a weird sense of deja vu.

"No," I muttered as I stared at it. He sighed and then tried looking inside the slats of the locker.

"I wanna get inside it." He said.

"Why?" I asked confused. He shrugged.

"There is something different. Familiar about it. It's like you and that photo." He said. I nodded and then I sighed and nudged him aside. I went to yank the lock off the locker.

"What are you doing?" A voice asked. We both froze. I had already been yanking on the lock. I dropped my hand quickly away from the locker.

"Nothing." We said turning to look at the teacher that had caught us. I didn't recognize who this guy was. He must've been new.

"We're just checking out this locker." Scott said as I tugged on it a few times smiling.

"Is it one of yours?" He asked. I shook my head.

"Well, no." Scott muttered.

"I'm pretty new to this school but trying to get into someone else's locker is against the rules." He said. I nodded and chuckled awkwardly. The hair on the back of my neck was standing up. I glanced up at the teacher closely. Something seemed off to me with this guy.

"We're not breaking into someone else's locker." Scott said. I shook my head quickly.

"What does it look like to you?" He asked. I licked my lips slightly before sighing.

"Like we're trying to break into someone else's locker." I muttered. He chuckled but nodded at us.

"I think we should go to class." I muttered looking at Scott.

"Yeah, sounds like a good idea." The teacher said. Scott and I nodded and headed towards the double doors at the end of the hallway. Scott glanced back at the teacher once before we walked outside. I glanced over at Scott as we walked.

"Who was that?" I asked. He shrugged.

"A new teacher." He muttered.

"My hair was standing on end with him by us." I muttered glancing back and then I stopped to make sure he wasn't listening to us.

"What do you mean?" Scott asked. I chewed on the inside of my cheek slightly.

"I don't know but something with that teacher set my hair standing straight up on my neck, Scott. You know that doesn't mean good things." I muttered. He nodded and then pulled something out of his pocket. I glanced at what it was confused.

"What is that?" I asked. He shrugged.

"A piece of blue glass. I can't remember who gave it to me. Wanna go to Deaton's with me? I figured he could help." He muttered. I nodded.

"Let's go." I muttered. He nodded. We headed towards my car and got in and headed to Deaton's. The whole time Scott was playing with this piece of glass. When we got there, we went straight in and handed it to Deaton. He studied it carefully before glancing up at us.

"I keep having this feeling like there are holes in my memory. Pieces missing and I'm not the only one. Sky is too." He said. I nodded and pulled the photo out of me leaning by myself awkwardly. Deaton took it and looked over it.

"There was someone in the photo at one point, but I don't know who. I didn't even think it was possible for that to happen. I feel like a part of my is physically missing. Something in my heart hurts and I don't know why." I muttered. Scott looked down at me slightly concerned. I hadn't told him the extent of my feelings since I woke up a day or so ago feeling like this. I didn't want him to think that I was going crazy. I already think that Max was starting to think that.

"Yeah, and like that piece of glass, I took it from a car in the sheriffs impound lot and we both don't remember why were there." Scott said. I shook my head.

"The subconscious can be a conduit for our memories. Dreams and waking dreams can be powerful tools to help us remember." Deaton said as he glanced up at us.

"So, is this stuff connected to the wild hunt? Like us not remembering something because of them?" I asked. He shrugged at that.

"The wild hunt is drawn to war and mayhem. I've never of heard them doing anything to someone's memory." Deaton said. He handed Scott back the piece of glass.

"It seems like you both are feeling a sort of phantom-limb syndrome. It's common in war. Amputees can have the sensation of an itch they can't scratch or a pain that can't possibly be there. The missing limb is so important that the brain thinks the limb is still there." Deaton said.

"So, our subconscious is trying to get us to realize what's missing?" I asked. He nodded at the possibility.

"Could be." Deaton said.

"Then how do we figure out what it's saying?" Scott asked. I shrugged.

"Just go to sleep." Deaton said. We both looked at each other and then nodded. We both went back to my car, and I glanced at Scott.

"You think this is really going to help?" I asked. Scott shrugged and I backed out and headed towards his house.

"It's better than nothing." He said. I nodded and when I dropped him off, I headed home. I got home and laid down on the couch. No one was home as of right now. When I closed my eyes, I fell asleep. I was having a dream about skyping someone, but I couldn't remember who and I couldn't remember the face. The person was fuzzy but I could hear the voice saying my name over and over again asking if I could hear them. When I woke up it was late, and I was not where I had gone to sleep at. I was sitting in front of my laptop, but I wasn't in my house. I was in my house at Sacramento. How the hell did I get here? It was an hour drive away from Beacon Hills. My breath caught realizing I might have ran in my sleep here. Oh god I hope no one saw me.

I was in my old room because we didn't sell this house. We just decided to keep it in case we needed it again. I looked around the room and flipped up the light switch. I guess the electric had been shut off because the light on my ceiling didn't come on when I flicked it up. I turned the light on my phone on and then I started to look around. I smiled as I ran my hand over my old desk. That's when I looked closer at my desk to see something I had engraved on the side of it. It was three S's. It read Stiles, Sky, and Scott. Who was Stiles? I picked up my phone and called Scott.

"Yeah Sky?" He asked after a few rings.

"I have a problem." I muttered. I heard him rustle something, sounded like paper.

"What?" He asked.

"I went to sleep and ended up in Sacramento." I said. A stunned silence ensued over the phone. If I didn't hear him breathe I would've sworn Scott had hung up the phone on me.

"Wait, where?" He asked shocked coming to his senses.

"In my old house, in my old room. I remember a night where I was skyping someone, but I couldn't put a name or a face to the person. Well, I went snooping around my room and on my desk, I had carved three S's." I said.

"Let me guess one of the names is Stiles." Scott said to me.

"Yeah," I muttered.

"Lydia just wrote out a name called Stiles too. We're here at Deaton's." He said. So he had gone back to Deaton's after me dropping him off.

"Well, whoever he was…he was really important to me." I muttered.

"How did you figure this out?" He asked as I slid open a drawer open on my desk. I pulled out a piece of paper which I had written on. I studied the writing on it in my handwriting.

"Because I just found a piece of paper. I wrote on it and all it literally has on it is Stiles and my name enclosed in hearts on it. Plus, my full name but instead of Hudson it's Stilinski." I muttered.

"You loved him." Scott said.

"I guess so." I whispered.