The rest of the week, and the next were hectic. Everyone in the pack was scrambling around trying to find answers. She tryed not to laugh as they tried to track Peter, when she knew he was sitting on her couch, reading, at that very moment.

They also, with her help, tried to figure out what had happend to Lydia. She had healed, but not at super human pace. She wasn't a werewolf, but she wasn't dead either. Another problem for another day. For now, she needed to focus on keeping Peter hidden. It was becoming harder and harder to lie to Derek, who could tell something was up. The nausia that had come her wasn't helping either, considering they wern't suposed to get sick.

"Kayla?"

She looked up. Scott was looking at her questioningly.

"You look a little pale. Are you feeling ok?" They were coming up on the school. Stiles was driving and Scott was looking back at Kayla.

The year had passed them by, and it was already time for her graduation. Mellisa was meeting them there, along with Derek and a certain man who she knew would be hiding amongst the crowd. Everyone else was coming together. The Argents were giving Lydia a ride.

"Yeah I'm just tired." She lied through her teeth. She felt terrible. She could barley look at him straight. He look at her with concern and suspision, then turned back around.

The ceremony was simple, but long. By the time it was done, Kayla felt like she could die. Her, Scott and Stiles, were making their way over to the after party for the students. Everyone else had left.

As they walked towards the school, Kayla felt herself getting weaker and weaker. Before she could save herself, she felt her leg falter. As if in slow motion, she felt her ankle roll, her body fall limp, and someone grab her wrist, then everything went black.

"Kayla? I'm going to need you to wake up before the multiple supernaturals break my waiting room into little pieces."

Kayla pried her eyes open, to find Deaton, above her, looking at her.

"Welcome back, Sleeping Beauty. You were out for quite a while.". Kayla groaned in protest as Deaton pushed her into a sitting position.

"So have you been feeling sick the last few days?" She looked at his suspiciously.

"Yeah, how did you know?". He ignored her question, and continued.

"Nausea, vomiting, and dizziness?".

"Yeah, again, how did you know?". He smirked at her.

"Congratulations, Kayla..."

She went wide eyed and gasped.

"Your pregnant."

"Are you sure nothing's wrong?"

Derek looked over at Kayla who sat in the passenger seat.

"I just need food, for the last time."

They pulled up at her new apartment and parked Dereks car next to her car. She started to get out when she realised Peter would be in the apartment. She couldn't have Derek coming up.

"Thanks for the ride. Ill see you tomorrow at the meeting." Hinting that he wasn't invited inside. Apparently he got the message.

"Ok. Ill call you later to check up on you. Bye.". She got out of the car, and as soon as the door shut, he was pulling out.

She dug through her purse trying to find her keys, then fumbling them while trying to get them in the lock. She pushed through the door to find an empty apartment. She noticed a neatly folded note on the table. She walked over to it and un-folded it.

Angel,

I'd love to be with you on your graduation night, but sadly, I have buisness to handle. I want you to know how much I love you. No matter what happens, I will find my way back to you. I will always find you.

Your Beloved,

Peter J. Hale

She panicked. If he left without telling her, that meant he was trying to keep her out of danger. She needed to stop him before he got himself killed. He could be anywhere. No, the only people who posed a threat to him, were all in the most predictable place.

She drove at insanely dangerous speeds. She was angry, no, furious, at all of them. Peter, Derek, the boys, all of them had betrayed her. Went behind her back. They were all going to die, but not by eachothers hands, by hers. Obviously no though had been put into how she would react, because it wasn't going to be pretty. All she could do was hope she wasn't to late.

As she drove up to the mansion, she saw everything happening in slow motion. As Jackson threw the molotov, she was out of her car, transformed, and running to Peter, a howl of warning escaping her lips.

Hearing her, he turned around just in time to catch the bottle. She was about to breathe a sigh of relief, when she heard the sound of an arrow being released from where the argents stood. She ran.

The arrow was right in front of the bottle when Peter noticed it. He couldn't do anything. Ready to accept it, he realized it hadn't hit. He looked over to find Kayla, claws clutching the arrow, as the tip just barley touched the bottle.

He looked at her with shock, until he heard the sound of another bottle wizzing through the air. He turned around to catch the other molotov, he realised he was not the target. The target was his wife, who was currently preoccupied, growling at the Argents, who had their bows, and guns pointed at them.

There was no time. By the time he could warn her, she wouldn't have enough time to move. If he tried to catch it, it was far enough for the possibility of missing. If he tried to move her, there was the risk of both of them going up in flames. He had one choice. One chance. He did have a backup plan for a reason.

"No!"

Kayla turned around to see Peter dive in front of her. She watched as the flames consumed his figure, and he collapsed, falling to the ground as the fire died out.

"Peter!" She ran to him, dropping at his side.

He heard yelling all around him. He could heard his Angel yelling at him. He couldn't process what she was saying. He tried to focus on her words, but he was distracted by her heart beat. It was fast obviously, considering what had all gone on. There was something else. It was beating too many imes. Two strong beats, followed by two soft beats that didn't seem to come from her heart. Almost as if she had two hearts in her body.

Then it click in his mind. For a moment he was able to focus his eyes on her, and choke out two last words, as well as some blood:

"Your pregnant."

And we come to a close. This will be the end of the first section. I wasnt planning on pausing the story, but had a recent death in my family the day iwrote this. I'v got to do a bunch of arangements and keep up with school at the same time, so will put a pause for a couple weeks. if anyone can guess what Peters middle name is, the next chapter wlil cme sooner. hint: Sebastian Stan.