A/N- sorry it's been so long since I've updated. I'm still on vacation but since it's been extended, I decided to go ahead and give y'all another chapter. I hope you like it!

Chapter 27

Chloe's POV

It's been a week since I've been home and I'm starting to get antsy. My grandma and siblings are still here, which is great but it just makes me feel even more guilty. Mr. Swanson is also still hanging around, following my mom around like a lost puppy. What's even more weird is that she lets him. Also, there are times when I'm laying in bed that I hear voices. They're too quiet for me to make out any words, but it worries me. I heard it in the cell sometimes and I can't help but wonder if I'm going crazy. Guess Beca and I will be the perfect couple than.

Beca is the main reason for my uneasiness. I know that she's been going out at night while I'm asleep and not coming back until the sun comes up. I'm starting to see what everyone means by how different she is. Multiple times, I've caught her staring out the window and I have to say her name several times to get her attention. Her eyes always seem glazed over, like she's not actually here but somewhere else. It's starting to scare me.

What also scares me is the fact that I've noticed my grandma touches her. They're constantly high fiving over some joke or patting each other on the shoulder. What doesn't it mean? Has my grandma seen Beca's death already? If she did, it would've had to have been when Beca first met her, when she was in her wolf form. That would explain why Grandma Joyce talked to her afterwards. Why hasn't Beca told me though? I don't understand why she's keeping so many secrets.

I lay in bed, thinking and waiting for Beca to come back and once again pretend to be asleep. I hate this. Waiting and wondering if she'll come back. There's that fear that constantly buzzes through me, creating a pit in my stomach. The fear that she'll die and no one will ever know. Mostly, there's the fear that she's too far gone and the insanity will take over, leaving me alone.

When the first ray of sunshine bursts through my window, Beca comes back and I lay on my side, staring at the wall. Do I get mad and call her out on it? I have every right to, but I'm not sure I want to know how much of the Beca I fell in love with is gone. So instead, I stay still as she gets into bed, smelling like pine and dirt.

I wait a few minutes before turning toward her and kissing her softly on the lips. She opens her eyes like she's been asleep this whole time and smiles. We're both playing a game, prancing around each other until the other gives. And one of us will give. It's just a matter of if our relationship can survive the fallout.

"Good morning," Beca whispers and I hesitate before whispering it back. She leans in and kisses me. Heat quickly spreads across my body. All my worry seemingly melts away with the raging fire that she lit. Before it gets too heated though, I pull back, resting my forehead on hers.

"I have to tell you miss Mitchell," I grin. "I am loving this new look." Beca smirks like she knew it all along, but I can see in her eyes how glad she is that I'm not disgusted by her. It's impossible though, to be disgusted by her, because all I see is beauty in everything she does. However, I'm starting to see cracks in that. Every movement and syllable of hers seems to have an edge of insanity to it.

"Really? Well, good because I'll have it for a long time." I pull back at her words.

"Wait, what? Why is that?"

"Because I'm stuck like this, Chlo. There's no changing for me. Not anytime soon, at least."

"Why though? Aren't you going to at least try? I'm back now. There's no need for you to-"

"To what?" Beca interrupts, pushing away from me and sitting up. "To be crazy? To be ugly?"

"No," my voice is a small whisper as I look down at my lap.

"Do you think I want to be like this?" Beca yells. She stands up and runs her hands through her hair, facing away from me.

"Yes." She freezes and slowly turns around.

"What?"

"I think that a part of you is choosing to be like this. You like it, for some reason."

"You think I like looking like this? Not being able to go outside during the day is torture, Chloe. Seeing everybody look at me like I'm crazy is so hard for me. But the worst thing, is the way you watch me when you think I'm not paying attention. The look filled with pity and disgust."

"You can accuse me of anything," I scream, jumping up and poking a finger in Beca's chest. "But looking at you in disgust is not one of them. What you're seeing is confusion, Beca. I'm confused because you're choosing this new persona you have over me."

"What are you talking about?" Beca growls.

"You think I haven't noticed how you sneak out every night? I mean, it's fine and all but I don't understand why you won't talk to me. You have secrets after promising me that there would be no more between us."

"Secrets? How does not talking to you count as me having secrets? Yes, I sneak out at night but that's the only thing I was hiding from you."

"Is it?" I scream, thinking of my grandma.

"What else do you think I'm hiding?"

"There's something you're not telling me. Something that has to do with my grandma. She doesn't touch anybody else because she's afraid of seeing them die, but she'll touch you. Did she see your death?"

"Dammit, Chloe." Beca looks down, her voice quiet.

"She did." The silence confirms my guess and I cover my mouth, forbidding the rising sob from coming out.

"Why won't you tell me about it? Is it soon?"

"I can't tell you that Chloe."

"Why not?" I wail, my voice full of anguish.

"Because I don't know. I refused to let her tell me."

"Well, I won't." I push past Beca and march down the stairs. Beca calls after me and grabs my arm, but she can't stop me. I find everybody in the kitchen, including grandma Joyce. By the looks on their faces, I know that they heard everything.

"How?" I glare at Grandma Joyce who just sits there, staring at me. Tears stream down her face. The person I thought was the toughest, is now shattering right in front of me and I'm causing it.

"How?" I scream and Beca sets her hand on my arm, but I shrug her off. "When? Where? Tell me!" Sobbing, I drop to my knees, broken at the thought of Beca leaving me. Arms wrap around me and we rock back and forth.

"It's okay. It's going to be okay." The voice is familiar and sounds like music to my ears. Shaking, I pull away from the grip that the person has on me and find myself face to face with stormy, gray eyes. With my good hand, I stroke Beca's face, trembling. Her skin is darker now, burned by many hours in the sun. She smiles and her teeth are back to normal, but her lips are cracked and split.

"Oh Beca," I whisper and she frowns. My fingers lightly touch her mouth which no longer protrudes. I grab her hand and bring it up to my face, pressing it to my cheek. Beca's eyes widen at the sight, just now realizing that she's back. On shaky legs, I pull her up and we go to the table. Everybody watches us with awe and shock on their faces.

"But how?" Beca keeps staring at her hands, like she can't believe they're normal again. Or at least human again. Her hands which used to be soft are now callused and dry, cracked all over.

"I don't know. No one does."

"Yeah," Beca whispers and looks up from her hands to meet my gaze. Now, I can see one thing that hasn't changed. There's still the glazed over look in her eyes as they move, not focusing on one thing. Not really there.

"So how does she die?" My mom asks this one for me since I got caught up with Beca's sudden change.

"I can't answer that. It's Beca's death so it's her choice whether or not you know." We all look at Beca who just shakes her head and gets up.

"I'm going for a walk." She goes to the door but pauses before leaving. "Come with me?" The kindness in her eyes that's always been there, that's never left, gets me nodding yes and going with her. If she doesn't want me to know how she dies, than that's fine. I'll just have to work harder to keep that from happening.

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March 9, 1912

Dear

There's something wrong with me. Everytime I dream, it comes true but it's not just that. I started getting glimpses of their futures when I touch them. It's like I can see everything laid out for them. Should I be afraid of this? Should I tell someone? I heard that there's this science group that's looking for people like me. But everyone that they catch, never comes back. I'm so scared. If anybody finds out, I'm dead. I have to keep it to myself. In fact, I have to burn this diary. No one can know. Right after I'm done with this entry, I'm burning it. Should anything happen to me and I'm not able to destroy this, please, whoever is reading, don't tell anybody. Just find my family and let them know that I love them. Tell Charles that it's okay to move on. That I'm sorry I hid such a big secret when you should tell your fiance everything.

My name is Isabella Beale and if you get this, I'm probably dead.

Closing the journal, I rub my face. That was the last entry of the journal and probably Isabella's life. Who would've taken her? Who would kill her? None of it makes sense.

Sighing, I get up and stare out my window. Beca should be back from work pretty soon. After she shifted back to normal, she started going back to work which Jesse gladly allowed her to do. Grandma Joyce went back home and my siblings are preparing to go back to school. It's been a month since Beca changed and I should be going back to school, but I can't seem to do it yet. I got caught up on all the work since Mr. Swanson explained the situation to the principle-who's also a werewolf- and now he's allowing me to go back like I never left in the first place.

Beca hasn't gone back either, probably for the same reason she also keeps going out at night. There's still something wrong with her and I'm afraid we won't be able to fix it. I'll lose Beca along with my heart. I think she only changed back because of seeing me so distraught, not because she wanted to.

So I stay at the house with Beca, wanting to savor every moment with her. Since my grandma refused to tell me when Beca dies, I've stayed by her side, afraid to leave her alone. She won't let me go to work with her though, so I'm stuck here waiting until she comes home.

Since I have nothing to do, I've mowed through the journal until every inch of it has been burned in my mind. For several entries, she's talked about her dreams coming true and evolving. Will mine do the same? It's already spread out from me having dreams just about Beca and I to other people. Is it possible that I'll get the same as Isabella? Or will mine be more powerful?

I'm so distracted with my thoughts, I don't hear the front door opening and the footsteps coming up behind me. A strong hand covers my mouth and another person walks in front of me. It's one of Luke's friends. Bumper, I think.

"Your girlfriend killed our friend," Bumper sneers. "Now, it's time for her to pay. Where is she?"

"Fuck off," I snap, squirming to get out of the person's hold. Bumper laughs and I can feel the guy's chest rumble against my back with laughter.

"You may put up a strong front," Bumper taunts, stepping closer to me. "But I saw you in that cell, crouching and whimpering like a little pup. So afraid. So weak." His fist comes flying toward my face and my head snaps back with the force. Blood pools from my nose as pain erupts across my face.

"What now?" The dude behind me asks happily and I can assume that Bumper has taken Luke's place. He's the leader now and they all will follow him. Even to their deaths.

"We wait for the mutt to come home and sees our little message we'll leave for her. Then, we show her how sorry she'll be for killing our future alpha." I look up at the clock. Beca will be home in less than an hour. How will I warn her?

"Oh no you don't," Bumper growls and grabs my chin. "I've heard all about your freaky connection with Beca and your powers. I can't have you telling her not to come so Jacob here is going to knock you out. Any last words before you go night night?"

"Screw you," I spit in his face and he just frowns, rubbing a hand down his face. The last thing I see before everything goes dark is Jacob's devious grin and fist coming straight for me.