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The pair ran through an industrial site, climbing up onto the roof close behind the Alpha. Distantly Makena heard a car coming along the road but ignored it as she and Derek got closer. Makena made the jump across the gap between the buildings but only just as a shot filled the air and serious pain in her thigh had her gritting her teeth. A second shot rang out and Derek grunted and groaned as he fell back to the concrete covered earth.

"No!" Makena gasped loudly; sticking her head over the side of the building.

"Did we get them?" A female voice asked.

"Not enough to kill them" A second female answered.

Another car pulled up and she recognised the voice; Chris Argent.

"Get in"

"What? Not even hello? Nice to see you?" The woman questioned.

"All I've got right now is please put the assault rifles away before someone notices" He answered her, looking around to make sure no-one was going to sneak up on them or possibly report them.

"That's the brother I love" She released a breath as she spoke.

"Ease up Chris, you might blow a gasket" The second lady added.

"I'll ease up when you decide to think smart" Argent bit back.

"Brother?" Makena whispered to herself. She climbed down from the roof as quietly as possible so she didn't become Argent's next target. "Derek?"

"Yeah" He called out, moving himself back along the concrete. "Ahhh" He hissed, the pain in his arm making him cringe.

"There were three of them" The woman spoke again.

"The Alpha?" Chris questioned.

"I don't know but one of them tried to kill us"

"One of them was gonna lead us to the other. Hell maybe they both would of lead us to the Alpha, that's not gonna happen if they're dead" He scolded.

"Well we can't help kill them, if they kill us first" The second woman stated.

"How long will it take?" Chris asked.

"I give it 48 hours… if that" His sister didn't seem so worried about anything. Two less werewolves certainly made her life, and her friend's life, easier.

Makena listened as hard as she could over the erratic beating of her heart; they were leaving. She focused on the blinding pain centred in her thigh, trying to think what the hell type of bullet she had been shot with. Derek hissed in pain again as he pulled up the sleeve of his shirt; both wolves fixed on the bluey-purple light coming from his arm.

"This does not look good" She huffed, attempting to slow her heart rate and control her breathing.

"We're gonna need help" The pair struggled to get to their feet; Makena's injury hindering her attempts significantly.

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By mid-afternoon the next day, both Makena and Derek were looking worse for wear as they made their way slowly through the halls of the school. Makena was trying her hardest not to limp and attract attention, while Derek kept his head down as he essentially shuffled his feet along the floor. Mack caught sight of a blonde kid at his locker and decided to try her luck, "S'cuse me hun, could you point me in the direction of Scott McCall?" Derek was a few steps behind her; after having his shoulder knocked by a kid passing him, he was forced to stop and reel in his already volatile aggression.

The teenager pulled back to look at her, "And why would you want McCall?" He almost smirked.

"What's your name sweet pea?"

"Jackson" He flashed his pearly white grin; the charm smile that usually had ladies tripping over themselves.

"We need Scott, where is he?" Derek asked.

"And why should I tell you?" Jackson sneered.

"Because he asked nicely… and he only does that once" Makena answered.

"Ok toughies. Look I wanna know what you're selling him" Jackson looked at the pair expectantly. Derek looked like he had no idea what Jackson was going on about what but Makena caught on quickly.

"Steroids" She answered flatly.

"No girl scout cookies. What the hell do you think I'm talking about? Oh and by the way, whatever it is you two are selling… I'd probably stop sampling the merchandise; you looked wrecked" Makena's patience was wearing thin and her leg had begun bleeding again; she could feel the dark, thick blood soaking her jeans and slowly oozing down her shin. Derek looked down at his hand; blood exposing itself past the cuff of his jacket and one drop landing on the ground. The sound ringing in both their ears.

"We'll find him ourselves" Derek moved past first with Makena right on his heels before Jackson laid a hand on her shoulder.

"No we're not done" Both Derek and Makena spun around; Derek's hand going to the back of Jackson's neck while Makena's dug into the back of his shoulder near the base of his neck. They quickly pulled away realizing their mistake and hurried off to find McCall.

"Kena, come on" Derek called back to her. She had stopped to catch her breath, leaning against a wall.

"My leg is killing me. It's gonna take too long if we have to walk all around campus looking for him" Derek nodded weakly, knowing she was right. He leaned beside her and both desperately listened and searched for Scott's voice in the noisy school.

"Wait you hear that?" Derek questioned.

"What? The girl?" Makena asked.

"Allison Argent. Scott's girlfriend" He stated simply.

"You're kidding me? The werewolf and the werewolf hunter's daughter" She shook her head as she leaned to the girl and her friend babble about studying after school. Derek, however, couldn't help but think about his own indiscretion; now it seemed like history was repeating itself. The shrill ringing of the bell bought him out of his thoughts and had him following Makena as they covered their ears and moved along the hall again.

"Follow me" Derek commanded. The pair made it outside and gave a slight reprieve to their pain as fresh air filtered through their lungs. "Wait here" He said before stepping out in front of a light blue coloured Jeep, while she leaned against a thin post.

"Oh my god" The bewilderment coming from a kid with shaved hair. A car behind him honked as Derek fell to the ground, Makena watched it happen in slow motion but no matter how much she willed her muscles to move, she didn't get to him in time. Still she managed to get by his side as more impatient honks filled the parking lot. "You gotta be kidding me this guy is everywhere"

Makena smelt Scott when he was close enough and she looked up at him through heavy lids, "Scott, we need your help" She tried her hardest not to whimper as the pain got worse.

"What happened?" He asked, kneeling down to Derek's level.

"We were shot" Derek stated.

Scott's friend had gotten out of the Jeep and was nervously moving around; looking at everyone around him and back to the injured werewolves. "How come you haven't healed?" He asked.

"We can't it's a different kind of bullet" Derek puffed.

"Wait you both got shot?" Scott asked receiving only nods in reply.

"What a silver bullet?" His erratic friend asked.

"No you idiot" Derek growled; in pain and frustration.

"Wait, wait that's what she meant when she said you had 48 hours" Scott said, remembering the conversation from the previous night.

"What? You were there?" Makena asked almost in desperation.

"Who said 48 hours?"

"The woman who shot us" Makena stated before barely containing the scream in her throat. All eyes focused on her as her own orbs focused on the wolf in front of her; her eyes flickering between bright cobalt and her natural ocean colour. Derek's eyes doing the same; flicking from bright blue to his hazel green. "No, no you can't do that. Someone will see"

"We're trying not too' Makena growled.

"Stop that" Scott pathetically demanded.

"It's what we're trying to tell you, we can't" Derek growled.

"Derek, get up" The older werewolf looked at Scott; gritting his teeth as more pain washed through his arm.

Scott looked around at all the people gathering, courtesy of the impatient people in the cars that were honking their horns; a crowd was gathering. "Alright, help me get them into your car" The hyperactive kid put his hands on Makena's shoulders, directing her to the passenger side. Weakly she climbed in and hunkered down in the back seat. Scott dumped Derek in the front and closed the door. "We need you to find what kind of bullet it was"

"How the hell am I supposed to do that?" Scott asked.

"She's an Argent, she's with them" Makena called from the back.

"Why should I help you?" Scott asked, not pointing the question at any specific person. Makena and Derek had both fought him and Derek was trying to convince him that he should stay away from the girl he loved.

"Because you need me" Derek stated, still panting slightly.

"Fine, I'll try" He replied, looking between the Jeep and Allison who was walking up the lot. "Get them out of here"

"I hate you so much" His friend replied. The Jeep pulled out of the school lot and he drove through town. Derek struggled as he tried taking his jacket off. Makena reached a hand forward and grabbed the collar, pulling it backwards so it would slide down his arms.

"So who are you exactly?" The driver asked his backseat wolf.

"I'm the werewolf that's gonna rip your head off" She growled, the pain becoming even more excruciating and unbearable.

"Wow, you are so Derek's friend" He mumbled.

"Her name's Makena" Derek grunted.

"Stiles" He replied, looking in the rear view, catching her cobalt eyes staring back at him. A tight smile wound up on her lips. Stiles looked away quickly, sending a text to someone.

"Has he found it yet?" Derek asked.

"He needs more time" Stiles replied after reading the fast reply. "Hey try not to bleed out on my seats" He moved his gaze to the mirror, "Both of you. We're almost there"

"Almost where?" Derek mumbled.

"Your house" Stiles said casually.

"No, you can't take us there"

"I can't take you to your own house?" Stiles asked incredulously.

"Not when we can't defend ourselves" Makena perked up.

Suddenly Stiles pulled the car over and shut it off. "What happens if Scott doesn't find your little magic bullet?"

"We'll die" Mack stated obviously.

"Are you dying?" Stiles looked from Derek to Makena and back again.

"Not yet" Derek puffed, "I have a last resort"

"What do you mean? What last resort?" Stiles was getting more and more worked up. Derek pulled up the sleeve on his shirt, exposing his wound. "Oh my god, what is that?" He asked; disgusted and looking like he could throw up at any minute, "Is that contagious?" Stiles looked back to Makena, "Do you have one?"

She nodded, "My thigh"

"You know what? You should probably just get out… both of you"

"Start the car now" Derek ordered

"You know what? I don't think you should be barking orders with that way you look right now. In fact, I think if I wanted to I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead" Stiles focused on Derek while Makena watched. But hearing the threat she growled and wrapped a hand around his throat.

"Think you could take on both of us?" She asked darkly, increasing the pressure slightly before a horrendous cough had her taking her hand away to cover her mouth; black spots appearing on her hand. She lifted up her shirt and saw the black veins had extended up her stomach and were slowly, yet surely making their way up to her heart.

"Start the car or I'm gonna rip out your throat…with my teeth" Derek threatened the teen. Stiles and Derek stared at each other for a few moments before Stiles gave in and started the car.

"I have no idea where the hell to take you" Stiles admitted out loud. The wolves didn't reply, choosing instead to focus on their pain. Stiles grabbed his phone and sent Scott a message, 'Makena and Derek are not looking so good'. Eventually he pulled the Jeep over on the side of the road again and waited to hear from Scott.

Finally his phone rang, "What am I supposed to do with them?"

"Just take them somewhere, anywhere"

Stiles sighed, "And by the way they're starting to smell" Both werewolves looked up at the human.

"Like what?" Makena heard.

"Like death" Stiles complained.

"Take them to the animal clinic"

"What about your boss?" Stiles asked.

"He'll be gone by now. There's a spare key in a box behind the dumpster" Scott was pacing back and forth in the hunter's house.

Stiles sighed again and handed the phone over to Derek, "You're not gonna believe where he's telling me to take you"

"Did you find it?" Derek asked.

"How am I supposed to find one bullet? They have like a million; this house is like the frickin' Wal-Mart of guns"

"Look if you don't find it, then we're dead alright?" Derek panted.

"Starting to think that wouldn't be such a bad thing" Scott replied, getting more and more anxious.

"Then think about this, the Alpha calls you out against your will and he's gonna do it again. Next time you either kill with him or you get killed. So if you wanna stay alive then you need me. Find the bullet" Derek informed Scott and hung up the phone. Stiles started up the car and drove to the Beacon Hills Animal Clinic.

He pulled up around the back, "Just wait here" The werewolves looked at him incredulously and Stiles just nodded his head, "Right" He mumbled as he climbed out of the car. He rushed around to find the key.

Almost as soon as Stiles had closed the door, Derek pulled himself from the car and walked around to open the back. Makena was breathing heavily, her hand pushing down on the bullet wound to stop the bleeding. "Come on" He ordered softly as he held out his hand. She bit down on the inside of her cheek as she moved herself around and climbed out of the Jeep. Makena could taste blood as she limped beside Derek to the roller door that Stiles had just lifted. Derek plonked down on a pile of animal feed and Makena fell against the wall; supporting her weight on her uninjured leg.

"Does Nordic Blue Monkshood mean anything to you?"

"It's a rare form of wolfs bane" Derek panted.

"He has to bring the bullet" Makena whimpered.

"Why?" Stiles asked.

"Because we'll die without it" Derek looked up at him. His eyes dull and there were dark shadows under his eyes. Makena's eyes were similar and both extremely pale and had sweat on their foreheads.

"We're gonna need two" Makena looked to Derek and he nodded. Stiles shot a quick message to Scott as Derek leaned forward a little to get his shirt off. Stiles helped him stand and grabbed Makena; letting her lean on his other shoulder.

"Okay" Stiles released when he got the pair inside the clinic. Derek pulled away and took his shirt off, going to the other side of the table. Makena stayed against him until he sat her down in a chair. With his arm under the light, everyone could clearly see all the blood; and the black veins running up his arm. "You know, that really doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night sleep wouldn't take care of" Stiles says, rubbing his head.

Derek pants and looks over at Makena, who is trying her hardest not to fall of the seat, "Show me your wound" She looks over to him with heavy eyes.

"What?" She is also panting.

"I need to see the bullet wound" Huffing she lifted her leg towards Stiles.

"Pull off my boots" She ordered. Stiles sucked in a deep breath, gaping at Derek and back to Makena before bending down slightly. Once her boots were on the floor she hauled herself to her feet and unbuckled her belt. Sighing softly and glancing over at the two men who were fixed on her, she pulled down her jeans gingerly. Her black lacy boyleg panties came into view and she heard the slight hitch in Stile's breath. "Calm down tiger" She smirked at the human as the denim hit the floor; warranting a small blush from him. Mack moved over to Stiles, standing almost in front of him as she placed her hands on the table to pull herself up. His hands landed on her hips and a small growl came from Derek. Both looked at him but he held his sickly poker face. She lay on her side, allowing her injury to be exposed in the light.

"That looks worse than Derek's" Stiles blurted out.

"It will be fine once Scott gets here" She panted but a moment later she added, "But if he doesn't get here in time, we'll both die"

"What why?"

"If the infection reaches the heart, it will kill us" Derek looked around the cupboards for anything that would relieve the pain.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary is it?" Stiles shook his head. Makena ignored the males and closed her eyes, feeling the warmth of the light bulb on her skin. She was gonna miss the sun. Summer had always been her favourite season; even though it was usually humid in Mississippi, she loved feeling the sun on her skin. Makena knew that she would never be a golden brown like her father and aunt but she had slight brown colouring to her skin and she loved it. She would always be outside trying to make it darker but it never happened and all she could think was that it would never happen again.

"If Scott doesn't get here in time with the bullet; last resort" He said as he searched through the drawers.

"Which is?"

Derek turned back around with a saw in his hand, "You're gonna cut off my arm" Makena's eyes flew open at that statement.

"What about her?" Stiles asked, looking down.

"You're gonna cut off my leg" Makena loved her legs but she'd rather have one than be dead.

Derek set the saw on the table and Stiles immediately picked it up, pressing the trigger button, "Oh my god" Stiles felt like he was gonna be sick again. He watched for a minute as Makena lifted her long, toned leg up slightly and Derek started tying a piece of blue elastic around the top of her thigh; using his mouth to hold one end, he pulled so it was tight. With his nose so close to her skin, he couldn't help but inhale her scent; vanilla and leather. Derek had to forcefully bite back a groan and focus on the task at hand.

"What if she bleeds out?" Stiles asked, completely oblivious to Derek's internal battle.

"If it works, I'll heal" Makena huffed, also seemingly oblivious to the man fighting his primal urges. Once she was wrapped, he started on his own arm.

"Look" Stiles started breathing heavy; realising that Scott may not make it in time, "I don't know if I can do this"

"Why not?" Derek asked as he fumbled around with the elastic. Makena turned to him, taking it from his mouth and tying it herself.

"Well because of the cutting in the flesh, the saw in the bone and especially the blood" His voice getting higher as he strained.

"You faint at the sight of blood?" Derek asked; bewildered.

"No but I might at the sight of a cut off arm" Stiles answered and looked to Makena, "Or leg"

"Alright fine" Derek shook a little, his breathing growing heavy, "How about this, either you cut of her leg, or I'm gonna cut off your head"

"Ok you know what I'm so not buying your threats anymore" Just as Stiles finished, Makena reached up and grabbed his shirt, pulling him down to her level. "Oh my god, alright ok, bought, sold I'll totally do it" Suddenly Makena needed to vomit and as she leaned over to the edge of the table, she bought Stiles closer to her injury, "Ok, what? What are you doing?" He asked as the black blood hit the floor. Her hand slipped from the collar of his shirt so she could keep her hair away from her face.

"Holy god! What the hell is that?"

"Her body is trying to heal itself" Derek answered. He took her hair from her hands and held it himself. The kind act didn't go unnoticed but Stiles wasn't going to question him about it.

"Well it's not doing a very good job of it" Stiles was again queasy.

"You need to do it now" Makena panted, holding her head over the side of the table.

"Look honestly, I don't know if I can"

"Just do it!" The werewolves yelled at him.

"Oh my god" Stiles said, shakily grabbing the saw off the table. He saw it against Makena's leg and psyched himself up, "Ok here we go" Just as he was about to push the button, another voice called out.

"Stiles?" Scott called.

"Scott?" Stiles called back. Scott came around the corner and took in the room; two half naked werewolves and Stiles holding a saw to the red head's leg.

"What the hell are you doing?" He asked, coming closer to the scene.

Stiles was instantly relieved and took several deep breaths, "Oh you just prevented a life time of nightmares"

"Did you get them?" Derek asked. He had been leaning on his forearm near Makena's head; ready to hold her down if necessary. Scott fumbled around in his pocket and pulled out two bullets; handing one to Makena and one to Derek.

"What are you gonna do with them?" Stiles asked, flicking between werewolves.

"I'm gonna" Derek could focus, his head was light and spinning, "I'm gonna" He dropped to the floor. The bullet hitting the table and rolling off and into a small drain.

"No no no no no" Scott watched it happen and dove after the bullet while Stiles rushed to Derek.

"No Stiles, help me sit up" Makena groaned.

"I need to help him" He looked back frantically.

"Help me first" She growled, feeling more blood coming up her throat. She turned her face so it could run out of her mouth. Stiles leapt to his feet and grabbed her wrists, yanking her into a sitting position before dropping to the floor again.

"Derek" Stiles said slapping his face, "Derek come on wake up" He shook Derek's face again before looking desperately at his best friend who was lying on his stomach trying to reach the second bullet. "Scott what the hell are we gonna do?"

"I don't know" Scott answered in frustration and desperation.

"Gimme his lighter" Makena called from above. She coughed slightly and more blood came from her mouth, dribbling over her chin, "Hurry up" She growled. Stiles patted Derek's pockets, "He's not waking up" Makena could hear Stile's panicking, "He's not waking up, I think he's dead"

"Just hang on" Scott yelled.

"Stiles, give me the lighter" Makena yelled down to him. He found the lighter and threw it up to her. Stiles watched her bite of the top of the bullet and spill the powder on the table. She flicked the lighter and set the flame to the powder, scooping it all in her hand once the flame was out and mashed it into her leg. She screamed out in agony and drove the powder into the wound further, writhing on the table she rolled too far and she fell very ungracefully to the floor. Stiles looked at her as she screamed; a wolf growl escaping her throat in the process. Stiles was back by Derek and looked over at Scott as he pulled back from the drain.

"I got it! I got it!" He exclaimed.

Stiles turned his attention back to Derek, "Please don't kill me for this" He balled his fist and smacked Derek right in the jaw. His eyes shot open and the boys watched as he followed the same steps that Makena had just gone through. Derek fell onto his back again and yelled out in agony as the wolfs bane worked its magic to heal him. "Yeah, that was awesome!" Stiles exclaimed as they watched the infection disappear and the wound close up.

"Are you ok?" Scott asked looking down at Derek.

"Except for the agonising pain" Derek said sarcastically.

"Guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a good sign of health" Stiles said flatly. Derek glared at him before moving his gaze to the other werewolf. He looked over at Makena, who was taking longer to heal. She screamed again, making the other two look to her as well. Her canines descended and her claws dug into her hands.

"What is she doing?" Scott and Stiles asked in unison.

"Triggering the healing process faster" Derek stated calmly. He moved over to her side and waited out her suffering. He brushed the hair back from her face and watched her. Makena felt his hand on her forehead and calmed down a little; feeling her tissue and skin heal up. She let out a relieved sigh and opened her eyes. She looked at Derek and then up to the ceiling; the feeling of pain quickly dissipating.

"Ok we saved your lives which means you're gonna leave us alone. You got that?" Scott ordered. Makena wanted to laugh, 'Listen to this boy, giving orders like he's an Alpha' but instead she pulled herself up against the wall so she was sitting, and untied the elastic. "And if you don't I'm gonna go back to Alison's dad and tell them every…"

"You're gonna trust them?" Derek questioned angrily. "You think they can help you?"

"Well why not?" Scott argued, "They're a lot frickin' nicer than you are"

Derek huffed quietly at Scott's naivety, "Yeah I can show you exactly how nice they are"

"What do you mean?" Scott asked as he and Stiles watched the wolves re-dress. Stiles climbed into his Jeep while Scott put his bike on the back. Derek and Makena stood by the back door of the clinic.

"Do you want me to come with you?" She asked softly.

Strangely, Derek wanted to say yes but shook his head, "No this is something for Scott"

"Where are you headed?"

"Beacons Crossing Home" He replied. "We'll take my car. I'll meet you back at the house" She nodded and lightly grabbed his arm for a moment then moved to the Jeep. Makena sat in the back with Scott on the quiet ride back to the Hale house.

Derek climbed out and went upstairs, throwing his now destroyed shirt on the floor and pulled on an old grey one. Scott looked to Stiles, "Can you take my bike back?"

"Yeah of course" Stiles replied, "I might need some help though" Makena closed her eyes and shook her head, a slight smirk pulling at the corner of her mouth; knowing what Stiles was up to.

"Makena can you help him?" Scott asked, clearly not catching on to Stiles' thoughts.

"Sure" She answered sweetly. Scott nodded and moved to stand by the Camaro. Makena seized her chance to ride shotgun.

Derek came out of the house and threw a quick glance at the Jeep, nodding swiftly to Makena before climbing inside. Stiles followed Derek's car though town before turning off down a side street. "So intense evening" He nervously bought up conversation.

"Interesting to say the least" Makena chimed in casually.

"So you and Derek" Makena's gaze focused and she turned her head from the window, Stiles looking nervously between her and the road.

"I'm just a house guest" She said, not breaking her stare from Stiles.

"Right" He nodded, pulling up at the McCall residence, "So then maybe…"

Makena smirked, she was gonna have some fun with this, "Yeah?" She questioned.

"Maybe you wouldn't mind, maybe…" Mack was trying her hardest to suppress a laugh as the human boy tripped over his words. Stiles' babbling died down as he watched her lean over towards him.

"You wanna go out with me?" She asked innocently.

"Well maybe since you're not, you know, with tall, brooding and mysterious, maybe I don't know you might…" She silenced him with a soft kiss on his lips.

"Sorry darlin'. I wouldn't wanna break you" Makena moved back to her seat as Stiles blushed, gushed and tried to get his heartbeat under control. He moved out of the Jeep and pulled the bike down; resting it against the porch railing. He casually walked back to the car and when he got to his door he noticed that the vehicle was empty.

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Back at the Hale house, Makena walked through her bedroom, dropping clothes as she went, changing for bed. She heard the Camaro pull up but ignored it as she moved around the room.

Derek walked inside and went straight up the stairs; still pissed that Scott didn't fully comprehend that the Argent's were bad. He caught her scent and followed it to her room, getting to the door as she pulled a t-shirt from the floor. He noticed on the base of her back there was a wolf howling and underneath were the words 'Even The Best Fall Down Sometimes'. Derek wondered what that meant but all too soon the animal disappeared under the cotton shirt. He had forgotten all about Scott and was interested in the woman before him.

Makena knew he was there and she didn't mind that he saw her half naked; yet again. She was a flirt by nature and living in a house with an attractive man wasn't helping her any, but she managed to keep it under control considering Derek seemed to barely have control of his temper half of the time. She felt no judgement in the air when he was standing there and yet she still felt compelled to tell him what the tattoo was about, "It's for my best friend" She stated.

"Something happen to her?" He asked, picking up on the soft tone of her words.

"I lost control of my anger. I was about 12 and I'd just had a fight with daddy; she only lived a short bit away so I went to her place but I couldn't calm down. She asked me what was wrong, I told her and then she started picking. At the time it seemed like she was on my dad's side. She knew I was a werewolf but still she treated me no differently. I remember shaking, I was so furious and something in me snapped; I lashed out at her. She was dead after the first strike" Makena looked around at him, "I went for her throat" She looked down in shame, "I didn't mean to hurt her but it happened all the same. She was the one person I always wanted around, she always listened to me and gave the best advice" Still not lifting her gaze, she continued on, "The day I turned 16 I got the tattoo" Makena didn't need to tell him that her eyes turned blue because of it; his eyes were the same. Without thinking, he stepped inside the room and tilted her head up, touching his lips to hers instantly.