"What happened?"

"I already told you, nothing happened."

"Bullshit nothing happened. Kalel, you don't just barge into Deucalion's office and demand to know something."

"Yeah, well, I lived so."

I was in the kitchen making myself a cup of tea and wherever I walked, Ethan followed, pestering me about what had happened earlier. When I came out of Deucalion's office, I had stood there for a moment, staring off into the opposite wall. It wasn't until I turned and saw both the twins, both standing completely silent and still just a few feet down the hall. Without saying anything to them, I had disappeared up to my room. It was well past midnight now, but I didn't care to or want to sleep and when I came down to the kitchen Ethan must've heard me and followed.

"Kalel, listen to me."

I finally stopped, taking in a deep breath to steady myself and prevent my blood pressure from rising any higher than it was. "What." I spat, turning around with my mug in my hands. Realizing that my grip was tightening, I loosened it before I would've felt the ceramic crack in my fingers.

"This is the way it has to be, alright?" There was without a doubt a level of sincerity and concern in the boy's eyes and it kind of made me feel slightly better to know that at least there was someone looking out for me. Ever since I had gotten here, yeah the twins had given me a good introduction to their sarcasm, but they had never treated me like anything other than a member of their pack, like I had always been a part of it and had taken a vacation; and now here I was, simply picking back up where I had left off, like we were strangers who'd known each other the whole time.

"Deucalion is the alpha for a reason, he makes the rules-"

"And doesn't justify them with any reason." I spun back around and started walking away.

"It's not like that." Ethan pleaded with me. "There's always a reason why he does the things he does. And besides, it's not like you doubt that." I stopped.

"What makes you so quick to think that?"

"If you really thought he was such a bad guy, you would've left by now." I didn't say anything right away. He was right. I had a choice in what I was doing, just like Deucalion had said. My dreams might be a part of the future but I was the present, and I had just as much say over my life as they had over me. And I had chosen to stay and pretend like I was just another ordinary werewolf enrolled in school; chosen to stay and go along with the plan and lie to everyone else.

"I don't know what else to do." I said quietly. "If I stay, I'm a liar. If I leave, I have no one."

"He's not doing it to hurt you." Ethan said.

"Yeah well he sure isn't making it easy to impress him without getting myself into a mess of shit."

"It's gunna be fine." He said in a reassuring tone. "Just focus on keeping your head above."

I was back at the cliff. I hadn't run here this time and I hadn't heard anyone following me, I had just automatically come here. I sighed and sat down in the dry grass, thinking about how nice it would be if I actually got any time at all to be unconscious. Even in my sleep I was awake and that was potentially even more tiring.

"Jump."

I spun around at the voice. There it was again, the same as last night.

"Jump."

I didn't understand why I kept hearing that. Was my self-conscious trying to get rid of myself; attempting to fool me so simply into taking a tumble in my dreams that would kill me in real life? I turned away and looked back out over the town. When I got here there had been lights. Now there were none.

"Don't do it."

I whipped back around. It was a different voice. It was Derek's voice.

He was standing there behind me, staring at me with an almost desperate facial expression, a lot unlike the one that he had when we with Deaton and Scott. I jumped up to my feet, taking this step further into the dream as some kind of progression into the message of whatever it was attempting to tell me. I opened my mouth to speak, but it was like my vocal cords no longer worked. What do you mean 'don't do it'? I mentally tried to convey.

"Don't jump." He said again.

"Jump."

"Whatever you do." Derek's gaze hardened. "Do not jump."

"Jump."

I stopped trying to get my message across to Derek and instead turned around. I stared at the edge of the cliff. Slowly, I walked back up to it. Below there was nothing but dark water. I looked out over the water where the town had been. It wasn't visible, like the entire area had suddenly become flooded by the ocean and the town had either been swept away or buried deep below by waves. I spun back around and Derek was gone. Before I had time to wonder where he went, I heard that screaming again, and it was louder this time. And it didn't stop like before; more like it was becoming increasingly louder. I covered my ears and closed my eyes. Wake up, I yelled at myself mentally.

Wake up, wake up, please wake up.

And then I did. And I was sitting upright on my mattress with all the sheets kicked off, with my hands over my ears. And I was the one who was screaming.

Scaring myself, I yanked the covers up back around myself and sat there, breathing heavily and scanning the dim room, for what exactly I wasn't even sure. Outside the moon was shining bright, casting a shadow of the window frame stretch across the floor. I swallowed hard, trying to regain and control my breathing. I sat there a moment longer, waiting to see if maybe my yelling had woken anyone else in the house up. I guess that it hadn't because a couple minutes passed and nobody came to my door. I knew everyone else's rooms were either far down the hall or on a different floor, but for some reason it had been loud enough to wake me up but not to permeated the walls.

I slid myself out of the bed and went over to the mirror. My hair was slightly matted to the sides of my face and, flipping my whole head over, I gathered it all into a high bun on top of my head. I leaned down to my dresser drawer and pulled out a pair of black shorts, pulling them on as well as a slightly over-sized v-neck and a camouflage jacket I had bought at a thrift store a while back. I ripped a backpack off of the hook on the wall and dumped all the contents of my actual purse into it, slinging it onto my back for easier method of traveling purposes. I contemplated the door, and then my gaze went to the window. It was a safer bet I wouldn't be noticed. I went to it, turning the lock and sliding up the bottom glass pane. The cool air hit my face first and filled my tired lungs. I slung my legs over and out, and hoped down into the grass below. I knew the boys' motorcycles were out front.

I don't know what time it was. I only know that it took a while of banging on the door of the loft before someone finally answered. I heard footsteps and stopped, taking a step back and holding my arms together. I wanted to sink down into the soil when the door opened and Isaac appeared, standing there in a t-shirt and grey sweatpants. His expression went through all of the reactions I had expected: surprise, then shock, and finally concern.

"Kalel? What're you doing here?"

"I need to talk to Derek." I said, not caring about the lack of sense I was making. "I think something bad is going to happen."

"What are you talking about, are you alright?" He took a step outside and looked me up and down, checking for some kind of physical abrasion I assumed.

"I'm fine." I said, looking down at the ground. "It's just… look, I have something I need to explain to you."

"Uh, alright." He said, standing straighter and looking painfully innocent. "Come inside."

I followed him into the building and up to the main floor with the single window wall over-looking the rest of the buildings. I shuddered, thinking back to the buildings unlit, buried beneath all the water. I looked around, focusing on matching aspects of how I had pictured it to look with how it actually did.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did you know where to find the place?"

Shit.

"The twins told me." I lied. My chest immediately stung.

"Oh." Said Isaac. "So do you want me to get Derek or-"

"I have to tell you something before that." I interrupted, nervous.

"Yeah, sure." He said, taking a seat in a foldable chair and looking to another near it, gesturing that I sit too. I did. That was when I explained to Isaac everything that had been discussed at Deaton's: the dreams, the way I somehow had some sort of insight into the future. And then I told him about the jump dream with the buildings and the water and the scream, and how Derek had been the one appearing in some of the dreams ever since I had turned and how I had no clue why, but how there was something different about the last dream that I had. It had felt too real. Never once had I ever woke up in the middle of the night because of one, let alone woken up like that. It seemed like at least a half an hour had passed before I was done and when I was, Isaac's eyes were still glued to mine. I thought he was going to accuse me of insanity, that is, before he looked down to my hands in my lap. I looked down too. They were encased around each other, shaking.

Hesitantly, he leaned in his chair and I watched all while holding my breath as he placed one of his hands gently on top of mine. It was like someone had shot a lightning bolt up both my arms and into the rest of my body. His eyes looked up to mine.

"What do you think it means?" he asked. I finally allowed myself to breathe. "I don't know." I said. "But it doesn't seem like it's something good that's going to happen. And I want to stop it before it has a chance to happen."

Isaac paused and slowly, lifted his hand off of mine. They had stopped trembling.

"Has this happened before? Like have any other dreams ever," he shook his head slightly and chewed on the inside corner of his lips. "Ever ended badly before?"

I looked up briefly at the thought. "Yeah." I said. "They have."

I hesitated to elaborate and Isaac scanned my face. I looked down at the ground.

"Isaac…" I mumbled. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah." He said, slightly eager. "Go ahead, what is it?"

I swallowed. "Back in cafeteria, today… when you came over because those guys were giving me a hard time… When they said something, about your dad."

Isaac didn't say anything, but I watched his body stiffen and his jaw shift over.

"He died a few months back. Right?"

"Yeah." Isaac said, stoic. "He did."

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't be asking or saying any of this, it's just, I heard about it on the news- I wasn't in town when it happened but…" I shook my head slightly and felt my eyebrows slant down at the sides.

"I saw it happen." I said in a quieter tone, wishing I wasn't at all. "I saw your dad die in my dreams."