"Kalel, DON'T." Aiden's words were blunt and sharp but they appeared muffled in my mind. "Just- Stop, alright? Don't go in there."

"Why?" I hadn't meant for my voice to crack the way it did. I looked him dead in the eyes and I swear if looks could kill. "So I can continue to be manipulated to work for something I don't believe in? So I can be used for somebody else's lie? What do you expect me to do, just keep living with a pack of strangers?" The last words in my sentence cut deep. I could tell by the way Aiden's expression wavered. I couldn't help it, the anger inside of me rushed again and I looked him up and down and then between the two twins as they stood there in front of me, willing me not to walk into Deucalion's office.

I shook my head and with a questioning expression that showed the same hurt as Aiden's, I said, "Do I even know either of you?"

Aiden gritted his jaw. "Kalel," Ethan said. "It's not like that, okay? We were just doing what we were-"

"What you were told, I know." I let myself finally breathe in. "But I'm tired of lying to other people."

Surprisingly, I was able to walk between the two of them without getting an arm grabbed or having a body twice my size step out and block my path.

"Kalel." I stopped when I heard my name again.

"If you go in there and confront him, he's going to kill you." It was Aiden this time.

I didn't say anything. I didn't even turn around.

"Don't want me to lie to you anymore? Well if you go in there that's what's going to happen. And don't pull the whole 'who even are you' card. It's not like either of us don't give a shit about you because if I didn't I'd tell you to go ahead and walk right in there. At the end of the day you're still a member of this pack. Just- Don't walk in there. We care about you."

My eyes stung. The only people who I thought had my back ever since the accident had only been going along with Deucalion's plans this entire time. They just wanted whatever he did, which was for me to 'get in good' with the other side so that he could use what I saw in my dreams against them. He wasn't helping me by turning me, he was turning me into his perfect little instrument. I was fighting for the wrong side this whole time, blinded by the idea that what I was doing was for some 'greater good.' Well it wasn't; it was for Deucalion and his sick kick to gain more power and create the perfect little pack.

My hands balled into fists at my sides and then I let them go.

"Sometimes caring isn't enough." I said monotone, before I kept walking forward and further down the hallway.

"What did you just say?" I asked. Isaac shifted, unintentionally a bit closer to me on the bed.

"Which part?" he asked. "Derek wanting power, or Deucalion and-"

"That." I said, swallowing hard. "That last part." I paused a minute to think about how I wanted to go about doing this. My heart fluttered for the wrong reasons.

"Who's Deucalion?"

Isaac seemed like he was chewing on his thoughts. My heart raced and I swear you could hear it.

He laughed in a voice and so nonchalantly said, "I guess you could say he's the guy out to get us all."

The door was open but Deucalion wasn't in his office. I didn't give myself time to consider why I thought he would be gone and would have left the door unlocked before I turned around and saw him standing in the doorway, essentially blocking my way out.

"Kalel." He said in a voice fake with cheer. "It sounds as though we have some things to discuss."

"He mainly just wants Scott and Derek, for his pack. But he refers to himself as 'the demon wolf' which trust me, is fully as intimidating as it sounds. He doesn't care who stands in his way of getting what he wants and even though his sight is gone, I swear it's like he can always see ten moves in front of us. He's made a pass at us all in some way I think, not to mention he kidnapped Scott's mom and nearly had Deaton's sister killed on the spot. I haven't heard mention of him in a while, but Derek seems to think that's exactly what he wants. He thinks Deucalion's planning something, and that's why he hasn't made an appearance lately. And to be honest, I think that's why everyone was so hesitant when you first showed up; they're just taking caution in everything. Like I said, Deucalion and his pack, Kali and the twins, they don't care about hurting people and whatever else it takes. It's all about power and they'll manipulate and use whatever they want to get it."

"Tell me the truth." My body was shaking, hands balled into fists. "Tell me the real truth. Tell me you're using me to get to the others. Tell me you only took me in so I could be your insider and pick them apart so you had the upper hand."

Deucalion only smiled.

"You used me." I said in a breath.

"It isn't like you would have done anything with it on your own." He threw back.

"Did you know this is what would happen when you turned me? You knew what you were turning me into."

He stood straighter in the doorway and it seemed like all the shadows in the room grew stories taller. "You had nobody else, you chose to be what you are."

"But you knew." I cried. "You knew I'd have this ability and you only turned me so you could use it. Deaton told me only someone who had nothing worth living for in the real world would gain something like it and that's why-"

"You think I knew?" Deucalion interrupted. I could tell his anger was building like a fire caught on dry grass. "I didn't just know, I made you. You didn't have nothing, you were nothing, and I created you."

"What are you talking about." I stood my ground as he took steps closer to me.

"You think the crash, your parents, was an accident?"

Every fiber in my body froze.

"You think that truck just didn't see the car at all? There's a reason they never found the body of the driver but that's not something you let yourself wonder about. It's painful enough thinking back to that day, isn't it? You're not the only one with insight into the future, Kalel. Killing off your parents guaranteed that you would have nothing to stand for, only leaving you to wallow in your human emptiness. After that you were a perfect fit for the job description."

"You didn't." I was shaking my head. "You had no way of knowing whether or not I would survive the crash- I could have died then."

Deucalion raised his head up towards the ceiling. "Well now that was risk that I was willing to take."

Half of me wanted to lunge at him, rip his throat out of his neck. The other part wanted to fall to pieces on the floor. How could I have been so stupid? I was doing the dirty work for the man who killed my parents.

"Besides, you didn't die, did you? So it would seem as though everything has worked out."

"No." was all I could get out at first. "You- You can't do this."

"But I already have." He said like he had anticipated all this, expected that I would discover the truth and he had his lines all memorized for when it happened. "You've already told me about your dreams, what you saw, about Derek-"

"I'm not your fucking puppet!" I yelled interrupting him. I couldn't take hearing anymore of this; I didn't care if I thought Aiden was right. He could just kill me where I stood. I watched Deucalion's chin tilt down, his jaw tightening.

"Your disobedience is verging on leading me to believe that you could possibly be just as pathetic and foolish as you were as a human."

"You don't get to decide what happens to me anymore." I growled. "I'm done. With all of this."

"You are not done until I say you are!" He raged. "If I tell you to spy on a group of teenagers, you obey me and do as you're told! If I tell you to kill two million innocent people, you DO it. If I tell you to jump,"

By this point the anger in his tone should have had me shaking on the floor.

"You say, how high."

Jump.

Jump.

Don't jump.

I guess that was when it hit me. The dream. Derek, the cliff, jumping, the water, the entire town suffocating below. It was all a metaphor. Of course it was.

I was never going to jump off of anything. Me following the direction of Deucalion- that was my fall. He was leading me off of this metaphysical cliff, into danger without me realizing any of it was happening. I was blind and in the dark this whole time, just like the lights and stars in the sky had been every night in that dream. By listening to him and doing whatever he said I was practically playing his puppet; If I tell you to jump you say how high.

And the water? If I jumped, I drowned. Deucalion's plan was to take control over all of Beacon Hills, become top dog, and here I was, just another pawn in his game. The screaming I heard below off the edge of the cliff? That screaming was me. How did I not see it before- after all, I was the one who woke up screaming in my own bed. There isn't a very lot of room between reality and dreaming when you're talking about my life.

And then of course there was the part where Derek had showed up. Derek was the 'other side;' Derek was willing me to keep away from the edge, warning me that what I was doing was dangerous. In the end, that had saved me and although I had technically jumped in the previous dream, you can't forget that these are still my dreams. I still have some control over what happens and I had chosen to wake up seconds before hitting the water and I was choosing now to be done jumping.

But at the end of what I saw, there was one other crucial part; one that made my stomach lurch. In the dream, Derek had pulled me back up, basically saving me. But he had been the one who fell crashing into the water below. He had saved me from my own mess I had created with Deucalion and now he was the one personally drowning in it.

That dream wasn't foreshadowing the life of somebody else. It was a forewarning of my own.

When I left Derek and Isaac's place in a hurry, I didn't give much of an explanation. I pretty much bee-lined it back to the house. I was never a confrontational person, and especially never one when I knew I was getting myself involved with a demon wolf. But this was different. Every second I spent on Deucalion's side was a second I was not only deceiving myself, but Scott and Stiles and Isaac and Allison and Lydia and everyone else who had shown me kindness and acceptance. Everyone who had trusted me against their better judgment.

I remember Isaac was yelling my name from inside and coming down the stairs after me, when I was already throwing the door open. I was so determined to get back that I didn't see Scott coming inside before I had walked right into him. Stiles was there too, but I just ducked my head and threw out an, "I'm sorry" before making my way around them, knowing that maybe they'd never know the true extent of just how sorry I was.

"Um, it's alright." Scott said, confused as I hurried away. "Kalel?"

"Hey, what's wrong?" Stiles asked after me. I ignored them both and got in the car, already on the road before Isaac had joined the two on the steps, all three staring at me as I drove off.

"What's going on?" Scott asked Isaac as the car drove off. His mouth slightly open and shaking his head, he ran a hand through his hair and honestly said, "I don't know. We were just talking and then- She just got up and said she had to leave."

"Well what'd you say? Did you insult her outfit or something?" Stiles said.

"No, I- I don't even know what I said wrong."

"Well what were you talking about?" Scott pressed on, eager.

Isaac blinked a few times. "I don't know, she told me about how her parents- They got into a car accident- and we were talking about Derek and her pack and then-"

The boy stopped.

"What?" Scott asked. "Isaac, what'd you say?"

"Deucalion." Isaac said panicked. "Scott, we were talking about Deucalion."