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"Stiles is trying to convince me to stay in California with the rest of the pack after graduating," I rolled my eyes as I focused on keeping my hair in check without a rubber band. They wouldn't let me bring in anything, not even my shoelaces "I wouldn't mind a little quiet though, maybe somewhere in Virginia?"

"You would love the weather, and they have a great state mental hospital that isn't so….severe," The gravelly voice across from me rumbles. I can hear the dare in his voice to look at him. Something I have been avoiding in the last few weeks since he was forced into the mountain ash-lined walls. I sighed and bit my lip, not falling for it "Arielle, they aren't going to keep letting you in here. It's too much work. Please. You can help me escape,"

I sighed again letting my head fall back to look at the ceiling, wrinkling my nose at the mold on the walls "They will continue to let me in if they want access to my tears, how many lives have they saved since I started to visit you?"

"You're hurting people with them also," I finally turned to look at him, taking in his appearance. His face was gaunt, hair not perfectly in place, and not even a smirk aimed at me. I watched him for a moment as intently as he watched me, finally, I motioned for him to go on "Some of their experiments are going too far….and your tears are healing the people here before their sadism is noticed,"

I hadn't thought about the consequences, I had only thought about the lives I might help when I made this deal. Along with the chance to see the face that haunted my dreams "I suppose I should stop coming to see you then," I told him, looking away again and getting up to leave.

"No. Arielle, please. You know they are slowly driving me mad. Valaric is pure evil. If I wasn't mad before he is slowly driving me there," He pleaded.

"The doctors said you were moved from his cell," I intoned not turning back to face him. I knew he had his hand pressed against the glass. Reaching for me.

"They did, but they put me in there to punish me sometimes," I shuddered at that, learning about the man with the third eye had given me nightmares.

"Maybe that's what you deserve,"

"You don't believe that Arielle. Please you are the only one who knows that there is good in me,"

"I lost faith in you a while ago,"

"Didn't you make me suffer enough when you used me to kill yourself?"

"No Peter, I haven't," I told him and walked out, motioning for the guards to open doors as I walked through the halls of Eichen house. I sighed shaking the weight of emotions off of me as I walked out of the gates.

"Why do you keep going to see him?" I gave Derek a weak smile, the sight of him leaning on the Camero filling me with ease. I caressed his jaw and leaned in for a kiss, falling into it silently. He finally broke away knowing I wouldn't end it myself and ushered me into the passenger seat. He repeated his question to me.

"We didn't help his situation. I know I'm punishing him for when I thought you were dead. I know that it wasn't technically him to do it. The things he did though were terrible. They were terrible but I can't seem to give up totally,"

Derek sighed next to me taking my hand "This isn't the first time he's betrayed us. He tried to kill Scott, he got damned close,"

"I know. Still, if things get too bad in there, I will get him out," I warned.

"He doesn't deserve your loyalty,"

"He's had enough pain in his life to have crushed most people," I replied "You know that better than anyone," We had been having the same argument all summer. I know he was frustrated with me. But as soon as I had seen Derek alive in front of me, all that destructive power inside me died down. All I wanted was to be near Derek, to watch his chest rise and fall, and to drink him in. He has been reluctant to initiate much. Especially since he would pop into his wolf form on accident at times. He didn't seem to be able to control it yet. This brought us back to the second part of our seemingly everyday argument.

"I'm still leaving for Alaska at the end of the week. The emissary finally reached back out to Deaton, they are willing to retrain me to take control of my wolf form,"

I let my head fall into the headrest with a sigh "Are you sure you have to go?

"Arielle, we've talked about this. Every time we go to bed or I get to…..excited, I shift. I've barely even gotten to touch you the past couple of weeks," That was true, let me tell you the shock of getting to a state of undress just to have your boyfriend transforming and getting zoomies in his wolf form the next second is a real mood killer. My face instantly turned bright red thinking of the almost oopsie with his wolf tongue and areas down south. Thank goodness the crackle of energy had warned me right as he transformed or I would have had to go to therapy. Still might. But how do you explain that kind of situation? I sure as hell wasn't going to be telling my friends.

"You know that does remind me of a question I had,"

"Arielle, no. I don't know what you're going to say but no,"

"If you were to mate with a wolf in your wolf form would you have human babies or pups? Would they have your DNA? Would they transform back and forth?" I mused. He growled in warning "You know, people who write fanfiction would get a kick out of this situation," I told him mildly.

"You might just be the most frustrating woman on this planet," He complained pulling into my driveway and thumping his head against his steering wheel, "I don't even want to think about any of it and it's my body," That made me laugh, the bad feelings draining away.

"Seriously though I don't want you to leave,"

"I have to," He said reaching out to take my hand "And while I'm gone, you can't wait on me," I could feel my heart rate spike, and I know my eyes were glowing, he stopped me before I could interrupt "You know I would love nothing more then you coming with me, but you have to finish high school. We don't know how long this is going to take to control, you're going to need a partner. You know you do. So, don't wait. I plan on stealing you back as soon as I can, so do what you have to do, but your mine," he told me. He pulled me into a kiss, slightly reluctantly on my part.

"I'm so sick of us separating," I told him miserably.

"Just wait at least till you graduate,"

"Do you ever think that we aren't meant to be together?"

He smiled "No,"

"Just no?" I asked.

"No qualifiers. No, I have never thought of us not meant to be together. Told you, your mine. I'm yours. No,"

I smiled and shook my head "Who knew you were a closet romantic this whole time," His lips brushed mine.

"I love you,"

"I love you, too,"

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I plopped down next to Isaac on his bed. He looked over his comic at me. I nodded toward it "Stiles," He explained setting it down. He crossed his arm to look at me "So what did Derek do now?"

I sighed "Wants me to date other people while he's off learning control,"

"Not a bad idea though," he told me "I never want to see you like you were when you thought he died. Actually, I don't want to see you like you were pretty much all of last year," He grumped at me.

"Sorry, I got a little crazy last semester,"

It was his turn to sign "You had enough concussions and near-death experiences to negatively affect anyone," I grinned and hooked his pinky with mine. Our way of reassuring the other and promising we'd come to each other with our concerns. I started to get up before he tugged me back down "How are you feeling about starting senior year?" He questioned.

"Probably the same as you are. Excited to almost be out, dread over whatever will happen to us in the meantime,"

He frowned "You don't think it's going to slow down?"

I laughed "Welcome to Beacon Hills, Isaac,"

"Can you believe that we're starting school tomorrow?" I groaned to Isaac as we moved pavers to the backyard. Our parents had enlisted us early this morning to run to lowes and pick out the perfect ones, I was a little miffed that they had scratched the inside of my CRV but honestly with the luck I had I was surprised no one had wolfed out in it or anything, besides the Nogistune stealing it the one time. When we got back they insisted that our young back could handle moving all of them and they sat back and laughed as we grumbled throughout the chore.

"No, I can't. I'm so ready to be out of high school,"

"Are you sure you don't want to apply to more schools?" I asked setting down my last paver and sticking my tongue out at my mom who came outside with not a drop of sweat on her. She laughed and held out a bottle of lemonade which made us both perk up.

"Actually…." I looked at him surprised, he had been adamant about not going to school "I've decided I want to transfer to a four-year college, after graduating from a community college," I started bouncing up and down and called for my parents. He turned bright red as he was surrounded "I want to become a social worker," he announced to us. We all paused and then cheered surrounding him to hug him.

"That's so perfect for you,"

"I want to specialize in counseling for trauma," I was so happy for him. I know he was scared, and that he had thought he wouldn't be able to do it, but going to France had changed him. It wasn't just that he was a werewolf, but he had seen the world when that had felt so far out of his reach already, and I knew college would come easy to him. My mom and I nodded to each other, we had made a pact not to pressure him. We knew he would go if he thought it meant something to us, but we wanted him to do it for him. Not that he had to go to college to be special, he had been working with a personal trainer as an assistant to come up with workouts, eating recommendations, and a whole slew of things that would net him an easy transition into the job once he had graduated, but this was something he felt emotionally tied too.

He laughed and pulled away, still pink "Alright, alright, Arielle and I still have to go to the Senior Scribe tonight. We're going to have to pause the backyard renovation for now.

"No problem hun," my mom told him brushing a curl out of his eye "Go get cleaned up, you both already did the heavy lifting,"

We grinned and fist-bumped each other and went to wash up. I was excited to see everyone. Kira had been gone in New York all summer, Lydia had an internship in Sacramento (not that we had gotten over the last year), Scott had been working full-time at the vet clinic, and Stiles and Malia were still working on finding her mom. It had been a nice quiet summer for the most part, our family had gone camping a few times, you wouldn't believe how much of a princess Isaac is when it came to the wilderness. Isaac and I had also gone with Derek to Argentina to visit Cora, she absolutely hated that we had come but loosened up when we flew out Boyd after the first week.

That was when we realized the lack of control that Derek had, and where he had come up with the idea of training. Luckily Cora's pack had connections and while it had taken a month to get back to us, they had tracked a pack of pure shifters to Alaska and secured an invite for Derek to come to them.

I thought over the summer, it was great. I hoped against hope that Derek would learn quickly and come back, but I had to respect his wishes. I towel-dried my hair and made my way to Isaac's room. Throwing his laundry that had been mixed up with mine at him. He glared at me and snapped a towel at me. Mid-laugh a pain crossed my chest so sharp I thought my insides were coming out. I made a choked sound as my panicked eyes met Isaac's. I could see him mouth "What's wrong" but there was whistling in my ears.

Finally, everything evened out and I was able to whisper "Something's wrong,"