"Use more force when you swing," Allison tells me as I stare at the dagger in my hand, terrified that I was going to accidentally stab her. She had promised me that she would teach me how to fight, so here we were, standing in the living room of her apartment practicing. Her father was out, so it was just us two.

I lick my lips slowly. "More force? What does that have to do with anything."

"The faster and harder you swing, the better your aim will be," she says as she takes a step back, waiting for me to swing again. "You'd be surprised; I learned that trick a year ago."

"Allison, I really don't like that you're having me throw a dagger at you," I state truthfully. I mean, what if I were to really miss and she wasn't ready? I didn't feel like making a trip to the hospital tonight.

She holds her hands up, ready for me to try again. "You won't hurt me, trust me. I know what I'm doing. Just give it your best try."

I sigh, readying my position just like how Allison had shown me earlier. All of my weight shifts back onto my left foot as I tighten my grip around the dagger. A lump forms in my throat as I swallow it back down, ready to attempt this for the millionth time it felt like.

I grunt as I throw my arm at Allison, watching her cat eyes stare at my arm as if I was going in slow-mo. The dagger barely misses her as she steps to the side, grabbing my arm and twisting it around to where my arm was bent behind my back. Her breath trickles on the back of my now sweaty neck as she pulls the dagger out of my hand and puts it against my throat, acting as if she had just killed me.

"You've got to be faster," she states as she lets my arm go.

I sigh as I turn back around, rubbing my arm where she had bent it. "Well, not everyone is as good as a defender as you either."

"No, but who you'll most likely be fighting will have supernatural powers on their side," Allison states, proving a point. No way in hell could I fight a werewolf. I could barely kill a spider.

My blue water bottle catches the corner of my eye as I snatch it from the table and sit down on the couch, taking a swig. Doing all of this really made me thirsty. "Break time."

"What if we tried something other than up close combat?" Allison suggests, placing her hand on her hip. I couldn't help but look at her legs in the short shorts that she was wearing as she stood there, waiting for me to give my thoughts on what she just mentioned.

"Like archery?" I say, taking another drink of water.

"If you want," she nods. "Or, I could give you a gun."

I laugh nervously. "Let's try a bow first. I don't think I can be trusted with a gun."

"Oh come on, they're not that bad," she smirks. "I think you'd look pretty good with a gun."

I stand back up, placing my water bottle back onto the table. "Yeah, I'd look pretty good with a hole in my head."

She frowns as I walk over to her, staring down at her as she raised her eyebrow at me. She had a look on her face that told me that she didn't like my comment, but I looked past that. I always loved taking in every single one of her facial features every chance I had. She really should be in a museum looking like she does.

"Thank you for doing this," I smile faintly at her. "I need to learn how to not rely on you and how to save my own ass."

Allison smiles then, resting her head on my chest as she closed her eyes for a moment. "Do you ever wonder what would have happened if you wouldn't have wrecked that night on the bridge?"

I was taken back by her question, but I already had my answer. "I wonder that all of the time."

"My life sure would be a whole hell of a lot different," Allison says, her tone sounding tired. Hearing her talk like that made me tired too.

"We probably would have still met," I say, running my fingers through her hair like I always loved to do. "I mean, Jade would have still been drug into the alpha pack one way or another. Plus, there's always fate."

"I used to think that fate wasn't real," Allison says, not bothering to finish. I knew what she was talking about anyways. She lifts her head off of my chest then, her doe eyes looking into mine. "Can you please stay tonight?"

I wanted to desperately, but there was always her father that could catch me, if he didn't know I stayed over here sometimes already. Then now there was Stiles who couldn't ever sleep, and I hated being gone with him being like that. I didn't want to not be there for him.

But something in Allison's eyes told me to stay, so I nodded my head back to her. I hated the idea of not being home for Stiles, but I knew that he would have told me to stay with Allison and that he was fine. Plus, it's been awhile since I've stayed with her.

She smiles up at me before a yawn finds it's way onto her face, only causing me to yawn back in reply. It wasn't until then I looked over at the clock sitting on the table that it was almost 10:30, and I couldn't be more tired. Training plus the long day at school we had really took a toll on me.

As soon as Allison stopped yawning, I swept her off of her feet as I carried her in my arms bridal style to her room. She squealed at me at first before laughing, looking at me lazily. "I can walk, Corey."

"I know, but I figured you were tired enough as it was," I smile at her before stepping into her room, throwing her onto the bed as I followed her. She giggled as she rolled over onto her back, shaking her head at me as I smiled back in return.

It was then that everything started to change around me, which was the first time that that's really happened in awhile. It wasn't like yesterday when I thought that I was driving over the bridge, but it was like how it used to be; a simple glimpse into the past. I didn't want to leave that moment with Allison, but at least it wasn't like yesterday at least.

In a few seconds, I was standing in Allison's old room as I stared at two figures in her bed, which happened to be Allison and I. I smiled at the memory, remembering it very clearly. It was the moment that things for us really started to happen, so how could I forget it?

I had still been dead. It was the first time Allison asked me to stay with her in her room, in her bed. I took a step closer as I stared at Allison asleep on her side next to me as I had my arm around her, spooning her just like how she had asked me to do then.

Seeing the two of us there was a little weird, but it made me happy. I mean, seeing myself and her that happy is what really made me happy. It was like watching your favorite couple on TV and feeling that pride and giddiness when you saw them together, only it was myself and the person I loved the most in this world.

I wondered why my brain brought me back to this memory, but I wasn't complaining at all. My eyes skim over Allison's closed eyelids as I stare at myself, remembering what it was like to not sleep. It was like you were forever stuck, which I mean, I was.

"Allison?" I hear myself say, not remembering this part of the memory. I watch myself as I sit up in the bed, moving my arm from around Allison's side as I tried to shake her awake. "Allison?"

Why had I wanted to wake her up? I take a step closer as I watch closely, trying to figure out what I had been doing. It wasn't until I watched myself roll Allison over onto her back that I realized this never did happen; this was a nightmare.

When I had rolled Allison over, a blotch of red seeped through the front of her shirt as it stained her white sheets and her light pink tank top. I take a step back as I watch myself scream and hold my hands over her abdomen, trying to stop the bleeding. This wasn't real, but why did it feel so real?

"Allison!" I hear myself scream, ready to wake up from this. "No, no! Allison!"

My bloody hands go from her abdomen to her back as I lift her up off of the bed, carrying her out of the room and down the hall. I have no other choice than to follow them as I watch with sad eyes, imagining if this ever did happen.

"Help!" I hear my voice shout throughout the house, hoping to wake her parents or someone. But no one came.

I couldn't help but watch as I desperately tried to save Allison, but she died in my arms.

I gasp as my eyes flash open, causing me to sit up as I looked around me. It wasn't until I looked down and saw Allison asleep next to me and her alarm clock that said 2:23 A.M. that I realized that I had been asleep that whole time. I couldn't remember even going to sleep.

But as I looked down at Allison beside me, I imagined if that had actually happened, or if it would happen.

I shoved the thought out of my head.

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Were-coyotes.

Out of every supernatural creature I've heard about, never in my life did I expect a were-coyote.

Apparently way back when, John had a case that he was on that involved a family car wreck. Only two of the bodies had been found when there were three people in the vehicle. It wasn't until last night when Scott and Stiles went looking through the woods and found a coyote, which had glowing blue eyes. They said that her name was Malia, but who knows if there was actually a girl behind a coyote's skull.

Of course we had to do something about it. I didn't even hear about the damn thing until after Kira was attacked by it. She was only trying to take Scott and Stiles' backpacks to them when the thing chased her into the locker room. I guess it was a good thing that Scott was nearby. She was okay, but it left us no choice than to do something about it as soon as possible.

Which was why I was standing in the vet clinic with Scott, Stiles, and Isaac. I had been with Stiles when he told me he was coming over here, so I just came with him. We were coming up with out game plan on how we were going to handle this, and I wanted to be in on it.

"Horse tranquilizer," Deaton says as he walks out, setting three vials and a needle onto the table. "For a were-coyote, it should work in a couple of seconds. I only have three, so whoever is shooting needs to be a damn good shot."

"Allison can do it," I say, knowing for a fact that she could. Ever since last year when she went under the ice water to save me, she's been a little shaky, but I knew she could pull this off. "She's a perfect shot."

"Used to be," Isaac says, crossing his arms. I quickly glare at him, not really appreciating his negativity. I knew that he still had a few hard-feelings from when she stabbed him with ring daggers, but that didn't excuse what he said.

Stiles speaks for me. "Why are you even here? What's the point of him, besides from the persistent negativity and the scarf. What's up with the scarf anyways? It's 65 degrees outside."

"Look, maybe I'm asking the question no one else wants to face, alright? How do we turn a coyote back into a girl who hasn't been a girl for more than eight years?" Isaac says, proving a good point. I didn't even have an answer for that one.

The room is silent for a moment before Scott looks up. "I can do it."

"What?" I say, furrowing my eyebrows. "How?"

Scott looks at me. "Back when Peter trapped us inside the school, he used his voice to make me turn. I could do the same thing with Malia."

"This is a were-coyote, Scott," Deaton says then. "Who knows if you can even find someone that could teach you."

"That's why you called Derek first," Stiles says, thinking out loud.

Scott nods. "I could try it on my own, but right now I'm too scared to even shift."

"We need a real alpha," Stiles says, causing Scott to look up quickly. I knew that Stiles didn't mean it like that, but that's what it sounded like. "You know what I mean, an alpha that can do alpha things."

"Is there anyone else besides Derek that could help?" Deaton asks, resting his hands onto the table in front of us.

"I wouldn't trust Peter," Isaac says quickly.

Stiles looks up. "What about the twins?"

"They're not alphas anymore," Deaton says, shaking his head. "Jennifer stole that part of them."

"What are we supposed to do then?" Isaac says, sounding stressed and I didn't blame him. "Who else could we talk to?"

It took me a moment to really think about it, but then I realized that there was someone else that could help. Someone that I wasn't positive we could trust, but it was worth a shot.

"Jade."

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JADE MY CHILD, IM SO PUMPED

So yeah, Malia and Jade are gonna be BFF's I'm just saying that now

I really wanna write the next chapter so that might come sooner than planned ayeee