Kelsey's POV

It's been two days since the night Matt died. And I haven't cried once. I guess it seems bad that I haven't cried, but I think apart of me is relieved. I know that sounds wrong, but it's true. I've had a lot of stress lately with all the murders going on, and now that Matt has gone, the murders will stop.

Yes, Matt and I had a couple of moments, but they were meaningless. He was a friend, but I didn't really know him all that well. But I will remember him as a good person, as he promised me to, because I'm probably the only who will.

And I still can't figure out how I woke up in my bed that night. Did I sleepwalk back to my bed? Or did someone carry me? Maybe it was the silhouette of the guy I saw in the bridge just before I blacked out.

But who was it?

Why didn't they help save Matt?

It's not just me who's been feeling a lot of stress lately, it's Scott too. After mom saw Scott in his werewolf form, she hasn't spoken to him at all, she can't even look at him or be in the same room.

It's like mom's scared of her own son. I tried to tell mom that Scott is still the same boy she raised, but she just broke down in tears and locked herself in the bathroom until Scott and I left for school.

Allison has changed a lot lately, her attitude towards Scott and everyone else has gone down hill, it's like she doesn't trust anyone. she's gone from being sweet and innocent, to rude and threatening. But I guess part of that reason is the death of her mother, which is understandable.

But why take it out on everyone else? It's not like her.

Anyway, no much happened at school, I just quietly sat down got on with my work. Although, it was kind of hard when everyone inside and out the classes were talking about Matt.

I heard some rumor that Matt and Kate were 'murder buddies', which obviously wasn't true. But still, it wasn't very nice.

Oh, and I was told I had to go the school counseling sessions because of the night in the station, but also for anything else I needed to get out of me. And it actually helped a ton, which surprised me; I never knew I was holding in so much.Ms. Morell was really understanding with everything I told her. I didn't even know she was qualified to do counseling sessions, but she is. Not only is she good at teaching French, but she's also good at giving advice.

Last night I was round Lydia's for dinner, which was really nice because we haven't had any time quality together.

And it was nice to see Mrs. Martin. They asked if I wanted to stay round but I declined. I would've said yes, but Scott would've been at home alone with mom and he'd have no one to talk to.

But the strange thing was, that when I got home, mom was talking to Scott a little. Turns out just before I got home, Gerard was there. Not only Gerard, but the kanima.

Yeah, now that Matt's dead, Gerard is the kanimas new master. Which is definitely not good at all. Gerard is a psychopath and will kill all werewolves in Beacon Hills, even if they're innocent, because he doesn't give two shits about anyone but his wrinkly old self.

Tonight is a big game for our lacrosse team, we're in the state championship, and Coach has been training the players hard for this.

The players start running onto the field and that's when I start making my way up to the bleachers. "Hey sweetie, you okay?" Mom asks as she sits beside me.

"Yeah, I'm fine. How are you?"

"Uh, just still taking in the fact that my son is a werewolf, and this town is filled supernatural creatures. But other than that, I'm good." It must be hard for mom to get her head round this all. I'm starting to re-think my choice of wanting to be a werewolf. I mean I still want the bite, but mom probably won't like the idea of having two werewolves as children.

Finally, the game starts and it looks like little Stilinski is playing on the field for once, although I have no idea why, because Coach thinks he sucks. But I'm happy for him, it's his first game playing. I hope he doesn't mess up.

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The game feels like it's dragging, probably because Scott has been benched and he's not out there playing. Apparently because Scott's failing three classes, but it's probably because Gerard has some sort of plan.

"Isn't that the boy you like?" My mom asked as she tapped on my leg. Boy? What boy? Looking at my mom confused, she decided to point out.

But seeing as I'm blind as a bat when it comes to finding people, "Next to Scott on the bench." My tells me. And that's when I notice the number 14 lacrosse jersey. Isaac's here?

Isaac glances at me in between talking to Scott about something. Probably because we haven't seen each other since the night we tried to capture the kanima and it's master, who turned out to be Matt.

Well, I did send Isaac a picture of me in my dress before Lydia's party, but it was a full moon that night, so I'm guessing he was to busy trying to control himself.

I feel like I haven't seen Erica and Boyd for awhile, so I might visit them tomorrow. Maybe we could all go out for a meal or something, Isaac and Derek could come too. That's if they're not busy.

After a few seconds, Isaac was on the field taking out our own players. What the hell? Wait, maybe that's what he and Scotty were talking about. Having no players left to fill in the injured players of our team, Coach puts Scott out.

Then suddenly, Isaac drops to the floor. And that's when I see Jackson. He paralysed Isaac. Did Gerard do that just because Isaac helped put Scott on the field. The medic team carried Isaac on a stretcher and took him to gods knows where, my guess is the locker room.

"Kelsey." I hear a familiar voice that belongs to a strawberry blonde girl. "Hey Lydia." I smile as she sits the other side to me. I was about to ask how Lydia was but was cut off. "Oh my god, he's got the ball." Lydia sounded surprised. Looking back at the game, I see Stiles has the ball.

Oh god, he has the ball. "Why his he just standing there." Crap, he's probably nervous he won't shoot. He can't be nervous right now, there's a bunch of players running towards him, if he doesn't move he's gonna get crushed.

"Stiles, shoot the ball!" Lydia and I shouted. For gods sake, there's like three seconds on the clock. Then the next thing you know, everyone's cheering. Holy crap, we won! Stiles scored!

I'm surprised nothing bad happened, I was so sure Gerard was up to something, but I guess not. Just as the mood was all happy and filled with joy, the giant spotlights, lighting up the field turned off one by one before it went pitch black.

The cheers then turned to screams and everyone was panicking. What the hell is happening? Oh god, this is what Gerard was planning.

"Scott...where's Scott." Mom worriedly asked. Oh god, Scott. Taking mom's hand, we rushed down to the field and carefully as we could in pure darkness.

"Scott!" Mom and I screamed a few times. God I hope Scotty's okay. "I'm here, I'm fine." Scott's voice told us as he hugged mom and I. "Somebody's hurt." I tell Scott before he pushed past a load of people which is when the lights came back on again.

"Move!" I shout as myself and mom push past to the front. Oh my god, it's Jackson and he's not moving. I don't understand, why would Jackson be the one to get hurt, I thought Gerard was using him as a weapon.

"Jackson? What's happening? Jackson?" Lydia's voice screamed as she pushed passed, joining us at the front where she saw Jackson laying motionless on the grass. "Can we get a medic over here!" Coach shouted.

Mom bent down to Jackson, pressing her head against his chest. "He's not breathing." Mom said before pulling up his shirt, revealing deep claw marks.

"Oh my god, there's blood!" Lydia panicked. Scott looked confused, and so did everyone else. Then out of nowhere, Isaac appeared. "Look." Isaac pointed at Jackson's hands, which were covered in blood. His own blood. Jackson killed himself. Why would Gerard make Jackson kill himself? It doesn't make sense.

"I think he's dead." I tell them, as a small tear ran down my face. Jackson's dead, he's dead. Another person I'm friends with is dead.

I can't believe he's actually dead. I know we weren't close, but I still liked having him around even though he did annoy me most of the time.

I felt someone push passed me, which is when I see Mr. Stilinski. He's looking around as of he's lost someone. Panicking, Mr. Stilinski starts shouting, "Where's my son! Where's Stiles!" Oh my god, Stiles.

If he's not here then where could he -oh no. Gerard. He wouldn't kill Stiles would he? Stiles hasn't done anything wrong, he's innocent.

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Chapter 20, boom! I only have a few chapters left of this book and then I can start on season 3a. Which I'm really excited for, because I already have so many ideas.

Anyway, not much happen in this chapter which I apologize for. But anyway, tell me what y'all think :3

Some of you may or may not have noticed that I published a new book yesterday, called 'Forgiveness', (it's only the prologue so far) but if you're fan of TMR, then you should check it out if you're interested.

I'm looking really excited to writing it, but like I said with the other books that I haven't completed, I'll be concentrating on this book and the sequels to come, first before any other.

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