Kelsey's POV

"I got to meet with the medical examiner and try to figure out what happened with Jackson." Sheriff told us. I know all Sheriff wants to do is find his son, but he can't, and that pains him.

Myself, Scott, Isaac and Sheriff Stilinski are currently in the boys locker rooms, and boy do I wish we weren't; it reeks of sweat and mud. "I've got an APB out on Stiles. His jeep is still in the parking lot, so that means -the hell, I don't know what that means." I swear to god, if Gerard even touches my brother, I will chop his wrinkly body into tiny chunks of cubes and feed him to the neighbours cat.

I'm not kidding, I will do it. It's not like anyone will miss him when he's gone anyway, and his old which is good because I can move faster than him of he tries to escape.

"Um -look, if he answers his phone, if he answers his emails, if either one of you see him-" Sheriff was about to say but was cut off.

"We'll call you." Isaac smiled weakly.

"Look, he's probably just freaked out from all the attention or something. We'll find him." Scott told the Sheriff.

"Yeah. I'll see you, okay?" Mr. Stilinski said before walking out the door. I feel really bad, even though it's not my fault, I kinda feel it is. I feel helpless and weak that I can't do anything to save Stiles.

It's not like I can use my intelligence to blow someone up in confusion, although, that would be pretty cool.

There must be this thing where you can take over your mind and use it to do mind tricks on people. Maybe I could learn how to light candle with only my mind and hands...wait, am I thinking of he Vampire Diaries again, god dammit.

Oh, if only I was Bonnie Bennett.

"McCall." I hear Coaches voice shout. "We need you on the team, okay? You know I can't put you on the field next season if you don't get your grades up."

I Scott keeps failing his classes, he's gonna have to find a tutor, I that definitely won't be me. Hell no. I've got better things to do with my life, like having a werewolf tea-party. "Yeah, I know, coach."

"Alright. I mean, I-I know I yell a lot, but it's not like I hate you guys. Well, I kind of hate Greenberg, but, you know, that's different. It's Greenberg. I'm just saying we -I need you on the team." Wow, Coach isn't all that annoy as I thought he was, he actually has a heart. "Get your grades back up."

"He will." I smile before Coach left the room. I think we should lock the door or something, so no one else barges in. Looking around the lockers, I check to see of everyone had gone.

"Is that everyone?" Scott asked.

"I think so." I replied.

"You're gonna find him by scent?" Isaac asked my bother, as he rummaged through Stiles' belongings. "Yeah, we both are." Scott said, giving Isaac one of Stiles's shoes. "But how come you get his shirt and I get a shoe?"

"Because Stiles's feet stink, and Scott is around them everyday so..." I laugh but was cut off when I heard footsteps come closer.

"Fine." Isaac sighed.

"We need to talk." Derek spoke as he stood by the lockers, then another guy stood next to him -no, no, no, it can't be- "All of us." Peter Hale smirked. What the hell is Peter Hale doing here? He's dead.

This can't be real, I'm hallucinating again.

Wake up, wake up!

Oh my god, why do I keep seeing Peter all the time. Is he a ghost that's haunting me or something. "Holy sh-" Scott let out. No, no, no. This can't be real. Peter was set on fire and got his throat slashed open, he can't be alive. Am I seeing things? I grab Isaac's hand so I'll feel safer.

"What the hell is this?"

"You know, I thought the same thing when I saw you talking to Gerard at the sheriff's station." What? Why the hell was Scott taking to that old hag.

"Okay, hold on. He -he threatened to kill Kelsey and my mom. And I had to get close to him. What was I supposed to do?" Gerard was gonna kill me? Bitch please, I could take him down any day.

"I'm gonna go with Scott on this one. Have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous. And look at Kelsey, she's beautiful." Peter said. Oh my god, this is real. Did Peter really just say I'm beautiful.

I don't know whether to be flattered or creeped out...definitely creeped out, it's Peter Hale for gods sake. How the hell is he alive anyway? I watched him die!

"Shut up." Scott and Derek said at the same time, and Peter rolled his eyes in response. "Who is he?" Isaac asked confused.

"That's Peter, Derek's Uncle. Little while back, he tried to kill us all, and then we set him on fire, and Derek slashed his throat." Scott told Isaac as he faced Peter.

"Hi." Peter said as he held up his hand before putting it back down. "That's good to know." No, it isn't. Peter should've stayed dead. "How -how is he alive?" I ask nervously, tightening my grip on Isaac's hand.

"You should be glad, I was the one who carried you home the other night. If it wasn't for me, you'd probably would've froze to death." Peter said. What! It was Peter on the bridge! Why would he do that? Why didn't he save Matt. That selfish son of a-

Derek cut me off from my thoughts. "Look, the short version is he knows how to stop Jackson. And maybe how to save him."

Why the hell would Peter want to save someone, he doesn't care about anyone but himself. Well it doesn't matter, Jackson's dead, so it's too late anyway.

"Well, that's very helpful except Jackson's dead." Isaac told them.

"What?"

"Yeah, Jackson's dead. It just happened on the field." I said, trying to ignore the fact that Peter is in my sight. "Okay, why is no one taking this as good news?" Isaac asked.

"Because if Jackson is dead, it didn't just happen. Gerard wanted it to happen." Peter sighed. Well that's just great, what else is the wrinkly old git up to.

"But why?" Derek asked.

"Well, that's exactly what we need to figure out. And something tells me the window of opportunity is closing. Quickly."

***

"I told you, I looked everywhere." Derek told his uncle. We were all in one of the rooms in the Hale House searching for some sort of book or something with information.

"You didn't look here." Peter said as he lent down, pulling something out the stairs. What is that?

"What is that, a book?" Derek asked as Peter opened the box.

"No. It's a laptop. What century are you living in?" Even though I hate the guy, I've got to admit, that was pretty funny. "A few days after I got out of the coma, I transferred everything that we had. Fortunately, the Argents aren't the only ones that keep records." Peter continued before Scott left the room because his phone started ringing.

"Hey, are you okay?" Isaac asked me quietly as he pulled me to the side.

"I don't know, I'm just in shock." It's true, I still don't know how to take the whole Peter Hale being alive thing. I mean, what if he goes on a killing spree again? What if he kills me.

Isaac scratches the back of his neck. "I know it's not the best time, but I need to tell you something."

"Okay...what's up?"

"I uh...I'm your secret admirer, and I know it was a bit creepy but I'm not really good with the whole telling someone I like them -oh god, I just told you I liked you, shit." Isaac let out.

Wait, what?

Man, I completely forgot about that. Isaac's my secret admirer, he bought the motorbike and wrote the notes. He did that all because he didn't know how to tell me that he liked me.

Oh my god, Isaac likes me.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that. God, I've made things awkward." Isaac fricken likes me. Do I like him? Yes, I guess I do. I mean he's defiantly got the looks, he's nice and caring, a little cocky at times and a bit annoying, but I think I actually do like him. "Isaac, it's fine."

Isaac looks down. "No, it's not, you hate me." He's so adorable.

"I like you too." I smile, causing Isaac's head to snap up. "Wait? What?" Isaac asks. Not bothering to reply, I decide to kiss him instead, which took Isaac by surprise at first, but he then went along with it.

"Excuse me, you two hormonal teenagers should take that outside, no kissing allowed." Peter coughed. Are you kidding me? He comes back from the dead and that's what he has to say.

What is wrong with this guy. "So..." I say as reluctantly moving my lips away form Isaac's. "So...will you uh-"

"Yes, I'll be your girlfriend." I smile before lightly pecking Isaac on the lips.

"I said no-" Derek cut Peter off. "Leave them alone." Oh I love Derek, he's like a second brother.

A few seconds later, Scott came back in the room saying mom wanted us to see something at the hospital, it's about Jackson, apparently there's something wrong. Oh god, Jackson hasn't shed a skin like a snake has he?

***

Thankfully, we left the Hale House and Peter in it, which I kinda feel sorry for Derek being there, but he'll get over it.

Anyway, we arrived at the hospital morgue where mom showed the three of us Jackson's lifeless body, which was covered in some sort of shinny transparent goo casing made from the venom coming out of his claws.

Well, now I kinda wish he did shed his reptilian skin. "What's happening to him?" Scott asked mom. "I thought that you were gonna tell me. Is it bad?"

"It doesn't look good, mom." I tell her. "Whoa." Isaac said as he backed away from Jackson's body which started moving. Holy shit!

"Whoa. Um, mom, could you zip it up, please?" I beg. "Okay. Okay, okay. Okay, here we go." Mom says, trying to zip the body bag up.

"Mom, zip." Scott calmly tells mom as the zip gets a bit stuck just under Jackson's chin. "Okay, okay, okay, okay." Oh god, what if Jackson will turn into a zombie or something. Hell no.

Just as my puts more force on the zip, Jackson's jerks again, and his mouth opens, revealing rows of blackish sharp teeth.

Oh god, not good. "Zip! Zip, mom, zip! Zip!" Scott tells. Taking moms hand away, I decide to try and zip up the bag myself.

Thank god it's shut, I thought Jackson was going to open his eyes and bite my flesh off."I almost had a heart attack." Mom laughed.

"Same here, I thought Jackson we be the start of a zombie apocalypse." I laugh back but no one seems to find it funny, except for my new boyfriend (wow that sounds weird to say, but I like it) who seems to be smiling a bit.

Wait. This just randomly came into my head, but if I have sex with Isaac and I get pregnant...will my child be a werewolf? Oh my god, that would be so cool -and slightly weird, but really cool.

I always kind of imagine a baby werewolf looking like a wookiee. Ha, then I can name my child Chewbacca.

Oh dear, what am I saying...I blame Stiles for getting me into Star Wars.

I'll have to watch the marathon again with him some time, or maybe I could get him into Harry Potter. I'm glad Stiles is okay now, apparently Sheriff messaged Scotty that he came home, which is good.

Scott was out the room, talking to Derek on the phone, telling him what has happened and asking what he should do. Mom went out the room for some air, while Isaac and I are nervously watching the black body bag right in front of us.

"I never asked how the full moon was the other night? Did you control it?" I ask, breaking the silence. "Oh uh, yeah I found an anchor." That's good, I have no idea what my anchor would be. "What about Erica and Boyd, did they find an anchor too?"

"No, they haven't yet. Anyway, thanks for the picture you sent, you looked really beautiful." Isaac smile. He called me beautiful, I'm so happy I have him.

I think I after that night, mom must've washed my dress so there were no mud stains, which is good because now Isaac can see it. "Thanks, maybe I'll put that dress back on for you." I smirk.

"Well maybe I'll jut have to rip that one off too." Isaac smirks back as he pulls me in for a kiss. I don't think I'll ever get used to this spark we have when we kiss, it feels so amazing. I guess the spark has always been there, I just never realised it until now. After hearing someone cough behind, Isaac and I pull away from each other once again. "Hope I wasn't intruding on anything." Mom smiles.

"Uh, well -oh hey Scott, what did Derek say?" I cut myself off as Scott came in, oh god, what will Scott say about me and Isaac? Will he approve? Well, probably not, but I don't care.

"We need to go, now. Isaac, help me get Jackson to the car." And with that, the two boys struggled to carry Jackson's body to the car, I would've offered to help, but that would mean I'd be holding the middle part, which is where Jackson's ass is located. So nah, I'm alright.

"Hold on, hold on." Scott told Isaac as a car went passed, I'm surprised no one had seen us yet. Once the car was out of sight, Scott and Isaac started moving again. "Okay, go. Go, go, go, go, go." Then suddenly, Scott looses his grip on the body bag, drooping his side on the floor just as black SUV pulls up.

Oh god. That's definitely Argents car. "You're alone." Scott states as Chris Argent gets out the car. "More than you know." He replies.

"What do you want?" Scott asks.

"We don't have much in common, Scott. But at the moment, we have a common enemy." Chris tells him. "That's why I'm trying to get him out of here."

"I didn't mean Jackson." Chis started. "Gerard has twisted his way into Allison's head, the same way he did with Kate. And I'm losing her. And I know you're losing her too." Man, that's why Allison is acting like a bitch to my bro, that old flee bag has got her wrapped around his finger.

"You're right. So can you trust me to fix this? Then can you let us go?"

"No. My car is faster." Chris says, before helping pick up the body bag and loading him into the trunk of his car.

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So, what did you think of chapter 21, ay? Peter is back, and now Kelsey knows that he was the one who carried her home from the river where Matt died. Isaac was the secret admirer. And #Kelsaac are finally a couple! Wooo!

I had to write this chapter out a few times, so I'm sorry if there were any spelling mistakes, and I'm sorry it took awhile to upload.

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