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"Please... don't do this." I begged, tears streaming down my face as I rested against a tree, clutching my side whilst keeping the arrow in it from moving.

My eyes glowed a bright orange as the world around me became brighter, and I now saw a clear view of Gerard's face. Yet before I could see in the night, I thought I had smelled Allison.

"Trust me, Mr. Edric. This is much better than living." His voice echoed in my head as I shook in.

"No... please I want to live."

"But if you die... You'll finally be with your family." I gasped as a sharp pain went into my chest and through my back, looking down as a knife was plunged into my heart.

I sat up quickly and reached for my chest, moving my hand around quickly as I tried to feel for any sign on blood or wound. When I felt nothing but nervous sweat I relaxed, running a hand through my hair as Stiles slowly sat up.

"You alright? Sounds like you were having a nightmare." He asked as I turned to him and sighed.

"I'm fine. Unpleasant dream, to say the least." I dropped my hands and frowned, looking down at my blanket and slowly lifting it, looking through the claw marks that I had created while I was asleep. "Oops."

"Looks like you'll need a new blanket." Stiles dropped his head back down on his pillow, attempting to go back to sleep but jolting back up and falling off the bed as my alarm clock went off. "Jesus! Does that have to be so loud?" He slapped the clock to shut it off as I chuckled, already forgetting most of the nightmare.

"Sorry. I usually sleep through them." I yanked the blanket off my body, staring in the mirror and frowned, staring at a still-healing wound in my side.

"Stiles... what was last night?" I asked, turning to him as he looked at the clock.

"Uh... Sunday." He smiled as I shook my head. "Oh... you mean the full moon."

"The Full Moon was here already?!"

"I'm kidding! Why what's wrong?" Stiles stood up as I ran my finger along the wound, and Stiles sighed. "Don't you remember falling and landing on that jagged rock last night?"

"Wouldn't I have healed by now?" I asked as stiles sighed, grabbing a shirt.

"I'm sure it'll be gone by the time we get to school." He yawned, jumping around as he pulled his pants on, almost falling again. "You should probably see if there's a piece of rock in there. Maybe that's why you haven't healed."

I turned back around and looked in the mirror, pressing against the cut to try and feel for anything. I hissed in pin for a moment and grabbed a pair of tweezers, hearing Stiles gag loudly as I took out a small piece of the rock.

"So you'll gag at the sight of me sticking tweezers in my stomach but you won't gag when my dick is in your mouth?" I smirked as Stiles' eyes widened and he stumbled into a chair, gripping it tightly.

"Maybe we—maybe we should uh— get to school."

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I bit my glove nervously as I sat between Scott and Stiles, watching as Jackson just stood there, waiting impatiently for the game to start.

"It's going to be bad, isn't it? I mean, like people screaming, running for their lives, blood, killing, maiming kind of bad?" Stiles asked as Scott sighed, rubbing his hands together.

"Looks like it." He admitted and I sat up straight.

"I should be out there— I should be out there! But if I wasn't failing two classes right now because of everything that's happened then I—"

"Dean relax. It'll be okay. We'll stop Jackson before he hurts anyone." Scott promised as Coach Finstock ran up to the three of us, handing Stiles a stick. He gave us a confused look, then looked up at Coach.

"Uh— I think you gave this to the wrong guy—"

"God I wish. You're in for Greenberg." Coach scoffed as my eyes widened in excitement.

"Wait what? What happened to Greenberg?" Stiles stood up as Finstock frowned.

"What happened to Greenberg? Greenberg sucks. You suck.... Ehh slightly less." Finstock waved his hand in the air as Stiles turned to Scott and I.

"I'm playing? On the field?? With the team?!" Stiles grinned as the Coach frowned again.

"Unless you'd rather play with yourself."

"Oh I would have done that but De—" my eyes widened as Stiles quickly shut his mouth, Finstock smirking slightly.

"Scott, you owe me $20 now." Scott dropped his head in disappointment as I raised a brow, watching as my friend handed out Coach two ten dollar bills.

"What was that for?" I asked as Scott looked over at Stiles, then turned to me.

"Coach bet that Stiles would slip up about you two being a thing in front of him but cut himself off before it got too.... Informative."

"Oh... terrific. My love life is worth money for other people." I watched as Stiles shrugged and quickly ran out onto the field, listening to his heart race with excitement.

"Scott. Dean. Can you hear me?"

Scott and I quickly snapped our heads in the direction of the voice, seeing Gerard with an evil grin on his face.

"Ah, you can. Good. Then listen closely because the game is about to get interesting. Let's put a real clock on this game, you two. I'll give you until the last 30 seconds. When that scoreboard clock begins counting down from 30, if you haven't given me Derek, then Jackson is gonna kill someone. So tell me, who's gonna die tonight? Should it be Scott's mother, who so bravely came out to support you all? Or the sheriff, your best friend's and... boyfriend's father? Or how about the pretty little redhead who managed to survive the bite of an Alpha? Or maybe one of these innocent teenagers with their whole life ahead of them?"

Scott shared a horrified look with me as we turned to look at Melissa and Noah, who were both starting to cheer for Stiles.

And then we shared a look of realization as we knew that Gerard had become the new master for the Kanima.

"Or should I do everyone a favor and kill that ridiculous coach? It's up to you both. But you are going to help me take Derek down. Because if you don't- I'll have Jackson rip someone's head off right in the middle of the field and drench everyone you love and care about in blood."

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I ran as I tried to keep people back from Stiles, who was sprinting to the other side of the field, ball in hand. And I watched as he chucked it at the goal, and shot it in.

He stood there in shock as everyone else cheered, listening to the buzzer as Finstock cheered the loudest, screaming we had won.

I ran over to Stiles as he cheered, hugging him tightly as everyone gathered around, separating the two of us. I frowned in confusion when I suddenly smelled blood, and could no longer smell Stiles.

"Stiles?" I called out, Hoping to hear him yell back through the cheers. I shoved my way through everyone, spinning around when I couldn't find him.

"STILES!" I yelled, a wave of sudden panic as I started to think of everything wrong that could have happened.

Find where the blood is.

It can't be Stiles.

Can it?

THE FINAL CHAPTERS ARE COMING UP!

I hope you all are ready for a lil sneak peek at the very end for book 2! (Because I have decided I will write it)

I want to thank everyone again for reading this book <3