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I woke up slower than usual, the weight of the night before pressing down on me like a thick blanket I couldn't shake off.

I was surprised I got any sleep at all. From what I remember... I was terrified.

So scared that I'd lost control like that.

I didn't even understand how it happened — one second I was scared, and the next it was like something inside me snapped, like someone cut a wire I didn't even know existed.

I'd never felt power like that. Not like that.

I knew my mom's side was powerful — a whole witch line traced back generations, but she never let me test it. Never let me near the edge of what I could do.
Now I knew why.

And what scared me more was how easy it was to lose myself in it.

Peter wanted me to kill Stiles. And I don't know how, but he knew exactly how to get to me. How to twist the knife, to dangle the right bait.

I couldn't stop thinking about it. About how my mom had told him she owed him. Owed him.

For what?

There was something missing. I could feel it in my bones, the way you can sense when a lie's hovering in a room even if no one says a word.

My whole life she'd kept me in a box. Who I could hang out with, what I could do, how much magic I was allowed to use.

And now it made sense.

She wasn't protecting me.

She was hiding me.

And it wasn't until I got caught up with Scott and the rest of them that everything started cracking.

So many missing pieces.

And just like that — another one. The body that had been next to me just a few hours ago... gone.

Isaac.

He'd stayed the night, held me, made the monsters go quiet for a little while.

And now?

Nothing.

Just the memory of his arms around me and the ghost of how it felt to finally, finally feel safe.

I let out a breath, sitting up and looking toward his window. It was shut like usual.

I knew he had to leave. I knew what waited for him at home, and that made the empty spot next to me hurt even more.

I couldn't keep pretending like it was okay. Like him sneaking out in the middle of the night to avoid his dad was normal.

But what was I supposed to do? If I said something... if I dragged it into the light, he'd end up in foster care, and that was its own kind of hell.

𝘨𝘶𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘭 - Isaac L.Where stories live. Discover now