"Young love tends to be based on nothing but feelings. The couple has not yet faced and overcome a challenge or difficulty together. They are passionate about each other. They think about each other constantly and want to spend all their time"
Isaac...
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I went inside my house after the talk I had with Isaac. Well — not just a talk.
It was our first kiss.
His first kiss, and it felt so right that part of me hated the fact it hadn't been mine too. It would've made it even more special. But in all fairness, no one else I'd kissed had ever made me feel what he did. Nothing even came close.
It wasn't just the kiss. It was the weight of knowing I had to keep it a secret. That added some reckless excitement — but underneath that was guilt. Thick and suffocating.
I was betraying my coven.
My mom's never been one to stay loyal to them; hell, sometimes I'm convinced she hated ever being part of it. Maybe that's why she dragged us all the way back here in the first place. But my dad... my dad was different. He was devoted. Proud of the bloodline, the rules, the duty. And he raised me to be the same.
Which meant every time I crossed that line with Isaac, every stolen moment, every lie — it wasn't just a betrayal of my mother's coven. It was a betrayal of my dad too. And even if I hated to admit it, it hurt.
I could tell my mom was avoiding me. She could feel the magic coming off me — way too much, too reckless, too dangerous. I heard her moving around the house, but she didn't say a word to me. Part of me liked it. It felt... freeing. But the guilt stayed. I knew what my dad would've said.
I was in the wrong.
Even if I wanted to pretend otherwise.
I just wanted to fix everything. I was tired of being angry at my mom. Tired of hating this whole supernatural mess. I didn't want this life forever. The dangerous, bloody world we were all caught in — those were fixable problems. I could walk away from all of it one day.
The only problem was Isaac.
I didn't want to let him go. I wasn't sure I even could.
I was in too deep. He made me feel things no one else ever had, and maybe no one else ever would. But there was no way anyone would accept us. If it ever got out, they'd kill him. I'd be shunned. Everything I cared about would fall apart.
And yet... I wasn't ready to give him up.
I spent half the night spiraling over that, tossing and turning until sleep finally caught me.
Then Allison woke me up. She needed me to check on Lydia, said she had something to do with Scott and Stiles — something she also wanted me to go see.
