"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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Everyone had been laying low for the past week after losing Boyd.
Everyone was healing in their own way.
Derek leaned on the quiet comfort of Ava, while Cora found strength in Angie. Day by day, they all drew closer, until the lines blurred, and it wasn't just a pack anymore — it was starting to feel like a family. And none of them realized how much they'd needed that until now.
Ava and Derek had finally sat Angie down, carefully navigating the conversation they'd been putting off — asking her how she felt about them being together.
Angie, to their quiet relief, didn't have a problem with it.
She couldn't find a reason to.
In fact, she liked her life this way.
Liked seeing her mom genuinely happy, loving someone without having to pretend for anyone's sake — especially hers. Angie felt like she owed her mom that.
Isaac was still sneaking around with Angie, though it had gotten harder now that his old house was sold and he was staying with Scott. The stolen moments came in hushed conversations in her car, or — if they were bold enough — in Angie's room when the coast was clear.
They'd managed it once, when her parents were out, but even they weren't reckless enough to try it again. Not yet.
Since things around town had calmed for a few days, the group had decided to gather at the loft for takeout and a game night.
It had been Lydia's idea, and Angie quickly backed her up.
Scott and Stiles were easy to drag in, and Scott, of course, made Isaac come — not that Isaac minded, though he made a show of grumbling about it.
Cora was more of a challenge, but Angie eventually convinced her too.
"It's not about pretending Boyd didn't die. It's about not letting them win by leaving us miserable," Angie had told her.
And Cora got it.
They needed to hold on to each other. For Boyd. For themselves.
That Saturday night, Cora, Lydia, and Angie gathered at the loft early, dragging out bean bags and rearranging couches so everyone could squeeze in. When the others arrived, they ordered burgers, fries, and way too many milkshakes. Ava and Derek volunteered to pick up the food while the rest started an intense, cutthroat game of Uno.
"Stiles, drop another plus two and I swear I will take the whole deck and shove it right up your—"
"Okay, okay! I'm sorry! That was literally my only card!" Stiles protested, hands raised.
