Neriah Hale lost her family at the age of ten, leaving her in the town of Beacon Hills with no one but two boys and a secret that she'd spent her whole life hiding. But when one of the two boys gets bitten, she has to reveal her true self to help sa...
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"SO, you killed her?" Stiles asked Scott as we walked into school.
Apparently, Scott had some bizarre dream about killing Allison, which basically put him off sleeping ever again.
Oh, and now he was ten times more worried about Allison.
"I don't know," Scott murmured. "I just woke up. And I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before."
"Really?" Stiles questioned before smiling to himself. "I have. Usually ends a little differently."
I slapped him on the back of the head. "Not something I need to know when I sleep in your bed, Stilinski," I muttered with a fake gag.
Sending me a playful glare, he shoved me lightly. "You can happily take the couch if you want."
"Uh, no," I scoffed, holding up my hand to his face. "I'm happy with the bed. I'll just need to wash the sheets every day in case."
Stiles rolled his eyes, pushing my hand down as I sent him a disgusted look.
"A, I meant I've never had a dream that felt that real," Scott explained before shuddering. "And B, never give us that much detail about you in bed again."
"Agree," I chimed in, faking another gag. "Too much information for a Monday morning."
"Noted," Stiles agreed. "Let me take a guess here, though—"
"No, I know," Scott cut him off. "You think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow? Like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out."
"No, of course not," Stiles objected.
I sent him a pointed look. "That's totally it."
"Yeah, she's right," Stiles mumbled. "Hey, come on. It's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty freaking amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy for beginners class you can take."
"Yeah, trust me, there isn't," I muttered, looking at both of them. "Would've been really helpful a few years ago."
Stiles snorted while Scott sent us looks. "Yeah, not a class but maybe a teacher."
"Who? Riah?" Stiles asked, pointing at me.
I shook my head. "I don't think I'm exactly the best teacher."
"Who then, Derek?" Stiles questioned, and Scott nodded, making me stifle a laugh as Stiles slapped him on the back of the head. "You forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?"
"Yeah, I know, but chasing her, dragging her to the back of the bus... it felt so real," Scott admitted with a pained look.
"How real?" I cautiously asked, pulling my phone out of my bag.
