The last thing James "Jay" Hale ever imagined was to begrudgingly return to Beacon Hills, find out his older sister was murdered, and then be forced to go on a wild goose chase after some fuck ass Alpha that seemed to have a particular interest in r...
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CHAPTER FORTY-ONE:
So Much Karma, He's Drowning in It!
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Messages
From: Unknown What you know makes you responsible. Stay out of the way.
Jay glared at the words with his lip curled into a sneer of absolute disgust. If his expression were any indication, you'd think he'd just received some unsolicited pictures or something. But no—this wasn't some pervert's handiwork, or even Stiles and Scott's more specific genre of brainrot memes. It was worse.
His stalker was back.
The first few texts he ever got from the rando were cryptic enough to brush off—warnings that never really made sense and were probably stupid and totally meaningless anyway (at least, that was according to Jay's very professional opinion on the matter). But the latest ones read like orders, and if there was one thing James Hale didn't particularly tolerate—as evident in many many past occurrences—it was being told what to do.
It was just the sheer nerve of the faceless, nameless idiot that got to him the most. At least when Derek got bossy, Jay could gleefully tell him to shove it and then revel in the inevitable meltdown that would follow. That was literally half the fun—seeing the vein in Derek's neck throb and the wrinkles of stress start to get deeper in real-time.
Jay lived and breathed pissing people off. It was his bread and butter. But right now there was no face to mock, no tantrum to witness. Just the cold, detached glow of his phone screen and a text thread.
It was boring.
He'd actually rather be brutally attacked in person so he could at least mouth off to his heart's content than have this one-sided beef with a cyber-stalker. Did that make him crazy? Perhaps. But it was the honest truth.
Besides, the timing was just off. The messages started right around the same time the Kanima showed up. Coincidence? Unlikely.
Shit was getting real. He probably needed to do something other than ignore the problem and hope it goes away. Knowing his train wreck of a life, it'll never go away.
To: Unknown just for that, I'll make sure to get in the way extra!!! 😌😙🤭
The reply came almost immediately. Literally the second Jay started to feel a little smug.
From: Unknown It's a warning, not a threat. Don't make it a threat.
He scoffed hard, fingers already flying across the screen to type out another, way more bitchy, response.
Before he could send it, though, Isaac's mop of dumb hair popped into his peripheral vision, brushing against his cheek as the boy leaned in far too close for comfort.
