Liam older sister, Josie, finds out the truth about Beacon Hills. She find herself tangled in the middle of supernatural drama. How will she navigate her life as a teen in Beacon Hills? How will she survive ongoing threats? Will she be able to balan...
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Around the pile of rocks burned candles red. It flickered in the light breeze.
I laid a bouquet of hand-picked flowers—pink roses, purple peonies, and delightful dahlias—in front of the pile of rocks.
I got up from the snow-covered ground. The dirt-stained my stocking pants cold. I ignored the sharpness in the texture and took place beside Brett.
He was looking at me, but I did not want to admit anything, at least not now. I kept my gaze on the altar.
Hayden placed a dream father on the pile of stone.
"She lived through a nightmare, it can't be worse than here." Hayden brushed the feathers. "It's not like heaven and hell is real."
Then it was that. That question everyone has been asking themselves. For all our sake, let it not. However, I cannot help but not believe that it ends. It just stops.
In a world full of werewolves, Dread Doctors, and chimeras, would the thought of a god be ill?
We left with everything unsaid. What is dead is dead. And what is living may die. It is how it is and how it will keep being.
In what has felt like forever, California has been snow-free. This winter was colder than the others.
The snowflakes fell peacefully on the ground. It was quiet in the woods. Not the whistle of a bird or snap of a stick. It was completely eerie.
Hayden and Corey walked a few paces in front of us. They were well-behaved and all. Then it was the two love birds chasing each other.
"I hate winter." Brett continued to swing my hand back and forth. "I hate the cold."
"I hate you," I cracked.
Brett stopped me. "I knew it."
"You caught me." I played along.
"Let me torture you." He cupped my cheek and pressed his lips against mine.
I swung my arms around his head and in between kisses I spoke. "Please don't."
He slid his hand down to mine again and kissed it. "You are a bad liar."
"Who said I was lying?" I smiled.
"Is this some sort of reversed psychology?" He pecked my nose.
"Just psychology." At that moment those words left my mouth. Millions of compressed snowflakes exploded in my face.
My brother's laughter traveled in the air. He could barely hold himself up. I took the opportunity to return the favor. I made the largest one I could in a few seconds and aimed for his head.
It knocked out all joy he could muster up in times like this. It appeared to declare war. Snowballs flew in the air. Siblings, friends, and even lovers fought.
Brett threw a dozen at me. I could not almost keep up when Hayden turned against him. Then Mason joined her and they teamed up against us.
Brett and I turned from foes to allies in a short period. He grabbed my hand and we hid behind an enormous tree. Its branches drooped with snow. Like it was weeping.
Among the laughter, Brett laughed the loudest. It occasionally attracted the hit of snowballs. I looked back at the dying battle. Mason and Liam were still at each other, but Hayden was making a snowman. While she was making the head, Corey added breast.
When I turned back Brett pressed his lips against mine. Gentle this time.
"Do you want to get out of here?"
I did not ask where and why. I just left with him. Through the white forest, we ended up in the warmth of Brett's house.
Inside we were greeted with the smell of baked goods. People roamed the house. It was filled with pack members.
Satomi was in the kitchen with Lilly. She put in a new batch in the oven.
"Do you want one?" Lilly held up the tray.
Before I could accept Brett answered for me. "She is not hungry."
He leads me away from the kitchen into the office.
"I wanted cookies." I objected.
"Trust me, you do not want to eat before this."
"Before w-" I walked on Thomas handling a gigantic fire thingy.
"Are you planning to cremate me, because I wish to be buried?" I looked at Brett's face still wet from the snow.
"You are getting that tattoo we talked about," Brett said carefully. As if he was doubting my earlier decision.
"I didn't know it was today." I smiled.
"You don't have to if you don't want to."
"I want to."
"Great, I want to finish before all the food is gone." Thomas put down the war weapon.
"Great," I repeated.
"Great," said Brett less enthusiastic.
"Where do you want it?" Thomas asked.
"Oh, on my lower back." I wanted my next tattoo to be on my spine.
I sat down on the chair and rested my stomach on the back of it.
"Can I ask why you have that thing?" I pointed at the object.
"I suggest you hold your boyfriend's hand," Thomas answered shortly.
"What's that supposed to mean?" I mouth the words to Brett.
He grabbed my hand. "Are you sure you still want to?"
"Now you making me worry." I laughed it off.
"Alright, this might sting." Thomas picked up his equipment.
I closed my eyes and tried to look forward to my new tattoo. The pack stumble was three rocks placed on top of each other.
I remember Brett saying the words. I remember Liam saying them too. And soon, it would be I graced in my body.
Everyone would know I belonged here. No one would hurt me anymore.
AN:
A bonus chapter and an apology for using a long time on the last one.
