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Lunar Eclipse

[Y/N POV]

"They should be awake by now." Isaac said as he leaned against the doorway.

"They should've been awake hours ago." I retorted as I paced back and forth in front of the three tubs where my boyfriend and two of my best friends were basically dead in.

We dunked them under 10 hours ago, and there has been no sign of progress since. Not only was I worried about them being dead, but I was also worried they wouldn't wake up in time. The parents could be dead at any moment, and they need to wake up before the lunar eclipse to be able to stop Jennifer.

"Give it more time," Deaton told us calmly. "It has to be at least 24 hours before we declare them dead."

"Maybe for Scott," I argued. "But what about Stiles and Allison? They're human!"

"And they will wake up too." Deaton resssured as he stepped toward me. "Don't lose hope."

"Might be too late for that." I sneered before I walked past him and went into the front waiting room.

I sat down in one of the chairs with my head in my hands, and felt my body begin to shake. I felt a surge of emotion rush through me, and it became overwhelming.

I could feel the tears coming, but I needed to stay strong. My hand subconsciously went to my collar bone, where I felt the familiar pendant handing from a chain.

from day one

I was praying today wasn't our last.

"Hey,"

I looked to my left to see Isaac standing a few feet away. Without another word, he made he way toward me and sat down in the chair beside me. I stared at the floor below us as my fingers played with the necklace.

"Talk to me," Isaac said gently. "Tell me what you're feeling. Maybe I can help."

I shook my head as a hot tear fell down my cheek. "I'm not so sure you can."

"Maybe I can try." He persisted.

I took a deep breath through my nose, and dropped my hand from my neck, leaving the pendant dangling. I fumbled with my fingertips, trying to figure out where to start, but considering we might have all the time in the world how, I might as well start from the beginning.

"A few weeks ago, my father was a sacrifice..."

I told him how it affected me and my mom, how I had been training with the Argents in France, all the way to my time spent with Deucalion.

"I was surprised when he let Scott and I go." I said. "He just sent us away like it was nothing."

"Yeah, that is kind of weird." Isaac agreed.

We lightly chuckled together, and that's when I realized how much better I felt. It felt as if a huge weight had been lifted, like I had let everything out and nothing wasn't coming back in. But nonetheless, the feeling of nervousness and betrayal still lingered.

"Anything else?" Isaac asked.

I took in a shaky breath, the feeling of guilt intensifying.

"There's something I'm keeping from Stiles." I admitted. "And he knows. But he told me that no matter what it is, he'll still love me, and that nothing could change what we have."

Isaac furrowed his brows. "But...isn't that a good thing?"

I bit my lip as my eyes burned, a limp formed in my throat and my voice grew weak.

"Yeah, I guess it is..." I whispered.

I turned my hand toward the back room, where Lydia leaned against the wall asleep and Deaton kept watch on the tubs.