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With the first year of college under their belts, Dylan and the pack return home for the summer, but their break is far from restful. Haunted by visions that start to become true, Jono has to fight to keep control of his body. With Oscar missing and two looming threats about to clash, how will Dylan bring the pack back together to save Crystalshaw?

Claws Out is a spin-off of Teen Wolf.
Episode Name
Welcome Home
Returning home from college for the summer, Dylan settles into home life again, but both good and bad bombshells from Jono ensure it won't be such a quiet summer. Presumed missing by the rest of the pack, Oscar is surprised to see a familiar face turn up at his new home. Freddie is confused by a mysterious text.
The arrival of his aunt causes discomfort for Dylan, but it's her surprise plus-one who creates bigger ripples for one of the pack. Upon seeing a strange note, Sammi and Jeremy are shaken, with Yasmin leading an investigation to distressing results. Brett attempts to understand Oscar's relationship with Cody.
Sammi panics as one of the pack goes missing, and a startling clue to the kidnapper's identity is left in her place. Freddie struggles to adjust to a surprise visitor. Dylan is quizzed by Caroline while Brett makes a horrifying discovery, leading Oscar to make a difficult decision. 
The Decision
Oscar finds himself in the middle of Cody and Dylan as he's left with an impossible choice. Jono and Josh go on the hunt for one of the pack, but are left reeling when all is not what it seems. Sammi and Jeremy are put on edge when they're haunted by a face from the past.
Daddy Issues
With Dylan by his side, Oscar returns home to face the music - how will he explain his absence? Yasmin and Brett struggle to link all seven murders, while Jono's odd behaviour has Lily concerned. Elsewhere, Freddie faces his fears up close, and Sammi enlists Jeremy and Felix to find clues in town.
A missing pack member causes panic with a familiar but impossible threat on the loose. Dylan faces Cody, leaving Oscar with a decision to make. Jono's erratic behaviour leads him to the Nemeton, while Yasmin goes uncomfortably far to get the answers she needs.
The Test
Startled by the Nemeton, Jono is desperate to get back to Dylan, but as the pack reunite, more worrisome news shocks them. Freddie takes the lead in a rescue mission into the bunkers. Oscar finally tells all to his mum, and Brett opens up to Yasmin.
A desperate quest for answers separates the pack, and with a life hanging in the balance, every second is precious. Dylan heads to Beacon Hills to find Scott and his pack as Jono's situation worsens, while Josh, Freddie, Brett and Oscar visit Drew, who provides a surprising link. Yasmin receives startling news from Ed.
Together Forever
Time is running out for Jono as Dylan juggles helping both him and Yasmin find the answers they need, but every truth they uncover only makes their situation worse. Elsewhere, Sammi fears the worst and Jeremy begins to panic, while Oscar's eyes are opened by Drew.
Under attack from their oldest foe, Dylan scrambles to come up with a plan that can save both his family and his friends. Freddie faces a bombshell from his father, while Brett makes a decision to move forward, and Jeremy urgently tries to prove Lily's innocence.
Events converge and two polarising forces contemplate an alliance, but can Dylan stop them before the Nemeton takes matters into its own hands?
Always and Forever
With time their enemy, Dylan and Jono celebrate the best day of their lives before the inevitable comes. Freddie ponders the future after the day before, Oscar makes a decision, and Jeremy overcomes his demons.

1: Welcome Home Written by MarthaJonesFan

Shuffling around yet again, Jono just couldn’t get comfortable. He usually slept so well, but it felt like his bed was made of rocks. Flipping the pillows upside down, taking his pyjama top off, even sticking one leg out of the duvet – nothing he did was any help.

To make matters worse, it was their last night in the dorm before heading home for the summer break. This meant a day of travelling and unpacking was ahead, and Jono needed energy. Exams were done and first year was officially over. Jono had been so excited to get home and enjoy some proper winding-down time with his friends, and with Dylan.

First, though, he had to get through the night. Outside, a storm was creating chaos, thunder racketing through his eardrums while lightning brutally jolted him awake every time he was on the cusp of sleep. It was only making him more frustrated.

It didn’t help that his thoughts were hectic. They raced around his mind, like race-cars running at top speed. To make matters worse, it only seemed to be getting worse. Jono stood up. He paced back and forth. He tried to clear the fog in his mind.

Then it stopped. His thoughts jarringly transitioned from one extreme to another, slowing down to a perfect silence. Jono looked around the room. The walls had changed; usually, they were covered in photos of fond memories and posters of singers he and Dylan liked. Now, new pictures were on display. Pictures he had never seen before. Pictures of him and his friends, but not just any old pictures. They were gruesome and repulsive in ways Jono had never seen before.

They were dead.

And Jono was standing over each of their bodies.

And his eyes were glowing red.

Jono was horrified. What the hell were those photos? How did they exist? He didn’t remember that, and his eyes most certainly weren’t red like Dylan’s, so how the hell did they exist? They felt so real. Like something tucked away in the back of his mind.

Like a memory.

Jono rolled back onto the bed. There was one person missing from the photos. Dylan. He was, of course, fast asleep on his side of the bed. Jono urgently grabbed him by the shoulder, but Dylan just slumped backwards. He was bleeding too. His head had been bashed in. His eyes were wide open, but not blinking.

He was dead.

Jono gasped; a gasp like he had been holding his breath for far too long. He’d just woken up. It was the morning. The room looked just as it was supposed to, and he could hear the reassuring sound of Dylan’s breathing.

It was a bad dream, but that didn’t reassure Jono.

Why did it feel so real?

Embracing the gorgeous sight of the forest before him, Dylan was so glad to be back home. He’d visited occasionally over the college year, and Ed and Caroline had been up to visit him at the dorm, but it wasn’t the same. He was looking forward to watching television every night with his mum. Waking up in his own bed. All of the creature comforts that he could only get at home, with the benefit of Jono, Josh and Freddie around too.

Dylan was immensely proud of himself, though. He’d made it through a full year of college. It was such a huge shake-up, and he’d survived it. In fact, he’d rather enjoyed it. He’d conquered his fears about moving out, and that wasn’t something to downplay. Now, he was able to let his guard down again for the summer.

Not everything was that rosy, though. College, after the first couple of weeks were tarred by Summer and Ranulf, had proceeded as it should have, but they were a man down. Nobody had seen Oscar in months. He hadn’t been to a single lecture, and nobody on campus had seen hide nor hair of him. Strangely, though, his assignments were still being completed. No matter how hard he tried, Dylan couldn’t figure out the logic. Had something happened? Was he kidnapped? The lack of answers was the strangest part of his vanishing.

Dylan knew he was never going to give up on finding Oscar, but for the time being, he had to trust that Ed was on the case. After rigorous searches around the campus, tracking Oscar’s scent, they still hadn’t found anything. The last time person to see him was Alex, before Ranulf’s attack, but after that was a complete mystery. Dylan couldn’t help fearing the worst – it felt like the Lunar Sanctum all over again.

“Freddie!” an excited voice squealed from inside. The front door flung open before Dylan could make use of the key in his hand. Sammi breezed straight past Dylan, Jono and Josh, and headed straight for Freddie, planting a gigantic kiss on his lips.

“Hi Sammi,” Josh sarcastically yelled while they kissed. Sammi held a finger up, directing Josh to wait. Dylan chuckled – her sass was second-to-none.

“Someone’s feeling single,” Dylan joked.

“At least you two aren’t giving me a front row seat,” Josh sighed, glancing at Dylan and Jono.

Stepping into the house, Dylan immediately felt like he’d never been away. Home brought him so much comfort. He remembered the day he moved in as if it were yesterday. The apprehension of a new house in a new town. The absence of his dad. It was insane how quickly things changed. He now had a step-dad. A brother. A boyfriend. A whole chosen family that he’d never dreamed of. He never took it for granted.

“Welcome home,” Caroline greeted from the living room. She had the biggest smile on her face. Together, she and Ed had decorated the room with balloons and “welcome home” banners. It was the cutest thing ever.

“What’s all this for?” Dylan was impressed. He wasn’t expecting such a fanfare.

“We’ve been celebrating the end of our peace and quiet,” Ed laughed, “Party’s just finished.

“So funny,” a bemused Josh murmured, “I need a drink. Looking this good is thirsty work.” Dylan rolled his eyes, but he loved Josh’s dry humour. He looked at Jono, hoping to share the joke, but his face told a different story. He looked glum, or even miserable. In fact, he’d been quiet for most of the day.

“Hey,” Dylan pulled him away, back into the corridor, “What’s up?”

“Nothing, I’m just tired,” Josh shrugged it off, avoiding eye contact.

“No, don’t do this,” Dylan refused to accept his answer, “The last time you weren’t yourself, you literally weren’t yourself, and I vowed from then on to protect your life with my own. Talk to me, Jon.”

“I’m sorry,” Jono looked up, meeting eyes with Dylan, “I had the worst night’s sleep. You know those dreams that feel real?”

“Yeah, vivid dreams” Dylan empathised.

“No, it was more than that. Not just vivid, but it felt like I wasn’t dreaming at all,” Jono continued, “I felt every emotion. It felt familiar, even though it wasn’t.”

“What happened?” Dylan listened intently.

“We were in bed, and I couldn’t sleep. I saw a load of new pictures on the wall. Pictures of everyone, the whole pack, that I’d never seen before,” Jono relayed, “And they were dead, Dylan. I had killed them. I was stood over their dead bodies with glowing red eyes.”

“Oh shit,” Dylan was gobsmacked.

“Then I got into bed and you were dead too, Dyl,” Jono started to cry. Dylan’s heart broke. He’d never seen Jono so vulnerable before. He was usually the calm, composed one.

“Look around you,” Dylan dug deep, trying to give Jono the best advice he could, “We’re here. Everyone’s alive. Look in that mirror, and glow your eyes.”

Jono did as instructed, walking over to the mirror beside the front door. His eyes flared their usual gorgeous fiery yellow colour, just as they were supposed to.

“All is okay,” Dylan took his hand, “And I won’t let anything happen to you. I promise.” Jono nodded, wiping away the tears from his cheeks. They could conquer anything together.

“Dylan,” Caroline poked her head around the corner from the living room, “Could I borrow you for a moment? When you’re ready.”

“Will you be okay?” Dylan checked with Jono first and foremost.

“Of course. I’ll be waiting for you,” Jono put a brave face on. As long as they had each other, Dylan knew they’d be okay.

Despite it being home for most of her life, Lily still found something so uncomforting about the large Chadwick house. Once upon a time, she thought it was magical. It was so exciting for a child, with a whole load of hiding places for hide and seek, and loads of room to store all her toys.

Come high school, it had turned into a bragging right, and it made for the perfect party venue. The house gave Lily status, but it was a vapid way of building friendships. The novelty wore of, and Lily had learnt that the company was so much more important than the building. Finally, she understood why Jono spent so much time in the treehouse alone.

Now, the house was just an embodiment of the fractured relationship she had with her friends. Since being at college, she’d had very little contact with either of them, and even her visits home had been spent at the lakehouse. The only reason she was visiting now was to collect the remainder of her belongings, and she was hoping to be as inconspicuous as possible.

“Not going to say hi to them?” Yasmin probed. Thankfully, Lily didn’t have to face that place alone. She’d breezed straight through the corridor and towards the stairs.

“Another day,” Lily brushed off, swerving the subject.

“Lily,” Yasmin stopped a couple of steps up, “Talk to them, please.”

“I will,” Lily turned to face her, “I’m just not ready yet.”

“Don’t delay,” Yasmin advised, “I don’t want you to have any regrets. God knows I have so many of my own.”

“I thought things were good between you and your mom?” Lily pondered.

“They are, but it’s all relative,” Yasmin opened up, “I missed out on years of memories with my mom, and there’s always going to be some distance between us as a result. Not to mention how she still doesn’t know what happened to my dad, or what I am. You’ve got a choice, Lily.”

“Noted,” Lily smiled kindly. Yasmin had a point, but that didn’t mean it was going to be an easy battle to overcome, “Come on, I’ve got clothes to collect.” Lily enthusiastically bounced up the stairs and brushed straight into her old bedroom.

“Lily!” Jeremy called out in shock. Oops. Lily had forgotten the room had a new occupant. Jeremy was lying on top of what used to be her bed, with another boy lying next to him. Whoever he was, Lily couldn’t help noticing how close together they were.

“Oh, um, I’m sorry,” Lily felt very awkward, as if she’d interrupted something, “I, um, just wanted to pick some clothes up.”

“Sure,” Jeremy seemed just as awkward. He sat up on the bed, and the young lad next to him did the same, “Help yourself.” Lily tip-toed to the wardrobe as if she were trespassing, hoping to be as quick as possible.

“Who’s your friend?” Yasmin playfully questioned, lightening up the atmosphere.

“Oh, this is Felix,” Jeremy introduced shyly, “Felix, this is my cousin Lily and my friend Yasmin.” Lily listened in as she bundled clothes into the two large plastic bags she brought. She knew that Sammi went on a date with this Felix guy, but wasn’t aware he and Jeremy were close.

“Nice to meet you at last,” Lily grinned politely, “Come on Yasmin, time to go.” She ushered Yasmin out with the bags carrying as many clothes as they could.

“That was so awkward,” Lily quietly mentioned after the door clicked shut.

“He was cute, though,” Yasmin looked pleased with herself.

“Oh, come on, did you see how close they were?” Lily rebutted. They were just centimetres from their bodies touching.

“Darn,” Yasmin’s face sunk, “It’s always the best-looking ones, too.” Lily chuckled. She’d almost forgotten the weight of the house she was stood in. Perhaps she was making progress after all?

Slumping back down on the bed, Oscar was on such a high. Cody slumped down next to him, and they shared the exact same expression. One of pleasure, satisfaction and pure elation. Nobody else could make him feel such an intense high, particularly in a small room inside an abandoned warehouse down the road from the college.

Slotting into Cody’s pack had been surprisingly easy, for the most part anyway. He’d spent months getting to know his new pack, and while both Oscar and the other pack members were initially resistant, he’d formed strong bonds already. He’d earned their loyalty.

Despite this, he so desperately wanted to talk to Dylan and Jono. He missed them so much. Oscar wasn’t stupid, though. He knew seeing them would be too risky, even from across the lecture theatre. They’d find out about the deal he made, and they wouldn’t look kindly on Cody. If that happened, everything he’d given up would have been for nothing. A war would break out.

“I could go again,” Cody toyed, his fingers twirling in Oscar’s unkept blonde shaggy mane.

“Sounds good to me,” Oscar smiled like the cat that got the cream. He rolled over and climbed on top of Cody, kissing him with every droplet of passion in his body. When they were together, Oscar felt safe, and Cody had defended him at every necessary moment, just as he’d promised.

“Cody!” a voice irritatingly interrupted. Oscar froze, before sheepishly dismounting Cody and slipping back under the covers. Modesty restored. He certainly couldn’t say that was the first time they’d been caught.

“Keisha, what have I told you about not knocking?” Cody angrily scolded. Keisha was his second-in-command, and she was definitely the toughest nut to crack. Oscar still wasn’t sure she trusted him yet, despite his best efforts to prove she could.

“I’m sorry that your shag is more important,” Keisha stormed back out, but not before issuing a completely unsubtle eyeroll.

“She really doesn’t like me,” Oscar commented. He chuckled nervously. Keisha seemed to trust Cody, but Oscar really wanted to win her trust on his own.

“She’s just got her guard up,” Cody insisted, “This is our first summer together, and you are my priority.” Cody leaned in to kiss Oscar again, and it felt so good. There was nothing Oscar wanted more than to spend the day in bed with Cody, but Keisha clearly had a reason for bursting in.

“Maybe you should go talk to her,” Oscar suggested, choosing his head over his heart.

“No, because if I talk to her, I’ll have to deal with someone else’s shit. It’s not going to be a thirty second conversation, and that’s about as long as I can bear to be away from you,” Cody snuggled in closer, his body leaned directly against Oscar’s side.

“But if you deal with it now, it might save something escalating. Therefore, more time to spend with me later,” Oscar reasoned.

“I hate how sensible you are,” Cody smiled, “Okay, where did you put my underwear?”

“Oh,” Oscar was stumped. He’d thrown them somewhere around the room in the excitement of the moment, “Are they important?” He winked at Cody. He had fallen so hard for him.

Dylan always felt anxious when someone said they wanted a word with him. It was so vague and ominous, and the subject of the conversation could range from the best news ever, to the worst news ever. The uncertainty created far too much paranoia in Dylan’s mind within a few seconds.

The annoying thing was that Caroline’s face gave nothing away. Her chemo-signals didn’t offer any clues either. Perhaps that was a good thing? Dylan would definitely be able to sense sadness. Maybe he was clutching at straws, but he had to reassure himself somehow.

“I wanted to tell you this face-to-face, so I’ve kept it secret for the past week,” Caroline began as Dylan made himself comfortable at the dining table. They had enough privacy in the kitchen while the party started next door, “I’m pregnant.”

Stunned into silence, Dylan didn’t know what to say. Of all the things he expected to hear, that wasn’t one of them. In some ways, it made perfect sense. Caroline and Ed hadn’t even been married a year yet. That said, Dylan had no idea kids of their own were on the cards.

“I know it’s a lot to take in, but I’m three months down the line,” Caroline continued, “I wasn’t even sure I wanted a baby. I’ve done the mom thing already, with you, and then Josh, but I always said this marriage was a fresh start, for all of us.”

“Does Josh know?” Dylan questioned. He needed to be in-the-know as well.

“Ed’s going to tell him later. I wanted to speak to you first,” Caroline mentioned, “How do you feel about it? This affects you, too, even though you’re nineteen now.”

“Mom, it’s amazing news,” Dylan gushed. He was truly delighted for his mum. She was right – it was the fresh start they deserved.

“I’m so glad to hear that,” Caroline smiled, “On another note, you know your Aunt Maria? She’s coming to visit. I’ve not told her the news, or much at all about the past few years.”

“Like your werewolf sons?” Dylan laughed.

“Exactly,” Caroline chuckled, “And I plan to keep it that way, I’m sure you understand.” Dylan nodded. He hadn’t heard from his Aunt Maria since they moved to Crystalshaw, outside of the obligatory Christmas and birthday cards. She and Caroline had an on-off relationship and a somewhat bumpy history. She didn’t need to know the full story.

“Where will she sleep?” Dylan enquired. There were no free bedrooms and the house just about accommodated six people already, before factoring in a baby and an intrusive aunt.

“On the sofa, I’ve already made that clear to her,” Caroline insisted, “I’m not asking any of you to give up your beds for her self-imposed visit.”

“Thanks,” Dylan appreciated his mum looking out for him, “It’ll be okay. Everything will be okay, mom. I’m here for whatever you need.” Caroline smiled proudly at him. Dylan was so fortunate to have her as his mum. The baby was in safe hands.

There was something so incredibly special about the Drummond house, Freddie always thought. He wasn’t family, but he was always welcomed with open arms, even after he’d been away to college. Caroline and Ed could easily have asked him to stay with George at the lakehouse, but it was quite the opposite.

The best part about being home, though, was being reunited with Sammi. They’d spent every weekend together, but that was nothing compared to what they had planned for the summer. With any luck, they’d barely spend any time apart. Even more exciting was Sammi starting college herself in September. She’d be in the same building as him, up a flight of stairs. Freddie couldn’t wait.

“Is it weird that I’ll sort-of miss school?” Sammi pondered before sipping her juice.

“Yes,” Freddie joked, “I won’t lie, I sort-of miss it. College is tough.”

“At least you live with your friends,” Sammi sighed.

“You’ve got Jeremy, and this Felix dude,” Freddie reminded. That didn’t sound like a bad thing.

“Yeah, and a bunch of randomers,” Sammi elaborated, “You know what happens around us. People will be in danger.”

“What’s brought this on?” Freddie listened. Sammi only worried when she had something big on her mind. It was one extreme or the other.

“We tried to keep Oscar safe. Where is he now?” Sammi explained. Freddie couldn’t think up a good enough response, because Sammi was right. They had tried so hard to keep Oscar out of the supernatural world. Not only had they been unsuccessful, but Oscar was now lost inside it.

“Then we do better,” Freddie suggested. He wasn’t used to being the person anyone came to for advice, but he was certain of one thing: he was always going to look out for Sammi.

“Dude, can I borrow you?” Jono nervously interrupted.

“Sure,” Freddie tentatively replied. Jono led him to the corner of the room, clearly in need of privacy, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I think so,” Jono assured, “I was planning for today to be big. I slept really badly, but I’m not going to let that ruin my plan.”

“Okay, tell me more,” Freddie was intrigued.

“It’s for Dylan. I want to…” Jono froze, “I’m a bit nervous. I know we’re young, but we’ve been dating for ages now and there’s truly nothing I want more.”

“Oh my god, you mean…” Freddie realised, “That’s huge.”

“I know. I’m jumping the gun, aren’t I? This is a terrible idea,” Jono was sceptical.

“No,” Freddie insisted, “Dylan will love it. Go for it, dude.”

Freddie’s phone buzzed, rudely taking him out of a surprisingly cute moment. Strangely, it was a text from an unknown number. As he went to delete it, as he always did with spam messages, he saw the first word. His name. It was directly addressing him. Intrigued and slightly worried, Freddie read on.

‘Freddie. See you soon. Dad.’

Taken aback, Freddie wasn’t sure what to do. Was someone playing a practical joke? He’d spoken about his dad to so few people, because he had no memories whatsoever of him. Whatever it was, it was sick.

“What’s up?” Jono checked.

“Nothing,” Freddie replied, deleting the text. It wasn’t worth his time.

Checking his hair in the front camera of his phone, Jeremy felt equally excited and nervous about the party. He was excited to see his friends again, and they had a whole summer to spend together before the pressure cooker of college. Jeremy was looking forward to it, though – finally, he was out of the suffocating environment that was high school. Now, he could finally start living the life he wanted.

However, this was the first time most of the pack were meeting Felix. Other than Sammi, none of the pack knew the truth about, well, pretty much everything involving Felix. What he did. The reaction at school. How much he meant to Jeremy. The entire thing was one big secret.

After all, Jeremy didn’t truly know what he was yet. He’d spent months with Felix and he cared so much for him, but he still couldn’t find a label that fit him. How was he supposed to define himself? There wasn’t much of an answer when Felix was the only person he’d ever been particularly attracted to.

“You look amazing,” Felix reassured, “You look better than I do, and I’m the one who needs to make an impression.”

“Shut up, you look gorgeous,” Jeremy corrected, “Besides, they don’t know who you are to me. It’s less pressure.”

“I suppose if I can win Sammi’s trust back, this won’t be too difficult,” Felix pondered.

Jeremy watched Felix stare in awe at the surrounding forest as they approached Dylan’s house. The location was incredible, Jeremy always thought, and Felix seemed even more taken in by it than the huge Chadwick house he’d seen numerous times already. The natural beauty of the forest was breath-taking, and Jeremy found it so soothing. It was the only place he could ever really feel peace and quiet.

“Okay, one day, we have to live somewhere like this,” Felix blurted out, awkwardly glancing at Jeremy afterwards, “If that’s something you’d like as well, of course.”

“Yeah,” Jeremy smiled. He’d never given a great deal of thought to the future – living with his dad somewhat dulled his ambitions, and his only real aim was to find Sammi one day. Felix had opened his eyes, and now he was learning stuff about himself. Stuff he should have figured out already, but nonetheless, it was an exciting part of his life. Felix had marked a new beginning.

“It doesn’t need to be a big house, but somewhere cosy with enough space for us,” Felix thought aloud, “And a family.” Jeremy felt that strange feeling in his stomach again. Butterflies were fluttering around. He felt uncontrollably excited by the thought of a family with Felix. If that was what his future held, he’d be more than happy. After all, his dad was a pretty good indicator of what not to do as a parent.

“As long as you’re there, I’m happy,” Jeremy paused as they reached the doorstep.

“Oh, that’s so cliché,” Felix laughed, “But I love it. And I love you,” Felix kissed him, and it felt amazing. Every kiss felt just as intoxicating as the first.

“Hey,” the door swung open. Sammi quickly stopped in her tracks as Jeremy broke the kiss, “That’s not exactly subtle, guys.”

“That’s why we didn’t ring the doorbell, duh,” Jeremy playfully replied. The more he got to know Sammi, the more he understood her banter, and dishing it back never failed to be funny.

“Well, everyone’s inside, so be careful,” Sammi advised. Jeremy nodded. Though he had nothing to feel ashamed of where Felix was concerned, he wanted some answers of his own before he ended up in the hot seat.

The pure, untampered-with beauty of the lake never ceased to amaze Yasmin. She’d spent so many hours by it before, either to test her powers or just to clear her mind. Whether it was the nix part of her that found the gentle ripples of the water so calming, Yasmin wasn’t sure, but it worked a treat regardless.

Now, it was serving as the perfect location for some quiet reflection. Moving back home didn’t feel like a fulfilling move to Yasmin. She thrived in the college environment, living with her friends and putting the work in towards the career in medicine she was so keen to achieve. Summertime had applied the brakes when Yasmin wanted to keep driving forward.

If she couldn’t have that, the lakehouse was a satisfying consolation prize in the meantime. Some rest and relaxation couldn’t have done her any harm, Yasmin concluded, and college had been so full-on. Josh always said she worked too hard; Yasmin didn’t believe that was possible.

“Hey, Yasmin,” Mia called out, jogging over to the dock, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine,” Yasmin assured, “Just taking in the sights.”

“It’s pretty gorgeous, right?” Mia agreed, “George and I have spent so many nights out here. Perfect place for date night.”

“It’s so calming,” Yasmin added. She loved Mia’s innocence. Somehow, George had managed to keep her out of the supernatural world entirely. Perhaps there was some benefit to not-knowing after all?

“We’ve got a spare room if you want it,” she kindly offered.

“I’d love to, but I know my mom’s been so excited to have me home,” Yasmin sighed. She’d love to live at the lakehouse, but all she could think of was her chat with Lily that morning. She wasn’t a hypocrite. It was time to start appreciating her mum.

“Well, you’re welcome here any time,” Mia smiled again.

“Hey, ready to go?” Lily called from the back door. Of course – Caroline and Ed’s ‘welcome home’ party. Yasmin had almost forgotten.

“Coming,” Yasmin called back, before checking her hair in her phone camera to make sure she looked her best. She turned back to Mia, “Are you joining us?”

“Show me a party I couldn’t make,” Mia laughed. Yasmin felt so positive just from talking to Mia. If only everyone could take a leaf out of her book.

Heart beating like crazy, Jono couldn’t believe what he was about to do. It was something he had dreamed of for a long time, and they’d even talked about it on so many occasions, but it felt unreal that the day had finally come. There was truly nothing he wanted more, and he was confident Dylan felt the same.

He was sure some people would say it’s premature, but Jono couldn’t disagree more. He’d been planning this moment for months, saving up and waiting for the perfect chance. After all, spending time inside the vision world was quite the reality check, not knowing if he’d ever see Dylan again. He needed to make sure they’d be together forever.

Furthermore, Dylan’s advice and comfort after the horrible night Jono had was enough to keep him pushing on. He knew he loved Dylan a long time ago, and his future involved Dylan every step of the way.

The anticipation was unbearable. So much could go wrong, and Jono didn’t want to make a fool of himself, nor did he want to embarrass Dylan. That’s why he thought it best to happen in private – that way, there was no pressure on Dylan. He knew him too well to put him through that.

Now, all he needed was for Dylan to arrive back from his chat with Caroline. The party was continuing around Jono. Everyone else was oblivious to his plan, and it was difficult to blend in and act like nothing was happening. His mind was too busy performing somersaults. Time had come to a standstill. It was excruciating.

Then he arrived. Quietly, Dylan slipped back into the room. He looked surprisingly chirpy, which could only mean one thing: the chat with Caroline went well. That also spelled good news for Jono – his moment had been chosen well.

“Hey, how did the chat go?” Jono quietly asked, not intending to pry. Dylan looked around, checking nobody was paying them any attention.

“Okay, promise you won’t tell anyone. Not yet, anyway,” Dylan lowered his voice.

“Promise,” Jono nodded, intrigued. Dylan looked so excited.

“Mom’s pregnant,” Dylan revealed with a huge smile on his face, “I’m getting a baby brother or sister.”

“What? Oh my god Dyl, that’s amazing,” Jono was delighted, keeping the noise down.

“I know, right?” Dylan was visibly buzzing, “Are you okay now?”

“Yeah,” Jono assured, “In fact, there was something I wanted to ask you, in private. Don’t worry, it’s nothing bad. Promise.” Jono knew Dylan would worry, but he had no need to. Jono was doing more than enough worrying for the both of them.

“Sure,” Dylan anxiously replied before leading Jono into the kitchen. Jono’s heart was racing. He still had the chance to back out, but he didn’t want to. He knew this was the moment. Now, it was in Dylan’s hands.

“Okay,” Jono gathered all the courage he could find and took a deep breath in. He could barely think straight. Anxiety was consuming him.

“Jono, are you sure everything’s alright?” Dylan was concerned, but he didn’t need to be.

“I was wondering,” Jono reached into his back pocket and took out a box. It was perfectly plain; the direct contrast of what was inside. He flicked the box open, exposing its contents to Dylan, who looked on in disbelief, “Dylan Drummond, you’re the only person I’ve ever loved. You’ve literally saved my life, more than once, and I can’t imagine living without you. Would you do me the honour of becoming my husband?”

That was it. He couldn’t take it back now. Immediately, Jono examined Dylan’s face. He was stunned, but smiling as if he couldn’t restrain himself. That was a good sign. He was looking at the box. Jono had saved up to get the perfect ring for Dylan – silver, with a dash of red in the centre. The cost wouldn’t be important to Dylan, but he had to know Jono was serious.

“Of course,” Dylan replied after what felt like an hour-long wait. Jono started laughing. The anxiety had faded. All he felt was pure joy and elation, “You knew I’d prefer this in private?”

“I know you inside out, Dyl,” Jono smiled.

“You got it spot on,” Dylan chuckled, “I don’t know what to say.”

“Just kiss me then,” Jono directed. Dylan didn’t need to be asked twice. Jono had never enjoyed the feeling of Dylan’s lips so much. He was on cloud nine, and nothing was going to ruin his mood.

Adjusting his trousers as he walked, Oscar had to quickly get into the zone – mentally and physically. Keisha always had a good reason for summoning Cody, and usually, it meant that they had a visitor. In the likelihood that they did have a guest, Oscar had to look vaguely presentable. Cody had standards to maintain.

“Hair tie,” Cody demanded as they speed-walked to the communal area. The warehouse was huge, with the central communal area taking up the most room, spanning the length of the entire area. Small side-rooms acted as bedrooms, and they even had a kitchen and bathroom installed. They’d gone to great efforts to make it homely.

“Here,” Oscar twisted it off his wrist and handed it to Cody, who swept his unruly red curls into a smart bun. Oscar always kept a few spare hair ties for him on his wrist, just to be safe.

Keisha was waiting for them in the communal area, which was split into numerous small sections. A few sofas surrounded a television, but Keisha’s location spoke volumes. She was stood in the very centre, without a furnishing in sight. This was where business happened. She had her hands on her hips, and directed a stern glare straight towards Oscar. He sighed – if only she knew he was the reason Cody has even bothered to turn up.

Archie was by her side – six foot with an eight pack, Oscar was terrified of Archie when they first met. Surprisingly though, he was the first of Cody’s pack to accept him. He was a complete softy, not that he’d ever admit it.

“What’s the deal?” Cody questioned, standing in the centre of the room.

“It was nice of you to show up,” Keisha wasn’t letting it go. Oscar understood her frustrations, but she directed it at the wrong person.

“I’m here, Keisha, now are we getting on with it? Or did you just fancy wasting my time?” Cody was getting agitated. Oscar hated the tension between them – it had been there since his arrival, and months had passed since then with little change.

“We’re getting on with it,” Archie intervened, playing the peacekeeper – and not for the first time, “We caught someone trying to break in. He says he needs our help.”

“So why didn’t he use the front door?” Cody wondered. This wasn’t their first request for help. Cody’s status went a long way.

“He said he’s not from around here,” Archie continued.

“Bring him in,” Cody ordered. A door clanged from across the warehouse. Footsteps grew closer. Mariana arrived – the fourth and final member of the pack. She was the strategist, and the smartest of any of them. There was a lad with her, keeping his head down. He had a thick, messy array of curls that covered much of his face.

“Who are you?” Cody interrupted as Mariana pushed him onto the floor in the middle.

“Please, help me,” he begged. Oscar knew that voice anywhere. It was strangely comforting.

“Who are you?” Cody questioned again, more firmly that time. He looked up, exposing his face for the first time.

“Brett Sutton,” he introduced, “My boyfriend got kidnapped. I need your help, please.”

2: Genetics Written by MarthaJonesFan

Finally, summer had arrived. First year of college was over, and Brett was exhausted. It had been an intense year of basketball training mixed with studying, and he was getting closer and closer to the dream of playing as a professional. Now, he was ready to recharge his batteries for the summer, with the one he loved most.

Johnny stepped out of the car first. It was like returning home, and they’d both been counting down the days until their return. It was a driving force behind their college work, and the time had finally arrived.

Perhaps it was strange that what was originally used as a safehouse had become their perfect holiday destination, but Brett had no shame. Ed had decommissioned the hut from police use, meaning it was all theirs for a summer spent in each other’s arms.

“At last. Peace and quiet,” Johnny commented. It was blissfully silent, thanks to the empty road and lack of surrounding buildings.

Inside, the place looked surprisingly messy. It only had the bare minimum furnishings anyway, but what it did have was strangely erratic, as if there had been a struggle.

“Has someone else been here?” Johnny cautiously wondered.

“Not that I know of,” Brett replied. The only people who knew about the hut were Ed and the rest of Dylan’s pack, and truthfully, Brett had only sent them the occasional message over the past year. Supernatural chat was off the table and it was all about small talk, but Brett understood – he’d made the decision to move away, after all, “I suppose we’d better get cleaning.”

“Oh shit,” Johnny gasped, “I forgot to pack the vacuum.” A cheeky smile rose on his face.

“Well, you’d better find one then,” Brett teased. Johnny playfully glared at him. They took the mick out of each other constantly, but it was always from a place of love. After all, they’d had their whole lives to perfect the art.

Collapsing onto the sofa, Brett felt exhausted. They had spent the whole day cleaning and tidying the hut, and now it was completely spotless. At last, their summer could truly begin. Brett laid down across Johnny’s lap, his legs dangling over the opposite end of the sofa. He felt so comfortable there, glancing up at Johnny’s beautiful face. He was gorgeous from every angle.

For ten minutes, they laid perfectly still. No music or television, just each other’s company. It was all they needed, and there was nowhere else Brett would rather be. They had space and privacy – something he was guaranteed not to get at home.

“I almost forgot,” Johnny broke the silence. Brett sat up, allowing Johnny to leap off the sofa, “Drinks. We need to celebrate the start of summer.”

“You’re talking my language,” Brett smiled. Perhaps that was the one way to make their evening even better. Johnny bounced into the kitchen while Brett found a new position on the sofa to feel comfortable in.

Five minutes passed. Brett had scrolled up and down through his Instagram while he waited. It was completely mundane, but passed the time. Strangely, Johnny was still in the kitchen. Fetching drinks was taking a surprisingly long time.

“Johnny,” Brett called out. No response. This was probably one of his pranks. He was surely hiding somewhere, ready to jump out at him for a laugh. It wouldn’t have been the first time.

Nevertheless, Brett cautiously crept towards the kitchen. It was eerily silent. It was never quiet for this long when Johnny was around. Brett couldn’t deny – he was concerned.

Scarily, the kitchen was empty, and the back door was wide open. Johnny couldn’t possibly have gone to another room – that would have involved walking past the living room – so he must have been outside. Confused, Brett looked around from the doorstep. No sign, left or right. His emotions were all over the place, but worry was definitely prevailing. Johnny’s pranks weren’t ever that elaborate.

Stepping back inside, Brett tried calling Johnny. His stomach sank when he spotted Johnny’s phone vibrating on top of the kitchen counter. That was the final straw. Johnny never went anywhere without his phone – not even the bathroom.

Then he saw it. Easy to miss on a quick glance, but now Brett couldn’t unsee it. Blood. Blood that definitely wasn’t there before. After all, they had just cleaned the place from top to bottom.

Brett panicked. He needed help, and fast.

Carrying a glass of water in one hand and a change of clothes in another, Oscar speed-walked into his bedroom. He wanted to do everything he could to help, and that included being hospitable. Nobody else seemed interested in doing that.

Brett was sat in the centre of Oscar and Cody’s bed. He looked glum to say the least, his head tilted downwards. The bags around his eyes said a lot, much like his rosy red cheeks. Archie was stood guard by the bedroom door, but quite why, Oscar didn’t know. Brett wasn’t a prisoner, and Oscar trusted him more than anyone else in the warehouse. Cody included.

“We’ll be fine,” Oscar nodded to Archie, trying to shake him off.

“Shout if you need me,” Archie got the hint, slipping out of the room.

“He looks scary,” Brett broke his silence now they were alone.

“He’s sweet really, I promise,” Oscar revealed, approaching the bed, “Room for a little one?” Brett shuffled over, making room for Oscar to sit on one side of the bed.

“I feel empty,” Brett opened up. He had told the group about Johnny’s disappearance. Oscar had seen first-hand just how close they were. History like theirs carried so much weight.

“I understand,” Oscar consoled. He’d felt empty ever since abandoning the pack. He knew the feeling well, “Is there anything you need?” He passed Brett the water and placed the clothes next to him.

“No, that’s good,” Brett raised half a smile, “But I’d appreciate the company. I wasn’t expecting a familiar face. That was kind-of the point.”

“Why didn’t you go to Dylan?” Oscar queried. After all, Dylan wasn’t exactly miles away.

“We’ve not really spoken about anything supernatural since I left. I get it, it was my choice to leave for college, but I think I gave up my place in the in-crowd too. This way, there’s no awkward reunions. We can get straight to business,” Brett justified, “Which brings me to the burning question. Why are you here?”

“It’s a long story, honestly,” Oscar sighed.

“Is Dylan okay?” Brett was concerned.

“As far as I know. It’s been a long time since I last saw him,” Oscar mentioned. He missed his old friendships so much.

“Well, either way, these guys don’t seem as friendly. Have I come to the right place?” Brett worried.

“Yes. I promise,” Oscar assured. No matter what, he would do everything he could to help Brett.

It had been a long time since Dylan last woke up feeling so positive. He had an immediate fire inside of him, and he felt like he was glowing on the outside. It was the warmest, most exciting feeling, and only one person could make him feel that way.

Jono hadn’t woken up yet, so Dylan was enjoying just watching him sleep. He was so peaceful, and he always looked so beautiful when he slept. If nobody was perfect, Jono was as close as anyone had ever come.

Dylan couldn’t pretend he wasn’t worried about Jono, though. He was hugely shaken by his nightmare the night before, in a way Dylan had never seen before. At least he seemed to be having a better night now they were in their own bed.

That said, the main focus of Dylan’s mind was the proposal. He’d dreamed of marrying Jono one day, but now, it felt realer than ever. He couldn’t believe he was looking at his fiancée, but it felt amazing. The future was so exciting, but the next step was daunting. They had to tell people, and soon, because the ring on his finger wouldn’t go unnoticed for very long.

“Good morning, fiancée,” Jono smiled as he stirred.

“Oh, hey,” Dylan’s mood lifted further, “Sleep well?”

“Like a baby. Or wolf cub. Whatever a baby werewolf would be,” Jono chuckled.

“Baby will do,” Dylan laughed.

“I think last night was a one-off,” Jono pondered, “Thank god, because I don’t think I could manage more nights like that. I’d go insane.”

“I’m glad, one less thing for me to worry about,” Dylan admitted.

“You don’t need to worry about me, Dyl. I’m fine,” Jono insisted.

“I know, but I’m always going to worry. I can’t help it,” Dylan replied. It was natural, and only proved how much he cared about Jono.

“True. I mean, I can’t say I don’t worry about you,” Jono accepted, “And you can handle yourself better than anyone I know.” Dylan blushed. He wasn’t sure he agreed, but Jono did so much good for his self-confidence.

Interrupting his train of thought, Dylan heard a car pull up outside. He sat up in bed and peered through the window behind. He’d never seen that car before, but he knew who it had to belong to. The visitor nobody had invited.

“Is that her?” Jono questioned as two people stepped out of the car – a stylish woman from the drivers’ side and a smart man from the passenger seat.

“Yup,” Dylan unenthusiastically replied, “And her new fella, it seems. Oh, boy.”

“Come on, let’s get ready. We’ll face it together,” Jono encouraged. Dylan nodded. He always had the best ideas. Now all he had to overcome was his own anxiety.

Rummaging through the heap of clothes on the floor to find a clean shirt, Freddie was ready for his summer to truly begin. He had no plans for the first day in a long time, other than thrashing Josh in as many videogames as possible, of course.

Across the room, Josh was doing the exact same thing. Their bedroom was in its permanently disorganised state, and no matter how much effort they put into tidying up, it always found its way back to mess.

“One of yours,” Josh flung a pair of boxer shorts at Freddie. He caught them just in time, stopping them colliding with his face.

“I’m not touching any of yours,” Freddie joked, just as he finally found a t-shirt to wear.

Three knocks at the door. Thinking fast, Freddie flung the t-shirt onto his bed and answered it. Ed was outside, already dressed in full sheriff gear for work.

“Hey, can I come in?” Ed queried.

“Sure,” Freddie stepped back, making space. Ed closed the door behind him, “Any news on Oscar?”

“Sorry. I promise you, we’re leaving no stone unturned, but every road we take is a dead end,” Ed solemnly replied. Though everyone was attempting to carry on with life as normal, Freddie knew there was an underlying sadness and uneasiness because of Oscar’s disappearance. It made no sense at all, “I wanted to have a word with you both. Caroline spoke to Dylan last night but I wanted to be the one to tell you guys.”

“This sounds serious,” Josh observed.

“No need to panic, I promise,” Ed insisted, “Caroline and I, we’re having a baby.”

“Shit,” Josh was gobsmacked.

“Another kid living here?” Freddie joked, but he was half-serious. There was only just enough room for the six people currently living in the house.

“I know space is tight,” Ed was ahead of him, “Which is why we’re looking at expanding. Two more bedrooms. One for the baby, and one for you, Freddie.”

“Wait, my own room?” Freddie was taken aback. He wasn’t expecting that bombshell. Strangely, it came as more of a surprise than the baby news.

“If you want it. If not, I’ll make it my man cave, but I don’t think Caroline would agree to that,” Ed chuckled.

“I do,” Freddie accepted, “Of course. Thank you so much.” For a while now, he hadn’t really felt settled anywhere. Ever since leaving the house he grew up in, Freddie felt like he’d moved from pillar to post without settling. Now he had a permanent home.

“Awesome,” Ed smiled proudly, “I’ll see you boys tonight.” He showed himself out while Freddie collapsed onto his bed. He didn’t know what to say, but he felt elated. He was part of a family again. A family that cared for him. That was a feeling he wasn’t expecting to feel again.

“Welcome to the family, bro,” Josh sat next to him, patting him on the back. Freddie couldn’t help smiling, and he wasn’t sure he would stop all day.

Sunbathing at the lakehouse was the perfect way to kickstart summer in Lily’s eyes. She hadn’t felt so calm in a long time. For the first time in ages, she could completely switch off and clear her mind, and it felt so refreshing.

Lying either side of her were Yasmin and Sammi. It was meant to be their girly hangout, and it would’ve been if Sammi hadn’t dragged Jeremy along with her. He was sat up, feet dangling into the lake. Strangely, he’d not said a word since they arrived. Jeremy was far from the most talkative person ever, but he was never this silent.

It had been a while now since they met Jeremy, but Lily still found it strange how she had a family member that she didn’t know existed. The whole time, he’d been living his life in the shadows, yet now, it was hard to imagine a time without him around. Among the chaos and heartache of the Chadwicks, Lily loved that they had found something, or someone, to be positive about.

“What’s the deal with him?” Lily whispered to Sammi.

“He’s lonely. He was going to spend all day sulking in his room,” Sammi explained.

“I don’t get it,” Lily mentioned. Was she missing something? Why was Jeremy lonely?

“Felix,” Yasmin chipped in, “Right? I mean, we saw them yesterday.”

“Err,” Sammi hesitated. The lack of immediate denial was revealing, but Lily assumed it wasn’t her place to say more.

“Right,” Jeremy replied, turning around. Lily’s heart sank. He had been listening, and immediately, she felt guilty.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to pry,” Lily quickly apologised. The last thing she wanted was for Jeremy to feel uncomfortable.

“No, it’s okay. It’s about time you guys knew. Felix is my boyfriend, we’ve been dating for months,” Jeremy revealed sheepishly.

“Aw, that’s so cute,” Lily smiled, “No wonder you’ve been so chirpy recently.”

“Except right now,” Yasmin corrected, “Is everything okay?”

“It’s our first day apart in ages. He’s spending the day with his family, and he doesn’t even want to. It’s his little sister’s birthday so it’s a kids’ party. I miss him. I know it sounds stupid,” Jeremy sighed.

“No, not at all. Missing him isn’t stupid, or bad,” Lily encouraged, “It just means you care for him, and when you see him next, it’ll be even more exciting. One day is a small drop in the ocean in the long run.”

“Thanks,” Jeremy nodded, his face brightening up.

“You’re wasted here,” Sammi smiled, “Charge him for therapy time, Lil.” Lily felt proud of herself. She’d heard enough advice in her lifetime. Giving it back felt so rewarding.

“Hey, what’s that,” Yasmin pointed to the lake. Usually, it was completely clear and clean, and Lily never failed to be awestruck by its beauty. However, a plastic wallet was floating along the top a few metres from the dock. Yasmin sat at the edge of the dock and placed her hand on top of the water. Lily watched in amazement as the wallet glided along to her hand, as if the water was fetching it for her. She swiped it up when it got close enough and took out the sheet of paper wrapped inside.

“What is it?” Sammi keenly wondered.

“Probably someone’s lost homework,” Lily sighed. Her interest was considerably lower.

“No,” Yasmin looked stunned, “Read it.” She held it up for them to see. Lily was horrified. It wasn’t even close to what she expected. The piece of paper was a handwritten note. Handwritten in blood.

My dear Samantha and Jeremy.

See you soon.

Love, Dad x

Lily looked nervously around the group. Sammi and Jeremy had the same horrified expression on their face. Lily herself felt sick. She didn’t know what to say.

“Okay,” Yasmin broke the awkwardness, “This is a prank. It has to be, right? Whoever sent that note can’t be far, so how about we go and find them?” Lily nodded. Yasmin always had the best ideas. Whoever did this, though, clearly had it in for them. They had to be careful.

Escorted back into the main warehouse area, Brett was taking in the sights. It was a huge building with more room than Cody’s pack would ever need, yet it was the perfect hideout – from the outside, it looked like nothing more than a typical warehouse used for industry.

Finding Oscar there was a pleasant surprise. He was just as friendly as he always was, and he still seemed keen to fight Brett’s corner, but not everything added up. Why he wasn’t with Dylan was a mystery. It must have been something pretty damn serious to have ended up like this, and it surely involved this Cody guy.

Oscar led him into a cosy-looking area, with three sofas surrounding a television. Four mugs had been left on the central coffee table – a couple half-finished – next to a couple of magazines.

Waiting for them on one sofa was Cody. His body language said it all. He was sat upright and his facial expression was wholly unfazed. He knew he had all the power. Brett and Oscar sat facing him, as if they were awaiting a verdict in court. Brett felt sick. He’d waited all night, not knowing what was going to happen. It wasn’t his life on the line, either; it was Johnny’s.

“Thank you for waiting, Brett,” Cody began proceedings, “Oscar says you’re a dear friend of his, and any friend of Oscar’s is a friend of mine. I want to help you find your boyfriend. I’ve sent Keisha and Mariana to where you last saw him to gather evidence. In the meantime, is there anything you want to ask?”

That was a big question. So much didn’t make sense to Brett, but this wasn’t the time to ask. This was the only opportunity for a first impression, and he had to make it good. For Johnny’s sake, if nothing else.

“No, I’m good, I think,” Brett lied, “Thank you.”

“How long have you known Oscar?” Cody wondered.

“A couple of years,” Brett replied.

“He was in a few of my classes at school,” Oscar chipped in, steering the discussion. Notably, he seemed to swerve any mention of Dylan, “Brett was one of the first friends I made in Crystalshaw.”

“Sweet, huh?” Cody smiled. He seemed more relaxed now they had been able to talk, and Brett certainly felt it too. He wasn’t going to forget the niggling feeling in the back of his mind telling him that Cody was suspect, but for now, he was giving Brett what he had asked for. A helping hand. If he had to dance with the devil to get Johnny back, then that was what he was prepared to do.

“Tell me, because I’m definitely behind the times, how did you two meet?” Brett saw his moment to get some answers, in the most natural and least suspicious way possible.

“College,” Cody replied very casually. Brett desperately wished he had the ability to listen to his heartbeat. He had to rely on his own powers of deduction instead, “LGBTQ+ society.”

Brett noticed Oscar seemed quite happy for Cody to answer the question, offering no other details. Being reserved wasn’t unusual for Oscar, but the lack of eye contact spoke volumes.

“I love that,” Brett smiled. He was being careful about what he said – though he couldn’t hear heartbeats, Cody could, and the wrong sentence could expose him. Everything he said needed to be the truth.

“Excuse me,” Cody slid his phone out, reading a message for a few moments before turning his focus back to Brett, “Keisha’s got something. They’re on their way back. This could be the clue we need to find Johnny, Brett.”

Brett felt nervous. He desperately needed good news. So far, things were looking up.

Dylan felt sick. It was overwhelming, fogging his brain up with uncomfortable nerves. He hated how much social anxiety consumed him. There was so much he was able to do; being a werewolf came with so many perks, and he could control them like flicking a switch, yet meeting new people still provoked an untameable fear.

It had been a while since the possibility of autism was mentioned to Dylan. He’d spent many a night googling it, and he was amazed at how closely it matched him. Finally, he had a reason for the routines he valued so much. The jokes he missed. The unique viewpoints he brought, for better or for worse. At the very least, he had a reason behind his social anxiety, even without a diagnosis.

For now, though, he had to push through his worries. There was no exit route, not without making a terrible impression. Dylan had to pretend everything was fine and normal, when his life was anything but. He’d become so used to openly discussing werewolf details at home that watching his mouth was going to be a challenge.

Dylan took a deep breath at the bottom of the stairs. He wanted to compose himself and put a brave face on, but it was easier said than done. Jono was a source of encouragement by his side, but that didn’t change the reality. He hated being the centre of attention, and the spotlight was ready and waiting for him.

“Are you ready, fiancée?” Jono whispered. Suddenly, the nerves in Dylan’s stomach gave way. Just for a moment. One blissful moment.

“I am now,” Dylan smiled, “You go first.”

“Okay,” Jono accepted, leading their mini-procession into the living room. Caroline was perched in her usual spot on the sofa, opposite a man and a woman. The woman had a face Dylan knew well, though naturally it had aged slightly in the years since Dylan last saw it.

“Maria, this is…” Caroline introduced.

“Dylan,” Aunt Maria stood up. Her hair was styled as impeccably as Dylan remembered, and she was wearing a stunning light blue dress, keeping the glamour levels at their peak, “Wow, you’ve grown.”

“I know,” Dylan awkwardly replied, not knowing what else to say.

“And this must be Josh,” Maria turned to Jono, who concealed his amusement politely.

“No, that’s Jono,” Caroline corrected with a big, beaming smile on her face. Nothing had ever looked more fake.

“Oh, the boyfriend,” Maria remarked, “Are you both allergic to the hairdressers?”

Dylan wanted to roll his eyes badly. Not once had he ever laughed at a hair joke. He took his appearance seriously. It was his identity, and an integral part of how he expressed himself. Without his hair, he wouldn’t have felt like Dylan Drummond. His looks were not the butt of someone’s joke.

“No,” Dylan stated bluntly but calmly. He held back, opting not to rant at his aunt, but he wasn’t going to play along either. Jono winked at him. An approving wink. He made the right decision.

“Anyway,” Maria looked taken aback, as if she wasn’t used to a tough crowd, “Everyone, this is Mark, my husband.”

She gestured to the gentleman sat next to her. He was a similar age to her, his hair greying but smartly slicked backwards. His style was suave, matched perfectly with Maria’s. His suit jacket was dark blue, over the top of a black, unbuttoned shirt. He meant business, that much was obvious.

“Nice to meet you,” Mark smiled, standing up next to Maria and offering out his hand. Dylan obliged, timidly shaking it before Jono did the same.

“Hey,” Josh sauntered in. As always, he didn’t have a care in the world. If he felt any anxiety, it was covered up expertly, while Dylan felt like he was drowning. Freddie followed behind, much more reservedly. He noticed the company in the room and stopped dead in his tracks. He looked like he’d seen a ghost.

“Josh, Freddie, this is my sister Maria and her husband Mark,” Caroline introduced.

“Dad?” Freddie stuttered. Dylan’s stomach dropped. The mood in the room shifted completely. He didn’t know what to say.

Stepping cautiously over a strangely shaped twig, Yasmin wasn’t feeling so pleased to be trawling through the forest. She’d planned for a day of sunbathing at the lakehouse, not a wild goose chase. That said, she hadn’t thought twice about heading into the woods. This was for Sammi and Jeremy, and they deserved peace of mind.

The strange thing was, they didn’t even know whether this had any connection to the supernatural or not. In fact, Yasmin felt pretty sure it wasn’t. Notes floating along the river weren’t David’s style. It was a practical joke, and the real concern should be finding who the joker was. Somehow, someone knew their story, and they weren’t keeping quiet.

By her side, Yasmin had Jeremy, who wasn’t taking the news so well. Understandably, his dad was a gigantic trigger for his anxiety. After all David had put him through, the fact he hadn’t run away screaming was a testament to Jeremy’s strength.

Yasmin could sympathise, too. She knew all about unhealthy relationships with fathers. Even before she discovered his sickening hobby of hunting werewolves, Yasmin had become distant with her dad. She was better off without him.

“Got anything?” Yasmin questioned, making conversation.

“Nothing at all,” Jeremy sighed. They had split up, with Lily and Sammi venturing in the other direction. It made sense to have one werewolf on each team (or part werewolf, in Lily’s case). Any scents they could discover, or any clues they could find would bring them one step closer, “I don’t think I’m being much help. My mind is so foggy.”

“You’re doing so well, Jeremy,” Yasmin consoled, “All we’re doing is putting your mind at ease. He’s dead, he can’t hurt you now.”

“I know,” Jeremy replied, his mop of curls obscuring eye contact, “But he’s never really gone. He’s still in my mind. In my nightmares. I’ll never be rid of him for good.”

“It gets better,” Yasmin assured, “In time. You will move on, and you will be able to cope. You’ll get there, Jeremy.”

“I hope you’re right,” Jeremy sighed, his voice nervously quivering, “Because I can’t spend any more of my life living scared.”

“Hey, don’t forget that you’re smart, and you’re strong, and you’re your own person. You’re nothing like your dad, and trust me, your mom would be so proud of you,” Yasmin motivated. She knew Jeremy’s story inside out. She knew how much he resented his father for the time he stole from him. The time he could have spent with his mother. Jeremy smiled, brushing the curls out of his eyeline for the first time that day.

“Hold on,” Jeremy’s smile dropped suddenly.

“You got something?” Yasmin quickly refocused. This sounded serious.

“Blood. Down here,” Jeremy led the way down a small slope. At the bottom was exactly what Yasmin had feared. A body. A young man, eyes wide open but with no life inside them. His throat had been slashed, with dried blood coating his naked body. Yasmin needed to call Ed. They needed back-up.

His arms were shaking. His mind was spinning. Freddie wasn’t sure what to do. All he knew was that he needed fresh air. The walls of the house were too close. He felt trapped. He had to get out.

Freddie was so confused. Why the hell was his dad in the front room? Why had he decided to show up now? They had spent so many years apart that his arrival was simply an insult. How dare he walk back into Freddie’s life just because he felt like it?

Leaning against Caroline’s car, Freddie felt a little relief from the fresh air. The gentle breeze helped to slow his mind down, but that didn’t change the core emotion he felt. Freddie was angry. He wanted to scream and yell at him, but Freddie knew better. If he lost control, the wolf would take over. He had to try and keep his composure.

“Freddie,” Josh ran out immediately after him, “Are you okay?”

“Oh my god,” Freddie couldn’t formulate a coherent answer. He was overwhelmed, and emotions were clogging up his judgement.

“Deep breaths,” Josh encouraged, “Sit down, come on.” Josh sat on the ground, his back leaning against the car. Freddie did the same, focusing on his breathing. It was working. He felt his mind slowing still, little by little, but his hands were still awfully shaky.

“How can he be here?” Freddie ranted.

“He’s Maria’s husband. What a weird coincidence, huh?” Josh calmly answered. Perhaps it seemed like a coincidence, but Freddie remained unconvinced. Josh didn’t know everything yet.

“I got a text, from an unknown number, claiming to be my dad. I thought it was a stupid joke, but now he’s actually here. He got my number. He knew exactly where I’d be,” Freddie mentioned.

“Oh shit,” Josh processed.

“He’s been out of my life for sixteen years. I’ve got no memories of him at all. When mom died, we heard nothing. Not even a word. George became mom and dad to me, because my real dad couldn’t even be bothered,” Freddie let out his frustrations.

“You don’t owe him anything, dude,” Josh reminded, “If my birth parents showed up out of nowhere and wanted to get to know me, I’d tell them where to shove it. Family isn’t always about blood. George isn’t your only brother. You’ve got Dylan. Jono. Me. Your family is here.”

Freddie wiped tears from his eyes. Josh was right. Family had a new definition for him, and he had so many people around him that cared. There was still one problem, though, and it wasn’t one Freddie could swerve so easily.

“He’s living here, though. He’s living in my house. I can’t get away,” Freddie sighed.

“Hey,” Dylan rushed out, “Sorry, we tried to get away but Maria kept talking.” Jono followed straight behind him and they sat cross-legged in front of Freddie and Josh, “Are you okay?”

“Not really,” Freddie sighed, “Thanks for being here for me, all of you, but I think I need a bit of alone time.”

“Of course, whatever you need,” Josh heaved himself up, Dylan and Jono following his lead, “Text me whenever you’re ready.”

“I will. Thanks,” Freddie nodded, wiping another tear from his eye. There was only one person he wanted to speak to. He had to talk to George.

Having seen so much in the supernatural world, very little seemed to faze Sammi these days. She felt confident in herself and her abilities, even as a human. Dylan had never made her feel lesser for not having all of the powers that the rest of the pack had. In fact, it was quite the opposite.

That said, there was one exception. One thing always sent a shiver through her entire body. Her father. Sammi never could have predicted how quickly she would go from being her dad’s number one girl, to being terrified from the mere mention of his name.

Of course, Sammi wasn’t stupid. She knew her dad was dead, but why did she still feel so terrified of him? She’d tried to bury him so deep inside of her, and amazingly, it had mostly worked. Having a boyfriend and discovering a twin brother helped distract her mind. The downside was that hearing his name dragged those memories straight back up. She’d never truly be able to escape him.

“If only this were handwritten,” Lily thought aloud, taking another look at the note. Sammi found it intriguing – why would someone go to the effort of printing off a typed-up note? Somebody was very keen to cover their tracks.

“Notes were never his style anyway,” Sammi recalled, “I mean, he unleashed a whole damn virus.” Her dad was ruthless, and never cared who he was hurting, even if it was one of his own. This was a pretty weak imitation.

“But how does anyone know about this? How did they know you were here?” Lily pondered.

“I mean, he did infect almost every werewolf in Crystalshaw at the Nemeton. He’s not exactly unknown around here,” Sammi sighed. His reputation followed her around, and quite frankly, it made her feel embarrassed.

“So we narrow it down. Someone’s after revenge, and it’s not okay,” Lily insisted, “Nobody messes with my cousins. Us Chadwicks have to look after each other.”

“How did I ever cope without you?” Sammi chuckled. Lily and Jono felt much more like her older siblings. They protected each other at all costs.

“It’s a true mystery,” Lily laughed. Quickly, her smile faded. The mood rapidly shifted. Sammi felt that now-familiar sensation at the bottom of her stomach. She was nervous. She knew they were in danger.

“What’s up?” Sammi questioned, keeping her voice low.

“We’re not alone,” Lily replied with a quiver in her voice. Sammi couldn’t help panicking. Very few people knew where they were. Either it was Yasmin and Jeremy playing a practical joke, or they’d succeeded. They’d found the person they were looking for.

Something swooped past. Sammi spun around, just missing the opportunity to see what it was. As she spun, Sammi’s heart dropped. Lily had gone. Whoever it was – or whatever it was – had taken her. Sammi was on her own.

“Lily?” Sammi called out, to no avail. Silence followed. She needed help, and fast.

3: Cowardice Written by MarthaJonesFan

Running towards the lakehouse felt like an easy morning jog for Freddie. Sprinting straight through the forest would have been an impossible task just a few years back, when Freddie was still human, but now, it was basically as easy as a five-minute walk. His fitness levels had never been stronger.

Exercise wasn’t at the forefront of Freddie’s mind, though. All he wanted to do was get to George, and he’d have crossed the whole country if necessary. He needed his brother.

Though Josh had done a good job at calming Freddie down, he still felt on-edge. He had so many questions, but didn’t have the courage to face his dad again to ask them. After all, he was the only one with the answers.

Talking to George was more important, anyway. He was the one who had been burnt worst by their dad. He was the one who had to pick up the most slack. He was the one who became Freddie’s parent-figure when their mum died. Freddie owed it to George to be the one to tell him.

Freddie felt an immediate sense of relief upon seeing George’s car on the driveway. Nervously, he slid the key into the lock, though it took a couple of attempts to line it up correctly; Freddie couldn’t help himself shaking. Inside, the lakehouse was eerily quiet. Nobody was home. No Alex. No Lily. No Mia. And, disappointingly, no George. Where was he? Freddie was beginning to stress out again. He needed George. Waiting was only going to worry him more.

“Freddie?” a voice called out from the doorway. George’s voice. Relieved, Freddie ran to meet him. He and Mia were carrying a couple of shopping bags each.

“Hey, I need to talk to you. It’s urgent,” Freddie skipped over the pleasantries.

“Um, okay, can’t it wait a few minutes? I’ve got frozen stuff in here,” George looked confused.

“Dad’s back,” Freddie dropped the bombshell. George’s face said it all. They were in the deep end, and neither of them knew how to swim.

Dylan’s mind was blown. His day was already pretty crazy and it wasn’t lunchtime yet. He was in a daze as he tried to process what was going on around him. The arrival of Aunt Maria was pretty huge on its own, and adjusting to that took a lot of energy.

Never, though, did Dylan expect his aunt to be married to Freddie’s dad. He’d not really given much thought to Freddie’s parents. He knew the story of his mum and what happened afterwards, but his dad almost never got a mention. After all, Freddie never really knew him. Dylan couldn’t imagine how he must have felt.

Begrudgingly, Dylan headed back inside to face his newly extended family. Talking to Maria was the last thing he wanted to do. He was even less enthusiastic than he usually was about a social situation. Freddie was the only thing on his mind. Small talk was not a priority.

“I’m going to get a drink,” Dylan decided, dipping into the kitchen and swerving the living room. He planned to take as long as possible, to miss as much conversation as he could. He struggled to pretend to care when Maria hadn’t been a fixture in his life for a long time.

Jono and Josh followed him into the kitchen like lost puppies. He knew they were aware of exactly how he felt, and it meant a lot to Dylan that they were by his side. They were the people who knew him best, after all.

“You could cut the atmosphere in there with a knife,” Josh commented, trying to lighten the mood.

“I can’t believe that’s Freddie’s dad,” Jono was gobsmacked.

“He’ll be okay, he just needs time,” Josh reassured, “Not like any of us are new to the concept of problematic parents.”

“You can say that again,” Jono sighed, before turning to face Dylan, “You’re doing so well, by the way.”

“I feel like I’m drowning,” Dylan opened up. He was exhausted, and it wasn’t even lunchtime yet. Jono held his hand up to Dylan’s cheek, gently caressing it with his thumb. It felt so soothing, as if Jono was taking each and every worry away from him, one-by-one.

“Wait up,” Josh interrupted, pointing at Jono’s hand, “That’s…that’s a ring.”

“Yes,” Jono smirked playfully, “Well noticed.”

“Are you two…?” Josh’s face filled with excitement. Dylan’s mood was much the same – just thinking about it made him feel so much better.

“Yup,” Dylan smiled proudly. Despite Josh’s distraction, he and Jono hadn’t lost eye contact for a single second.

“Okay, you have to tell me everything,” Josh sat down at the dining table, “It’s not every day your brother gets engaged, right?”

“What?” a new voice entered the room. Caroline. She was stood in the doorway, looking more stunned than Dylan had ever seen before. They needed to talk.

Lights flickering on. Lily shielded her eyes. It was a harsh contrast from the dark room she had been kept in for…well, she didn’t know how long. It had felt like forever. She had no way of knowing the time, and somehow, that made it feel like she’d been there for days.

Everything that had happened was a complete blur. She remembered being outside in the woods with Sammi, but since then, all she’d seen was darkness. Lily was terrified. She’d called out for help to no avail, and she’d not seen a single person since she woke up. Someone must have put her there, but who? Who hated her that much?

At least Lily could finally see where she was. It was an abandoned shop, still complete with furnishings. Lily was sat with her back against the counter, directly behind a row of shelving units with only dust coating the surfaces. The large windows at the front were completely boarded up, not allowing even a small speck of sunlight in. Lily was cut off completely from the outside world. The perfect hiding place, but a nightmare prison cell.

Of course, Lily had tried to escape. She had barely stopped. The ropes around her wrists and ankles were too much, though. She had many werewolf abilities: enhanced hearing and vision, and the ability to heal. Sadly, super-strength wasn’t included. Furthermore, it had been a long time since she’d had something to eat or drink. She was shattered.

“Lily,” a voice whispered uncomfortably. It felt like the person, whoever they were, had spoken directly into her ear.

“Who are you?” Lily yelled back.

“Lily,” the voice repeated, never going above a whisper. Whoever it was knew how to project their voice. They knew she had wolf hearing.

“Come out and see me,” Lily called out, “Only cowards hide in the dark.”

“Lily,” the voice continued. It was definitely male, but that was all Lily could distinguish. The whisper concealed its identity well, and that did nothing to help her nerves.

“What do you want?” Lily asked the most important question. She was there for a reason, and there was no doubt about that in her mind.

The lights flickered. Floorboards creaked, initially in the distance but the sounds crept closer, slowly but surely. Whoever it was, they were on their way. Lily’s fears were growing. Was it going to be someone she knew? There was nobody that came to her mind. It had to be someone new, but whoever they were, they knew about her. They knew about her family. Had someone been watching them? So many questions.

A door slammed open behind her. The counter blocked her view, but she could hear a heartbeat. Lily wasn’t alone any longer.

“Who’s there?” Lily called, not quite as loudly this time, “Show yourself. Come on.”

“It’s been a long time,” the voice stated, no longer whispering. Lily shuddered. She knew that voice. She’d pick it out anywhere. It was a voice she shouldn’t have heard. He couldn’t have been there. He shouldn’t have been there, “But it’s so good to see my niece again.”

“David,” Lily uttered as he finally showed his face. He looked the same as ever, as if he was living his best life. Lily felt so unsafe.

“And it’s about time I put you out of your misery,” David stated ominously. Before Lily could process anything, David launched at her. His fangs sank into her neck, pain immediately shooting through her body. Lily screamed in pain, but she couldn’t get away.

It was too late.

Jeremy knew that dead bodies were part and parcel of what the pack often dealt with. He’d seen more than his fair share in just a couple of years. That didn’t make it any easier, though. A young man had been cruelly murdered, the scent of his fear still lingering around his lifeless body, with all of his potential snatched away from him in an instant. Whoever did that couldn’t have had a heart.

The small comfort Jeremy could find came from the determination he shared with Yasmin. They weren’t going to let this lie. The killer had to be caught.

Taking a seat next to Yasmin in front of the sheriff’s desk, Jeremy was ready to get to business. He knew that Ed was the right person to be on the case. Ed was darn good at his job, but he was also the only officer who knew about the supernatural. He was able to be open-minded in any cases he investigated, and that was always a big helping hand.

“Was this one of your, you know, premonitions?” Ed queried from the other side of the desk. He’d picked them up from the crime scene while forensics worked their magic. Jeremy was just relieved to be somewhere safer – he still felt shaken from the note, let alone the body.

“I mean, probably,” Yasmin replied, uncertain, “We were just walking. There aren’t any alarm bells in my mind when I have a premonition.”

“Let me tell you, you’re getting a bit of a reputation for finding dead bodies,” Ed commented, “The other deputies don’t know the truth, of course.”

“Guess that makes me the grim reaper of Crystalshaw, huh?” Yasmin joked, but she seemed unimpressed.

“No, not at all. Did you see anyone else?” Ed continued probing.

“Nobody,” Yasmin verified.

“Lily and Sammi went in the other direction,” Jeremy chipped in.

“Have you heard from them?” Ed wondered.

“No, not since we split up,” Jeremy answered, before the panic button set off in his head, “What if they’re in danger? The killer could be out there.”

“Relax, the forensics said the body’s been there at least a couple of days,” Ed reassured.

“So the person who sent the note isn’t the killer,” Yasmin pieced the information together.

“Note?” Ed was confused.

“Lily has it. A note to Sammi and me, from our dad, supposedly,” Jeremy replied.

“Your dad? Isn’t he dead?” Ed processed.

“Yeah, so this is some cruel trick. We went to investigate,” Jeremy clarified.

“Weird stuff is happening, I’ll give you that,” Ed mentioned, “Because the injuries on this body are consistent with five other bodies we’ve discovered in the past fortnight.”

“You think it’s supernatural?” Yasmin considered.

“Hard to say either way, but if you ended up finding this body, I’m leaning towards yes,” Ed answered.

“Guys,” Sammi burst in, panting loudly and looking exhausted.

“What’s up?” Jeremy was worried.

“Lily’s been taken,” Sammi announced. Jeremy’s heart sank. They were being targeted.

“I can’t believe him,” George paced up and down the living room. Freddie completely understood how he felt – even after having time to process what had happened, he was seething.

As expected, George was just as furious. He was the person who had been affected the most by their dad. As a child, he’d spent time with him. Built a relationship with him. Then it was snatched away in an instant. In a strange way, Freddie felt somewhat grateful for not getting the chance to get to know him. He was fortunate to swerve the rage and grief that George felt.

“How dare he show up unannounced and try to play happy families?” George ranted, “He abandoned his kids. He left his wife, and she never saw him again. Mom died never knowing why he left. If he steps anywhere near the lakehouse…”

“Hey, take a seat,” Mia urged, her tone soothing and calm.

“I don’t want to,” George continued.

“Dude,” Freddie agreed with Mia. He had every right to be annoyed, but this wasn’t solving anything. They needed a plan of action.

“Okay,” George sighed, collapsing onto the armchair, “How long has he been here?”

“Not long, I came here straight away. He’s married to Dylan’s aunt, George. He’s staying at the house,” Freddie explained.

“Shit,” George only felt angrier.

“You can stay here if you want, Freddie. We’ve got the spare bed ready any time,” Mia offered.

“Thanks,” Freddie nodded, “I didn’t know what to say to him, so I just ran out.”

“You did the right thing, dude,” George encouraged. Freddie knew he wasn’t just referring to his composure, but also his control over the wolf, but Mia was still in-the-dark as far as that was concerned, “He’s not worth your time.”

“I can’t help thinking, though. There’s so much he doesn’t know about me. He doesn’t know that I graduated high school, when I was almost excluded years ago. He doesn’t know about my ADHD diagnosis. He doesn’t know I go to college. He doesn’t know I have a girlfriend,” Freddie continued.

“And that’s his fault,” Mia replied, “Look, I come from a close family. I’m fortunate to have both my mom and dad, so I can’t pretend to know how you both feel. What I do know, though, is that the next step is yours. Make sure you’re deciding for the benefit of yourselves and not him.”

Freddie couldn’t help considering Mia’s words. He was too annoyed to consider what he truly wanted. The jury was still out, but he had a decision to make. Whatever it was, he and George had to be on the same page.

Having spent so many months hiding in the shadows, it felt strange to Oscar that he was out in such a public place. Crystalshaw town was the closest he had been to home in so long. Being around so many different people, observing the varied faces and personalities that brushed past him. It was far too exciting for something so mundane.

Of course, Oscar knew he had to take precautions. There was no way Cody would let him walk around in such an open space like nothing had happened. They had a deal, and Cody wouldn’t ever risk jeopardising it. It wouldn’t have ended well for Dylan, anyway, so Dylan ensured he kept his hood up, pushing his shaggy blonde locks behind his ears. Nobody would easily be able to identify him that way.

It wasn’t a casual day out, though. Nothing as ever that simple as far as Cody was concerned. Oscar knew that more than most. Keisha had a lead. A lead that could potentially lead them to Johnny. Brett had been buzzing ever since Cody promised an update. It felt like they were making good progress. They were so close to Johnny.

Keisha led them down an alleyway. The tall shop buildings either side blocked out any hope of natural sunlight, so an ominous shadow was cast along the long, narrow path. Oscar brought up the rear as the group meandered around wheelie bins and lampposts along the way. Brett walked just in front; Oscar could sense the electric anticipation he was feeling. He was expecting good news, and Oscar was so pleased for him. Brett deserved to be happy.

“What are we looking for?” Oscar enquired. He’d been told precious little so far. Keisha was keeping him just as in the dark as Brett, who was an outsider to their pack.

“I’m tracking a scent, I need silence,” Keisha hit back. Oscar rolled his eyes. He was used to her attitude, but it didn’t make it any easier to put up with.

“Keisha and Mariana took one of Johnny’s shirts around to some contacts. Someone recognised the scent and directed us here,” Cody explained, playing mediator as always.

“Have you been here before?” Oscar wondered.

“The town? Yeah, who hasn’t?” Brett answered, “But not this place. I’ve never even noticed it before.”

“Is that relevant?” Keisha rudely barked.

“Yes, actually. Why here? There are so many places he could be. Nothing is ever random,” Oscar kept his composure, as much as he wanted to shout. He knew that would only make things worse.

“Bullshit,” Keisha scoffed.

“Enough,” Cody demanded, “We have to keep an open mind, but first, rescuing Johnny is our priority.” Oscar nodded. Cody kept the peace so well, as if he was born with the ability to please everyone. Oscar was envious.

“We’re close,” Keisha changed focus. Brett’s excitement levels were peaking, Oscar could feel it against his skin. He felt more pessimistic, though. The alleyway turned a sharp left, but still, there was very little in sight. Where was Johnny supposed to be? There were clearly no other people around, even despite the lack of natural light illuminating the walkway.

“Stop,” Keisha ordered, “The scent’s weaker again. Move back.” Oscar shuffled backwards, swerving a large rubbish bin parked next to the back entrance of a shop.

“In here?” Brett wondered. Oscar felt sick. Why would Johnny have been in a random bin? It wasn’t sealed shut, even a human would have been able to climb out. Nevertheless, Cody opened the lid and peered inside. Immediately, he withdrew, coughing as if he’d smelt something hideous.

“What?” Brett’s excited face quickly bled into anxiety and panic, “Is he there? Is he unconscious?”

“Brett, I’m so sorry,” Cory composed himself, but his cheeks were almost as red as his hair. His eyes filled with tears in a way that Oscar had never seen before. He was never very emotional, certainly not in front of strangers.

“No,” Brett went to look inside, but Oscar blocked his way, “You don’t want to see it.”

“I have to,” Brett insisted, trying to struggle, but Oscar didn’t let him past. He held him firm as Brett’s struggle collapsed into a desperate hug, “He’s gone, isn’t he?”

“Yes,” Oscar consoled, keeping his arms wrapped tightly around him. As he hugged Brett, Oscar couldn’t help noticing the body inside the bin. Johnny’s eyes were wide open, his throat slashed, with blood stains layered over his naked body. Oscar tried his best to keep his own tears at bay, but it was hard. Johnny didn’t deserve this.

“Put your hands in the air,” a command came from behind them. Flashing lights. Footsteps. Heartbeats. Oscar looked around to see armed police.

“Come on,” Cody held out a hand.

“Hands up,” the officer yelled, pointing a gun directly at Oscar and Brett.

“I can’t leave him,” Oscar insisted. Cody and Keisha leapt upwards, climbing the surrounding brick walls and escaping before the officers could react. Oscar broke the hug and held his hands up, setting the example for Brett. Whatever was going on, they had to co-operate. Cody would help them out later.

Now, Oscar had to look after Brett, and he had to do it on his own.

Deep breaths in and out. Dylan felt so nervous. His hands were shaking and his right leg was bobbing up and down uncontrollably. He knew this moment was coming, but he wasn’t prepared for it just yet.

Facing him across the dining table was Caroline. Jono and Josh had given them space to talk, but Dylan couldn’t help feeling exposed. His day had been hectic, and Jono and Josh had been his protective barriers. Without them, his emotions were out in the open.

Dylan found it difficult to consider why he was so nervous. Caroline had always been the most supportive mum he could possibly ask for. She never once took issue with his sexuality or his relationship with Jono, and all things considered, she got used to him being a werewolf pretty darn quickly too. Her acceptance wasn’t in question, but Dylan couldn’t help feeling anxious.

“Show me,” Caroline requested. Dylan obliged, placing his left hand on the table. Caroline held his hand, admiring the ring, “I love it. Looks expensive, though.”

“Jono said it wasn’t. It’s beautiful,” Dylan corrected.

“How long ago did it happen?” Caroline queried.

“Just yesterday. We were going to tell you, I promise. Josh is the only other person who knows, and that’s because he guessed about two minutes ago,” Dylan insisted.

“I’m so proud of you, Dylan,” Caroline said as a tear fell from her eyes, “You’re growing up. If someone told me you would be engaged at nineteen, I’d have been worried, but not now. Jono is your one, and you are just right for each other.”

“Thanks mom,” Dylan felt more at ease, “I want this more than anything.”

“That’s how I felt with your dad,” Caroline opened up, “There was this magic from when we first met, and it never went away. I always wanted that for you, and now for Josh too.”

“Do you feel that way about Ed?” Dylan wondered.

“You know, after your dad died, I thought that was it. I thought that feeling was something teenagers felt, and that I’d never experience it again even if I did find someone new. Ed proved me wrong. He taught me how to love again,” Caroline continued, “But I can’t help wondering whether your dad would approve.”

“He would, I know it,” Dylan insisted.

“Maybe, honey,” Caroline smiled, “Nobody knows for sure, though.”

“I never told you, because I didn’t know how,” Dylan cast his mind back a few months, “I saw dad, in Yasmin’s vision.”

“Wait, what?” Caroline was stunned. Even more stunned than when she saw the ring.

“She saw ghosts, mom. Dad helped her out inside her head, and she let me see him. I was going to tell you, but I didn’t want to make you upset, and Yasmin was so weak,” Dylan explained.

“How did he look?” Caroline wiped the streams of tears now flowing.

“Just as I remember, but healthy. He looked happy, mom. He met Jono, and he knows everything about me. He’s happy for me, and he’s happy for you too,” Dylan reassured.

“Yeah?” Caroline sobbed, but Dylan thought they were happy tears. They both cared for Dylan’s dad, and they always would. Now they both deserved to be happy too, “Okay, well, I think we’d better get wedding planning.”

Being back at the forest felt uncomfortable for Sammi. The fear she felt was still very much present. She felt exposed, and whatever took Lily could still be out there. She wasn’t safe.

This time, at least she had company. Yasmin and Jeremy were by her side, and deputies were scattered around looking for evidence. That said, they weren’t far away from where Yasmin had found a dead body, and that only made Sammi feel worse. There had to be a link between this murder and Lily’s kidnap. This was far too strange to be a coincidence.

Sammi couldn’t help feeling guilty for Lily’s disappearance. Perhaps if she paid more attention, she could have helped her? Lacking werewolf abilities didn’t work in her favour, though. All Sammi could think about was why Lily had been taken. Why not Sammi herself? Was it random? Nothing ever seemed to be random in Crystalshaw. There had to be a reason why Lily was chosen. This only confirmed what Sammi already knew – whoever this was, they knew the pack. They knew their story.

“It was about here,” Sammi stood in her exact position from when Lily vanished, “I was facing this way and saw nothing, but it was just for a few seconds.”

“Werewolf,” Yasmin identified immediately, “No human could be that quick.”

“Okay, but which one? I’m starting to think there are more werewolves in this town than humans,” Ed commented.

“We don’t know. They were pretty good at covering their tracks,” Yasmin sighed.

“Someone who knows about our dad,” Jeremy added.

“Which barely narrows it down at all,” Sammi reminded.

“Okay, so let’s forget about the werewolf. Lily still has her phone, right? Can’t we track her?” Jeremy suggested.

“I’ll call the station and get a deputy on it,” Ed decided.

“No need,” Sammi corrected, quickly opening her Snapchat app. The map was a lifesaver – quite literally – and the whole pack knew to keep their location on at all times, “She’s moving. On her way into town.”

“Town? What?” Yasmin was baffled. When even she was confused, Sammi knew she stood no chance.

“Call Jono again,” Ed suggested, “Tell him to meet us there.”

“On it,” Sammi nodded. She turned away from the group and dialled Jono’s number for what felt like the five-hundredth time. He was always glued to his phone, so either he was ignoring her, or something serious was happening. Considering Dylan wasn’t answering either, it was bound to be the latter. As expected, she heard the same old voicemail again. Sammi was worried.

In the corner of her eye, Sammi spotted something familiar. Something completely impossible. Something that couldn’t have been there, yet somehow was. Just a few metres away was one of her old toys – a teddy bear – laid down in front of a tree. A toy she hadn’t seen in years. A toy she’d lost and cried over as a young kid.

“Guys,” Sammi called the others over.

“What’s up?” Yasmin queried.

“Look at that,” Sammi pointed.

“Oh my god, I’ve seen that before,” Jeremy recognised, “In the pictures he used to show me.”

“Who? What?” Ed was baffled.

“Our dad,” Sammi uttered. She felt sick. This was too creepy for words.

Collapsing onto the bed, Jono was anxious. All he could think about was Dylan and how the chat with Caroline was going. He felt confident that she’d take it well, but Dylan wasn’t someone who felt comfortable talking too much about himself. All Jono could do was wait, and he hated feeling like a sitting duck.

Jono couldn’t help reflecting on himself in the meantime. He still had to tell his own parents the big news. Things were still somewhat frosty between them, even if they had improved since they first found out he was a werewolf. Hopefully the good news would go a long way.

“They’re taking ages,” Jono commented.

“It’s not exactly a thirty second conversation topic,” Josh reminded. Jono sighed. He was right, but the wait was agonising. For the first time in a while, Jono slid out his phone to pass the time. Usually, he checked it constantly, but it had been about an hour since he last looked. Typically, he didn’t miss very much.

This time was different, though. Jono was shocked to see seventeen missed calls from Sammi, as well as five voicemail messages. Something was clearly up. Jono’s gut feeling was filled with worry. Sammi never tried this hard to reach him.

Thinking fast, Jono listened to the first voicemail. A panicked Sammi was shouting down the phone, her voice drowned out by panting and the harsh wind slamming into the phone. Catching any words was difficult, but Jono picked up on two. The most important two.

“Lily’s gone.”

“Guys,” Dylan burst in, looking just as shocked as Jono felt. Perhaps Sammi got through to him?

“Hey, how did it go?” Josh questioned, entirely oblivious.

“Yeah, fine,” Dylan brushed off. Jono had almost forgotten where Dylan had been in that moment. It was a comfort that it had seemingly gone well, but now, it was panic time, “I just had a call from the sheriff station.”

“What?” Josh was baffled.

“Lily’s gone,” Jono mentioned.

“What?” Dylan was stunned, and in turn, so was Jono. Dylan was just as shocked as Josh was. He didn’t know about Lily already. Something else was up.

“Sammi told me. I thought that’s what the sheriff station called about,” Jono clarified.

“Shit,” Dylan was horrified, “We need to split up, because they found Oscar.” Jono felt like he’d been sucker-punched. That was amazing news, but all he could think about was Lily. What did he need to do?

Stumbling forward, Lily felt hazy. She’d never felt as out-of-sorts as that before. Simultaneously, she felt dozy and ready for bed, yet like she had so much energy fizzing inside of her. Walking in a straight line was near impossible. It was like she was drunk, but hadn’t touched a drop.

Lily knew the way home like the back of her hand. The lakehouse wasn’t too far away, but the road by her side was busy. She had to be careful, because one step in the wrong direction would be very dangerous.

Everything that had happened since the forest was a blur in Lily’s mind. Her memories weren’t clear. All she knew was that her neck was exceptionally painful. A dull, impossible-to-ignore ache was pulsating from her left side. Whatever it was, it wasn’t healing quickly.

So many emotions ran through Lily’s brain. She couldn’t describe how she felt, because it was everything all at once. Rage. Sadness. Joy. Relief. Those emotions and more stampeded over her mind. She’d never felt like that before. It was overwhelming and all-consuming.

Most strangely, though, Lily didn’t feel alone. The path was empty, and there was definitely nobody else around, so why did she feel like she had company?

Scuttling across the ground, Lily noticed a few mice. Completely harmless, but definitely gross. Lily felt encapsulated by them, though. Like she wanted to grab them. Like she wanted to kill them. Like she had irresistible instincts. Animalistic instincts.

Lily couldn’t help herself. She launched at one of the mice, capturing it between her hands with ease. Without a second thought, Lily ripped its head off, not caring how it would look to anyone driving by. The thrill was enough.

“Lily,” a voice called out. Lily looked up, hiding her bloody hands. Sammi ran towards her, but Lily couldn’t think of what to say.

All she could do was bare her brand new fangs, ready to experience another thrill.

4: The Decision Written by MarthaJonesFan

Dylan was quickly growing tired of the college campus. He had traipsed the same route over and over again, and the same sights were more than tedious. He wasn’t even sure there was much point revisiting the same patch so many times. His eyes weren’t fresh. If he was going to find anything, Dylan was sure he’d have seen it by now.

He wasn’t going to give up, though. Oscar had been missing for a week, and there had been absolutely no sightings of him in that time. Oscar would never have run off without telling one of them. More importantly, he wouldn’t have run off without a good reason.

So many theories had been going around in Dylan’s mind, but none of them seemed to add up. What logical reason would Oscar have had to leave of his own accord? It simply didn’t add up. Nothing ever happened for no reason, especially as far as the supernatural went.

Therefore, Dylan was only entertaining one theory. The only one that truly made sense.

Oscar had been kidnapped.

He still didn’t know all of the details, but the outline was there. Oscar had vanished without a trace. No social media logins. No spending on his debit card. No contact even with his mum. Nothing.

The whole pack had barely slept for a week. Yasmin had taken charge, formulating a map of routes to cover. Everyone had a job to do, but energy levels were rock bottom. Nobody had found anything of substance to point to Oscar’s location, and optimism was draining away.

Dylan never lost his optimism, though. It was the glue that held the pack together. He had to be strong for everyone else. That was the job of the alpha. It wasn’t about recruitment or gaining power, it was about care.

That said, Dylan was beginning to feel slightly hopeless as he completed the circuit again. They needed a new strategy, because the longer they went without any news, the further away Oscar slipped.

Waiting patiently as a deputy swiped her key card, Dylan was feeling a gigantic mix of emotions. Naturally, he felt relieved and somewhat excited, but he couldn’t help feeling confused and concerned. He had a load of questions to get answers to.

“Hey, sorry I’m late,” Freddie joined him. Of course, Dylan had insisted that Jono go find Lily. That was a priority, and he needed all the help he could get from the pack. Dylan needed a helping hand, though, and he suspected Freddie would appreciate the distraction.

“You’re just in time,” Dylan assured, “Thank you for coming.”

“Of course,” Freddie smiled. It was obvious that he was putting on a brave face, but Dylan admired his determination.

“Are you sure about this?” the deputy checked, “They’re suspects in a murder enquiry.”

“Completely. I’ll call when we’re ready,” Dylan confirmed. The deputy pushed the door to the cell room open. Dylan knew what he was there for, but he could still hardly believe his eyes. Obscured by the cell bars were two familiar faces. Faces Dylan hadn’t seen in a long time.

“Stand back,” the deputy commanded as she swiped her key card on the cell. She ushered Dylan and Freddie inside before securing it shut after them.

“Hi,” Oscar timidly greeted. Dylan felt so happy to see him again. He looked healthy, if a little tired. Next to him, to Dylan’s amazement, was Brett. He’d not seen Brett in a year, since he left for college, but he looked just the same, save for the streams of tears slipping down his rosy red cheeks. He looked wrecked, in a way Dylan hadn’t seen before.

“It’s good to see you, dude,” Freddie added.

“Back at you,” Oscar smiled.

“I don’t know where to start,” Dylan mentioned, “Where have you been? Did you escape?” Small talk wasn’t on his mind. He knew that Oscar was okay now, so his attention was firmly on the truth.

“I’ll tell you everything, I promise,” Oscar insisted, “But we’re not the murderers, Dylan. You know us.”

“What happened?” Dylan was concerned. There was so much going on, and he knew none of the answers.

“Johnny,” Brett broke his silence, his voice quivering in fear, “He’s dead.”

“Wha…what?” Dylan was gobsmacked. How could Johnny be dead? So much was happening. He was getting overwhelmed.

“We found his body, and now we’ve been arrested on suspicion of his murder, but we’re innocent,” Oscar protested.

“I know,” Dylan affirmed, “I believe you, but there’s so much I don’t understand.”

“I owe you an explanation, but there’s something going on, Dylan. It’s bigger than this. We’ve been following it for ages,” Oscar continued.

“We?” Freddie questioned.

“Like I said, I’ll explain, but I can’t in here,” Oscar begged. He seemed different to the Oscar Dylan remembered, but he was still his friend. He deserved his trust. Dylan had to get them out, but how?

Sprinting as fast as she could, Yasmin barely had time to think. Her body was running on autopilot, her reflexes taking over. The only thing on her mind was helping Sammi as her legs carried her along the path. If only she’d stopped her running ahead.

Sammi was lying on the pavement, blood spilling out of her neck from a series of bite marks. It looked gruesome, but Yasmin had no time to be squeamish. Her first instinct was to stop the bleeding. Applying some pressure should at least slow it down.

Before she could even reach Sammi, though, Yasmin ground to a halt. Terrifyingly, Lily blocked the way. A different Lily to the one she knew.

A fully transformed Lily.

That wasn’t supposed to happen. Lily was only part-werewolf. She couldn’t transform. She shouldn’t be able to transform. It had never happened before. What had triggered it? Yasmin was desperate to know, but she couldn’t dwell. Too much was going on, and none of them were safe.

“What the hell?” Ed commented from beside her. Lily bared her fangs. It was a terrifying sight.

“Lily, listen, it’s Yasmin. Your best friend,” Yasmin urged. She knew Lily had to find her humanity again if she wanted to shift back, but how easy that would be was an entirely separate matter. Nevertheless, Yasmin’s words weren’t working.

“Lily, it’s Jeremy. Please let me help Sammi,” Jeremy attempted, but still nothing. Even her own family wasn’t enough.

“Jeremy, shift,” Yasmin commanded. This was her only idea. Lily wasn’t responding to humanity, so perhaps she needed something further away from that. As easy as flicking a light switch, Jeremy transformed. So rarely did Yasmin see her friends in wolf-form that it always seemed so weird when she did see them like that. They were visibly the same person, but an animalistic version. It looked so wrong, even though Yasmin knew Jeremy was in complete control.

“Lily,” Jeremy growled. She backed off just a few inches, slightly but not totally deterred.

“More,” Yasmin urged.

“People are driving past, Yasmin,” Ed reminded.

“Too fast to pay much attention. It’s this, or Sammi bleeds out and dies. Take your pick,” Yasmin justified. There wasn’t a single element of doubt in her mind.

“Okay, do it,” Ed agreed. Before any more could be said, Jeremy unleashed the deepest growl, vaguely resembling a drawn-out version of Lily’s name, but it was so deep and gruff that it was difficult to say for sure. Regardless, it did the job. Lily scuttled away like a toddler that had just been scolded by its parents. The coast was clear. They could get to Sammi.

“Call an ambulance,” Yasmin called out to Ed as she and Jeremy knelt either side of Sammi’s unconscious body. Jeremy took her hand, and her pain, while Yasmin applied pressure from both hands at her neck.

“Lily!” Jono called, rushing over with Josh in tow, “Where did she go?”

“Up there. Jono, she’s shifted, you need to be careful. She’s dangerous,” Yasmin warned. Jono nodded before taking off again. If anyone could bring her back from the brink, it would be him.

Now all eyes were on Sammi.

Planting himself down in Ed’s chair, Dylan needed a moment. So much was happening that he was feeling overwhelmed, and every second brought him more and more stress. He needed to digest and process everything or he’d be no use to anyone.

Though Dylan was trying his best to focus on the matter at hand, he couldn’t help worrying about Lily. She was practically his sister, and if anything bad had happened to her, Dylan wasn’t sure how he’d cope. All he could do was pray that she’d be brought home safely.

Dylan needed to keep his focus on Oscar and Brett. Every part of him said Oscar was being truthful, and Brett’s tears were clearly completely genuine. His love for Johnny was huge. Dylan couldn’t fathom the thought of losing Jono; Brett must have been completely lost.

The only doubts in Dylan’s mind came from Oscar’s story – or rather, lack, thereof. Why was he so precious over the details? Why didn’t he say where he’d been? There was much more to this than Dylan first thought.

“What are you thinking?” Freddie asked, breaking the silence from opposite the desk.

“I don’t even know, there’s so much happening,” Dylan sighed.

“You don’t have to tell me,” Freddie nodded.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even ask. How are you holding up?” Dylan checked.

“I’ve been better,” Freddie shrugged, “I went to see George. He’s taken it worse, of course. I don’t really know how to feel.”

“I get it. Sort of,” Dylan tried his best to empathise, “I’ll speak to mom, make sure they don’t stay long.”

“It’s fine, I’ll stay with George,” Freddie said.

“You shouldn’t have to, though. That’s not your home. I’m not letting you get pushed out,” Dylan insisted.

“Thanks, dude,” Freddie smiled. Dylan smiled back. It was the absolute least he could do.

“Everything okay?” a deputy popped her head in. The same deputy that escorted them in and out of the cell.

“Not really. I’ve got some questions,” Dylan took the chance to learn some more details.

“I’ll try my best, assuming Sheriff Taylor doesn’t mind,” she answered, slipping inside and shutting the door behind her.

“I’m his stepson, don’t worry. Thank you, Deputy…” Dylan trailed off. He didn’t know her name. Ed was the only person at the station he ever spoke to.

“Chang,” she answered, “You can call me Lisa.”

“Thanks Lisa,” Dylan nodded, “What are your leads?”

“For a fortnight, we’ve been tracking a series of homicides. Six bodies with identical wounds found in different places. Your friend’s body had the exact same injuries. I’m sorry for your loss,” Lisa explained, the sorrow clear in her voice.

“Thank you,” Dylan nodded. He still couldn’t process that Johnny was dead. It didn’t feel real, “Why do you think Oscar and Brett did it?”

“It’s more the people they were with. Two others escaped. We don’t know their names, just vague descriptions. Strangely, they seem to live almost entirely off the map, but they’ve been spotted in the vicinity of all seven crime scenes. Your friends were with them, but they didn’t escape. Didn’t even try,” Lisa continued.

“I give you my word, they’re both innocent, I know it,” Dylan vouched for his friends, “And I think they could be the key to catching the real suspects.”

“I guess we don’t have anything concrete,” Lisa considered, “Let me see what I can do. Wait here.”

“Thank you,” Dylan smiled. They were one step closer to solving all of their mysteries.

Brett had never felt so broken. He didn’t know what to do with himself. No position felt comfortable. Conversation wasn’t even on his mind. All he wanted to do was curl up and sleep, because that would, at least, shut off the pain for a short while.

All Brett was thinking about was the ways in which he could have been deceived. Johnny couldn’t be dead, right? He only saw him a day ago. He had to be out there still. Clearly, this was some cruel trick. The body in the bin was a lookalike, or a dummy – it was getting dark, after all.

That was what Brett’s heart said, but his head knew better. His eyes had seen it. The worst sight imaginable. His dead boyfriend’s body lying in a random dumpster in town. He’d never shake off what a truly hideous vision it was.

It wasn’t just Johnny’s future that had been stolen, and that’s what Brett felt most broken by. Every plan he’d made for the rest of his life had vanished in a single moment, because each and every one of them contained Johnny. Someone had stolen everything from him, and he couldn’t fathom why.

Oscar had been a huge comfort to him, though. Their situation was far from ideal, yet Oscar had made it his priority to take care of Brett. He’d wrapped his arms around him, keeping him close as they sat against the hard back wall. He was the only company Brett could reply on, and he valued that more than anything.

“We’ll be out of here soon,” Oscar encouraged, keeping his voice low and soothing.

“I trust Dylan as much as you, but what if he can’t get us out? He’s not exactly got any jurisdiction over the law,” Brett sighed. He couldn’t think of anywhere he wanted to be less than a jail cell.

“He will. He always does. I have to believe that,” Oscar insisted.

“So why did you desert the pack?” Brett blurted out without thinking, “Sorry, I didn’t mean…”

“No, it’s okay. I know how weird it looks. I owe everyone an explanation, but it’s not straightforward, and it’s not something I took lightly. He doesn’t know it yet, but I saved Dylan’s life. Every day I’m not here is a day that keeps Dylan safe,” Oscar explained.

“Then tell him, dude,” Brett encouraged, “Because it sounds a lot like Dylan’s been missing you. You’ve got a second chance to reconnect with your friends. I wish I had that with Johnny.”

“Yeah,” Oscar reflected, “We’re going to catch the bastards that did this, you know.”

“Of course, if it’s the last thing I do,” Brett affirmed, “But who’s ‘we’? Cody or Dylan? You’ve got a choice, Oscar. Whatever you choose, remember who gets hurt the most.” Cody clearly had something on Oscar, and he couldn’t be a bystander any longer.

The cell room door buzzed open. Dylan and Freddie filtered in alongside the deputy from earlier that day. She slid her key card along the cell look and stood back as the door glided open.

“What’s happening?” Brett was confused.

“You’re free to go,” the deputy announced.

“But we have a deal,” Dylan reminded.

“I know. I’ll talk. Let’s go,” Oscar nodded. He clenched Brett’s hand gently, keeping him safe even then. Brett felt a slight comfort from it, but also from Oscar’s decision. Knowingly or not, he’d just made it.

Beginning to feel the burn against his muscles, Jono wasn’t losing any of his determination. He was ignoring the feelings of his body and focusing on one thing only – finding Lily. She was his only priority, and if he needed to, Jono knew he’d be roaming the streets all night.

Irritatingly, it was getting dark. There wasn’t much Jono could see without using his wolf eyes, and they were in far too public a place for him to risk that. Cars were zooming past, oblivious to what was happening, but two glowing yellow dots would draw attention to them.

To Jono’s relief, he still had Josh by his side. He needed all the help he could get. Of course, he wished Dylan could be there, for support if nothing else, but Oscar needed his attention. As soon as he found Lily, Jono knew he’d be straight round to see Oscar again. His safe return was a definite relief.

“Did you see where she went?” Jono turned to Josh.

“No, it’s too dark,” Josh sighed, “What’s happened to her, dude?”

“I wish I knew,” Jono worried. Lily vanishing before returning a fully transformed werewolf was extremely concerning. It should have been impossible. Jono wanted answers so badly, but that was low down his agenda. All he could afford to focus on was tracking Lily down.

“She’s close,” Josh identified, “Her scent is strong here. She can’t have gone far.”

“I’m scared, Josh,” Jono confessed, “I need her to be okay. I can’t lose my sister.”

“You won’t. She’s alive, Jono, and that’s the most important thing. We’ll figure the rest out. We always do,” Josh encouraged. He wasn’t one for sentiment or emotion, but they’d known each other a long time, and Jono always knew he could count on Josh when he needed him the most.

A heartbeat. Jono heard one creeping closer. It neared him rapidly. Jono ducked. A figure lunged past him, crashing onto the floor with a hard thud. Quickly, it got up, revealing its face. Of course. Lily. Jono couldn’t bear the sight of her so very familiar face, destroyed by piercing fangs and bright, fierce, yellow eyes. He thought he’d been able to save Lily from this fate. Jono couldn’t help thinking he’d failed.

“Distract her,” Josh suggested. Jono looked Lily eye-to-eye. He glowed his identical wolf eyes, throwing caution to the wind and ignoring the cars passing. Some things were more important.

Lily looked like she was ready for a fight. Jono was primed and ready, but fighting was the last thing he wanted to do. The real Lily – the human Lily – was the exact same. She’d never have wanted to fight her brother, but she had an inner wolf now, and Jono knew how challenging that could be to control.

Lily snarled, so Jono snarled back. He was doing his best to keep her attention while, in the corner of Jono’s eye, Josh crept close behind Lily’s back. All he had to do was strike at exactly the right moment, but that was easier said than done.

“Come on Lil, you don’t want to hurt me,” Jono urged. Lily growled, disapproving. Words weren’t even on her mind; the human Lily was miles away.

Rapidly, Josh launched forward. Irritatingly, Lily swerved in one simple move. Josh crashed forward, only just avoiding landing in the traffic. Jono gasped, panicking even more. The plan hadn’t worked. They were in the worst-case scenario.

Before Jono could react, Lily herself collapsed down. A hand was firmly gripped around her ankle. Josh had pulled her over. The real plan. Jono breathed a sigh of relief.

“Let’s get her home,” Josh mustered, heaving himself up. Jono was terrified, but the first step in rescuing his sister was complete.

No matter how hard she tried, Sammi just couldn’t get comfortable. Hospital beds were wildly unpleasant; always were and always would be. Thankfully, it had been many years since her last experience of one, and she definitely wasn’t planning on making it a regular occurrence.

Worse, though, was the pain shooting from her neck. It was inescapable, no matter how hard Sammi tried to distract herself or to drift off to sleep. It throbbed like nothing she’d felt before.

To her relief, the doctor had said Sammi will be just fine and out of hospital in no time at all. The wounds were deep but would heal. It was news to Sammi’s ears, but she wished it could heal faster. The pack needed her. So much was going on.

Though brief, Sammi couldn’t forget the hideous sight of Lily’s new form. What had happened to her? That wasn’t the kind of thing that happened overnight. Whatever it was, it made her attack her own cousin, and that wasn’t Lily at all. The four of them had each other’s backs above all. In one way or another, the Chadwick adults had screwed them all over. They’d made a pact never to hurt each other. The human Lily was evidently buried deep if she could so easily ignore that promise.

“They found her,” Jeremy announced, his posture bolt upright on the chair next to the bed.

“Thank god,” Yasmin breathed a sigh of relief from across the room, “I’ll go tell Ed.” Sammi felt more mixed emotions than Yasmin, though. Capturing Lily had stopped anybody else getting hurt, but they were still miles away from a solution. Whatever did that to Lily was still out there. They weren’t out of the woods yet.

“How are you doing?” Jeremy asked, relaxing back into his seat now it was just the two of them in the hospital room.

“It hurts,” Sammi sighed.

“Give me your hand,” Jeremy directed. Sammi knew what he was going to do, and it was just what she needed. Jeremy took her hand and immediately, his veins became visible through his skin, turning a deep black colour. Amazingly, Sammi’s pain seemed to drain away via Jeremy’s hand on her wrist. It made so much difference.

“That’s not it, though, is it?” Jeremy realised.

“How did you guess?” Sammi chuckled. Jeremy always seemed to know exactly what was on her mind, as if it were a sixth sense.

“You know what they say about the bond between twins, hey?” Jeremy smiled, “I mean, we’ve known each other longer than anyone, despite everything, right? Nine months of just you and me.”

“Oh yeah, so many good memories in the womb,” Sammi jested, “I agree, though. Nobody knows me better than you.”

“Best not tell Freddie that. Or Felix, actually,” Jeremy laughed, “I texted Freddie, by the way. He hasn’t replied yet but I’m sure he’ll be on his way as soon as he sees it.”

“Thanks,” Sammi nodded. She didn’t doubt for a second that Freddie would be by her side as soon as he heard the news. He was the most reliable person Sammi knew.

“Hey, how’s the patient?” a friendly face popped around the door. Felix. Sammi had been hoping for Freddie, but Felix had become a good friend, and any distractions from the uncomfortable bed were welcome.

“Great, just about to go for a jog,” Sammi joked.

“Hey, come in,” Jeremy invited, his whole face brightening up. It spoke volumes about the impact Felix had on him. The love he felt was unparalleled, and it warmed Sammi’s heart. The idea of her dating Felix felt so completely alien.

“Any news about Lily?” Felix asked.

“They found her, but that’s all we know. Jono’s with her,” Jeremy relayed.

“Thank god. I hope whoever took her gets what’s coming to them,” Felix replied, sharing their frustration.

“The note,” Sammi realised, her heartbeat picking up the pace as she started to piece things together.

“What note?” Felix was confused.

“A note to the two of us, signed by our dad,” Jeremy clarified.

“I thought he was dead?” Felix recalled.

“So did we. We assumed it was a hoax, right? But think about it,” Sammi pondered, “A note from our dad, followed by Lily going missing and returning a full werewolf. Who would have the ability to do that?”

“An alpha,” Jeremy realised, “Oh my god.”

Three knocks at the door. A silhouette stood outside the window; their face obscured by a hood. Sammi couldn’t make any details out, but whoever they were, they were observing, and they wanted their attention. Suddenly, two bright lights appeared. Two glowing eyes. Glowing the most fearsome colour.


“He’s not dead,” Sammi panicked. The silhouette vanished.

David was back.

Exhausted, Dylan was ready for the day to be over. It had been non-stop since he woke up. Thankfully, though, things seemed to be dying down, much to his relief and almost certainly, everyone else’s too.

Jono had texted him to say that they’d found Lily and she was safe, which of course, Dylan was delighted about. They’d taken her to the bunker, which was the only place in the whole town lined with mountain ash. For the time being, it made perfect sense to keep her there, and the human Lily would have understood that.

“Oh my god,” Freddie commented, checking his phone. He’d just parked his car outside the lakehouse. It was the most private place Dylan could think of, and as long as things remained discreet, he was sure George wouldn’t mind, “I’ve not looked at this all day, but Sammi’s in hospital apparently? Lily attacked her.”

“Shit,” Dylan was gobsmacked, “Is she okay?”

“I think so,” Freddie was stunned, “Look, I need to go.”

“Of course. I’ll be fine from here. Thanks dude,” Dylan smiled, “Send her my love.” Dylan stepped out of the car, followed by their backseat passengers. Brett and Oscar had been silent since leaving the sheriff station, though it was hardly the time for small talk.

Inside, to Dylan’s relief, there were no heartbeats. George and Mia had clearly gone out, which worked out perfectly. Now, they didn’t have to beat around the bush. Dylan was ready to get answers. Oscar had better start talking.

Oscar headed straight out the back door, pausing on the dock. Fresh air perhaps wasn’t such a bad thing considering the conversation they were about to have. Dylan looked to Brett, who was gazing at the floor. He looked so broken. Dylan couldn’t imagine what he was feeling. A life without the one he loved the most. It was completely unfathomable. Dylan never took for granted just how lucky he was.

“It’s okay, you’re safe now,” Dylan assured. He found it difficult to know what to say, and whether he needed to speak at all. The last thing he wanted to do was upset Brett.

“Am I? Whatever killed Johnny’s still out there, Dylan. None of us are safe,” Brett ranted. Dylan couldn’t even sugar-coat that. Brett was right, and no level of optimism would change that, “Sorry, I know this isn’t your fault.”

“Don’t worry. I remember when I lost my dad. Nothing felt right for ages,” Dylan sympathised, “Everyone says it, but it does get better.”

“I don’t want it to,” Brett was fighting back tears, but losing the battle, “That would mean I’ve gotten over him.”

“Never,” Dylan assured, “He’s with you forever, dude. You’ll never lose him.” Brett nodded, giving in to the tears. Dylan hugged him tightly, consoling him as best as he could. It broke his heart, and Dylan couldn’t help shedding some too, “It’s good to have you back.”

Everything suddenly felt very real.

Cautiously scanning the area, Oscar’s anxiety levels were through the roof. It felt so strange to be back in Crystalshaw town. He had dreamed of coming back to the lakehouse. He wanted so desperately to see his friends, but he never expected it would actually happen. It was like a weird dream.

It wasn’t much of a happy reunion, though. Cody was surely looking for him, and Crystalshaw was the obvious place to look. It was only a matter of time until he turned up, and Oscar was terrified about what that would mean for Dylan. He hadn’t spent so many months in hiding for nothing. The whole pack was in danger just by his presence. It would be sensible for him to remove himself from the situation.

Oscar couldn’t bring himself to do that, though. His head was losing the battle against his heart. He loved Cody, but he didn’t want to lose his friends again. Seeing them was a much-needed reminder of just how much he’d lost.

Furthermore, Dylan was expecting answers. Oscar knew he had to explain the full story. Dylan deserved honesty, particularly as this whole situation was to protect him. It was the least Oscar could do to ease the grief he’d gone through.

“Hey,” Dylan joined him out the back of the lakehouse, “Everything okay?”

“Yeah,” Oscar replied, “I think.”

“Come on, let’s sit down,” Dylan encouraged. He ushered Oscar to the dock, taking his shoes and socks off before dipping his toes into the lake. Oscar followed suit; despite the chill of the lake, the ripples were instantly soothing against his skin. It was like Oscar could forget all of his problems like they no longer mattered.

“I’m sorry,” Oscar began. He found it difficult to know where to start. It was such a long story to tell.

“I just want to understand, because right now, I couldn’t be more confused,” Dylan said.

“That day, the day Jono was possessed, he came to the dorm. It was just Alex and I, and I didn’t know what to do. He arrived just in time and saved me. He fought for me,” Oscar explained.

“Who?” Dylan wondered.

“His name is Cody. He’s an alpha of another pack. They live near the college. You’ve seen him before, at the first LGBTQ+ society meeting,” Oscar continued.

“That was almost a year ago,” Dylan sighed.

“I know, I wasn’t expecting you to remember, don’t worry. He seemed like the most normal guy ever. I saw him a couple more times, then he showed me his eyes,” Oscar thought back.

“He wanted something, didn’t he?” Dylan realised.

“He felt threatened by you. By us. He made me a deal. If I stayed with him and joined his pack, he’d leave you alone. If not, he’d kill you,” Oscar explained.

“What?” Dylan was gobsmacked, “You shouldn’t have done that. We’d have fought, or we’d have run. I’d rather run for miles than lose you.”

“You’ve done so much for me, Dylan. I wanted to look after you too,” Oscar tried to rationalise.

“You didn’t have to do it like this. Cody took advantage of you, dude,” Dylan said. Oscar’s heart was breaking. He couldn’t help how he felt about Cody. The way he felt wasn’t forced or fake.

“You don’t get it. I love Cody, and he loves me,” Oscar insisted, “And you could be at least a little bit grateful.”

“It’s not about that. Look at it from my point of view, Oscar. He manipulated you into staying. He blackmailed you,” Dylan continued.

“No,” Oscar firmly replied, “I made a decision. I stayed with the guy I love to protect my friends. I wasn’t a prisoner.”

“You could have gone back to him at any moment” Dylan reminded, “Defend him if you want, but you’re here right now. If you still want to be here, I’ll be there for you. I can bring you home to your mom. Heck, you can sleep at mine for the time being if you want somewhere else to stay. This has to be what you want, though.” Oscar took a deep breath in. He had a choice to make, just as Brett said. This time though, his options were wide open.

“Can I see mom in the morning?” Oscar asked. Dylan nodded, smiling. His decision was made.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

That was all Lily could hear. It was on repeat in her head, like a song that she couldn’t get enough of. This was different, though. She’d definitely had enough of this rhythm. She had a banging headache; worse than any hangover she’d ever experienced. It was so unpleasant.

What’s more was that Lily felt so uncomfortable. The bunker floor was solid concrete. It was hard and freezing cold, and Lily had no choice but to sit on it. The least she could have been afforded was a pillow, surely? After all, none of this was her fault.

Lily felt so down on herself, though. She didn’t know what was happening, but she remembered everything from that night. Walking home. The mice. Hurting Sammi. She felt so unbelievably guilty.

“How long have I got to be here?” Lily yelled. Though the bunker itself was otherwise empty, she could hear two heartbeats just outside. It didn’t take a genius to work out that it was Jono and Josh out there.

“Until you can control yourself,” Josh shouted back.

“Jono? Please, help me,” Lily begged. Her wrists were chained to the wall. She just wanted to go home. She needed her brother.

The seal clicked. The heavy door inched open just enough for Jono’s slim frame to slip inside before it crashed shut again.

“You don’t have to hide outside. These chains can hold me,” Lily said, breaking the silence.

“For now,” Jono corrected, “Looks like your neck has healed pretty well.”

“That’s nothing new, Jono,” Lily added. She’d had werewolf abilities for a long time. Healing was the best part of it. Her face hadn’t seen a single spot since.

“You were bitten, Lily,” Jono replied, “Things are different now. This bunker is lined with mountain ash. All of us are weaker in here, you included now.”

“Then help me, please. You’ve been here before. How did you get through it?” Lily was desperate to know. If she really was a proper werewolf now, she needed assistance.

“I found my anchor,” Jono answered.

“Help me find mine, then,” Lily begged. He made it sound far too easy.

“Mine is Dylan, but it doesn’t have to be a person. It can be a memory. An emotion. Anything that keeps you grounded,” Jono explained, before crouching down and holding both of her hands, “Think about it, okay?”

“The shop,” Lily said, as if it were a reflex.

“What shop?” Jono looked at her in confusion.

“I…um…never mind,” Lily stuttered. She couldn’t find the words to explain it, “Can you get me a pillow please?”

“Sure,” Jono stood back up, “I love you, sis.”

“I love you too,” Lily smiled. The smile faded quickly, though. She caught a quick glimpse of Jono’s eyes before he turned around to leave. The tiniest flash, but it was enough. They were glowing, but it was wrong. They weren’t glowing yellow like they should have been. Lily began to panic, but she was helpless.

They were glowing red.

5: Daddy Issues Written by MarthaJonesFan

Pacing back and forth, Cody felt angry. The plan was ruined and now the entire pack was in jeopardy. He didn’t know what to do, and that wasn’t something that happened very often. It was only making him more and more frustrated.

There was one thing that he knew for certain, though. He had to rescue Oscar. He’d become such an essential part of the pack, and going back to life without him wasn’t worth thinking about.

The only problem was how. There was no way they could break Oscar out of jail. Cody and Keisha were both at the crime scene too – they were people of interest and would surely be arrested on sight. He couldn’t guarantee that Archie and Mariana weren’t known to the sheriff’s department as well. Sending them in to rescue Oscar was far too big a risk.

“Quit pacing,” Keisha yelled. She, Archie and Mariana were gathered on the sofas, but Cody couldn’t sit down. He was much too anxious to relax.

“How are you so chilled out? Oscar’s not safe, and we’ve got no way of getting him back,” Cody vented, “He’s one of us, remember.”

“No. He’s your pet. Your lover boy. He’s nothing to do with us,” Keisha defended.

“He’s saved your ass so many times, Keisha,” Cody was furious, “You seem desperate to hate Oscar, but why? What do you get out of bashing the first person I’ve ever loved?”

“I get an alpha that isn’t distracted from doing his job,” Keisha justified, “It’s all Oscar this and Oscar that, but you’ve not mentioned Brett once. This guy just lost his boyfriend, and he came to us for help. Now, he’s in a fucking cell and it’s all because of us. What are you going to do to help him?”

Cody slumped down at last. Keisha had a point, but that didn’t need to distract from Oscar. He needed saving too, and it wasn’t one or the other.

“We can’t abandon Oscar,” Archie chipped in. It was rare that he got much of a word in edgeways. Cody and Keisha were so loud, going at each other’s throats.

“Then we rescue both,” Cody decided, “But how? We can’t get near the sheriff station.”

“We wait.” Mariana answered. She never spoke much, but when she did, she always made perfect sense, “Oscar said the Sheriff is Drummond’s stepdad. He’ll be released and back in Crystalshaw in no time.”

Cody smiled. That was genius. His route back to Oscar was clear, and the morning couldn’t have come soon enough.


Jolting awake, Dylan was taken aback to see Oscar stood at the side of his bed. It wasn’t the soft, gentle awakening he was hoping to have every morning over the summer.

“What?” Dylan groaned. With Freddie staying with George for the time being, and Josh guarding Lily, their bedroom was empty and perfect for Oscar to sleep in. What Dylan didn’t sign up for was the early wakeups.

“There’s someone in your bathroom. Someone different,” Oscar explained, “I don’t recognise the scent.”

“Huh?” Dylan’s brain still wasn’t switched on, “Oh, it’s probably my aunt.” Of course, it made sense that Maria would be hogging their only bathroom. As if she wasn’t getting in the way enough already.

“Oh,” Oscar sat on the edge of the bed, “Sorry for waking you up.”

“It’s okay,” Dylan sighed, “I’m not used to an empty bed. It took me a while to sleep last night.” Of course, Jono was protecting Lily too, and while Dylan understood, he still missed Jono dearly.

“Me too,” Oscar admitted. Dylan hadn’t thought about that – it was his first night without Cody. Whatever his opinions on him were, Dylan understood Oscar’s feelings. Love was pretty difficult to deny, “Any news?”

“She’s okay, she’s human again,” Dylan relayed the last text Jono had sent him. Of course, he’d updated Oscar and Brett the night before. If they were back, they deserved to be kept up to date.

“Thank god,” Oscar replied, sharing Dylan’s relief.

Three knocks came from the door. Before Dylan could grant access, Maria poked her head inside.

“Bathroom’s free,” she interrupted, skipping the pleasantries, before catching eyes with Oscar, “Who’s this one, Dylan?”

“This is Oscar,” Dylan answered, “Oscar, meet my aunt Maria.”

“Nice to meet you, Oscar,” Maria beamed, “Aren’t you the one who went missing?”

Dylan groaned. He was gobsmacked at just how brazen she could be. There wasn’t a single splinter of sensitivity in her body. Dylan found it difficult to imagine Maria and his mum growing up together – they were so wildly different.

“Thanks, Aunt Maria, I’ll see you later,” Dylan swerved the question and wrapped the conversation up as politely as he knew how. Getting the message, Maria backed out, much to Dylan’s relief.

“Woah, you could cut the atmosphere with a knife,” Oscar chuckled, “She doesn’t know, does she?”

“No, and she doesn’t need to. She’ll be gone soon, and things will be back to normal,” Dylan insisted.

“And until then, she’s slap bang in the middle of everything,” Oscar commented, “Come on, let’s get ready. No time to waste.”

Dylan sighed. He didn’t have the energy yet. He understood how keen Oscar was to see his mum, but Dylan had barely slept. Something told him it was going to be an exhausting day.

Her mind whirring away on overdrive as she confidently paraded through the sheriff station, Yasmin hadn’t stopped trying to process everything happening around her. So much weird stuff was happening all over Crystalshaw, and it made so little sense. Normally, she’d be desperate to find the links between events, but nothing seemed to check out.

There were the murders. The letter from so-called “David.” The return of Oscar and discovery of his new pack. Lily becoming a fully-fledged werewolf. So much to take in, and far too much was going on for these events to be unrelated coincidences, but how did they link? She had so many theories, but they were all based on guesswork.

Usually, Yasmin would sound her ideas out on one of her friends, but they all seemed preoccupied. Dylan was looking after Oscar, Freddie had enough baggage to deal with between Sammi in hospital and his dad’s return, and Josh and Jono were looking after Lily. This time, it was a solo mission.

The sheriff station was the perfect place to find some answers. Ed knew the most about the seven murders, and that seemed like the sensible starting point. The more she knew, the better equipped the whole pack would be.

“Hey,” Yasmin strolled straight into Ed’s office, oblivious to anything happening. It was far more comfortable than a sheriff’s office should ever have been, but Ed wasn’t far off being family. Embarrassingly though, Yasmin realised Ed wasn’t alone. She’d intruded on something. Sat on the opposite side of Ed’s desk was a friendly face, one Yasmin hadn’t seen in a while. She knew Brett was back, but this was the first time she’d seen him face-to-face, “Oh, I’m sorry.”

“You could’ve knocked,” Ed raised an eyebrow.

“Hey,” Brett raised a slight smile, which was more than Yasmin expected from him. He must have been wrecked after what happened to Johnny. It truly put things into perspective for Yasmin. The supernatural world was dangerous, “Don’t worry, I want her to stay,” he notified Ed, before looking back to Yasmin, “If that’s okay.” Yasmin nodded. Her detective work could wait. Brett was more important.

“Of course. Take a seat, Yasmin. Just a couple more questions and then we can wrap,” Ed continued, “Who were the kids you were with?”

Yasmin pulled up a chair next to Brett, who had gone completely silent. He seemed unsure over whether to answer or not. As if he were protecting someone.

“Oscar’s safe now,” Yasmin reminded. She knew these were the people who had Oscar with them for so many months, but Brett didn’t need to protect him now.

“They weren’t the killers,” Brett insisted, “They were helping me. They’ve got a bit of a reputation for offering help, and I was desperate.”

“That’s all well and good, but I need their names, Brett. I need to be able to rule them out if nothing else,” Ed reasoned. Brett paused again, pondering. To Yasmin, this was a no-brainer, but Brett seemed to think differently. What else did he know?

“There’s four of them. The two with us were Cody and Keisha. I’m sorry, I don’t know their surnames. Cody’s the alpha, and he’s Oscar’s boyfriend. Keisha’s second-in-command,” Brett informed, “The other two are called Archie and Mariana. I’m sorry, I don’t know much about them.”

“You’re doing really well Brett, just one more thing,” Ed encouraged, “Where can they be found?”

“There’s a warehouse about five minutes from Crystalshaw College. That’s their base, maybe even their home,” Brett revealed.

“Thank you, Brett, you’ve been more than helpful. You’re free to go home now if you wish,” Ed smiled.

“You know,” Yasmin chimed in, “I could do with an extra pair of eyes, if you’re not busy.”

“I think I’d appreciate the distraction,” Brett nodded, “And to be fair, I have kinda missed this. What’s up?”

“Why do I get the feeling this is going to involve me discussing confidential police matters with civilians?” Ed raised an eyebrow.

“Do we count as civilians? You’re lucky I’ve not asked to be added to the payroll,” Yasmin chuckled. She knew Ed was willing to help them – there was far too much at stake for him to say no.

Gazing aimlessly at the ceiling, Josh was struggling to stay awake. He’d been up most of the night keeping watch. It wasn’t the first all-nighter he’d pulled, so the concept wasn’t new, but that didn’t make it easier. His eyelids felt like they had weights pulling them down.

Initially, Josh and Jono had intended to take it in turns to keep watch, but Josh was doing his friend a favour. Jono had done so much for him over the years, so the least he could do in return was allow him some rest after one of the most stressful days he’d ever had.

Besides, it wasn’t difficult work. All Josh had to do was check on Lily occasionally, and it had been good news all night. Lily had been human the entire time. For now, the worst was over.

“Wh…what time is it?” Jono slurred, waking up from his makeshift bed on the cold, slightly damp floor of the bunker tunnel.

“Ten past nine,” Josh replied, checking his phone. 7% battery left. He could do with a trip home – a change of clothes, some charge for his phone and a nap wouldn’t go amiss.

“What? Dude, you were supposed to wake me,” Jono was agitated.

“Don’t worry, she’s fine. We’re through the worst, I think. The next obstacle is the full moon,” Josh relayed.

“Or something that makes her pulse race,” Jono corrected.

Almost on cue, the entrance to the underground tunnel slid open. A pair of legs shot into view, climbing carefully down the rusty ladder. Their identity was obvious from the clothing: tight-fitting, bright red trousers and a patterned t-shirt to match. Josh only knew one person with such a vibrant, androgynous fashion sense. Alex.

“Where is she?” he demanded to know.

“Oh, hey Alex, how was the flight?” Josh sarcastically hit him with some small talk. Alex had spent the first few days of summer with his family, begrudgingly, but he’d caught the first flight back when he heard about Lily from Jono.

“Dude, I think we’ve got bigger priorities than chit-chat,” Alex cut to the point, and Josh couldn’t blame him. He’d missed a lot in a short space of time, and the person he cared for the most was in potential danger. Josh could only dream of having someone to care for him in that way.

“Look, why don’t you go home? Get some rest. We’ll be okay, I promise,” Jono suggested. Josh couldn’t refuse such an offer – he was shattered, and he wasn’t sure his phone would last through another Fresh Prince episode.

“Okay, but if you need me, you have to promise you’ll call,” Josh insisted before dashing to the ladder up. All he could do was trust in Jono – he was perfectly equipped to handle the worst physically, but he had to find the emotional strength too.

Fresh and full of energy, Sammi was buzzed to be leaving the hospital. She’d received the all-clear from the doctor and finally, she could go home. The sensation of her own clothes against her skin had never felt so good, but anything and everything was preferable to the hideous gown she’d spent the night in.

It felt like she had an entire entourage to take her home, too. Freddie had spent the night by her bedside, and both Jeremy and Felix were there too. The fuss was pretty sweet, if a little over the top. All she needed was someone to drive her home.

There was one thing Sammi just couldn’t shake, though. The glowing eyes in the window the night before. She knew those eyes anywhere. The familiar silhouette. The note in the lake. It wasn’t some hoax after all. Somehow, her dad was alive, and he was reaching out.

“Got everything?” Freddie smiled, picking up Sammi’s rucksack for her. He had really stepped up to the doting house-husband role, and Sammi wasn’t against it. A little extra fuss was exactly what the doctor ordered, pun aside.

“I think so,” Sammi replied. She hadn’t told him about David, or anyone else for that matter. Freddie had his own fatherhood problems without Sammi adding to them. Ideally, she needed to speak to Dylan, but it was going to be a tough conversation. Everyone in the pack had been scarred by David’s actions, “Go and bring the car to the door, we’ll meet you there.”

“Sure. Don’t be too long, okay? Remember I’ve got an appointment,” Freddie nudged, not for the first time that day. The appointment was less formal than it sounded – he was meeting up with his dad. Sammi wasn’t forcing him to talk about it, but his anxiety was obvious. Anyone would be the same in his shoes.

“Of course, we’ll be right out,” Sammi assured. Freddie nodded and slipped out of the room, which afforded Sammi a little privacy with her brother and Felix. They were the only ones who knew the truth, and they needed a plan of action.

“You’ve not told him,” Jeremy observed.

“He’s got enough on his plate,” Sammi insisted, “Everyone does. Before we tell the others, we need more information.”

“We saw his glowing eyes, that’s pretty concrete,” Felix reminded.

“But why is he here? Why now? How did he survive? There’s so much that doesn’t make any sense,” Sammi reasoned.

“Okay, we need answers, but how? We don’t know where he is, and I don’t think a friendly catch-up is on the cards,” Jeremy pondered.

“I think I know how we can find out,” Sammi considered, “You saw Jono’s message in the group chat, right?”

“About Lily and some shop? Yes,” Jeremy answered.

“Wait, you have a pack group chat?” Felix interrupted, aghast.

“Duh,” Sammi replied.

“I feel offended that I’m not involved, just saying,” Felix noted.

“I’ll add you later, let’s keep focused,” Jeremy reminded, “What’s the plan? How is Lily involved?”

“Only an alpha can create new werewolves. She was bitten, Jeremy, and it wasn’t by Dylan. I’d bank on it being him,” Sammi justified, “Lily was found near town, so wherever she had been before that, whatever shop this is, it must be close by, and there must be a scent. If he’d been there, you’d be able to suss it out.”

“I can give it a go,” Jeremy committed, “But if we find him, promise we’ll tell Dylan?”

“Promise,” Sammi assured. David was far too dangerous for them to face alone.

Daunted by the building towering over him, Oscar was beyond nervous. It had been the best part of a year since he’d seen that house. He’d spent as much time away from it as he’d spent living there before college.

It still felt like home, though. Much more than he anticipated after moving out of his childhood house. Sure, he still had all his belongings, and the same bed, but it was the company that mattered. He always had his mum with him. They’d always been close, and not seeing her for so long has played on Oscar’s mind like mad.

Every time he thought of his mum, Oscar’s heart broke. He never had the opportunity to explain his deal with Cody to her. Heck, she didn’t even know that he was a werewolf. She must have been so worried, and it was all his fault. He didn’t have a clue how to explain where he’d been for so many months.

There was no backing out, though, even if Oscar wanted to. This had to happen sooner or later, and it had to come from him. It was the least his mum deserved. Not that the inevitability stopped him being terrified. At least he had Dylan for moral support. It made a strange moment feel just a little comforting.

Dylan rang the doorbell while Oscar attempted to compose himself. Deep breath in. Deep breath out. He wasn’t sure it was working, but at least it provided a little mental distraction.

“Hello?” Oscar watched as his mum answered the door. Her expression relaxed upon seeing Dylan at the forefront of the doorstep, “Hi Dylan, what brings you here?” Then she noticed. For the first time in a long time, Oscar made eye contact with his mum. The clarity of his vision was obscured by the cloudy tears that sprinted down his cheeks like a criminal fleeing custody. He couldn’t contain himself any longer.

“Hi mom,” Oscar wiped the tears from his cheeks.

“My boy,” she was crying just as much as he was. Quickly, as if she might miss her opportunity, she wrapped Oscar in a tight embrace. Oscar felt so overwhelmed, but being in his mum’s arms was all he needed to feel safe, “Are you okay? Come inside, tell me everything. Where have you been, sweetie?”

Oscar stepped inside, holding back on the question-and-answer for the time being. The wonderful scents of home blessed his nostrils for the first time in so long. The house looked just as he remembered. None of the photos on the walls had changed at all. Oscar supposed home redecoration hadn’t exactly been a priority.

“Let me make you a coffee,” his mum insisted, “Then you can tell me everything.” Oscar nervously glanced at Dylan as they sat side-by-side on the sofa. He’d taken for granted how comfortable it was; Cody’s furniture was nowhere near as luxurious.

“What happens next is up to you,” Dylan advised, keeping his voice low, “But from my experience, keeping secrets benefits no-one. The truth comes out eventually. It always does.” Oscar knew he was right. He had to be honest.

Jono felt so relieved to be driving Lily home at last. Leaving her in the bunker overnight felt cruel and horrible. The fact it was necessary didn’t soften the blow. The first few hours after the bite were the worst Jono had ever experienced. His animalistic instincts had never been stronger, and control was non-existent.

Learning control was an art in itself. It took time and practise, and a lot of determination. Lily hadn’t seen this side of being a werewolf before. She was used to the vision, hearing and healing, but the rough part was brand new.

The pack were experts at dealing with newly-bitten werewolves, though, and that made Jono feel more optimistic. Dylan, Freddie, Oscar, and Jono himself had all been through it within the space of a few years, but Lily wasn’t the same. She was already part-werewolf. Something had caused a shift in her, and that was cause for concern. Something was out there. Something with immense power. Jono couldn’t lie – he was terrified.

Lily hadn’t been herself, though. She was quiet and reserved – quite the opposite of her usual self, particularly in Jono’s company. Perhaps it was tiredness, or anxiety after everything that had happened? Even so, something seemed off.

“How are you feeling?” Alex asked. Lily was cradled in his arms across the back seat.

“Fine,” Lily replied, being unusually blunt. Something was definitely up, and Jono was scared. She wasn’t like that the night before.

Jono took a left off the main road. He knew the way home like the back of his hand, so his driving was basically on autopilot. The roads were delightfully quiet – rush hour had passed and the world had settled down again, meaning there wasn’t a single bit of traffic – just the way Jono liked it.

“Err, Jono,” Alex said, confused, “Where are we going?”

“Home,” Jono answered, bewildered. What a strange question. Where else would they be going? Undeterred, Jono kept driving along the blissfully empty road, before parking up in a somewhat deserted car park next to the forest.


That wasn’t right. How were they at the forest? Jono was confused. They weren’t anywhere close to home. The lakehouse was the complete opposite end of the forest, in fact. Worry started to infiltrate Jono’s mind. This wasn’t normal. This wasn’t right.

“Dude,” Alex’s concerned tone was growing stronger, “Are you okay?”

“I told you,” Lily sounded terrified.

“Told him what?” Jono spun around to face his passengers, startling Alex. His face went from confused to terrified in a split second. Jono was alarmed. The situation was growing weirder and weirder by the second. It was like some weird nightmare.

“Jono,” Alex stuttered, “Look in the mirror.”

Jono spun back around to check, unsure of what to expect. Sure enough though, it became apparent immediately.

His eyes were red. Glowing, just like Dylan’s.

Just like an alpha’s.

Belittled by the building in front of him, Freddie felt uneasy. The place he was only just learning to call home had begun to feel unwelcoming. Freddie was stood still on the doorstep of the Drummond house, key in hand, but he wasn’t sure he had the courage to open the door. Once he’d committed, there was no going back.

Freddie knew this moment would come, but he was shocked it had happened so soon. The emotions he felt hadn’t vanished. He still felt angry, and annoyed, and upset, and blindsided. It was going to take a lot of time for any of those to vanish.

From his arrival, Freddie knew his dad wanted to talk. He wouldn’t have shown his face if he didn’t want to speak to his sons, and Freddie wanted to hear him out. At the very least, he’d get some answers to the questions he’d asked ever since he was a kid. The vague, wishy-washy replies from his mum when Freddie felt jealous at his classmates running into their fathers’ arms at the end of the school day.

Taking a deep breath, Freddie slid the key into the lock. After all, he knew he didn’t have a choice. Running away is exactly what his father had done, and Freddie was better than that. There was no way he was going to make the exact same mistake.

“Freddie, is that you?” a voice immediately called out as he shut the door behind him. That voice. The voice he couldn’t have picked out of a crowd just a few days before, yet it now carried so much weight. Sheepishly, Freddie followed the voice into the living room. There he was, sat cosily on Caroline’s armchair, clearly making himself at home, “Take a seat. I made coffee. I wasn’t sure if you wanted milk or sugar, so I brought it all in.”

“Thanks,” Freddie half-smiled, noticing the tray on the coffee table organised neatly with two mugs, a milk jug and the sugar pot, “Just milk, please.”

“Snap,” Mark smiled broadly. Freddie sat down at the far end of the sofa while Mark poured a splash of milk into one of the mugs. He couldn’t deny it – the effort was admirable. It was the least he could do, Freddie supposed, “Thank you for coming. I know I’ve got a lot of explaining to do, but I hope we can get to know each other a little.”

“Why did you leave?” Freddie asked.

“Oh,” Mark seemed surprised by the question, but Freddie didn’t want to endure endless, mind-numbing small talk. He was ready to get to the point, “Your mom and I had been arguing. Like, a lot, for the best part of a year. We tried everything. Date nights, a break from each other, even counselling, but nothing was working. The divorce was going to be messy, and my mental health was at rock bottom.”

“Did you talk to mom?” Freddie was listening intently.

“It wasn’t the done thing for men to be seen as weak, so no, but I wish I had,” Mark admitted, “Because I’ve seen the consequences of not talking and they’re not pretty.”

“So you just left?” Freddie tried to piece the story together.

“I had to, for both our sakes,” Mark clarified.

“But why did you cut us off entirely? No cards, letters, calls,” Freddie queried, “Not even when mom died. You let George step up and become my parent because we had nobody else. It was that or the care system.”

“I tried, you know,” Mark glanced at the floor, his head low, “I wanted to come back for the funeral. For you both. I tried, but I couldn’t. I had an anxiety attack that day. Coming back meant facing up to what I did. Even now, coming to Crystalshaw wasn’t an easy decision.”

Freddie didn’t know what to say. He was learning so much, and his heart was breaking. It was easy to assume the worst of someone, but he didn’t have the full story.

“I’m sorry,” Freddie finally said.

“It’s okay. You’ve had every right to hate me, but I can already tell you’re a smart kid, Freddie. You get that from your mom. I’d love to learn more about you, whenever you’re ready. No pressure,” Mark requested.

“I’m at college now, studying computer science,” Freddie divulged, “I’m dating a girl called Sammi, she’s Jono’s cousin and she’s amazing.”

“I’m so proud of you, and George too. I assume he wasn’t up for seeing me today,” Mark wondered.

“He’ll come, in his own time,” Freddie replied. George wasn’t going to be swayed so easily, not when he was burned first-hand by Mark’s actions, but the truth spoke volumes.

It was like a weight had been lifted off Freddie’s shoulders.

Brett loved watching Yasmin in action. She was never more at ease than when she had a case to crack. It was obvious that she loved the challenge of piecing the evidence together, and she never missed a trick.

On the other hand, investigative work didn’t come so naturally to Brett. He wasn’t as stupid as many assumed – he wasn’t the basketball meathead jock who could barely spell his own name, but that didn’t stop people assuming the worst. Johnny was the first person to truly see through that, and he taught him how to love himself. He’d never lose the value of self-love.

Despite that, Brett was feeling like a spare part in Ed’s office. Yasmin was in full flow and Ed was offering all the answers she needed, but Brett hadn’t thought of anything to contribute that wasn’t stating the obvious.

It was better than being at home, though. Brett hadn’t slept much the night before – how could he? His mind was consumed by grief and sadness. It felt like it would never go away.

“Seven murders, all around Crystalshaw, but what’s the link? Why these people?” Yasmin pondered aloud.

“Does there need to be a link?” Brett considered.

“Not necessarily,” Yasmin thought, “But they could have killed anyone. Why, specifically, these seven people?”

“What are their names?” Brett wondered. He’d surely recognise the names of any werewolves; Dylan wasn’t exactly little-known in Crystalshaw after all.

“All seven, right here,” Ed passed a lined piece of paper, his semi-legible writing listing the victims. Brett paused for a moment, doing a double take when he saw Johnny’s name at the bottom of the list. It still hadn’t properly sunk in yet, “Recognise any?”

“No,” Brett sighed. So much for that idea. He examined the details of the victims more closely, “They’re all different ages, with different backgrounds. There’s literally nothing in common.”

“There’s always something,” Yasmin insisted, “Maybe it’s subtle, but it’s there. We just need to find it.”

“And if they kill again? We can’t waste time,” Brett was determined. He couldn’t let any more lives be lost.

“If we don’t keep looking, people will definitely die,” Yasmin corrected, “This is how we get justice for Johnny, Brett. I promise.”

Brett sighed. Yasmin was right – she always was – but it felt hopeless. Nevertheless, he glanced back at the list. Though it seemed stupid, Brett checked the first letters of each name.

Neil Terry

Candice Tedesco

Joshua Nash

Aynur Sharif

Harvey Saunders

Rachel Thacker

Johnny Elliott

No luck. No hint of any clue or anagram among them. Brett was getting frustrated quickly. He’d make a terrible detective; patience was not on his side.

There it was. Staring him right in the face. The first letters meant nothing, but that wasn’t the only way to form an anagram. The last letters were a different story entirely.

Y. O. H. F. S. R. T.


A harsh shiver slammed through Brett’s body. He looked over to Yasmin, oblivious to his discovery. How could he break this news to her? What did it even mean? Brett was confused, but he knew it wasn’t going to be good – nothing involving her father ever was.

“Um,” Brett piped up, bracing himself, “I think I found the link. Heads up, you’re not gonna like it.”

“What is it?” Yasmin asked, almost excitedly. Brett felt guilty. He was about to burst her bubble, and he hated that it had fallen onto his shoulders.

“Look at what the last letters spell out,” Brett held out the piece of paper. Yasmin’s expression turned from intrigued to terrified in a split second.

“M-my dad,” she stuttered. She was horrified, and Brett felt much the same.

There was always a slight awkwardness when sitting on someone else’s sofa, Dylan thought. He couldn’t casually lounge like he would at home. His posture was bolt upright, both his feet were on the floor, and his hands laid on top of his knees. It wasn’t the most comfortable position; why did spreading out on someone else’s sofa feel rude?

Besides, Dylan was more focused on Oscar than himself. He was sat similarly, more reserved than you’d expect him to be in his own house. After all, it hadn’t been his home for a while. Nevertheless, Dylan could sense Oscar’s nerves against his own skin. The emotions were so strong in that room.

“You look well,” Gemma observed. Dylan had visited Oscar’s mum several times during his absence. He felt it was part of his duty as Oscar’s alpha, not that she knew the full story. Nonetheless, she’d insisted on first name terms. Ms. Madden-Whelan was quite the mouthful anyway.

“Yeah,” Oscar nodded, “Look, mom, there’s a lot to tell you, but there’s one thing I have to show you first. Please, don’t be scared, it’s nothing bad. Promise me you won’t hate me.”

“Oscar, I could never hate you,” Gemma insisted. Dylan knew she was telling the truth. She had been lost without her only son.

“Okay. Give me a moment,” Oscar requested, hiding his face with his hand. Dylan knew what was coming next, but there was no way Gemma could prepare herself. Slowly, Oscar withdrew his hands, exposing a sight that had become familiar to Dylan.

“Oh my god,” Gemma’s eyes widened, her jaw dropping like a cash register as she saw her son’s transformed face. His cheeks were hairy, his mouth brimming with extra teeth and fangs, while his ears had grown pointy, sticking out from his stylish blonde shaggy locks that remained untouched. That was the weirdest part – he was still visibly Oscar, but the cuteness had morphed into an animal, “What are you?”

“Werewolf,” Oscar answered, glowing his bright yellow eyes. Dylan didn’t doubt Oscar for a second, but he was definitely relieved that he hadn’t lost the innocence of that yellow colour in his absence.

“But…how?” Oscar’s mum could barely form a sentence.

“Long story,” Oscar replied, shifting back to his human form, “There’s a fair few of us. Jono, Josh, Freddie.”

“And me,” Dylan chipped in.

“Dylan saved my life. If it wasn’t for him, I’d be dead, but it meant I became a werewolf too,” Oscar recalled.

“Um, okay,” Gemma had never looked so baffled, “Is this a game?”

“No, mom, it’s real, you saw…” Oscar was worried. This was what he’d feared.

“It was a mask. I saw you hiding your face to put it on,” Gemma was determined not to believe.

“You think?” Dylan stepped in. He allowed the wolf to take over, like raising a barrier in his mind. He let his face morphing into its alternative form – it wasn’t painful, but it never stopped feeling strange. Dylan tried to avoid shifting when he could, but this was a separate scenario.

“No. This isn’t real,” Gemma insisted.

“Mom,” Oscar knelt down and took her hand, “This is real. This is me. If you want to know where I’ve been, you must understand this first.” Gemma fell silent. Finally, she was opening her mind.

“Okay,” Gemma nodded, “Please, tell me everything. I’m listening.”

“I’ll save you the trouble,” another voice butted in. A voice Dylan didn’t recognise. His eyes shot to the right, seeing a figure stood at the far end of the room. How he got inside, Dylan didn’t know, but he had a bad feeling. The figure was male, with messy red curls drooping just below his shoulders. To make matters worse, his hair colour wasn’t far off the sharp glow of his eyes.

This had to be Cody.

In a split second, Cody shot across the room. He ignored Dylan and Oscar completely; Gemma was the target. Before Dylan could intervene, he slammed his claws into the back of Gemma’s neck.

“No,” Dylan called out as Oscar lunged forward to fight, “I’ve seen this before. We can’t break the link, or they’ll both die.”

Dylan knew little about who Cody was, but he was sinking in his estimations with every passing second.

Focused intently on his nose, Jeremy was in the zone. He knew Sammi and Felix were relying on his enhanced senses, so he couldn’t afford to mess up. It surely couldn’t have been that difficult to follow a scent anyway, particularly that of his own cousin.

It hadn’t been long since Lily was last at this shop, whatever shop it might have been. That was good news for Jeremy, as it meant the scent would still be lingering. The more time that passed, the weaker the scent got.

The problem was the location. It was midday during summer break, so Crystalshaw high street was busier than ever. So many people were around, hundreds passing Jeremy by every minute. So many scents to cloud his nose. His job was so much tougher, but not completely impossible.

“Anything?” Sammi keenly questioned.

“Nothing at all,” Jeremy fed back. So far, it felt like a gigantic waste of time.

“We must be close,” Felix encouraged. Jeremy always knew he could rely on him. Felix was the only person who truly understood the inner workings of Jeremy’s chaotic brain. Even Jeremy himself didn’t completely understand his mind most of the time.

The trio passed shop after shop and still, Jeremy couldn’t find a thing. It felt hopeless – whatever happened to Lily clearly didn’t take place in a busy shop, so they had to look for somewhere less obvious. Somewhere nearby where Lily could be taken without anyone seeing.

The difficulty was that there weren’t any empty buildings in sight. Every shop was occupied, which explained the complete lack of scent. They were almost definitely wasting their time, and Jeremy didn’t want to be a spare part.

“This is hopeless,” he sighed, “We’re looking in the wrong place. She can’t have been anywhere as busy as this.”

“You’re right,” Sammi admitted, “But where are there empty shops?”

“I’ve got an idea,” Felix piped up, jogging on ahead. Confused, Jeremy followed with Sammi bringing up the rear. He took them to the end of the high street – the quiet section, with much fewer people around. Felix ground to a halt in front of a single, deserted shop building. They were in luck: Jeremy picked up on Lily’s scent. She had been there.

“This is the place,” Jeremy announced with glee, “How did you know?”

“I didn’t,” Felix admitted, “Lucky guess I suppose. My dad used to own a repair shop but it went under a few years ago.”

“You’re the best,” Jeremy smiled proudly. Felix looked back modestly; it was so cute.

“Right, let’s go in,” Sammi keenly decided – too keenly for her own good, Jeremy suspected.

“It’ll be locked, nobody’s been inside in years,” Felix mentioned. They knew that wasn’t true, though, because Lily had been there. Jeremy attempted the door, and sure enough, it creaked open without any bother.

“Oops,” Felix gulped. He was getting scared, and Jeremy was too. They were about to walk into the unknown, and Jeremy wasn’t confident.

“Come on,” Sammi made up for their reservations, springing into the shop first. Jeremy shared a look of worry with Felix. Neither of them felt positive, but together, they stepped inside. They had each other’s backs above all else.

Inside the shop, Jeremy instantly noticed how dirty it was. Empty shelving units were coated in thick dust jackets; Felix was right, it had been abandoned. The walls were bare, and the only other furnishing was the cash desk, which was, of course, just as dusty as the shelves.

“Guys,” Sammi called. Quickly, Jeremy dashed further into the room. Slithering into view was an alarming patch of dried blood. Well, mostly dry. It hadn’t been there long.

“It’s Lily’s,” Jeremy identified, but something wasn’t right. There was more than just Lily’s scent there. One that he recognised, “And another scent.”

“Whose is it?” Sammi impatiently queried.

“No,” Jeremy figured it out. He knew exactly whose it was, “It can’t be.” The rumours were true.

“It’s our dad’s.”

Gently stirring, Josh’s eyes adjusted back to the light with great difficulty. He really needed some blackout curtains for that room. Thankfully, he’d managed a significant nap – not quite enough to make up for his all-nighter, but the edge had certainly been taken off.

Josh had no regrets, anyway. He did Jono a favour, which went some small way towards repaying him for everything he’d done. After all, Jono could have cut Josh off years back – he’d had more than enough reasons to. Instead, Jono had remained loyal, as had Dylan and the rest of the pack. Now he had a home and a family that he could rely on, and it was thanks to them.

Heaving himself up, Josh checked his phone. One hundred percent battery, thankfully. As per usual, he had a few notifications: a couple of new Instagram followers, a Duolingo reminder and a countdown to his birthday. Unusually, though, the pack group chat was silent. It was only ever quiet for one reason – everyone was busy, and considering it was the summer, there could only be one thing keeping them occupied.

Grabbing his trousers from the floor and a fresh t-shirt from his chest of drawers, Josh was getting ready in record time. Whatever was going on, he wanted to be involved. He wanted to help in any way he could. Ready to go, Josh grabbed his phone and headed out the door. Confusingly, though, the door was locked. Josh was baffled – the door didn’t have a lock on it. Did he slam it by mistake and jam it?

Nonetheless, that wasn’t enough to stop him. Josh was a werewolf, he could perfectly land a jump from the window. Strangely, though, the window was locked too. This was weird. Josh was beginning to feel scared. Something was up.

“Did you miss me?” a voice broke the blissful silence like a wrecking ball. A voice he knew. A voice he’d prayed never to hear again. A voice he thought was long since dead and buried. Nervously, Josh turned to face the voice. Sure enough, there he was. The most impossible sight. Josh was frozen to the spot. His worst nightmare had come true.


6: Status Written by MarthaJonesFan

Social situations were where Oscar thrived. There was nothing he enjoyed more than the company of good friends, and meeting new people always made him excited.

Not this time, though.

Strangely, Oscar felt nervous. He was about to meet three new people, but his usual enthusiasm was completely absent. Perhaps it was the fear of the unknown? After all, these weren’t just any old people.

It didn’t help that Oscar was grieving, somewhat. Nobody had actually died, but his old life may as well have. He’d had to leave his pack behind. His friends. The first people he’d met in Crystalshaw. He couldn’t see them again, and that was hard, even though he knew he was protecting them.

Then there was his mum. The only person he’d had in his life for an extended period of time. He rarely saw his dad, and they never had any other kids, so it was just the two of them, wherever they happened to be living. Now, she’d be on her own. Oscar felt horrible, but this was his sacrifice. This was the way he got to keep everyone alive.

Cody led the way from the college campus to a warehouse ten minutes down the road. Outside, it looked completely normal. So normal that nobody would ever look twice at it. Inside, though, it was surprisingly homely. Oscar noticed a central area with a couple of tatty sofas and a TV, with doors leading to makeshift side rooms. It seemed quite cosy.

“Here they are,” Cody introduced. Occupying the sofa were the tree people Oscar had been told about already. Cody’s pack. Oscar couldn’t lie – he felt a little intimidated. He trusted that Cody would protect him, but he’d seen his ruthless side. Now, there were three others that surely shared that attitude, “Guys, this is Oscar.”

Awkwardly, Oscar waved. He didn’t know how else to react. His throat was too dry to speak. Nerves had taken over.

“Hey, I’m Archie,” a tall, muscly lad stood up to shake his hand. Oscar obliged, taken aback by the very tight grip of Archie’s huge hand, “This is Mariana, and that’s Keisha.”

“I can speak for myself,” Keisha hit back, without even looking at Oscar. He felt uncomfortable. He didn’t want to cause any bother. It was obvious, though, that he had some work to do if he wanted to make friends with all of Cody’s pack.

He’d have done anything to go back home.

With every second that passed, Dylan’s rage was building. He was never one to get angry – anger only caused problems as far as he was concerned, so it wasn’t even worth thinking about being anything other than calm. It was very much his nature.

Cody was provoking that reaction from him, though. He was the first person to ignite that fire in so long. It was the sheer temerity and audacity of his arrival. Turning up and taking over, after everything he’d inflicted on Oscar.

Five minutes had passed and his claws were still in the back of Gemma’s neck. Dylan had seen this before – it was a method of retrieving information from the depths of someone’s memories, but he’d never seen it used to share information in return. This told him a lot about how experienced Cody was. Far more than Dylan, clearly, and that was terrifying.

Dylan could see the concern building in Oscar’s face. He’d gone from immediate panic, to confusion, and back to panic again. Dylan certainly couldn’t blame him, though. The thought of his mum being in danger was Dylan’s greatest fear, and it was evident that Oscar was similarly close with his mum.

Rapidly, Cody backed off, gasping for air as if he’d been underwater for an hour. Gemma backed off, her instincts pulling her away from Cody and towards Oscar. If Cody wanted to win Oscar back, he’d just made the worst possible move. Dylan reacted quickly, blocking the path between Oscar and Cody.

“Outside,” Dylan demanded, making direct eye contact with his fellow alpha.

“Pleasure to meet you, Dylan. I’ve heard so much about you. My boyfriend’s your biggest fan. Wouldn’t be surprised if he fancies you. Oh wait, that was your boyfriend, wasn’t it?” Cody spoke with such fury and spite. It was having the desired effect, too, as Oscar’s rage was skyrocketing. He lunged forward to attack, but Dylan blocked him. Fighting would have played straight into Cody’s hands.

“Outside,” Dylan repeated, “Now. Gemma’s not part of this. This is between you, me and Oscar.”

“Whatever you want, alpha,” Cody shrugged, making his way to the back door.

“By the way,” Oscar yelled out, “You’re dumped.”

Dylan tried to hide his smirk. He knew Oscar was hurting, but he was so much better off without Cody. Dylan wasn’t naïve, though – he knew Cody wasn’t finished.

This was a long way off being over.

Sprinting along the narrow forest road, Sammi was delighted to see Dylan’s house sliding into view. As much as she enjoyed running, she’d definitely fallen out of practice since school finished. Sammi was out of breath, as was Felix, but Jeremy made the sprint look easy. His body could handle far more than either of theirs, and it had never been this obvious.

Regardless, they had made it. Dylan needed to hear their news, as much as Sammi hated to be the one to break it to him. She still hadn’t processed it fully; perhaps it wasn’t much of a shock after seeing the eyes at the hospital, but either way, Sammi was definitely thinking more about the effects on everyone else than herself.

The whole journey, Sammi kept checking up on Jeremy. Physically, he’d never been better, but Sammi wasn’t worried about that. What David did to him was scarring, and there was no denying how much he’d screwed up the formative years of Jeremy’s life. He would have every reason to run and hide in fear, but he looked to be holding up. Perhaps it hadn’t sunk in for him either?

Not only did they need to talk to Dylan, but Josh had to be warned too. Sammi knew he would find David’s return to be highly triggering, and she understood wholly. What he put Josh through was torture. The ripple effects on his mental health continued for months. Sammi had to be gentle when breaking the news to him; it wasn’t going to be easy, but he deserved to know.

“Oh, hey,” a chirpy voice called from the front door. Sammi had been staring at the floor as she walked the remainder of the distance, too wrapped up in her own mind to notice Freddie watching them approach.

“Hey,” Sammi smiled, “How did it go?” She’d been so wrapped up in David drama that she’d almost forgotten Freddie’s important chat with his dad.

“Yeah, pretty well,” Freddie nodded casually, “Thanks.”

“What for?” Sammi wondered.

“Being there for me. You’re the best girlfriend I could ask for,” Freddie grinned proudly. Sammi hadn’t seen him so happy in ages. That smile was infectious; she loved it so much.

“I’m gonna throw up,” Felix teased. Sammi chuckled – things weren’t remotely frosty between Felix and Freddie, much to her relief. Felix could easily have resented their relationship – maybe finding someone new in Jeremy helped?

“Hey, is Dylan here?” Sammi queried.

“No, he’s with Oscar at his mom’s. Caroline’s taken Maria out for coffee. Josh is upstairs sleeping, otherwise it’s just my dad here,” Freddie replied, “Everything okay?”

“Not really,” Sammi sighed, “We’re gonna need your help to talk to Josh. He’s back, Freddie. For sure. He bit Lily and made her a full werewolf.”

“Did you see him?” Freddie was taken aback.

“No, I caught his scent though,” Jeremy answered.

“Shit. Josh needs to know. Come on,” Freddie turned around to lead the way upstairs. Sammi felt nervous, but relieved that Freddie agreed with her. Josh needed to know, but bursting his bubble was going to break her heart.

“Okay,” Freddie skidded to a halt just outside their bedroom, lowering his voice, “He’s been sleeping. He took the night shift to guard Lily. I’ll wake him gently, then we’ll tell him,” Freddie suggested. Sammi nodded – his plan was perfect. Freddie quickly pushed the door handle and inched the door open. Suddenly, all hopes of tranquillity vanished. Freddie dashed inside, looking around frantically.

The bed was empty. Josh was gone.

“Where is he?” Freddie panicked.

“His scent,” Jeremy’s voice quivered, “It’s here too.”

“Whose scent?” Freddie stressed.

“Dad’s,” Sammi realised, her stomach turning, “David was here.” The situation was getting serious very quickly, and Sammi felt beyond uncomfortable.

Cowering in the corner, Josh was frozen to the spot. He didn’t know what to do. He’d never felt more terrified, and that truly meant something considering everything he’d been through. This was on a completely different scale.

His worst nightmare had come true. David was back. Somehow, he’d survived the explosion. Josh had seen this before, in his nightmares, where David seemed to be omnipresent. At least Josh had some comfort from his nightmares not being real. Now he didn’t even have that.

Every feeling he’d worked so hard to overcome had resurfaced. Josh, primarily, felt angry. David had taken advantage of him, opening old wounds and almost ruining the life he’d built for himself. Thanks to him, Josh lost Yasmin for good. His dreams of a future with her were ruined.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” David provoked. He’d taken Josh to some abandoned, dusty shop, and he was standing behind the counter as if he were hosting guests at a bar. Josh remained silent at the opposite end of the room. He had nothing to say to David. All he needed to do was wait for his moment to escape. The door was locked – he’d seen David lock it, just before he took Josh’s phone – but there must have been another exit.

“Okay, I’ll start,” David sat on the counter, “I know you’re wondering how I survived. Same way as my son and your alpha brother. The Lunar Sanctum have their uses, or should I say, ‘had’?”

Josh wasn’t stupid. He knew David was fishing for information, but Josh wasn’t giving him anything. He’d have to work a lot harder to get any level of conversation out of him.

“Turns out their fire alarm went off and their security system was temporarily disabled,” David continued. Josh shuddered. That was Dylan and Jeremy making their escape. They’d inadvertently released David back into the world.

“So I bided my time. Waited for college to be over, but I just had to come and see my protégé,” David riled. Josh’s blood was simmering, and he was seconds away from bubbling over, “You look well.”

“No thanks to you,” Josh finally snapped.

“Ah, he talks,” David smirked, victorious.

“I owe you nothing, David,” Josh regretted opening his mouth, but it was too late now.

“Your friend Lily does, though,” David smugly smiled. Josh’s mind was spinning. The pieces began to slot together. Lily mentioned a shop, and David was an alpha. It made perfect sense.

“Wh…why?” Josh was even more disgusted.

“My niece is the first member of my new pack,” David was revelling in his plan.

“Lily won’t go with you,” Josh knew Lily like the back of his hand. She had a moral compass like no-one else.

“Lily may not, but the wolf in her will be craving an attack. When she gives in, I’ll be waiting,” David chuckled. Josh felt sick. This was bad news. He needed to warn the others, and fast.

Breathing fast. Dizzy mind. Jono needed space. He stumbled clumsily out of the car and tried to stand up, but balance was proving a challenge. Something was seriously wrong, and he couldn’t help panicking. After all, Jono had been in the supernatural world for long enough to know that signs like this never meant anything good.

Why were his eyes red? They were the colour of an alpha’s eyes, and he was absolutely not an alpha. Jono had seen how much pressure Dylan had on his shoulders, and Jono never wanted that for himself. How Dylan coped, Jono didn’t know – his strength was admirable – but did Jono’s eyes being red affect Dylan’s status too? He had so many questions.

The last time Jono’s eyes were red was when Ranulf had taken over his body, and Ranulf was gone for good, or so Jono hoped. He couldn’t cope with being banished to the vision world again. Jono would do anything to stop that happening.

“Jono, are you okay?” Alex followed him, “Come on, sit down.”

“No,” Jono insisted, “Because this can’t happen. Something’s not right. I need to sort it.”

“Jono, sit down,” Lily ordered, raising her voice. Jono looked round in astonishment – Lily never raised her voice at him, so he was taken aback. She mattered so much to him, though. What she said carried weight. Jono listened, sitting down on the curb. Alex and Lily sat snugly either side of him, which felt like a safety barrier for Jono.

“I’m scared,” Jono confessed, noticing his breathing was slowing.

“I get it,” Lily replied, “I’m scared too. I don’t know what I am anymore.”

“That’s different,” Jono sighed.

“Okay, maybe it’s a bit different, but my point is the same,” Lily admitted, “You didn’t think twice before helping me out. We do things together. We’re not like mom and dad. Family matters to us, Jono, because you’re the only person I can guarantee will be there for me forever.”

“Hey,” Alex playfully interrupted, pretending to be offended.

“Don’t start,” Lily smiled, “My point is, I’m here for you, Jono. There’s no need to panic, because no matter what, we’ve got each other, and we’ll get to the bottom of this. You, me, Alex, and Dylan.”

“He’s busy,” Jono sighed. He knew and understood that Dylan’s priority was with Oscar that day, but he wanted a hug from his fiancée so much.

“Then he can join in later,” Lily reassured, “Don’t think I haven’t noticed that ring on your finger, either.”

“I was going to tell you, things got in the way,” Jono quickly defended. He didn’t want Lily to think she was the last to know.

“I know, don’t worry. I’m so happy for you guys. As long as I’m groomsmaid,” Lily hugged him tightly.

“Duh,” Jono chuckled.

“Okay, back on track,” Lily sat back up, refocusing, “First question, why the hell are we here?”

Jono looked around. They were on the edge of the forest, the opposite end to Dylan’s house. He hadn’t been in that area very much, so it was a pretty strange place to end up.

“Honestly, no idea,” Jono shrugged, “I wish I knew.”

“I think I’ve got an idea,” Alex spoke up, pointing above the treetops. Stretching over the top was an extremely wide branch, wider than any other tree had. It enveloped the forest like a tight, protective hug. Jono knew exactly what tree it belonged to, as well. He’d know it anywhere.

“It wants me to find it,” Jono realised, “The Nemeton wants to see me.”

It wasn’t like Yasmin to get nervous. She rarely had anything to actually get nervous over, in fact. While most teenagers were terrified of public speaking, Yasmin saw it as her chance to shine. It was the one time where everyone had to listen to what she had to say, so she relished those opportunities, particularly before she met Dylan.

Perhaps Yasmin had become quite settled. Life with her mum was surprisingly okay considering their occasionally frosty relationship. She had everything she needed, and as far as she knew, her mum had no dodgy, shady secrets hidden from her either. Life was surprisingly cosy – at home, anyway.

The truth was, Yasmin had worked extremely hard to move on from her father. His toxic reign over her life had ended, and now she was in a position where she didn’t need to have anything to do with him.

Until her hand was forced.

Whatever was happening in Crystalshaw, whatever happened to those poor victims, it was obvious that her dad had some level of involvement. Being behind bars was never going to stop him completely – after all, Yasmin still didn’t know everything about his hunter past, and, more specifically, all the contacts he surely had. Hunting was not a one-man job.

Therefore, it was time for Yasmin to confront her demons. Her need for answers was far greater than any emotions she felt towards her dad. She needed to know the full story, and only one person could give her the facts.

Nothing about sitting in a prison interview room brought comfort to Yasmin. Some relief came from the privacy – Ed had arranged the meeting to fast-track the process, so they were separated from any other prisoners.

Also of comfort was Yasmin’s company. Brett was sat on her right with Ed stood behind. It felt good to have people she trusted with her. After all, Brett knew exactly what her dad was capable of. They were each other’s support bubbles.

The heavy door in front heaved open with some difficulty. A prison officer led the way, followed by a greying man in orange overalls. That was him. He looked older, and he had more of a stubble compared to his usual clean-shaven polished face, but it provoked the same feeling of dread in Yasmin. That was Forsyth. A second officer brought up the rear and closed the door as the first handcuffed Forsyth’s hands to the centre of the table. Now they were face-to-face. Yasmin’s instincts were telling her to run and get away, but she wasn’t giving in. She had to see it through.

Brett gripped Yasmin’s hand under the table. Yasmin assumed it was just as much for himself as it was for her. After all, they were looking at the person who might have ordered Johnny’s death. It was tough for Brett, too.

“Hello darling,” Forsyth smiled. Yasmin shuddered. She hadn’t heard that voice in a long time – outside of her nightmares, at least.

“Alright, let’s not waste time,” Ed intervened. He knew exactly how Yasmin was feeling. Honestly, Ed had been more of a dad to her than Forsyth had ever been. He always understood her emotions.

“Excuse me, Sheriff,” Forsyth scoffed, “If you need my help, then it’s only fair I get something in return. A catch-up with my daughter isn’t too much to ask, is it?”

“I can send you straight back in there, losing your only chance to see your daughter,” Ed threatened, “And for good measure, I’ll get you thrown into solitary confinement. How’s that for an incentive?”

“It’s okay. Thanks, Sheriff,” Yasmin admired his protectiveness, but this was her fight. She turned back to face her father, “But let’s skip the small talk and stop pretending either of us care.”

“Whatever you say, sweetie,” Forsyth continued his doting father act. It disgusted Yasmin, but she knew she had to grin and bear it for the intel she desired, “Are you at college? I mean, clever girl like you is surely at Harvard, right?”

“I just finished my first year at Crystalshaw,” Yasmin replied. Inside, she despaired. She knew she was going to have to justify her choice of college, but he didn’t deserve any explanation from her.

“Crystalshaw? Really? I wanted you to get out there, Yasmin. You’ve got a big future ahead of you. You deserve better than Crystalshaw,” Forsyth harped on.

“Crystalshaw was offering the course I wanted. It means I can live with mom still and…” Yasmin tailed off, catching herself.

“And see your friends,” Forsyth realised regardless, “Oh, how I wish you’d never met that Dylan.”

“Well if it weren’t for Dylan, I wouldn’t be here now. We need answers,” Yasmin mentioned, swiftly changing topic.

“About?” Forsyth acted like he didn’t know.

“Seven murders,” Ed took over, “Taking place all over Crystalshaw. The last letter of the victims’ surnames spelt out your surname.”

“I see,” Forsyth pondered, “I wish I could help, but I know nothing about them.”

“Bullshit,” Brett scoffed, “It literally spelt out your name.”

“Look, even if I weren’t in here, do you think I’d be stupid enough to leave a clue that obvious?” Forsyth reasoned. Yasmin sighed – she knew he had a point. He was always far smarter than that. Nothing made sense, but Yasmin felt terrified.

They knew even less than they realised.

His blood simmering with anger, Dylan was ready to give one clear message to Cody. He only needed to understand one thing – they weren’t going anywhere. His pack were there to stay. Somehow, Dylan sensed it wouldn’t go down well.

Quite why Cody felt so threatened by him was the most baffling thing to Dylan. He wasn’t a threat, and he and his pack had solved more problems than they’d caused. Why was that so bad?

Perhaps that was the issue in itself? Dylan wasn’t blind – he knew his name had found its way out there. It carried weight. It meant something. Maybe Cody couldn’t handle not being the most powerful alpha in Crystalshaw? It was a little pathetic if so, in Dylan’s eyes. Status was the least of his worries. The safety of his pack was all he cared about.

“What the fuck was that?” Oscar yelled. He was just as angry as Dylan – if not more so – but he wasn’t as good at concealing it.

“Nice to see you too, thanks for letting me know you’re alive,” Cody hit back, “Not even a phone call.”

“I don’t have a phone anymore, remember? I don’t have a fucking clue what your number is, because I’ve never needed it,” Oscar yelled. Dylan’s heart broke. Oscar wasn’t even allowed a phone? No matter how dressed up in romance this was, it sounded more like a hostage situation to Dylan. Cody got worse the more Dylan learned about him.

“You got what you signed up for,” Cody remained firm. Dylan had had enough. He always had Oscar’s back, and now was the time to prove it.

“No, he got what you signed him up for. Correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t you basically blackmail him to stay and be your boyfriend?” Dylan called it as he saw it.

“I never forced him to do anything,” Cody defended himself, “Did I, Oscar?”

“No,” Oscar sheepishly answered. It was obvious that he was hurting – his feelings towards Cody were real but built on false pretences.

“Exactly,” Cody boasted.

“But you manipulated him. You used me and my life as a way of stealing Oscar for your pack. And your bed too, it seems,” Dylan figured it out.

“I was serious about the deal,” Cody insisted.

“Well, you’d better kill me now then,” Dylan looked Cody straight in the yes. Cody scowled, scrunching up his face, before walking away.

“You’re not welcome here, Cody,” Dylan called out after him, hammering the point home, but Cody didn’t look back round. He’d been shown up. Now, Dylan could focus entirely on Oscar. He was putting on a brave face, but he didn’t need to any longer. Dylan wasn’t ever going to stop looking out for him.

Before Dylan could say anything, his phone buzzed. A text from Freddie, in all capitals.


Dylan’s stomach dropped like a ton of bricks. He was confused, but what he needed to do was obvious.

“I’m needed, pack emergency. Stay here with your mom, make sure she’s okay,” Dylan directed. Oscar nodded. His mum was more important, but Dylan needed to save his brother.

Freddie was at a loss. He didn’t know what to do or where to go. All he knew was that Josh was gone, and that was making him panic. There wasn’t any indicator of where he could be, so Freddie was having to rely on his senses.

The problem was that his senses weren’t detecting much at all. Josh’s scent seemed to peter out as soon as they left the house, so Freddie was stumped. His best friend was out there, and he hated just how helpless he felt. If he couldn’t find Josh, who could?

It was difficult to comprehend everything Sammi had told him, too. Freddie had seen the clues, but actual proof of David being back? That came with a whole tidal wave of horrifying memories. Nothing made him feel worse than saying goodbye to Dylan at the bunker, just before he blew it up. That moment lived in his mind on repeat every day until Dylan returned alive, against all odds. That was all because of David. His return was wholly unwelcome.

All they could do in the meantime was use their one remaining useful sense – common sense. What would David do? Where would he take a fully grown nineteen-year-old? Certainly not along the main road, which left one other route out of the Drummond house: the forest.

“Got anything?” Sammi queried, her anxieties at their maximum.

“Still nothing,” Freddie sighed.

“Same,” Jeremy added. He and Freddie were walking side-by-side, a couple of metres ahead of Sammi and Felix. Freddie could feel Jeremy’s nerves against his skin, they were that prevalent.

“Sure you’re up to this?” Freddie asked, keeping his voice low.

“I have to be,” Jeremy whispered back, still focusing on the path ahead, “I’ve got a life to protect now. People I’m not willing to lose. He’s taken enough from me already.”

“I get it,” Freddie replied calmly. The last thing he wanted to do was work Jeremy up any further, “I mean, it’s not a competition to see who has the worst dad, but I know how it feels to be let down. In a very different way, obviously.”

“I know, I’m sorry,” Jeremy finally made eye contact, “It’s just, I finally have a life of my own. I’ve got my sister, I’ve got my bo…” Jeremy tailed off, as if he’d caught himself revealing a secret mid-word.

“Boyfriend,” Freddie realised. Suddenly, things started to make sense. He’d noticed how close Jeremy and Felix had been, but the thought hadn’t crossed his mind.

“We’ve not really told anyone,” Jeremy justified.

“It’s alright, the secret’s safe with me,” Freddie insisted, “I’m happy for you, dude. You deserve someone that takes care of you.”

“He does. He knows everything I’m feeling, better than I do in fact. He makes everything better,” Jeremy explained. Freddie’s heart was full. Nobody deserved happiness more than Jeremy.

“Guys, I think we’re wasting time,” Sammi called out.

“There’s no sign of anyone being here,” Felix concurred.

“Okay, does anyone have any better ideas?” Freddie queried.

“I think I might,” Jeremy replied, “He took Josh to get our attention. To make a point. Let’s stop overthinking.” Freddie was intrigued – as long as they found Josh safe and sound, he was all-ears.

Jumping over tree trunks and swerving hanging branches, Jono wasn’t exactly sure where he was heading. He knew he was going deeper into the forest, but specifically where, he wasn’t sure. Well, his legs seemed to know, but they hadn’t passed the knowledge onto his brain.

The Nemeton was an unusual existence. It had to want to be found; nobody stumbled upon it by accident. Even if you’d been there before, it didn’t let you retain the memory of the location somehow. Jono wished he knew more about it – it was the biggest enigma in the supernatural world – but even the Bestiary was light on the details.

Nevertheless, it was calling Jono, and his body seemed to know exactly where to go. Lily was following, keeping pace, while Alex lagged further back. There was no time to waste, though. Jono had instincts to follow, and the Nemeton was waiting.

“Jono, wait up,” Lily called out. It felt strange to see her keeping pace with him. He’d been so consumed by her full transformation, but now that was just one thing on his growing list of problems to solve.

Jono turned right into a clearing, grinding to a halt like a car at risk of crashing. He was there. He’d found it. The Nemeton. That huge, wide pillar-like trunk with branches protecting the surrounding trees and leaves dangling from each one. Fireflies hovered around the trunk, making the impressive tree look even more magical.

“Oh my god,” Jono heard from behind him. He looked around to see Alex gazing wide-eyed at the impressive sight before him. He’d never seen the Nemeton before, “How have I never noticed this thing before?”

“It’s called the Nemeton,” Lily explained, “A beacon of supernatural activity. That’s all we really know, but it has to want to be found.”

“I’d like to be like that,” Alex chuckled.

“Why are we here, Jono? What does it want?” Lily queried.

“It wants me,” Jono nervously replied, building up the confidence to approach. He took a deep breath and stepped forward, one foot after the other, before pausing just in front of the trunk. Jono wasn’t sure what to do next. Did he need to say something? Do something? Instead of wasting time, Jono focused. Somehow, he’d known how to get there in the first place. Perhaps his instincts knew what to do next?

The instructions were there in his mind. Jono placed both hands on the trunk. Immediately, he felt a bolt of electricity shoot straight through his whole body. The connection was made. The Nemeton was reaching into him.

Time passed, but Jono wasn’t sure how much. It could have been seconds or even hours. All he knew was how much it hurt. Jono was in so much pain, wincing as he tried to bear it.

The link broke. Jono fell backwards, straight into Lily’s arms. He was exhausted.

“What? How long was I there?” Jono was gobsmacked.

“About a minute,” Lily replied, “Are you okay?”

Jono wasn’t sure how to answer. He was fine, but the wolf felt different. It felt stronger. It felt more capable.

Just what he expected of an alpha.

7: The Test Written by MarthaJonesFan

In. Hold. Out

Jono was trying every technique he could to slow his breathing. It was the only way he could take back control. A lot had happened in a very short period, and his mind needed to catch up. Processing was imperative, and he didn’t have any answers yet.

As soon as the Nemeton had finished with Jono, the pain ceased. Nothing had ever felt more relieving. He wasn’t sure what it had actually done, though, and that was only stressing him out. Somehow, he felt stronger than he did before, but justifying how or why was impossible.

He sat up, pushing his back up from Lily’s arms. Jono was pleased to have her and Alex, but he wasn’t confident either of them would know more than he did. They needed answers from elsewhere.

“Lily, I need you to answer me honestly,” Jono looked at her directly. The answer to this question was make-or-break.

“Of course,” Lily nodded.

“What colour are my eyes?” Jono flicked the imaginary switch on his wolf eyes. He so desperately hoped they were back to their usual golden yellow.

“Um,” Lily hesitated.

“Honestly,” Jono reiterated.

“Red,” Lily sighed, “This can’t be good, right? You’re not an alpha.”

“I’m not so sure anymore,” Jono pondered.

“I thought you had to kill an alpha to become one?” Alex added.

“Most of the time, yeah,” Jono worried, “Just when you think this supernatural shit can’t get any more confusing.” He was doing his best to stay composed, but it was difficult.

“Come on. We need to find Dylan,” Lily suggested.

“Oh my god, please, Jono heaved himself onto his feet, holding a hand out for Lily to help herself up. Nothing made sense but Dylan. He was the one constant in Jono’s life, and he needed him more than ever.

Sprinting into town, Dylan was assuming the worst. Freddie’s text spelt things out as clear as day, but Dylan needed the finer details. Josh was missing, but was he taken, or did he run away? Dylan couldn’t have blamed him for the latter – David being back was the worst-case scenario. Dylan really wished he’d stayed in the past.

Even the mention of David’s name had triggered Dylan. It brought memories of the Lunar Sanctum flooding back, and they sent shivers through his body. It was the worst few months of his life, and it was brought on almost exclusively by David’s actions. Dylan would never forgive him.

For some reason, the Snapchat map had Freddie in the middle of town. Perhaps Dylan had been so consumed by Oscar and Cody, plus the excitement of his and Jono’s engagement, that he’d fallen behind in checking in with the rest of the pack. He felt guilty about it – everyone deserved his attention, and it was his job to make sure everyone was okay.

“Freddie,” Dylan called out as he caught up to their location, sliding in and out of the swathes of shoppers. Sammi, Jeremy and Felix were stood around him, and all of them looked highly uncomfortable.

“Thank god,” Freddie breathed a huge sigh of relief upon seeing Dylan.

“What’s the update?” Dylan was clearly a little behind.

“We tracked David’s scent to this shop earlier,” Freddie explained, “Well, I didn’t. These guys did.”

“Did you find anything?” Dylan questioned.

“No sign of anyone, but Lily’s blood was on the floor,” Sammi answered, concerned.

“He bit her, and I doubt he’s going to stop there,” Jeremy added.

“And he definitely has Josh? Would he really come back here?” Dylan tried to follow along.

“The scent leads here,” Freddie verified, “Shall we wait for more back-up? Jono, Oscar…?”

“Oscar’s with his mom, and I tried calling Jono,” Dylan replied. It was unusual for Jono not to pick up – he could only hope everything was okay, especially knowing what had happened to Lily, “We can’t hold off, he’ll surely be expecting us. Let’s go.”

Dylan took a deep breath. He wasn’t emotionally prepared to see David, but this wasn’t about him. This was about Josh, his brother, who had even more reason to be terrified of David than he did. He had to do this.

Clenching his fist, Dylan punched all the way through the boarded-up shop door. It slid through as if he’d just dipped it in water. Dylan ripped the door handle off from inside and shoved it open with ease, granting them access. Things were only going to get tougher from then.

Weirdly, though, the shop was empty inside. Dylan was starting to panic. If David and Josh weren’t there, where were they?

No matter how hard he struggled, Josh couldn’t break free. David’s grip around his body was far too strong. He had the strength of an alpha, after all, and Josh had long since blown his own opportunity for that sort of power.

Josh’s fighting spirit had been ignited by the voices he heard outside, though. They were tucked away inside a storage room out back, irritatingly close to the comfort and familiarity of the voices in the shop. Dylan. Freddie. They’d found him, yet they were still so far away.

All David needed to restrain Josh was one had around his waist and another around his mouth. He made it look easy, as if he had all the strength in the world; Josh suspected he probably wasn’t far off. After all, he wasn’t only an alpha, but one of the most experienced alphas they’d ever met. Josh alone didn’t stand a chance.

“His scent is here,” Dylan identified. He was so close, surely they were going to find him? If there was anyone Josh knew he could rely on, it was Dylan.

Though David’s hand was over his mouth, muffling his words, Josh could still make noise. Noises that could easily be heard by someone with enhanced hearing. He tried screaming, pushing the loudest possible sound of his mouth. There were no words, but there didn’t need to be.

David tightened his grip, the anger blatant in the way his fingers clenched his jaw like it was a tennis ball. The plan was working, though. Dylan was guaranteed to hear him. He was guaranteed to find him.

Sure enough, the voices outside were reacting. They’d heard him. Josh was seconds away from being found, and the fight to free himself would then begin. Furthermore, he had the best possible back-up team.

Jolting backwards, David pulled Josh to the side. There wasn’t much space to manoeuvre, so why did they need to move? It became clear quickly, though. Keeping a hand around Josh’s mouth, David used his other hand to heave up one of the floor panels, revealing a staircase shrouded underneath that led downwards into darkness. Josh’s optimism seeped away like a water bottle with a hole in. David was always one step ahead.

Before he could protest, David released his grip and gave Josh a shove. Flailing and flapping to no effect, Josh plummeted downwards uncontrollably.


Brett’s emotions were all over the place. He was struggling to focus on anything around him because nothing in his brain was making sense. He was disorientated, and he was fed up.

After all, he’d been feeling that way for a short while now. The moment it began was obvious. As soon as he realised Johnny was missing, things went awry. At least it only felt temporary then. There was a light at the end of the tunnel. He hadn’t imagined any conclusion other than Johnny returning safe and sound. Everything now felt so final and unavoidable.

That was because it was. Johnny was gone, and there was no way of reversing that. Brett wished so hard that he’d been able to prevent it. He’d relived the whole day time and time again in his mind. All he needed to do was not let Johnny out of his sight. That way, he could’ve still had the love of his life by his side.

Brett collapsed back into one of the seats opposite Ed’s desk almost in sync with Yasmin by his side. For some reason, seeing Forsyth hadn’t really fazed him. It was Forsyth’s influence that almost made Brett a hunter instead of a part of the pack, but the anger and resentment he expected to feel were completely absent. His body was numb. All he wanted was the one he loved most to come back. Life was cruel.

“Are you okay?” Yasmin checked in with him.

“I feel like it should be me asking you that,” Brett sighed.

“You know me, I’m always alright,” Yasmin blatantly lied, “My dad is old news.”

“Doesn’t stop it hurting,” Brett noted.

“You never really mention your parents, Brett. Are you close?” Yasmin observed, “Sorry, I don’t mean to pry.”

“It’s okay. There’s not loads to tell. I live with my mom. We’re close, sorta. It’s a long story. She’s a devout Catholic, so coming out wasn’t the easiest,” Brett recalled. He remembered the moment so vividly – it was just before he left for college. He was so excited to head out into the world and become the best version of himself, but he left feeling somewhat deflated.

“I’m sorry,” Yasmin sympathised.

“It’s better than my dad, to be fair. He’s not spoken to me since I came out. I posted a photo on my Instagram of me wearing a skirt, and he unfollowed me,” Brett recalled, “But I haven’t seen him in a couple of years anyway so I’m not sure he was that invested in me regardless.” Though he was well-versed in his dad keeping his distance, it didn’t stop it hurting.

“Shit,” Yasmin sighed. She was the best listener he knew, “You deserve better, Brett. You’re kind, you’re smart, you’re the best basketball player I’ve seen.”

“Don’t say that around Jono,” Brett raised a smile.

“More importantly, though, you know who you are, and you stay true to that no matter what. I know Johnny loved you for that, and he was always proud of you,” Yasmin reassured. Brett couldn’t help himself crying. He’d bottled up his feelings for too long. The floodgates were open, and Brett didn’t know when, or if, they’d close back up.

“Is this a bad time?” Ed closed the door before taking his seat.

“No, any updates?” Brett wiped his tears. It was time for business.

“I spoke with the guards at the prison. They’re confident Forsyth hasn’t got any contact with the outside world. We can rule him out, guys,” Ed informed.

“Then it could be anyone,” Yasmin worried.

“Back to square one,” Brett sighed. It felt like they were treading water.

It had been a long time since Oscar last made a cup of tea for his mum, but he’d never forgotten just how she liked it. Strong, with a dash of milk and half a spoon of sugar; nearly the exact opposite of how Oscar liked his own.

After all, it was the best he could do to soften the blow of everything that had happened, not only that day, but for the best part of the past year. There was no sugar-coating everything Cody had put them through, and as far as Oscar was concerned, there was no forgiving him either. How could he come back from putting his supposed lover’s mum’s life at risk?

“Here you go, mom,” Oscar placed it on the coffee table and sat next to his mum on the sofa. She was gazing emptily ahead, as if she didn’t know what to do with herself anymore. Oscar couldn’t blame her – it had been a crazy day on so many levels.

“I could see you,” she spoke for the first time since Cody had left.

“Where?” Oscar was worried. He knew Cody had shown her his version of events, but precisely what that involved, he had no idea.

“I don’t know. A warehouse, I guess. You were with him,” she explained.

“Cody,” Oscar verified, “Whatever he’s shown you…”

“I saw the deal you made. I saw him blackmail you,” she continued.

“Wait… he showed you that?” Oscar was pleasantly surprised by Cody’s honesty.

“He also showed me how much he loved you,” she added, “And you loved him, didn’t you?”

“I guess,” Oscar admitted, “But it wasn’t real. It was built on manipulation.”

“I’ll be honest, I think you could do better. You deserve better,” Gemma advised, “But I know you, Oscar. Your heart is on your sleeve, and you can’t switch that off so easily.”

Oscar sighed. She was spot on. No matter how angry he was at Cody, and how much he hated the manipulation and pulling-of-strings that led to so much time away from home, he still loved Cody. He hated that he still felt so strongly about him. He wanted to feel nothing. Cody deserved nothing, but it wasn’t that easy. Love never was, from his experience.

“What should I do?” Oscar pondered.

“It’s up to you,” she answered, “You know what’s best for you. Just don’t forget about your old mom, my special boy.”

Oscar was a wreck. The tears were coming thick and fast. He’d missed his mum so much and being back in her arms was so special. He’d learnt his lesson. Though he didn’t deserve her, he’d never leave her again.

The voices were clear. Dylan knew what he’d heard. Josh was very close by. No wonder the scent was so strong. They were hiding in plain sight, which meant one thing – Josh was so close to coming home.

A shared glance with Freddie and Jeremy only confirmed what he’d heard. All three of them couldn’t be wrong. Now, they had to save Josh, and Dylan was prepared to fight if necessary.

“What’s going on?” Felix impatiently questioned. Dylan sometimes forgot that not everyone could hear what he heard. He so vividly remembered the intense tidal wave of emotions he felt when he was bitten. The idea of getting used to his new abilities and turning them into a new normal felt ludicrous.

“Josh. He’s there,” Dylan followed the noise, pointing to a side room. It looked like some sort of storage cupboard, with no signposting or windows in sight. Dylan braced himself. He twisted the door handle and swung it open to find…


The room was empty. No sign of Josh nor David. Dylan was baffled. The sound was definitely coming from there, so where were they? The room had no other possible exits. The worry was kicking back in. Josh was still in danger.

“Um, where is he?” Sammi asked the question on everyone’s lips as the group filtered inside the tight storeroom. Dylan wished he could answer, but his brain was frazzled. He was overwhelmed, and that was clouding his train of thought.

“The walls,” Jeremy said, “Check the walls, or the floor. If my dad’s been hiding here, there’s no way he’s not thought of an escape route.” Of course, how could Dylan not have realised? David was more on-the-ball than anyone he’d met, and in this case, that was definitely not a good thing.

“Here,” Freddie pointed out, standing above an unusually clean floor panel. The entire place was covered in dust like a street after a snowstorm, so to see a floor panel looking (relatively) dust-free was suspicious. How did Dylan not notice it already?

“Dylan?” a voice called out from the shop floor. A voice Dylan could recognise anywhere. The voice Dylan had been desperate to hear all afternoon. The voice of Jono.

Freddie heaved up the floor panel, exposing an ominous downward staircase. Dylan had to think fast. Who was his priority? What was his plan? Did he need to choose between speaking to Jono and finding Josh?

“You guys go, I’ll follow. Be careful,” Dylan directed. He needed to see Jono, but he could never abandon Josh. Freddie nodded and took the lead into the uncertainty of the basement, while Dylan rushed outside. It was the biggest relief to see that Jono was okay. He never usually went so long without answering his phone.

“Thank god you’re alright,” Dylan breathed a sigh of relief.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking at my phone. It’s been a hectic day,” Jono explained, “I’ll tell you later, I just wanted to see you. What’s happening here? Why are we in some empty shop?”

“Long story. I’ll fill you in later,” Dylan replied, “But David’s back. He’s alive, and he’s got Josh.”

“What?” Jono was horrified, and rightly so.

“David? As in Uncle David the werewolf-killing alpha?” Alex verified.

“David,” Lily repeated bluntly.

“Everything okay Lil?” Jono checked.

“Yeah, I’m just…this place looks familiar,” Lily thought.

“That’s the other thing,” Dylan regretfully informed, “We think…we think David bit you.” He was so angry at everything that had transpired. David had been back five minutes and he’d already messed up Lily and Josh’s lives – who was next?

“I remember now,” Lily nodded with a nervous expression.

“Come on, maybe we should help find Josh? We can figure the rest out later,” Alex pondered.

“Go, it’s through there. Freddie and the others are down there already. We’ll be right behind,” Dylan commanded. Lily nodded and the duo headed off, leaving Dylan and Jono alone. Dylan could sense Jono’s anxiety. Something wasn’t right, and he needed to know what.

It was amazing how simply seeing Dylan had calmed Jono down. Nobody was able to put his mind at ease like Dylan could. Even without saying a word, Jono knew he had Dylan’s unconditional support and love. He never forgot how lucky he was to have someone so special as his fiancée, not for a single second.

That’s why, though he knew their upcoming conversation was going to be tough, he knew he was guaranteed to have Dylan by his side regardless. If Jono was becoming an alpha, he had no idea what implications that could have for Dylan, but they’d see it through together no matter what.

Jono wasn’t sure whether it was reassuring or not that Dylan looked just as knackered as he felt. They were in the same boat, but there was so much happening. He hated how unsettled they both were. To tell the truth, Jono missed how calm their first year at college had been. He could have gotten used to the quiet life.

“So…David, huh?” Jono awkwardly began. He was gobsmacked that David was somehow alive, but at the same time, he was feeling numb. Nothing more could have shocked him that day.

“I’ve not seen him, but I’m scared, Jon,” Dylan admitted, his cutely soft cheeks shaded in a stressed red.

“Hey, listen, we beat him before, we can beat him again,” Jono insisted.

“But did we beat him? I almost died. I spent months in the Lunar Sanctum, but I told myself that it was worth it, because he was gone, and you were safe. Now I don’t even have that. We were separated for nothing,” Dylan vented. Instinctively, Jono enveloped Dylan in a tight squeeze. He was never going to let any harm come his way.

“It wasn’t for nothing. Because of you, we put a stop to his plan. You saved Yasmin. You saved Josh. Heck, you saved all of us. If that only amounts to a couple of extra years, then I’ll take it, because it meant we got engaged. More time with you is the only thing I’ll ever ask for,” Jono reassured.

“I guess,” Dylan accepted, “And more time with you is pretty awesome.”

“It damn well is,” Jono raised a smile for the first time that day.

“Okay, enough about my day, everything okay with you?” Dylan changed topic. Jono felt nervous. He knew so little about his situation, and nothing ever seemed to be positive in the supernatural world, so the thought of learning more terrified him.

“Um, it’s probably easier to show you,” Jono replied tentatively. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, before switching the wolf on. The eyes were easy to control usually, like a light switch in his brain, but the alpha eyes were more temperamental. If Lily had seen his wolf eyes earlier that day without him intending for her to, then control was suddenly out of his reach.

Jono opened his eyes and met Dylan’s gaze. Dylan’s expression morphed from a blank, patient stare, to an open-mouthed view of shock and confusion.

“How?” Dylan uttered, blatantly unsure of what else to say.

“I don’t know. I’ve been having nightmares of me as an alpha. Now it’s come true,” Jono explained.

“Your dreams made you an alpha?” Dylan only seemed to be getting more confused. At least they were in the same boat.

“I don’t know, but it wasn’t just that. I killed everyone, Dylan. The whole pack. I slaughtered all of them. I killed you,” Jono panicked.

“It won’t get to that. Remember who’s in control. You mastered the wolf like an expert, and whatever this means, we’ll figure it out together,” Dylan reassured. That was music to Jono’s ears. All he wanted to do was hear words of encouragement from his favourite person,” In the meantime, we’ve got another alpha to deal with. Fancy a blindside?”

In unison, they beamed. Jono was side-by-side with Dylan, just the way it was meant to be, and nothing was going to change that.

Much to Freddie’s relief, the staircase below the shop led to a place he knew well. By now, the bunker tunnels could have been navigated in his sleep. David’s advantage wasn’t as strong as he expected.

The downside was the complete absence of light. The bulbs were as dim as ever and using either their phone torch or wolf eyes would make them moving targets. Similarly, the surrounding pipes made it difficult to both hear and smell anything. They were on their own.

At least they vastly outnumbered David. Freddie felt confident in the team he had – he and Jeremy could use their werewolf abilities to their benefit, while Sammi and Felix could bring intelligence and quick-thinking to the table.

So far, Freddie hadn’t spotted any clues, but the tunnels were miles long, and David was fast. Even dragging Josh along wouldn’t have slowed him down much.

“Freddie,” a voice called out in a harsh whisper from behind. Freddie paused – he didn’t have time to stop, but it was a delightfully familiar tone – to see Lily catching up.

“Hey, are you okay?” Sammi checked.

“Fine, I promise. We want to help,” Lily replied confidently as Alex caught her up. Freddie was delighted – now they had another werewolf in tow. Surely David couldn’t compete with that? “Where are we going?”

“We don’t know,” Jeremy answered.

“He has to be down here,” Freddie insisted.

“Okay, if you were David, what would you do next?” Lily pondered.

“Hide,” Felix suggested.

“Where?” Lily probed.

“Wait,” Sammi interrupted, “So far, he’s not even tried to hide. He’s wanted us to see him. He’s been hiding in plain sight.”

“How does that help?” Freddie was only getting more bewildered.

“Which is the only bunker down here that we visit? The only one Josh has a key to?” Sammi questioned.

“Dylan’s,” Freddie realised. Immediately, he picked up the pace. His priority was to reach Josh, and he was going to be in the farthest bunker in the tunnel.

“Wait,” Sammi called out. Though Freddie was driven by his mission, there was one voice he would always make time for, and that was Sammi’s, “We can’t just breeze in. We need a plan.”

“Dylan would have the best plan,” Freddie sighed. He was no good at ideas.

“Good thing I’m here, then,” Dylan finally approached, bringing Freddie a wave of relief. All the past few minutes had proved was that he totally wasn’t cut out to be an alpha one day, “I’m over this shit. Let’s get my brother back.” Freddie watched on as Dylan stormed ahead, impressed by his bluntness and drive. Jono followed, and Freddie took their lead.

Outside the bunker, the pack organised themselves. David was surely only on the other side of the door, and he was guaranteed to be ready for a fight. Everyone knew their place in the line-up. The werewolves took the front, Freddie just behind Dylan and Jono to the side of the door. Everyone else stood behind – Freddie knew how important it was to protect them, and safeguard Sammi.

Dylan pushed the rusty door handle with a surprising amount of force. He looked back to the pack one last time. Freddie knew what they were about to walk into; all of them did. They had everything riding on it.

The door swung open. There he was. David looked just the same as ever. That smug smile remained carved into his face, as if he’d got everything he wanted already. He had Josh secured with one arm around his neck, making it look easy. Strangely, he didn’t look ready to fight. In fact, he barely flinched upon seeing the pack.

“I was wondering when you’d show up,” David began, “Surprisingly fast. Well done.” He looked so chilled, while Josh was the complete opposite. He was usually the most relaxed person around, so it said a lot that he looked so horrified.

“What do you want, David?” Dylan cut to the chase. Nobody was interested in small talk.

“Nothing. Nothing at all, in fact,” David replied casually. Freddie was confused – were his ears working properly?

“What?” Dylan was evidently just as gobsmacked. This wasn’t like David.

“Here, have him back. I’ve got all I need now. I’ll be seeing you soon, Lily.” David smarmed. He pushed Josh forward with unnecessary force and sprinted past the pack, way too quickly for any of them to catch him.

“Stay here,” Dylan ordered to the group as he helped Josh up, “There’s no point chasing him. He’ll show up again soon.” He turned his attention back to Josh, “Are you okay?”

“I think so,” Josh replied tentatively, “But he’s coming back. That was a test, Dylan. He knows how strong we are now. One less variable in his plan.”

“What plan?” Freddie questioned.

“To rebuild a pack,” Josh answered, “The strongest pack Crystalshaw’s ever seen.” A chill shot through Freddie’s body. They weren’t going to be outnumbered for long.

There was a distinct wave of assurance filling Yasmin as she saw the faces of the pack reunited. It was the first time they’d been together for a long time, and it felt so comforting. There was nothing Yasmin valued more than her friends.

It had been the most tiring day, too, so it felt even better to be in her comfort bubble. Physically, Yasmin was fine, but emotionally, she was exhausted. She felt like she’d run a marathon. So much had happened in the space of a day, and things were far from over.

No matter how hard she tried, Yasmin couldn’t wrap her head around her father’s involvement in the murders. It couldn’t have been any clearer that he was involved somehow, but in what way? He couldn’t possibly have committed the crimes from jail, and the guards were certain he couldn’t have communicated with the outside world either, so what was the link? Yasmin hated not being able to work it out.

Catching up with the pack had been eye-opening too. It seemed her dad was simply one of many problems: that Cody guy lingering around; Jono’s new alpha status; Lily being a newly transformed werewolf; and David’s unwelcome return. It was extremely overwhelming.

“Okay then,” Yasmin collected herself, “What’s the plan?” An awkward silence followed. They had all shared their stories, but not one of them had a solution in mind. All twelve heads in the room were stumped. Yasmin had never known the pack to feel so defeated.

“We need help,” Jono suggested.

“From who? We’re not exactly spoilt for choice,” Oscar was baffled and deflated.

“Drew?” Lily thought.

“He knows more than we do,” Brett concurred.

“Worth a shot,” Dylan shrugged, “But there’s someone else.”

“Are you sure it’s worth travelling that far out?” Yasmin twigged. She knew who Dylan meant – someone more experienced, and someone who had more supernatural contacts than they did.

“If it saves lives, yes,” Dylan confidently stated.

“Okay,” Yasmin took a deep breath in. Of course, she trusted Dylan, and she knew they had to do everything they could to save Crystalshaw, “Beacon Hills, here we come.”

8: Back-Up Written by MarthaJonesFan

Car journeys with Jono were usually when Dylan felt most happy. With Jono in the driver’s seat, Dylan took on DJ duties, carefully selecting the most feel-good, singalong tracks, or handpicking the best playlists to shuffle. They would sing along at the top of their lungs, and it created some of the best memories Dylan had.

This car journey was different, though. The radio was on, but neither of them felt like singing. Too much was on both their minds. All that mattered was that they reached their destination safely and quickly.

Dylan’s feelings were conflicted. Though he adored Jono with all his heart, and nothing would ever change that, he couldn’t help feeling a little uneasy. Jono was something different now, and it had become increasingly obvious that he was no longer in control.

That was why they needed help, and quickly. Things were more severe than Dylan had realised, and they needed an expert. Someone who knew the supernatural world better than anyone. Someone who could take at least one problem off their plate.

“Do you think she’ll ever forgive me?” Jono broke the silence. He sounded vulnerable and weak, quite unlike his usual chirpy self. It broke Dylan’s heart to see him so worn down.

“Of course,” Dylan replied optimistically, “She’s your sister. You know what Lily’s like.”

“But I…” Jono protested, beating himself up.

“Jon,” Dylan interrupted, “It wasn’t you. It was the wolf.” It was his job to soothe Jono’s pain, and if he couldn’t manage it, nobody could.

“Then why do I feel so terrible?” Jono sighed. His cheeks were a bloodshot red and his eyelids were heavy. He hadn’t slept a wink.

“Because you care. As long as you continue to care, you’ve got a fighting chance at winning,” Dylan reminded. The wolf’s weakness was humanity – it was how he conquered it in the first place.

“I couldn’t live with myself, Dylan,” Jono confessed, “If Lily dies, it will be my fault, and I think that would break me.”

A chill shot through Dylan’s body. Jono was dangling off a cliff, and he wasn’t sure how he could pull him back up.

Speed-walking through the hospital doors, Sammi’s heart was running a marathon. Things only seemed to be going from bad to worse, and now, Lily was injured. For the first time, Sammi was pessimistic – the pack were drowning, and there was only so long they could tread water for.

Seeing Lily wheeled into the hospital on a stretcher broke her heart. Though they were cousins, Lily felt a lot more like the big sister Sammi never had. She could tell Lily anything and she knew she’d get good advice and comfort in return. Losing her wasn’t an option, but things weren’t looking good.

The story still wasn’t clear in Sammi’s mind. All she knew was that she’d woken up to a panicked phone call from Alex explaining the situation. Explaining Jono’s involvement. The mental picture of Jono stood over a lifeless Lily was horrific for Sammi to imagine; similarly, Jono was like her big brother, and she was terrified about what had happened to him.

“Hey,” Alex took the lead, heading to the reception desk on their right. Sammi had driven him the whole way – he was in no state to drive himself. Crystalshaw General was no good, so Freddie’s technical skills had secured Lily a bed in the place she needed to be: Beacon Hills.

“Are you family?” the nurse at the front desk immediately replied.

“Boyfriend,” Alex replied.

“And I’m her cousin,” Sammi added, backing him up.

“Please wait here, I’ll update you as soon as we know more,” the nurse replied.

“We need Melissa McCall,” Sammi insisted. Dylan had told them to specify her name – apparently, she’d be able to help, and that’s all Sammi needed to hear.

“You can’t make requests. Rest assured, she’s in the best hands,” the nurse batted away, much to Sammi’s frustration.

“Did you say Melissa McCall?” a second nurse arrived. She had gorgeous dark curls cascading part way down her chest, and she made the blue scrubs she was wearing look hotter than anyone Sammi had ever seen, “I must warn you, I’m coming to the end of a twelve hour shift and I’m severely lacking in caffeine.”

“We’re part of Dylan Drummond’s pack. He said you know Scott,” Sammi explained.

“You could say that,” Melissa chuckled, “He’s my son. He mentioned Dylan before, you’ve come to the right place. What do you need?

“My cousin Lily just got taken through there. An alpha attacked her last night. It’s a long story, I’ll tell you the whole thing later, but she’s a newly converted werewolf and she’s not healing.”

“Okay, I’ve got an idea. Follow me, guys,” Melissa nodded efficiently. Sammi was impressed already. Melissa knew what she was doing and was remaining effortlessly calm on their behalf.

“I’ll grab coffee,” Sammi offered, letting Alex tag along to remain close to Lily. She was starting to feel a little more at ease – perhaps they still had a fighting chance?

To Dylan’s relief, the car journey had been as smooth as he’d hoped. The roads were clear, as expected at such an early time in the morning. It felt comforting to know they were so close to finding help.

Now, they had to navigate a town they’d never seen before, and they only had five of them to cover the whole of Beacon Hills in the shortest possible time. With Lily’s life on the line, and Jono now a ticking time bomb, they couldn’t let a single second slip between their fingers.

“Okay, what’s the plan?” Jeremy asked. He’d driven Felix and Yasmin; they all knew Dylan and Jono needed space to talk on the way, and it meant a lot to Dylan to know he had their support.

“Split up,” Dylan instantly replied. He had an idea mapped out in his head already – the silence of the car journey was good for something,” Jeremy and Felix, you guys investigate the high school and surrounding area. We’ll go to the animal clinic.”

“The animal clinic? Why there?” Jono wondered.

“You remember Dr Deaton, right? He was a vet, and if I’m right, that’s where we’ll find him,” Dylan explained.

“Make sure your phones are on,” Yasmin advised, turning to Jeremy and Felix, “Let us know if you find anyone.”

“Got it,” Jeremy nodded. He and Felix headed off, leaving Dylan with two of the people he held dearest. Jono looked frail and exhausted, and Dylan simply felt sad. He was motivated to do everything he could to help him.

“You really think Deaton’s going to know what’s going on?” Yasmin queried. She didn’t sound like she had much faith in the plan, which was the last thing Dylan needed to hear. He was relying on it working.

“Do you have any better ideas?” Dylan snapped. Immediately, he regretted it. His brain felt like a volcano beginning to erupt, but that wasn’t Yasmin’s fault. She didn’t deserve that.

“Dyl,” Jono spoke calmly, “I’m going to be okay. We’ve got this. No matter what, we still have each other.” His reassuring words always hit the right note.

“I can’t lose you, Jon,” Dylan wept. He didn’t cry very often, but he was losing his mind with worry.

“You’re not going to,” Jono insisted, “I promise.”

“Pinky promise?” Dylan mustered a little smile.

“Obviously,” Jono chuckled, wrapping his pinky finger around Dylan’s without a second thought. That was all Dylan needed. Now he could focus again. Now, he could get the job done.

“I’m sorry,” Dylan said to Yasmin, meaning it sincerely.

“We’ve all been there,” Yasmin smiled kindly, far more kindly than Dylan deserved. Quickly, her attention shifted, swatting away some sort of fly. A glowing fly.

A firefly.

More swarmed around the trio; tons of fireflies circled them, almost enclosing them in some sort of bubble. No matter how hard Dylan tried to brush them away, it was no good – more kept filling the space.

Catching Dylan’s ears off guard, the loudest, most high-pitched scream sounded like a siren. Strangely, it was as comforting as it was painful, because he knew that scream. He’d heard it before.

As a result, the fireflies scarpered. They were right to flee, too, because Dylan saw the best possible vision of hope in front of him. Not only was Lydia – the banshee – coming to their rescue, but Malia, Stiles and Scott too.

“Something wants us all here,” Scott immediately said. Something was up, but Dylan felt optimistic again, for the first time in a while.

The last time Josh had been in Wayhurst was one of the darkest times of his life. He was defeated, and he’d lost everything through David’s command over him. Nothing had been the same for Josh since, and he still wasn’t sure he’d forgiven himself for what he did to his friends.

Being back there was somewhat triggering. Flashbacks ran through Josh’s mind from his previous visit. The feeling of uncertainty as he contemplated a life without his friends and family. Not knowing where to go or what to do when he was a small fish in a big new ocean. Of all the strange, scary emotions he’d experienced in his life, that was undeniably one of the worst.

At the same time, Wayhurst was a reminder of second chances. If Josh hadn’t ended up there, he wouldn’t have run into Drew, who gave him the pep talk to return home. Strangely, that brief, uncomfortable visit was the reason he was still in the pack. It was the reason he still had his friends.

This time, Josh was able to take the lead. Drew was terrible at keeping in touch – it was difficult enough when he lived down the road – so neither Freddie nor Brett knew where he lived now, and Oscar had never met Drew full stop. Josh just about remembered the location of the cosy bungalow himself. It was on the outskirts of town and completely normal, boring even, to the naked eye. Even the front garden was entirely uneventful. It wasn’t overgrown and ignored, nor was it beautifully designed and eye-catching. Everything was plain and very easy to ignore; Josh admired to dedication to remaining hidden.

Pressing the doorbell, Josh felt slightly nervous. The last time he’d seen Drew was over a year ago, at one of his lowest points He felt like he had a lot to prove. Much to Josh’s relief, Freddie lined up by his side – without saying anything, Freddie always seemed to know how he felt. He knew when Josh needed space, and when he needed support, and this time, it was the latter.

“Hey guys,” an excited face greeted them behind the dull blue door. It was the kind smile of Noah, one of the purest souls Josh had ever known. He’d been through so much, and now he’d found a pack and a lover of his own – Josh had one out of two, at least, but he wanted that full house badly, “Come in, please.”

The group filtered into the far-too-small house that somehow accommodated five people. Inside, it seemed to be business as usual. Though the interior remained glamorous and polished, any free wall space had been turned into a crime board. The most prominent one was in the living room, and it triggered the most surreal flashback for Josh. The scientists felt like such a long time ago, yet one of them was still out there; Drew’s mission still wasn’t over. Suddenly, the world felt a little less safe again.

“She’s giving us the run-around, Drew appeared, almost out of nowhere, noticing Josh observing the board “But she knows we’re onto her. She knows any murder brings us one clue closer.”

“But this was years ago,” Josh recalled.

“The fight goes on,” Drew replied, “As it does in Crystalshaw, I hear. Tell me everything.”

Josh hardly knew where to start, but he knew Drew was one of their best shots. He needed every detail.

Jeremy had no real idea of where they were heading, but he didn’t care. Amongst everything going on, he still had Felix, and somehow, nothing else mattered any more. He was the calm in the middle of the storm, and Jeremy was clinging on for dear life.

The truth was, Jeremy was trying desperately not to think about his father. He’d long since attempted to bury his demons and move on from the trauma of his upbringing. It was never really gone, of course – Jeremy could never completely get away from how the first part of his life was spent much like a prisoner, but he’d made steps towards moving on, and David’s return was only going to jeopardise that.

Therefore, Jeremy had chosen not to think about it. One thought spiralled into the next, and he wasn’t prepared to go there again. He had to be strong, to protect Sammi and to protect Felix. They were the most important people in his life, and whatever David was planning, he wouldn’t be able to take them away from him – for a second time, in Sammi’s case.

“It’s just down the road,” Felix informed, checking the maps app on his phone, before pointing to a tall, multi-storey building towering over the surrounding houses, “Guessing it’s there.” Sure enough, it looked like the sort of building that could be a school. Jeremy wasn’t sure why Dylan wanted them to investigate a school in the early hours of a summer holiday morning, but if Beacon Hills was anything like Crystalshaw, the high school was probably a Nemeton of its own.

“I thought we were done with school,” Jeremy made conversation. It was strange to think high school and graduation had already been and gone. It felt like he’d cheated slightly, particularly when he’d only actually been in school for a couple of years.

“Trust me, I’d be happy if I never have to step foot in one ever again,” Felix laughed, “Is there anywhere with a higher concentration of homophobes? Not to mention the additional people who don’t understand how bisexuality works.”

“I think our sexuality was the least of our worries,” Jeremy noted, “Me being a werewolf was a bit of a sore point.”

“If you told me a year ago that I’d be dating a werewolf, I’d have laughed in your face,” Felix mentioned with a knowing look, “Now it’s an actual part of my life, and it always will be.”

“Damn right,” Jeremy smiled. The duo paused outside the school gates for a quick kiss. Jeremy had been surprised by how quickly he’d gotten used to the sensation – just a year before, he’d never kissed anyone, and he remembered how scary the thought of it was.

“Remain still,” a voice commanded from behind. Blue lights illuminated the pair. A shiver went down Jeremy’s spine. What was happening? Cautiously, he and Felix turned around to face a tall, male deputy, handsome and surely no older than thirty, “I’m taking you in.”

“Why?” Felix demanded.

“Don’t think we’re not onto your vandalism. We’ll talk at the station,” the deputy replied.

“Okay, okay, we’ll co-operate, Deputy…err…” Jeremy agreed.

“Lahey. Deputy Lahey,” he replied. Jeremy nodded, but inside, he was furious. This was bound to be a case of crossed wires, but delays were the last thing the pack needed.

Slamming the door shut, Dylan felt relieved to be inside. The animal clinic had become their refuge because the fireflies didn’t stop for long. They kept coming, like magnets attracted to the pack. What was causing it, Dylan didn’t know, but it was terrifying.

“Everyone okay?” Scott immediately checked. A series of nods followed, but everyone was too busy catching their breath to reply properly.

“What the hell was that?” Jono panted.

“That was the worst outbreak yet,” Lydia said, glancing worriedly at Scott.

“You can say that again, I’ve never seen fireflies with separation anxiety before,” Stiles added.

“Outbreak?” Dylan was confused, “This has happened before?”

“I thought you knew,” Scott was taken aback.

“Knew what?” Dylan was growing more concerned. What could the fireflies mean, and how did Scott know more?

“Scott,” a voice came from further inside the clinic. The voice Dylan was hoping to hear from: Deaton, “You need to explain.”

“I’ll explain,” Malia casually piped up.

“No,” Lydia quickly said, “Allow Scott. He’s more…gentle.”

“I can do gentle,” Malia protested.

“If a sledgehammer’s gentle, yes,” Stiles replied.

“It’s fine,” Scott spoke up, “Come through.” Scott led the way into the main vet surgery. The group circled around the operating table, on which was the most gruesome, saddening sight. A dead wolf, cleanly severed in half, its insides staring Dylan in the face. He felt sick – gore wasn’t his best friend.

“What happened to it?” Yasmin questioned.

“Look at it,” Dylan observed, “Nothing cuts anything in half that cleanly.”

“Exactly,” Deaton continued, “Except the fireflies.”

“How can fireflies saw a person in half?” Yasmin wondered.

“They’re not normal fireflies,” Deaton clarified, “They’re linked to the Nemeton, a force for the supernatural.”

“That doesn’t explain why they cut a wolf in half,” Jono noted.

“We still don’t know either, but it must have had a reason,” Scott insisted.

“It did have abnormal DNA, though,” Lydia added, “It matches more closely with the DNA of a coyote than a wolf.”

“But it’s clearly a wolf,” Dylan struggled to comprehend. Everything everyone was saying was making him more and more baffled.

“It’s an experiment,” Jono realised, “Dyl, the scientists, this is exactly what they did.”

“Oh my god,” Dylan realised, horrified. He hadn’t considered the lasting effects of the scientists’ experiments on the supernatural.

“What scientists?” Malia impatiently wondered.

“Two humans who poked and prodded at the supernatural, before reprogramming the Nemeton to wipe us out entirely,” Dylan explained, “One of them is still out there.”

“Did you test DNA from both halves?” Yasmin wondered.

“No, why?” Lydia queried.

“Because I’d bet on them being different,” Yasmin considered, “The scientists experimented on humans and animals. I’m betting there are two sets of DNA.”

“A chimera,” Scott realised.

“Except this is a freak of nature,” Yasmin continued, “The fireflies separated the DNA into opposing ends of the wolf’s body and severed it, keeping them apart permanently.”

“If this is true, the Nemeton has unprecedented power,” Deaton pondered, “Even greater than we realised.”

“Then why are they coming for us?” Dylan still didn’t understand, “We all have the same DNA.”

“Dyl,” Jono worryingly spoke up, “Maybe not all of us.”

“But you’re okay, you don’t have two types of DNA, an alpha is still a werewolf,” Dylan reassured.

“Hold up, Jono’s an alpha? My head’s hurting,” Stiles was just as confused as Dylan and the whole pack.

“I guess,” Jono shrugged, “But it feels wrong. It came out of nowhere. I didn’t earn this.”

“A freak of nature,” Lydia realised, “No offence.”

“But how? How can someone become an alpha without earning it somehow?” Scott was stumped.

“Jono, has anything unusual happened to you recently?” Deaton enquired.

“Define ‘unusual’,” Jono said with a self-deprecating laugh.

“More than normal,” Deaton clarified.

“Well, there was Ranulf,” Jono remembered, “The spirit of an alpha called Ranulf possessed me, but we sent it back. That was months ago.”

“Do you think there’s a link?” Dylan eagerly questioned.

“It’s an after effect,” Deaton realised, “Ranulf may be gone, but your body’s adapted. He’s left an imprint on you, and it made you an alpha, but against the will of the supernatural.”

Dylan was listening intently, but he wasn’t sure he understood. He already knew that whatever was happening to Jono wasn’t good, but his biology being changed? How could that even happen?

“The fireflies are coming for me,” Jono realised solemnly, “And you’re all in danger.”

Watching Lily lying lifeless broke Alex’s heart. Nobody was livelier and bubblier than her, so to see her unconscious was a contrast Alex never wanted to see again. He needed her to get back to her usual self as soon as possible.

Maybe that was a selfish thought, but Lily really meant so much to Alex in a way that was hard to describe in words. When his faith in humanity was draining away, Lily was a shining star of hope. Losing her would mean losing the life he’d built for himself since then, and that wasn’t an option.

Lily’s life being in the hands of a complete stranger was far from reassuring, too. Alex knew that Lily trusted Dylan implicitly, and most of the time, that was good enough for him, but he barely knew Melissa. In fact, he didn’t know her at all, yet she had become Lily’s only hope. It was disconcerting, and only amplifying Alex’s concerns.

“She’ll be okay,” Sammi reassured, handing Alex a coffee from the hospital machine. He wasn’t sure he could stomach a hot drink, but he wasn’t one to be ungrateful.

“I’m glad you think so,” Alex admitted, “I’ve never heard of this woman before. She could be anyone.”

“But she’s not. She’s Scott’s mom, and she’s on our side. Have faith. Lily’s in safe hands,” Sammi assured.

“I’ve never even met Scott,” Alex sighed.

“Me neither,” Sammi confessed, “I couldn’t pick him out in a crowd, but Jono sings his praises all the time. That’s all I need.”

“That’s some faith you’ve got,” Alex realised, “I think my parents destroyed any faith I have left.”

“I’m sorry,” Sammi sympathised. After all, she was far from inexperienced when it came to parental problems.

“It’s okay, it’s nothing new, but Lily helped change that. I can’t lose her, Sammi,” Alex admitted. He felt desperate.

“And you won’t,” Melissa joined the room, wheeling in a trolley carrying ten jars and a conical flask.

“What’s this?” Sammi wondered, seemingly as confused as Alex was about the array of unlabelled herbs in the jars.

“Werewolves have claws, banshees can scream,” Melissa explained, “Me? I’ve got the nine herbs.”

“Why are there ten jars?” Sammi noticed.

“Honey works as a binding agent. A shot of this should trigger the healing process, but if I mix it wrong, things won’t be looking so rosy,” Melissa continued.

“Wait, what? Could she die?” Alex was horrified.

“Kid, this isn’t my first rodeo,” Melissa reassured. Slowly but surely, Alex was being won over. Melissa knew her stuff, and that was all Alex needed to know.

“Here’s what I don’t get,” Alex mentioned, “She’s a werewolf. She should be healing. That’s never been a problem before.”

“We’ll worry about that later. Right now, I need to treat her,” Melissa decided.

“Guys,” Sammi nudged, “Maybe we should shut the window.” Alex, confused by her worried quiver, spun his head round to look. Bafflingly, a couple of fireflies had made it inside. Usually, Alex would have called them pretty, but this was different. Through the window, a swarm was on its way.

It was heading straight for them.

Of all the things Jeremy was anticipating in Beacon Hills, a trip to the sheriff station was not one of them. They hadn’t officially been arrested, but to Jeremy, it felt like they had. They couldn’t just leave, no matter how claustrophobic Jeremy felt.

After all, Jeremy had spent far too long locked inside. Going back there was his idea of hell. There was no way he was going to spend more time hidden from the world for something he hadn’t done.

That was the most baffling part. Quite why anyone thought Jeremy and Felix were vandals was beyond him. They’d only just arrived in town and were minding their own business, so it must have been a case of mistaken identity, right? That didn’t stop it frustrating Jeremy, though. He’d seen enough crime dramas to know justice didn’t always happen.

“Have you called yet?” Felix nagged. Deputy Lahey was typing away at his computer, almost oblivious to their presence. All Felix had asked for was one phone call to Dylan; that way, the entire thing would be cleared up within seconds. Instead, Jeremy’s frustrations were growing. Time was being wasted.

“Names,” Lahey demanded.

“Don’t tell him anything,” Felix commanded just as Jeremy went to open his mouth, “Not until we get our call.”

“Fine. I can wait,” Lahey decided. Jeremy sighed. This wasn’t working. They needed a plan B.

“If we can’t call Dylan, then maybe you can call someone. Scott McCall. Phone him and he’ll vouch for us,” Jeremy bargained. After all, neither them nor Dylan were from Beacon Hills, so perhaps there might be some more weight in someone who was?

“Wait, you know Scott?” Lahey recognised. Felix smiled proudly at Jeremy. Finally, they were making progress, “Hold on, you said Dylan, do you mean Dylan Drummond? Scott told me about you guys. I’m so sorry. I’m Isaac,” Lahey glowed his eyes, revealing the truth – he was a beta too.

“Deputy,” an older man stormed over, lowering his voice as he approached, as if he were revealing a secret, “What the hell? Quit the eyes.” Jeremy noticed the shiny sheriff badge proudly displayed on his shirt.

“It’s okay, they’re in Dylan’s pack,” Isaac defended.

“I’m Jeremy, and this is Felix,” Jeremy smiled his kindest smile, “I’m a beta too.” Jeremy glared his eyes as proof.

“Well, why didn’t you say? Sheriff Stilinski,” the Sheriff introduced, shaking both of their hands, “If you know Scott, I assume you know my pain-in-the-ass son, Stiles.”

“We’ve not met either of them, actually,” Jeremy admitted, “But Dylan has, and we all need your help. Please, I think there’s been a case of mistaken identity. We’re no vandals. We’ve not even been here an hour. Scott can vouch for us.”

“The last I heard, Scott’s out of town. I know who else we can call, though. Come on, let’s step into my office and clear this up for good,” Stilinski suggested. Jeremy felt comfortable in his presence – Dylan was right, Scott and his friends were the right people to trust in.

Oscar hadn’t uttered a single word since arriving at Drew’s. He didn’t know what to say – he’d never met Drew before and knew nothing about him. In fact, all he’d really heard was that Drew was somewhat blunt and frosty, though very knowledgeable. It wasn’t the best pitch he’d ever heard.

There was never really a moment where Oscar felt like an outsider in the pack; even when they’d kept him in the dark about the supernatural, they’d never excluded him from the group. This was different, though. Freddie, Josh and Brett knew Drew. Quite why they’d insisted on him coming to Wayhurst as well, Oscar didn’t know. He wasn’t any use to anyone.

“Everything okay?” Brett came and sat against the hallway wall beside him. On paper, Brett had so little in common with Oscar, but since his return, Brett was the person he felt most comfortable with. The high school basketball jock stereotype was easily subverted by his gentle nature and open mind. If Oscar could be half as confident in himself as Brett was, he’d be more than happy.

“I feel like a spare part,” Oscar sighed, “I should have stayed at home, or gone with Dylan. I’d have been more use.”

“You’re plenty of use,” Brett assured, though Oscar didn’t get where he was coming from.

“How?” Oscar enquired.

“You’re the person I trust the most here. Josh and Freddie are great, and I’ve known Drew a long time, but you’re the one who’s seen me at my lowest. You looked after me when I needed it the most. I wanted you here, Oscar, because I knew Drew and the others are going to ask about Johnny, and I don’t know how I’m going to cope with that. I don’t know how strong I am,” Brett opened up, “You’re my comfort blanket, I suppose.” Oscar’s heart felt full. Nobody had ever needed him like that before.

“Losing someone you care for is hard,” Oscar acknowledged, trying to overcome the unavoidable sensation of butterflies overrunning his stomach. He knew exactly what that feeling meant – he felt it when he first met Jono. He was feeling some type of way for Brett but acting on it would have been the most insensitive thing he could have done in that moment. The urge to place his hand on Brett’s leg was strong, but he was resisting.

“That’s where you are,” Allyn spotted, summoning Drew to the corridor, “We were worried.”

“No need,” Brett reassured, “This one’s looking out for me.” He gently placed his hand on Oscar’s leg. Oscar’s mind was blown. That was his signal. He followed suit, putting his hand comfortingly on top of Brett’s. It felt just right.

“Looks like you’re in safe hands,” Drew acknowledged, “Thanks for looking after him, Oscar.”

“It’s nothing,” Oscar downplayed. His feelings were all over the place, but finally, he knew where he stood in that moment. He’d connected with Drew, in even the tiniest way.

“Freddie said you know Cody,” Drew mentioned, catching Oscar off guard with his rapid change of subject. As if his feelings weren’t confused enough already.

“That’s one way of putting it,” Oscar scoffed.

“Wait, you know Cody, Drew?” Brett queried.

“I did, once upon a time,” Drew replied, “Come on, let’s talk in here. The couches are far more comfortable than the floor.” Oscar nodded. Quite what he felt about Cody, he didn’t know any longer, but Oscar was keen to arm himself with as much knowledge as he could.

The penny had dropped, and Jono had ever felt more uncomfortable in himself. He was the reason they were under attack. The fireflies were coming for him. He was something that wasn’t meant to exist, and his mere existence was putting them all in danger.

Jono wasn’t sure what to do. This was completely unlike any situation he’d ever been in before, but he knew one thing for certain: he was the problem. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that Jono needed to remove himself from the situation, but how could he do this without being sawn in half? The mere thought of it was enough to make Jono shudder.

Jono figured it probably didn’t matter, though. It wasn’t about him. It was about protecting the others at all costs. Protecting Dylan at all costs. As long as he wasn’t endangering those he loved, Jono knew he could find a way to keep himself safe.

“What do we do?” Dylan stressed. It broke Jono’s heart to see him so scared. He desperately wanted to soothe his pain and tell him it was okay, but Jono couldn’t lie to him.

Before anyone could answer, a phone rang. A typical, more bog-standard ringtone than Jono’s jovial tune of choice. Yasmin slid her mobile out of her pocket and perused the screen. Her expression visibly dropped like a lead balloon was tied to it.

“It’s Ed,” she explained with a quiver in her voice, “I need to take this.” She slipped back into the lobby for some privacy.

“What I don’t get,” Jono pondered, trying to work every solution out in his mind, “Is why we had no fireflies attacking us in Crystalshaw.”

“I suppose you’re not close enough for the Nemeton to reach you,” Deaton figured.

“We have our own Nemeton in Crystalshaw, though,” Jono considered, “I was there yesterday, right next to it. It did something to me, but I don’t know what.”

“Our Nemeton is just a stump, it’s practically dormant,” Lydia explained, “It might not have the capabilities of a fully powered Nemeton, so this is the best it can do.”

“It would help if any of us actually knew anything about the Nemeton and weren’t just guessing,” Stiles added.

“Guys,” Yasmin tentatively re-entered the room, “My dad escaped. He’s out of jail.”

“Shit,” Dylan was terrified, and so was Jono. Forsyth was the last thing they needed, and they knew what bad news he was.

“Another hunter on the loose? Oh boy,” Stiles remarked.

“I know who can help. An insider on hunters, if you like,” Scott assured, “We’ll help as much as we can when we’re out of here.”

“You guys go,” Jono decided, “They’re after me. You guys can get out of here. There’s no point wasting time.”

“No,” Dylan immediately refuted.

“You have to. The others need you. Find a way to save me while you’re out there, yeah?” Jono persuaded.

“I’ll stay,” Malia nodded, “I can help.”

“Okay,” Scott nodded, “The sooner we go, the sooner we can get back. Dylan, you in?” Jono glanced at his fiancée and nodded his approval. Dylan needed to get out, or there would be no point in their entire trip to Beacon Hills.

“You better be in one piece when I get back,” Dylan commanded.

“I’ll try to be,” Jono raised as much of a smile as he could. Dylan rushed to kiss him, and it was just the lift Jono needed. Every moment their lips were touching was precious to Jono, and nothing could take that from him. Regretfully, though, Jono broke the kiss, and Dylan followed the others out of the back door. As the door clicked shut, Jono glanced at Malia and Deaton either side of him. None of them knew what was coming, and Jono had never felt so unsettled.

9: Together Forever Written by MarthaJonesFan

With every ounce of power in his body, Dylan was fighting against his better judgement. Leaving Jono to be a sitting duck was the hardest thing he could do, but there was more at stake. Yasmin needed him too, and with Forsyth on the loose again, every supernatural in Crystalshaw needed him.

That was the driving force spurring him on. Dylan knew that being an alpha came with responsibility, and this was the clearest example. He’d seen what Forsyth could do, and whether he had any involvement in the murders or not, there was no evidence to suggest he was a reformed character.

Despite that, Jono was still at the forefront of Dylan’s mind, and he couldn’t help fearing the worst. Usually, he was the most optimistic around, but there wasn’t much positivity to see. Fireflies enclosed the animal clinic in a swarm and the result, if they got to Jono, was displayed clearly through the wolf on the counter: in two halves. Dylan wasn’t going to let that happen to Jono, but being separated made it harder to protect him.

“Be quick,” Scott directed as he prepared to slam the back door open. To get out, they had to make it past the swarm, and fast. Five of them had to squeeze out, and it wasn’t going to be easy. Dylan didn’t know how powerful even one firefly was – perhaps that was all it took? There was so way he was ready to take a risk.

“Hold on, my turn,” Yasmin took the lead. She closed her eyes and focused so intensely that Dylan could almost feel it against his skin. Immediately, Dylan knew what was coming. He’d seen it before, and it was just what they needed. Yasmin’s eyes began to glow their gorgeous sea blue colour; the nix had arrived.

“Open the door,” Yasmin commanded, priming herself. Already, Dylan could see water trickling across the floor towards her. It was the most impressive thing Dylan had ever seen – he could do so much as an alpha, but actively controlling one of the elements? Yasin had become even more of a badass, and the bar was high to begin with.

Cautiously, Scott opened the door. Yasmin wasted no time in firing a blast of water at the fireflies. It was like a mini tidal wave, all coming from Yasmin’s hands. Every firefly got wiped out like a firefighter easily extinguishing a fearsome flame.

Finally, the coast was clear, and Dylan wasn’t planning to waste a single second. The sooner they got out, the sooner they could get back.

Jono needed him.

Reflexes taking over, Sammi ducked for cover. Fireflies gushed through the open window at a terrifying pace, swarming around the hospital room like a depressing grey cloud that had somehow formed inside. Somehow, more and more fireflies kept flooding through, even when it looked like no more of the tiny, yet somehow scary bugs could fit inside.

In the rush of the moment, Sammi’s instincts told her to protect herself, but consequently, she’d almost forgotten Lily. She was still unconscious, lying unprotected on the bed Sammi had hidden herself behind. She was exposed. They had to get her out.

Behind her, Sammi heard the most concerning sound of all: jars smashing. More than one collapsed to the floor – Sammi couldn’t tell how many specifically, but all of the jars Melissa had were precious. The herbs were Lily’s only hope, and if they were lost, so was Lily.

“When I say go, wheel Lily out,” Melissa yelled over the unbearable, overwhelming noise surrounding them. Sammi stood up to try and gather her bearings, but it wasn’t easy. Through the crowd of fireflies, she could just about make out Alex. His body was laid gently over Lily’s, protecting her like a shield. He’d put her first, unquestionably, and Sammi adored how romantic it was. She knew she’d do the same for Freddie if she needed to.

Together, she and Alex slid into position at the back of the bed – Alex to the left, and Sammi to the right. Now, all they needed was Melissa’s command. It couldn’t come quickly enough.

“Now,” Melissa ordered. Using every bit of strength in her body, Sammi heaved the bed forward. Melissa held the door as the bed whizzed out into the safety of the corridor, almost slamming into a couple of confused nurses passing by. Rapidly, Melissa slammed the door behind them, ensuring a minimum of fireflies made it out. Sammi felt an immense wave of relief, but their task wasn’t over yet. Lily still needed them.

“The jars,” Alex observed, noticing Melissa’s now-empty tray. As Sammi had feared, all the jars – and their contents – were lying smashed inside the room.

“There’s a lot more where they came from. I’m no newbie. Come on, we need to take her to the morgue,” Melissa explained.

“The morgue?” Sammi was concerned.

“It’s where I keep my supplies. Don’t panic,” Melissa calmly justified. Sammi couldn’t lie – she was worried. What had caused the fireflies? As curious as she was, that was a question for later. Lily was her only focus moving forward.

The sooner Jeremy could get out of the sheriff station, the quicker he’d begin to feel comfortable. He knew it was only a matter of time until this messy mishap was fixed, but it was the last thing he needed on top of everything going on, and Jeremy was at boiling point.

In many ways, Jeremy felt out of his depth. He didn’t really know how he was supposed to act in such a strange situation. He’d missed years of social skills through the self-serving actions of his father, and most of the time, it wasn’t too noticeable – after all, Jeremy didn’t really interact with anyone outside of the pack – but unexpected situations led to rising anxiety that he’d say something strange.

Sheriff Stilinski’s office felt like one giant pressure cooker. The Sheriff himself seemed perfectly nice, and it certainly helped that he knew about the supernatural and Dylan’s pack, but Jeremy had never met him before, and that was enough to make him feel nervous.

“I’m sorry for the inconvenience, boys,” Stilinski sincerely apologised, “The call about vandalism was a dud, Isaac’s tracing it now.”

“Who did you call?” Felix wondered. They both knew someone was coming to verify their identities, but who?

“So sorry we’re late,” a new voice entered the room without so much as a knock, “Traffic was hell.” Jeremy felt his mood immediately lift and a smile form on his face as he saw Liam and Nolan slip into the office.

“Thank god,” Jeremy exhaled in relief. He’d not seen Liam since he left Crystalshaw, but they shared a connection quite unlike any other. Together, with Dylan, they had survived the Lunar Sanctum, and that was enough for Jeremy to always trust him implicitly.

“Good to see you, dude,” Liam smiled, “And, err, your friend.”

“Oh, this is Felix,” Jeremy proudly introduced. He’d forgotten that Liam and Nolan had never met him, “He’s my boyfriend.”

“Awesome,” Liam nodded, “Nice to meet you, Felix. I’m Liam, and this is my boyfriend Nolan.”

“Also dating a werewolf, huh?” Nolan chuckled, glancing at Felix in his usual awkward-yet-friendly way.

“It has its perks,” Felix laughed.

“Excuse me,” Isaac joined the room after a couple of polite knocks, “I’ve got a lead.”

“Please, tell us,” Stilinski approved.

“It was an anonymous tip-off, but the call traces back to Crystalshaw,” Isaac explained.

“My dad,” Jeremy instantly knew. David was always one step ahead. Even miles away, he was still making Jeremy’s life difficult, and it enraged him – there really was no escape.

There was obviously not enough space in Drew’s living room to comfortably fit everyone in, but Josh didn’t mind. He felt safe among the company of not only his friends, but his packmates, and Drew’s too. Just as he remembered, Drew’s pack were welcoming and friendly, and not even a little judgemental.

Inside the living room were nine people – Freddie, Brett, Oscar and Josh himself as guests, alongside Drew, Allyn, Monty, Noah and Kamilah. Everyone was looking at Drew and listening intently, because they were finally about to get some of the answers they needed. Honestly, Josh would have taken anything – solving even one of the pack’s problems would have been a weight off their shoulders.

“I knew Cody many years back,” Drew began, “Hunters were in control of Crystalshaw, and us werewolves had no choice but to band together. Strangers I saw on the street became the people I could trust the most. We were all we had. Cody was this kid from Crystalshaw High. I’d seen him around but never spoken to him. He was timid and nervous, but so much changed. All of us grew up, and Cody more than most.”

“He never told me any of this,” Oscar worriedly thought. Josh was intrigued – he knew almost nothing about this Cody guy, but the hold he had over Oscar was scary. All of them needed to be educated, just in case.

“Cody was a new werewolf when we met, and Forsyth killed his alpha not long after. Well, I say killed,” Drew continued, “She wasn’t quite dead yet. On her death bed, Cody took her power.”

“And finished her off,” Josh realised. This story suddenly sounded very familiar – all he could think about as Clarissa, and the position he ended up in himself.

“The power of being an alpha is too much for some. You need to be extremely strong to deal with the pressure, and Cody was a new werewolf,” Drew detailed, “He didn’t know what to do. He wanted to make an impression, so he became vicious. He learnt how to fight, and when the hunters retreated, Cody became territorial. The few remaining werewolves all moved away out of fear, but I kept my head down.”

“It’s why we kept out of sight,” Allyn interjected, “Most werewolves in the area were the same.”

“Crystalshaw is his, and he’s so insecure that he’ll do anything to keep it that way.”

“I know how that feels,” Josh admitted. Everyone in the room knew about his past, so there was no point hiding, “I lost my mind when I became an alpha. I’d still be like Cody if it weren’t for you guys.”

“He spent months with me and didn’t change,” Oscar sighed.

“It’s not your responsibility to change him,” Josh assured, “I had things at stake. People at stake. Freddie and Jono had been my friends regardless, and I wasn’t going to sacrifice that.”

“But he’s willing to sacrifice me,” Oscar shrugged. Josh’s pep talk hadn’t worked as well as he’d hoped.

“Then he doesn’t deserve you anyway,” Josh tried to redeem himself. He knew what he was trying to say, but it wasn’t coming out the right way. His point was that it was important that Oscar wasn’t hard on himself.

“Cody is capable of killing whoever he wants. If he was going to kill the pack, he’d have done it by now,” Drew explained. Oscar nodded. Maybe he had made a difference? Josh wasn’t surprised; Oscar was the sweetest person he knew, and it was difficult for that not to rub off. Perhaps this Cody guy wasn’t such a big problem after all?

“Let’s hope he directs his attitude at David instead of Dylan, then,” Josh sighed. They weren’t out of the woods yet, and though he tried to cover it up, Josh couldn’t lie to himself. When it came to David, he was terrified.

Slumping to the floor against the many cupboards that decorated the walls of Deaton’s operating room, Jono felt helpless. Usually, between them, the pack would have devised a smooth plan to keep everyone safe, but this time, things felt bleak. Jono’s hopes were spiralling down the sink, and there was no plug to block it.

Since he first found out about werewolves, Jono knew that he was involved in something dangerous. It was obvious – he’d seen enough TV shows about the supernatural to know that not everyone made it out alive. It was like an imaginary contract that everyone signed before joining the pack. They all knew how it could end.

One thing never changed, though. Jono still had one hope left behind. Dylan was always the light at the end of the tunnel, and more than ever, Jono was relying on him to rescue him from the deep end.

“You’re not giving up, are you?” Malia relaxed next to him.

“Never,” Jono insisted, “But the prognosis isn’t exactly promising.”

“There’s always a way out,” Malia encouraged, “Scott and Stiles are the reason I’m still here and not running around the forest as a coyote.”

“I’ve got so many questions,” Jono chuckled. He was used to the supernatural world being unusual, to say the least, but there was a little part of Jono that enjoyed how he could still be surprised.

“I killed my mom and my sister,” Malia admitted. The tone instantly sank, and Jono didn’t have anything to say, “Not on purpose. I wasn’t in control. That doesn’t make it any easier, though.”

“I’m sorry,” Jono felt bad. He didn’t mean to make light of something so serious, “It’s not the same, I know, but my sister’s in the hospital right now because I hurt her. I didn’t mean to either, but if I lose her, I don’t know what I’d do.”

“Melissa’s saved our asses countless times, she’s in the best place,” Malia motivated, “You still have a chance. You still have hope. Don’t forget that.” Jono nodded. Malia was right. There was another way, and Jono wasn’t going down without a fight.

“Maybe there’s a little hope on its way,” Deaton said, pointing towards the windows that trailed around the top of the walls. Quickly, the room brightened. Light illuminated the bleak space. The fireflies fled, slowly but surely, as if the problem had been solved.

“Okay,” Jono took a deep breath, “Now I’m confused.”

With everything happening around her, Yasmin’s mind was struggling to focus on anything. Problems had stacked up like never before, and the pressure was intense. It was too much for any of them to handle, and it was obviously taking its toll on every member of the pack.

Dylan looked broken, more than Yasmin had ever seen before. It didn’t take a genius to see how much Jono meant to him, but Yasmin knew the extent of how deep their love went. Dylan didn’t know who he was without Jono. Since they’d met, Dylan had found his true self. Dylan without Jono was not a scenario anyone had prepared for, least of all Dylan.

Though her heart broke for him, Yasmin’s own heart was aching too, albeit in a different way. Anything involving her dad accelerated her heartrate tenfold, and news that he’d escaped was the worst possible phone call Yasmin could have received.

Many different scenarios were running through Yasmin’s head. How did he get out? Why? What did he expect to achieve? Already, he could have hurt someone. He could have killed someone. Her dad was ruthless and had a heart of stone. No matter how hard she tried, Yasmin couldn’t put a positive spin on the situation.

Strangely, though, Beacon Hills felt like the right place to be. Yasmin trusted that Ed would have Crystalshaw under control, giving Yasmin the opportunity to look for answers. Scott seemed to know a lot about hunters, so any tips would have been gratefully received. When it came to her dad, she needed all the help she could get.

“Where are we heading?” Dylan wondered as they speed-walked to the edge of town. His impatience was clear as day. Every second was precious – that had never been clearer.

“To speak to someone with more than enough expertise on hunting,” Lydia answered.

“Someone who hunted me, once upon a time,” Scott added.

“Not just because you dated his daughter,” Stiles remarked.

“Why am I not feeling reassured?” Yasmin nervously chuckled.

“Don’t worry. I’d trust him with my life,” Scott insisted, “In fact, I have, more than once.”

The group halted outside a large warehouse, plain on the outside and surrounded by large green spaces. Yasmin was expecting a covert base to be shrouded inside, or something equally cool and secretive; after all, it was the perfect place to hide.

Scott led the way inside, and Yasmin was sorely disappointed. This time, the warehouse actually was a warehouse. By the looks of it, whoever they had come to see was trading in firearms. Stacks of weapons lined the large space, and it wasn’t a comforting sight for Yasmin. Such a place would unsettle her no matter how much she trusted the company she was keeping.

“You could have called,” a voice boomed from across the large space. Yasmin saw a slim man, in great shape for someone surely in his fifties, strolling casually over.

“Sorry, it’s an emergency,” Scott cut the chit-chat, “Dylan, Yasmin, this is Chris Argent.”

“Argent,” Yasmin realised. She’d heard that name before. He wasn’t just anyone, he was part of the most famous family of hunters in history.

“Whatever you’ve heard, I apologise,” Argent smiled, “I’ve heard a lot about you both. The pleasure is mine.”

“We need your help,” Dylan mentioned.

“The fireflies,” Argent replied, “I’ve seen them myself, they’ve been getting worse for a couple of weeks. I called Scott to bring him and the pack home, but we’ve not been able to figure anything out yet.”

“They’re coming for my boyfriend,” Dylan’s voice quivered, “But he’s safe, for now, I think.”

“It’s about something else,” Lydia clarified.

“My dad,” Yasmin gulped, building up the courage to talk about the most complex figure in his life.”

“I’m aware of Forsyth,” Argent explained, “I never met him personally, but some of the hunters I worked with were very familiar with his work. Even they were scared of how far he’d go.”

“He’s escaped prison, and we need to make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone else. Please, any advice would be helpful,” Yasmin begged.

“Though I’ve not met your father, I have some experience with outplaying a hunter. My own father never knew when to stop, so it was down to me. Gerard was always one stop ahead, so we had to be two, or three steps further on. Outplay him at his own game, Yasmin, and you’ll bring him down for good,” Argent detailed.

“Thank you,” Yasmin smiled. That was exactly what she needed to hear – there was a way she could win, “Come on, we need to get back to Jono.”

“I’ll drive you back,” Argent suggested, “But we’re going prepared.” Argent confidently grabbed one of the guns on the nearest shelf, not even needing to check the model. Yasmin felt reassured – Argent knew what he was doing, and he meant business. He was the person they needed on their team.

The morgue was just as depressing as Sammi expected it to be. Though she never imagined it to be the liveliest room in the hospital, it somehow managed to exceed her expectations in how glum it was. The walls were lined with metallic drawers – it didn’t take a genius to figure out what was inside them all – and any ambient noise was blocked out by the thick double doors the second they abruptly swung shut behind them.

Despite that, it was the room that brought a tiny glimmer of hope. As soon as they were inside, Melissa got to work. She didn’t need to be reminded that time was of the essence. Lily was in desperate need of their help, and Sammi’s stomach had tied itself in knots. If this didn’t work, they had no back-up.

With Alex holding Lily’s hand intimately, Sammi decided to make herself useful. Melissa seemed to know what she was doing, but an extra pair of hands was never a bad thing. One by one, Sammi and Melissa carried all ten large jars – like before, each containing a different ingredient – from one of the morgue drawers to the central worktop.

“Could you turn the lights on, please?” Melissa requested, “I have to get this spot on.”

“What happens if you don’t?” Sammi worriedly asked as she obeyed Melissa’s command.

“You don’t want to know,” Melissa avoided eye contact, “And you don’t need to know, because we’re not going to get to that point.” Melissa seemed flustered – it was clear how much pressure was weighing her down. She was remarkably composed, all things considered.

“Anything I can do?” Sammi offered as Melissa concocted the remedy.

“Hold her hand,” Melissa advised, “This is going to burn whatever’s injured her straight out of her body. It’s gonna hurt like a bitch.” Sammi nodded and got into position while Melissa filled a syringe with the newly created mixture. It was dark green in colour and looked oddly gross – it seemed far too thick and mushy for use in a syringe.

“Hold her down,” Melissa ordered of Alex.

“She’s unconscious,” Alex was confused.

“Not for long,” Melissa warned. With everyone in position, Melissa quickly shot the needle into Lily’s chest next to the wound. Immediately, her body began to convulse. It was violent and harsh, and Sammi was beginning to panic.

Abruptly, Lily’s eyes shot open. Simultaneously, the shaking ceased. A moment of calm followed, but it was only brief. Lily started to shriek, as if she were experiencing the worst pain imaginable; for all Sammi knew, she actually could have been. Sammi shared a worried glance with Alex and Melissa – it wasn’t a comforting sight to see even Melissa so anxious.

Then it stopped. Just as abruptly as it started. Lily’s eyes were closed once again, and her entire body was frozen still. Sammi watched on, desperately hoping her eyes would snap back open, but nothing came. Seconds dragged along, as if each one refused to leave. Sammi felt sick. This couldn’t be the end, could it? She couldn’t lose Lily.

A deep intake of breath. A tidal wave of relief engulfed Sammi as Lily coughed and spluttered awake. Immediately, the wound on her stomach started to visibly heal. It had worked. She was safe.

“Oh my god,” Alex exhaled. He’d never looked so overwhelmed. Sammi glanced at Melissa, who had modestly stepped back to allow them space. She mouthed ‘thank you’, to which Melissa nodded. Clearly, for her, it was just another day. Sammi was in awe.

“What happened? Where’s Jono?” Lily questioned, still catching her breath. Sammi shared an awkward look with Alex. They were out of danger, but her ordeal was far from done.

Finally, Jeremy felt like he could breathe again. Innocent or not, he’d feared the worst and realised how little trust he had in people he didn’t know. He wasn’t sure how Felix managed to be so calm in such a strange situation – there wasn’t a guidebook for handling sticky moments, but some people seemed to know what do without even thinking. Jeremy wished that could be him.

Sitting outside the sheriff station gave Jeremy a chance to take in the fresh air. The night was arriving, and the sky was gorgeously clear, the crescent moon shining its protective beam like it were Jeremy’s guardian. It was beautifully calming, and so many years hidden inside ensured he’d never take moments like that for granted.

With Felix cuddled up by his side, resting his head under Jeremy’s shoulder like the perfect lock and key, Jeremy was feeling more peaceful than he had in ages. It was just what he needed, and as long as he had Felix and his freedom, Jeremy knew nothing else mattered.

“How are you holding up?” Felix questioned, interrupting the blissful silence.

“Fine,” Jeremy replied simply. He wasn’t completely lying – he was okay in a general sense, but he was definitely shaken up.

“You don’t have to pretend around me,” Felix urged, “You panicked, right?”

“Thought it was supposed to be me who could sense emotions,” Jeremy chuckled, “I waited so long for freedom, and for a moment, I thought I was going to lose it again. I don’t think I could go through it again, Felix. My dad, the Lunar Sanctum, they stole enough of my life. Now, I’m in control.”

“You damn well are,” Felix replied, “I was never going to let you get locked up. I’ll keep you safe, forever, you can rely on that.”

Jeremy’s heart was warm, as if it had a soft blanket tenderly snuggling it. For years, Jeremy had seen couples on the television and in movies, and he’d wanted something like that so desperately. He never imagined it would actually happen, and for that, if nothing else, he knew he’d never let Felix go.

“Here you are,” Liam intruded. He and Nolan took a seat beside them, “I thought you’d left without saying goodbye.”

“I’m sorry, I just needed some fresh air,” Jeremy felt bad. He had a lot of time for Liam, and he appreciated the favour he’d done them both.

“No need to apologise. I’m just glad you’re okay. Us Lunar Sanctum buddies gotta stick together,” Liam chuckled.

“Buddies?” Felix playfully scoffed.

“So cringe,” Nolan teased. Jeremy raised a smile – he couldn’t not. These were his people. Finally, he’d found others he could relate to, and it meant so much.

“Nice to see a smile on your face,” Liam continued, ignoring the mockery, “I’m glad you’re happy, Jeremy.”

“Likewise,” Jeremy nodded, “Hey, come and see Dylan. I think he needs all the help he can get.”

“Sure,” Liam nodded, “I’ll drive us.” Jeremy felt relieved – finally, they could do what they came to do, without any further interruptions.

There was something immediately homely about Drew’s house, and it made Freddie feel instantly at ease. Perhaps it was the company – he’d not seen Drew or his pack in a long time, but the familiarity never faded. When Freddie first got to know Drew, he seemed like a moody, unfriendly jock, but that was far from the truth. Drew was kind-hearted and determined, and nobody was more loyal to their friends than he was.

It had been a productive visit, though not in the way Freddie had expected. He’d been able to momentarily switch off from his own family drama, and in the process, they’d learnt more about Cody. As a pack, they knew David’s tricks inside out, but Cody was an unknown entity. If Oscar was in danger, it concerned the whole pack, and they had to stick together.

“I trust in you guys,” Drew said, walking between Josh and Freddie back to the car. As much as Freddie wished he could stay in the calm and bliss for longer, he knew they needed to get back to Crystalshaw as soon as possible. People were relying on them, whether they knew it or not, “You’ve beaten David before. I know you can do it again.”

“We literally had to blow him up last time,” Freddie recalled. His optimism was low.

“And it still didn’t work,” Josh reminded.

“David’s strong, but he’s not indestructible. The Lunar Sanctum found his weakness, remember? Do what they did. Sammi and Jeremy almost brought him down before they were even born. They’re the key. He’s their father, and they’re his kids,” Drew advised.

“Huh,” Freddie scoffed. No matter what had changed, faith in his dad remained low.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think,” Drew issued a rare apology.

“It’s okay,” Freddie mentioned, “It’s a long story. We’re working through it.”

“Good for you,” Drew nodded as Freddie opened the driver door, “Hey, don’t be a stranger.” Freddie smiled – part of him wanted to stay longer, but he knew he couldn’t. Crystalshaw needed him.

With one gentle wave to Drew and his pack, Freddie hopped into the car. Josh slid into the passenger seat, immediately connecting his phone to the car’s Bluetooth for DJ duties, while Brett and Oscar resumed their spots in the back; Freddie couldn’t help noticing how close their legs seemed to be, but he couldn’t jump to conclusions.

Nevertheless, it was about time for the light at the end of the tunnel to rear its head, and Freddie was going to take any ray of light he could reach.

No more than ten minutes must have passed since they left the warehouse, but Dylan was convinced he’d never known a car journey to drag so much. He felt physically sick with nerves, fearing the worst had happened in the time he’d left Jono. For all he knew, his worst nightmare could have come true.

Usually, Dylan was the most optimistic person around. He preferred to tell himself that everything was going to be okay, and that became his goal. It was something to strive for. Something to achieve. This time was different, though. All Dylan could think about was the horrifying vision of the worst-case scenario. It was unbearable to even consider it.

Dylan still felt motivated, though. This time, he didn’t have a goal to work towards, but a scenario to prevent. He was ready to do everything in his power to protect Jono – everything and anything.

Argent’s oversized but surprisingly smooth black car had almost enough room to carry everyone, but they were one seat short. Somehow, Scott had sprinted the whole way and arrived before them; even Dylan wasn’t convinced he could keep up a pace like that, and he was damn well impressed.

Just moments later, another car pulled up. This time, much to his delight, it was a car Dylan had seen before. He hadn’t seen Liam and Nolan since the Lunar Sanctum finally bit the dust, but this wasn’t a social occasion. They had work to do.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Jeremy immediately questioned as he and Felix slid out of the back seats.

“Jono’s in danger,” Dylan relayed. He had no time to waste, “Good to see you both. Thanks for coming.”

“I owe you one,” Liam smiled kindly.

“Wait, stop,” Yasmin called out, stopping Dylan in his tracks, “Where are the fireflies?” Everyone froze to pay close attention to their ears. Yasmin was right – Dylan couldn’t pinpoint a single sound. No buzzing. No humming. Absolutely nothing. Whether that was good or bad, Dylan wasn’t sure – he had to see for himself.

Dylan almost heaved the door off its hinges on his way inside. His heart couldn’t take another second of waiting. Though he could see the clinic lobby was just as he’d left it, hearing remained Dylan’s most valuable sense. He focused from the moment the door granted him access, paying attention to each and every detail his ears could pick up. There, he found out what he needed to know. Three heartbeats, just as there were when he left: Deaton, Malia, and Jono. They were alive. Jono was safe.

“Dyl?” a voice called out. Just the voice Dylan had been so desperate to hear. Dylan rushed into the operating room to see Jono waiting for him. A second thought wasn’t needed – Dylan wrapped Jono in his arms, holding him as tightly as he could. They were only apart for an hour, maximum, but it was still far too long.

“Are you okay?” Dylan checked. Jono looked just fine, but the absence of the fireflies continued to make no sense to Dylan. Clearly, something had happened, but what?

“Fine, don’t worry,” Jono assured, “Sammi just texted. Lily’s safe, too. Did you get the help we needed?”

“Yeah, and now we’re helping you. All of us,” Dylan gestured to the ever-increasing number of people inside the animal clinic. Each and every one of them shared the same goal. Two packs, united, “What happened to the fireflies?”

“They just…went,” Jono vaguely answered.

“Not long after you left,” Malia added.

“But why? Where did they go? It makes no sense,” Dylan pondered. Nothing happened for no reason.

“Because you left,” Lydia bluntly replied. Her face was pale and her expression blank – the key signs Dylan was used to seeing on Yasmin. His stomach sank. This was a premonition, “The fireflies are coming back.”

“What?” Dylan was baffled. What did he have to do with the fireflies?

“Two alphas of one pack,” Deaton realised.

“What does that have to do with anything? We’ve seen a whole pack of alphas before,” Scott seemed just as bewildered.

“The supernatural world goes beyond our understanding of science, but it still has rules. The alpha pack was made up of five alphas who willingly killed their own betas. They earned their place in a new pack. As we discussed, Jono’s alpha status is already a freak of nature, and the Nemeton knows that it has upset the balance in the pack. The balance has been upset,” Deaton explained. Dylan’s jaw dropped. Why did the answers he needed only pose more questions? How was he supposed to react? He didn’t know where to start.

“But we’re safe in Crystalshaw, right? We had no fireflies there. You said your Nemeton was broken,” Dylan scrambled to find a solution.

“For now, but your Nemeton has already tried to act. It’s only a matter of time until it tries to separate you both for good,” Deaton warned. Dylan felt sick. This was wrong in every way imaginable. What could be so bad about him and Jono being together? To Dylan, it was the most natural thing in the whole world.

“We need to go,” Dylan decided, “Thank you all, for everything. We’ll figure this out.”

“Stay in touch,” Scott requested.

“Of course,” Dylan raised as much of a smile as he could. Confidently, he took Jono’s hand, intertwined his fingers with his own, and led the way to the car. The world may have been against them, but Dylan was confident of one thing: he wasn’t giving Jono up for anything.

10: Escape Written by MarthaJonesFan

Lily could barely remember the last time he had a good night’s sleep. Years of on-and-off sleepless nights had become suddenly frequent since becoming a full werewolf. Her brain was permanently wired, and though she was getting better at controlling the wolf, she still had a way to go to gain full control.

Nevertheless, Lily was getting ready for bed. Even if she could only manage a couple of hours’ kip, it would be a step in the right direction. She had already donned her favourite pink pyjamas and matching dressing gown, and just needed a glass of water before she could settle down. The lakehouse kitchen had the most gorgeous view out onto the gentle body of water on their doorstep. The moonlight bounced off the smooth surface, allowing Lily’s eyes a breath-taking view for how dark it was. Lily wished she could channel the calmness of the lake.

“Late one?” Lily jumped as Mia’s voice rang through her ears. She was stood in the doorway, just a couple of metres behind her, but the complete silence around them amplified the volume of any noise.

“Same shit, different day,” Lily laughed. She had to laugh – if she didn’t, there would be nothing to keep the tears at bay. She picked up her full glass of water to head upstairs.

“Have a good night,” Mia smiled, looking as gorgeous as ever, even in her nightie.

Lily nodded before continuing towards the staircase. Miraculously, her eyes were already heavy, no doubt feeling the pressure of so little rest in the week prior. In fact, she felt so tired that she could have fallen asleep stood up. Before she could put her foot on the first step, Lily paused, and whether she wanted them to or not, Lily’s eyelids succumbed.

Noticing rustling in her ears, Lily’s eyes shot open with the most urgency. What was going on? Lily was confident she had only been asleep for a few minutes, but somehow, she had a clear view of the clear blue sky directly ahead, and her back was lying uncomfortably against a solid but uneven floor.

Quickly, Lily sat up, inspecting the surrounding forest. Where she specifically was, she couldn’t pinpoint. She had a makeshift bed made up of leaves over the top of the muddy surface, just like she’d made it especially for herself, but why didn’t she remember it? She couldn’t recall even leaving the lakehouse. The hairs on Lily’s arms were stood to attention – it was intolerably cold, and she still only had her dressing gown for comfort.

The bed nor the temperature were the alarming part, though. Surrounding Lily like the most morbid clock she’d ever seen were seven bodies, with blood and body parts splayed all around like they’d been mauled by an animal. Lily panicked. Nothing made sense, but her stomach was performing somersaults. Lily could only be sure of one thing – she wasn’t in control of the wolf yet.

Though Dylan had never been much of a morning person, lounging around in bed felt counterproductive that day. It had been a week since Beacon Hills, and still, they were no closer to finding out how to solve the apparent problem of two alphas in the same pack.

Every day, all day, for the whole week, Dylan had exhausted himself looking for answers. The Bestiary had nothing. Mrs. Johnson had never heard of such an occurrence. There was no information anywhere, and with no knowledge, they had no solution. Dylan had barely eaten, partly because he’d been so busy, but also because he was feeling continually sick with terror. Losing Jono was his worst-case scenario.

Therefore, Dylan decided that, for that morning, spending time with Jono was the top priority. Even for a little while, they could pretend they were normal, or their own version of whatever normal was. Neither of them had moved since waking up, and conversation was in full flow. Dylan felt so comfortable, as he always did in Jono’s company.

“I’ll never forget the first time we spoke,” Jono smirked with a devilish charm. They’d found themselves taking a stroll down memory lane, and it was an equal mix of both fondness and embarrassment for Dylan.

“Oh god,” Dylan cringed, “The one time I got a detention, because becoming a werewolf wasn’t deemed more important than homework.”

“No regrets, I hope,” Jono put his positive spin on it.

“None. I mean, without that, I’m not sure I’d have found the courage to speak to you,” Dylan reflected.

“I’d never have let you slip by,” Jono assured. Dylan blushed. He still remembered the concoction of nerves and excitement that he felt in that moment. If only he knew then that not only would he get the guy he was crushing so badly on, but he’d also eventually get to marry him.

“Maybe we need to decide on the date you get to marry me, then?” Dylan navigated to a slightly different topic, from the past to the future. After all, no matter what the warnings said, Dylan was adamant that he and Jono had a future together.

“You know what? The sooner, the better,” Jono suggested. Dylan felt that same exciting sensation of butterflies that he felt when Jono first spoke to him, “I know you don’t want anything too big, so let’s have something small as soon as we can. This weekend, even. I can’t wait any longer for you to be my husband.”

“Same,” Dylan said, stunned. Jono had said everything Dylan wanted to hear, “We can use the lakehouse. Imagine the wedding pictures.”

“I’d have asked Lily to take the pictures,” Jono sighed, the mood deflating. Jono had tried to reach out to Lily over the week since the attack, but she’d left him on read each time. The alpha in Jono was harder to control, and it was going to take time for him to learn from scratch.

“Lily will be there. She never misses a party. Lily and Sammi as groomsmaids, and Yasmin as maid of honour. She’d kill me otherwise,” Dylan chuckled, “And Josh as my best man.”

“Freddie as mine,” Jono added, “The guest list is filling up.”

“We need the whole pack, of course. Mom, Ed, George, Mia,” Dylan listed some names off the top of his head.

“My mom and dad, I guess,” Jono considered, “And Aunt Maria.”

“Oh god,” Dylan nervously chuckled. It would be rude not to invite Maria considering she was living in the same house, and they were family, after all, “Drawing the line at your uncle, though.”

“Shame,” Jono laughed. The situation with David was far from amusing, but for once, they both had a little light in their lives, and Dylan was making the most of it, “Hey, we should probably get ready. I want to sort this shit out, once and for all.”

Dylan couldn’t have agreed more. He’d never felt so fired up to keep Jono by his side. They would find a solution; Dylan was sure of it. He wasn’t going to accept any alternative.

There was no greater feeling than being at home as far as Freddie was concerned. Though it was his own choice to move out, the Drummond house still felt like his safe haven. Sure, his dad lived there now, but so did his closest friends, as well as Caroline and Ed, both of whom easily outshone anything his actual dad had mustered up.

Despite the history, though, Freddie was willing to put his bad feelings to one side. His dad was trying, and that was what mattered most. Whether this would stick, Freddie was unconvinced, but he’d purposely not raised his expectations. He wasn’t going to let himself be left disappointed again.

That was why Freddie couldn’t blame George for being much more hesitant. He’d lived through it the first time, and Freddie wasn’t prepared to watch his brother struggle all over again. Nevertheless, next to him on the sofa sat George. Finally, he had agreed to meeting Mark for the first time in years, and Freddie was praying it would go well. They had a chance to change things – not everyone could say that.

“I always knew you’d be tall,” Mark commented, trying his best to make conversation with George. So far, the atmosphere was impenetrably awkward. Nobody knew what to say, Freddie included. Another gap of silence followed, and Freddie grew increasingly worried. It wasn’t going well.

“I think I missed that gene,” Freddie interjected, “The top shelf in Target is a little out of my reach.” Mark chuckled, but George didn’t react. Usually, he was always up for a terrible joke, but this was no normal situation.

“Why are you back?” George broke his silence, a blunt tone lowering the mood in an instant. Freddie was stunned into silence, shocked by the abruptness of the question while eagerly anticipating the answer.

“To see you,” Mark simply replied.

“No, you’ve had years to come and see your kids. Why are you back now?” George put his foot down.

“Dude, I told you,” Freddie gently nudged. Freddie had explained Mark’s mental health situation, so George’s apparent lack of understanding was frustrating and surprising.

“I know, and I understand, I promise, but something brought you back now,” George pressed.

“Dad?” a voice came from the hallway. A new voice, and a young one too. Stood in the doorway was a boy, around ten years old, with shaggy blonde hair resting on his shoulders that matched his glimmering blue eyes perfectly. Freddie was confused. Who was he, and why was he in the Drummond house? Most importantly, who was he calling dad?

“Boys, this is your brother,” Mark introduced. Freddie felt winded, like he’d been whacked in the back with a basketball at full pelt. Nothing was making sense. How was that kid their brother? It wasn’t possible…

…was it?

The sound of the doorbell caught Josh off guard. He’d become increasingly jumpy since David resurfaced, and it was unlikely to change as long as there was potential for him to crop up again at any moment.

That said, David was unlikely to ring the doorbell upon arrival. The front door was the last way he’d gain access to the house if he needed to; it wasn’t like he’d ever be invited in.

With everyone else seemingly occupied, Josh had to leave his coffee on the kitchen counter and answer the door himself. He felt somewhat safe in the knowledge that it was probably Yasmin, or Sammi, or someone equally as friendly, so he swung the heavy door open without a care in the world.

Rapidly, Josh’s comfort drained away. Yasmin was on the doorstep, but she wasn’t alone. She was scared, her make-up smudged from crying. It was no wonder, either, as the most awful blast from the past was directly behind her.


“I’m sorry, he made me bring him,” Yasmin wept. Josh wasn’t sure what to do. Yasmin was in danger, but so was the entire pack. His hands were tied.

“The fallen alpha,” Forsyth smirked, “Put the kettle on, would you?”

The view from Jono’s treehouse always gave Brett the perfect sense of comfort. It was the best view in town, which probably didn’t say much as the tree was only a little taller than the surrounding houses, but Brett loved it anyway. It was the only placed he felt both alone and close to Johnny since he got back to Crystalshaw.

The truth was that Brett felt lost without Johnny. He’d spent so many years wanting him back, so when they reunited, he’d happily accepted that they’d be together forever. That opportunity was robbed cruelly from him, and he wasn’t sure that wound would ever heal.

Deep down, Brett knew he had to try and move on. He still had his own life to live, and Johnny would have wanted him to push forward, but that was easier said than done. All he could do was attempt to live his best and most authentic life, for the both of them.

“Hey,” Oscar poked his head over the top of the ladder. Though he appreciated the alone time, Brett had grown to value Oscar’s company hugely since they stumbled upon each other again. In less than two weeks, Oscar had gone from being a friend and fellow pack member, to the most valuable person in his life.

“Hey, come on up,” Brett invited, “Glad you got my text.” Oscar climbed the last few steps and made himself comfortable on the treehouse floor, perching cross-legged directly opposite Brett. He rarely ever saw Oscar without a kind smile on his face, or his eyes glimmering invitingly, informing Brett that he was safe with him.

“Everything alright?” Oscar immediately queried, like he could read Brett’s mind.

“You know, the usual,” Brett sighed.

“Wanna talk about it?” Oscar offered without a second thought.

“Thanks. I keep thinking about how I’m supposed to move on, but I don’t know how to do that, or if I’m ready,” Brett opened up. Oscar was the only person he felt comfortable enough to be that honest around. Dylan, Jono, and the rest of the pack were great friends, and Brett trusted them with his life, but some details felt too raw and intimate.

“If you’re not sure, then maybe you’re not ready,” Oscar suggested, “And that’s okay. There’s not a time limit for when you have to move forward by.”

“True. I just…I’ve never lost anyone before,” Brett admitted.

“You’re dealing with it better than I ever did,” Oscar confessed, “I lost a friend, before I moved here. She died in a car accident. It was so sudden, and I never got to say goodbye.”

“I’m sorry,” Brett’s heart broke.

“It’s okay. It was years ago now, but it’s always painful to talk about. I’ve only told Jono before,” Oscar mentioned, “You learn how to cope with the pain over time, though.” Brett nodded. He needed to hear those words.

Silence followed – not an uncomfortable or awkward silence, quite the opposite, in fact. It was a blissful quiet, where neither of them felt the need to speak. Having each other for company was enough.

“Oscar,” Brett took a deep breath. It was time to take a big step – one he wasn’t planning on taking, but the timing felt right. It was time for someone other than Johnny to know, “I’m non-binary.”

Immediately, Brett felt the biggest wave of relief rush over them. It was a secret they had been keeping for far too long, and it still felt like such an awkward topic to discuss. They knew Oscar would understand, though, and that made it easier for Brett.

“Awesome,” Oscar smiled that same kind smile, showing how proud he felt whilst also displaying that it was no big deal in his eyes, “What are your pronouns?”

“They/them,” Brett confidently replied, “Please, don’t tell anyone else yet. You’re only the second person I’ve ever told.”

“Of course,” Oscar placed his hand on Brett’s knee, “I’m so proud of you. I know Johnny would have been, too.” Brett’s heart felt full. Perhaps moving on wasn’t such a pipe dream after all?

“Oi, new boy,” a female voice rudely barked from below. Brett had heard the girl’s voice before, but they couldn’t place where from. Their brain was frazzled.

“Oh shit,” Oscar mumbled.

“I heard that,” the voice called up again. Immediately, Brett figured it out. If she could hear Oscar, she must have been a werewolf, and it was one Brett only knew vaguely. Nevertheless, they weren’t going to forget Keisha in a hurry.

“What do you want?” Oscar interrogated, peering over the side.

“To help,” Keisha explained. Oscar looked to Brett, as if he needed a clue for what to say. They needed to swap roles now; it was time for Brett to be the strong one.

With so many weird goings-on happening in Crystalshaw, Jeremy was not surprised when Lily called needing help in a sticky situation. That said, that didn’t stop him feeling concerned. Lily was a brand-new werewolf, and he knew that the early weeks and months were vital for establishing so much of her new life.

Beyond that, though, Lily was Jeremy’s cousin. He didn’t’ even know she existed for most of his life, but she was one of three reasons that proved to him that family wasn’t so bad after all. They had to stick together, because someone was still trying to break them apart, and Jeremy wasn’t standing for it.

The sights in the forest were even more grim than Jeremy had anticipated. Seven dead bodies intricately placed equidistant from each other in a circle around where Lily had woken up. Their injuries were far less intricate, with organs, bones and blood scattered all around them. Whoever killed them really wanted them to suffer in the process.

“Are you okay?” Sammi rushed to console a frail-looking Lily, crouching in front of a tree outside the circle, as soon as they arrived. Jeremy, meanwhile, took a closer look at the crime scene. He was confident Lily wouldn’t have killed anyone – even as a werewolf, Lily’s humanity wouldn’t have been entirely lost – but Ed’s hands would have been tied if he saw the crime scene without any solid evidence. The pack had seen enough false arrests in the prior two weeks.

“Physically or emotionally?” Lily’s voice quivered. She was still scared, and Jeremy couldn’t blame her – he felt the same.

“Both,” Sammi replied, wrapping a jacket around her bare arms. Jeremy examined the body nearest to Lily, taking a mental note of the injuries he could see.

“Physically fine, I think?” Lily warily answered, “Mentally, well, I’m not sure how you’re meant to feel after killing seven people.”

“This wasn’t you,” Sammi immediately rebutted, as if she’d seen CCTV footage of the entire incident. Jeremy moved to the next body, repeating the same strategy.

“You don’t know that,” Lily corrected, “And neither do I. I’ve got no control; I could do anything.”

“I agree with Sammi,” Jeremy interjected, taking a quick glance at the remaining five corpses, “And I can prove it.”

“What? How?” Lily stood up, desperate to clear her name.

“When the wolf is in control, it’s animalistic and savage,” Jeremy began, “And sure, whoever killed those people is both of those things, but they’re also precise. Far too precise for a wolf that’s not in control.”

“I think precise is the last word I’d use to describe that,” Sammi doubted.

“Except it is,” Jeremy continued. He knew what he was saying, and he was keen to prove it to them, “The injuries are the same. Every one of these people has had their chest torn open, literally from one nipple to the other, and their heart ripped out. I’ve never seen anything so animalistic pay that much attention to detail, and there’s no way you could have maintained enough control for that, Lily.”

“Impressive,” another voice joined the crowd. The voice Jeremy was dreading to hear again, even though it was only a matter of time until that moment came. David slid into view, having evidently been watching them closely, followed by four others, all a similar age to Jeremy himself, but none he recognised, “You passed another test. Glad to see my own children are as strong and intelligent as me. Well, almost.”

Jeremy shuddered. He could hardly look at his so-called dad’s face. He wanted to be anywhere else, but he had a job to do.

He had to protect his real family.

Something was up – Dylan could feel it. Tension was pushing back against his skin, creating the smallest but very much present sensation of discomfort. Chemo signals were the most valuable secret weapon he had, and it was vital to his job as an alpha. Sometimes, they were impossible to ignore, and that told him one thing: something bad was happening.

“Can you feel that?” Jono queried. He’d noticed it too. Of course, with Jono now being an alpha, his senses were even stronger too. They really had so little separating them. It was no wonder the Nemeton hated it.

“Downstairs,” Dylan identified. He couldn’t tell what was happening yet, but the house was busy. His mum was still at home, not to mention Maria and Mark. If something was going on, they were all in trouble.

Now fully dressed, Dylan and Jono crept out of the bedroom, meticulously ensuring the door didn’t creak on the way. With one less barrier between them and whatever was happening downstairs, Dylan could pinpoint who was there by their scents: Freddie, George, Mark, Josh and, interestingly, Yasmin. Dylan wasn’t aware she was dropping by, she always texted in advance.

“Dyl,” Jono’s voice quivered, “He’s here.” Nervously, Dylan focused his nose, scared about what he’d pick up on. There were a couple of other scents downstairs, too, one of which was familiar, but it was difficult to pinpoint. Quickly, Dylan shifted his focus to his ears. He listened intently to the muffled conversation from downstairs, and the deep, commanding voice he could hear gave it all away.

“What the hell is Forsyth doing here?” Dylan whispered, a fiery anger igniting inside him. He knew it was only a matter of time until Forsyth was going to show up, but he must have had some audacity to show up to Dylan’s house, no matter what he wanted.

“We need a plan, right? We can’t just walk down there,” Jono considered.

“He must know we’re here regardless,” Dylan pondered, “We need to outsmart him. We need a diversion to get everyone out.”

“Morning boys,” Caroline casually strolled out of her bedroom, dressed in her stunning beige suit ready for work. Rapidly, Dylan raised a finger to his lips. There was no way he was allowing his mum to be in danger.

“Forsyth is downstairs,” Dylan kept his voice low.

“Oh, I don’t remember him ever being welcome in my house,” Caroline was furious, “Call Ed, now.”

“Sending him a text now,” Jono replied.

“We’ve got no time to waste, mom,” Dylan informed, “We need a distraction. Everyone else is downstairs.”

“Not everyone. I’ve got an idea,” Caroline thought. Dylan was all-ears. Whatever they did next was going to be risky – the only exit was past the living room – but he wasn’t going to let his family get caught in the crossfire.

Since reuniting with the pack, Oscar had gained some much-needed perspective. Cody wasn’t the person he thought he was, or the person he wanted him to be. Whether his feelings were genuine or not hardly mattered – the manipulation became blatant when Oscar took a step back.

That said, he couldn’t pretend some of the bonds he’d formed in that time weren’t genuine. Cody’s pack was tight, and they were loyal, to each other and to Oscar too. Considering they were the only people he had for the best part of a year, it was no exaggeration to say Oscar would still trust them with his life.

The last person he expected to see again, though, was Keisha. She’d made no secret of the fact that she didn’t like him. Perhaps it was jealousy, or she viewed Oscar as a distraction for Cody, but it was obvious how fiercely loyal she was to him. With Oscar cutting all ties, Keisha felt like someone who would remain firmly in his past.

Against his better judgement, Oscar had invited Keisha up to the treehouse. He was worried about what she might say or do, but the logical part of his brain told him that if she planned to hurt him, she would have done it already. Keisha wasn’t the type to dilly dally.

“What are you doing here?” Oscar queried impatiently. There was no need for small talk, pretending to care was pointless.

“The Nemeton is spiralling, look at this,” Keisha held out her phone. Oscar was taken aback; the picture was like nothing he’d ever seen before. The Nemeton had bolts of electricity shooting violently from its branches, with clouds swirling above its peak that were practically black in colour.

“What the hell?” Oscar was horrified.

“Dylan and Jono,” Brett realised, “Dylan said the Nemeton was going to try to separate them. The longer they’re together, the worse this will get.”

“Then we need to separate them,” Keisha replied.

“You’ve got more chance of the sun exploding,” Oscar scoffed. It was obvious she hadn’t paid any attention to his stories about Dylan and Jono because that was the first thing anyone needed to know: there was no separating Dylan and Jono.

“That might actually happen,” Keisha warned, “And I’m not dying because some lovesick teenagers can’t bear to be apart.”

“I’m not surprised,” Oscar muttered. He’d seen Keisha’s reactions to him and Cody. It was as if she had no understanding of what love really meant.

“You don’t get it, kid. I’ve seen lives lost in this stupid town. The hunters wiped out most of our kind, and if you get distracted, you’ve sealed your fate. Boyfriends are distractions, and that’s exactly what you were to Cody,” Keisha justified.

“I can speak for myself,” the sound of Cody’s voice intruded into the conversation. Seconds later, Cody’s vibrant red locks came into view as he climbed into the treehouse. Oscar shuffled backwards; a protective reflex action as much as a conscious decision to make more space. Cody didn’t evoke the same warmth and comfort inside him that he used to – quite the opposite, in fact.

“Leave us alone,” Brett immediately intervened. Oscar appreciated how much they looked out for him. They made a great team.

“I’m not here to cause trouble,” Cody defended, “Quite the opposite. The Nemeton affects us all, and you need all the help you can get.”

“An alliance?” Oscar was shocked. That was everything Cody had previously fought so hard against.

“Two packs together. We can all survive, or we can all die,” Cody continued, “What do you say?”

Oscar was mind-blown. This was everything he’d wanted from Cody when they first met. No matter how he felt towards him, Oscar knew one thing: they needed all the help they could get.

It had been a long time since Josh last came face-to-face with Forsyth, but the years that had elapsed still weren’t enough. He wasn’t sure eternity would have been enough, in fact. Some people were just filled with hate, and nobody epitomised that more than Forsyth did. He wasn’t even armed – that Josh could see, anyway – but his mere presence was enough to stop him doing anything rash.

Despite that, Josh wasn’t worried about himself. He’d been backed into the living room with people who were more vulnerable than him, so Josh needed to be strong. He wasn’t going to allow anyone to get hurt.

“He forced me, I’m so sorry,” Yasmin continued to justify. She was inconsolable, weeping in the safety of Josh’s arms.

“It’s okay, you’re safe here,” Josh would mop up every one of her tears if he could. After all, he still cared for Yasmin, more deeply than he ever had for anyone else.

“I wouldn’t say safe,” Forsyth snarled, “But believe it or not, I don’t want to hurt any of you.”

“Then leave us alone,” Freddie yelled. He was stood firmly in front of Mark, George, and a younger boy Josh didn’t recognise. It wasn’t the time to ask questions, but he looked more petrified than anyone.

“You’re in no position to make demands, wolf,” Forsyth blasted, “Typical that both of my daughter’s ex-boyfriends are werewolves. Guess it wasn’t meant to be after all.”

“Freddie,” Mark whispered, “What does he mean by ‘werewolf’?” Josh watched as Freddie’s face shone an embarrassed red. Of course, Mark didn’t know his secret, but was there much choice other than to tell the truth now? Josh felt so sorry for him – this was the worst case scenario.

“Oh, daddy doesn’t know? I wonder how he feels about having a song who’s a werewolf,” Forsyth taunted. He truly had no shame. Josh’s anger was reaching boiling point. Containing himself was proving more and more difficult.

“Dad, I want to go home,” the little boy whispered nervously into Mark’s ear. Josh grew even more confused, but Freddie and George’s faces spoke volumes. Nobody was as uncomfortable as they were.

“Soon, Jonah, I promise,” Mark replied, before looking up to Forsyth, “Whatever you want, just take it. Leave us alone.”

“I plan to. All I need is a lift to the docks, and then I’ll be gone. For good,” Forsyth bargained.

“To kill werewolves all around the world,” Josh realised. This wasn’t the quick fix it was made out to be.

“That’s not for you to worry about,” Forsyth replied smugly. Josh met eyes with Freddie and Yasmin, who shared his look of helplessness. What were they supposed to do?

“Take him,” Dylan commanded from the doorway. Jono and Caroline were either side of him, and none of them looked worried.

“Really?” Josh was stunned. Were they really going through with it?

“Like he said, it won’t be our problem,” Dylan justified.

“You can use my car,” Caroline volunteered.

“See? It’s this easy,” Forsyth smarmed, brushing past the group on his way outside. The arrogance was unparalleled.

“Really, Dylan?” Josh reiterated with Forsyth out of the room.

“Trust me,” Dylan requested. Josh couldn’t argue with that – Dylan had never given him a reason to doubt him, “Come and see.”

Trepidatiously, Josh followed Dylan outside. The sight of Caroline chauffeuring Forsyth into the back seat of her car was uncomfortable, yet both Dylan and Jono seemed entirely at ease. What was the plan? He was desperate to know.

Caroline slammed the door shut and pressed the lock button on her keys. The engine switched on. David was trapped inside, but who was driving?

“Maria,” Josh realised, noticing Dylan’s untamed smile of success.

“The one person he didn’t know was here,” Jono revealed.

“Driving him straight to the sheriff station where Ed is waiting,” Dylan revealed, “We’ll follow behind to make sure there’s nothing to worry about.” Josh was mightily impressed; outthinking Forsyth was no easy task.

Pacing quickly up the driveway, Mia approached the house. Josh didn’t know she was coming, but it figured since George was taking such a big step with his dad, so they’d surely agreed to meet.

“Hey,” George smiled, “What are you doing here?”

“I’m sorry baby, but I’m not here to see you,” Mia dipped her hand into her back pocket. To Josh’s horror, she whipped out a gun, “Where’s Forsyth?”

“What?” George was just as baffled as the rest of them. What did she know about Forsyth? How did she know he was there? What was she trying to do?

“In the car,” Caroline answered, taking charge. She pointed as the car started to pull out of the driveway, “He’s going back to jail.”

“I don’t think so,” Mia scoffed before firing the gun at the car window. One shot was enough, shattering the back panel with ease. In no time at all, Forsyth clambered out, pushing the minute pieces of glass out of the way.

“Follow me,” Mia yelled. Forsyth took instruction, going after Mia in the direction of the forest. The pack stood still for a moment, shellshocked.

“What…what happened?” George was first to speak. Josh’s mind was spinning. He didn’t know what to say, and clearly, nor did Dylan. Whatever had happened had made the situation ten times worse. Suddenly, it felt like they had no way out.

11: Fatherhood Written by MarthaJonesFan

Freddie’s head was spinning. There was too much going on for his brain to process. He couldn’t sit still, his leg bouncing up and down subconsciously as he tried and failed to get everything correct in his mind.

The pack had never been stretched so thin, but somehow, they’d been pulled tighter and tighter apart in just fifteen minutes. Forsyth was always bound to show up, but just as they thought they’d tricked him, the curveball to end all curveballs shows up. How on earth was Mia wrapped up in any of this? Nothing made sense.

Above all, though, Freddie remained most bewildered by Jonah, the little boy who had arrived out of nowhere. The boy who had called Mark “dad.” The boy who was apparently his brother. It felt impossible – why did he not know this sooner? Either way, now both Mark and Jonah were caught up in the supernatural, and that was the last thing Freddie wanted.

“We need to follow them,” Josh insisted, “Or we’ll lose their scent.” The pack were more disorganised than ever while Caroline and Dylan helped Maria out of the car. Thankfully, she was unhurt, but visibly shaken up.

“We can’t just walk after them, she’s got a gun,” Yasmin reasoned.

“What do you suggest?” Josh questioned abruptly. Everyone was at odds.

“Stop,” Dylan yelled firmly, “We need to take a step back. We’re no good to anyone like this.” Freddie took a deep breath, enjoying the silence. He could finally think straight.

“What’s the plan?” Jono calmly asked.

“We find out where they’re going,” Dylan decided, “Then we can figure the rest out. Right now, we don’t know what we’re walking into.”

“We might have an idea,” Oscar called over, jogging up the driveway. Brett followed, alongside a couple of others. One of them was a new face to Freddie’s eyes, but he easily recognised the other. He’d only seen Cody from afar before, but his lengthy, shaggy red curls were very distinctive.

“What is he doing here?” Dylan immediately interrogated, stepping in front of Freddie as if to protect him and the pack.

“He wants to help,” Oscar insisted, “And we need it. The Nemeton is spiralling, Dylan, and we’re all in danger.”

“Um, okay,” Dylan pondered. Freddie could see the panic in Dylan’s eyes as he desperately dug for a solution.

“Go. We’ll be fine here,” Caroline urged, her arm lodged firmly around Maria.

“I’ll drive,” Mark offered.

“Dad, no,” Freddie immediately protested.

“Freddie, whatever’s going on, it affects my kids. I’ve let you down for far too long,” Mark defended, “I’ll let you explain everything to me later, once we’re all safe, okay?” Freddie felt conflicted. This was all he’d wanted for so long, but he didn’t want to put someone else in danger. Certainly not someone who still had no knowledge of what he was up against, “Jonah, go with Maria.” Freddie noted how Maria wasn’t referred to as “mom” – another question he had to ask.

“Take care, mom,” Dylan requested, “Put mountain ash across the door. Don’t take any chances.”

“Of course. Go kick their asses,” Caroline encouraged.

“Coming?” Freddie asked George. He looked spaced out, understandably so after the day he’d had.

“You bet,” George firmly nodded, “I’m ready for this bitch to get what’s coming to her.”

Surrounded by David’s pack, Lily felt nervous. It had been a rollercoaster of a morning, and still, Lily wasn’t sure what exactly was going on. Jeremy had proved that she hadn’t killed anyone, which was an overwhelming relief, but that didn’t change the situation at hand: people had still been killed, and David had blood on his hands, whether he carried out the murders or not.

“Why are you testing us?” Sammi was disgusted. David really did have no morals.

“To see how strong my opponents are,” David revealed, “To see how many people I need on my team. Do you like the new pack, by the way?”

Lily scanned the group that had circled around the crime scene. There were four, almost enough for two murders each. None of them seemed any older than Lily herself, and that broke her heart. More young people roped into the danger of the supernatural world, to further a plan they surely didn’t understand fully.

“Of course, I can always make room for family. Jono’s got his own alpha issues, I understand, so he might have to sit this one out, but the three of you would be most welcome. In fact, you’d practically be royalty,” David persuaded. Lily’s skin crawled at the mere thought. His ego hadn’t changed one bit.

“I’d rather kill myself,” Lily set the record straight.

“You are my beta, Lily. I turned you,” David continued to pitch.

“No, I’m Dylan’s beta. He’s more of an alpha than you’ll ever be,” Lily hit back, and she meant every word.

“A brazen choice when you consider track records. How many has Dylan killed?” David mocked.

“None, and that’s the point,” Sammi defended, “Because there’s always a better way. A way to survive, without killing.”

“Without locking your son up away from his mom and sister,” Jeremy added.

“A little gratitude wouldn’t go amiss. I taught you both everything you know,” David argued, refusing to concede.

“Except about family,” Jeremy continued, “And love. I figured those out for myself.”

“Love? What do you know about love?” David laughed. It was the rudest, most arrogant laugh Lily had ever heard, and not only did her heart break for Jeremy’s recently developed self-confidence, but she felt angry. He had no right to be so vile.

“Everything,” Jeremy hit back, with more fire in his belly than Lily had ever seen from him before, “Because Felix showed me how much I’m worth. He’s made me feel happier than I’ve ever felt before. I love him.”

“Him,” David pondered, “That’s a curveball.”

“And that’s why you have no respect from either of us,” Sammi took the baton from her twin, “Mom would be ashamed.”

WHAM! Lily jumped back, barely landing on her feet. A bolt of lightning narrowly missed her. Smoke simmered from the tree she had been stood next to from where the impact landed. She’d never seen anything like it before, and she was terrified.

“Sammi? Jeremy?” Lily called out, her vision obscured by the growing levels of smoke. She was desperate to find her cousins – none of them were safe yet. Lily could only hear two heartbeats, but that didn’t mean David wasn’t still in the vicinity.

“Here,” Sammi reached out, locking hands with Lily, “Come on, we need to get out of here.”

“Wait,” Lily looked upwards, noticing how dark the forest had become. Thick black clouds had coated the sky, and they were spreading out from the middle of the forest.

“The Nemeton,” Jeremy realised, “This way.” Lily nodded. Whether David was on their toes or not, there was something more going on, and she needed to keep her family safe.

No matter how comfortable Oscar seemed in his presence, Dylan couldn’t be so forgiving of Cody. This apparent alliance didn’t excuse everything he had put one of Dylan’s best friends through and, should they all make it out the other end, Dylan wasn’t going to hesitate to say it to Cody’s face.

Mark’s car could only carry so many people, so he had taken George, Yasmin and Brett, none of whom had werewolf speed on their side, as well as Freddie, who understandably wanted to stay close to George. That left the rest of the werewolves – Jono, Josh, Oscar, Cody, Keisha, and Dylan himself – to sprint to the general location of the Nemeton. Naturally, they beat the car there.

“I know what you’re thinking,” Oscar whispered in Dylan’s ear as he scanned the area, searching desperately for the concealed precise location of the Nemeton clearing, “This isn’t forgiveness or a promise. I’m not going back, Dylan. I’m with you forever, and I give you my word. No matter how hard Cody tries, he won’t tear me away from where I need to be again.”

“I hope that’s a promise,” Dylan replied, “Because we were worried, Oscar. I was worried. We didn’t know if you were safe, and that was because of him. He took you from us, and I don’t think I can ever get past that.”

“Would it shock you if I said I feel the same?” Oscar replied, keeping his cool in what must have been a difficult conversation for him, “I felt what I felt, but it wasn’t real. It was like being in the Big Brother house, you know?” Dylan chuckled, appreciating the reference, “Since coming back, I’ve realised what I want, even if I have to wait a little while to get it.”

“Oh my god, of course,” a lightbulb flicked on in Dylan’s head. It had been staring him in the face since their return, “Brett.”

“I know, the timing is terrible, but I feel differently with him. I feel calm, and comfortable,” Oscar explained.

“It’ll happen when the time is right,” Dylan assured, “You deserve happiness, Oscar.”

“You do too,” Oscar smiled, “I know you have Jono, but I mean beyond that. I don’t know where I’d be without you, Dylan. You’re the best alpha. Take that from someone who’s actually experienced more than one.”

Dylan couldn’t help himself smiling. He didn’t need an ego boost, but it was obvious that Oscar meant every word he said. Now, he had a reputation to live up to, and people to save. There was no time to waste.

It never failed to baffle Yasmin how her dad had insisted on making her life as difficult as he could. He dished out false claims about how much he loved her, but actions spoke louder than words, and actively trying to kill her friends spoke the loudest.

His offer of leaving for good almost sounded tempting, but Yasmin didn’t take after her father. She wasn’t prepared to let other people suffer just to get what she wanted. In fact, it was the last thing she’d allow to happen, which meant she had to ensure her father went back to the one place he belonged: his jail cell.

There was one part of the story that made no sense to Yasmin, no matter how she tried to rationalise it. What did Mia have to do with Forsyth? Yasmin had known her for a while, and she’d never been anything other than kind and understanding. What did she have to gain by liaising not just with a hunter, but also a criminal on the run?

The car journey into the forest had been an awkwardly quiet one. Brett was in the front seat of the car, while Freddie sat in the middle of the back, between George and Yasmin. Nobody had spoken to each other since they got into the car, other than Brett issuing directions to a confused Mark. It wasn’t a long drive, but the silence was making it drag.

“Can I ask,” Mark cut through the quiet, “What is a Nemtom, or whatever it’s called?”

“Nemeton,” Yasmin corrected, “Long story. It’s a tree, but not your normal tree.”

“Okay,” Mark replied hesitantly, “I’m now questioning everything I’ve ever known.”

“You and me both,” George spoke for the first time. Nobody knew what to say in response. Yasmin couldn’t understand what he was going through, he must have been questioning and overanalysing everything, but the atmosphere was getting more and more awkward.

“We’ll find her, George,” Freddie reassured.

“And then what? She lied to me. She kept me in the dark this whole time,” George ranted, “Not to mention how we’ve gained a brother out of thin air.” Once again, no replies. Yasmin felt out of place – it was a discussion that needed to happen between George, Freddie and their dad, nobody else.

“I was planning to tell you all about it,” Mark replied, not breaking his focus on the road, “It’s safe to say today hasn’t exactly gone to plan.”

“Nothing ever does in this family,” George sighed. Yasmin shot Brett a wide-eyed glare in the rear-view mirror, one they reciprocated. They felt the same as she did.

The car pulled up alongside the curb, in front of an opening into the forest not far from the Nemeton. Yasmin knew what to do, “We’ll get out and leave you guys to it, thanks for the ride.”

“Thanks,” Freddie whispered. Yasmin smiled – it was a no-brainer. The rest of them could tackle Forsyth and the Nemeton, but sometimes, family came first. Yasmin could apply that same logic – it was time to face her father.

It wasn’t often that Forsyth felt blindsided. With so many years of experience, he’d seen it all, and there wasn’t any eventuality that he wasn’t prepared for. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been truly surprised by something – perhaps by how deeply Yasmin had become involved in the supernatural? Even then, she’d always had too enquiring a mind for her own good.

This, though, was something different. He had a supporter on his side that he’d never heard of before, let alone met. It was certainly a surprise, but a welcome one – anything that out-sussed Drummond was totally worthwhile – but he didn’t even know her name.

“It’s Mia, by the way,” she introduced, as if she’d read his mind. She was leading the way towards a place Forsyth hadn’t seen in a long time, but he knew extremely well: the Nemeton. All sorts of extreme weather seemed to be occurring around them – thunder and lighting matched with dark clouds and an increasing amount of rainfall. Forsyth knew what was happening, and it made him somewhat excited.

“Who are you, Mia?” Forsyth interrogated.

“Your number one fan,” Mia smirked a sickly grin.

“Fan?” Forsyth was baffled. He was in unchartered territory with this girl, and he felt an unfamiliar but exciting sensation of discomfort.

“You’re the greatest hunter out there. We read all about your killings, there’s so much on the dark web,” Mia gleefully explained, “We followed in your path.”

“The murders,” Forsyth realised. The seven deaths that Yasmin had accused him of, each with a letter of his surname scratched into their mutilated corpses.

“We hijacked the prison’s security to get you out. We’ve got contacts everywhere,” Mia continued. Forsyth didn’t know how to feel, but it seemed like she was a truly ally after all, “We needed you out, so we can kill the rest. Rid Crystalshaw of them all.”

“I think that’s already doing it for us,” Forsyth pointed through the exact clearing they were looking for. The Nemeton, in all its glory, stood dominantly over every other tree in the vicinity, “Let’s help it along.”

Freddie desperately needed some fresh air. Mark’s car had become far too suffocating for three people who all needed to blow off steam. The atmosphere was unbearably tense, and Freddie needed to take a step back.

As gently as he could, Freddie closed the car door behind him. The forest air felt so fresh against his face, even if the rain was lashing down, already drenching him from head to toe. George joined him, followed by Mark, all three of them leading side-by-side against the car. It was a much more comfortable silence than before. Maybe, this time, they could manage a civilised chat?

“How old is Jonah?” Freddie wondered.

“Ten,” Mark answered, “I met Nadia, his mom, a year after I left here, and we were happy for a while. I didn’t expect to have any more kids, but when she told me she was pregnant, I felt overwhelmed. What if I screwed this up as well? I know I have form.”

“What happened?” George didn’t take the bait for an insult and instead queried calmly.

“She went into labour. I got the call and rushed from work to be by her side, but of course, I got stuck in traffic. When I arrived, the nurse told me I had a baby son, but there was bad news. Nadia had died while giving birth.” Freddie felt his stomach drop as a tear slid out of his eye, not that it was obvious amongst the ridiculously heavy rain, “Your mom’s death was a lot to handle when I heard the news, and it brought back a lot of emotions I’d already felt when I lost Nadia. I wanted to come back, but I wasn’t strong enough.”

“I’m sorry,” George admitted, “I…I didn’t know.”

“You have every right to be angry,” Mark continued, “I let you down. I’d love for you to forgive me, but I accept that it won’t be quick or easy. What I’d like more than anything, though, is for you both to get to know your brother. He’s a smart kid, nothing like me.”

“I’d like that,” Freddie nodded. No matter how he felt about his father, Jonah wasn’t to blame, and the idea of having another sibling excited Freddie. He wasn’t the baby any longer.

“Me too,” George concurred. Finally, they could all agree on something.

“Okay, my time to ask questions,” Mark turned to Freddie, “Werewolf? Was that some sort of joke?”

“I wish,” Freddie sighed, “I promise, it’s true, a few of us are werewolves.”

“I’d ask you to tell me the whole story, but I sense your friends might need you more right now,” Mark acknowledged, “You can tell me another time, I hope.”

Before Freddie could reply, his vision vanished. All he could see was the most blinding white light, and it had come from nowhere. He backed off, shielding his eyes, but his senses were all over the place.

“Freddie!” George called out desperately. Freddie blinked repeatedly, rubbing his eyes as the forest blurred back into view. Horrifyingly, George was crouching down next to Mark, who was laid still on the ground, scorch marks scattered across his skin. Lightning had struck him.

Rapidly, Freddie knelt by his side and held his hand. His eyes were opening every few seconds, but the rain tipping down directly onto his face made it hard for them to stay open long.

“Call an ambulance,” Freddie ordered.

“No,” Mark muttered, “There’s no need.”

“Dad,” Freddie couldn’t hold his tears back any longer. Droplets fell from his eyes, cascading down his cheeks before falling to the ground alongside the rain. The severity of the situation was sky high, and Freddie wasn’t ready to let go.

“I’m so proud of you both,” Mark croaked, his speech slowing, his eyes opening for shorter intervals at a time, “Thank you for hearing me out.”

“And we’ll be here to listen more,” George insisted, “I forgive you, dad.” His voice was shaky. It meant a lot to Freddie that George had put the past behind him. They both needed their dad to pull through; there was no other alternative.

“Look after Jonah for me. He’s going to need his big brothers,” Mark continued. He knew the end was coming. He was saying goodbye.

“Of course,” Freddie nodded, “I love you, dad.” He never expected to meet his father, let alone get so close to him in the end. He was grateful for every second they had together.

No reply came. The grip on Freddie’s hand loosened. Mark’s eyes hadn’t opened for a good minute. Desperately, Freddie checked for a pulse, but its absence only confirmed what he already knew deep down. Their dad had gone, and Freddie didn’t know what to do.

“Now he can make amends with mom,” George sobbed. Freddie hugged his brother as tight as he could. They still had each other, and they needed to be strong. Now, they had Jonah to look out for.

To Dylan’s relief, the Nemeton hadn’t made itself a challenge to find. After all, it couldn’t exactly hide when electrical lightning bolts were firing out in all directions from its branches. It had never behaved like that before – Deaton was right, it was finding its own way to right the wrongs of two alphas in the same pack. A problem that Dylan still didn’t have a solution for. To say he was nervous would have been an understatement.

There were more immediate problems to tackle, though, and Dylan was relieved to have the whole pack together again – all except Freddie and George, that was. Strength In numbers was key, but every pack member felt physically stronger when they were united. They needed the best possible defence when both Forsyth and David were on the loose.

“I see we’re all here,” the spine-tingling voice of David shot through Dylan’s body like an audible bullet. He breezed straight past the pack and approached the wide trunk ahead. Forsyth was already there; he looked like he’d been tinkering with the Nemeton somehow while Mia looked on longingly. Forsyth and David paused, staring each other in the eyes. Dylan was terrified – the two of them together could only be bad news.

“It’s been a long time, David,” Forsyth smirked, “I’m sorry, can’t stop to talk.”

“What’s the plan?” Jono whispered nervously in Dylan’s ear.

“I’m not sure,” Dylan replied honestly. Part of him was intrigued to see what would happen between the two, but it could prove deadly for everyone.

“You should be thanking me,” David smarmed, “I did you a favour. I cleansed Crystalshaw of a few useless mutts.”

“The hunter of his own kind, how counter-productive,” Forsyth mocked, “Though I assume, for the first time ever, that we have a common goal.”

“There’s a first time for everything,” David considered, “Two alphas in one pack. The Nemeton’s going to destroy them both.” Dylan’s stomach was performing somersaults as he listened in. As untrustworthy as they both were, both Forsyth and David knew considerably more about supernatural myths than Dylan did. He was inclined to believe them.

“And take a lot more with it at this rate,” Forsyth mentioned, “Unless we can find a way to control it. Focus it on Drummond.”

“No,” Jono called out. He had reached boiling point, and Dylan couldn’t blame him. Their lives were on the line.

“Stay there,” David ordered, “My pack are waiting. Just one word and they’ll attack.”

“Your pack don’t have a clue what they’re involved in,” Sammi yelled, the rain almost drowning her voice out.

“Done and dusted,” Keisha returned with Cody, side-by-side. Dylan hadn’t even noticed they were gone, but Keisha looked exceedingly confident, “Your pack are unconscious. It’s you and us.”

“Now is the time, David. Delay any longer and you risk losing,” Forsyth persuaded.

“Leave him, use me,” Mia begged.

“Mia, come here, we can save you,” Lily called out. Mia shook her head with a creepily proud grin on her face. She was proud to be with Forsyth.

“She played the long game,” Forsyth bragged, “Getting close to you to get close to me. I almost feel sorry for you all.”

“Use me,” Mia repeated, sounding like a possessed servant.

“I need a werewolf. A supernatural who already has a connection with the Nemeton,” Forsyth justified.

“Allow me,” David placed both of his hands onto the trunk and closed his eyes.

“No,” Jono yelled helplessly. None of them knew what was happening, but Dylan felt confident of one thing – it couldn’t have been good.

“Wait,” Dylan’s stomach sank. Forsyth was laughing. He looked far too assured and comfortable, as if he knew something the rest of them didn’t. Once again, he was a step ahead.

Suddenly, the ground began to shake. David’s hands began to sink into the Nemeton, as if he was dissolving through the wood. He howled in pain, the pitch hurting Dylan’s eardrums as the once omnipotent alpha fell victim to the supernatural force that usually protected them all. In a few seconds, David was gone, but Forsyth had become more powerful than ever. It wasn’t over yet.

“Now it has the blueprint,” Forsyth chuckled.

“For what?” Yasmin called over.

“For werewolves. The Nemeton cannot cope with two alphas in the same pack, and it’s going to deal with the situation by wiping out both Dylan and Jono. Except things have changed. Now it has a new model to build from. Thanks to David, it’s now going to target every single werewolf,” Forsyth couldn’t contain his glee. Mia laughed along, as if that was her ideal scenario from the start. It was beyond eerie.

“Dylan, this is happening because of us,” Jono mentioned, “Surely we can do something to stop it?” Dylan pondered. Jono had to be right. The Nemeton was reacting to them, so surely they could be the antidote too?

“Come on,” Dylan took Jono by the hand and led him to the foot of the tree. Forsyth didn’t move an inch, his typical arrogance allowing him to believe he’d won, “Touch the tree.” Dylan placed his spare hand on the tree while keeping the other firmly gripped in Jono’s palm. Jono followed his lead, completing the circuit. More bolts of electricity immediately fired out from the Nemeton’s branches, sending the supernatural beacon into overdrive, but that wasn’t enough. It had to be stopped, and it needed a bigger impact than that.

“Kiss me,” Jono commanded. Dylan knew they had nothing to lose, and everything was worth a try. Regardless, he never needed to be asked twice to place his lips where they felt most at home. They collided with Jono’s with the utmost urgency, and Dylan felt incredible. It felt even more electric and powerful than it usually did. Around him, Dylan noticed the rain begin to clear. The clouds faded, and the Nemeton calmed as if the fuse had blown.

“No,” Forsyth yelled. Almost on cue, blue lights flickered into view around the clearing. Ed had finally caught up to them, and Forsyth’s fate was sealed.

“Let’s make this easy,” Josh took pride in jogging over to grab Forsyth by the arm and escort him out. Mia, on the other hand, made a desperate run for it.

“Don’t let her go,” Lily warned.

“This is for Johnny,” Brett affirmed, sprinting after her with their fit basketball-player legs easily making up the head start. They grabbed Mia’s wrist just before she could slip out of the clearing, “You killed my boyfriend.”

“He deserved it,” Mia grunted.

“And you deserve this,” George angrily hit out, leading Ed inside with Freddie trailing behind. Dylan could feel the tension radiating from both brothers – had something else happened? Either way, for now, it appeared everyone was safe. Together, they had succeeded. Together, they could do anything, and Jono’s cute smile only confirmed that.

It was difficult not to feel some sort of relief after the day they’d had, but Jono couldn’t completely switch off that evening. It almost felt too easy – the Nemeton wasn’t going to suddenly forget about the rules of the supernatural, so what was going to happen if, or when, it repaired itself?

Nevertheless, Jono couldn’t deny how great it felt to be relaxing in bed next to Dylan, having made it through one of their toughest days ever. David was gone, for good this time, and both Forsyth and Mia were sealed in custody where they couldn’t harm anyone else, but it wasn’t without a cost. Freddie and George were broken by the loss of Mark, and little Jonah hadn’t stopped crying. Beyond that, though, it had sent a shockwave through the entire pack – a necessary reminder of how dangerous the world they lived in could be.

“Welcome to the rest of our lives,” Dylan snuggled up to him. As always, Dylan was the more optimistic one, and Jono desperately wished he could join him on cloud nine.

“Until the Nemeton wakes back up,” Jono reminded regretfully.

“We don’t know that it will,” Dylan kept his positive outlook, “Let’s just take the win for now.”

“But I don’t just want the win,” Jono considered, “I want you, forever, without having to worry.”

“Okay, let’s put your mind at ease. Screw this weekend. Let’s get married tomorrow. Invite everyone. There must be a registrar around who’s available at short notice,” Dylan offered. Jono couldn’t lie – that was music to his ears. He couldn’t wait any longer to call Dylan his husband.

“I’m in,” Jono smiled, “We’ll talk plans in two. I need to chat to Freddie first, see if he’s still up to it.”

“Tell him there’s no pressure, though we’d love him there,” Dylan agreed. Jono slid himself out of the comfort of the bed and stood up. Immediately, he almost collapsed back down, startled by a lightning bolt outside.

“It’s just a storm,” Dylan reassured with a polite chuckle.

“It’s meant to be a clear night,” Jono replied, his stomach sinking. Dylan’s face dropped; the smile wiped cleanly off as reality hit them both.

They weren’t out of the woods yet, and the Nemeton hadn’t finished with them.

12: Always and Forever Written by MarthaJonesFan

Adjusting his tie, Dylan felt slightly uncomfortable. He wasn’t used to wearing suits, and he could count on one hand the number of times he’d worn one in his life. In recent years, it was only his mum’s wedding to Ed, and before that, his dad’s funeral. Thankfully, the need to wear a suit didn’t crop up often.

This was a different type of occasion, though. This time, Dylan was at the centre of attention, and usually, that would be his worst nightmare. Big crowds and large social gatherings weren’t his forte, but this was an exception. Everyone in attendance was one of his friends or part of his family, and that was a comforting thought.

“You know it might be easier if you tie the mop up,” Josh teased, brushing Dylan’s lengthy locks out of the way to check his tie.

“No chance,” Dylan laughed. He hated tying his hair up, and there was no way he’d be doing it on his big day, “Jono isn’t either. We want to actually look good.”

“If you say so,” Josh chuckled, “You look awesome, dude.”

“Thanks,” Dylan blushed. How he looked wasn’t important, but compliments always went down a treat.

“Ready?” Caroline poked her head around the living room door. He’d been allocated the front room to get ready in by Yasmin who, as maid of honour, had also become the emergency wedding planner. Keen to keep them apart until the ceremony, she’d given Jono the downstairs bedroom, while everyone else waited outside by the lakehouse dock where the wedding was going to take place. Perhaps it wasn’t the most exciting location, but Dylan didn’t care – the view was spectacular and as long as he ended up with a ring on his finger, he couldn’t complain.

“Very,” Dylan confidently replied.

“I’ll see you up there,” Josh slid out of the room to take his place up front, swapping places with Maria who joined them through what felt like a revolving door of guests.

“How’s my gorgeous werewolf nephew doing?” Maria embarrassingly greeted. Caroline had explained the truth to her the night before, after the Forsyth run-in, and it had become a strange novelty for her.

“Thank god everyone here already knows that secret,” Dylan raised an eyebrow, though he was entirely playful. He knew Maria didn’t mean any harm.

“I know, I know, hush hush. You won’t have me to worry about after tomorrow anyway,” Maria continued. She’d already booked flights to return home – wasting no time.

“You can stay as long as you want, I told you,” Caroline insisted.

“No, no, I really must get back. There’s a lot of stuff to organise for the funeral and I don’t want to put it off,” Maria’s smile faded. She was putting on a brave face after everything that had happened with Mark, and Dylan appreciated her presence, “I’ll leave you both to it, good luck Dylan.”

Alone at last, Caroline beamed with pride as she saw Dylan dressed up for the first time. It meant everything for him to have his mum by his side.

“Do you remember what you said to me before you walked me down the aisle?” Caroline questioned, holding her arm out for Dylan to link with, “You told me how proud your dad would have been.”

“I remember,” Dylan replied, smiling.

“Well, he should have been the one giving you away today. He’d have loved nothing more. I know he’s here, in some capacity,” Caroline reminded, “And he would be so proud of you, just like I am, and just like your little brother or sister will be.” Dylan nodded, choosing not to reply verbally to stop himself crying. His dad was there in spirit, and Dylan knew he was always his biggest champion.

“Okay then, let’s do this,” Dylan took a deep breath, bracing himself. His big moment had arrived, and it was important that he made the most of it…while he could.

Jono had dreamed of the day he’d get married ever since he was a little boy. Even before he figured out his sexuality, a big wedding was something he had foreseen in his future. At the time, a wife and kids seemed like his endgame, and though the details had somewhat changed, Jono still knew what he wanted for himself.

Now, a future with Dylan was all Jono had envisaged for three years. He hadn’t considered an alternative, even when he thought Dylan was dead. He’d never forget how broken he felt during those months, and Jono knew he would do everything he could to prevent feeling like that ever again.

Therefore, for one day, Jono was ignoring reality. He knew how the day needed to end, for the pack’s sake as much as their own, but for a few hours, Jono was pretending that the future he desperately wanted was still on the cards.

“I think everyone’s ready,” Lily fed back, poking her head around the door. She and Freddie had been helping him get ready but being apart from Dylan was killing Jono. He wanted to spend as much time with him as he possibly could.

“I’m not sure I am,” Jono panicked.

“What? You’ve been ready for this day since you first met Dylan,” Lily sat next to him on the guest room bed.

“I’ve not listened to your sickly-sweet flirting for years for no reason,” Freddie added. He had put a brave face on for the day, even though Jono knew he was hurting deep down. He appreciated both their efforts to support him more than anything.

“No, I don’t mean that. I mean, the sooner today starts, the sooner it has to end, and I don’t want it to end,” Jono stressed. No matter how hard he tried to block out the inevitable, reality remained a dark cloud looming depressingly over him.

“You can’t worry over what you can’t control,” Lily advised, “We all know what’s coming, and it can’t be avoided, but when you look back, how do you want to remember your wedding day?”

“Perfection,” Jono replied without hesitation.

“That’s the part you can control,” Lily continued.

“I don’t deserve a sister like you,” Jono smiled, holding tears back, “Especially after hurting you so badly.”

“You couldn’t help it,” Lily acknowledged, “We’re both getting used to changes, right? We’re in the same boat, so it’s forgotten. You’re my baby brother, Jono, and I love you no matter what.” Despite his best efforts, Jono couldn’t hold the tears back any longer. He knew the day ahead was going to be a whirlwind of emotions, but he wasn’t prepared for it to begin so soon.

“Okay, let’s get you married,” Lily motivated. Wiping his tears, Jono psyched himself up. Lily was right; he’d waited so long for this day, and he wasn’t going to let anything ruin it.

The music began. The patio doors were pushed wide open. Directly in front of Dylan was the registrar – an old friend of Ed’s who’d had a cancellation for that day – and all he had to do was walk down the aisle. It was a huge moment, and Dylan could hardly believe it had finally arrived.

Among the joy, Dylan knew the inevitability of what was coming that evening, but there was always a solution out there. There had to be one. His future wasn’t sealed yet. There was always another way.

One step at a time, Caroline and Dylan made their way along the patio, passing the heart-eyed audience, one row of foldable chairs at a time. Dylan was impressed at how packed it was considering the short notice. Of course, the whole pack were present, including George, Alex, and Felix. Both Dylan and Jono’s families were in attendance, and Jono’s parents even looked proud for the first time. Mrs. Johnson had made it too and, much to Dylan’s delight, smiling at him from the front row was Drew. He hadn’t seen his former mentor in a while, but it meant the world that he was there for his big day.

As he arrived at the altar, Dylan turned to face the direction he came from. Caroline took her seat on the front row, while Josh stood proudly next to Dylan as they eagerly anticipated the final part of the jigsaw. Sure enough, immediately after Dylan’s arrival, Jono and Lily began to walk up the aisle, getting the same proud smiles from the attendees.

Dylan couldn’t take his eyes off his fiancée. He looked stunning in every single way. His hair was its usual untamed mop of cascading curls that perched just below his shoulders, much to Dylan’s joy. He wore a grey suit with a pink tie, and Dylan wanted to pinch himself. How had he landed someone so completely and effortlessly beautiful?

“You look incredible,” Jono commented as he reached Dylan’s side, Freddie taking his place next to him. Dylan blushed – he wore a similar grey suit but completed with a red tie instead. If he pulled it off even half as well as Jono, he’d have been happy.

“So do you,” Dylan repaid the compliment. He linked his right hand with Jono’s left and faced the registrar.

“We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of Dylan Drummond and Jonathan Chadwick,” the registrar opened. Dylan gleefully smiled at Jono – he could hardly believe what was happening. He was just moments away from having a husband, and nothing could ever take that moment away from him.

To Jono’s delight, the ceremony was running perfectly to plan. Nobody had objected when given the chance – not that Jono had expected anyone to, given the tight-knit nature of the attendees, but the paranoia was still there – and, for a change, everything felt so delightfully human.

Now, it was time for the part of the ceremony that Jono had felt most nervous about: the vows. He had tried to hard to express everything he felt about Dylan in his vows, but whether he’d been able to do him justice or not, Jono wasn’t sure. The last thing he wanted was to be a disappointment, particularly on such a big day.

On cue, Jonah walked up with the box of rings. Jono wanted him to feel included in the day, as he’d been so keen to attend after the most horrific of days the day before, so he had the most important job of all. Jono took the box and prepared himself.

“Dylan,” Jono began, taking a deep breath to compose himself, glancing down at the rough thoughts he’d scribbled onto a crumpled sheet of paper the night before, “It’s funny to think all of this started in detention. Honestly, it shouldn’t have even taken that long because I knew you were something special the first time you walked into class. Your shy awkwardness was endearing from the start, but since then, your kindness and sincerity have taught me so much. I can’t imagine where I’d be without you, and I wouldn’t want to imagine it either. I promise to be there for you and love you in the way you deserve, like my own Prince Charming.”

Looking up from his notes, Jono met eyes with a teary Dylan. What the registrar was saying was going in one ear and out the other, because all Jono could do was gaze at the beaming smile on his lover’s face. That was the effect he wanted. He’d done Dylan justice. Completing his part of the vows, Jono slid one of the rings on Dylan’s finger, sealing the deal.

“Um, I’m sorry,” Dylan began, wiping the tears as his turn to speak arrived, “I didn’t know how to start this. I didn’t write anything, so I figured we should go back to the start. When we met, Jono, I was the most awkward person ever. I’m not too different now, but it was another level back then.” Jono chuckled – Dylan’s awkwardness was the most endearing thing ever, “I sometimes wonder – what if you’d never spoken to me that afternoon? Would I ever have plucked up the courage to speak to you myself? Then I realise that it doesn’t matter, because that’s not what happened. My life changed that day, in so many ways, but none more significant than getting to know you. You are my rock, my confidante, the reason I do what I do every day, and I promise to keep fighting for us, because there is always a way.”

Despite his best attempts to hold it together, Jono couldn’t help succumbing to the tears, and he knew there was little chance of them stopping before the end of the day. He held out his hand for Dylan to slide the perfectly sized ring onto his finger, and with that, it was as good as official.

“Dylan and Jonathan, you have both made a solemn and binding contract with each other in the presence of your witnesses, guests and the registrar of the marriage,” the registrar completed, “It therefore gives me great pleasure to pronounce you husbands. You may now kiss.”

Jono didn’t need to be asked twice. Eagerly, he placed his lips where they felt most comfortable, and it had never felt better. Finally, they both had the thing they wanted the most: each other, forever, no matter what the rest of the day held for them.

Collapsing back onto the sofa with a newly refilled glass of wine in his hand, Oscar felt calmer than he had in a long time. He knew it still wasn’t a normal day by any means, but for the first time in so long, he was surrounded by his friends, and everyone was having a good time. He couldn’t remember the last time he saw so many smiles on his friends’ faces.

The party had started very quickly after the ceremony, with food and drink laid out on the kitchen surfaces and Jono’s specially crated playlist setting the jovial tone for the keenest, who found themselves on the dancefloor already. Oscar wasn’t quite at that stage, but he knew he’d be there after a couple of drinks.

“Did it feel weird?” Brett questioned. Naturally, they were sat side-by-side; they’d barely spent any time apart since reuniting, “You know, seeing Jono get married. I know you two had a thing when we thought Dylan was dead.”

“Oh, that’s water under the bridge,” Oscar replied truthfully. He’d long given up on any hope that he might have stood a chance with Jono – his bond with Dylan was far too strong, and Oscar could only respect that, particularly with how much admiration he had for Dylan himself, “I’ve got my eyes set elsewhere.”

“A new boy on the scene?” Brett enquired playfully. Oscar was pleased to see them smiling so much. He was trying to send hints in their direction – what better moment was there?

“Well, not so much a boy,” Oscar continued to dance around what he was trying to say.

“A girl? This is unexpected,” Brett looked intrigued.

“No,” Oscar sighed, unsure of what to say next to make his feelings clearer.

“I’m messing,” Brett chuckled, placing their hand on Oscar’s cheek, “I never thought I’d be able to move on from Johnny, but you showed me there’s still a future out there. I want to spend it with you, Oscar, but maybe we can take things slowly? If that’s okay.” Oscar’s heart fluttered. That was exactly what he’d desperately wanted to hear for so long. Brett meant everything to him, and Oscar had never felt so elated.

“Yes,” Oscar simply confirmed.

“You going to kiss me then?” Brett playfully grinned.

“You don’t need to ask me twice,” Oscar smirked before letting his lips lead the way to Brett’s. His lips on theirs felt so comfortable and natural, like a lock and key that were designed for each other.

A few moments passed before their lips broke apart, the pair sharing the happiest smile Oscar had seen in a long time. It didn’t last long, though. In the corner of his eye, poking his head around the door, stood Cody. The uninvited guest.

“I’ll be back in a second,” Oscar stood up, regretfully leaving Brett by themselves. As much as he wanted to move on from him, Oscar at least owed Cody a conversation. His help at the Nemeton was invaluable and gave them the upper hand against Forsyth. Ultimately, he saved their lives, regardless of motive. Before approaching, Oscar checked the coast was clear; he still wasn’t sure Dylan would want him there at such a personal occasion.

“I’m sorry, I needed to see you,” Cody immediately apologised. Already, that was out of character for him. Admitting he was wrong was something Oscar had never heard Cody do before.

“I’m not sure how welcome you are,” Oscar replied honestly, “What’s so urgent?”

“I’m going away for a bit. Not forever, but I need to sort myself out. I’ve left Keisha in charge of the pack and I’m going on my own, I just wanted to say goodbye. Regardless of everything, you made the past year so special for me, and I wanted to thank you,” Cody explained.

“Sure,” Oscar smiled politely, unsure of what to say, “Take care of yourself.”

“Maybe, when I get back, we could talk?” Cody queried.

“Um, I’m…” Oscar knew what he was getting at, and he needed to let him down gently.

“I know, you and Brett, I saw you kissing,” Cody interrupted, “I mean, as friends, because this is down to you, Oscar. You changed me. I’ve got a long way to go, but this is thanks to you. I’d be a fool to let you go forever.”

“You came to help. You made the right decision. I believe in you, Cody,” Oscar encouraged. Was he a pushover? Maybe, but Cody deserved some kind words, and nobody was beyond redemption, “Call me when you’re back. Look after yourself.” Oscar hugged his former flame, even surprising himself by how comfortable he felt. One favour really had made the world of difference.

Taking a deep breath and a moment’s peace for the first time that day, Yasmin couldn’t help feeling proud of herself. The day had gone to plan, and that was the biggest relief of all. Dylan and Jono deserved the best day possible, and she’d never have forgiven herself if it was anything short of magical.

Now, with the party in full swing, her job was done. The ceremony ran like clockwork, and everyone had been in the right place at the right time, which was all Yasmin needed to ensure happened. Her reward was a large glass of wine, one she’d been eagerly anticipating all day. Nobody seemed to mind that most of the crowd were underage – it was the last of anyone’s concerns that day anyway.

“Woah, save some for later,” Josh remarked, taking a break from dancing as he spotted Yasmin glugging a mouthful. He’d been at the centre of the dancefloor for most of the afternoon without a care in the world, and Yasmin loved seeing him so comfortable again.

“It’s not often we have something to celebrate,” Yasmin justified, “And we have a lot to celebrate.”

“True,” Josh nodded, conceding, “How are you feeling?”

“Like it’s only a matter of time until my dad gets out again,” Yasmin replied, “You saw what Mia told Ed. There are people out there who follow him like a weird sort of fan club. How long until the next one rears their head?”

“We’re prepared for anything, remember?” Josh assured, “If we can get past yesterday, we can handle whatever comes our way.”

“I guess. At least David’s gone, right?” Yasmin found a positive.

“It’s a relief for sure,” Josh replied, “Part of me thinks that nobody deserves an ending like that. The other part hopes it was as painful as possible.”

“He can’t hurt you again,” Yasmin smiled, bringing Josh the same good news he tried to bring her.

“I know, but the damage was done years ago,” Josh sighed, “He ruined everything. Seeing him again has made me realise that a fresh start might be what I need.”

“Wait, fresh start? What do you mean?” Yasmin was worried. Josh’s last idea of a fresh start involved running away and ignoring them.

“No, it’s okay. There’s a job in New York, an apprenticeship. It’ll get me a qualification in engineering and a job at the end of it. We both know the college life was never for me,” Josh revealed.

“Josh, wow,” Yasmin was in awe. It was a big step, but she was proud of him, “That’s amazing. Have you told Dylan?”

“Now’s not the time. I think I might need to leave it for a bit,” Josh replied sensibly.

“I was going to say,” Yasmin concurred, “He’s going to need you, and all of us.” Yasmin was worried about the coming days – they were heading into unchartered territory.

The moment Dylan was most excited for had arrived. Though parties weren’t usually his scene, he’d been on the dancefloor with Jono for most of the afternoon, not wanting to leave the side of his bran new husband, but now, this was their time. It was the first official dance, and the song had been specially hand-picked by the two of them.

As Dylan heard the opening guitar strum of “Enchanted” by Taylor Swift, he placed his arms around Jono’s shoulders, while Jono clasped his hands together behind Dylan’s waist. It was the most beautifully intimate moment Dylan had ever shared, and he already wanted it to last forever.

For now, Dylan had to make every minute count. “Enchanted” allowed them six minutes to live in each other’s company before any hint of reality needed to be considered, so Dylan made himself comfortable. He gazed lovingly into Jono’s eyes, immediately noticing Jono was already doing the same to him. Their heads were already only a few centimetres away from each other, but Jono moved closer, touching his forehead against Dylan’s. It was the safest Dylan had ever felt, and he could have stayed in that position for the rest of his life.

All I can say is I was enchanted to meet you,” the song continued into the first chorus. Taylor Swift explained Dylan’s emotions far more eloquently than he ever could, and that was why this song was so perfect. It detailed how it felt to be in love – the sleepless nights and the paranoia wondering whether they loved you back or not, a single moment possibly altering the course of your whole life. That was how Dylan felt about Jono from the moment they met, and in what felt like no time at all, they were finally married. There was no greater way of proving your love than that.

A couple of cameras flashed, capturing the moment so Dylan could relive it over and over. He’d almost forgotten anyone else was in the room; nobody was talking, so Dylan assumed they were being watched intently. After all, every single person in that room had played a part in their journey, helping to get them even just one step closer to where they needed to be. Dylan was nothing without his friends.

As the song drew to a close, Dylan tried his best to black out any thoughts of the future. The night was young, but he could already hear the rain getting heavier outside. The Nemeton was resetting, and there was no solution in sight.

“I love you, Dylan Chadwick-Drummond,” Jono smiled. That was the first time anyone had called him by his new name, and it sounded amazing.

“I love you too, Jonathan Chadwick-Drummond,” Dylan returned the favour, kissing as the song fell silent. No matter what was still to come, Dylan was confident of one thing – he would cherish those six minutes for the rest of his life.

Letting his hair down at a party wasn’t something that came naturally to Jeremy. Parties in general were still something he hadn’t quite wrapped his head around, in fact. So many people in one room, socialising and letting loose in the safety of each other’s company, was a bit overwhelming. He wasn’t used to it.

Therefore, Jeremy had kept himself close to Sammi and Felix for much of the day. He’d always had at least one of them by his side, and obviously, he didn’t need to explain his anxiety to either of them – they both already knew and understood, as did most of the pack, but not to the extent of his twin sister and boyfriend.

“Hey, maybe this will be us one day?” Felix fantasised with the cutest smile on his face.

“Yeah?” Jeremy was excited at the mere thought, “I never thought I’d get the chance to have a wedding.”

“Then we have to make it extra special,” Felix continued, obviously mentally planning all the details before an actual proposal has happened.

“Oh, I’ve got everything decided already for my wedding,” Sammi chimed in, “I want the whole thing. A massive church, reception in a country house, hundreds of guests, everything.”

“And what does Freddie want?” Jeremy chuckled, knowing none of that would have been on her future groom’s wish list.

“It’s Freddie, he’ll go with the flow, which means I’ll be getting my way,” Sammi proudly bragged.

“Who’s gonna break it to Freddie?” Felix laughed.

“Hey,” a tall lad approached the table and sat down. He seemed slightly intimidating, though he must have been around their age. Jeremy didn’t recognise him, but based on the limited guest list, it was fair to assume.

“Hey Drew,” Sammi smiled, confirming Jeremy’s suspicions. He’d heard a lot about Drew, but their paths had never crossed before.

“I just wanted to say,” Drew began, directing his gaze entirely at Sammi, “That I’m sorry about your dad. No matter what he did, he still raised you. It can’t be easy.”

“Thanks,” Sammi replied, glancing over to Jeremy to include him in the chat, “Though I don’t think either of us are shedding any tears. The man who was our dad died a long time ago, we’ve done our grieving.”

“You must be Jeremy, nice to meet you,” Drew offered a firm handshake and a friendly smile, “And, err, your friend.”

“That’s Felix, he’s our friend,” Sammi jumped in, saving Jeremy having to swerve the truth again. This time, though, he wasn’t sure he wanted to.

“My boyfriend,” Jeremy found himself saying. Though he was still trying to figure himself out, there was one thing he was certain of – he loved Felix, and after making that crystal clear to his dad, there didn’t seem to be any further obstacles in the way.

“Awesome,” Drew nodded, “I think Yasmin might have had a few too many, so I’m going to confiscate that drink in her hand, but it was nice meeting you guys.”

“See ya,” Jeremy smiled, placing his hand comfortably on Felix’s knee. Felix was beaming proudly at Jeremy, and he felt an immense wave of relief wash over him. Finally, he was out of his father’s shadow, and the future had never felt so bright.

With Jonah fast asleep on his knee, Freddie’s eyes were barely open themselves. It had been an incredible day, but a very long one, and with emotions at boiling point from the start, Freddie felt both mentally and physically exhausted in ways he didn’t know was possible.

After all, it had been a whirlwind twenty-four hours. Finding out about his younger brother before his dad died was not something Freddie had been able to process, but he knew one thing: his heart ached. Though he barely knew his dad, Mark’s absence was already so noticeable. At least, before they’d met, he didn’t know what he’d lost, not that he’d swap that time for anything.

“Wow, how is he sleeping with this much noise?” Lily chuckled, resting next to Freddie on the couch.

“He’s had a long day,” Freddie explained, “George said they could stay at home if he wanted, but he was desperate to come. I think he’s trying to find a way to fit in here.”

“Have you figured out where he’s going to live?” Lily queried.

“George is on the phone to his mom’s parents now, he was staying with them for a little bit when my dad first came here, but they live in Pennsylvania,” Freddie sighed, “Dad wanted him to get to know us, and he can’t do that from the other side of the country. I don’t want us to miss out on any more years with him.”

“He’s got Maria too, right?” Lily considered.

“She’s going home in the morning. She’s not known Jonah for long, I suppose that’s his home as well but he’d be better with family,” Freddie pondered.

“Well, there’s a spare bedroom here. It’s Jonah’s, whether it’s permanent or just for visits. He’s always welcome,” Lily offered.

“Are you sure? You’ve got enough going on yourself without a kid running around,” Freddie was touched. He didn’t even have to ask.

“Of course. We’re all family, right? Besides, I’m getting the hang of this werewolf thing now,” Lily proudly smiled, and Freddie couldn’t help joining her. Despite everything, there was still some positivity to find, and that was the one thing keeping Freddie going.

“Guys,” George rushed over as if he’d just seen Beyoncé pulling up outside, “They agreed. Jonah can stay with us.”

Freddie felt like he’d just won the lottery. He wasn’t ready to lose another part of his family, and the idea of a little brother had always been something he fancied, if it were possible. Now, it was reality, and Freddie had never felt prouder. The Rubens had each other.

“I’ll go get his room set up,” Lily grinned, winking at Freddie. Between them, he was certain of one thing – they’d take the best possible care of Jonah, because it was the least he deserved.

Landing back on the floor with a considerable thud, Jono was panting like never before. Dylan as just as breathless beside him as they both faced the treehouse ceiling, conversation waiting patiently for them both to catch their breath back.

With time their enemy, Jono had led Dylan away from the party early without telling anyone. All he wanted to do was enjoy his final night with Dylan to the fullest, and naturally, one thing had been missing. At least he knew the family house was empty – nobody could have seen them.

The looming reality was starting to hit Jono, and he felt scared. The future they were facing was cruel, because the Nemeton needed them separated. Two alphas in one pack was wrong, and thanks to Forsyth’s meddling, every werewolf’s life was at stake. The Nemeton had the blueprint, and it would kill every werewolf to neutralise the problem. No matter how desperate Jono was for a solution, one didn’t seem to be out there. This time, they had lost.

At least, together, they’d made one final day of memories to keep forever. He’d married the man of his dreams, and nobody could ever take that away from him. Perhaps, one day, they’d find a way to come back to each other, but Jono couldn’t bank on that, and it wouldn’t have been fair for either of them to live a life based on a chance that, as far as they knew, may not have existed.

“I don’t think I can do it,” Dylan broke the silence, both their heart rates slowing down to a normal rhythm, “Move on. Start afresh. I wouldn’t even know where to start. I thought I’d never need to go back to square one again.”

“There’s no race,” Jono calmed him, knowing exactly how to put Dylan’s mind at ease, “If you find someone, then go for it. The awkward first few dates are easier if you really like them, right?” It felt so alien to be discussing moving on from each other. It felt wrong.

“You made it easy,” Dylan had already started to cry. He was the more sensitive one, but Jono knew he’d be joining him before long.

“And you’ll be able to tell me all about it in your postcards,” Jono turned it into a positive. Already, they had fine-tuned the arrangement – moving on wouldn’t have been possible if they were able to message and videocall each other every day, so they had agreed to make a clean break and communicate through postcards only, one every three months so they could stay up to date on what each other was up to. It was the fairest compromise they could both think of – moving on, but not cutting each other off. It softened the blow, just a little.

“Did George get back to you on the flat?” Dylan queried, changing the topic slightly.

“Yeah, it’s all good,” Jono replied, “And Lily helped me sort the flight. Just need to pack.”

“You’re going to love it in London,” Dylan smiled, trying to hype him up, “So many people, so much to do and see.”

“Without anyone I know,” Jono sighed, “Staying with an old college friend of George’s doesn’t really count.”

“And you’re the most loveable person around. You’ll fit right in and make new friends,” Dylan assured. Jono’s heart was fluttering and breaking at the same tie. He wanted to stop the clock forever.

“Yeah, I’ll be okay,” Jono tried to convince both Dylan, and himself, “Will you?”

“I’ll try to be,” Dylan struggled to speak from behind the tears, “I’ve got the pack. I know they won’t leave me alone for ages.”

“And you’ll have a little sibling to distract you soon,” Jono reminded, mentioning another positive, “Make sure you tell them about Uncle Jono.”

“Brother-in-law more like,” Dylan corrected, “Though even before the rings on our fingers, you were our family, Jon. You always will be.”

“Same to you, Dyl,” Jono assured, “As much as my family leaves a lot to be desired sometimes.” Dylan chuckled as he wiped more tears from his eyes, and then one that was sprinting down Jono’s cheek, “I tell you this all the time, but please, never forget how proud I am of you. You’ve grown so much since we first met, and I truly mean it when I say you’re the most honest, authentic, empathetic person I know. I’m so happy that I got to spend a few years of my life with you.” Every word Jono spoke became tougher because he knew the end was near. Every word meant something.

“That was down to you. You showed me how to be myself,” Dylan replied, “Remember that night, by the bunker, when you found out I was a werewolf? It was raising so hard, like now, I guess. I thought I was losing you that night, and we’d barely started dating. I was the biggest wreck, but you stood by my side. You committed to me, and because of you, I’ve had the best three years ever. I’d relive it all if I could, a thousand times over.” Dylan snuggled up to Jono, wrapping his legs over Jono’s and securing their hands together. Their faces were intimately close again, and Jono adored how it felt. He couldn’t possibly take it for granted, “I love you, Jono, always and forever.”

“I love you too, Dylan,” Jono nodded, his tears unavoidable, “Always and forever.”

Together, they cosied up, gazing through the treehouse window as the moon reared its head to signal the night’s arrival. No more needed to be said – Jono was enjoying his lover’s company for the last time, and nothing could spoil that moment.

At least, not until his alarm at four o’clock the next morning.

Immediately blinded by the sunlight beaming right onto his eyes, Dylan woke up in a much less gentle way than usual. That was the one downside to sleeping in the treehouse – no curtains. That said, the smell of fresh air instantly gracing his lungs as he woke up was a treat, and it was an unbeatable way to start the day.

Looking up, Dylan jumped back, startled. Lily was sat against the opposite wall, waiting patiently for him with the most solemn look on his face. That’s when it hit Dylan. He’d woken up alone. It had happened.

“Hey,” Dylan composed himself. He was holding it together, but for how long that would last, he didn’t know.

“He asked me to check up on you this morning,” Lily explained, “He’s on the flight now. He made it in time.”

“Good,” Dylan nodded, knowing he felt anything but.

“And he left this for you. He said he’s got the picture on his phone, so he doesn’t need it,” Lily handed him a photo frame. Dylan lost control as soon as he saw the picture, tears racing down his cheeks. It was a picture of them both, from just a few weeks after they started dating. Dylan remembered it happening, and it was one of his favourite photos of them both. It meant everything.

“Thanks,” Dylan wept, unsure of what else to say.

“You’re still family, Dylan. Quite literally, now,” Lily reminded, “Just remember, you don’t have to pretend around me, or any of us. We’re here for you.”

“Yeah,” Dylan acknowledged as the avalanche of tears continued, “But I want him too.” Immediately, Lily wrapped him tightly in her arms. It was the first day of the rest of his life, and he couldn’t have wanted it less. Moving forward was going to be impossible. He had to find a solution – there had to be one out there, right?

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