The Dead pool was over, everyone was safe, well as safe as one can be when their brother and adoptive brother are supernatural creatures. My name was originally Amya Lahey, but since Allison's death I have been adopted by Mellissa McCall, so for about 9 months now I have been legally Amya McCall, infamous little sister of the McCall Pack, but still not supernatural. I haven't seen Isaac since he left for France. Being a freshman at Beacon Hills while the dead pool was taking effect sort of meant that I had been best friends with trained assassin's, i.e.; Violet and Garrett, which lead me to become friends with Mason and then Scott's new beta Liam. Liam and I never really got along after Mason introduced us, not even after the dead pool was destroyed and no one had to worry about fragile little me anymore. Over the summer break I went to France to see my biological brother. Scott constantly text me that summer, unsure about my whereabouts and making sure I was safe. When I came home a week later I had become depressed and locked myself in my room, which is where I had currently made my fort for the night as pack night was in full swing downstairs. I could hear Malia's loud obnoxious laugh and turned my movie up louder and continued to bawl my eyes out as John Grogan sat next to Marley with the bunny with one ear as Marley slowly closed his eyes. I know I shouldn't be crying over a dog but this movie was beautiful, just the right amount of happy to make you sad at the end when he died. I always watched this movie when I felt like being emotional but not actually crying over something stupid in my life, like boys.

I heard a light knock on my door as I frantically wiped my eyes saying they could come in. Lydia stood at my door with a sympathetic look on her face.

"Oh honey," she said making her way to my bed where she wrapped me in her arms as I sobbed. "Brett's not worth your tears sweetie, he cheated but that just means you weren't meant to be. Tonight I want you to stay at mine so we can make you look hot for your first day of sophomore year. You'll find someone else who know just what he has when he has it and I'll even get Stiles to kick Brett's ass for you." I nodded and she hugged me tighter. "but right now I need you to stop crying so that I can make you look hot right now for pack night" I sniffed and lifted my head, Lydia had gone to find my makeup and I rubbed at my eyes to stop the tears evidently making my puffy red eyes even more puffier as Lydia pulled my hands away from my face. She handed me an outfit then ushered me in to the bathroom to change. When I came out she clean my face of any leftover makeup and got to work on making my face look natural and less puffy. When she was done I was astounded. You wouldn't have even known that I was crying 10 minutes ago.

"There you go now you look even more beautiful" I stood up giving her a hug and we made our way down stairs to the pack night.

Liam's P.O.V

I sat and watched as Stiles made a fool of himself, but I wasn't really paying attention, my mind was on the sobbing I could hear coming from Amya's room. Ever since Mason introduced us she has not liked me, she wasn't subtle about it either, she'd always make rude jokes at my expense and it made me feel uncomfortable, I knew she was dating Brett but I didn't think that he had that much say in what she did, they did go to different schools, so he couldn't be that controlling of her, could he? Or did she simply really not like me? Either way I still felt the need to go upstairs and comfort her. She was miserable and everyone could see it, we weren't in the dark about why she was so depressed either, Brett had broken up with her before summer break, just before she went M.I.A for a week, I felt bad for her and I just wanted to hold her and tell her that Brett is an asshole, but I knew that she would reject me. I had been equally as rude to her as she was to me, but I still couldn't help but like her since Mason had introduced us. Maybe the saying really is true, 'a guy who picks on you really likes you' I read way too many of my mums magazines. But Amya automatically didn't like me, so I played her little game and made her think I didn't like her either. Suddenly the music stopped pulling me out of my thoughts. Lydia had entered and with her Amya followed. She lifted her head and my eyes nearly popped out of my head. You couldn't even tell that she had been crying for days. She was flawlessly beautiful. Scott nudged me giving me a pointed look before getting up and hugging his sister.

Amya's P.O.V

I sat down in the only empty seat; beside Liam. I kept my head down, I felt ashamed for judging Liam based on what Brett had told me. After an hour of just sitting there watching as everyone made a fool of themselves I started feeling really hot and clammy.

"Scott?" I questioned getting his attention from the staring contest he was having with Stiles, "I'm going to go out the back and get some fresh air I'm feeling a bit claustrophobic in here" he nodded and I all but ran out of the room and to the porch swing outside. The only light illuminating the porch was coming from the kitchens open window. I shivered slightly as a light breeze ruffled my hair, I wrapped my arms around myself in an attempt to warm myself up. I just had to get out of that room, everyone else was so happy and I just felt like I was bringing everyone down with my mood, especially Liam he hadn't got up to participate all night. I felt like I was suffocating as everyone kept asking me if I was alright and then Stiles asked me if he needed to call Isaac and get him to come home. Suddenly the back door creaked open and a head with chestnut coloured hair popped out.

"Amya?" I heard Liam's voice call out so I stayed quiet hoping he thinks I'm not out here anymore. I had been a complete bitch to him while I was with Brett. The light caught his baby blue eyes as he turned his head flicked to the right at my rising heartbeat. He softly closed the door and come and sat beside me on the swing.

"Amya," he started turning to face me, I shivered involuntarily at the depth of his voice and he took it for me being cold, so he took his jacket off and wrapped it around my shoulders, I flinched as his fingers came into contact with my bare skin on my shoulder. I saw him clench his jaw.

"Amya I wanted to say I'm sorry for being such a dick to you while you were with … Brett" I saw him clench his fists as I flinched at his name.

"Amya, I know were not really close, actually this is the first time we've had a proper conversation I guess, but I know that you're not telling Scott and the others the truth about Brett, you shouldn't be this afraid of contact after he cheated on you, please Amya trust me" he gently grabbed my hands in his and I flinched away from his touch jumping up and away from him.

"Please Liam, I can't, please just let it go" I walked back inside and sprinted up to my room ignoring the calls form Lydia and Scott. My breathing calmed down after 5 minutes and slowly crawled back into bed not even bothering to take off Liam's jacket, I slowly closed my eyes only to have the wrenched open as someone slammed my door open, memories flooded my brain and I squeaked and shrunk away from whoever was in my room.

"OH MY GOD Amya I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that" Scott said coming to my side and pulling me into his chest while he wiped away my tears

"Amya, what happened outside with Liam?" Scott asked me pushing my hair out of my face.

"He asked me what Brett did to me after I flinched when he gave me his jacket." I said as I held back sobs

"Amya, he's just curious he wants to help you, he already wants to kill Brett, Liam worries about you, and I know you were just a bitch to him because if Brett, slowly let him in or someone else other than me, he thought he had done something wrong when you ran away and he wanted Stiles to take him home, don't keep pushing people away" he kissed my forehead and then got up to leave.

"Only for you" I muttered as he shut the door. I got up and got changed into PJ's leaving Liam's jacket on and put in Harry Potter and snuggled into the covers, halfway through the movie my eyes started hurting so I put my glasses on and continued to watch, as the credits rolled on Lydia walked into my room.

"You still up for a girl's night at mine?" she asked sitting at the end of my bed. I nodded and quickly packed an overnight bag, following her out of my room. "Is that Liam's jacket?" she questioned as we descended the stairs. I nodded and looked up at everyone, my eyes found Liam's baby blue ones as Lydia dragged me out to her car yelling a good bye to everyone inside. She sped off in the direction of her house and once there she put a girl movie in and handed me a tub of ice cream and we sat there the majority of the night before I passed out from over tiredness.