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Bamby

Things were… different now. With Peter gone, I thought our troubles would be over, but I had a gut feeling they were only just beginning.

Scott and Stiles had gone to the hospital to check on Lydia. Apparently, her wounds weren't healing like a werewolf's, but she wasn't dying either. That made us wonder what Peter might have done to her.

We framed Kate for all the murders. Stiles told Scott and I that his father had found her body in the Hale house, with Allison's necklace. That's all the police needed in order to decide the case was closed.

Peter was buried under the Hale house. Letting him be found would be too complicated. So, we all agreed it would be best if he just disappeared.

The Argents knew about us now, and even though Allison seemed to be okay with Scott being a werewolf, I had a feeling the others wouldn't. Their relationship was doomed… and our lives were in danger.

Derek… well, that was complicated…

A knock on my door caught my attention.

"Come in."

Mum poked her head in carefully. "Everything okay?"

For the last twenty-four hours I'd locked myself up in my room. The only evidence of last night's events were the small cuts on my neck, made from when Peter had grabbed my throat during his fight with Derek, Scott and me. I wasn't sure why they weren't healing, but seeing as they weren't, I made sure my hair and jumper covered them.

Other than that, I was better now. Physically that is. Mentally and emotionally? Not so much.

Despite the forced smile on my lips, I couldn't stop the tears from watering in my eyes. "No."

Without a word, she came over and set herself on my bed before reaching for me. She rested my head on her shoulder as she stroked my hair a rocked me gently, letting me cry against her.

A lot had happened over the last few months, and a lot was coming our way. But for now, I was going to let myself be vulnerable. I was going to let myself sob. I was going to let myself need my mum.

For a moment, I was going to let myself be human.

The End…

Bamby