Hi guys! So, I have finished with the next installment of the Blood series... Blood for Blood. I'm posting the preview while I begin editing so it's ready for publishing. Let me know what you guys think. There will be links to the trailer on my profile.

Coming up on the Blood Series...

It was dark for a moment but he kept walking, the whispers growing louder like a roaring wind. He could hear his heart pounding in his chest. Suddenly bright sports style lights lit up an open wooded area, the Nemeton right in the middle of it.

The wind slapped his body all around him. He started to hyperventilate, "It's a dream. This is just a dream. It's just a dream, get it out of your head, Stiles." He pressed his hands to the side of his head, trying to focus, "Wake up, Stiles. WAKE UP!"

"You're not really here," Scott stated sternly, mostly assuring himself of that truth.

Jessie nodded, "No, I'm not. But that doesn't really matter. You're stuck with me until you get me out of your head."

A young girl with long light brown hair and brown eyes sighed from the passengers seat of her older sister's car.

Her sister told her, "This place is about to be crawling with supernatural pests and we need to be here to exterminate them."

"I'd like to make friends for once."

"Make as many friends as you want, Nuala," her older sister allowed. "Just don't get attached."

Nuala rolled her eyes, getting out of the car, "See you, Dechtire."

"Hold on," Allison paused, pursing her lips in thought, "if there are different progressive states, then what's the last one?"

"Death," Kira answered, "you die."

The group all exchanged worried glances.

"'When is a door not a door?'"

"When it's ajar."

"Excuse me, Sheriff?" a feminine voice broke through the group. All turned to see a young woman dressed in dress pants, a blouse and blazer with running shoes on her feet. A man dressed in a suit walked up with her, fuzzy red facial hair curled like the hair on his head with black rounded rectangle rimmed glasses on in front of his blue eyes. The woman had wavy brown hair with black streaks and deep green eyes.

"Yes?" the Sheriff asked, utterly confused. Agent McCall eyed the pair warily.

"I'm Agent Darcy, this is my partner Agent Ulrich," she answered, both of them flashing their badges to the Sheriff. "We got called down here about a recently re-opened cold case."

Stiles frowned, feeling his grip on sanity slipping through his fingers, "What the hell is happening to me?"

"We'll figure it out," Scott promised him, looking at his friend and trying to hide the deep concern he had for him right now. "You're going to be okay."

"Am I?" he asked in a small voice. "Are you?"

"Okay, then scream." Stilesturned to her back, "Lydia, scream."

Lydia sucked in a breath and let out a shrill scream that echoed supernaturally off the night air, being heard beyond the scope of Beacon Hills, being heard by someone they hadn't intended to hear it.

Aiden looked down at the violently shivering girl as she stared into the nothingness, "Lydia?"

"They came out of the dark," she whispered.

"If they didn't attack you—how did you know they were here?"

Chris looked at the three teenagers who were eagerly awaiting his answer. He didn't want to get their hopes up, but he couldn't lie to them. "I was tipped off by an unlikely ally."

"Who, dad?" Allison pressured him, not wanting vague answers.

"Jessie Hansen."

Jessie pulled her hair back, turning her head so he could see the symbol etched into her skin, "They found me in Portland."

"What about your eyes?" he shot at her. "I haven't seen your real eye color once. They're always glowing."

"They won't not glow anymore!" she yelled.

Scott gaped at her for a moment, "Why?"

Her shoulders fell, deflated, "I don't know. I can never calm down enough to make them stop."

"What about your anchor? You've used it before to heal yourself and summon powers—can't you use it to calm down?"

"I don't have an anchor, Scott," she whispered, going over to the couch to sit down.

"You really have to learn, boys and girls," Void Stiles laughed. "You really have to learn not to trust a fox. They're tricksters. They'll fool you. They'll fool everyone."

"Oh my god," Georgie whispered in horror. "They took my sister."

"Shoot me!" Void Stiles yelled.

"Put it down!" Georgie cried, looking between the Sheriff, her boyfriend and the hunter with the gun. "This isn't right!"

"SHOOT ME!" Stiles shouted.

Georgie let out a scream, the sound muffled by the water. This is a trick.

"I'm really proud of the person you are now, Allison. You used to be really clueless." The girls both laughed at that. "But now you're pretty clever, and strong. You've really earned that silver arrowhead. Graduate."

Allison smiled and eagerly accepted the hug that Jessie stepped forward to give her, the two girls embracing tightly.

"I'm here to save my best friend," Allison said, readying her crossbow with a new collection of silver arrowheads.

"I came to save mine," Scott said, looking at Stiles.

"I'm here to kick that son of a bitch's ass," Jessie snarled.

Lydia felt an icy sharp pain stab her in the gut, and she knew what had happened. She seized up, pressing her hands into the walls flanking her and let out a scream for her best friend, "ALLISOOOOOOOON!" letting her voice go on until it died out, falling into Georgie's arms as the other girl consoled her.

"What now?" Georgie asked, still looking right into Stiles' eyes.

"At this point, you need a divine move," Ken said.

"We know what Alphas can do," Connor explained to Scott and Lydia. "How they can get into minds, extract memories. We need you to find her like only another supernatural can and get into her head, pull the read Jessie out."

"This was my game," the Nogitsune sneered. "You think you can beat me at my game?"

"It was Hilda."

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