Once Christopher left the kitchen, Waverly made her way up the stairs to her bedroom. She shut the door behind her and fell back against it, absorbing her encounters with both Christopher and Sawyer that evening. Two completely different interactions in the span of minutes and her emotions were at an all-time high. Waverly took one final breath and stood, walking to her wardrobe to change for the night. She then threw her sketchpad on the bedspread and sat down. Her hand gripped the pencil, and she instantly began drawing; not the eye, but something different than usual. This image was of the shadowed man. He had no face and she shaded him a very light grey. Beside him, stood another figure as black as soot. She smudged the pencil lines and shading to make it look like there was a bit of fog around it, outlining the shape of the being. Its arms were stretched out towards the shadowed man, who had no idea what was coming. After an hour, she finally set down her pencil and picked up

As Waverly sat in the great room with Sawyer, discussing countless topics with their hands only inches apart from one another, she had let go of any worries that had pressed her since she had left Boulder Creek. The more they talked about her family, the closer she felt to Sawyer and she found herself pouring her heart out to a man who only weeks ago was a myth and a stranger. "Can I ask you…why are you so dedicated to finding a solution to what happened to the women before you?" Sawyer asked as he closed his notebook. Waverly loosened her posture and pursed her lips. "I guess I just understand what they were going through," she noted. "The fear they felt when meeting you for the first time, I felt it too." "You were scared?" Waverly blinked rapidly, acting like he had just asked her if she believed in eight-headed dragons. "You couldn't tell?" Sawyer laughed as he exhaled. "Not at all. You seemed…assured." "Well, I was always told that it's better to pretend you're confide

Waverly's chest instantaneously felt like a ton of bricks had landed on top of it. Matteus—was it who he was talking to on the phone the other night? Why would he need to go talk to someone who threatened to steal their land right out from underneath them and start a war in order to do so? She didn't want to believe it—not only for her own sanity, but for the sake of Sawyer's. If this got out to him, she had no idea what he would do. No, she needed to tread very carefully with this and make sure she knew exactly what was going on before she told him. Suddenly, Waverly heard the front door of the house shut and the voices from the entry carried down the hallway through the small crack she had left in the door. She slammed the notebook closed and took one last look around the room to ensure that everything was how she had found it prior to rushing to the door and leaving the room, promptly. She walked down the hall and could hear Sawyer and Christopher laughing in the entry at somethin

The sun crept through the slit in the blinds, piercing Waverly's eyelids. She squinted her eyes as she opened them and looked around the room. Both her body and emotions were running low from the night before and when she glanced down, she saw Sawyer's arm draped over her stomach once more. She smiled to herself and tenderly tried to lift his arm, but he stirred in his sleep and nuzzled his head in closer to her back, pulling her in tighter. Waverly snickered quietly and started rubbing his arm to soothingly wake him."Hey," she spoke lightly. Sawyer murmured and snuggled in deeper, his breath tickling her bare back. "Not yet," he muttered; his voice was raspy and low, attracting her more than he ever had. Waverly cautiously turned her body so she was facing him and his eyes blinked open, exposing their unique and stunning features. "Yes, yet," she replied. "We have things to do today." Sawyer, who's arms were still wrapped around her, clenched around her waist. "Hmmm…like?"

Waverly jumped from her seat and raced to the front door. She stood in front of it, brushing her hair quickly with her fingers, and adjusting her shirt prior to opening the door. As soon as she did, a figure flew towards her, leaping into her arms."Waverly!" Isadore screeched. She tightened her hold around Waverly's neck and squeezed her sister tightly. Isadore's loose ponytail fell down alongside Waverly's shoulder as she kept a tight grip on her. Waverly laughed. "Hey, Izzy."Isadore backed up and looked into Waverly's eyes. "You're alive," she whispered in a small amount of shock."What? You thought I'd be dead? Have you met me?" "She's not wrong," Finn piped up. Isadore moved to the side out of Waverly's view and there stood Finn, his hair still in the perfect place, despite the fact that they most likely ran to Trinity Mountains. Waverly flew forward and wrapped her brother in her arms, hugging him stronger than she ever had. Her eyes watered and she wiped underneath the