Kaila Stilnski frowned and got out of her undeniably gorgeous Impala '67, the engine was rebuilt, and the car shone. She fucking loved her car. She was twenty-two, and she hadn't been to Beacon Hills, because it wasn't home, hadn't been since Derek told her to get out of town, since the Pack was cold to her, since her heart was shattered into a million and twenty thousand pieces, so she packed up, finished high school with her aunt who was a teacher, and finished collage early, and got a job, that she was just fired from because she missed work for one day, and someone didn't tell her boss that she had been sick, violently sick, and she was fucking fired, and her aunt just had a baby, her apartment was crappy and tiny and if she stayed there she would never leave, so she came to Beacon Hills, to her father's house.
"Hey, daddy." Kaila greeted tiredly, grabbing her large suitcase that held her clothes, trinkets and anything important, then grabbed her boxes, which were filled with things, her electronics.
Her laptop that had a sticker because of an adorable little girl who she absolutely adored, and who was asleep in her backseat, so Kaila laughed and grabbed her daughter, carefully, because she was four and growing so fast.
"So this is my granddaughter! I haven't seen her in three years!" Her father said, quietly, but her daughter snapped awake instantly and Kaila handed her daughter to her father, "Go inside, line the windows. You still have silver bullets. Just, don't shoot me, please." She said, pushing her father into the house, and she spun around to see Scott, Derek, Jackson, Lydia, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, and two others she didn't recognize.
"Hello?" She said/asked.
"Stilinski. I thought I told you not to come back here."
"Not in those words. You told me to stay off of your territory. I'm half-werewolf, Hale. This is my territory, my land, and I OWN Beacon Hills. Except for the land homes reside on, I own everything, or haven't you heard, I'm Kaila Stilinski, descended of the Beacon line. My mother was a Beacon. She was the last Heiress, I just didn't flaunt my wealth. I should have killed my last boss though." She grumbled, sneering.
"Wha- what are you talking about, Kaila?" Scott asked, quietly.
Kaila sighed, and motioned for her father to come out, her daughter was safe, and was immediately cradled in her mother's arms, "You all are in Mommy's pictures. You're Auntie Lydia, you're Auntie Erica, you all are my uncles Jackie, Scotty, Isaac, and Boyd. The other guy's a meanie."
Kaila, despite her earlier words, laughs quietly, "Baby, that's your biological father." She murmurs, and watches as her daughter falls asleep, curled up like a freakin' cat.
"Cat-like tendencies, I told you!" She says, pointing behind her at her father and Peter, who, coincidentally, ran into her at a supermarket, where she smiled and squeezed him a bit too tight, telling him if he did something she didn't like, she'd kill him.
"Sure. What? I don't get a hug? I'm so neglected, dear." Peter said, pouting.
Kaila laughs quietly and lets Peter wrap his arms around her from behind and leans into him, "Hello, Peter. Kaila missed you."
"I missed my daughter as well." Peter said, kissing the brunette's temple, then the littler one's forehead, "I missed you, Kaili." He said, quietly, sadly.
"Oh, Peter." Kaili says, turning around in her lover's, husband's, mate's arms, "We missed you too. All four of us." She says, laughing at the shocked look her mate's giving her.
"You're pregnant? Two more cubs?" Peter says, his eyes shining.
"Yeah, baby. Two more cubs." Kaili says, smiling.