Figuring out about werewolves and alphas and Kanimas was not a memory I am fond of. My brother Stiles had been keeping it a secret from me for a year before I found out. His best friend Scott, is a werewolf. Along with Derek Hale, the man who I am still a bit scared of even though I have known him for a while now. And Erica and Boyd, dead now, were part of his pack. Isaac, a boy I had known for years (and I thought was a good friend who told me everything) was also a werewolf. Allison, Scott's girlfriend and a good friend of mine also, a huntress. Lydia, one of my best friends, a banshee. Yes, banshee, if everything was crazy already. And Jackson, of all people, was the Kanima.
Although it took me a while to figure out everything, I eventually got taken into their special group of people who knew everything and went on crazy midnight adventures to find dead bodies and face off with Alpha Twins and Deucalion.
And now, after going through this for a while now, everything is getting the crazy bumped up a notch.
My father has been taken.
Scott has left us all.
We are left to figure everything out.
And I have a feeling it's not going to be as easy as usual.
"Stiles, Stiles? Would you get up already?" I knocked on my older brother's door. "Derek wants us over at his in thirty minutes, and you know how he gets in the morning! He actually means ten minutes!"
"Mmm…" I hear from the other side of the door.
"I'm coming in, you better be wearing clothes this time!" I mutter the last bit, opening up the door and storming in, only to stop dead in my tracks. "Lydia?!"
Stiles and Lydia, laying on top of the covers, sleeping. And not just next to each other; all cuddled up and…touching. Fully clothed, thankfully. Lydia in one of Stiles' old t-shirts, if it wasn't odd enough already.
At the sound of my voice the two in question rapidly sit up and stare wide eyed up at me. "Blair? What are you doing?"
"Um…Derek, yeah. He wants us over at his house in ten minutes. I'm just going to…" I back out of the room and let the door shut behind me, grinning as I walk down the stairs to grab a bite to eat.
Stiles and Lydia walk down the stairs after a few minutes, looking at anything but me. I grin into my milk and look between the two, amused by their embarrassment.
"So…are we taking the jeep?"
The ride to Derek's was quiet and awkward. Although, that's what I was expecting. Stiles drives with Lydia in shot gun, who stares out the window and glances at Stiles every five seconds. I am in the back, mentally hitting myself in the head with a brick.
When we make it to our destination, without anyone throwing themselves out of the window and away from the tension, Derek sits outside, tapping his foot on the ground and a scowl on his face.
"Hey, Derek, sorry we-" Stiles tries.
"Don't start with me. Get inside. Now." Derek grits from his teeth before stomping inside.
Sighing, I step inside with my two companions. "I told you he gets angry in the morning."
As we get inside, we see Derek sitting with Isaac, Peter, Allison and Cora.
Wait…Cora?
"Cora?" Stiles says in disbelief. He rushes over to her, shaking her shoulders. "What-how?" I glance at Lydia, who crosses her arms and begins tapping her foot while glaring at Stiles, who has his back to her.
"Could someone explain this?" She points to Cora, who is awake and alive and looking like she hadn't been dying for the past few days.
Derek shifts on his feet, looking more uncomfortable than the car ride here, which is something when it comes to Derek. "I-I healed her."
All eyes shoot to him. "How? I thought you could only take away her pain?" Isaac asks.
"Well, as an-" He swallows "Alpha, I had more power than usual werewolves. I had a spark, something that gave me extra power. Extra strength. So I used that extra to take away more than her pain."
I go over his words in my mind. "Had? You said had."
"I took away more than pain, it took away my extra." Derek concludes.
We stare in shock at him. Derek isn't an alpha anymore. He is a beta. Just like the rest of them. No more pack, only beta's who work together. Until Scott becomes an actual Alpha, the pack is weaker. No one says a word for what seems like hours, too much racing through our heads to comprehend what bomb just exploded.
"What are we supposed to do now?" I break the silence. "We have to get Scott back. We have to get my dad back. We have to get Mrs. McCall back. And we don't even have an alpha anymore."
Derek sighs and closes his eyes for a few moments. "We need Deaton to help us. It would be easier if Scott could convince him to help, but-"
"I can get him to help." Isaac speaks up.
"You? When did you start spending quality time with Deaton?" Stiles asks.
"I helped out at the animal hospital a few times." Isaac tells us. "He will listen to me."
"Okay, well if we can get Deaton we can find out a way to get Scott back. Willingly." Derek looks at each of us, seeming to decide what to say next.
"So why are we all here then? You woke me up early, you better have a good reason." Lydia snaps. Pictures come rushing into my head of her sleeping this morning, and I smile and shake my head. Everyone looks at me, clearly confused.
Derek continues after giving me an odd look. "I need someone to go with Isaac and talk to Deaton with him."
"I can!" Allison practically falls over herself. The confused stares switch to her.
"I was actually hoping Blair could go." Derek says slowly. Eyes back on me.
"Why me?" I ask in confusion.
"We all know Deaton is a sucker for a human. Werewolves he will kick out in an instant, and so we need someone who can at least get us inside." Derek explains. I nod my head, shifting my gaze to Isaac, who glances at me with a smile.
We had been good friends since fourth grade, when I had come to school in a short sleeved shirt and skirt in the winter (an act of disobedience as a rebellious ten year old), shivering and goose bumps riding up my arms. Isaac, always one to wear a scarf, gave his to me as an act of a pure noble ten year old. I knew about his dad abusing him, yet he made me promise in sixth grade to never tell. I didn't want to lose him as a friend so I had grudgingly agreed. And I never told.
But lately, him becoming a werewolf and almost killing my brother and best friends, we had grown apart a bit. I hadn't properly talked to him in a few weeks. So as he looked at me with that sly smile of his, I knew he was happy to be paired with me also.
"Stiles, I need you, Lydia, and Allison to research about Nemeton and see what comes out about that." We all look skeptically at Derek, not a clue what Nemeton was.
"And Peter and Cora will be with me, searching for the Alpha Pack. If we can't find Scott by phone, we will find him by scent."
And so with each of our plans on mind, we set off to get to work on finding parents and friends that we all are determined to find.