Summary: Raven McCall is the 15 year old younger sister of Scott McCall-Beacon Hills resident Alpha. After all that went down last year with Stiles's possession, Raven didn't know how to tell her brother her biggest secret. She is were-wolf. Scott knows something is up with her, her scent changed to reflect her wolf but he can't bring himself to confront her. How can he? He has his own secrets.

A/N: All outfits are on my profile.

A/N: Disclaimer: I don't own the Teen Wolf world. I only own Raven.

A/N: The song inspiration for this chapter is Fragments by Jaymes Young

Rating: M

Word Count: 5, 717

Reviews are always appreciated!

Prologue

"Excuse me miss, but are you alright?" A kind looking, older man asks from beside me. A loud snore has the both of us wincing in shared annoyance at the lady across the aisle from us. The bright red hair moves flutters in front of her mouth every time she takes a breath and I wonder if she will end up choking on it by taking in too deep a breath. I turn back to the dark-haired man and beam happily, resuming my bouncing.

"Absolutely! I am just excited because I will get to see my brother and mom again!" I tell him enthusiastically, allowing myself to act like a child while I still can. Considering I am now 15, I really shouldn't be bouncing in my seat, squealing every few seconds with excitement but right now I really don't care about that. My head whips around and I eagerly look out the airplane window, but I am only faced with more fluffy white clouds.

"Ah, that would explain the exuberant behavior." The man agrees, an amused look in his eyes. I flash him a wide grin before settling down in my seat and resting my head. I take deep breaths, in and out, trying to calm myself.

When I was 14, my brother and his stupid friend went into the woods at night looking for a dead body. Or perhaps more accurately, half of a body. Scott and Stiles have been best friends since they were in diapers and that has never changed. For me, it is one of the solid truth's in life. Scott without Stiles would be like peanut butter without jelly or fries without ketchup. It is one of those things that will never change, no matter what happens. See, when I look at them, I see how close they are. They couldn't be closer if they were blood brothers (and it doesn't count that they cut their hands and slapped them together when they were 8.)

But anyway, Scott and Stiles have this odd dynamic. They egg each other on. Scott would prefer to play by the rules and Stiles would have this odd idea he would live on the wild side. Then they would challenge the other to do something stupid and that would all fall apart. Like The Body In The Woods Incident. After that, Scott came home way late and stumbled into his room. When he woke up the next morning, he was disoriented and anxious. I noticed him gently press his side and wince a few times.

But I threw it out of my mind. I didn't really care, he was my stupid older brother and I had more important things to worry about anyway. But as the year went on, I noticed shit happening. Scott didn't need his inhaler anymore. Him and Stiles started hanging around the dangerous Derek Hale...and they weren't hanging out around me as much. That kind of hurt. I admit it. I am spoiled by the attention I received by Scott and Stiles. Unlike other kids, they didn't care if it was cool or not to hang out with a younger sibling and thus, I was a part of their group.

So, when they started excluding me from their excursions with shifty faces and half-assed lies, I knew something was up. It wasn't until I was kidnapped by the Alpha that I figured it out. I couldn't believe it at first, it seemed impossible and crazy. I was kind of forced to realize it was happening though when Peter Hale scratched me. It was deep enough to hurt like a bitch but shallow enough to not change me into a wolf.

Or at least not completely.

After I was rescued by my brother and Stiles, I started noticing a few things. I was faster than normal but no where near as fast as Scott. I was stronger than usual but still, not as fast as a were and I had these flashes of intense anger. A few times I would feel this strong burn in my eyes but nothing happened. I sort of dismissed it as nothing, just a side effect of the scratch. I completely forgot about it when a large, scaled thing called the Kanima started killing people in Beacon Hills.

I was further distracted by Isaac. He was older, hotter and damn those eyes! When he started paying attention back to me, I was thrilled. I mean, who would be, with a guy like that flashing his incredible blue eyes at them? We started dating (and man was Scott pissed about that!) and I was so happy. It all came to a head when we found out the Kanima was Jackson and more shit went down.

After we fixed him, shit went down the drain. All of the sudden there were more killings, a Darach, and Boyd died. It was a shock to all of us. Through all of the crazy in our town, even though we were seriously injured, no one we knew had ever died. It made it suddenly serious; what was happening and for a long time it was a dark presence hanging over us. After we got rid of the Darach and the Alpha pack things got even darker.

Scott and Allison had broken up and I was heartbroken. I had always like them together (not counting when she shot him through the leg, I was pissed at her for a while after that) and I knew it was hard for both of them to go through that. Aside from all of that though, Isaac was starting to watch Allison and even though he told me it was nothing, it wasn't long after that he broke up with me and started following her around.

Then I started discovering more about what was happening to me. During all the shit going down in Beacon Hills, I still had the were-wolf venom in my body and it had been trying to connect with my DNA and change me into one. My body was fighting it though and wasn't giving in that easily. It didn't help that a subconscious part of me didn't want to be wolf. I had seen what it did to Scott, both the good and the bad and I didn't want it.

Then Scott got injured and I couldn't fight it anymore. How could I? My brother needed all the help he could get. When I stopped fighting it, the abilities came more naturally to me. I am faster than the wolves but not stronger and I have really good ears and eyes. My brother knows something is up with me (my scent changed to reflect the change I went through) but he doesn't know the whole story. I didn't have the heart to tell him with the stuff that started happening.

It was a hard year for all of us with the Oni, Stiles's possession and all the countless other drama going on in our home. It really didn't help when Scott met Kira and they started having a 'thing.' Both of them clearly like each other but won't do anything about it. It was really tough on Scott when Allison died. He still loved her but had the thing with Kira and so he was really torn about how to feel and what to do.

He was better in the summer, so when I won a trip to Australia for the entire summer, I decided to go. Mom had a few conditions (call everyday, don't stay up too late, stay away from boys, etc) but let me go. It didn't cost her any money and I had plenty of savings from all of my birthdays and Christmases (Scott and Stiles bought me whatever I wanted so I never had a reason to use my money) and I was so happy to finally have a reason to spend it.

While I have been having the summer of my life, I have keeping in touch with Scott and Stiles. I already have the feeling more shit is starting to stir up since Scott and Stiles have that shifty look on their faces when they Skype me but this time I will let it go. It may be selfish of me but I just want this summer, the entire summer to be perfect and not filled with the supernatural.

"Time to get up." A gentle hand shakes my shoulder and I roll over, shrugging the hand away.

"No. G'way." I mumble childishly, determined to stay asleep.

"The plane has landed." The amused voice tells me again and I mentally roll my eyes. Why in the hell would I care about that? Then I stiffen and my eyes fly open as I launch myself against my window. A wide, beaming grin spreads across my face when I see we have landed. I whirl around, bouncing in my seat and the man chuckles.

"To have the exuberance of youth." He teases and a blush rises but I refuse to stop bouncing, my grin un-budging. The man's green eyes sparkle with laughter as he runs a hand through his reddish-brown hair. My nose twitches as I catch a hint of the forest before I toss the thought away.

"You don't look old." I tell him absently, waiting anxiously for when we can depart the plane. The man grins, his eyes holding a secret amusement.

"If you knew how old I truly was, you wouldn't be saying that." He says pointedly before getting up and gathering his stuff from the compartment above my head. He hands down my bag and and I sling it over my shoulder, vibrating with excitement. I follow right behind him as we reach the door of the plane, almost stepping on the backs of his feet in my hurry to get off the plane.

We come to a stop and I have to hold in a growl of frustration, my need to see my pack-brothers almost overwhelming me. I shift from foot to foot, needing to get off the plane. Finally the line moves again and I rush out of the plane, only stopping to wave to my plane partner.

"Bye! It was nice meeting you!" I call, only just realizing how tall the man is. He grins at me, toothy and playful.

"Til we meet again!" He replies, lifting his arm in a wave. The sleeve of his blazer falls back and I catch sight of a tattoo but disregard it in favor of grinning back and racing through the airport. I reluctantly stop a few times to let the people check my ticket before rushing on again. I grab my bags, catching a glimpse of the reddish hair but each time it is someone else. I shrug and scan the crowd, piling my three bags on top of each other in a small pyramid and plopping down on them.

I chew on my thumb nail anxiously bouncing my knee, my eyes roving through the crowds. I flinch when my phone buzzes and pull it out of my pocket, unlocking the screen with my zig zag pattern. I brighten when I see it is from my big brother before frowning as my good mood plummets, crashes and burns.

~Hey sis, Stiles and I are going to be a few minutes late. Be ready for us outside. - Scott~

Scowling fiercely, I quickly type out a response before sending it and putting it to sleep. My heart thumps with disappointment in my chest and tears burn in my eyes.

~You are such an ass for this, Scott. You promised me you and Stiles would be waiting. You promised. - Raven~

Feeling hurt, I pick up my bags and awkwardly weave my way through the crowds to the bathroom. Once inside, I look at the stalls and at my bags. I contemplate setting them on the floor but ultimately decide putting my bags on the floor would be a bad idea. I go to the biggest stall and ignore the handicapped sign, locking it behind me. I wipe the counters and set my bags on the left before looking in the mirror.

My normally light blue eyes are dark with hurt swirling in the depths. The grey in my eyes is more prominent, as it usually is when I am upset. I sigh and pull out a brush, running it through my loose, dark brown curls. My hair looks like it is a different color according to the light. The less light, the darker my hair looks and with more light, my curls get a golden glow to them.

I wince as I accidentally catch my silver hoop on the brush. I gently detangle it and it swings back down, peeking out through my curls. The medium sized hoops were a present from Lydia and I adore them. They are big enough for me but not too big that they reach my shoulders. Finished brushing through my dark curls, I pull on a grey beanie. I pull it back behind my right ear (over the summer I got three upper cartilage piercings and they are three small hoops with balls in the middle.)

They are fully healed and I love showing them off. Around my neck is my favorite necklace. It is a four-leafed clover but the leaves are black outlined with small clear gems. It rests just below the hollow in my throat. On my right hand I have stacked slim silver rings that don't go past the first knuckle on my ring finger. My nails are long and painted clear and on the same wrist I have stacked cord and beaded bracelets. Some are peach, some are black, silver, blue and green.

On my feet I have my favorite shoes that Stiles got me for my 14th birthday. They are burgundy Converse Chuck Taylor All Star vintage leather shoes. I am wearing a black crop top tank top that shows a little of my belly and has a light blue infinity sign that has a small break in it and says love in twirling letters. I am wearing a pair of light-wash shorts that have been roughened so you can see bits of my skin in the frayed holes.

I look good like this but I just know the guys will freak at my stomach showing so I pull out my soft cream sweater that says 'Dance all night, sleep all day' in grey letters on it and slip it on. The sleeves are a little too long but I love it. I lift the sweater and unhook my navel piercing, putting it away. I will have to reveal a little at time. As it is, I will never hear the end the five small black birds I have tattooed on my left ankle and the cartilage piercings I have in my right ear. I think they would kill me if they knew about the tattoo on the back of my right shoulder and the navel piercing.

With my curls framing my face, my eyes seem large and innocent. My cheekbones are high (something I got from my mom) and my lips are full, the lower more than the upper. My chin is rounded and angular (something I got from my sperm donor, useless, good for nothing father. And I use that word in the loosest of terms.) My skin is a light golden brown and complements my eyes, making them a piercing blue-grey.

I smile grimly at my reflection and relax my control. My eyes flare as my wolf rises closer to the surface. My claws pop out and I examine them, memories flashing behind my eyes. They are thin and long, but strong. I press a finger tip to one and blood immediatly swells up before healing. My body thrums with energy as my senses come alive. I can feel the air drifting across my skin, smell the cleaner used in the bathrooms and see the dust-motes swirling in the air.

I tilt my head to the side, hearing conversations outside of the bathroom.

"...says I don't know my boyfriend, which is ridiculous, right?"

"...such a nerd, put down the boo..."

"...love our child..."

"...is exactly like you described. Those eyes of hers are remarkable, flaring in her sleep as she dreamed. I could feel her wolf rising in her and it was incredible. I suppose she must be the one. I will keep a close eye on her..."

I furrow my eyebrows, wondering who they are talking about but before I can do anything, I catch the sound of Stiles's jeep. A wide grin spreads across my face before I remember I am supposed to be mad at them. My smile drops and replaces it with a scowl. Sighing, I close my bags and sling the first duffle across my body and carry the other two.

I regain my control and my wolf reluctantly sleeps. Feeling lost and out of place without my senses helping me, I unlock the door and leave the bathroom. Every time, without fail, after I allow my wolf out I feel deaf, blind and useless. I weave my way through the crowd to the door and scan the crowd for my stupid brothers.

"Ray!" I turn as I hear my name. "Raven!" I spot Stiles waving his arms wildly, a large grin plastered on his face and his whisky colored eyes lighted up. Beside him, Scott is dodging his flailing arms, a familiar exasperated look on his face. Deciding to put my annoyance and anger aside for the moment, I grin happily at them.

"Scottie! Stiles!" I squeal, racing to them and tossing myself at them. Scott lets out an oomph as I collide with them and I giggle. "I missed you guys so much!" I say happily, sitting up and Scott laughs.

"Judging by the pain in my ribs, I can really tell." He jokes and Stiles sits up, snickering.

"Aw. Did the big, bad wolf get hurt by his widdle sister?" Stiles asks and Scott and I shoot him unimpressed looks.

"Rude." I tell him solemnly. "Just rude." I shake my head and Stiles grins, ruffling my hair and knocking my beanie off. "Hey!" I protest, picking it up and putting it back on.

"What the hell is that?" Scott and Stiles ask in unison. Scott is staring at my ankle and Stiles is staring at my ear. I laugh and get up, dropping a bag on each of their laps. "Wait!" They call again, scrambling to get up as I saunter to the airport doors.

"Does mom know?" Scott asks, his eyes wide as he keeps glancing at the 5 small birds on my ankle.

"Yeah, and does she know about those?" Stiles asks, gesturing to my ear with his head, struggling to carry my heavy bag. I grin as I glance back at them.

"She knows about the tattoos but I have yet to inform her of the piercings." I tell them and they nod, completely missing the plurals on 'tattoos' and 'piercings.' I roll my eyes, a fond smile crossing my face as we walk over to Stiles's baby blue jeep. I smile as I run my hand over the dents, remembering the time we crashed into someones fence when Stiles first got the jeep.

He freaked out and made Scott say he did it because (in his words) he "didn't want to lose his awesomeazing car." I snicker as I remember and pull the door open. Scott slides past me and into the passenger seat.

"Shotgun!" He shouts and my mouth drops open.

"Hey! I was going to call shotgun-"

"Too bad." Scott teases, shrugging his shoulders. Closing my mouth, I narrow my eyes and cross my arms.

"Fine." I tell him and before he can open his mouth, I swing up into the jeep and sit on his lap. "Now we both have shotgun!" I tease back and he shakes his head, laughing.

"Ready?" Stiles asks, starting up the car and I grin, completely unprepared for the hour and half ride.

"What are you doing?"

I bob my head along to the music in my headphones as I doddle on my hand, creating swirling patterns that are similar to a henna tattoo. I jerk my head up as someone rips my earbud out of my ear.

"What are you doing?!" Scott shouts right in my ear and I scream as the car swerves.

"What the hell was that?!" I ask Scott, my voice raising and he stares at me. Stiles pulls the car back on the road and glares at Scott.

"I was asking you a question!" Scott says defensively and Stiles snorts.

"No offence man, but I am pretty sure people in Antarctica didn't need to hear your question." Stiles snarks and I grin, my good mood restored.

"Too true." I agree, rolling my eyes pointedly at my brother. Scott blushes but rolls his eyes back. "And for your information, I was doodling on my hand." I inform him, waving my hand in front of his face. Scott catches my hand and examines the swirling lines on the back and side of my hand.

"Wow, this is really good." He says, impressed. I blush a little, pulling my hand away from his.

"It's just a doodle." I shrug and Scott shakes his head.

"No it isn't. You have always been an awesome drawer." He tells me enthusiastically. "Remember when that guy bought a drawing of yours for a thousand bucks back in the 6th grade?" Scott reminds me and I shrug, tilting my head to the side.

"Yeah, but I am pretty sure that guy was wearing a plaid suit, Scott."

"So?" He asks cluelessly and Stiles snorts.

"That doesn't exactly make him the best guy to give as an example. I am pretty sure he was both pattern blind and color blind." I retort callously and Scott winces.

"Well, I'm sure he though the orange went well with the green." Scott offers up and I snort.

"It killed my eyes to look at him. And he smelled like old cheese. So don't be offended if I don't exactly take him as a shining example of my awesome art. Besides-" I toss my head and settle back against the door, curling my knees into his chest. "-I'm pretty sure the guy was a perv." I say casually, doodling on my hand and Stiles chokes on his snickers.

Scott reluctantly smiles as he lets the subject drop.

"Finally!" I shout, tossing myself out of the car and into the grass. "Home! I have missed you so much!" I shout, rolling in the grass and Stiles snickers as he gets out of the car.

"It wasn't that bad." He says and I freeze, staring at him.

"Wasn't that bad?" I ask incredulously. "Stiles, were you even in the same car as I was?" I ask and Scott snorts as he rounds the car.

"C'mon. Mom's waiting. She has been cooking and cleaning so much this past week." Scott rolls his eyes as he holds out his hand and swings me up. "She's been like a woman possessed." He winces and looks at Stiles but Stiles doesn't even notice.

"Why's your dad here?" I asks Stiles, grinning suggestively and he grimaces.

"Stop! They are not hooking up!" Stiles protests and I pout.

"I want them too." I tell him and he shakes his head, familiar with this conversation.

"Why?" Scott asks, exasperated. No matter how many times we have this conversation, I never tell them the real reason why.

"Because then we have a brother and a dad." I shrug, hiding my face. "We'll be a family." I avoid their eyes and turn away. Scott and Stiles yank me into a hug and I struggle for a second. "Hey! What are you guys doing?" I protest and they pull back for a second.

"Did you really think you could say something like that and we wouldn't hug you?" Stiles asks and I nod.

"Um, yeah!" I tell them, twisting my head around to face them.

"Wrong!" Scott tells me before they pull me into a hug again.

"We love you so much!" Stiles says, a wicked light in his eyes.

"Tickle time!" Scott shouts and I squirm to get away.

"No! NO! Stop!" I shout, laughing and giggling as they bury their fingers in my sides. I ache with laughter as I squirm, laughing helplessly; laughing breathlessly.

"What is going on out here?" My mom's voice rings out and the guys freeze, giving me the chance to scramble away from them.

"Mom!" I call, flinging myself at her. She catches me, stumbling back a step.

"Hey sweetie! How was your trip?" Mom asks as we troop inside. My face lights up and I beam at her.

"It was awesome! Aussie is so beautiful!" I gush, heading into the family room. I spot Mr. Stilinski and grin as he gets up. "Hey, Mr. S!" I greet him happily, wrapping my arms around him in a large hug.

"Hey, kiddo." He greets me, hugging back. For a second I inhale his familiar scent; oil, gun powder and ink.

"I missed you." I tell him seriously before pulling away and facing my mom and my brothers.

"So, what was your favorite part?" Mom asks, her eyes lingering on the piercings on my ear but not commenting on them.

"Wow, that's going to be hard to choose-" My phone dings and I pull it out, unlocking the screen and reading the message.

~Missing Aussie yet? You know you do! - Enzo~

"-But I think I would have to go with the beaches." I tell them, typing out a response. "The water was so clear and I even learned how to surf." I send the message and look up grinning. "You should have seen me, I was kind of badass." I brag and Mom smiles indulgently.

~Me? Miss Aussie? More like you miss me! - Raven~

"A friend took a video of me surfing, I put it on my Tumblr page. I can show you guys later." Pride shines in my voice and Scott grins at me. I roll my eyes playfully at him and Stiles snickers at us. "But enough about me. What's been going on here?" I ask. Stiles and Scott immediately exchange looks before smiling awkwardly. I inwardly roll my eyes, they still suck at lying. My phone dings again and I pull it out, snickering at his message.

~True! God knows why but we miss your crazy ass here! - Enzo~

"Uh-" Stiles's voice cracks and Scott elbows him in the side.

"Stiles has a girlfriend!" Scott blurts out and I grin.

"Who is it?" I ask, bouncing in my seat. "Is it Malia? It's Malia isn't it?" I ask excitedly and a blush spreads on Stiles's ivory skin. "Oh, that is so sweet!" I squeal and Scott snickers at his friend. "And you." I turn to Scott and he freezes. "How's Kira?" I ask and a dark red blush spreads across his cheeks.

"Uh, Kira?" His voice cracks but he tries to play it off as nothing. "She's-she's good." He avoids my eyes and I smile wickedly. Mom hides her laughter behind her hand and Mr. S's shoulders are shaking as he turns his face away.

"I can't believe it! Both of my brother's have girlfriends!" I squeal and they fidget. "Have you...?" I trail off and Scott frowns but Stiles's blush increases. I grin but stifle it as I get up. "Okay, I am getting presents." I remark casually as I head for the stairs and to my room. "They can be kind of heavy, can you guys help?" I ask innocently, and they reluctantly get up. I have to hide my grin as I travel to my room and open the door, going right to my bags. As soon as they make it to my room, I whirl around, grinning.

"Shit."

"I knew it was a trick." They both mutter and I cross my arms.

"I can't believe it! You guys never keep secrets like this from me." I complain. "Stiles! I am so proud! You aren't a virgin anymore!" I squeal and he ducks his head, cheeks a brilliant red. "Malia must be a lucky girl." I grin, wiggling my eyebrows at him and he slaps a hand to his face. "And you!" I turn on Scott. "What's up with you and Kira?" I ask and he ducks his head a little.

"I don't really know. We have made out a few times but-" He shrugs his shoulders. I frown and pull him into a hug.

"She likes you, bro. Someone is going to have to make a move or both of you are going to be unhappy." I tell him, pulling back. He smiles thankfully at me and I get the presents out of my bag. I don't like Kira. I mean, she is okay but I feel like she is a replacement for Allison and that doesn't sit right with me. Allison and I had our problems, the biggest being her listening to Kate and turning on my brother and her stealing Isaac from me. But in spite of it all, we were still close. We had our huge rough patches but we made up about a day before she died.

But Kira makes him happy. She makes him smile and so I don't say anything bad about her. I just won't be cozying up to her like I did with Allison.

"All right. Let's get back downstairs." We head down and back into the family room. "Presents!" I call, and Mom grins at me. "This is for you, and this is for you." I hand the packages to Mom and Mr. S. The guys sit down with their presents in hand. "Okay, go ahead and open them." I wait as they rip open their boxes.

"Wow!" Scott's eyes are wide as he lifts a carved wolf out of is box. The fur has streaks of black through it and the eyes are a deep green. "Where did you get this?" He asks and I blush a little.

"I carved it." I admit and his gaze moves to me. "A friend of mine whittled and he taught me how." I explain, hitching a shoulder up and dropping it.

"It's incredible." Scott says, looking at it and I smile.

"Thanks." I look at Mom and she lifts the necklace out her box. It is a silver locket with a sun and a moon on it. "While I was in Aussie, I learned a Buddhist saying. What are three things that cannot be long hidden?" I ask and she looks at the locket. "The answer is: the sun, the moon and the truth. Open it." I urge and she pulls it open before putting a hand to her mouth, tears in her eyes.

Inside the locket, on one side is a picture of her, me and Scott and on the other side of the locket is a picture of Stiles and Mr. Stilinski. Basically, I am saying we, her family, are her truth.

"Sweetie." Mom whispers. "It's perfect." I smile as she gets up and pulls me into a hug. "I love you." She whispers and I bury my head in her necks.

"Love you too Mom." She laughs, a watery chuckle and sits back down. I look at Stiles and he lifts his necklace out of the box.

"What's it mean?" Stiles asks and I take it from.

"I know you feel useless sometimes. I feel that way too but I want you to know you aren't. This is shaped like a shield because you protect us. The cupped hands represent you healing us and the anchor represents you keeping us grounded. You are so smart and it is because of you we have managed to keep our town safe. Trust me when I say you are the farthest thing from useless." I tell Stiles, handing him the necklace. His eyes a little bright, Stiles slips it on and tucks it under his shirt as we turn to Mr. S. He lifts out a carved falcon and a folded piece of paper.

"The falcon is a present-" I tell him. "But the paper is really what I wanted you to have." I confess and he opens it. He reads it and his eyes get wet as he reads what I wrote. When he finishes, he sets it down and pulls me into a hug.

"Thank you." His voice is hoarse and I hug him back. He hands the paper around and I look down.

Hey Mr. S,

This is something I have wanted to tell you for a while.

For pretty much all our lives, Scott and I haven't had a dad. After he left, we only really had a mom.

But recently, I have realized that isn't the truth.

Somewhere along the way, just like Stiles has become our brother, you have become our father.

We love you so much and I just really hope one day you will realize how awesome and amazing you are for us.

Your loving (adopted) daughter (and no, you don't get a say in this. We already adopted you as our own),

Raven McCall-Stilinski

"It's the truth." I tell them quietly and they all nod.

"It has been for a while." Scott agrees and Stiles laughs as he looks at us with fondness.

"We are one big, crazy family." He says and I cheer as I get up.

"Group hug!" I shout and laugh as we wrap our arms around each other.