Hello! This is a sequel to the fanfiction The Swords' Master. So, to understand this, I would highly encourage to read that story first. There Stiles discovers he has magical abilities after having a huge argument with Scott. Along the story, Stiles gets familiar with the Brotherhood of Pangea and together they try to solve recent murders. There is an ancient prophecy involved and the pack obviously notices something is going on with Stiles and tries to figure out what. If this plot interests you, you are very welcomed to read the entire story. You can try to read the sequel by itself but I don't know if everything will be entirely clear. I'll try to do my best :D

For those who have already read it: Welcome back! I'm really glad, you are going to read the sequel and are here! I hope you enjoy the story and the new plot! As I said, here it is! I hope you like it and sorry for the long wait :)

Stiles hadn`t realized he had been holding his breath. For a moment, he even asked himself how long he had been doing it for. It was impossible for him to have done it for the entire ride, that was for sure. Still, the same feeling of uncertainty and dread had filled him throughout the entire last 20 minutes.

As his jeep came to a halt, he barely noticed the sigh leaving his lips. To his surprise and before he knew it, he laughed. It started out as giggling, but soon he wasn´t able to hide how relieved and somehow proud he felt.

That moment, the girl sitting next to him, clenching the wheel with an iron grip, turned around to look at him. She seemed a bit offended, but Stiles knew she knew perfectly well why he was laughing.

Arya let go of the wheel and crossed her arms "Now, I couldn't have been that bad" she stated, looking at Stiles.

"You almost ran my jeep into a tree" Stiles replied "…more than once"

She let out an exasperated sigh "It was raining and the road was slippery"

Remembering all the times they had driven around in the last couple of months, Stiles couldn't help but smile. They had started a week or two after the reconstructions in the brotherhood had been mostly done. And Stiles had to admit, Arya hadn't been as clueless as he had thought in the beginning.

Of course, by clueless, he meant that she had known which pedal was which and how to move the wheel. But changing velocities and using the clutch had resulted to offer more of a challenge to her than to a normal person. The first time Stiles had offered to teach her how to drive, Arya had been reluctant to agree but had finally acknowledge it to be necessary.

Until this very day, Stiles had no idea how he had survived that afternoon. Arya hadn't started that bad. However, when she had tried to get out of the clearing where Stiles parked his jeep, things had started going downhill. Instead of simply following the clearly distinguishable path worn out into the grass, Arya had lost control. That had been the first time she had almost crashed them into a tree.

For that reason, it was hard for Stiles to believe, that after about three months of hard work, she had managed to actually get them to their destination without losing control, without the car turning off and without threatening his life in dangerous curves.

"You actually did it" he said more to himself than to Arya, coming out of his thoughts "I can't believe it"

Arya shot him a murderous glance "I'm not that useless"

"I didn't mean…" he started but stopped when he saw the smile on her face.

"After all, I couldn't believe you didn't stab yourself when you started training"

Stiles tried to fake a hurtful expression "Ouch" he replied "I wasn't that bad either"

Throwing him a smile, she opened the door "How do you know if you had never used a sword before?" with those words she left the car.

One second, Stiles remained in his seat, shaking his head at her words and smiling. When he opened the door and got himself out, he found Arya already hovering over the trunk. As he stepped closer, she pulled her sword Joyeuse out of it and fastened the sheath to her belt.

As always, Stiles saw a small glimmer behind the leather texture when Arya's hand closed around the grip. The moment her hand left the heft, the blade returned back to normal.

"I had seen movies" Stiles answered and looked at her "And the first time we fought, I actually lasted pretty long"

Arya leaned on the car "Has it ever occurred to you that I went easy on you?"

Stiles shook his head "Don't ruin my point" he replied, "You have no prove, anyway"

As she smiled and walked over to the tree line, Stiles looked into the trunk and pulled his own sword out. Two months ago, Arya and Jonathan, a member of the brotherhood, had helped him forge his own sword. Having mostly practised with Arya and even fought with her sword many times, he had chosen a longsword just like Joyeuse.

Like Arya, he fastened the sword to his hip and made sure the car was closed. It wasn't like his jeep was at plain sight, on the contrary. Stiles and Arya had found a place easy to access and somewhat hidden to park the car while they went on patrol.

The moment he stepped next to Arya and she turned to look at him, something in her eyes glimpsed "Ready, my dear rainbow?" she asked, biting down a smile.

Stiles nodded, taking in the now almost daily joke. Since he didn't really belong into any category of magic, there was no colour his uniform could be. He had tried to tell Cedric he honestly didn't care what colour he wore. Stiles thought blue or dark purple would be the most obvious answers since his abilities as a master and mage were better than the other ones, but Cedric replied he would get familiar with his other abilities sooner or later. So, they had to find another solution.

As a result, Stiles wouldn't get a new uniform until the decision had been made. Apparently, the decision wasn't only Cedric's. Sadly, neither he nor Arya had any idea who also had to be involved the choice of colours.

For those reasons, Stiles had gotten a patchwork-uniform from all different kinds of colours, using spare parts in the brotherhood no one used. His pants were blue, his T-shirt was orange and the leather jacket was purple. It wasn't that rainbowy, but Arya had started calling him like that and liked it enough to keep doing it.

Stiles shook those thoughts out of his mind and returned to reality "So, we do the same as yesterday, right?" he asked.

Arya nodded and stepped into the forest, Stiles walking behind her.

"I don't even understand why we have to do this today. There haven't been many demons around since the attack" she commented "Yesterday, we only found one and it wasn't hard to beat that vampire"

"Better safe than sorry, right?" Stiles answer as they walked along their usual path. According to the rules, they should unsheathe their swords but, like Arya said, there was hardly any danger around these days.

"I know…" she answered and stepped on a branch. Another thing they should be careful about. She didn't care "But things have changed now. We should focus on other things"

"And those are…?" Stiles asked.

Arya sighed and parted her eyes briefly from the trees surrounding her and the shadows hovering between them to look at Stiles "You know what I would like to be doing"

And Stiles did. He wanted to help too, but contrary to Arya, he knew there wasn't much they could do. At least now.

"You need to give him time" he said, like he always did.

He knew Arya wasn't patient and was sick of waiting, but after hearing the same words so many times, she refused to answer, simply remained quiet and kept walking.

Stiles was about to reply something when, suddenly, something on the corner of his eye made him stop. He turned around and peeked into that direction but found nothing. Staying there for a moment, he paid close attention to all his senses, trying to find something. But after listening carefully for a couple of seconds, his suspicion of something being there decreased.

For a moment, he weighted the idea of reaching into the magic dimension and looking there for anything unusual. But since he had discovered his other abilities, getting into the magic dimension had turned out to be far more difficult than it had been before. Particularly, the psionic side of the dimension was causing him particular trouble.

Shaking his head, he decided it wasn't necessary. He hadn't seen nor heard anything after all. If it turned out to be a demon, it would hardly surprise Arya and him when they were together. Specially if it was alone, which was the most probable scenario.

Or it could be just a squirrel.

Apparently, Arya noticed his hesitation. She stopped a few steps before him and turned around "Everything okay?" she asked.

Stiles nodded and half jogged to reach her side "Yeah, everything all right"

She eyed him for a few seconds suspiciously. Then looked around them, specially where Stiles had been standing. But just like Stiles, she didn't find anything.

After making sure there wasn't any imminent danger, she resumed her pace. Silence fell over them as they walked between trees, each of them guarding a side of the forest and looking for any demonic activities. But like the days before, the forest was deserted and calm.

The leaves rustles as the night wind blew into them and the trunks glistened with the silvery light of the moon. Far away, Stiles was almost sure he could hear a stream of water.

Having walked this path various times before, Stiles knew there was a river further north. It actually was the limit of the territory he and Arya were responsible to patrol. Once they arrived there, they turned around and headed back to the jeep. But the nights were rarely so quiet that he could listened to the flow of water from so far away.

Soon, flooded with the calmness and peace of the forest, Stiles almost forgot the shadow he had spotted a while ago. Arya walked quietly by his side, looking in the opposite direction. The silence between them was nothing but comfortable.

After about 40 minutes of following their tangled way through the trees, they arrived at the old oak tree. This was the part where they usually parted their ways to shorten the time of the patrol. Stiles usually headed east, while Arya turned west. After about 20 minutes they would arrive at the river and thus, end their patrol.

Arya stopped in front of the tree and pulled out her sword. As her hand closed around the grip, blazing white shone into Stiles' eyes. Once the sword was out, the colour dimmed a little and started playing with its shade, changing from hue to hue.

Following her example, Stiles pulled out his sword. To his disappointment, nothing happened. The sharp blade reflected his image but no magic quality radiated from it.

"It won't gain magical properties until you name it" she reminded him "Have you thought of a name yet?"

Stiles looked at his sword "Nope, haven't decided yet"

Arya looked at him "You've had quite a lot of time"

"Well, yes, but I have to make the right decision" Stiles retorted, moving the sword around "Imagine, it is supposed to be a magical sword on the same level of Excalibur and I make a mistake and name it Pancakes!"

A smile spread across her face "You wanted to call it Pancakes?"

"No, of course not" Stiles answered, "But it has to be the right name, have some epic meaning, I guess, and nothing like that has come to mind"

"Well, once you have your epic name, you should tell Jonathan. I'm excited to see what magical abilities it will have"

"It will be better than stalking jeeps" he joked.

Arya's smile widened and before he knew, she was on her toes, pulling him towards her. Their lips touched just for a second but it was enough for Stiles' heart to speed up and for him to hear his blood flow in his ears. Time slowed down and he was sure to hear every single beat of his heart. He tried to close his arms around her waist and pull her closer. However, it ended as sudden as it had come.

Still smiling, Arya pulled back, but he didn't let go of his hands.

"Don't get killed" he told her.

She grinned "Yeah, likewise"

Then, Arya stepped back, gave him one last smile and turned around to head her way. Just before she disappeared behind the oak tree, she turned around and glanced at Stiles.

"See you on the other side, Swords' Master" she articulated, walking backwards.

"Get there alive, Ninja Girl" he replied, not missing the spark in her eyes.

Without another word, she turned around and disappeared between the trees. Not having anything else to do and already wanting his path to cross Arya's, Stiles turned east and started walking.

Teen Wolf

By the time 15 minutes had gone by, Stiles had completely forgotten there had been anything unusual in the woods. He walked by the trees, sword in hand and avoiding to step on dry leaves or fallen branches. Knowing he was alone, he didn't want to get any unwanted attention.

Stiles had walked along this path so many times, his feet almost moved by themselves. The familiar energy from the magical dimension was also flowing through his veins, coming into his body through the blade in his hands. It still amazed him how natural that adrenaline-like strength felt and how a simple weapon could provide it.

Suddenly, he heard something hit the ground. Jumping in his spot, Stiles spun towards the source of the sound. Just now did he realize, it couldn't possibly be a squirrel. Not 40 minutes ago and not now. There was something in the woods with them. Following him.

Something had fallen down, that was for sure. Maybe a bag or even a body. Maybe the follower had tripped on a tree root and tumbled. It hadn't been a quiet sound and it hadn't been a usual sound.

Deciding a little bit of effort was better than to remain in the dark, he reached out for the magic dimension. Immediately, thousands of images and feelings exploded in his mind. The currents of energy rushed past him in all different directions. Tides and waves of magic all around him.

Then there were those other things he had started feeling but hadn't quite learned what they stood for. For instance, there was this magnet inside the magic dimension, tempting him to dive deeper, attracting every single cell in his body. Stiles' fingertips tingled, some comforting warm accumulating in his hands. And other things he couldn't even name. Just feel.

Luckily, he was in the woods which meant not many people were around him. That made entering the magic dimension far easier. The voices hadn't gotten louder and louder, until he had thought his ears would burst.

It took him a couple of seconds, but he finally pushed everything aside he didn't need at the moment. The warmth, the magnet, the strange little star-like energy knots and the currents he wasn't interested in. All of them dulled, making it easier for him to focus on what he was looking for.

He felt around the magic dimension, felt the trees, the branches, the air. And then, a few metres to his left, he felt a presence. For a second he halted his search, too surprised to examine the person further. His brows furrowed as he realized. It didn't make sense.

Distracted, he lost a bit of control over his powers. Out of nowhere a voice burst into his mind.

"…Lost because of them. Just a few minutes to get it done. They haven't even noticed what they've done, faking…"

Stiles jumped back into reality, remembering exactly where the person had been. Because it hadn't been a demon, like he would have expected. Not even one of Walter's followers. No.

It was a person that had nothing to do with magic. And the words didn't make sense at all. What had to be done? And who hadn't noticed?

Yet there was one thing that bothered Stiles the most. That made him feel completely at loss, without any idea of what was going on and who that person was.

It had felt like a few months ago, when he had reached out to the magic dimension, just to see if there was any difference between…

No, it couldn't be. If there was anyone like that, Scott would have told him. Scott would have told Cedric. Scott would know.

Not very sure whether that person was a friend or a foe, Stiles quietly stepped towards the spot the person had been at a couple of seconds ago.

Nothing moved as he stepped closer. Silence reigned over again. The only sound was his own breathing. By the time he turned around the corner of a tree and had a clear sight of the place he would have thought his follower to be, there was nothing. Stiles supressed a frustrated sigh.

He didn't have the time to dive into the magical dimension again. If that person wanted to attack him, the distracted state would give him the perfect chance. Fighting with all those impressions in his head, Stiles wouldn't be able to fight back.

Knowing it wasn't very smart, he raised his sword and turned slowly in circles, hoping to find something.

He cursed himself for what he was about to do.

"Hello?" he asked into the darkness "Anyone there?"

There was no answer, and no movement anywhere.

"Listen, whoever you are, I know you are there. If you don't want a fight, you can come out. I won't hurt you. I promise. Just stop following"

Then, leaves rustled to his left. Stiles turned in the blink of an eye towards that direction. But his eyes only met a few trees and, further back, some bushes. He stepped towards the most obvious hiding place, approaching the bushes with raised sword.

"Just come out and let me help you" he repeated "Or I'll have to think you aren't here to talk friendly to me"

It was an euphemism, he knew it. That person could be far worse than not friendly, but he could hardly accuse a strange of wanting to kill him. After not getting an answer, Stiles stepped further towards the bushes,. He was now almost halfway there.

Just the moment he was about to open his mouth again, something moved incredibly quickly to his right. Following his instincts, Stiles ducked with incredible speed he only had with his sword in hand.

Rapidly, he stepped aside and spun around, looking at his attacker. Stiles saw two arms, grabbing the air where his head had been moments ago. When his eyes moved up the attacker's arms and over the torn red T-shirt, he found the man's eyes.

Stiles' eyes widened in complete and utter shock.

He stepped back, inspecting his attacker one more time. But somehow, he couldn't concentrate on anything but those eyes. Those shining blue eyes.

His suspicion was confirmed the moment his attacker opened his mouth and let out a deep snarl, showing his pointed fangs. Only now did Stiles noticed the clawed hands.

Slowly, he raised his sword "I don't want to hurt you, just tell me what you need and we can sort this out in peace" he said slowly, hoping this wasn't a freshly bitten wolf.

The werewolf gave him one last snarl. Then, his factions shifted into a wicked smile. Before Stiles could react, the werewolf had turned around and taken off, running as fast as he could.

One moment, Stiles was too stunned to move a single muscle.

Then, he frowned. What the hell had just happened?

Somehow it hadn't seemed like the werewolf hadn't had control of himself. He had, in fact, seemed pretty aware and lucid. But then, why hadn't he attacked him? Why would he have taken off?

The answer hit hard, filling him with dread and panic.

Arya.

The werewolf had tried to take Stiles by surprise, but had failed in the attempt. Now, he could go and attack Arya, who hadn't the slightest idea there was anyone in the woods aside from Stiles.

Moving as quickly as his legs would carry him, Stiles started running. Running like the devil himself was behind him. He needed to reach Arya and warn her before the werewolf got to her.

Teen Wolf

It took less than five minutes to reach the side if the river they usually met at. Stiles spotted the silver reflection of the moon on the waves before he made out the silhouette standing before it.

Arya noticed him and started to walk in his direction.

"What took you so long…?" she started to ask, but her question died out as soon as she saw in which state Stiles was at.

"What happened?" she asked, pulling her sword back out from its sheath.

Stiles arrived at her side, breathing heavily "Didn't anything attack you? Follow you?" he asked her.

"What? No." she replied frowning in concern "Stiles, tell me. What is going on?"

Trying to regain his breath, Stiles shook his head "There was someone following us since we started the patrol. He waited until we split up and tried to surprise me. I saw him and got out of danger in time. But then he simply took off. I thought he would try and surprise you"

Arya's frowned deepened "Someone? He?" she asked "Stiles, what do you mean? It wasn't a demon?"

Stiles shook his head "No" he replied "It was…"

However, Stiles never got to finish that sentence. Suddenly, Arya's eyes widened and she threw herself at Stiles, tearing him to the ground with her, Joyeuse falling from her hand. As they laid on the ground, Stiles looked up and spotted the blue eyes. A silhouette was crouching where he had stood moments ago. And god knew what would have happened if Arya hadn't saved him.

Arya stared at the man for a second "A werewolf" she breathed out.

As fast as they could, they quickly got on their feet. Stiles taking a protecting stance before Arya as she retrieved her sword from the ground. In a matter of seconds, Arya was standing next to him, both of their swords raised and pointing at the attacker.

Raising to his feet slowly, Stiles could get a clearer image of the werewolf. He could hardly be older than 30. Blue bags fell under his eyes, standing out on pale skin. His hair was black and long, disappearing behind his shoulders. Like Stiles had seen before, the clothes were torn. The pants as well as the red shirt were dirty and full of gashes.

Hoping for the best, Stiles decided to try his luck one more time.

"I told you, this isn't necessary" he repeated what he had said in the woods "There's no need to fight"

But the werewolf didn't reply. He stared at Stiles and then at Arya, not moving a single muscle. It almost seemed like he hadn't heard him.

"Stiles" Arya whispered quietly after a minute had gone by "Can it be that he lost control? Like Scott said?"

Stiles was about to reply he didn't know when something incredibly hard hit his shoulder. Taken completely by surprise, Stiles stumbled back, his sword falling from his hands.

He only heard a worried "Stiles!" before something equally as hard impacted with his jaw, sending him tumbling further back. Black dots blurred his vision and he lost his balance. The only thing he could make out was a dark shadow in front of him.

Just the second he recovered his senses and recognised a second pair of blue eyes right in front of him, something hit his chest. This time, he saw the clawed fist that had hit him. Moving blindly, he tried to raise his hands and protect himself. However, that didn't stop his attacker from another blow. This time to his stomach.

Completely disoriented, he couldn't help stepping back. But, suddenly, when he wanted to place his foot on the floor, he found there wasn't any more behind him. One more time he heard Arya scream something but didn't distinguish it. Instead, he lost his balance and with one last push, fell into the cold river.

Teen Wolf

Arya watched in horror as Stiles fell into the river. She screamed his name, but knew he hadn't heard her. One second the only thing in her mind was going after him, but then she considered whether jumping into the stream and pulling him out was an intelligent option. His silhouette had already disappeared in the darkness. If she jumped right now, the werewolves would use her distraction to their advantage and attack her.

She could only hope Stiles knew how to swim.

And that he wasn't to disoriented by the blows.

The master swallowed hard. In a second, there was one clear goal in her mind. Get the werewolves out of the way and immediately go looking for Stiles.

Her attention returned to the dark silhouettes in front of her. The first werewolf was still standing in the same spot he had a couple of minutes ago, the only difference being the wicked smile on his face.

To his left now stood a female werewolf, a few years younger than him. She was wearing the same torn clothes and her hair was equally as tangled as his. Arya couldn't help but notice neither of them were wearing any shoes.

Fastening her grip around Joyeuse, Arya stared at her attacker for a second before speaking.

"I hope you have a really good explanation for throwing my boyfriend into the river" she said full of bitterness.

The woman didn't pay her any attention, instead she smiled at her companion.

This not-responding situation was getting on Arya's nerves. Why the hell weren't they talking to her? In fact, what was this entire thing all about? She didn't even know them.

"Talk to me!" she demanded, feeling the adrenaline through her veins.

Her voice must have been as authoritarian as she had hoped, for the werewolf moved his chin up and looked her over. His eyes full of contempt and hate.

"Where's your camp?" he asked.

Arya scoffed "The hell I'm going to tell you"

Having probably expected that reaction, the woman stepped threateningly towards her, but didn't attack. Arya's eyes jumped from the woman to the man. Even though she wanted this confrontation to be over to help Stiles, she wasn't willing to attack first. It stood two against one and she wasn't as big as the werewolves in front of her.

Suddenly, the woman's eyes narrowed to slits "You don't know, do you?" she asked "You don't know what brought us here?"

Arya hated to admit not knowing in front of her enemies but she also wasn't going to lie. However, her silence was enough of an answer for the woman.

"You don't even know" she spat angrily "You don't even care. You are all alike."

Still, Arya had no idea what the woman was talking about. She stared at her, hoping her silence would encourage her to keep talking and tell her more. Tell her what the hell was going on and who the hell they were.

Her hopes were crushed in the following second.

"It doesn't matter" spoke the male werewolf "She doesn't have to know to pay for her people's sins"

Before Arya had enough time to process the entirety of that sentence, the werewolf leaped forward with his arms spread and his claws aiming at her throat.

Moving swiftly, Arya dodge to the side. The second she avoided the blow, however, something moved to her left. Just in time, Arya turned around to see a fist coming towards her.

Without thinking, she let go of her sword for a moment only to catch it again in less than a second. Only this time, her hands weren't closed around the heft. Her hands were closed around the blade, the pommel pointing outwards.

Before the fist had a chance to hit her. She struck the pommel forwards, hitting her attacker in the face with the round metal. The werewolf-woman stumbled back, bringing her hands to her now bleeding nose.

The third time however, Arya wasn't fast enough. Before she had even time to turn around. A sharp pain exploded in her right arm. Automatically, she stepped back, biting her lip to supress the pain. One look revealed four gashes torn into her bloodied jacket.

Carefully, she continued stepping back, hoping to get a clear sight on both of her attackers. Her heart was pumping at an incredible steep, adrenaline coursing through her veins. She tried to calm own her breathing but was too focused on the fight to manage concentrating on anything else.

Before she could completely recover, the male werewolf was already leaping towards her.

For one second, everything froze as a single though struck Arya's mind.

She couldn't kill them.

Ever since she had been a kid, she had used her sword to kill demons. Honestly, she hadn't ever thought about it. They were demons after all. Monsters that would kill anything that crossed their paths.

There was no remorse in killing them, they were inhuman, dangerous beings that had to be stopped.

This, however, was different.

Standing in front of her weren't soulless demons. In front of her were actual living beings. Werewolf or not, if she used her sword against them, there was a chance she might take a life.

Snapping out of her thoughts just in time, Arya managed to move aside the moment time returned to normal. She glanced down at her sword, then at the werewolf in front of her. What was she supposed to do?

However, her moral dilemma was cut short when the werewolf made one more attempt to attack her. With a wicked smile on his face, he stepped forward, raising his clawed hand ready to strike her down.

Just the second Arya was about to hit the werewolf with Joyeuse's pommel in his stomach and make him fall, something hit her side at full speed.

Already weakened by the gashes in her arms, Arya wasn't able to withstand the blow. She fell to the ground, Joyeuse falling out of her range.

As soon as she hit the floor, the woman smiled down at her, kneeling down to her side. Before Arya could even attempt to get up and push her aside, her fist came rushing down and hit her face.

Little stars immediately blurred her vision. Everything around her started to spin. She coughed, noticing how every bit of strength left her body. If the play had been unfair with her sword, there was no way she was going to get out of this now.

Something closed around her throat and it took her a second to realize it was the woman's hand trying to cut the breath out of her. She tried to get her hands off her, struggling as hard as she could. But, she could hardly manage a clear thought, much less enough strength to get the werewolf off her.

"Take this as reparations" the woman spat and before Arya knew, excruciating pain exploded in her stomach as something pierced into her skin. Arya didn't know if she cried out on pain or not. The only thing she caught from the outside world were bloodied claws moving away from her.

With her last strength she tried to look at the place that burned with agonising pain. The only thing she saw, was her blurry shirt soaked with blood.

Breathing heavily, she saw the woman get to her feet and look down at her. As soon as she heard the werewolves walking away, she tried to move and get up. However, as soon as she tried to move her stomach, a wave of pain rolled over her, taking her last bit of consciousness.

Teen Wolf

Stiles was trembling like he never had in his entire life. Somehow he managed to swim to shore and get out of the ice-cold water. He found himself wondering how the water was so cold if it was summer while he pulled himself into land, feeling every single of his muscles shake violently.

As soon as his entire body was out of the water, he let himself fall on the grass. He had no idea when he had started to cough, the only thing he was aware of was the burning of his lungs and feeling like they were going to burst.

In what felt like an eternity, the violent coughs died down and he found himself breathing again, taking as much oxygen in as his lungs would allow him to.

His body didn't stop shaking for a second, but as oxygen returned to his system, he found himself thinking clearer again.

Slowly, the panic that had taken hold of him in the water started to decrease. Instead, his mind provided him with the memories of how he had gotten into the water and what had happened beforehand.

He remembered the patrol, the werewolf and Arya.

His mind halted at that last thought.

Arya was alone, probably fighting against two werewolves. Because even though Stiles hadn't seen the person that had pushed him into the river, he knew it must have been a werewolf.

The idea of Arya standing against two grown werewolves didn't please him at all. Somehow, the surge to protect her and make sure not one single scratch got to her, gave him enough strength to push his body up and insecurely get on his feet.

When the wind hit his body, Stiles had to do his best to not let himself fall back to the ground. It was almost as cold as the water. How come he hadn't felt it before?

Trying to provide warmth, he closer his arms around his body, in an useless attempt to stop shaking. Then, out of nowhere, he realized how dumb he was. In a second, he dove into the magic dimension and focused as hard as he could on creating fire around him. Immediately, the energy currents bent to his will and he was enveloped by a comforting warm.

His body was still shaking but at least now he could keep going against the wind. He didn't know how long he walked along the river, only focusing on placing one step after another. After what felt like an eternity, he recognized the trees in front of him. Further along, he spotted the meeting point he and Arya had agreed on. Where they had been attacked.

The moment he had a clear sight on the place, he frowned. There wasn't anyone in sight. Not Arya and not the werewolves.

Was it possible for Arya to have run away? Maybe the werewolves had followed her. In the best case scenario, she had made it back to the jeep and driven away. Stiles blessed whatever superior force there was for Arya having learned how to drive. If that was the case, he only needed to…

His hopes were brutally crushed the moment he noticed the delicate figure laying unconscious on the floor.

"Oh God, Arya!" he found himself saying as he ran to her side.

His eyes widened in horror as he saw her injuries. There was an angry bruise on her face next to her eye, her sleeve was soaked in blood.

However, what made him go pale was the huge amount of blood coming from her stomach.

"No, no, no" he muttered and looked for a pulse. In a matter of seconds, he found it.

It would be a lie to say he was relieved. As a matter of fact, he was worried dead about her. Doing the first thing that came into his mind, he took a look at the wound more carefully.

It looked like someone had pierced holes into her stomach. Five of them, forming a circle. The answer hit Stiles in a second. One of the werewolves had pierced their claws into her skin and he had no way of telling how deep they had managed to get.

Judging by the blood coming out of the wounds, however, he knew it was serious. Stiles could only hope they hadn't hit anything vital.

With shaking hands, Stiles took off his jacket. It was soaked wet but he figured it would be better than nothing. Trying to move her as carefully as he could, he bound it around her stomach, applying as much pressure as he could.

Whether he was shaking of cold or of fright was hard to tell.

Stiles knew he wouldn't be able to carry her to the jeep. Not because he didn't know if he had enough strength, but because he knew moving her that much would just make her lose more blood.

Since there was no healer in the brotherhood anymore, he could only think of one person that would be able to help her.

His phone was rubbish the moment he had fallen into the water. Therefore, he could only hope Arya had remembered to bring hers. Quickly, he looked for it in her pockets and sighed in relief when he found it.

Still applying pressure with one hand, Stiles started to look into her contacts with the other hand, looking for a particular name.

Stiles knew Arya and Cedric had told him no to bother him until he had recovered. Until he had returned to normal. They wanted to go easy on him and Stiles couldn't blame them. But since Eustace was gone, Quinn was the only one that had medical knowledge in the brotherhood.

Calling Melissa or the hospital was out of the question. For starters, there was no way an ambulance was getting into the woods. Besides, he would have to explain what they were doing inside the woods, where the injuries had come from and who had attacked them.

Quinn knew how to use the potions Eustace had made but hadn't used before dying. That boy was his best shot.

Not doubting one more second, he pressed on the green dial and started the call. After the third tone, Quinn picked up the phone.

"Stiles?" he asked, completely awake. Stiles knew he hadn't been sleeping.

"Listen, Quinn, I need you to come into the woods right now, where Arya and I end out patrol" he said without bothering to greet him "We were attacked and Arya is hurt. Badly. Just get here as fast as you can and bring something to help her"

"I… I'm on my way, Stiles" Quinn replied, worry and surprise clearly audible in his voice.

Stiles took in a deep breath "Get here quick" he told Quinn "She needs help"

One second the boy remained quiet. Stiles heard the clinging of glass against glass. Quinn was probably getting flasks out of Eustace's shelf.

"Stiles? What kind of demon attacked her?" he asked.

"None" Stiles replied coldly "It was a werewolf. Werewolves tried to kill us"

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