You know those parents that shield their kids from anything that might ruin the allusion of a perfect world? Well, unfortunately for me, my dad believes in shielding me from absolutely nothing. That included telling his baby girl that all the bed times stories of werewolves and hunters and other possible supernatural creatures were true. Yeah, we are most definitely not your normal everyday family. In fact, we are more broken then anything. My mom died a few months ago from a werewolf attack, and my dad seems to be coping better than expected. However, my brother and I are not that resilient. Quite frankly I am shocked that I have not been committed yet. I mean it is not normal to live in a world where nightmares are real, and it is surely not normal to be so accepting of the fact that I live in that world. How does my family even relate to this crazy supernatural world you ask? Well we are NOT werewolves. I promise you that. We are human, well as human as you can get. We just happen to be a bit more gifted than your average human. No superpowers like Batman or anything, but we just have the knowledge of all things supernatural. The type of knowledge that makes us guides in a way or advisors. We are healers.
As healers it is our job to be where we are needed, which is with a pack. Our last pack fell apart; they didn't have the proper leadership to stand together. So my dad made a few calls and informed me along with my brother that we would be moving to Beacon Hills. Apparently there is a newbie pack that needs some extra guidance before they fall apart. My brother, Griffyn, was not too happy about the abrupt moving scenario, but maybe it'll turn out positive. Maybe it will give us a chance to start anew, in a way. As I was packing all my belongings up, my dad comes into my room to have one of his chats that he thinks are required, "Babycakes, are you sure that you are okay with this move? I know how much you have been through and I don't want to put you through more grief."
I gave him my best look of happiness before I told him, "Of course I am okay with it! I mean, how bad could this place possibly be. It is not like you are moving us into the melting pot of all beings supernatural. We are just going to help out a new pack of young werewolves right? No more harm than what we endured here. Definitely don't think I can go through any more grief right now." I instantly regretted my last words because the he got that look of worry mixed with sorrow on his face. So before he could get into another long lecture about coping issues, I quickly added, "Do not worry about me. I promise you that I am doing just fine and I am looking forward to the move. Honestly. Now go finish cooking me that famous Spaghetti of yours!" We stood for a father/daughter embrace before he left to attend to his cooking.
A few hours later I was officially done with my packing from my wall of movie quotes, to my favorite stuffed animal, to the picture of my mother. Tomorrow morning was when we loaded up the moving truck and start our way to Beacon Hills. Butterflies, that was all I felt all night long. I was still filling them in the morning when we headed off on our little moving journey. It only took about four and a quarter of an hour to get there. My dad seemed to know most of the people in town, the sheriff being one of them. He seemed like a very nice man, a little stressed but hey, what law enforcement officer didn't? My dad motioned to Griffyn and I to get out and meet him. As I was getting out of the truck a guy came out from behind the sheriff. I am usually really good at reading people and this guy came off as a friendly goofball. Kind of cute, in that goofball kind of way.
"You must be Willow and Griffyn. Your dad has told me so much about you. It is good to finally put a face to the names. I'm Sheriff Stilinski." He held out his hand and Griffyn shook it, then when I reached out to shake his hand held it for a moment and said, "Wow, you look just like your mother, and I can not express my sorrow for what happened to her." Then he dropped my hand but kept the look of sincerity on his face. Then he introduced his son, the goofball, "This is my son, Stiles." Him and Griffyn shook hands and so did my dad. I held out my hand to shake his and a sort of electricity ran through my veins. I could tell it wasn't just me who felt it because he had the same look of confusion on his face.
"Hi Stiles, I'm Willow. Very nice to meet you." I expected him to drop my hand then but he did no such thing, instead he just looked at me. Trying to figure out what it was that we both just felt. That's when I pulled my hand away and turned to my dad. "So, when do I get to see this new house of ours?"
"Here in just a few minutes, it's right down the road. Griffyn, you and I will head on over there. Willow sweetie?" I looked at my dad waiting for my assignment. "I need you to pick up the things on this list and Stiles will give you a ride to the house." This seemed to be a surprise to both Stiles and me because he threw his hands up at his dad in shock.
That's when his dad used a real stern voice and said, "Is that a problem Stiles?"
Stiles looked apologetic to me and then back to his dad, "No, it's just that I was supposed to meet Scott in like five minutes." The sheriff's facial expression did not change so Stiles finally agreed.
After all the goodbyes, and dad's warning to not say too much to Stiles about why we are here other than we just needed a fresh start, I headed into the store to pick up the items my dad requested. Stiles just kind of awkwardly followed behind me up and down the isles. Until I finally broke the silence. "I am sorry that you got stuck escorting me. Honestly I would have never asked you to. And I'd offer to walk back but I don't exactly know where I am supposed to go."
He looked at me, and then his face softened a bit before he said, "Hey, it really isn't a problem. Scott can wait thirty minutes. Sorry for not being as friendly as a welcoming committee should be."
"Honestly it is okay. I wasn't really in the mood for a smiling, and overly friendly welcoming. Just kind of want to get settled in you know? Maybe get to know a few people before school on Monday." Stiles grabbed me by the shoulders and halted me mid stride and acted like a light bulb just went off.
"How about I make up for my rude behavior by inviting you to come hang out with Scott and me later tonight?"
That seemed nice and I do need to get to know a few people. And who knows? Maybe I can get a feel for who my future pack members are. "Sure. That sounds fun. Pick me back up at my place around 6?" He agreed and then he drove me home.
By the time it got for Stiles to come pick me up, I thought I should probably invite Griff. But when I got to his room, I couldn't find him anywhere. I figured he was just off with dad somewhere. I had just finished getting ready when Stiles pulled up in his jeep with Scott.
He smiled as he met me in the drive way, "Hope you are up for a bonfire, because I got together a few more friends. Speaking of friends, this is Scott, Scott this is Willow." As soon as I made eye contact with Scott I instantly knew that he was a werewolf. It was part of being a healer/guide. We can know what they are without them even realizing it. I figured it was better to let him think I was just a normal new girl, no one special.
"It is nice to meet you Scott" He smiled and let me climb in the back of Stiles's jeep. "So what other friends did you invite?"
"Actually it is my girlfriend and her best friend." Scott said before Stiles could say a word.
"You should like them. Allison is real nice, and Lydia, well Lydia is a little judgmental..."
"No. No she isn't. She just has a hard time opening up to people." Stiles interrupted Scott, and I am pretty sure he sounded defensive. That's when we arrived at the bonfire. It looked like the girls were already there. When I reached the bonfire I instantly smelled the scent that a hunter was near. The closer that I got to the girls the stronger it became.
"Willow, this is Allison and Lydia." Stiles was the one to introduce us. Allison was very warm, while Lydia was cold. Allison shook my hand and gave me a huge smile and Lydia just kind of looked at me.
"Nice to meet you guys. Thanks for letting me crash your night."
"Well, it's not like we really had a choice. Allison made me come and she does whatever Scott wants, and he wanted you here. So here you are." Geez, cold was not even the word to describe her. Hostile is what fit her best. We spent the night just chilling by the fire and talking. I really liked them and Lydia grew on you kind of like a moss on a tree.
The next day I met up with the healer that is to guide me and mentor me. I tried to tell my dad bye, but he was no where to be found and I couldn't even reach him on his phone. He happened to be a vet as well. Which I thought was cool because as a healer we have a certain connection with animals.
"Good morning Miss Rhodes." He had a very gently nature, most of us did.
"Morning Dr. Deaton, right?"
"Yes, has your father covered anything about your craft yet?"
"Craft? I guess you can call it that and he has only told me the basics. Once we are aware of the fact that we have a mental database of anything supernatural we can access any information without really knowing what we are looking for. And of course he told me that as a healer I would have to learn all the remedies and spices and what not" He seemed impressed, with what I don't know. Then he looked at me inquiringly.
"Have you met young Scott and Stiles yet?"
"Yes actually, we hung out just last night with two other girls. Allison and Lydia I think were their names. Why?"
"Did you not notice anything," He paused searching for the right word, "different about any of them?"
"You mean other than the fact that Scott is a werewolf dating a hunter, an Argent none the less?" Once again he seemed impressed. He raised his eyebrows before saying, "Very observant, and what about Mr. Stilinsky. Notice anything about him?"
"This will sound crazy, but when our hands touched, there was an electric shock between us. I don't believe that is normal. But he didn't say anything and neither did I . Is he some type of creature as well?" The doc chuckled a little.
"No my dear, Stiles is definitely not a creature. He is simply like you."
No way. "You mean he is a healer?" My mind was completely blown. "How does he not know that he is a healer?"
"I believe that he suspects something but is afraid to say anything or question anything due to the fact that his best friend is a werewolf, he is in love with the town's crazy girl, his teammate is a lizard, and he is constantly put into life threatening situations." Wow! Sounds like a tough life. Poor guy.
"So, is that why you brought my family here? To soften the blow and help him feel more accepted?"
"Once again, you are very observant Miss Rhodes." He smiled appraisingly. "You will make a fine apprentice. To answer your question, yes. I believe that if he realizes that he is not alone in this then it will be more acceptable.
"I'm in. Whatever you need me to do to help execute this plan you have, I will do."
With that we started to discuss the plan and how we should go about doing it. I tried to call Griffyn, but like dad there was no answer. A few hours later Doc called Stiles and Scott to bring them into the vet hospital to break the news. I suddenly got so many butterflies that my hands were shaking. What if they thought I was trying to invade on their click of wolves?
"No more worrying. These kids have been through so much together that this will be a breath of fresh air. I am sure that they will all feel relieved that they have more help now." The Doc always seemed to make people feel calmer and animals as well.
"I hear car doors, I guess that means that they are here." Sure enough Stiles and Scott along with several others came through the door just as the words rolled off my tongue. They both looked a little confused to see me here. Scott was the first to say anything though.
"Hey, I didn't know that you two knew each other." I was trying to come up with a reason but then Dr. Deaton put a gentle hand on my shoulder letting me know that he will take of it.
"Scott, Derek, Stiles, Erica, Isaac, Boyd, and Peter," He nodded to each one of them as he called their names, "To those of you that don't know her, this is Willow Rhodes."
The one named Peter spoke up, "Rhodes? The daughter of Porter and Julia Rhodes perhaps?" How did he know my parents?
"Yes, I assume you know why I called you all here then Peter?" He nodded in agreement and with that the doctor continued. "You all know that I am a healer. I also have the knowledge to help you all in the situations that seem helpless. This young girl right here is your salvation. She is also a healer but that is not all she is. She also happens to be a guide. She attains all the knowledge of anything and everything supernatural." They all seemed confused but accepting of the news, and Peter seemed not surprised but rather pleased. Then he decided to continue with where Dr. Deaton left off.
"Miss Rhodes is to be this pack's personal healer and guide, her along with the other two members of her family. Each pack is allowed to claim one family of healers. Dr. Deaton has been claimed already or he would be the one chosen. Unfortunately his pack was killed off. Once a pack chooses a healer then the family of healers and the pack are forever bound."
The entire pack looked to Derek, which I could clearly sense he was the Alpha, for a direction to go. He looked thoughtful for a minute, then looked at Isaac, Scott, and Peter before speaking.
"Looks like we have just found our healer. Are you sure you are up to this challenge? It won't be easy and you will forever be bound. There is no going back." Although I was nervous I felt a sense of right with what I was about to decide.
"I am ready for this. I will continue to be mentored with the doctor along with train with others." I made a quick glance at Stiles. Would we tell him that he is also a healer tonight or wait?
"Then we should make this official." The doctor grabbed a knife from one of his drawers and handed it to Derek. After Derek cut his hand I followed with cutting mine. When we shook hands the connection was nearly tangible between the pack and me. We were officially bound to one another. After the meeting I left to go home. So much happened that night I felt like I could sleep for two days. We did not tell Stiles about his true identity, but it is still in the plan. I noticed a letter on the coffee table.
-To my beloved daughter,
I know you are wondering where I have been. Your brother and I had to leave to try and find another pack. I withheld part of why we came to Beacon Hills. A pack of alphas are on their way Willow. The entire town is in danger, and we will need all the help we can acquire. I am truly sorry for leaving you in this manner, but you need to stay with the pack and the doctor. He will teach you everything you need to know. Prepare yourselves.
I love you.-

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