"Cora."
She lies on the floor where her brother fell her dark hair covering her face, but he can tell from here she's crying.
"Go away Stiles."
He's suddenly reminded of visiting Derek in the old burnt down Hale house, and he thinks that one the main tragedy's of this family is their need to relive them. When his mother died he grieved Mrs. Mcall brought lasagna he had a funeral. The Hale's don't have neighbors to bring comfort food just an uncle who is nowhere to seen. There isn't even a body to bury.
"Cora you can't stay here he's not her-"
"Shut up!"
Her eyes flash golden and her claws scratch the floor, but Stiles doesn't blink because he's use to angry werewolves threatening him. He kneels down and touches her cheek it's wet.
"We can come back Cora I promise."
She needs to know that this little bit of her family won't disappear for another six years. He leaves his hand resting over hers, and she doesn't pull away. She doesn't leave Stiles bedroom for a week his father tiptoes around the mysterious Hale girl who has appeared like a ghost with his son on the doorstep. She doesn't eat, and then Alison Agent shows up with a pie. Cora must have smelt the pie because she appears all unwashed unkempt. Alison just cuts a piece of the pie and take a seat. Cora follows her slightly. Stiles watches the hunter and werewolf eat half expecting Cora to rip Alison's throat out. Then Stiles realizes then that a neighbor has brought their first condolences, and it may not be perfect but it's something.