DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN TEEN WOLF, OR ERICA WOULD HAVE ENDED UP WITH STILES!

3rd person pov

A girl walked through the woods of Beacon Hills whistling, knowing the path that she walked although she had been gone for many years. As she continued leisurely strolling through the woods, she came upon a dilapidated house that had been burned by a fire, walking to a specific place in the yard she brought up the camera hanging from around her neck and shot a picture of the house. She stared at the sad house, and then walked up to the front door, left something on what used to be the porch in front of the door, and began the trek back to where she left her car. After she was gone, the door opened and a figure in black bent down to pick up the bouquet of white roses tied together with a blood red ribbon. Standing, the figure brought the flowers to his nose, and inhaled the scent with a small smile on his face, before returning into the house and closing the door behind him.

Annabelle Pov

I drove down the road and smiled as I passed the "Welcome to Beacon Hills" sign because I am finally back home. After a few minutes, I pulled up to the Beacon Hills Cemetery. After getting out of the car, I started to walk through the rows of tombstones, I looked up at the sky noticing that it was getting dark, but just barely. When I got to the grave I was looking for, I traced the name engraved on the stone, Theresa Lynn Lahey. A stray tear fell down my face and I sat down facing the stone, I sat there for a few minutes before I started talking to her.

"Hey, mom. I haven't been by for a long time, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be gone so long, but I was doing something important, so I couldn't just leave until it was finished. I've missed everyone here so much, especially little Isaac; I nearly came home a couple of times because I missed him so much. The real reason I'm back is to figure out what happened to find out what happened once Camden died. Mom, I'm so worried that he's being hurt, I remember cam sent me away before dad could do anything to me, but with me in a different country and cam dead, there's nothing stopping him from doing it to my baby brother. My little brother, who used to run around the house with a blanket tied like a cape pretending to be a superhero. I don't know what I would do if anything happened to him." I started crying just at the thought of harm coming to my brother, and then I heard someone walking up to me slowly, and I stopped crying and stood up to see who it was. I looked at their face, it looked familiar, and then I realized it was my baby brother. I smiled at him and wiped the tears off of my cheeks.

"Isaac is that you if it's not this is really awkward." I smiled awkwardly and he looked at me for a few seconds before recognition flashed in his eyes and in a second I was in a huge hug, and when I hugged him back tightly, I felt him wince and I pulled away. For the first time, I noticed the black eye, and I felt tears coming back into my eyes as I reached up to touch his cheek. "Did HE do this, did dad do this to you?" I could tell that he was a little surprised, but then I could see tears in his eyes too as he just nodded and went back to hugging me. I could feel him shaking in a way that only could mean that he is crying and my tears started back up. After a few minutes I pulled him down to sit on the ground, and he laid his head in my lap as I sang to him and ran my fingers through his curly hair.

"I can't say that everything's okay, cause I can see the tears you're crying, and I can't promise to take the pain away, but you can know I won't stop trying. I'll be the angel by your side, I will get you through the night. I'll be the strength you can't provide on your own, 'cause when you're down and out of time, and you think you've lost the fight, let me be the angel, the angel by your side."

I could feel when he stopped crying and he grabbed my hand, interlacing our fingers. When I finished, he sat up and wrapped his arm around my waist, I rested my head on his shoulder, and he finally started talking.

"Belle, where did you go? Where have you been for four years? I missed you so much, even more, when cam died, why didn't you come back when that happened. I used to hope every day that you would come home and you never did." I could hear the hurt and pain in his voice, and it took everything I had in me to not start crying again.

"I am so sorry, I know that probably doesn't mean much, but I really am. I've been in Alaska, I was helping do research on a wolf preserve, and I wasn't allowed to leave until the project was over. I have missed you every second that I was away from you, it was so hard to not be here, but before the project started, Cam wouldn't let me come home. Me leaving was Camden's idea, he was worried that dad would do something to me, so to prevent that he sent me away. The important thing is that I am here now, and nothing, bar death, will ever take me from you again. I'm planning on talking to Mr. Whittemore about becoming your guardian so that you can finally get away from that man. I already know that I'll win because first of all, Mr. Whittemore loves me, and second, if we tell them about the abuse and they search the house, we can't lose." I looked up at him with a grin, and then he sighed unhappily.

"I have to get back to work, I don't want to make him mad, plus I have practice in the morning" he got up and turned around to pull me up too. I sadly nodded then reached into the pocket of the jacket I was wearing; grabbing his wrist gently, I pulled up his sleeve and wrote down my cell number.

"You ever need me, any time of day, night, or morning, and I will come get you. No matter what!" I pulled the sleeve back down, and reached my arms around his neck to give him a hug, kissed his cheek, then I slowly turned to walk back to my car, as I reached the gate, I turned back around to see him glancing back as he got back to work digging another grave.

THIS IS GOING TO BE FUN!