Honestly, Stiles was hardly aware of anything around him while he waited for Quinn. His attention was on keeping pressure on Arya's wound, which, admittedly, grew into a harder task each passing second.

Although he had reached into the magic dimension to warm himself up and it had worked for the first couple of minutes, the constant effort of bending the energy currents wasn't helping him regain any strength. Soon, concentrating became harder, the magic harder to grasp. Thus, the warmth started to fade, causing Stiles' limbs to start shaking again.

Stiles couldn't help but wonder how long he had been in the river and why he was feeling so stupidly cold. He remembered falling into water before, heck, he remembered holding Derek for hours in the swimming pool, but even then, he hadn't felt as cold as now.

Somewhere, in a deep corner of his mind, the suspicion of something being wrong arose in his mind. However, he was too exhausted to give it much thought and thus, returned to his primary tasks. Concentrate on warmth and keep pressure on Arya's wound.

Finally, Stiles heard something move behind the trees in front of him. One second he feared the werewolves had come back to finish their job. There was no way he would be able to defend himself against them right now. There was no way he would be able to save Arya.

His worries were quickly subdued when two figures stepped out of the shadows. One of them was a boy a bit shorter than Stiles, glasses resting on his pale nose and a brown bag across his shoulder. Behind him was a man, tall and dressed in green. Quinn and Cedric.

The moment the boy's eyes fell on Arya, his eyes widened.

"Shit" he murmured, rushing forward to her side, kneeling down.

It took less than a second for Cedric to do the same as his son. Moving as fast as Stiles had never seen him, he kneeled down next to Quinn, both of them opposite to Stiles.

Without saying a word, Quinn opened his bag and pulled two vials out. One contained a blueish liquid while the other one was bigger and contained a thicker substance. Stiles didn't miss the boy's trembling hands. At least he wasn't the only one.

Quinn swallowed "Stiles, when I say go, I need you to remove your jacket as quickly as you can" the boy turned to look at Cedric "Dad, then I'll need you to pull Arya's shirt up, just so that I can see the wound and apply the lotion"

Cedric looked at Stiles expectantly, to which Stiles immediately nodded. The next second, Quinn unscrewed the vial with the blueish liquid, his hand already hovering over Arya's figure.

The boy looked at Stiles and nodded. Quickly, Stiles untied the knot he had made and removed his jacket from Arya's wound, leaving a clear sight on her blood stained T-shirt. Before Stiles had completely moved his hands away, Cedric had already pulled her shirt up, just a few centimetres, showing the lower part of her stomach.

Stiles' heart sank when he saw her skin. Blood tainted almost her entire stomach, dark and red blood, coming from five holes in her stomach. It wasn't like the usual gashes they got when fighting demons. Something had pierced deeply into her skin, leaving small but horrendous wounds.

In seconds, Quinn's hand came down and he let the liquid fall on Arya's wound. It was hard to tell what happened next, but Stiles saw for a moment how the wounds absorbed the liquid. Just in a few moments, the blue substance had disappeared from her skin and looking closely, Stiles noticed the bleeding had started slowing down.

Suddenly, Stiles felt something warm in his hand. Looking down he noticed he was touching Arya's arm. Some sort of heat seemed to come off from it. Focusing, Stiles realized the source of the heat were Arya's wounds, or much rather the liquid inside of them. Surprised, Stiles remembered he was still connected to the magic dimension, which meant his powers as a healer were theoretically also present.

He remembered how he had been able to feel things inside a body during the last few months. This time he was doing the same. Even though he knew he couldn't directly heal anyone or anything yet, he still could feel the wounds and their state.

And right now, he felt Arya healing.

He smiled and looked up at Quinn.

"It's working" he told him "She'll be fine"

Relief appeared on the boy's face. With calmer hands, he opened the second container. Carefully, he took some of the salve in his fingers and then spread it on Arya's hurt skin. Stiles didn't feel anything from the magic dimension directly related to that unguent, but he trusted Quinn.

After a few seconds, Quinn retrieved his hand and nodded at Cedric who, carefully, pulled Arya's shirt back down. One moment, they stared at Arya, unconscious on the ground. Quinn rested his hand affectionately on her shoulder.

But then, both of the newcomers seemed to get over their shock. Cedric was the first one to look up at Stiles.

"I need to know…" he trailed off the second he got a look at Stiles. A real look.

His eyes widened "Stiles! What happened to you?" he asked in utter worry.

Stiles frowned, he knew he was soaking wet but aside from that, he wasn't aware of any other physical symptom of the attack.

At his father's words, Quinn's eyes rose from his adoptive sister.

Like his father, he seemed completely surprised "Stiles" he asked carefully "Why are your lips blue?"

Taken completely by surprise, Stiles' hand snapped up to his lips. Naturally, when he tried to take a look at his fingers, looking for something that might indicate him what they had seen, he found nothing. The only thing he noticed was his trembling hand, shaking violently.

He looked past his hand at Quinn "I fell into the river" he replied "They pushed me"

Cedric shook his head. Moving quickly, he removed the green cloak he was wearing. With a few steps he arrived next to Stiles and swung it over the boy's shoulders.

Stiles had to admit, it felt incredibly good to have something dry to cover him up. Without really noticing, he pulled the cloak tighter, trying to tighten it around his body.

Quinn stared at him speechless "Stiles it's June, the water can't be so cold to have this effect"

And Stiles knew he was right. But he also knew the river had, in fact, been so cold. Or he had been a while inside the water. He dismissed the latter possibility almost instantly. If he had been too long inside the water, he wouldn't have gotten here in time to help Arya.

He must have been too deep in thoughts for in the next second, Quinn got on his feet and walked over to the river. From where he was sitting, Stiles could only see Quinn's back but as he kneeled down next to the shore, he guessed what he was doing.

Shaking his head, Quinn got on his feet and walked back. With a frown on his face, he stayed next to Cedric and looked at his father.

"It's ice-cold" he said, completely clueless "That's impossible. It's just… how?"

Cedric looked at his son for a moment, then his eyes travelled to Stiles for a moment. Stiles could see how he was thinking, he could almost see the neurons firing inside his brain. Apparently reaching a conclusion, he placed his hand on Quinn's shoulder and took one quick glance at the river.

"It looks like the werewolves weren't working alone" he replied "They must have had a mage helping them. A powerful one"

The old man shook his head. Frustrated, he rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger. After a few seconds, he sighed and raised his head again.

"We can't worry about this right now" he told Quinn and Stiles "We need to get Arya to the infirmary and we need to get you" he pointed at Stiles "somewhere warm"

Tee Wolf

After an hour, three cups of tea and two blankets around his shoulders, Stiles' temperature returned to normal. He was sitting in the brotherhood's infirmary, occupying one of the three chairs inside the tent. The moment he had come in, he had tried to move towards the chair but Quinn had immediately stopped him. Instead he had offered him a fresh set of clothes. All of them completely dry.

Walking to a more private part inside the tent, Stiles had changed his clothes. Miraculously, it had helped a lot to get rid of the cold. Before that moment, Stiles hadn't considered how big of an effect the wet clothes had had on the temperature.

Nonetheless, Arthur, Cedric's assistant, had reminded him that his lips hadn't returned to normal. Therefore, he had to stay in the brotherhood and wait inside a tent until he got warm. The constant shivering in his body hadn't helped convincing anyone he was getting warmer either. Thus, Stiles had been forced to sit down and drink the hot tea Arthur gave him while he was covered in blankets.

Cedric had soon taken off. After making sure Stiles was getting warm with Arthur's help and Arya was safely laying down inside the infirmary, her wounds having stopped bleeding, he got out of the tent. Probably, wanting to document everything and look for any clues regarding the werewolves.

Stiles knew he should call Scott. Since Walter's attack they had seen each other and talked several times, but they hadn't spent much time together. With Scott being busy with the pack and his Dad while Stiles got even more familiar with the brotherhood, their paths hadn't crossed much.

However, this was something Scott had to know no matter what. He might know who those werewolves were and why they had attacked them. And if not, that meant those two hadn't cared for this territory's alpha which meant they were rogue wolves.

Once he had rested and recovered his strength, Stiles would contact Scott. But right now, it was hard enough to keep his eyelids from falling shut.

Trying to find some distraction, Stiles let his eyes wonder across the room. Soon, they landed on Quinn, sitting on a lounge next to Arya's, his elbows pressing on his thighs and his chin resting and his palms. At first glanced, he seemed to be staring at her, but Stiles quickly noticed Quinn's mind was completely somewhere else. Judging by the frown and pain in his eyes, Stiles knew it wasn't anything positive.

"You okay?" he asked Quinn, eyeing the teen carefully.

Quinn quickly snapped out of his thoughts, he leaned back, straightening his spine and looking at his hands. He seemed to be trying to dry his palms with his pants, moving them up and down his thighs.

Not very convincingly, he nodded and looked at Stiles "Yeah… I mean… Of course, why shouldn't I?"

It only took one raised eyebrow from Stiles for Quinn to notice he wasn't buying it. There was something on the boy's mind, something bothering him and he wasn't good lying.

Giving in, Quinn shook his head "When you called, I knew exactly what to get from Eustace's cupboard. I didn't even think about it" he told Stiles slowly "I just knew"

For a moment, he stopped and looked down at his feet.

Finally, he shrugged, shaking his head. "But I just can't remember ever learning it" he sighed "I don't remember Eustace teaching me. I don't even remember what the potion was for. I just knew it was the right one"

Quinn looked up at Stiles and smiled sadly "I guess I still have some trouble coping with the gaps, you know?" he asked "I just can't really get used to not remembering."

Stiles supressed a sigh. He should have known it. What else could have bothered Quinn? It had been a problem for him since he had woken up in the hospital.

The blow to the head Walter had given Quinn had had a few consequences on Quinn they hadn't expected. One, actually. When Quinn had woken up, he hadn't been able to remember a single thing.

Not even Arya, Cedric, Stiles or the brotherhood. The start had been difficult since Quinn hadn't really been sure who to trust. However, with time his memories had started to return. His childhood, his family, his friends. Now, he was almost back to normal, he remembered most of the main events, most of the people. Sadly, Quinn was still really blurry on the details. Things like who he had talked to, about what, when he had done something or what he had done. Those things hadn't returned to him.

Stiles thought Quinn was able to remember the bigger picture but when it came to single scenes of his life, he had trouble accessing those memories. At first, Arya had been completely set on telling him everything he couldn't remember but, as life always was for them, things couldn't be that easy.

Before any doctor could tell them what a bad idea it was to tell Quinn everything on one blow, Arya had started talking. Confusion on Quinn's face had shifted from distrust to fear and then to pain, his breathing quickening. Stiles had immediately recognized what was happening to Quinn, he was way too familiar with it.

Quinn's panic attack hadn't lasted long but it had given them enough of a clue; telling Quinn what had happened wasn't the right way to approach things. Too much information could overload his brain and if they weren't careful enough, things could get much worse.

Stiles stared at his friend for a second, then he tried to return the sad smile.

"The gaps won't be there for long" he told him "Your mind just needs time"

Quinn nodded but Stiles could see he didn't believe his words entirely. And honestly, nor did Stiles. According to Lydia, amnesia was a delicate thing. There was, sadly, a chance of some memories remaining lost. Of course, Stiles hadn't mentioned that to anyone, not even Arya.

She, Cedric and the brotherhood had enough worries after all. Telling everyone Quinn might never really remember a few years of his life wasn't a thing he wanted them to carry too. In light of recent events, more worries were, in fact, the last thing they needed.

Because Stiles had a feeling deep inside those werewolves weren't a coincidence. There was something going on. Something that threatened the entire brotherhood. Something they shouldn't take lightly.

Teen Wolf

"And you waited until now to tell me?" Scott asked incredulous and angry "Stiles, what if they had come back?"

Leaning on the locker next to Scott's opened one, Stiles looked at his friend thoughtfully. Even though he was perfectly aware Stiles was now more than capable of looking after himself, the protectiveness hadn't vanished. Not at all.

But now, Stiles knew it wasn't there because Scott thought of him as useless or a burden. He knew it was simply because Scott didn't want to see him hurt. Because he wanted him to be safe.

"Well, for starters my phone is pretty much rubbish, so calling you wasn't really an option" Stiles replied slowly "Secondly, after I arrived at the brotherhood, there was no danger anymore and I was too tired"

Scott crossed his arms "Too tired?"

Stiles nodded.

That wasn't the answer Scott had wanted to hear. Stiles knew it. But he had honestly not seen the need to call Scott. After all, he highly doubted the werewolves were going to be dumb enough to attack the brotherhood.

Sighing, Scott closed his locker and looked at Stiles "Tell me no one got seriously injured"

Just the second Stiles was about to open his mouth and reply that he and Arya were now okay, Scott raised his hands to stop him from talking.

"And, please, tell me honestly what happened" he added.

The intention in his mind to not worry Scott crumbled in Stiles' mind. There was no real reason to tell him explicitly what had happened, but it had been quite a while since he and Scott had talked like this. Since they had openly discussed some threat to Beacon Hills like they had done before.

And lying wouldn't be a good way to strengthen the recovering trust between them.

"They pushed me into the river" Stiles admitted "And Arya got some serious wounds, but Quinn used Eustace's potion and she's now healing perfectly"

Scott nodded but then raised an eyebrow "You just got pushed into the river?"

Stiles opened his mouth and then closed it again. He thought about it for a moment, but he couldn't find anything wrong with that sentence. After all, he had fallen into the river.

"Yeah" he nodded.

Scott raised an eyebrow and Stiles knew he didn't really believe that was everything. But luckily, Scott didn't push it. Instead he gave Stiles one last incredulous glance, making clear he hadn't been fooled and then sighed.

"No one contacted me or anyone in the pack" he told Stiles "If they had come here peacefully, they would have asked permission to cross our territory or they would have at least done so quietly to not get my attention"

"Well, I don't think they came here peacefully" Stiles replied "Arya thought they might have had lost control and attacked us out of bad luck"

Scott rose an eyebrow "You don't believe her?"

After thinking one moment, Stiles shook his head "They followed us for almost an hour and waited for the best moment to attack" he told Scott "If they hadn't known what they were doing, they would have attacked us right away"

Nodding slowly, Scott turned around to face Stiles. After a second, something appeared in his eyes, an idea maybe.

"What colour were their eyes?" he asked urgently.

"Blue" the moment the word left Stiles' mouth he realised what he had just said. What that colour meant.

His eyes widened "They had killed before"

Scott nodded "So they are either betas or omegas" he deduced "Let's hope they don't have an alpha"

Stiles let his head fall back on the lockers behind him "It just doesn't make sense" he spat out letting his frustration get the better of him "Why? How did they even know what we were? It just…"

He felt a comforting hand on his shoulder "We'll figure it out" Scott said reassuringly "Don't worry"

Before Stiles could even think of what to reply, the bell rang. Students started clearing the hallways rapidly, getting into their class rooms.

Scott glanced at Stiles "Meet me in front of Deaton's after school. I'll tell the pack. Maybe someone else saw something"

Stiles nodded "Will do"

Just as Scott was turning around to leave, Stiles thought of one last question.

"Scott?" he asked to get his attention back.

The alpha turned around almost immediately "Yes?"

"You haven't told any of them, right?" he asked, then specified "About the whole prophecy thing? About my part in it?"

Scott smiled reassuringly and shook his head "No, your secret is safe"

Teen Wolf

Just like he had told him, Scott was waiting outside of Deaton's when Stiles parked his jeep there. Judging by the cars parked nearby, Stiles guessed the entire pack was inside as well. Somehow, everything seemed rather familiar to Stiles even though he hadn't been here in months.

When he got out of his jeep, just for a moment, it seemed like nothing had changed at all. Like he hadn't been thrown out of the pack and like he hadn't ever discovered his magical abilities. It felt like the old times. Before things with the pack had started going downhill.

Stiles' mind returned to reality when he stepped out of his jeep. Scott waited for him to reach his side and then, together they entered the veterinarian's clinic.

"Have you remembered anything useful?" Scott asked Stiles as they stepped through the deserted waiting room and the empty counter.

Stiles sighed "Nothing useful" he admitted "His clothes were torn, and he wasn't wearing shoes, but that hardly gives us any clue"

Scott shook his head "There has to be some clue somewhere"

Thinking about Scott's words, Stiles stepped into the room where the pack usually met. To his surprise, the metal table was still the same he remembered. The cupboards, the shelves, everything seemed exactly like he remembered it.

The pack was also there. Lydia was talking to Malia and Liam, Derek was staring out of the window and Deaton was leaning on a counter, looking at a few flasks with herbs. Again, for just a second, Stiles felt something, some sort of familiarity.

Deaton was the first one to notice them arriving. His eyes wondered up, finding Scott and then Stiles. As soon as their glances met, he smiled at Stiles.

"I'm glad to see you again, Stiles" he said, putting the containers back into a cupboard.

Stiles smiled back "Likewise"

That second, every set of eyes seemed to travel to Stiles. It wasn't anything strange for him to be here, the pack had met here a thousand of times. But this was the first time Stiles set foot in this building again in a long time. It was, in fact, the first time he joined the pack in a serious meeting since that night in front of his jeep.

Knowing Stiles had probably blushed because of all the attention, Scott stepped forward and attracted all the attention to himself.

"Now that we're all here, let's start" he said, walking over to the table and resting his fists on it "Have any of you been contacted by a werewolf?"

No one answered. For a second, the pack only shook their hands, then Lydia raised her voice.

"I think they wanted to go by unnoticed" she replied "Malia and I went to the woods yesterday to train and she didn't get a single scent of anyone"

"That means they just came here to what?" asked Derek "Attack the first members of the brotherhood they found?"

Stiles quickly noticed Scott's shoulders tense as the same thought he had struck him. Carefully, he looked at Stiles.

"Was there any chance you and Arya were targeted specifically?" he asked slowly.

Only three persons in the room knew what those words meant. Stiles was The Swords' Master, he had remarkable powers like no one inside the brotherhood and this wouldn't be the first time someone tried to kill him because of it.

However, after considering it for a moment, he quickly dismissed it "No" he replied firmly "They had no idea who we were. It seemed like they just… like they didn't care about it."

"Has Arya said anything?" Scott asked "I mean, maybe she got time to talk to them while you were in the river"

Stiles shook his head "She was unconscious when I found her, and she hasn't woken"

From the other side of the room, Derek rose an eyebrow "You fell into a river?"

"They pushed me" Stiles quickly retorted "I don't know how long I was in there but when I found Arya, the werewolves had already left"

Lydia shook her head and frowned "Does that mean they only came here to attack members of the brotherhood and didn't think it necessary to tell us anything?"

"Maybe" Malia rose her voice "They thought we didn't know about the brotherhood. It isn't long since we acknowledged each other's existence. Maybe they thought we wouldn't notice"

"But that still doesn't explain why they attacked us" Stiles commented "The one didn't even talk, he just stared at us and then attacked"

Derek crossed his arms and looked at Stiles "And you're sure they knew what they were doing?"

Sighing, Stiles shrugged "I can't be entirely sure, but I saw how lucid their eyes were. I would bet they were completely aware of everything"

"Besides" added Liam "There was no full moon yesterday"

Silence fell over the room while each member of the pack submerged in their thoughts, trying to come up with an explanation or a theory. Somehow, the attack had to make sense. After a few seconds, Stiles remembered something Cedric had said.

"There is a reason to believe they weren't working alone" he said "Someone with magic helped them, probably a mage"

"Why?" asked Deaton, frowning at Stiles.

Well, it was nice while it had lasted, thought Stiles. Scott wouldn't like that he hadn't told him about the ice-cold water but now it might be a helpful clue of some sort.

"When I fell into the river, the water was cold…" he started.

Liam looked at Stiles like he wasn't the smartest cookie in the bunch "Stiles, water is usually cold"

Rolling his eyes, Stiles shook his head "No, it wasn't just cold" he retorted "It was really cold, like ice-cold. Like, I couldn't stop shaking"

"That's not possible" Malia commented.

Stiles nodded "That's why there had to be a mage somewhere" he answered "someone who could not only produce heat, but also absorb it. However, I've never met anyone able to do that"

"Well, it isn't that difficult" Lydia commented.

All eyes fell on her. She looked up and shrugged like she did when something was entirely clear for her but a mystery for everyone around her.

"Well, from what I've gathered, magic is basically some sort of manipulation of energy" she explained "And heat is the movement of molecules. If you can control their kinetic energy, you can slow them down and thus, cool something down"

She looked at Stiles, thinking "If you really tried, you could even take away all of the kinetic energy and bring it to absolute zero"

"And that's possible?" asked Malia, her eyes jumping from Lydia to Stiles "To mix magic and science that easily?"

One second, Stiles didn't answer and tried to think about it. Once, he had used his scientific knowledge to find more powerful magic and use it to his will, but that had been different. He had only deduced hot things had a higher amount of magic in them than cold ones.

But something as specific as manipulating molecules? Was that possible?

Suddenly, two memories appeared in his mind.

The first one was of him, walking next to Arya as she explained how the powers of a psionic worked. Together with Derek and Scott they had been walking towards the brotherhood, knowing Walter's demonic army was about to attack. Out of nowhere, someone had asked something he hadn't really given much thought.

How was Walter able to blind people? How was he able to paralyze someone? How was Walter able to cause every single kind of pain however painful he wanted?

Arya had shaken her head and said she didn't know. Psionics were able to read minds, to communicate telepathically, to put images into other people's heads. But not a single one of them had ever been able to do what Walter did.

The other memory had originated later that day. Stiles remembered being in the woods Scott and Arya, both of them unable to fight because of Walter, Benedict aiming a gun at him, about to shoot him, Quinn stopping Benedict, Walter getting furious at the boy.

He remembered the words he had said.

"You gave the bad guy exactly what he wanted. Not only information about Stiles but also how to improve my powers using science"

Stiles' eyes widened. It was possible. Quinn had figured it out, that genius had figured it out. And because no one had wanted to listen to his infinite jabber about science, he had told Benedict. Benedict who had immediately told Walter everything. Thus, Walter had known how to do it.

He had figured out pain, movement and sight. He had figured out all of them had a scientific background in the brain. And he had used that knowledge to improve his powers.

Stiles looked up at Malia "It is possible" he quickly said "Walter did it. Walter knew how."

"That's terrible news" Derek commented, crossing his arms "So now there aren't just random werewolves trying to kill you, there are also magic users that have vastly improved powers who are willing to help them"

"We need to figure out more about these werewolves" Scott stated determinedly "Tonight we'll go into the woods and see if we can get anything. A scent, a piece of cloth, footprints, anything"

Stiles looked at Scott "I can show you our route and where they attacked us, that might help you find something"

One second no one moved. Their eyes crossed, and everything seemed to halt. Then, a tiny grin appeared on Scott's lips and he nodded.

"I'll also go to the brotherhood and talk to Arya, see if she knows something I don't" he explained.

The pack in front of him nodded. Before everyone left the clinic, they arranged a time and place to meet. They would meet in front of Stiles' house at 8pm and he would show them the way to the clearing where he usually parked. Thereon, they would walk the same way he and Arya usually did and look for hints.

While planning everything, Stiles felt something. The way Malia looked at him, the way Derek crossed his arms, the way Lydia listened, the way Scott organized everything. All of those things arose something in Stiles' chest.

It wasn't until they had all left the clinic and Stiles was sitting alone in his jeep after having parked close to the brotherhood that he consciously acknowledged that feeling. Sitting there and leaning on his seat, he realized what it was.

After so long, he had almost forgotten.

Stiles had felt like he belonged to the pack.

Teen Wolf

As soon as Stiles stepped into the brotherhood, he realized something was wrong. Not really knowing why, he felt he was back to the first time he had come to the brotherhood and gotten out of his jeep. He was reminded of the curious looks the entire brotherhood had given him and how each of them had examined him quietly, without really daring to speak to him.

Right now exactly the same was happening.

While he walked towards the infirmary, wanting to take a look at Arya, he started to notice how the heads of the members of the brotherhood snapped in his direction. Neither did he miss the discrete whispering as he passed by, nor the quickly walking people around him.

There was something wrong.

And it probably concerned him.

Frowning, Stiles decided to quicken his pace. Maybe it had something to do with Arya, maybe her wounds hadn't healed after all, maybe there hadn't been enough of Eustace's potions left.

After each passing second, Stiles' heartbeat increased its velocity. Eustace, the only healer, was dead. That meant no one would be able to help her, no one would know what to do. If she really was in grave danger, he would have no choice but to take her to hospital. It would be incredibly hard to come up with a cover up story, but if it was the only way to save her life…

Not having realized how quickly he had been walking, Stiles suddenly slammed into something hard in front of him. Disoriented, he stepped back, doing his best to not lose his balance. After shaking his head, he looked up only to spot Arabella, wearing a red cloak with incredibly tangled hair.

Her eyes were wide, her movements frantic but Stiles didn't really worry about it. She was a seer, her abilities kind of included being stuck between reality and visions. Therefore, she was always late, distracted and a bit weird.

For one second, Stiles wondered if that would happen to him too.

However, he soon through the thought aside.

"Sorry, I was just…" he started to apologize.

The moment Arabella's eyes landed on Stiles, they widened and her yaw fell open. For one second, she stared at him, then grabbed his arms abruptly, closing her delicate but strong hands around them.

"You're here" she whispered "You need to see it. You have to see it"

Trying to not be very rude, Stiles tried to free himself from her grasp "What?" he asked worried "What do I need to see?"

She didn't let go of him "The message" she answered like it was the most obvious thing in the world "They left one. About you"

Forgetting his attempt to escape, Stiles stared at her "What message?" he asked with wide eyes.

"Cedric will tell you" she answered "He said… he said… we shouldn't talk about you. We should act normal. But it won't help. I know. I saw it. I saw the fire…"

"What are you talking about?" Stiles asked, losing his temper.

The woman shook her head and finally let go of him "It won't work. Stiles, I know…"

"Arabella!" suddenly shouted someone a few metres behind her.

Both Stiles' and Arabella's eyes snapped towards the source of the sound. Cedric was walking towards them with a quick pace. Mumbling underneath his breath, he shook his head repeatedly.

"Thank you for finding him, Arabella" he told the seer "I'll take it from here"

The woman eyed Stiles for a second, almost like she wanted to say something but didn't really know if she should. Finally, she shook her head, then smiled at him and turned around, walking away quickly.

Cedric arrived at Stiles' side and placed a hand on his shoulder "Are you okay?"

One second, Stiles didn't acknowledge the question. Arabella's words were still bouncing up and down his mind. What had she been talking about? Why hadn't she been clearer?

All of a sudden, he remembered why he had been walking so fast. Quickly, he looked at Cedric.

"Is Arya okay?" he asked.

Cedric frowned for a moment but nodded carefully. "She woke up a couple of hours ago, you can go talk to her, but I need to tell you something first"

The old mage started to walk towards his tent, keeping his hand on Stiles' shoulder. It didn't take long for them to arrive. As soon as he stepped into the curtains, Stiles was met with a desk full of papers, a couple of shelves and two chairs facing each other across the desk.

Before Cedric could ask him to do anything, he spoke.

"What message was Arabella talking about?" he asked suspiciously.

Cedric sighed. He walked over to his chair and sat down. Slowly, Stiles followed his example and sat across from him.

After a few seconds of looking at his papers, Cedric looked up at Stiles "We still don't know why the werewolves attacked you and Arya"

Stiles nodded slowly, not really knowing what all of this had to do with the so-called message. Maybe Cedric was trying to change the topic, maybe he wanted to hide something…

It wouldn't be the first time, Stiles thought bluntly.

The mage took in a deep breath "Whatever reason it was, it has a far bigger background than we imagined"

Stiles remained quiet. He didn't really know what Cedric wanted to get at.

"They want revenge" Cedric continued "So much we've gathered. But we have no idea why or what we supposedly did to offend them"

"We also don't know how many of them are involved and how long they will remain attacking" the mage continued.

Suddenly seeming completely defeated, Cedric let himself fall back on his chair "But some werewolves left a message near where you and Arya were attacked" he continued "We found it in the morning, Arya insisted on someone going back to find Joyeuse"

Maybe Stiles would have smiled at Arya's behaviour. Maybe he would have found it funny in other circumstances. He had always thought Arya and her sword had a rather weird relationship.

But he felt what heaviness laid in Cedric's words. He could see how serious the thing was that he was about to say. He just knew it wasn't anything good. Not in the least.

"I've told the entire brotherhood to not speak of The Sword's Master" he suddenly changed the topic "As far as we know, they still don't know your identity. We have to keep things that way, Stiles. Your real identity can't under any circumstances leave this camp. Understand?"

Stiles frowned. What the hell was happening? What did all of this have to do with the message? Why shouldn't the werewolves know about his identity?

Cedric took a deep breath and then let the air out slowly "Stiles, they're here because of you" he finally admitted "I don't know what they want revenge for, but they blame The Swords' Master for it. Stiles, they came here to find out who you are and kill you"

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