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Songs for Chapter

"Amsterdam" – Daughter (Charlie/Derek)

"How"- The Neighborhood (Charlie/Agatha/Madeline)

"Hollywood Forever Cemetery"- Father John Misty (Charlie/Thomas)

"Seven Devils"- Florence + the Machine (The Dinner Party)

"Bad Blood"- Bastille (Charlie/Siobhan)

"The Devil Within"- Digital Daggers (Charlie attacked)

"Terra Firma"- The Daylights (The Resistance)

"Don't Tell Me That It's Over"- Amy MacDonald (Charlie/Thomas/Molly/Derek phone call)

"Dirty Paws"- Of Monsters and Men (Charlie/Allison)

It had been two days since anyone had heard from Derek. Two days since Boyd was killed. Cora, Stiles, and Charlie stood around in the loft. The female beta looked outside the window as it rained. Stiles looked at her in confusion after hearing a story about a time when Derek hid from hunter. Charlie stood quietly leaning against a column quietly.

"They were there for two days, waiting, hiding. That's what we're taught to do when the hunters find us. Hide and heal" Cora explained.

"Okay, so is two days standard, then, or are we thinking Derek's on, like, some extended getaway?" Stiles looked at the female beta

"Why do you care?" Cora glared turning around looking at the teen.

"Why do I care?" Stiles frowned. "Let's see... because over the last few weeks, my best friend's tried to kill himself. His boss nearly got ritually sacrificed. A girl that I've known since I was three was ritually sacrificed. Boyd was killed by Alphas. One of my other best friend's, who's in love with your brother and his mate by the way, went from hell and back in freaking Scotland. I... do you want me to keep going? 'Cause I can, all right? For, like, an hour."

"You think Derek can do anything about that?" Cora asked walking towards him.

"Well, since he's the one everyone seems to be after, it's more like he should do something about it, yeah" Stiles nodded quickly.

"I don't know" Cora said shaking her head. "There's something different about him now. He wasn't like this when we knew him."

"What was he like?" Stiles asked.

Peter walked down from the spiral staircase and looked at the group. "A lot like Scott, actually. A lot like most teenagers... unbearably romantic, profoundly narcissistic, tolerable really only to other teenagers particularly to a certain red head in this room" he said walking over to the table.

"And so what happened? What changed him?" Stiles asked the former Alpha.

"Well, the same thing that changes a lot of young men... a girl" Peter said simply.

"You're telling me some girl broke his little heart? That's why Derek is the way he is?" Stiles asked in disbelief and looked over at Charlie. "What the hell did you do to him Charlie?"

"It wasn't me" Charlie said running her hands through her hair and sighing.

"Contrary to popular belief the lovely Charlotte Grierson hasn't been the only girl in Derek's life" Peter rolled his eyes. "Even though I think he tends to act as such."

"If you don't get to the point, I'm seriously considering punching you in the face" Stiles groaned.

"Do you remember Derek before he was an Alpha had blue eyes?" Peter looked over at Cora and then Stiles. "Do you know why some wolves have blue eyes?"

"I just always thought it was, like, a genetic thing" Stiles twitched slightly.

"If you want to know what changed Derek, you need to know what changed the color of his eyes" Peter said looking over at Charlie. "You know the story Charlie. Enlighten them."

Charlie looked between Peter, Stiles, and Cora and then back down at the ground. "Paige" she finally spoke looking up. "Her name was Paige."


Stiles looked at Peter in disbelief as he finished telling him and Cora about the first time Derek met Paige. He couldn't believe that Derek was actually a normal high school student once and liked another human being besides Charlie. He looked over at Charlie and then back over at Peter.

"Okay, so if Derek was a sophomore back then, how old was he? How old were you? How old are you now?" Stiles said throwing questions at the werewolves.

"Not as young as we could have been, but not as old as you might think" Peter smirked at the teen.

"Okay, that was frustratingly vague. How old are you?" the teen looked over at Cora and Charlie.

"I'm 17" Cora shrugged.

"I'll be 23 on Halloween" Charlie answered.

"See, that's an answer. That's how we answer people" Stiles said looking back over at Peter.

"Well, 17 how you'd measure in years" Cora suddenly spoke up.

"Also I've been living the same life multiple times if we want to get technical" Charlie said her voice trailing off.

"All right, I'm just going to drop it" Stiles sighed. "What happened to Derek and the cello girl?"

"What do you think happened? They were teenagers. One minute, it's, I hate you, don't talk to me. The next, it's frantic groping in any dark corner they could manage to find themselves alone for five minutes" Peter explained to everyone. "Their favorite dark corner was an abandoned distillery outside of Beacon Hills."

"All right, hold up. How do you know all this? You just said that they were alone" Stiles

"Back then, I wasn't just Derek's Uncle. I was his best friend, his closest confidante. That's how I know" Peter looked at everyone.

Before Peter could continue with his story, Charlie stood up from the chair she was sitting in and began to walk towards the exit of the loft.

"Where are you off to?" Peter asked frowning at the witch.

"Going to find Derek" Charlie said simply, turning around.

"You have no idea where he is" Cora protested frowning.

"Hmm, no I actually have a pretty good idea" Charlie shrugged. "Peter was right about the bond. Easy to locate him now."

"You're not going to hear the rest of the story?" Stiles asked her.

"I know how it ends" Charlie looked at the teen. "Derek and I are due for a long overdue talk and I think that takes priority don't you think?"

"Well that's perfectly acceptable except some people in this room are interested in the details of that story. Care to share?" Peter smirked.

"Long story, wait for the movie" Charlie said before turning a heel and walking out of the loft.

Peter looked at his niece and Stiles. "Well will you tell me what happened to her? Cause I know for a fact the both of you knows."

"Not a chance" Stiles glared. "And besides you're the one telling the story. What happened next?"


Charlie walked into the abandoned distillery. She knew Derek was here somewhere. She could feel it. She understood why he was so distraught. Killing Boyd, it was like killing Paige all over again. She walked deeper into the distillery and stopped, looking around.

"How'd you find me?" she heard someone say behind her.

"Wasn't that hard" Charlie replied almost instantly. "One of the perks being your mate. Really easy to sense where you are at times." She turned around to see Derek standing right behind her. His face was emotionless and stoic. She saw his eyes look her up and down and then over to her arm. She knew he was staring at the mark.

"You're not covering it up anymore" he commented.

"There's no reason to now that everyone knows" the witch shrugged.

"What are you doing here Charlie?" Derek breathed. "I don't understand why you came to find me. You should hate me."

"I know I should hate you" Charlie said nodding and crossing her arms. "You should hate me just as much, but I can't hate someone I love." Derek looked at her slightly shocked by what she had just said. She loved him, despite everything that had just happened in the past few day she loved him.

"I guess we're just all works in progresses right?" she shrugged. "But like I said. You should hate me. You have more of a reason to." She sat down on a nearby crate and took a deep breath. "You're going to hate me after what I tell you. I'm going to tell you about what happened in Scotland. You need to understand why I did the things I did."

Derek walked closer to her and sat beside her silently. "So tell me" he said looking at her. His eyes went to the mark on her shoulder once more. He lifted his hand and brushed his finger against the tattoo sending shivers up her spine. "True mates are rare for us. I've never even met another wolf who's had one."

"It showed up the day I left for Scotland" she said quietly. "I didn't know what it was until I had been in Scotland for two months. According to my aunt, its not the first time this mark has shown up in one of my lives." Derek looked at her and frowned slightly.

"Derek this life isn't the first time we've met. We've met in every life I've had. You've always had a different name, but you've always been a werewolf. We've always fallen in love and it's always ended badly for us."

"How did you learn about this?" he suddenly spoke up.

"I have dreams. There's also a book that my Gran just gave me, that I'm slowly going through, but my mother and my aunt told me most everything" Charlie shrugged.

Derek stared at her in shock. He almost wasn't sure if he heard her correctly. Siobhan was alive. "I thought your mother was dead" he stated.

"No she's very much alive" Charlie sighed. "One of the many surprises I had while in Scotland.


Charlie took a deep breath as she walked down the long path towards the Ross estate. The cab driver had refused to drive her to the house. Something about the place was believed to be haunted, but honestly she didn't mind. Walking would help her clear her head. She looked at her phone. She already had three voicemails from her Gran and multiple texts from Derek. She hated ignoring them both, but ever since she got off the plane, she had this eerie feeling that she was being watching. Looking around the ground, she noticed numerous men in suits and sunglasses. Security she assumed. Each of them were looking at her closely and looking at one another. They knew who she was. She stopped when she saw the house. It wasn't a very large castle, but it still had that medieval feel to it. She remembered the pictures her dad showed of her it, but other than that her memories of it were nothing. As she got closer to the castle, she saw some staff in the front steps staring at her.

"Miss Grierson" she was greeted by a man. "I'm Harry, the butler. We've been expecting you. Madame Ross is expecting you in the back gardens."

"Okay" Charlie only nodded.

"Here let me take your bag and Parker will show you to the back" Harry said taken her duffle bag from her. The woman beside him in a maid outfit nodded and motioned for her to follow her inside. As soon as she walked into the castle, a feeling of dread came over her, as if she wasn't meant to be here or someone else was watching her once more. Parker led her to a backdoor and opened it. Walking out was a large backyard with a colorful garden. In the middle of it was a table with teapots and cookies and sat an older woman with blonde hair and a younger woman with dark hair. Charlie just somehow knew that the blonde haired woman was her grandmother Agatha.

"Oh my goodness" Agatha exclaimed getting up from the table. She walked over to Charlie and touched both of her cheeks. "My dear Charlotte you have grown into a beautiful young woman." Charlie just looked at Agatha strangely for a moment.

"Oh" her grandmother's face fell. "You must not remember much about me do you? You were only three when you….uh…. left."

"I'm sorry I don't really remember you" Charlie said shaking her head slightly.

"Well you will get to know me soon enough" Agatha smiled. "I am your Granny after all. That's what you and Thomas called me as children."

Charlie's heart stopped at the mention of Thomas's name. She wondered where her brother was and what he was like. Would he blame her for leaving? Did her dear Granny manipulate him into thinking that she was running from her destiny? Did he know the truth about their mother trying to kill her?

"Come have a seat dear and meet the rest of the family" Agatha smiled at her. She led her over to the table where a woman with black hair was sitting drinking tea. "Charlotte darling, this is your Aunt Madeline."

"Oh my goodness" Madeline said standing up and looking her over. "She looks just like Siobhan except she has Nathaniel's eyes that's for sure." Her aunt went over and hugged her catching Charlie off guard. It bothered her how her family talked about her father like it was nothing, but then again it was her mother's family.

"What you lack in the Ross side for magic you definitely make up for in looks. I'm glad the Grierson side didn't completely take over" Agatha quipped.

"Like that would have been a bad thing?" Charlie glared slightly.

"Of course not" Agatha said sweetly. "You still have Ross blood flowing through your veins and that's all that matters my dear. You are one of us. Now sit and have some tea and biscuits."

"Now from what I understand you go by Charlie now is that correct?" Agatha looked at her as she poured some tea.

"Charlotte's fine" Charlie replied almost instantly. "I only let my friends call me Charlie."

"And not family?" Agatha raised an eyebrow, as did Madeline.

"Well I don't particularly know a lot of my family nor do I trust them" Charlie shot back. "Cut the crap Agatha. How'd you find me?"

"And straight to the point she goes" Madeline spoke up from taking a sip of her tea.

"It wasn't exactly that difficult my dear. We have eyes and ears everywhere. Actually you'll get to meet some of them tonight. Let's just enjoy this time together before we dig up the past. That's what dinner is for anyway" Agatha said cryptically.

Before Charlie could respond, a young man with sandy blonde hair ran over to the table. Charlie frowned slightly as she watched him kiss Agatha on the check. Her face fell slightly. She knew exactly who it was.

"Sorry I'm late Granny, I lost track of time" the young man spoke.

"Oh it's quite alright darling. Our guest has just arrived" Agatha beamed. "Thomas meet your sister."

Thomas looked over across the table with wide eyes. He just stared at the red head in shock. Charlie just stared at him as well, neither one of them speaking. His blue eyes almost felt as they were piercing through her soul. She couldn't tell if he was happy or upset to see her. The blonde sat down beside his grandmother and smirked slightly.

"Finally decide to stop running I see? Don't blame you, it's a pain having to look for you day in and day out" he glared slightly.

"Here's an idea maybe you should have stopped a while ago" Charlie shrugged.

"And what would have been the fun in that" Thomas smirked.

"Well surely you must be exhausted my dear" Agatha suddenly spoke. "Thomas why don't you show your sister to her room and dinner's at eight sharp. We'll have someone come and get you." Her grandmother looked at her clothing and frowned slightly. "You did bring something nicer didn't you?"

"I only brought normal clothes" Charlie shrugged. "I hadn't planned on being here that long to be honest."

"Oh no matter" Agatha sighed. "We'll find you something suitable. Thomas will you show Charlotte to her to her room."

"Yes Granny" Thomas said nodding his head. The two siblings got up and Thomas motioned for the redhead to follow him. The pair walked in silence towards the house. Charlie wondered what he was thinking. She would understand why her brother would have some ill feelings towards her, but it seemed like he had a full grown hatred for her.

"I'm getting the impression you don't like me that much" she suddenly spoke as they walked through the house.

"You presume correctly" Thomas said icily.

Charlie didn't bother looking around or answer him. She hadn't even been in the country for a full twenty-four hours and she wanted out. She followed Thomas up a set of staircases and down a long hallway, stopping at a door.

"Someone will come and bring you something to wear for dinner and tell you when we're about to have dinner. I wouldn't suggest going off anywhere" he stated.

"Why's that?" Charlie asked crossing her arms. "Technically this is my home too."

Thomas laughed slightly and shook his head. "It may be, but it doesn't mean you're exactly welcomed here" he walked closer to her.

"I'm not afraid of any of you" Charlie snapped at her brother.

Thomas stepped away and just looked at her. "You should be little sister. You should be" he sneered.


Peter stood in front of the window and drew the spiral on the condensation after telling Stiles and Cora the conflict between the packs and the hunters. "Our mark for vendetta" he spoke.

"Man, you guys really take that revenge thing to, like, a whole new level, don't you?" Stiles commented.

"It's not just revenge. Losing a member of your pack isn't like losing family. It's like you lose a limb" Cora explained. "I don't get it. What does this have to do with Derek?"

"Everything. It's never just a single moment. It's a confluence of events. Personally, I looked at Ennis' circumstances, I saw a profound loss. Derek saw something different. He saw opportunity" Peter smirked at the teens.

"Opportunity? To do what?" Stiles frowned slightly.

"To always be with her."


Charlie looked at herself in the mirror. The long black evening gown made her feel way too overdressed for dinner. She hadn't questioned where the dress came from or why she was required to wear it, but it still bothered her that her family was still living in the dark ages with fancy dinner parties. She looked closer at her shoulder. It was completely bare thanks to makeup. She didn't know what that mark was, but she didn't need her family knowing about it. Thomas's threat still hung in the back of her mind. She knew that her family would obviously attempt to either kill her or make her take power, but it seemed like there was something else underneath his threat. She heard a knock on the door and after a few moments it opened and Thomas stepped through.

"Dinner is almost ready" he stated. "Granny asked me to come fetch you." The silence between the two of them was broken by the sound of Charlie's phone ringing on the table in the middle of the room. Thomas quickly walked over and snatched it before Charlie could beat him to it. He looked at the phone. He saw the name Derek on the screen along with a picture of a man and his sister, smiling together.

"Your boyfriend is calling you" he raised an eyebrow and offering her the phone. "Best to answer him. Werewolves have quite the temper don't they?" he sneered. The phone stopped ringing and Thomas just smirked at her. "You know you're not what I quite expected little sister, but then I'm not exactly sure what I was expecting."

"Sorry to disappoint you" Charlie said icily.

"Who said you did?" Thomas raised an eyebrow. Suddenly a man with shaggy brown hair popped his head into the bedroom.

"Is this her?" he grinned. "Thomas you didn't tell me you're sister was hot." The man walked in and over towards Charlie taking her hand and gently kissing it. "James McCaver at your service. Best friend of your brother and troublemaker to all."

Thomas just rolled his eyes at his friend's statement. "We best not keep Granny and the other guests waiting."

"Of course not" James smiled. "Shall we?" he offered his arm to Charlie.

"Sure" the redhead nodded still slightly confused over why Thomas's best friend was being so friendly towards her. He led her out of the room and down the hallway.

"So Thomas tells me you're from America" James spoke. "Is it nice there?"

"I enjoy it" Charlie nodded.

"What about the other supernatural creatures in your town? Do the werewolves bother you as much as what they do to us here?" James continued with his questions.

"Can't be too much since she's sleeping with one of them" Thomas quipped.

James pouted slightly. "So that bet we made when we were seven about how I could marry your sister no longer stands?"

"Bet?" Charlie asked in disbelief.

"Oh yeah" James nodded happily. "You're brother and I made a bet that if I could beat him in a race I could marry you."

"What would Chelsea, or Emily, or Cynthia say if you left them for another woman, you womanizer?" Thomas looked at him.

"That will be dealt with when the time comes" James winked at Charlie. The three of them walked downstairs and towards the dining room. Charlie could already hear people chatting in the room. She took a deep breath as they walked in. She stopped Agatha and Madeline immediately, but the others she didn't recognize. Agatha immediately spotted the three of them and she walked over to Charlie with open arms.

"Oh my dear" Agatha hugged her. "You're beautiful. You look more Scottish now than before. I like you this way."

"Thank you I think?" Charlie said her voice trailing off. Agatha smiled and grabbed a glass from one of the nearby waiters and handed it to you. She looked up and smiled.

"Oh good you're here" Charlie turned around and her mouth dropped open. Standing before her was Wendy. The elder witch looked at her emotionless and looked at Agatha.

"I see you didn't tell her I was here Agatha" Wendy glared slightly.

"You know how I like surprises" Agatha smirked. "Tell me Charlie, you remember our conversation from earlier. Wendy was the one who told us where you were, in exchange for some extra lives of course."

All the color from Charlie's face left. She felt sick and closed her eyes before opening them. Wendy was the reason that she was found. But why? She opened her mouth to speak, but before she could her grandmother cut her off.

"There's someone else here who wants to see you Charlotte" Agatha looked at her and then motioned to the side. The younger witch slightly rolled her eyes and looked over in the opposite direction and her face fell.

The glass in Charlie's hand dropped to the ground and shattered. She breathed heavily as she saw the figure approach her. She prayed desperately that she was in a dream. That she wasn't in Scotland. That her mother, her living mother was not walking towards her at this very moment. The witch slowly backed away but felt herself grabbed from behind by Thomas.

"Don't be rude little sister" Thomas sneered in her ear. "Our mother has missed you. You wouldn't want to disappoint her."

Siobhan Grierson walked over to her daughter and looked her up and down, gasping. "Oh Charlotte, you're even more beautiful than what I remember sweetheart. You have Nathaniel's eyes."

"Don't you dare say his name" Charlie snapped. "You have no right to. Not after what you did. Get the hell away from me."

"Charlotte don't be rude" Agatha scolded. "Listen to your mother."

"No mother she's right" Siobhan said sadly. "I have no right to. Not after everything I've put her through. Charlotte, I know I am the last person that should be asking this, but I would like your forgiveness. I'm done hunting you. I don't want your power. I just want you back. I know I have a lot to make up to, but I'm changing. Just ask Wendy."

Charlie looked over at her other aunt and frowned slightly. "Its true Charlie" Wendy nodded. "Siobhan's changing. Your brother has seen it. She's done coming after you."

Charlie just stared at the group of witches in shock, breathing heavily. "I don't believe any of you" she glared icily.

"Stubborn like her father" Agatha sighed. "That Grierson side again."

"I'd like to propose a toast" Siobhan suddenly announced causing everyone to stop their chatter and turn to her. "As many of you know, for years I have been hunting my daughter for her power. In the past few years and in light of recent events, I've seen the error of my way. I don't want power over this coven anymore. More than anything I want my family back together. I want my daughter back where she belongs. With her family. Her people. Her own kind. I stand before you all today with a promise. A promise that I intend to keep. I am done with my search for power. What is meant to happen will happen. I'm going to do better. I'm going to be a better daughter. A better leader" she looked over at Thomas and Charlie. "And more than anything a better mother. We can't rewrite the past, but we can move forward. We all can be forgiven and given a second chance. Welcome home sweetheart."

"Here, here!" Madeline exclaimed smiling at her sister. The other witches nodded and everyone took a sip from their glasses. Charlie just stared at her mother. What the hell had she just walked into?


The next few days Charlie mainly kept to herself. She wasn't really sure of what to think of her grandmother's idea of reconciliation and needed to process it. It felt too good to be true. Maybe her mother was telling the truth and everyone, especially her mother had changed, but for some reason Charlie felt that there was something more to it. She typically tried to stay off the estate as much as she could by going into the city and walking around, yet every time she left she always felt as though she was being followed or someone was watching her. At this point it wouldn't surprise her if someone was. She had to keep her guard up.

She walked out of her room and shut her door. She felt her phone vibrate in her pocket. It was another text message. Probably from Stiles or Derek. She wanted nothing more than to talk to the two of them, but she was worried that someone would know or even use the two of them to threaten her. Turning around she ran right into someone slightly and jumped. It was her mother.

"Oh sweetheart I didn't meant to scare you" Siobhan said apologizing.

"It's fine" Charlie let out a sigh. She still felt awkward in her mother's presence. It felt strange being around her.

"I was actually coming to find you. I was wondering if the two of us could have lunch and talk" Siobhan spoke up. "I've realized that I know nothing about you other than you're my daughter at this point."

"Um….well…."Charlie began to stutter. "I don't see why not…"

"Excellent" Siobhan smiled clapping her hands.


Charlie and Siobhan sat across from one another in a restaurant in silence. The two women just stared at one another wondering who was going to make the first move and speak first. The younger witch felt strange being in a place with the woman who deprived her of any normal life. At least they were in a public place in case she tried anything.

"They said you were dead" Charlie said looking down avoiding Siobhan's gaze.

"It was a car accident" Siobhan replied almost instantly. "It was fatal. We had to do a resurrection spell and we decided to keep things quiet for a while." Charlie just nodded and the two women fell back into silence.

"So what's his name?" Siobhan suddenly asked. Charlie looked at her slightly in confusion. Her mother pursed her lip together and took a deep breath. "The werewolf whose been protecting you."

"I'm not sure if I should tell you that" Charlie looked at her mother. "I'm sorry, but I'm not buying this I've changed act. I have no reason to trust you at all."

"I know you don't" Siobhan nodded her head. "But I want to try to regain that trust. I want to get to know my daughter. It still haunts me everyday what I did to you. What I did to your father. I really did love your father and I love you. You're my daughter and I know I have made mistakes and I know you have no reason to trust me, but I'm willing to try if you are."

Charlie just looked at her mother quietly. She didn't know what to think. She couldn't read any of the expressions on her mother's face. Part of her knew not to trust the woman in front of her. Something still didn't feel right being around these people, but if she had to pretend in order to be one step ahead of them, then so be it. She pulled her phone out of her pocket and pulled up a picture of Derek and slid the phone to Siobhan. Her mother took the phone and raised an eyebrow slightly, looking at the picture.

"His name's Derek. He's nice. You'd like him" Charlie looked at her mother. Siobhan looked at her daughter with raised eyebrows.

"He's a werewolf" she stated.

"Who's been protecting me from you might I add once more" Charlie shot back.

"Do you love him?" Siobhan asked handing the phone back to her daughter. Charlie just looked at her mother silently and looked down at the table. "There's nothing wrong with being in love Charlie, even if he is a werewolf."

"What's wrong with him being a werewolf?" Charlie asked.

"Witches and werewolves don't get along over here that much" Siobhan bit her lip and sighed. "Enough about that. So how are you enjoying this life compared to your other ones?"

Charlie titled her head in confusion slightly. "I don't know anything about any of my other lives."

"You haven't been told?" Siobhan frowned in annoyance. "Why am I not surprised? How old are you Charlotte? You'll be what 23 in October correct?"

"On Halloween, yes" Charlie nodded.

"Hmmm, well one thing is for sure, this life is very different. For all of us" her mother smirked.

"What's that suppose to mean?" the redhead frowned.

"I'll tell you sometime soon" Siobhan replied laughing slightly. "But for now, I just would like to know about my daughter's life."


"The first month everything seemed normal" Charlie looked at Derek. "Well as normal as it could be, but I knew deep down that they were planning something against me. My Gran told me not to underestimate them and I didn't, but I don't think I had prepared myself for what they were planning."

"They were planning on killing you weren't they?" Derek responded.

Charlie nodded almost instantly. "But it didn't go exactly the way they wanted it to. This is what I was afraid of telling you. "


Charlie walked back into her room later in the evening and sighed happily. She had, had a wonderful day in the city, visiting the tourist sites and shopping. She had to admit, she did like Edinburgh. It was a lovely city, full over lovely people. Why couldn't her family have been like that she wondered. She sat her phone and wallet on the table. Hearing a squeak from behind she quickly turned around, but was thrown against the wall, slumping to the ground.

The witch looked up and saw three men emerge from the darkness, glaring at her evilly.

"She doesn't seem that powerful to me" one of them grinned.

"Poor little witch" the one beside him smirked. The third figure just growled slightly before he flicked his hands out and claws emerged. He was a werewolf.

"Werewolf" Charlie breathed. "Well this is a little familiar to say the least." She quickly got up and flung her arms sending all three of the men against the wall. She quickly ran towards the door, but felt herself grabbed and thrown against the table, breaking it to the ground. They were trying to kill. She had a feeling she knew who was behind this. The werewolf roared at her and then in an instant dug his claws into her stomach causing her to cry out. She glared at him and shut her eyes, opening them. They had changed to violet and she let out a loud scream. As she did all three of the men burst into flames, screaming loudly as their skin burned.

Charlie watched as the three of them burned to the ground. She felt the blood gushing out from the wound on her stomach. It was really over this time. She hadn't done a resurrection spell. She should have. The door to her room flung open and the last thing she saw before slipping into darkness was James running over to her.

"Charlie!" he exclaimed waving his hands and the fire engulfing the bodies stopped immediately. He fell to the ground and picked up the redhead in his arms. Looking at his watch he silently counted to thirty. Like clockwork the witch gasped and opened her eyes, breathing heavily.

"Shh, I got you" James said smiling down at her. "Don't worry you're okay!"


Siobhan and Agatha watched the scene from a looking class in the coven leader's room. Agatha scowled as she saw Charlie breathing. She thought that this time would have ended it. Those damn resurrection spells. Charlotte should have been dead and this would be finally over.

"Looks like I'm not the only one who can't seem to kill her" Siobhan looked over at her mother.

"She's powerful" Agatha stated. "More powerful that what I realized. We'll have to try a different method. No matter. We'll kill her darling."

"Yes mother" Siobhan nodded.


"Ennis?" Cora asked in disbelief realizing that her brother had asked Ennis to turn Paige. "Why would he choose him?"

"Why not? Ennis needed a new member for his pack. Paige was young and strong. Doing a favor for Derek meant Ennis would be in good with Talia. Back then, everybody wanted to be in good with her" Peter smiled.

"He doesn't remember it was Ennis, does he?" Stiles looked over at Peter.

"If he does, he keeps it to himself" Peter sighed. "That would be a good question for the witch who's now full of secrets.

"So then what happened? Did he turn her?" Stiles asked.

"Almost. He came at Ennis. A fifteen year-old boy against a giant. There was no reason for him to fight. She'd already been bitten" Peter looked at the teen.


Thomas and James stood in Charlie's bedroom and watch over her. Thomas had given her a sleeping potion and the two friends looked at one another. The blonde ran his hands through his head and sighed, shaking his head back and forth.

"We should have told her sooner" James commented looking at the blonde.

"It wasn't the right time" Thomas only said keeping his eyes on Charlie.

"We got lucky today" James sighed. "If you hadn't have put that spell on her, she'd be dead."

"I know" Thomas nodded. Just then the door flew open and Madeline came rushing in.

"Is she alright?" she asked her nephew.

"As much as she can be right now" Thomas responded. "I think it's time though. We do it tonight."

"I'll alert the others" Madeline nodded before turning and leaving the room.

"James can you go get Molly?" Thomas looked over at his friend. "I want her to meet Charlie tonight."

"Of course mate" his friend smiled. "What time at Mary King's Close?"

"Midnight, when the moon's full" Thomas replied. James nodded to his friend and walked out of the room leaving the two siblings.

Thomas looked back down at his sister's sleeping form. He leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead. "Don't worry little sister, your big brother will always protect you" he whispered.


"Thomas what the hell did you give her?" Charlie heard voices say.

"It was a normal sleeping potion" Thomas shot back angrily. "I can't help that it may just be taking longer to wear off than usual."

"I swear if you have overdosed your sister, you are dead young man" Charlie heard Madeline yell.

"What's going on?" Charlie suddenly spoke opening her eyes. She looked up and saw Madeline, Thomas, and Wendy staring down at her. Charlie sat up and just looked at all of them in confusion. Looking around she realized where she was. It was an underground town. Mary King's Close to be exact. Why was she here?

"Oh sweetie I am so sorry" Wendy said hugging her tightly. "I'm sorry I had to tell that bitch that birthed you where you were, but it was all part of the plan, trust me, it will not end badly."

"Charlie are you okay?" Madeline spoke looking at her.

"Umm…." Charlie began.

"Really Maddie? You're asking her if she's okay?" Wendy snapped. "Your sister and your mother sent two witches and a werewolf to kill her and is claiming it was an assassination attempt from a rival coven. How do you think she's doing?"

Charlie frowned slightly in confusion as she watched the two witches fight. Looking around some more she saw other people in the room she didn't recognize, just looking at her and smiling and whispering.

"This plan is stupid and you know it Wendy Grierson" she heard Madeline yell.

"Stop!" Charlie suddenly screamed. "Where the hell am I? Who are all of these people? Why am I here and what the hell is going on?"

"Charlie" Thomas began. "I'd like you to meet the resistance."


"Okay side question" Stiles suddenly interrupting Peter talking about how Derek wanted Ennis to bite Paige. "Where was Charlie throughout this? Did she know Paige?"

"Oh no" Peter frowned shaking his head. "I'd say around this time, she was about a month or so away from getting stabbed by her mother in Dallas."

"So Derek actually fessed up to her about all of this?" Stiles frowned.

"Yes quite easily actually, but then again they are mates. Their connected and feel comfortable around one another" Peter looked at the teen. "I really never did understood how he was able to tell her things like it was nothing, but that's a story for a different time."

"So did she turn?" Cora suddenly asked changing the subject back to Paige and Derek.

"She should have. Most of the time, the bite takes. Most of the time" Peter emphasized.

"When you offered it to me, you said, if it doesn't kill you" Stiles remembered.

"If" Peter repeated. Cora and Stiles looked at one another. They knew what that meant. The bite didn't take with Paige. "I remember taking her body from his arms, to the woods, to a place where I knew that it would be found... another in a long line of Beacon Hills animal attacks" he explained.

"And what about Derek?" Cora asked looking at her uncle, tears in her eyes.

"Taking an innocent life takes... something from you as well, a bit of your soul, darkening it, dimming the once brilliant, golden yellow to a cold, steel blue... like mine" Peter said flashing the two of them his blue eyes.


Charlie just stared at everyone in shock. She didn't know what to think. Resistance? Resistance against what? "I don't understand" she breathed looking around at the room of witches.

"I can understand it's a little overwhelming" Wendy said walking over to her niece and giving her a hug. "I'm so happy you're okay. How are your Gran and Derek? You haven't talked them to have you?"

"No" Charlie shook her head. "I haven't thought it was a good idea."

"It's a good thing you haven't little sister" Thomas spoke up. "Granny's been having your every move watched."

"I figured as much" Charlie nodded. Her brother walked over to her and took her off guard by hugging her tightly. "I thought you hated me" she whispered quietly.

"I did for some time" Thomas said pulling away. "You see up until I was 19, mother and Granny had told me that our father was the traitor. That he took you away from us because he wanted to use your power for himself."

"How did you learn the truth?" Charlie looked at up.

"I told him the truth" Madeleine smiled. "It was the night that your mother had tried to stab you again. Siobhan came back to Scotland and told us of her failure to kill you. Your brother overheard the entire conversation."

"Aunt Madeline told me everything about you. She made me see the truth" her brother told her. "I'm so glad you're here little sister. I apologize for my actions, but I've had to keep this cover so that mother and Granny think that I'm still on their side. I have so much to tell you and I want to know everything about you. Sorry about not telling you about the resurrection spell and making you lose another life, but better safe than sorry."

"Thomas?" Charlie heard a faint voice say. She looked over and saw a petite figure with brown hair running towards her brother and hugging him tightly. He pulled away and looked over at Charlie.

"Charlie, I want you to meet someone. This is Molly, my fiancé. Molly this is my sister" he introduced the two women.

"Oh my goodness, it's such an honor to meet you finally. Thomas talks about you all the time. I'm so glad you're here and you're safe. I'm going to do everything I can to help you" Molly smiled happily.

She felt tears well up in her eyes. Her brother cast the spell. He did care. Other cared and wanted to help her. "I just can't believe this" Charlie sighed slightly. "There are people on our side? I thought that the Ross coven controlled Edinburgh."

"Oh Agatha likes to think she does" Wendy crossed her arms. "But there's a reason for that….sweetheart, we need to tell you the truth about your mother."

"The truth?" Charlie frowned slightly. "What do you mean the truth?"

"Charlie…." Thomas began. "Our mother is not in control of her actions. Everything she has done has been at the bidding of our grandmother. She's spelled her with dark magic."

Charlie sat down in the couch in shock. Everything that happened to her because of her mother was because of her grandmother. Her mother had no control over anything she was doing. The redhead took a deep breath and ran her hands through her hair. "So everything that mom put me through? Killing dad? All the running? Agatha is really responsible for that?"

"We're going to put an end to this little sister" Thomas said sitting down beside her. "We're going to stop her."

"How?" Charlie asked in disbelief. "She killed our father. What's stopping her from killing us now? From killing me?"

"She saw what you're capable of today" Wendy said walking closer to her. "She's scared of you. You're powerful. We can take her down."

"Then what are we waiting for?" the red head asked.

"It's not that simple" Thomas sighed slightly. "She's well protected and we need a plan. Also she's going to expect you to come after her. You can't be apart of this. We have to get you out of here."

"No I'm not leaving you" Charlie protested. "Not again."

"Sweetheart, you have to" Wendy sat down beside her. "You have someone very important who cares about you and I don't think he would be too happy if you were killed. Especially since you have this." Her aunt lifted up the sleeve of her t-shirt to reveal the triskelion mark.

"What is that?" Thomas asked frowning slightly at the mark.

"True mate mark Thomas. You're sister is the mate of a werewolf and she has been for a very long time. It's time that you know everything. Both of you" Wendy looked between the siblings.


"She explained what the mark meant and how we were destined to be together, but every time it ended in tragedy. I've never lived this long apparently. Wendy said I've barely even made it to 23" Charlie leaned against the wall looking at Derek. "I'm going to be honest, it scared the hell out of me. Made me question a lot of things. It made me wonder that if you knew that I was your mate would you still want to be with me or would you just feel like you had to be with me. I wasn't sure how you would feel once you found out I killed someone."

"You were scared?" Derek frowned at her slightly. "Charlie you were protecting yourself. You didn't need to be afraid."

"I still killed someone. I had every right to be. What the resistance was planning was never even heard of. I wasn't even sure if I could get out of Scotland or if I'd ever see you again. If everything failed, I could have been killed or Agatha would have come after you" she explained.

"What exactly were they planning?" the Alpha asked.

"To overthrow the coven. Start a coup" Charlie replied almost instantly. "It took a lot of planning, but Thomas and Wendy's priority was to get me out of Scotland, but we had one problem. If I left Beacon Hills would have been the first place they would look for me, so I had to get them off my trail."

Derek sat silently for a moment before it hit him. "The phone call you made a month before you got back" he whispered.

"Yeah" Charlie sighed nodding. "That entire day was just…..it was an interesting day lets just say."


Charlie just looked at the payphone in her hand, just staring at it. She couldn't believe that it had come to this. She looked up at her brother and then over at Molly who was standing a few yards away from them. "I can't do this" she hung up the payphone once more.

"Charlie we've been standing here for about thirty minutes" Thomas huffed. "Eventually someone is going to need to use this phone and Molly won't be able to stop them, I know this is going to be hard, but you know why you have to do this. If they think that you won't be going back to Beacon Hills, then when we get you out, they won't look for you there."

"I know" Charlie groaned. "I should have kept in touch with him. I wish I could just explain everything and have him play along."

"Everything never be that simple little sister" Thomas sighed, putting a hand on her shoulder. "You can do this." The witch nodded her head after a moment and then turned back to the phone and dialed a number. Derek's number. It rang a few times before he picked up.

"Hello?" he answered. Charlie took a deep breath. "Hello?" he repeated.

"Hi Derek" Charlie finally spoke shutting her eyes. Hearing his voice brought a slight smile to her face. She missed that voice.

"Charlie?" he breathed in shock.

"Yeah it's me" the witch responded softly.

"Are you okay?" he responded.

"I'm fine, given the circumstances" she said looking over at Thomas.

"What? What are you talking about? When are you coming back?" Derek asked her quickly.

"It doesn't matter" Charlie replied almost instantly. "I just wanted to call to tell you…Derek….I'm….." She stopped and looked at Thomas who urged her to go on. "I'm not coming back."

The line was silent for a moment. She knew that she had probably just broken his heart. "What? Why?" he demanded. "Charlie what's been going on over there?"

"It's nothing you need you concern yourself with Derek" she shot back trying to hold back her tears. "You just need to know I'm not coming back."

"What about everyone here?" he exclaimed. "What about your Gran? Isaac? Scott? Even Stiles? What about us?"

She felt the tears falling down her face. Just hearing everyone's names made her miss home. She took a deep breath and remembered what her mother could do to everyone and it made her angry.. "Everyone just needs to forget about me" Charlie said icily. "Especially you Derek. I can't be with someone like you. I'm a witch. You're an Alpha. We come from two different worlds. You and I both know we would have never worked. It's better this way."

"Charlie don't do this" Derek pleaded. "You can't tell me you don't still care about me!"

"I don't Derek! Just forget about me!" Charlie yelled at him, surprisingly keeping herself together

"What am I suppose to tell everyone else?" the Alpha demanded.

"I really could care less." With she hung up the phone quickly and ran into her brothers arms. The blonde held his sister tightly and kissed her head. He looked up at Molly who just looked at the pair sadly.

"We'll get you out of here" Thomas whispered in her ear. "I promise what you just did won't be for nothing." Charlie took a deep breath and pulled away from her brother and nodded. She looked up at him and then frowned slightly at what was behind him.

"Allison?"


"You sure you're dad won't be wondering where you are?" Charlie asked the teen looking around. Thomas, Molly and James sat at a separate table away from them keeping a look out for anyone who might have been following them.

"I'm sure" Allison nodded quickly. "I just can't believe you're here. Lydia told me that Stiles had said that you had come back to Scotland, but I never thought I'd actually run into you."

"I have to say I am glad to see you Allison. It's nice to see a familiar face that I know isn't trying to kill me.

The teen looked down and took a deep breath. "Speaking of that. I'm sorry about everything. I shouldn't have let Gerard…."

"Allison stop" Charlie said grabbing her hand. "It's fine. Can we just not talk about the past please? How are you? How's Beacon Hills?"

"From what Lydia tells me, it's the same" Allison looked at her. "She hasn't said anything about Derek or Scott or even Stiles. Have you talked to anyone from home?"

Charlie sat back in her seat and just shook her head. "It's too dangerous. If word gets out that I'm reaching out to people from home, the coven could go after them and I don't want that to happen. They need to think I have no emotional ties to Beacon Hills or anyone in it."

"Are you going to be coming back?" the brunette asked.

"I hope so, but it's complicated. Being here, it's a lot worse than what I ever imagined" Charlie looked at the teen.

"Charlie if it's so bad here, why don't you get the hell out of here?" Allison exclaimed. "I bet you anything Derek is missing you like crazy and Stiles and Isaac are probably losing their mind because they haven't heard from you. They don't deserve that."

"I know" Charlie sighed.

"Here's a piece of advice. No matter how bad things get, just keep fighting" Allison stated. "You want to get out of here? Fight your way out. You don't have to answer to anyone, but yourself. It's your life take control. Get the hell out."


Derek just stared at Charlie in shock. He couldn't even believe everything that she had at told him. He had imagined so many different scenarios over what had happened to her in Scotland, but none of them were like this.

"And then the rest of the time I was just waiting until the day I escaped. I'm surprised I even made it out of there alive. My family was everything I feared. They're ruthless and power hungry" she spoke pacing around. "I still can't really comprehend everything to be honest. My grandmother is controlling my mother; she tried to manipulate Thomas and Wendy. It's pure hell over there."

"What's happened over there since you left?" Derek asked quietly.

Charlie turned to Derek and shrugged. "I don't know. I haven't had any contact with anyone. I don't even know if Thomas, Agatha, or even my mother is alive. Wendy's back in town, but she's badly hurt. I'm not even sure if she'll wake up to be honest. I'm sorry I kept this all from you, but it wasn't your burden to carry."

"When it involved me, it did" Derek growled slightly. "The mate mark, the past lives….you….you should have told me. I never stopped thinking about you once for four months. Everyday I would wake up and wondered if you were going to show up on my doorstep or just contact me. Why did you even come back?"

"You. I'm sorry I put you through that. I shouldn't have" the witch said quietly.

"You're damn right you shouldn't have!" Derek yelled getting up and walking over to her. "I care about you more than possibly imagine. Why don't you understand that?"

"We shouldn't be together Derek. I can't handle losing you. There has to be a reason why we always die in our past lives. We've never lived out a full life together" Charlie just shook her head.

"I don't care" he snapped at her. "Screw the universe and this destiny crap. Your mother said it herself; something was different about this life. Maybe this is our chance to be together."

"And what if it's not?" she exclaimed in protest. "Can you look me in the eye and tell me you'd be okay with watching me die before you cause I sure as hell wouldn't be okay with watching you die."

Derek just stared at her silently for a moment. He knew that he wouldn't be able to handle watching her die. He had been haunted by that fear for years. "Have you seen how it ended with Charlotte and Daniel?" he suddenly spoke.

Charlie stood quietly for a moment and then nodded her head slowly. "It was the first dream I had. When Wendy put the spell on me, she said that there was a possibility that the dreams wouldn't appear in order and it would take some time for them to get more detailed, but I saw everything that happened when it ended."

"Tell me" Derek stated. It was not a request, but a demand.

The witch slowly walked over to the Alpha. "I can do you one better. I'll show you, but once I do, I hope you understand why we can't be together. Be with someone else less complicated. Go after the teacher or someone else."

"What if I don't want to?" he looked her straight in the eyes. "How am I supposed to move on while you're still here?"

"I guess it's a good thing I'm planning on leaving soon" Charlie looked at up quietly. "You'll understand." With that Charlie gently took his hand and as she did Derek gasped loudly.


Cora and Stiles sat together quietly in the loft, processing everything that Peter had told them about Paige and Derek. The teen looked down at the ground and just sighed, shaking his head.

"What?" Cora asked frowning at him. "What's this... what's this look on your face?"

"What look?" Stiles asked looking at her.

"The kind of look that makes me want to punch you" Cora snapped back.

"Oh, my God. You are so Derek's sister. I forgot" Stiles looked over at her.

"Well, what is with the look?" Cora asked.

"I just don't believe him" Stiles said turning towards Cora. "All right, in Ms. Blake's class, we're reading heart of darkness, and it's in first person, right? Narrated by Marlow. The thing is that he's... he's an unreliable narrator. You know the details of it have changed, you know, just because of his perspective."

"Well, then we heard the story from Peter's perspective" Cora nodded.

"Right, and I don't think we got the whole story" Stiles sighed.

"So, what, are…..are you just going to ask Derek about the girl he fell in love with and then killed?" Cora asked looking at him.

"If I have to, yeah" Stiles nodded looking back at Cora. "If not, well we can ask the one person who knows him best."

"Charlie" Cora stated.


Derek stood quietly in the distillery. He couldn't even begin to comprehend what Charlie had showed him. He felt a pain in his chest. A familiar one. The one that he had felt when he had to end Paige's life. He looked down on the ground and his thoughts went to his first love and the pain he felt taking her life. The same pain he was feeling after taking his own betas life.

Charlie walked away from him, turning around, and looking at him once more. She felt her heartbreaking just by looking at him. She couldn't tell what he was thinking, but somehow she knew part of it was about Paige and part of it was about her. She looked down at the floor and took a deep breath. Walking towards the exit of the distillery, she left the Alpha to his silent thoughts.

Derek looked up to see that she had left the building completely. His mind went from Paige to Charlie. He understood why she kept everything from him. She was trying to protect him, but also he knew that the witch was having trouble even accepting what she did. More than anything he wanted to go after her and fight for her, but he couldn't bring himself to do it. Maybe Charlie was right. Maybe they shouldn't be together. He felt like he should hate her, but he just couldn't. "I can't hate someone I love either" he whispered to the empty room while staring at the spiral on the wall.

So this is kind of long….yeah I know, but you now know everything. I will reveal more of the 1940s scenes later on, but I felt like right now it was more important to reveal what happened to Charlie in Scotland than in her past life. Thank you all for the reviews and everything else. I hope you enjoy it. The teaser is now posted and I have another planned out, that should be out within the next few days. Please review and let me know what you think!