Claudia

Deucalion was gone, and so was Stiles. Isaac, Malia, Scott and Dylan were still there.

"Where is he?" I breathed. "Where is my son?" I felt like I was about to hypo ventilate.

"Dylan is right here," Isaac told me.

"You're not talking about Dylan, are you?" Scott narrowed his eyes.

"No," I shook my head. "I'm not."

"How are you alive?" Scott asked. "You're supposed to be dead."

"I don't know." I shook my head. "All I know is that my son whom I thought was dead for all these years is actually alive." I ran my fingers through my hair.

"Stiles is your son?" Malia frowned.

"Where could he be?" I muttered.

"We'll find him." Scott insisted. "You stay here with Dylan. We'll bring Stiles back."

"No," I shook my head. "I'm coming. I won't leave Genim again."

"I'll stay here with Dylan," Malia offered.

"You sure?" Isaac asked her.

"I'm not that good with my abilities yet anyways." she shrugged.

"Abilities?" I frowned. "What abilities?"

"There's a lot to explain. And it might sound crazy," Isaac laughed.

"I just found out that my son is alive. Nothing can sound crazy right now." Scott motioned towards Dylan. Malia nodded, and led him upstairs before Scott spoke up.

"You can't scream, alright?" he asked. "I'm going to show you something, and you can't scream."

"Alright." I agreed. Scott nodded towards Isaac. The curly-haired blonde nodded back. They each took a deep breath. Their necks twitched slightly. I frowned. Their's faces started to bunch. Their finger nails grew sharper and longer. Hair started to grow on their faces. Fangs appeared. And their eyes changed color. Isaac's a glowing yellow and Scott's eyes turned into a fiery red.

"What are you?" I muttered.

"We are werewolves." Scott told me. The thought shot shivers down my spine. I don't think I'll ever trust these two.

"Please tell me that Stiles doesn't do this too." I pleaded.

Stiles

"What are you going to do to me?" I asked her.

"What we should have done years ago," she said sincerely. "We're going to make you forget. When we are finished, you won't remember ever seeing Claudia across the street that day. You won't remember babysitting Dylan either. You'll go back to your normal life, and Claudia and Dylan will move onto theirs."

"So that its?" I scoffed. "You're just going to make me forget that my mother is still alive? That I have a younger brother? Just send me off to live the rest of my life thinking that my mother is dead?"

"It's for the best," she insisted. "You don't understand, Genim. You may never understand either. It's better this way." I don't bother holding back my tears anymore. There's no point. This is it. I'll forget about my mother, and about Dylan. I've lost them again. \

This chapter is really short, but I didn't really know what to write for it.. I'll try to update as soon as I can.