Scott had texted me about Allison's grandfather hell-bent on killing all werewolves. I walked through the main hall when I saw something out of the corner of my eye in my father's study. I came to a halt and looked inside, my father stood with large wing protruding from his back but this weren't like mine. They were heavenly, large and white with an odd glow to them.
"Dad?" I questioned, voice unsteady.
"Varick." My Dad jerked from his standing position.
"Wha- I- what?" I asked, pushing my hand in my hair, looking at him with large eyes.
My Dad wings seemed to just disappear then, they didn't retract like mine, they just were not there anymore.
"How did you?" I asked, just sitting down on the floor.
My father plopped down near me.
"Varick, we need to talk." He said.
"You think?" I asked, half laughing and half almost crying.
"You completed your transformation." He stated.
I nodded.
"You won't be reborn again." He said, rubbing his face.
"What are you?" I asked.
"We need to talk about you." He replied.
"What are you?" I repeated.
"I'm an archangel." He replied.
"You're a what?" I rose my voice. "Like from the Bible?"
"Yes." He replied.
"That's not possible, religious creatures are the only unreal creatures." I stated.
"That's a lie that your mother told you. All religious supernaturals are real. Archangels, demons, Greek gods and Roman gods, Pagan gods, Kali, Ganesh, Buddha. They are all real." My father explained.
"And you just now told me that? I'm the Protector, what if one of them needed protecting?" I demanded.
"Most gods and deities are immortal and there are only certain things that can kill the rest of us." He explained.
"What kills you?" I asked.
"Only weapons forged from our heaven." He explained.
"I don't understand." I stated, leaning my head against my knees.
"I'm the archangel Raphael, I was sent here to protect you during your last transition but you were killed during it and nothing I could do would heal you. I was then made to protect your mother since she would be the next one to give birth to you and I fell in love with her." He explained.
"So you are my real father?" I asked.
"Yes, I am." He replied.
"What does that mean for me?" I asked. "Is anymore weird stuff going to happen to me? Am I going to sprout a second pair of wings?"
"No." He laughed. "The only thing you got from me besides a certain amount of your facial structure is the ability to heal a little faster."
"I'm going to bed." I said, standing up.
I didn't wait for him to say anything before I went to my room and climbed in bed. I fell asleep pretty quickly due to information overload. I woke up the next morning, showering and getting dressed, I skipped breakfast and headed straight to school. I didn't even realize that I'd gotten there too early. I figured I'd go watch lacrosse practice until my classes actually started. I plopped down next to Stiles and Scott.
"Why are you here so early?" Stiles asked.
"Information overload." I replied.
"Well, I'm about to load you with some more. There's another werewolf." Scott stated.
"Who?" I asked, scanning my eyes over the field.
"We don't know, I caught a scent but couldn't narrow it down." Scott explained.
"I might be able to use a spell to figure out who it is but I've never done it before." I offered.
"It's fine, Scott's going to be goalie." Stiles said, patting my shoulder.
Coach blew the whistle, everyone getting up.
"Good luck." I said.
There was an argument about Scott tackling people. I let my eyes graze over everyone when I noticed Isaac was up to score, I was suddenly filled with this sense of knowing and I knew that Isaac was the one Scott had caught the scent of and there was only one person who could have turned him.
Derek.