With the night fallen, not one person could predict the chaos that would soon ensue within the next couple of days. On the brink of Beacon Hills, there stood a woman. She wasn't particularly old, but she clearly wasn't young either, probably late-thirties to early-forties. A dark grey robe was draped over her shoulders and the rest of her outfit seemed to fit the memo, dark greys and a pair of jet black boots, which were dull in the moonlight. The boots seemed to be a mix between combat and high heels, not exactly the walking through forest type, which was where she started to walk into. Under the cover of night, the woman disappeared between the tall trees.


When Stiles woke up in the morning, he was surprised when he found Derek right next to him still. Not that he didn't like it, but last time they slept together at Derek's loft, Derek had left the bed early to make breakfast. Pleasantly surprised, he wrapped his arms around Derek and snuggled closer.

"What are you doing?" Derek mumbled.

"I'm snuggling." Just to prove his sentence, he tried to cuddle closed.

"Ugh, you smell."

"That's not a nice thing to say."

"But it's the truth." Derek retorted jokingly. Stiles lightly hit Derek's chest. The two cuddle-birds were interrupted by Stiles cell phone suddenly going off. Hurriedly, Stiles reached over Derek to where his cell phone lied next to the bed lamp.

"Hello?" Stiles gruffly answered.

"Oh my god…Stiles…I don't know…I can't…" Scott's panicked voice sent Stiles in an upright position.

"What's wrong?" Before he even got the last word out, he scrambled out of bed and started to put on a pair of jeans and shoes.

"It's Isaac…I don't know…I can't…Stiles help." Scott pleaded through the phone, making Stiles's heart ache.

"Derek and I will be right over." Turning to tell Derek to get ready, the sight of Derek already holding up the car keys surprised him. Stiles would've smiled, but all that was running through his head was what was happening with Isaac. Sprinting to the car, Stiles and Derek quickly pulled out of the parking lot and illegally sped down the road towards Scott's.

When they got there, Isaac was on the ground in his room, covering his head with his hands and his mouth was open in a silent scream. Stiles cringed, seeing as Isaac was on the urge of hyperventilating, but there was no time to waste. "Scott, did you try to growl?"

"What?" Scott's voice was high and somewhat panicked.

"Growling! Did you try to Alpha him?" Stiles narrowed his eyes. They needed to wake Isaac up now.
"No..."

"Do it!" Derek lightly shoved Scott as he yelled, to try and emphasis, though it could've gone without. Stiles watched as Scott hesitated and he shook his head. Yelling as loud as he could, Stiles tried to wake Isaac up himself.

"ISAAC LAHEY, YOU WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!" Isaac twitched at his loud voice, which was more than what Scott had apparently gotten in response. "Isaac, come on man! You need to wake up!" Suddenly Scott was right next to his hear, growling. Stiles was reminded of when he was enraptured in the Japanese Go game with the Nogistune for a second. However, he quickly set that off to the side when Isaac jolted up. "Oh thank…" He trailed off and started touching Isaac's face, searching for injuries. "What the hell Isaac? What was happening?" Isaac looked up at Stiles, and then Derek and Scott, before his cobalt blue eyes started to water and he flung himself onto Stiles, holding his friend close.

"Isaac…" Stiles voice softened dramatically.

"It—it wa—was terrible. I could—could hear y—you guys but I couldn't wake up." The curly blonde hair werewolf wrapped himself tighter against Stiles and breathed in Stiles's scent. Stiles could feel Derek tense up a little but he managed to move a hand away from Isaac to lightly touch Derek, to assure him that everything was alright.

"I need you to tell me some more, okay Isaac?" Sniffing, Isaac pulled away and wiped his eyes, suddenly aware that he was crying like a newborn baby.

"I'm sorry." The apology made Stiles shake his head.

"You have nothing to be sorry for." Isaac nodded and took a couple deep breaths before starting to calmly explain what was happening.

"She was in my head."
"Who?" Stiles pushed gently, but all Isaac did was shake his head.

"She said her name was Walmra, but that doesn't mean anything to me." There was a quick look between Scott and Derek but Stiles ignored it, focusing on Isaac.

"That's okay."

"She…" Isaac swallowed, "she knew things about me and my previous home life. She knew things that I've never told anyone. She taunted me and…" A shudder overcame Isaac's body and he just hugged Stiles again, starting to cry again.

"Derek, what could've done this?" Stiles put his hand around Isaac's head and played with his hair to try and calm him.

"A witch." A nasty look came onto the werewolf's face. "I can't stand them."

"Clearly." The three of them sat in silence, listening to Isaac's soft cries and whimpers.

"Isaac, it's okay. She can't get you now." Stiles felt Isaac move his head in agreement and lightly sighed. And then, Scott's cell phone rang. Derek and him exchanged a dark look as Scott opened it.

"Hello?"

"Scott? Is Kira with you?" Lydia's voice came through loud and clear, and Scott looked puzzled.

"No, why?"

"We were supposed to go shopping and she never turned up. I just talked to her dad and he said she left a few minutes ago. She should be here by now."

"Just be patient."

"Scott!" Lydia barked, "it doesn't take that long to get from her house to mine. You could walk in the amount of time she's been gone."

"Maybe she took a de-tour?" Scott suggested, looking helplessly at the three people staring at him.

"Not a chance."

"We'll be right over."

"We?"

"Yeah, Derek, Stiles, Isaac and I."

"Good, then I don't have to call them myself." Lydia beat Scott to hanging up. Scott just gave them a look before leaving the room to get his bike out of the garage.

"Come on Isaac, we have to find Kira."

"I know…I heard." Isaac lightly smiled. "You can stop mothering me now."

"Alright pookie-pie," Stiles play pinched Isaac's cheek, "But in all seriousness, I'm here for you. Now let's go." Grabbing Isaac's hand and then Derek's, he pulled the two werewolves outside to the Camaro.


Lydia was standing next to her car, impatiently tapping her foot and constantly looking around. When they parked and got out, she marched over to them. "Finally! She's been missing at least fifteen minutes now."

"Calm down, we'll find her." Scott said. "Why don't we each drive around and see if we can hear something? Lydia and Isaac, you guys can come with me in Lydia's car. We can each drive the different ways to get to Lydia's house then." Nodding, the group of five broke up and got into their separate cars. They were driving around for a few minutes when Stiles saw Derek straighten up.

"What?" He asked, looking around wildly, trying desperately to see if he could find something.

"Shush…" A few seconds passed. "Call Scott. I found her." Derek aggressively turned into an abandoned farm's parking lot.

"Scott?" Stiles glanced over at Derek. "Yeah, we found her." Looking around, he couldn't find any street signs. "Do you know where the abandoned farm is?" He faintly heard his best friend ask Lydia.

"Yeah, we'll be right there." Opening the car door, Stiles leaned against the front of Derek's Camaro and Derek came out to join him, waiting for the others to arrive. Lydia's black car pulled into the area in less than a minute, with Scott at the wheel. As soon as the car was stopped, Scott had practically jumped out. "She's here?" Derek started to speak when a scream hit the ground. When they got ran into the forest, there was a small opening not too far in where Kira was holding her head similar to how Isaac was and was screaming in deafening tones.

Always second best to Allison

Parents couldn't trust you enough to tell you you're a Kitsune

You're life is a lie

Always moving

Never any friends

Scott snarled and grabbed onto Kira's hard, yanking her away. Feeling the weak bond between Kira and her break, the witch just smirked and held up her hands, pointing them at the five-foot-three, strawberry-blonde teen that was standing right next to Stiles. Pulled by some force, Lydia turned and started walking towards the woman.

"Lydia!" Stiles tried grabbing Lydia's arm and was pushed off by her. "Stop it Lydia!"

Lydia just stared into the witch's eyes, hypnotized. "Lydia!" Stiles yelled again. "Lydia, come on! Snap out of it!" When Lydia took another step closer, Stiles tried running out in front of her but was held back by Derek's arm. "Let me go Derek!" His voice was full of rage.

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Misunderstood

Never show yourself.

Can't show yourself.

Parents fighting again

They don't care for you

Otherwise they would try to hide their yelling.

When that didn't seem to work, the witch went deeper into Lydia's mind.

Aidan died.

You couldn't save him.

Jackson…

A loud snarl came from nearby and everyone paused for a second, unsure what was happening. The werewolves clearly had no idea who it was. The witch, however, took the distraction to an advantage and sent more painful messages to Lydia.

He left.

You're alone.

You don't belong.

You're a banshee in a group of werewolves.

You're best friend died and you couldn't save her.

Tears started pouring out of Lydia's eyes, but she kept steady.

You couldn't even predict her death.

And you call yourself a banshee.

I bet you don't even know what you can do.

Pathetic.

All that power wasted.

She couldn't send anymore messages though as the snarl got louder. Once again she paused, but this time it was because something attacked her. She screamed high pitch and then in a wisp of air, she disappeared. Everyone just stared at the newcomer, most of them unsure of how to act. Lydia was the first to move, stepping, or rather racing, angrily to the person, and slapped them…hard across the face. "How dare you?!" And just for good measure, Lydia grabbed Jackson's face and pulled his face down, kissing him hard.

Stiles, along with everyone else, looked on, just staring at the emotional rollercoaster event, but he shrugged, knowing that Jackson was an asshole when he left and suddenly he's back. Part of the shrug was also out of relief that Lydia was no longer in danger. Exhausted, Stiles leaned onto Derek's shoulder and sighed. "She'll be back."

"I know." Derek lightly said. "But this time we have one more person to help fight." When Lydia and Jackson broke away, Lydia turned slightly red and Jackson just gave a small wave, using his other arm to secure Lydia by his side.

"When'd you get back?" Scott questioned.

"A few hours ago." Jackson shrugged in response. "I got the ticket a few months ago."

"How'd you find us?"

"By chance really." Another shrug. "I was driving around town trying to find Lydia's car, but then I saw the jeep and Camaro."

"Why didn't you tell me you were coming?" Lydia narrowed her eyes at him, but somehow she made them soften at the same time.

"Element of surprise." As if to further prove his statement, Jackson kissed Lydia again.

"Ugh…now I have to put up with them making out again?" Stiles groaned.

"Deal with it Stilinski."

"My name's Stiles genius." Jackson rolled his eyes and Stiles smiled. "Nice to see you Jacky." The nickname got Jackson to growl at him, to which Derek quickly replied with a louder growl. Shock registered on Jackson's face, and Stiles lightly laughed. "Derek, it's okay." He said earnestly, "Really, it is."

"But that's a challenge…" Derek tried to protest but was interrupted by Stiles and Scott laughing loudly.

"Dude, Stiles is yours." Scott said, clapping Derek on the shoulder. Jackson's confused face was ignored by others laughter at Derek's blush that turned into a scowl.

"Well now that Jackson is back, let's meet up at Derek's loft. It's big enough for everyone, and we can order pizza while we're at it."

"Let's go then."


Entering the loft, the lot of them sat down on the two couches, Stiles on Derek's lap with Derek playing with his hair, Lydia and Jackson sitting right next to each other, and Isaac sitting next to Scott who was playing with Kira's hand. "So what is she doing? Just sending mental messages to people?" Scott asked. "That can't just be it…she's looking for something."

"She's looking for weakness." Derek said. "She's trying to see who the weakest link is, and use that to her advantage." This unsettled the lot of them and a few squirmed in their seats.

"What else do we know about her?" Stiles broke the silence.

"Her name is Walmra. She's a solitary witch, not fitting into any of the categories and uses magic for her own gain. She had powerful mind magic which allows her to send thoughts to each of us individually, or as a large group." Lydia leaned off of Jackson and folded her hands in her lap. In turn, Jackson started to lightly rub her back. "She has the ability to change her appearance and turn invisible at times, known as cloaking. Discord and dream leaping seem to be a specialty of hers."

"How do you know that?" Kira gave her an indescribable face.

"When she reached out to my mind, I got into hers. I doubt she knew I was there. It's a two-way street anyways."

"Wait," Stiles held up his hand, "does that mean your purposely put yourself in danger to get information?"

"No." She scowled at the question, "It was just an upside to her saying those idiotic things to me."

"Well great…this is going to be fun." Isaac sarcastically said. The pack fell back into silence, all in their own thoughts, and was pulled out when the alarm for the loft started going off.

"It's probably the pizza guy." Stiles said, jumping up and going to the loft door while Derek hurried to shut off the loud, annoying alarm. Sure enough, the pizza guy…or gal, was just coming up the stairs, completely unaware of the noise that was going off a few seconds ago. Paying for the pizza, ignoring Derek's protests that he could pay, Stiles took the pizza and walked back into the middle of the loft where the others were waiting. "Put your tongues back in your mouths." Stiles took a crack at a dog joke, making everyone groan out loud. "Okay, okay! No more dog jokes." He said as seriously as he could, knowing that sooner, rather than later, he'll make another one. Setting down the pizza, they all dug in. "I swear it's like you're all wolves!" He declared, throwing his hands up. This joke got him a slap upside the head by Kira.


Hey guys!

I'm sorry for such a late update. So I made it really long for you guys :)

There was a suggestion about a witch. And now Jackson's back!

Questions: What do you think is going to happen? Do you guys like having Jackson back?

As the writer, I'm in charge of the story and the direction however I love to hear from my readers, so once again, if any of you have any thoughts or suggestions, I'd love to hear. If not, just stop by and say hi :)

Thank you so much for reading!

Until next time