Is This The World We Created
Chapter 18
Stiles approached the white glowing platform with trepidation. Trying to clear his mind of everything, focusing on the one single memory. A memory that was so very difficult to remember. Who wanted to recall in vivid clarity how their father died after all? The only thing making this bearable was knowing his father was safe and alive. At least he hoped so, you just never know what the hunters could do if they felt threatened. His father wasn't part of the Hale investigation, so he would be just fine, he was sure of it. "Do I…do I need to stay on it?" already straining to be back at Derek's side. They hadn't really expected the bond to go back with them, but it made sense, their very souls were bound together. It was nothing as physical as just their body.
"No, it records all your memories," the President explained, after a quiet reflection, "At the end of each trial, or incident, the memories are then wiped entirely. You may watch it happen once we are done here, if you're still awake." Mentally the boy will be used to long days, remaining awake while exhausted…but his ten-year-old body would definitely not be used to it.
Stiles stepped upon the white platform, his shoulders easing as he relaxed a little. Closing his eyes, he thought of that night with clarity and no small amount of anger. After a few moments he opened his eyes and glanced at the president, only for the wizard to shake his head, that was until a red glow encompassed the platform. Only then did he receive a nod, he was free to come down now if he so wished.
The first image that came up on the screen it made it clear that Stiles hadn't been there for all of it either. It was as though most of the film had been cut off. Naturally, they picked up the sound of voices before they actually saw anything. The president waved his hand and the image stilled entirely. "Do you wish to be removed while the memories are viewed?" they were aware that this was a very intimate memory they were asking to view. This young man had seen his father die, and had no doubt grieved him for years, but not able to do so properly with the world in the condition it had been in.
"I'll be fine," Stiles replied, loathing just how childish his voice sounded. This was most definitely the worst thing about time-travel. Yet his mind conjured up an image of his father, whole hearty and hale, no, his voice having not broken yet, with a short body didn't matter. He'd grow up, he'd get that chance, and his father would remain alive if it was the last thing, he did. He couldn't protect him from every single bad guy or thing, but he'd do his level best.
All the future laid out before them now was alien, the moment they changed one thing, one little thing, the ripple sprang over all the waters in the land. Changing absolutely everything and if that one little act wasn't enough? In the coming night, it certainly would be.
Derek interlocked his fingers with Stiles the moment the boy returned to his side. His stride much shorter than normal, making it take ages for him to get around to Derek's side again. Tugging him closer, making it so that Stiles was on his lap. His father might have been returned to him, but the memory is bound to still cause unmitigated pain like nothing else. Keeping him close, relishing in the closeness. One might mistake that they need to have sex for the pull to stop but that was nonsense. They just wanted to be close to one another while they could. Sooner or later, they were going to have to return to high school – Middle school for Stiles – and to a normal life, they didn't even know what the hell that was anymore.
How were they meant to return to normality when for the most of their lives it had been anything but? Fourteen-year-old for him…and for Stiles? Surprisingly it didn't start at sixteen, when the supernatural hit him, no child should be cleaning up after their father, sick, piss, alcohol, solving some of his cases, no when his mom died, that had been it for Stiles.
"Scott, Son, this is a bad idea! There must be a reason the supernatural hasn't been exposed before this," Noah spoke, his voice tinged with desperation and exasperation. To stop Scott making such a fatal mistake, he didn't want his son to attend Scott's funeral. He couldn't let his son lose someone else close to him, he couldn't have saved Claudia but he could save Scott. So utterly exasperated, like he'd been going round and round in the same circle for hours.
Unfortunately, for him, Scott had stopped listening to anyone years ago, unless your name was Alan Deaton.
Stiles flinched just hearing how worried and tired his father was. He hadn't even heard this part, he was sure of it, yet here it was on the screen. The people in the room perked up immediately hearing Noah's voice, older than they remember, but still, him nonetheless.
"Even without his memories he's trying to prevent magical exposure," Daisy said fondly, "Then again, I shouldn't think to be so surprised. It will be deeply ingrained. He might not remember why, but it will definitely be there somewhere."
"Why does everyone keep saying that?" Scott grumbled and complained, sounding more like a ten-year-old opposed to the adult he was. "I think I know what I'm doing, this is all for the greater good. You'll see, everyone will finally understand."
The president paused the screen, eyeing the werewolf pensively. This slip of a boy had caused world war three? The end of the world as they knew it? Exposed magic so thoroughly that they hadn't been able to close Pandora's box so to speak? "That…is rather alarming." He said, looking at the utter unmitigated zealotry's righteousness he could see in that boy's gaze. Nothing and nobody could have disabused him of his notions that he was right.
"He doesn't look like someone who could cause so much trouble, does he?" Peter asked, eyeing the frozen film, eyes red as he stared at the figure of Scott McCall. Everyone had wanted to kill him; nobody would have taken pity on him. "His righteousness was…alarming from the very beginning."
Chris snorted, before quietening down and beginning to get to work again. Peter couldn't have been more right about Scott McCall if he tried. He wished he had never moved to Beacon Hills, never got involved in anything of his sister and fathers' missions. Unfortunately, it hadn't been easy wrenching himself away from their grasp. Now, well, now he wouldn't have to worry about anything like that. He could finally retire; it was up the magical world now after the hunters were dealt with.
"Who is she?" the President demanded, staring at the Africa-American woman in the video.
"That is Tamora Monroe, she used to be the guidance councillor at Beacon Hills high school," Stiles said, staring at the woman, his magic reacting to the threat he knew she will become. His eyes glowed like supernovas, fury encompassing him whole.
"She found out about the supernatural," Chris spoke standing up, making his way closer to the woman. "She became a novice huntress, quite a methodical one and that was without training. My father decided to mentor her."
"You knew what he was doing?" Daisy asked, the witch narrowing her eyes in suspicion.
"No," Chris confessed, licking his lips, 'tsking' with his tongue before saying, "I saw my father with her once, the look on his face…it's the same look he used to get while training Kate. My sister, and I just knew he was up to something past experience had taught me that. The rest of the information? I got by…interrogating a hunter not even three hours after this event. As soon as I landed at the station, I made my way to Beacon Hills."
Everyone glanced at Chris, he most definitely had their attention now. It was apparent that Chris had not told anyone what had been discussed in this 'interrogation'. Not Stiles, not Derek, certainly not Peter.
"And what exactly was said during the questioning?" Harry demanded to know.
"Just what I had come to realize was a massive conspiracy," Chris sighed, staring at the woman before shaking his head. "She saw an incident of the supernatural, became aware of it and believed they should all be exterminated. You see, Scott had the…penchant of letting anyone go, as long as they promise to 'leave' regardless of their activities, which include murder. It wouldn't surprise me if there were more, which there were. Monroe was gathering hunters, those who had been harmed by the supernatural and supernatural's themselves, who believed in her cause."
"Which was what? Revealing the supernatural world?" the President asked.
"Not quite," Chris sighed, glancing at the others before stiffening his shoulders, "Complete genocide of the local supernatural, with aims to make it complete global genocide."
Neither Peter or Harry seemed overly surprised by the comment, but Derek and Stiles looked devastated. The wizards and witches on the council looked ready to commit genocide themselves. Of the plague humanity was upon the Earth. Although, Peter felt a little smug that his interpretations were actually spot on regarding this woman after all.
"She was planning annihilating anything remotely supernatural and using everyone wronged to accomplish it." Chris told them, rubbing his chin, "I wouldn't have thought it possible but she already had hundreds upon hundreds of people from all over the world…not including her army in Beacon Hills. People in the Sheriff Department, Fire department, and Beacon Hills hospital, doctors, nurses, I don't know how she so successfully convinced them. Yet she did, they were killing across anything supernatural they came across."
"What does exposure accomplish?" Daisy asked, "Anyone smart would realise it would drive people underground, it would make them less easy to kill."
"I don't know that she intended to actually post it," Chris sighed, "One of her followers posted it since she was kind of dead at the time. They weren't given instructions on what to do, they did it thinking it's what she wanted." Which was the one he'd tracked down, not that it helped their predicament at all.
"She was tricking Scott into helping her, what was she wanting from him? Blackmail material to get him on her side? To ultimately…what? Kill the entire pack?" Stiles asked perplexed.
"Best thing you can do, is just not think about it. That woman is dead, and along with it her plans of mass genocide." Chris said, it's what he'd been thinking in order to sleep at night when all this shit went down. "Or rather this version of the woman." He corrected himself.
The president wrote their names down on a piece of parchment, memorising their faces so that a picture could be used to correctly identity them. Then he waved his hand, and the memory began to play out.
"He'll never understand, Scott, don't you see? He doesn't share our views, our goals," Tamora Monroe told Scott, a small sympathetic smile on her face. "Sometimes you just have to leave toxic people behind and continue on." there were a few hunters spread out across the field, amateur hunters or not the guns they had were very, very real.
"You need to take a long hard look at yourself if you think I'm toxic," Noah said calmly, used to remaining calm during intense situations. "You were hurt, I get that, but there is no need for every single supernatural to die for one person's crime."
Monroe raised her gun, aiming it directly at Noah's forehead, what did he know? How much did he know? Had he told his suspicions to anyone else? He had to die.
"DAD!"
Harry deliberately moved so that his body was covering the screen, he couldn't do anything about the sound though. Nobody deserved to hear their father dying, or see it. He knew intimately what it was like, and it still affected him to this day. Not enough to incapacitate him, and probably not enough to incapacitate Stiles either, but it can still hurt. No doubt he'd continue to have nightmares, perhaps he should get some dreamless sleeping draught for him.
"DAD!"
"Tamora stop messing around," Scott ordered, regardless of whether she was just trying to scare Noah or not, he couldn't stand by and let it happen.
"We can't let him mess up our plans!" Tamora declared, if there was anyone who could sway her people it would be the Stilinski's who were greatly respected in both the Mundane and Supernatural world. More so than McCall would even realize, McCall was mocked, derided as pathetic and worst about it was it caused more people to attack Beacon Hills, which was why she was starting here.
"Just stop it, this isn't helping!" Scott said, sounding and looking exasperated, clearly not seeing the seriousness on Tamora's face, or the fact the gun safety was off…and as usual, he completely disregarded his werewolf senses.
As human as the Wizards and Witches were, they could see what was about to happen. They didn't need the forewarning to know, it was there in every sinew of her body. She most definitely went there that day to cause pain and anarchy. She wanted to record it too, they could see the recorder going in the background, held on to by one of the hunters.
Stiles froze, knowing what was coming.
'BOOM' the noise of the hammer clicking against the barrel and ejecting the bullet might as well have sighed her own death warrant.
"NO DAAADDDDDD!"
"WHAT DID YOU DO?" Scott reprimanded the huntress, kneeling beside Noah pressing the wound she'd made in his chest, just above his bulletproof vest.
"DAD!" Stiles choked out, staring above his fast-fading father, violently shoving Scott aside. Taking one last look at where the injury was and realizing there was no other choice. If there was a chance, even a small one that he'd survive the bite, he needed to do it. "BITE HIM SCOTT! BITE HIM!"
"What? No! I'm not changing him; I don't want to change anyone!" Scott protested, backing away from his best friend as if he had just gone nuclear. Eyes wide with shock, as if Stiles was asking him something so terribly outrageous.
"G-g-g-g," Noah stuttered out, coughing and spluttering blood. "Go," weakly shoving at his son, trying to get him to leave, to get the hell out of there. The pain, it hurt so much, he wanted to say more, so much more, but couldn't move, could barely think past the agony.
"You're killing him! Scott! If you don't do something you're as good as killing him! Give him the bloody bite!" Stiles pleaded with his best friend. "SAVE HIM!"
"You know I don't want to do that. You can't ask that of me." Turning to Monroe, "You shouldn't have done that!" Scott shook his head, looking at Monroe as if she had severely disappointed him.
The group watching the scene couldn't help but stare incredulously. He'd just watched her kill someone and he was shaking his head as if she was a naughty toddler who'd tried to take their parents wand to perform magic. Of course, if they knew everything, their jaws would have been hanging open in sheer unbelieving shock.
"This is the idiot that brought about the end of the world?" the President asked, staring pensively at the boy. His mind well and truly made up.
Once upon a time Stiles would have endlessly defended Scott. However, the line had been crossed, and that was this. He could see the screen despite Harry's best attempts, but it was nice of him to try. This, this made him detest Scott with all that he was.
"Bite him! You have to bite him!" suddenly Derek was there, reaching out to Noah, and black spidery veins crawled up his arm. Taking as much of Noah's pain as possible. "Scott, please, please, don't let my dad die!" Stiles begged on his hands and knees, pleading with his best friend to save his father.
"Get…get him out of here," Noah, gripped Derek's hand, "Protect him for me, keep him safe, get him away from here." Able to speak without the pain rendering him in agonising pain. He knew he was dying despite the pain drain, there wasn't going to be an ambulance in time to save him and he knew how stubborn and hypocritical Scott was. He was not going to give him the bite. Only Derek and Peter heard those words originally, Noah's eyes fluttered shut, Derek's promise ringing in his ears. "New…Y…"
There wasn't a single dry eye in the room as they watched the scene. Only a sociopath could watch the scene unfeeling.
Peter clenched his hands into fists, watching it, how the fuck could Stiles want to save him even now? Whether he'd done anything right now or not…he was still responsible. He still wanted to kill all the Argent's and everyone who had harmed his pack. Then again, the incident had happened, it just didn't end up in the deaths of nearly his entire family.
"Wait, did you hear that? Was he trying to say New York? As in get him to New York? To MACUSA?!" Harry said striding forward curiously. "Is it possible that the spell came undone?"
"What?" Stiles asked startled, thinking back on what he'd just heard, staring at Derek in shock.
Derek just nodded dumbly back, yes, yes it may well have been New York that Noah had been attempting to say after all.
"Impossible!" the President declared.
"No, not impossible," Harry replied, green eyes meeting brown, "I know from experience that an Obliviate can be broken. Not sure whether their mind can be saved after the memories are retrieved. I don't think Voldemort cared much to save it either way after he got his information."
The President looked genuinely taken aback, "Seriously?"
Harry nodded, "I wonder if the trauma of being shot unlocked his memories…it's no coincidence he was trying to say New York. Things would have been…very different if you'd managed to understand his last words. MACUSA would have been made aware of where it started."
"And without any need to come back…my dad would still be dead, so respectfully I have to be glad nobody did." Stiles replied, pale and ashen. Not surprised that his father with his dying breath wanted him protected at all costs, even if it meant betraying his vows…or maybe his father realized he was magical?
Harry inclined his head in understanding, "Me too," he agreed, gaze flickering to Peter before he wandered back to his seat, and sat down.
"Yes, I'm entirely in agreement," Peter confessed ruefully, even if it meant facing his father and brothers-in-law's condemnation once everything was said and done. They had been strangely, very, very silent which wasn't like them at all. His father always had an opinion…admittedly Sebastian was like Derek, quiet unless he had something to say. He'd certainly had a lot to say in the past twenty-four hours since the fire. Then again, given all he'd been told, it was a lot to process. Almost dying, his wife causing the end of the world, werewolves outing the supernatural, no, it hadn't been easy at all.
Scott turned into his Beta shift, the high intensity of the emotions around him forcing him to. He'd never really had good control, especially when he didn't currently have a girlfriend to become 'anchored' to, even then it was iffy if he'd have control. "I can't…I can't…" he rasped out through his fangs. Devastation written across his face, "I can't…"
Peter made his own entrance knocking the camera off its perch, but remained standing back, watching the scene impassively, he was never sure whether he was welcome or not. He'd heard Noah's words, had heard Derek's reply. Given the high intensity of the situation, and knowing what he did about Stiles' magic, back seemed to best – and safest place – to be. He didn't know Noah all that well, but he did know everything Stiles had done these past years, had been to protect his father. Keep him out of the supernatural world, which had failed. Noah had become aware, and then like his son jumped in at full speed. His claws unsheathed, just waiting for the go ahead.
He knew, he knew that Stiles was going to walk a dark path unless he and Derek could stop him.
"Please, Scott! Please, just…just save him!" Stiles begged, choking on his own emotions, tears falling down his face as he realized that Scott wasn't going to do a damn thing. "You're killing him! You're killing him!"
"Let's go, Scott," Monroe said, glancing at the time, as if annoyed that something like a murder had interfered with her schedule.
Peter sneered shaking his head, the woman was a bloody fool if she thought she was getting out of this situation alive. Noah Stilinski was the only family Stiles had left, and like Peter, he would burn the world around him until he got every single culprit responsible for it. Unlike him, Stiles had the magic to ensure he could do it. "Quite delusional, aren't you? Do you honestly think Stiles is doing to stand back and let you leave?" there was one thing Peter Hale wasn't, and that was a fool.
Stiles was already standing, a blank look on his face that made them all shiver in fear. For it was all so reminiscent of a time they'd rather forget. Blood soaking his favourite tee, checked flannel shirt and his favoured red hoodie, his hands and face saturated in the life blood of his father.
It was like the Nogitsune was back.
Noah Stilinski had stopped breathing, Peter realized, as the heartbeat had pattered away to nothing. Shivering in utter delight – things more powerful than him had always fascinated him – but this sort of power? When he had no idea the way it would go? He was quite rightly cautious.
"Stiles…" Scott said in warning, stepping forward, and what was that? Peter realized that Scott was afraid of his own best friend right here at this moment. "Stiles!" he all but yelped when magic began to pour from the seething boy.
Peter had his claws swiped in the neck of the closest hunter; he went down fast. In rapid succession, he had three others taken down as well, one got away, but Peter didn't care much, as he turned to watch the scene in front of him. He knew better than to turn his back on the feel of that sort of magic. It was wild and uncontrolled, "Derek…" he cautioned his nephew, stepping back, Stiles was in very bad way…he would have zero control over his output.
Stiles gritted his teeth, staring at Monroe, the werewolves could feel the agony coming off the huntress. Yet nary a sound left her, her eyes, were wide and terrified.
She was frozen in place, Peter realized, perhaps that's why it had been so easy to take down most of the hunters. Although, that didn't explain the one that had bolted seconds ago, it didn't seem to be affecting the werewolves either.
Clearly though it wasn't enough, Monroe was quickly screaming in agony as the freezing spell was removed. Move she might be able to, but she clearly had no desire to. Wincing at the loudness of the shrieks, he wasn't used to that hair raising screeching anymore. He might have been left hand, but he certainly wasn't that anymore. He was barely a Beta right now. Just on the fence of being an Omega.
Derek was the closest he still had to an Alpha, despite Derek being a Beta himself, but he had been an Alpha and it was enough.
It would be enough for the next eight years.
"Stiles' STOP IT!" Scott roared, using his Alpha voice to try and beat his best friend into submission. "As the Alpha I command you to stop!" his hackles raised by the magic he could sense from Stiles for the first time.
Knowing now what Derek, Peter and Cora had always known.
"You were never my alpha!" Stiles features one of utter disgust, he wished he'd turned his back on Scott when he had the chance…and there had been many chances over the years. All of which Scott continuing to let him down again and again and again…this time with severe consequences. This was…his fault, this was all his fault, he'd continued to ignore Scott's faults regardless of what he did. There was nobody here to blame but himself, everyone had warned him that his loyalty was wasted on the likes of him who wouldn't lift a finger for him in turn.
Turns out everyone had known McCall better than him.
"I'm the Alpha of this pack!" the Alpha in him furious over the insubordination. Eyes staying red, shifted entirely, breathing heavily at his best friend.
Rage encompassed Stiles, directing it the huntress, "This is for my dad," despite his voice breaking on the word, he was strong and resolute.
One second Monroe was screaming and writhing in agony, then next pieces of her body splattered all over them.
Peter blinked, before deftly wiped away the skin, hair and blood off his favourite Henley. Entirely unperturbed by the turn of events, unlike Scott who began squealing and shuddering in disgust. Using his hands to wipe away the mess covering his entire front – he had moved to protect her from Stiles – but magic wasn't always physical. Not that it helped any, it just covered him worse.
"What have you done? Stiles? What have you done?" Scott refocused on what was more important, aghast at what his best friend had done.
Derek wrapped his arms around Stiles, bodily hoisting him in the air, which wasn't easy slippery as they were with blood and guts. Stiles might be thinner and lithe than him, but he was also taller. The feeling of Stiles' magic encompassing him was…warm, safety, home, and despite all warnings his mind was crying due to the unpredictability of magic, he and his wolf knew they were safe with Stiles.
They were mates after all. Whether they refused to act on or acknowledge it.
"Peter, a little help," Derek grunted, "Stiles! Stiles don't do anything you'll regret." Derek cautioned, as Scott continued his usual diatribe. Derek had successfully managed to block out his nonsense a long time ago.
"I was trying to broker peace, Stiles! To save lives!"
Peter scooped up the dead body of Sherriff Stilinski, as Scott was thrown clear in the air. Whatever happened next wasn't known as the screen went blank along with Stiles' consciousness.
"Peter…how could you let this happen?" Jasper rasped out, staring at the blank screen absolutely horrified.
"Oh, I tried to stop what I knew was coming," Peter said, gritting his teeth at the blame being put at his feet. "Unfortunately, they wouldn't listen and I ended up the bad guy after each incident." Having to explain himself to impudent little pups that had no idea the intricate details involved in running a pack. The 'true idiot' just thought it was friends and demanding their obedience when he felt like it. There had been no pack, no structure, paper thin pack bonds, honestly, he was surprised they'd lived long enough to see the end.
Derek and Stiles cringed, because it was true.
Jasper froze, "Are you trying to tell me this idiot got the better of you?" incredulousness thrumming through him, Peter was cunning, so very smart and patient, how could this boy have gotten the better of him.
"Your grandsons mate just happens to be too smart for his own good," Peter coolly reminded Jasper.
Stiles just grinned showing off way more teeth than he needed to, he didn't regret any of his actions, well, maybe he did, maybe he should have let Peter kill Scott and all the Argents. Then nothing would have happened, and the world wouldn't have ended…but it had them all to this very moment.
"By the moon, what on earth happened?" Sebastian, still a little emotional over seeing Stiles' father's death. He'd met the deputy a few times – or Sheriff as he was in future – and he rather liked him. The fact he hadn't hesitated to give them all a roof over their heads spoke volumes too. Despite the fact Talia had nearly mauled his son to pieces by her rash reactions. "How did this all happen?" bewildered, what had become of their territory.
Then the blank black screen lit up, "Why do you have a bat?!"
"I thought you were a predator!"
"What the…" Stiles muttered, eyes slightly wide, "I didn't do that!" at least he didn't think he had, had he?
Harry chuckled, "The president did tell you it takes all your memories,"
Derek had flushed red to the top of his ears, that any other situation would have had Stiles teasing him endlessly. Stiles had a feeling on why Derek had flushed red though, but refrained from teasing him.
"We aren't going to be watching every single memory, are we?" Chris asked, taking a break, flexing his wrist and hand. It was difficult writing with a quill, he did not like it at all, and he was using muscles he wasn't used to using. To watch all the memories? It would take weeks if not months surely? And he didn't want to be stuck here if that happens. He couldn't leave Allison adrift. She already had such a difficult upbringing, hated the constant moving, a mother that barely showed any emotions and parents that were more often than not gone for weeks at a time hunting.
"No, the magic in the platform is answering Mr. Hale's question," Daisy told them, glancing at the time, "We cannot stop it, only pause it."
Every memory of 'how' this came about, would be shown.
"We don't need to be here for that, right?" Stiles asked, shifting uncomfortably, there were a lot of memories he didn't want to revisit. Especially considering it ended with him being an idiot and forgiving and forgiving until it ultimately lost him his father.
"We're shut in," Daisy pointed out, and really it should remain that way until they were ready to put a battle plan into action.
"You can't expect him to remain awake all night," Harry explained, pinching the bridge of his nose, "An adult he may be mentally, but physically, he's not going to be able to remain awake all night."
"Then I suggest we get viewing the memories as quickly as possible, they might prove useful in our endeavours to find a suitable plan. Plus, there's nothing more we can do until Mr. Argent is finished." They were planning on a systematic attack, as widespread as possible. Although, there were two people he wanted his inhouse unspeakable (which was just a fancy name for an assassin) to deal with, and make it look as accidental as possible.
The list was just two right now, it might change though.
Scott McCall
Tamora Monroe
Sebastian and Jasper were all for it, as were the council leaders, although it was a rather wide tangent, it was rather relevant they supposed. When had Stiles realized he was magical? What happened to lead to this point? And were the Hales as important as they seemed in the grand scheme of things? How many memories could there be?
It would turn into 'how many more memories can possibly by left' the end of the night.
A/N – there we go guys I'm going to try and get the next chapter out tomorrow (already got 1K written of the next chapter woohoo!) I'm aiming to try and avoid having to 'watch' the memories, perhaps a brief description of what they've seen so that people who haven't watched Teen Wolf can at least half way understand what was meant to happen even if what's happened isn't as important as it could be with time-travel and all and a new future! So, how will Stiles react when he finds out? Or will he just be glad the weight was off his shoulders? Do you want to see their plans enacted or just the knowledge that its going ahead? Will Eichen House be ignored in this one? Taken over by wizards for the bad supernatural folk that need prison? Or taken out of commission? Or will Harry buy it? so many possibilities! R&R please! There's one thing though, I always want to turn Beacon Hills into a supernatural only area LMAO! For all my teen wolf stories but I need to curtail that into maybe only two because I don't want it to becoming boring and predictable :P anyway I hope you're enjoying the story!