Notes:
Hello, I am back again.
I am really inspired to write the story.
So this update is going to be three chapters. Lucky for you guys.
I actually wrote these chapters in a very weird order. I was writing what was originally going to be chapter 21 weeks ago. But then this chapter came to mind so I wrote it and I felt like it should've gone before the chapter I wrote last week so I put it as chapter 21 and chapter 22 is still currently not done. But I went ahead and wrote chapter 23 and now I'm struggling to finish chapter 22.
I think you're going to get a lot of information from this chapter and I am finally seeing my story come together which is great. This is a lot of background information about Stiles' mother. And about Beacon Hills like years ago.
****Also, Peter does not know any of this. I explain why in chapter 23. But while you're reading if it doesn't make sense why Peter doesn't know any of this or why he never told Stiles anything, there's a reason for it. I already thought ahead.*****
Also, the whole chapter is in italic because it's about the past, up till the end.
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Claudia's POV:
Flashback...
I first moved to Beacon Hills so long ago. I was 20 at the time. Both my parents had passed away a long time ago, not from anything serious; actually, it was old age. My brother was 10 years older than me, So by the time I was born, my parents were already in their late 30s, early 40s. And it just happened like that, from a very young age I couldn't stand my brother.
At first, it was sibling rivalry; then, it was his anger that pushed me away. And the final straw was his controlling nature once you became a werewolf. I was really sad to leave my home where I've lived my whole life, but I realized for myself that I needed a new change, new scenery, and just something different. Something preferably away from werewolves for at least a little while.
My plan worked pretty well once I was 19 years old. I left Mystic Falls, and I went on a road trip up to California. I spent so much time in roadside motels and just tourist attractions around America. It was enjoyable and really free, considering I was trapped in a small town for so long.
Don't get me wrong; I love Mystic Falls. I had so many friends there, but after leaving a small town, you realize how big the world truly is. It's not a place where everybody knows you on the street; you could go unnoticed for days and just be free from nosy eyes. It was honestly refreshing. Because in small towns, everyone knew what your business was and if they didn't mind prying into your private life.
But outside of Virginia, nobody knew me. I could do whatever I wanted, and nobody would judge me. It was great and very freeing.
But once I got all the way to the west coast, my trip seemed to stop because there was no more road left to travel unless I wanted to go up into Canada or down to Mexico. Because I definitely didn't have the money to take a plane anywhere. My family was rich, and I did get a good chunk of inheritance, but I was smart. I wasn't just gonna waste all my inheritance money flying around the world; I did want to settle down and have a family at some point.
But definitely not now. I'm in the prime of my youth, and I was ready to just conquer the world.
It was hard being a werewolf on your own. I had to improvise places to change myself up every day. And the days I couldn't, I would drive as far into the wilderness I could get, and hopefully, I would remain within the area.
It was tough not having to have someone have your back. But I didn't really have anyone having my back since my parents were alive. I triggered the curse quite early by accident. When I was a kid, some boy tried to kiss me, and I didn't like it. I wasn't even trying to hurt the kid; I was just trying to push him back, except I pushed him back, and he hit his head, and ...well, I triggered the curse.
My brother never triggered his curse when I was with him; I haven't seen him for maybe about six months, so if he's a werewolf now, then well, I'm not surprised it did happen.
I love my brother, don't get me wrong, even though we fight a lot and piss each other off all the time, we were really close when we were younger.
It's just after my parents died; we just separated.
It's a time when we probably should've been the closest to each other, but it just didn't work out that way.
Anyway, that was in the past. I'm sure whenever I go back and visit, we can just makeup, it'll be difficult, but I'm sure by then, all the anger will have worn off, and we can just be siblings again. It's not just my brother and me; I have another brother as well, he's the youngest, but he's only younger than me by a year and a half. But I definitely held that over him whatever I have to do chores and stuff. Sibling stuff, you know.
I really like my younger brother; he also triggered his curse by getting into a fight and, unfortunately, beating someone until they died. He said he was just so angry and just didn't even realize what he had done until it was over. He was a mess for a couple of years until he regained his humanity in a way, but he skipped town even before I did.
He said he wanted to find more werewolves, and he said he would come back and visit to see us because it's not like a town would ever change.
And that bastard doesn't carry any contact information, so I couldn't even tell him I was leaving town.
The little brat.
Anyway, after my long journey from east to west, I stopped in a little town in California called Beacon Hills. It was a quaint little town, kind of like Mystic Falls, but it kind of made me feel at home.
And since I was on the road for so long, I thought maybe a quick stop in a small town, maybe for like a year, would be good for me. As much as I loved the freedom, I was kind of homesick, but I didn't really want to go back home, so this was a great alternative.
I really ended up liking the town.
I stayed there for way more than a year. Actually, I stayed there for three. By my third year, I got a call that my brother was getting married, and he wanted me to come back for the wedding. I was thinking of just going back to Mystic Falls and living there, but then I thought about it, and I thought, why not make Beacon Hills my home .
It was just a good amount of weird and just a good amount of cozy, but it felt like home. And there was even a werewolf population here. There were two packs in the area. One was the famous Hale pack. And the other was the Satomi pack. I lived closer to the Hale pack, but the other pack was just in the immediate area. After realizing there were werewolves, I made sure to introduce myself, and I was welcomed pretty nicely.
They were a little suspicious at first, but when they realized I was just a traveling kid, they just said it was okay, and I could stay here. I was really hoping they'd let me stay because I really ended up liking the town quite a lot.
I was older than most of the kids that were close to my age.
Apparently, a lot of people here had the same idea that I had, which was to leave town at the moment that they had come of age.
But I met a lot of interesting people; I made friends with quite a few people in the Hale pack and in the Satomi pack. I noticed something a year into meeting them; I noticed that I was a little different.
It was my wolf that was different from theirs. I never told them about it. I was scared that they would kick me out, but they were definitely different.
The first thing that led me to the conclusion that was different was that I was talking to a really good friend of mine, a sarcastic little bastard who was two years younger than me named Peter Hale.
He was one of the first people from the pack that let me in.
While everyone else in the pack was more than welcoming, they didn't really include me in things.
I understood for the most part because I was just living in their land; I didn't need to be part of their pack.
But Peter was the first one that just brought me in. So I really appreciated it, and we were terrific friends because of it.
But one day we were talking about our families, it was when I first got the letter that my brother was getting married. So we were just talking about our family in my place, and Peter mentioned how his sister was really good at controlling her wolf when she was younger, and it's why she was being trained to become the Alpha.
I didn't say anything at that point, but I was confused because I didn't realize it was normal for children to turn so early. So I asked more questions, and by the time that conversation was done, I'd come to the conclusion that we were two different kinds of werewolves.
I didn't tell anyone other than Peter, who I accidentally told because he noticed I wasn't telling him something, and he tricked me into saying it.
But I was glad that I told him because from that point on, he helped me with my full moons, and we became really close, almost inseparable.
It was inevitable that we started dating maybe four years after we met each other. It's just we were really compatible, and we enjoyed each other's company.
And everything was going well for like two years. We were in a happy relationship. Peter was pretty content with not becoming the alpha and just happy with his family, and his sister was grateful for it, so she didn't have to lose anybody for the fight to become the alpha. So I brought Peter to my brother's wedding, and we had a great time. I even got to see my little brother, who I hadn't seen in almost five years because he left a few years before I left home.
Everything was going really great.
But then something changed.
I wasn't feeling so great; I noticed it maybe three years into our relationship.
I didn't remember things. At first, I thought I was just forgetting, but then it was getting more and more common, and it was starting to scare me. I didn't really know who to go to, but I went to a doctor, and they said nothing was wrong with me, so then I went to Talia because she was the alpha by then, and she was already popping out her second child in a few months.
Talia and I got along very well once we got to know each other. Also, she was very grateful to me because I could keep her brother in check.
I came to her with the problem, but she didn't know, so she said she would ask a good friend of hers and she would get back to me about it.
My memory kind of messes up at this point in my memories. I figured it was because of the disease that I had.
I mean, what else could it possibly be?
But when she introduced me to her friend Alan, we did some tests, and she was unsure what was wrong as well, so he said he would branch out and ask some of his friends, and that was that for a while.
It went from one person to the next, and nobody knew it was wrong with me.
I was getting worried, and so was Peter. But we still carried on doing what we normally did. Peter was going to school at the moment, college, and I got a job in the family diner really close to the house. I loved to cook. It was a hobby of mine, and I was happy doing it as a job. And by doing it, I got to meet a lot of the people in the town. It was delightful, from what I remember. It was also a good place to meet new people because anyone who was just passing by the town would stop in the diner for a quick bite to eat, and I got to meet a lot of people that way. And I made some excellent friends.
Melissa was my other best friend besides Peter. She frequented the diner a lot because she was studying to be a nurse, and she was working in the hospital part-time, and she would come over for lunch and dinner every day.
When she came for dinner, I didn't really have anything to do because I would switch out with the other cook, and we were just chatting late into the night.
It was a really fond memory for me.
Most of my other friends were just people who lived in town who are similar to my age. Most of the people were closer to Peter's age, and most of them went to school with Peter.
There was Natalie, the popular girl who was also smart, or at least that's what Peter told me she was known for in school.
There was Melissa's boyfriend, Rafe, it was a nickname, and I normally just called him by his last name, so I can't for the life of me remember his full first name.
There was a nice guy who was one year older than me; his name is John Stilinski. He was really nice, and I think he has a crush on me.
And recently two new people came to town. They never stayed for very long, or at least they didn't come to the diner very often. There was a boy who was two years older than me named Chris, and he often came with his younger sister named Kate. I think Kate was closer to Peter's age, but I wasn't really sure I only got to talk to them once or twice. They seemed nice enough.
They gave me weird vibes, but I didn't really have anything to back up the weirdness I felt, so I just ignored it and tried to move past the feeling I was getting.
I also became pretty close friends with Alan and Talia because of the sickness. It's not really the best thing to bond over, but we got pretty close.
And even with the sickness that I had, there were moments where it was like months where it seemed everything was fine. So even though I was sick, I was okay.
Everything in my life was pretty good. But that's when everything started to go bad.
This new girl moved to town, and she was in love with Peter.
Peter told me she told him that it was love at first sight or something like that. But he told me he wasn't interested obviously and we were good. But I should let you know that the girl was a bit of a psychopath. Like she was really insane. She would do anything to try to break us apart. And it went on for three months before we tried to just confront her about it to make her stop.
I was kind of fed up because, at the time, I started feeling sick again, and I didn't really want to deal with some crazy bitch. Her name was Corinne, she wasn't human, but I wasn't exactly sure what she was either. Peter said that she was something similar to a werewolf but not a werewolf. But he hadn't really talked to her at all, so he didn't really know anything about her other than she was crazily obsessed with him.
Long story short, her constant interfering in our relationship broke us up for a little while.
We broke up one day because we were both really angry, and we took the anger out on each other instead of the person who pissed us off.
And I assumed that after we apologize, we would just get back together.
But after two weeks of not dating, I walked up to Peter to apologize, to be the bigger person, and suck up my feelings of anger, but he said that he accepted my apology, but he wouldn't get back together with me.
I didn't understand why for the longest time. It wasn't until I talked to Talia and Alan that I realized what happened back then. But I didn't get to know until maybe two years later, and by then, Peter and I had grown apart.
Apparently, after we had broken up, maybe a week and a half later, Corinne and Peter had sex, and Peter felt so guilty that he couldn't get back together with me.
With that being said, if he had told me that at the time, I probably wouldn't have gotten back together with him either. But I was really sad that our relationship ended on that note. And ended that way because we were such a good couple.
Talia was distraught because she had already decided that I was going to be her sister-in-law, and when that didn't work out, she was pretty bummed out for a while.
But she said I was still part of her family, even if Peter was an asshole. That's how close we got.
I didn't date for about a year and a half before someone eventually asked me out, and I decided to move one because Peter wasn't going to re-initiate the relationship. I didn't really know how to because it was just really awkward by then.
My next boyfriend was John Stilinski, the boy from the diner. He was always charming. I was just in a relationship at the time, so it didn't really matter if he was good-looking or not because I had Peter.
I really liked John.
He was lovely, he would come to work with roses sometimes, and he would take me out on these cute dates all the time. So I was pleased again. And we dated for quite a long time. Before he eventually popped the question, and of course, I said yes.
I was really happy.
I sold my old house, and we bought a new one together. It was still in the neighborhood and close enough to the diner that it was only a little drive. John was a deputy at the Beacon Hills Police Department. But I swear he spent more time at the diner with me than he did at work. I would scold him all the time because I don't know how he was getting away with it, but I knew he would get in trouble at some point.
Everything was going great. We had a nice wedding, and all of our friends were invited. I invited my brothers and everyone that I knew from town.
Peter ended up coming and congratulated us.
He wasn't bitter or too upset; it had been a long time since we broke up at this point.
Before he was my boyfriend, he was my best friend, and he told me he was happy for me. I know it wasn't a lie, just the same as I knew it wasn't the whole truth either.
But after my wedding, we reconciled and became friends again, which I was pleased about because I missed Peter as my friend for a long time.
After I got married, I didn't feel sick for a very long time. It felt like the disease or sickness just disappeared. Maybe it went away on its own. I was enjoying life.
A year into our marriage, I was having a baby. It turned out to be a little boy. I named him after my grandpa, who I loved when I was a child, but I found out that I was probably the only person that was able to pronounce the name, so we ended up giving him a nickname, Stiles.
It was John's father's nickname.
And everything was going really well.
It felt like everything had become good again.
And, of course, it seems like the perfect time for everything to go bad.
Stiles had just turned three, and I had brought him over to go visit my brother and their child. Our children were the same age so we thought that they should meet and then maybe they could grow up together.
Unfortunately, my brother and I got into a little argument, and we stopped talking again. And by the time we got back home, my sickness came back in full gear. I started to forget things again.
However, this time I started to forget important things. Like I would forget what time I had to go to work. Or I would forget to pick up Stiles from daycare. Or I would forget to chain myself up for the full moon. Or I would forget when the full moon was.
I was having a lot of trouble, and I needed help. So I got back in touch with Peter and Talia, and Alan.
Because at this point, it wasn't just affecting my life; it was endangering the people around me as well.
Peter offered to help me during the full moon. And I trusted Peter more because he knew that I wasn't the same type of wolf, and it was just easier that way, so I didn't have to tell too many people.
And Alan went back to researching how to fix whatever sickness I had gotten.
It was going pretty well for three years.
On Stiles' sixth birthday, we went out to an amusement park with just Stiles and John, and I. Everything was going really well up until the end of the day, and I had fainted.
Of course, my overly worried husband brought me to the hospital.
I didn't think there was anything wrong with me, but my husband said that he wanted me to get checked out just in case because I had told him that I had something wrong with me when we started dating. But I said it would come and go, but the doctors didn't know what was wrong with me.
John being really worried that it was the same thing happening again, decided to get every test done just to see and make sure. I guess it was a good idea because I found out that I had frontotemporal dementia.
Apparently, the technology that they had when I first got the disease wasn't able to pick it up yet, but now, as times have progressed, the machines they had were able to pick it up, and it was a very rare disease, so the doctors back then probably didn't even think to check it. They said it rarely happens with younger people and only normally starts when people get very old.
We didn't end up telling Stiles at first, but he was a very smart kid and figured it out on his own. He didn't know what was wrong with me; he just knew I was sick because I had to go to the hospital very often.
After I figured it out, I made sure to let Alan know that it was a normal disease and that there was nothing he could do about it, but I was very thankful that he was trying. But Alan was a good friend and said he would try to see if there was a supernatural cure for it, but he said he made no promises.
Which I was thankful for because he didn't really have to do this.
Everything was going okay for a while. It wasn't good by any means, but it was okay, and life was moving on. Stiles was doing good in school; he had made some good friends.
Melissa's son Scott and my son became best friends, which we were very happy about. Because that means we got to hang out more often.
It was hard to hang out with your friends when you had children, but if your children were best friends, then it was the easiest.
Melissa had divorced Mr. McCall. She wouldn't tell me why, but she said it just didn't work out, and it was better off if they were separate. Which I was okay with because I didn't really like him in the first place.
I was more than happy to babysit Scott whenever she needed me to. He was so adorable; he looked just like a little puppy. It was so cute. I took so many pictures of our little boys together.
One day I forgot that it was the full moon. And unfortunately, Peter was busy. But it wouldn't have mattered because I forgot about him altogether for a few minutes. I was alone in the house. I took off from work today, but I couldn't remember why I took off from work. Because Stiles was at school and then he was going to go to Melissa's house with Scott and John was working all day today, probably late into the night as well.
So I don't know why I wanted to be home alone. I was perplexed.
Up until I started to shift.
Then I realized what was going on and I quickly ran as fast as I could into the forest trying to get as far away from town as possible. I had fully turned into a werewolf, and it was tough to control it because the disease was messing with me.
I would forget which way was the town and which way was the forest.
It seems like the disease was slowly affecting my werewolf self as well.
Unfortunately, I ran into Alan in the middle of the woods. I don't remember what he was doing out there, and he never told me. But I ended up attacking him in confusion because I forgot who it was.
After that, I apologized to him profusely, and he said he was fine, but it seemed like there was a wall between us at this point.
I can understand where he's coming from because I attacked him as a crazed werewolf. I assumed it was just another friend that I might've lost, which would've been sad but understandable.
The weirdest part was it wasn't a lost friendship.
Maybe about two months later, after the disease started to get really bad, Alan had told me that he might've found something to cure my disease.
He said it was a one in 1 million chance that it would work, but he said it would help. I was starting to get headaches from the pain of not remembering things. Also, frontotemporal dementia started to give me headaches.
Something to do with the disease itself was messing with my brain.
He said it was a medicine and a painkiller. All wrapped into one.
He was a veterinarian, so he knew how to prescribe the right amounts of everything, so I trusted him.
And for the most part, the pain was gone.
I didn't really like the taste of the medicine, but it was medicine, figures I wouldn't like it. But while it did get rid of the pain, even if it didn't really do anything for my disease.
Actually, from the point I started taking the medicine, the disease started to slowly get worse and worse.
I got an allergy test and ran it by Alan to make sure that he wasn't putting anything I was allergic to into the medicine, which he assured me he wasn't, and I had no reason to doubt him.
So I continue to take the medicine, and my disease slowly started to get worse and worse and worse.
Until I eventually ended up dying.
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No, hahaha, oh my bad, my memory was a little fuzzy, Alan's medicine worked perfectly fine.
I was cured.
It was my husband that died.
Oh, how silly of me. How could I have forgotten?
There was a fire, right the Hale fire. Right their whole family died except for Peter and some of Talia's kids. And my husband died trying to save them.
That's right.
And after that, I learned it was arson, and I decided to become a police officer in his memory, and that's how I became the sheriff of Beacon Hills.
I was always alive; I never died.
I never died. I've always been alive.
I was cured; that's right, I was cured.
I'm not sick anymore.
I took medicine.
It's my husband who died.
What school does Stiles go to? When did I send him off to college? What did he look like growing up? Wasn't his head shaved? Why don't I remember him growing up?
What's wrong with my memory? Did I really ever become a cop? Is my husband dead?
How did I ... what?
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My head hurts.
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No, no, no, my husband died, not me.
I wonder why I was thinking such weird things?
My husband died.
I am a cop.
I am the sheriff of Beacon Hills.
I raised Stiles to adulthood.
I sent him off to college.
I gave him my jeep.
I was not sick to the point where I died.
I was cured.
Alan cured me.
Yes, I don't know why I was thinking differently.
Haha.
Ah.
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Notes:
I know a lot of you assumed that Stiles' dad was actually Peter. It took so much constraint not to comment on those comments. Because I didn't want to spoil anything.
Peter and Stiles are very much not related.
Also, FYI if you do not know who Corinne is, she's the desert Wolf, apparently, that's her name.
I really really like this chapter.
It's also really fucking long. It took me so long to scroll back up to find the beginning of this chapter in my notes.
