Stiles
"I told you," Scott hissed, moving closer. "I thought you were a man of vision. I warned you what would happen if you came back." Figures moved and their faces became clear. Isaac. Derek. Cora. Lydia. Ethan. Aiden.
"Who are these children?" She hissed.
"My pack." I smirked.
"You don't get it it." She snarled, grabbing me. She had a strong grip and I couldn't get away. "None of you get it!" Two more figures came into view. My father. My mother. Her face softened when she saw my mother.
"Tabitha." My father said quietly. His eyes flickered anxiously from her to me.
"Hello John," she said calmly.
"Tabitha, let Stiles to go." My father said slowly.
"You don't understand." She shook her head. "None of you understand!"
"Understand what?" My mother asked.
"I only wanted what was best for my daughter," she insisted. "For you, Claudia." She spat angrily.
"Taking my Genim away was best for me?" She asked in disbelief.
"You don't understand," she repeated. "You may never understand. It was for the best."
"What is there to understand?" My mother insisted. "You took my son away from me. Not only did you make me believe that my son and husband were dead, but that it was my fault that they were dead." She seethed.
"You weren't ready for him!" Tabitha insisted. "He would never have been truly happy."
"You're insane!" My mother spat. "He would have grown up with both his parents. Instead he had to grow up thinking that I was dead. How would that have made him truly happy?" Her grip on my arm tightened, and her eyes darkened.
"All I wanted was for everything to be perfect. You've ruined that." She spat at me.
"You couldn't leave it how it was. Deucalion?" She looked around. The alpha was nowhere to be found. He had abandoned her and left her on her own. I used this as a distraction to pry my arm free. When I was away from her grasp, my father pulled out his gun.
"It's over, Tabitha." He said slowly, aiming his gun at her.
"I only wanted what was best." Tabitha howled in dismay. My father inched closer to her. She didn't resist when he put her in handcuffs. He led her over to his car and put her in the backseat. I looked over at my pack. Derek, of course, was wearing a frown.
"That was boring." Aiden scoffed. "I thought there would be a little action." I couldn't help but laugh. I felt arms wrap around me tightly. My mother. I stood there, letting her hold me and ruffle her hands through my hair. It's over. I thought. We are a family again. It's all over.
Its not much, but what ever. What did you guys think?