Okay as promised! A new chapter! Okay... I know I don't know what I'm doing, and I'm pretty much improvising from here on out, and I suck, and I can't write, and this story probably doesn't make sense to anyone but me and my head, but give me a shot!
Jordan stood stunned as Stiles sat there several minutes after his sister had disappeared and just wept silently. It was the first time the majority of the pack had seen Stiles break down, however no one moved to comfort him feeling as if he needed to put himself back together alone.
It may have sounded like a selfish and uncaring thing to do, but Jordan of all people understood how someone would need to mourn alone for a while before facing the world, he understood from the seemingly endless months at war. Jordan shook those thoughts away, the thoughts that could work himself into a panic attack on his best days, because Stiles needed them.
After a while had past, Stiles himself broke the silence much like he had done before and Jordan secretly respected him for putting his masks back up so quickly.
"What the hell is going on?" He asked with such bite to the word everyone in the room flinched furiously "I mean, what was the point in that?"
Before anyone could answer the door to the hospital room opened and in stepped a woman. Her hair was an Ashen gray, cropped short above her shoulders and framing her face which was decorated with bright jade eyes; a colour which was mesmerising and popped from her face, especially with her umber brown skin tone. She wore a clinging silver sheath that made it seem as though she were wrapped in aluminium foil which was long enough to drape along the floor and in her hand she held a piece of paper, scrunched up as she held to it so tightly her knuckles were white.
Despite her death grip on the piece of material, she held a sweet smile on her lips as she scanned the room for everyone, before her eyes finally landed on Stiles. He tensed up quickly.
"Stiles" She began, voice thick with an accent hard to identify "I'm sorry for that, I was just curious as to how you react" Stiles eyes hardened immediately as he peered up to glare at her.
"Wow that's okay I don't mind. I completely understand why you would show me my dead sister die again" He spat, words dripping with sarcasm as the smile slipped from her mouth and her eyes softened.
"I did not wish to hurt you. I can understand why you would be upset, however you must know I had a very good reason in doing so" She reasoned
"Oh please, enlighten me" He begged sarcastically his eyes not leaving the woman.
"Well as you know me and my father have just been awoken from a long coma, and as a result we realise that Beacon Hills has fallen into the hands of this pack. We understand and respect this, however as I felt you entering the house I could feel the instability and panicked. My magic has been inactive for so long so it lashed out and trapped all of you in this dream scope where it believes we can help your pack heal." She finished her mouth hardening into a thin line as she awaited a reaction.
Kira opened her mouth to speak before Stiles beat her to it
"That doesn't explain however, why you would show me my dead sister" He hissed, before she could answer Lydia piped in
"And we are not an unstable pack, we are well aware of our jobs within our group and we do them well and efficiently" The pack aside from Lydia and Stiles who stood together now all moved to be behind them protectively as a sign of support as Jordan and the others let the brains of the pack argue against this newcomer, knowing that there could be nothing they could say to stop them.
"And we didn't come here to discuss or meddle with any instabilities inside the pack dynamics even if there were any" Stiles added
"Yes but this could concern the entirety of Beacon Hills"
"Bullshit" Stiles said "My sister has nothing to do with the entirety of Beacon Hills"
Lydia nodded in agreement before adding "And you have no right to mention or create a dream scope of her you stone cold bitch"
The lady looked taken back and Jordan could understand why she looked so shock, there were times when he was on the receiving end of these things and it was not pleasant.
"Please calm down" She tried raising her hands as a sign of peace "I would like to explain myself further please" Lydia stood with her hands on her hips as Stiles shook his hands to signify a 'go on'.
"Well... umm it has nothing to do with the placement of the pack as you put it young Lydia. It is the tension and the secrets I would like to be rid of" And that just started a whole new yelling fest from the two.
"We have a right to our secrets and it doesn't mean shit that I never mentioned my sister. It has nothing to do with instability I just don't feel I needed to mention her because she was already dead" Beside Jordan, Scott flinched.
"Do you have any sense of morality?" Asked Lydia "Or are you just an idiot?"
"ENOUGH" The woman shouted firmly to which both Lydia and Stiles just glared "I am not finished" She huffed and waved her hands which caused duct tape to magically find itself onto Stiles and Lydia's mouths.
"Alright..." She began once again "Some magic users such as myself have the ability to look into people's memories, thoughts, fears, etc. Some of them manage to use it against people, which will probably happen at some point if the Nemeton continues to attract the supernatural" And no one dares ask how she knows this, continuing to listen attentively "Because of this I am going to help your pack. If you are all used to seeing each other's memories it will keep you prepared. If it had happened before now the magic user would use your packs emotional vulnerability as an advantage, which is something I can't let happen. Also by doing this it will strengthen your magical bonds which can give the alpha extra power" She winks at Scott as if they shared some inside joke on the matter, to which Scott just looked confused "I could go on for hours about how this would benefit your pack, but that's boring, so let's begin!"
Jordan looks around to see everyone's expressions, Scott looks taken back and Hayden, Liam and Mason look particularly nervous. Malia looks like she's ready to rip the woman's throat out, but miraculously is holding herself back. Stiles and Lydia look disbelieving and untrusting, like she's crazy or they just don't believe her; which doesn't surprise anyone.
"Alright first stop" She says cheerfully clapping her hands together "Catherine"
Jordan has 3 seconds to register Stiles panic stricken face before everything goes black.
I know! It sucks I just haven't got it in me, yet I carry on! Reviews are always appreciated :P Please tell me if it sucks. And also, tell me whether the Sherriff should be bad or good, cause I don't know what I'm doing :D