AN: Sorry for not updating, but this has turned into a side story to my other one I'm writing right now. I'll try to update more, but if I don't get more reviews and follows I might have to stop updating and I don't want to do that. So here's what I going to do: If I don't reach five reviews then I won't publish the fourth chapter.
"Stiles, who are they?" Kira asked as Harper and Alex got out of Stiles' car. He sighed as the pack watched them with narrowed eyes, this isn't going to be fun, he thought. He opened his mouth to start, but then closed it again, not knowing what to say. Heck, he didn't even know how to start. He took a deep breath and thought it over for a second. Just say it.
"I'm not human." Huh, that wasn't so hard, he thought. "And neither is my cousin Alex." He said, pointing to Alex, who had stepped to stand beside him. The pack remained silent, just staring with raised eyebrows, half believing his words, and half thinking about how ridiculous it sounded. Stiles. Squishy, weak, defenseless Stiles as anything other than human? It was impossible, right? Alex smacked the back of his head harshly, shocking the pack slightly.
"Number one rule, idiot!" She screamed at him as the pack watched with amused curiosity.
"No, no, it's okay! They're werewolves! Well… Some of them." The pack looked like they were about to tackle Stiles for just telling two 'humans' about them, but Alex and Harper's reactions surprised them into staying still. Harper sighed and let her shoulders sag, and Alex laughed her 'Alex laugh'.
"Oh my god! You're friends with werewolves? Never would have imagined that you, of all people, would be brave enough!" She laughed and Stiles shot her a look for doubting him.
"Ugh, not more werewolves…" Harper whined, "Why can't it be, like, werebunnies or something?" Stiles gave her a look as she walked over to stand on his other side, but he quickly turned his gaze back on pack. They stood on edge, especially Derek, who began to growl softly.
"Oh, calm down Sourwolf, they're no threat." Stiles' words calmed the others down, but Derek didn't seem to believe him. Alex saw this and laughed again, catching the pack, once again, by surprise. Then she did one of the stupidest things Stiles had ever witnessed: she walked straight for him. Stiles tried to grabbed her arm to stop her, but he just barely missed, not being able to catch her before she got within killing distance of Derek.
"I've dated a werewolf before... And you, sourwolf, don't scare me." She smiled softly. Derek's eyes flashed blue and he growled louder, but he didn't attack.
"You're wizards." Derek spat through clenched teeth. It was more of a statement than a question, but Alex could tell he was searching for an answer.
"That's the one!" Alex cried, "And on the first try, what a smart, little werewolf." Instead of ripping her apart, like Stiles thought the wolf would do, he returned the dark-haired girl's smile.
"Wait," Isaac cut in, "what do you mean wizards?" The pack turned to Stiles, who was now giving Alex an evil look.
"They're magical beings, usually collected in a society call the Wizard World," Derek answered, and Stiles raised his eyebrows, "But why would a wizard family be in Beacon Hills? Isn't it out of the wizard world's realm?" He asked, surprising Stiles even more than the other pack members.
"Um... Well... My uncle Jerry, Alex's dad, won the wizarding competition and took the family magic, so his sister, my mom, went to one of the only places the wizarding world couldn't touch: Beacon Hills. But my uncle Jerry fell in love with a human, which is illegal for wizards, so he gave the family magic to my mom, but then she fell in love with my dad and gave the magic to our uncle Kelbo. But since both of them had the family magic at some point, we were born wizards." Just to prove his point, Stiles pulled his wand from his back pocket.
"Prove it." Isaac said, narrowing his eyes at the other boy.
"Edgebono Utoosis." Stiles said simply, flicking the wand over himself. He felt strange for a moment, but when he looked to his right he saw a perfect copy of himself. The pack stared at him for a moment in disbelief. Scott walked forward, reaching his hand out to touch the duplicate, but it smacked his hand away.
"Dude, don't touch me." The real Stiles said for his clone.
"Well," Harper cut in, "This is great and all, but can we go inside or something?"
AN: OMG I've had this chapter written out for three months and haven't posted because 1) I didn't have a computer (If you read my Fallen Bird story then you've already heard the story), and 2) I've had major writer's block. But the funny thing is that I only wrote another two sentences before I decided to end the chapter, so it was three months wasted.
Shoutout to Fallen witch 2682 for pushing me to finish! I promise I'll try and write a couple more chapters to finish it.