When they arrived at Beacon Hills Memorial to drop off Liam so he could meet up with his stepdad, Bianca remained in the car. She was unwilling to brace the storm just to go into a hospital of all places. Only Stiles and Malia returned to the Jeep. Scott had disappeared to go pick up his girlfriend, Kira, who was stuck in traffic on her way back from the airport. According to Stiles, they'd narrowly missed a several car pile up which was causing chaos inside the hospital. Upon learning this, Bianca was even happier that she didn't go with everyone else.

Malia took Scott's former place in the passenger's seat leaving Bianca by herself in the back. She took advantage of the space, despite the fact that she didn't need the extra leg room, and stretched her body across the row of seats. She tuned out the chatter between Stiles and Malia as she inspected herself in a compact mirror. She wanted to look perfect for her return to Beacon Hills High. She needed to. After all, she had a reputation to uphold.

None of her classmates had seen her for two years, and only a select few even knew about her return. She had to beg Lydia not to shout it from the rooftops - aka tweet about it to her massive following which included the entirety of the school - or throw a huge party to welcome her home. It would've ruined the whole surprise; she wouldn't have gotten to see all the reactions of her peers. Bianca tended to have a flair for the dramatic. She simply couldn't resist making a grand entrance.

As Bianca had made it known, she wasn't particularly excited about Senior Scribe. The tradition of writing initials on library shelves as some way to immortalize one's time at the school seemed like a waste to her. She was betting that all of those defaced bookcases would be replaced soon enough, rendering the whole thing pointless. The only reason she agreed to go was because she knew that all the people she truly cared about, a rather short list, would be there.

Being an avid party goer meant that Bianca knew a lot of people. People who would buy alcohol, provide drugs, or be entertaining enough to keep around. However, she didn't know many people all that well and even less knew her. There were only a few that she considered her real friends. She would go through Senior Scribe if it meant seeing those friends again as soon as possible.

Bianca sat upright as they neared BHHS, her heart beating faster when it swam into view. Was she nervous? She didn't expect to be, yet her palms were beginning to sweat. What did she have to be anxious about? She was finally getting what she wanted so desperately after two years of waiting. Bianca masked whatever apprehension she may have been feeling with an unwavering aura of confidence that she always carried with her.

They were met with madness as they pulled into the parking lot. A mass of students, the whole senior class, was swarming the building to get out of the rain. Much to Bianca's dismay, the storm had not let up in the slightest. If anything, it had worsened. She was more than a little irked that it was her first night back and Mother Nature didn't seem to give a damn. She was quite literally raining on Bianca's parade.

"Why the hell is it pouring outside?" She asked in annoyance. "We live in California not...someplace where it rains a lot."

"Seattle?" Stiles said in an attempt to be helpful. A mistake on his part.

Misplacing her frustration onto him, Bianca sniped, "Shut up."

He was too fixated on finding a place to park to bicker with her. By some miracle, Stiles found a spot fairly close to the front. Not that it would do much good because anyone who was outside for more than a few seconds would be soaked with how relentlessly the rain was coming down.

"Are we ready or what?" Stiles asked with enthusiasm as he unbuckled. Malia nodded unconvincingly, and even Bianca who'd known her for all of 15 minutes could sense her reluctance. Stiles twisted in his seat to regard his sister. "What about you, B? Prepared to make your debut?"

Doing one last check of her reflection, she said, "Please, you know I live for this shit. I was born ready."

"Yeah, 13 minutes after me," Stiles retorted. He loved to point out that he was technically older than her, and she loved to counter that he sure as hell didn't act like it.

"Well, let's not make the public wait another second," Bianca said, grabbing a stray windbreaker left on the floor and pulling it over her head to keep her meticulously curled hair from being ruined.

Malia pushed out of the car and bolted off with extraordinary speed, Stiles following her with a much slower gait. Bianca exited the car and darted forward, effortlessly bypassing her brother even though she was wearing three-inch heels. It would've been a more impressive feat if Stiles had some modicum of athletic ability.

Once Bianca made it to the covered walkway leading to the entry, she lowered the jacket that shielded her and shook off the excess water on it. Those loitering outside took notice of her instantly, their jaws dropping and their eyes bugging out when they realized who she was. Students leaned towards each other and whispered amongst themselves about Bianca's unexpected arrival. She could already feel the rumor mill churning. She was positive that by the time classes began the next day, news of her return would be widespread.

A smirk curved at her lips as she took a sweeping glance, her eyes landing on no one in particular. She peered over her shoulder to see Stiles and Malia whispering intensely together. "Are you two coming?" Bianca questioned.

"We'll catch up with you in a minute," Stiles promised.

She shrugged and gave Stiles his coat as she said, "Suit yourselves. You're the ones missing out on front row seats to what's going to be the hottest topic of gossip at BHHS all year round."

Holding her head up high, Bianca strutted past the anonymous faces of her peers while they gazed at her in awe. Her expression remained indifferent, but she felt immense satisfaction on the inside. Even after all this time, she still had the ability to command attention and get everyone talking about her just by showing up.

Bianca burst through the double doors and lingered for a moment, scanning the crowd in search of someone familiar. Just as they had outside moments ago, all of the people in the hallway recognized her immediately. She paid them no mind, though. Not when she spotted a head of strawberry blonde hair coming her way. Of course Lydia Martin would be the first to find her. She probably knew the second Bianca set foot on campus property.

When Lydia had Bianca in her sights, she let out a squeal and quickened her pace. Bianca met the other girl halfway, opening her arms to brace herself for the hug Lydia was bound to initiate. As predicted, Lydia firmly wound her arms around Bianca when they crashed into one another, and she readily did the same.

"You're back!" Lydia proclaimed as she rocked their bodies back and forth.

"And you're already trying to suffocate me," Bianca choked out, barely able to catch her breath because of how tightly Lydia held her.

Releasing her, Lydia let out a laugh and took a step back. "Sorry, I just had to make sure you were real," she said as her olive eyes scanned over her old friend. Lydia leaned closer and lowered her voice so that only Bianca could hear her. "Any chance you've noticed that literally everyone is staring at you?"

"How could I not? Can you really blame them, though, Lyds?" Bianca said. Her brows furrowed as she continued, "The weird thing is I remember almost none of them."

"They sure seem to remember you," Lydia said, twirling a long tendril around her finger.

"Well, I'm pretty unforgettable," Bianca stated matter-of-factly.

They were interrupted by Lydia's phone ringing. She fished it out of her pocket with a roll of her eyes and glanced at the caller ID with a frown. "So sorry, I have to take this. I'll be back," she said.

She walked off abruptly and disappeared around a corner with urgency in her stride. Bianca considered going after Lydia, curious to see what could possibly be more important than their reunion. However, before she could make a move, someone startled her by looping an arm around her neck and yanking her against their chest. Bianca gripped the forearm across her throat with both hands in preparation to escape as she'd learned in one of the many self-defense classes her dad required her to take. Having a paranoid cop for a father was useful on occasion.

"Boo," her assailant whispered in her ear, loosening their grip on her as they burst into a fit of giggles.

"What the fuck!" Bianca exclaimed, whirling around to confront the attacker. She didn't anticipate to be met by her best friend, none other than Danika Belikova.

Bianca had known Danika for six years. They met in middle school after Danika's father moved their family moved from Russia to California following the death of her mother. As fate would have it, Bianca was assigned to be Danika's guide. Having lost her own mother, they bonded rather quickly. A morbid foundation for a couple of young girls to build a friendship upon, but it gave them a lasting connection nonetheless.

Without hesitation, Danika cupped Bianca's face with both hands and tugged her closer until their lips met in a gentle kiss. Neither of them cared that they were in the midst of a busy hallway. In that moment, all they cared about was each other.

Danika was the first one to break away. Bianca found herself chasing after her lips, craving the familiarity of her friend's kiss which always tasted of honey. They rested their foreheads together and stared into each other's eyes. "Welcome back," Danika whispered, her Russian accent peeking through her words.

"What a welcome gift. Sorry, I didn't get you anything," Bianca teased. "I missed you so damn much, Dani."

"I missed you too, buttercup," Danika responded with a grin, creating some distance between them. "I hate to be a stereotypical lesbian, but have I mentioned how jealous I am that you got to go to an all-girls school?"

"Only about a thousand times. By the way, I'm so glad you finally let those tragic bangs grow out," Bianca said, reaching out to pluck the ends of her glossy golden brown strands.

Offense flitted across Danika's features. "I grew them out because you're the only one I trusted to cut them!"

"Yeah, but I only did it because you asked so nicely," she said in return.

"Hey, I don't mean to intrude," a tender voice spoke up beside them.

Bianca looked to see Tracy Stewart, and a giant beam spread across her lips, lighting up her face. "Get over here," she invited, giving Tracy a squeeze that the other girl was unprepared for.

Tracy wasn't the type of person one would envision Bianca spending time with. Unlike her, Tracy was quite sheepish and reserved. She preferred studying over going out and was easily overlooked. They didn't really become friends until their freshman year, though Danika had been close with Tracy for years. They hadn't known each other all that long in the grand scheme of things, but Bianca was fiercely protective of her. She suspected that it was because she saw so much of her old self in Tracy.

"I hope you ladies took care of each other while I was gone," Bianca said as she separated from Tracy.

Tracy tucked her dark hair behind her ear and peered to Danika with wide eyes. "Of course we did," Danika answered for both of them. She placed an affectionate peck on Tracy's cheek which caused a flush to color her tan skin.

"Should we do this?" Tracy asked as she played with the strings of her hoodie.

Bianca glimpsed briefly at the front doors wondering if she should wait for her brother, but she decided that she had already waited long enough. She intertwined her arm with Danika's and weaved her other one around Tracy's trim waist. "Come on, we have some public property to vandalize," she said.

"Just like the good old days," Danika commented wistfully as the trio began strolling to the library.

"Now that I'm back, it'll be like those days never left..."

After the girls finally got their turn to write their initials, Tracy and Danika said their goodbyes to Bianca with assurances that they would see each other the next day. They left her to track down Stiles who had vanished along with the rest of his group. She didn't see any of them while waiting in line for Senior Scribe, so she assumed they ended up getting stuck near the end. She wasn't planning on waiting around in the hallway for them to finish. Instead, Bianca resolved to sneak off to her favorite spot on school grounds for a desperately needed cigarette.

She wanted an escape. To have a moment to herself before going home to have her most dreaded reunion. The one with her father.

Bianca slipped out of a side door and sprinted as fast as her legs would carry her, not bothering to defend herself from the onslaught of rain. She could barely see where she was going, but her feet knew the way. Once she was under the cover of the bridge, she slumped against a wall. She wiped away the makeup running down her face, no longer caring about her appearance. Drenched and shivering, Bianca found herself wishing she hadn't given Stiles his windbreaker back.

Going through her purse, she retrieved her phone, a half-empty pack of Marlboros, and a lighter. Bianca sent a text to Stiles to let him know where she was so he could find her when he was ready to leave. She drew out a cigarette and layered it between her lips, stashing the pack back in her bag. She cupped a hand around the lighter as she tried multiple times to get it to produce a flame, but it kept flickering out.

"Fuck," Bianca uttered sharply after her ninth attempt.

"Want some help with that?" Someone called out.

Bianca whipped her head around to locate the source and saw a shadowy figure slowly approaching her. "Who's there?" She asked, regretting her choice of words as soon as they left her mouth. How many times had that line been said in a horror movie by some unwitting idiot who was about to get killed?

She heard the footsteps grow louder and her body tensed, ready to put up a fight rather than run. When the person was close enough, Bianca saw that it was a boy who must've been her age. An attractive one at that. One with bright eyes, dirty blond hair, and a dangerously charming smile. She straightened her posture as he came to a stop only a few feet from her. One of his hands produced a lighter from his pocket.

Bianca inspected the boy with suspicion, sizing him up. He wasn't much taller than her, at least not while she was in heels, and he appeared harmless enough. There was even something vaguely familiar about him, though she couldn't place exactly what it was.

"Do you smoke?" Bianca inquired warily.

"No," he answered simply with a shrug.

Narrowing her gaze, Bianca continued questioning him. "Then why are you carrying around a lighter?"

Holding up his hands in surrender, he said, "Look, it's not like I'm an arsonist. It's in case of emergencies. You never know when a beautiful girl might need one."

A simper twitched at her lips at the compliment, and he took note of the effect his words had on her. He extended his arm, offering the white lighter to her. Bianca's superstitious side told her not to accept it, but she was determined to indulge in this one small pleasure. So, against her better judgment, she took it. She lit her cigarette and promptly gave the lighter back, deeply inhaling as she did so.

"Do you remember me?" The boy asked expectantly.

Bianca blew smoke in his direction. "Should I?" Bianca was sure she would've remembered him if they had met in the past. She had a knack for remembering pretty faces, and he definitely had a pretty face.

"We were in fourth grade together. I used to carpool with your family to little league," he said, hoping to jog her memory.

Then, everything clicked. He was Theo Raeken. He had to be. All of those little league games were fresh in Bianca's memory. Being crammed in the backseat with three rambunctious boys for nearly an hour round trip, pretending she was semi-interested in baseball to support her brother.

Bianca never took a liking to Theo when they were younger. However, he was quite close with Scott and Stiles. Perhaps he would've grown on her sooner or later, but he was gone before that happened. Theo's family left Beacon Hills not long after his older sister died in a tragic accident.

Peeling away from the wall she was leaning against, Bianca inspected him more carefully, confirming that she was correct about his identity. Her eyebrows shot up when she realized that she was right. She certainly wouldn't have guessed that he was the same goofy looking kid from elementary school if he hadn't given her a clue.

"Theo Raeken? I can't believe it. You've really-"

Theo cut in, finishing her thought. "Grown up? Yeah, you too, B."

Cocking her head, Bianca took another puff of her cigarette. "Only my friends get to call me 'B,'" she said.

"What, we're not friends?" He asked, somewhat taken aback.

"No," Bianca replied flatly.

Theo scoffed and cast his eyes to the ground. "I guess that's fair. I mean, it has been eight years," he said, rationalizing her less than amiable demeanor to himself.

"We weren't friends before you left either. You were Stiles' buddy, not mine," she said as she jutted out her hip.

"Well, now that I'm back, I want to change that," Theo said with a cocky smirk, his gaze lifting to her. His teal-hued eyes became fixated on Bianca's lips as they wrapped around her cigarette. His smugness faltered when she sucked in and let the smoke tumble out.

"Since when are you back in Beacon Hills anyways?" She asked which snapped him out of his trance.

Theo cleared his throat and said, "Uh, since tonight. My parents and I just moved to our old house."

"Trying to steal my thunder? No pun intended." Bianca paused to take another drag. A confused expression contorted his features, and she clarified, "I just got back tonight, too. I've been away for a couple of years."

He was intrigued by the new information. In the back of his mind, Theo wondered if she was aware of the prominent supernatural presence in Beacon Hills since she evidently hadn't been around. He previously thought Bianca would be just as in the middle of things as her twin was, but perhaps that wasn't the case.

His curiosity getting the better of him, Theo questioned, "Where were you?"

"Depends on who you ask," she said.

"I'm asking you."

A saccharine smile graced Bianca's face as carelessly dropped her cigarette butt and stomped it out with her heel. "In that case, it's none of your damn business."

Theo tilted his head to the side, his eyes dragging over her, studying her in a calculating manner. "You don't like me very much, do you?"

Crossing her arms, Bianca replied, "I don't anything you. I don't know you."

"That's true." She had no idea how right she was about that. "You're soaked," Theo added upon seeing how slight tremors traveled through her body.

"Thanks for noticing. I'm gonna let how dirty that sounded slide," Bianca said as she rubbed her arms to generate some heat. She thought smoking would help, but the chill just kept seeping deeper into her bones.

"I just meant you must be freezing. Here, take this," Theo insisted as he removed his coat.

Her eyes darted between him and the jacket a few times, considering it. She was thrown by the chivalrous gesture and wasn't entirely sure of his motives. "If you give me that, there's a very real possibility that you won't be getting it back," Bianca warned.

Another smirk crept over his lips as he murmured, "I'll take my chances."

"Fine, but this doesn't make us friends. I just want you to be cold," she said, snatching it from his grasp. Bianca swiftly slipped it on and let its warmth envelop her.

Running a hand through his damp hair, Theo chuckled and dared to move closer to her. She leered up at him through her lashes, firmly standing her ground. "You're very different from how I remember you, Bianca Stilinski. I almost didn't recognize you," he said in a raspy voice.

"And where would my life be right now if you hadn't?"

If Theo didn't realize who she was before, the trademark Stilinski sarcasm would've given her away. Granted, he was used to it from Stiles, not from sweet little Bianca. At least she used to be sweet when he knew her. Clearly, those days had passed. He wasn't sure what inspired this drastic change in her, and, frankly, he didn't care. Theo decided he liked this version of her better.

Before Theo could come up with a clever retort, Stiles was running straight for them while shouting his sister's name to get her attention. He stopped short in his tracks upon seeing who she was with. Theo and Bianca were speaking close to one another, a sight that angered Stiles. He had already seen Theo once that night, and he'd gotten a bad feeling about him. The same one he'd gotten from countless others that eventually revealed themselves to be villainous.

Bianca walked towards Stiles, leaving Theo behind her, and said, "It's about time you showed up. Did you know your old boy toy was here?"

"Yeah, I did," he said tightly, his jaw clenching. Bianca paused in front of him, but Stiles didn't pay her any mind. He glared right through her, pinning Theo with his hazel eyes. Stiles reached out to take Bianca by the wrist. "Come on, let's get out of here."

She dodged his grip and glanced over her shoulder at the other boy to see him shifting uncomfortably under the scrutiny of her sibling. A suffocating tension hung between the two. Bianca wanted to chalk it up to testosterone, but she sensed there was something deeper going on.

Theo began slowly backing away from them as he said, "Maybe I should leave. I'll be seeing you two."

Bianca watched him retreat until he disappeared into the night. Scowling, she whirled back around to Stiles, but he was already stalking away in the opposite direction of Theo. "We're going, B," he said, not bothering to check if she was with him.

She stood stunned for a moment before trailing after him with a huff, her fists curled at her sides. Bianca didn't know what was going on with Stiles, but she wanted to figure it out. His bitter reaction when he saw his old friend genuinely caught her off guard.

Bianca waited until they got to the Jeep to commence the argument that was bound to ensue. When it came to the twins, it was only a matter of time until they found a reason to bicker. This time, it was Theo.

By the time she reached the vehicle, Stiles already had it up and running. His hands drummed against the wheel impatiently as he waited for her. Bianca wrenched the door open and clambered inside, slamming it shut with far too much force. Sitting with her back against the window so she could face her brother, Bianca glared at him with indignation glinting in her narrowed eyes.

"So, what the fuck is your problem, asshole?"

Ignoring her, Stiles started interrogating Bianca as he drove towards their house. "What did he say to you?"

"You. First," she said. Her tone indicated that it would be unwise of him to deny her. However, Stiles always did test Bianca's boundaries.

"Did Theo act strangely at all, did he say anything weird?" He continued to press.

Bianca quirked an eyebrow and asked, "You mean like you right now?"

A silence followed as Stiles contemplated what he could say without giving anything away to her. He knew he was acting bizarre, more so than usual, but he couldn't very well tell Bianca that Theo was a werewolf. Or that he was trying to join Scott McCall's pack because not only was Scott also a werewolf, he was an alpha.

Sighing, Stiles briefly glimpsed over at her. "Just hear me out, okay?" Bianca scoffed at his request and rolled her eyes as she angled herself away from him. Stiles didn't take the hint that that meant she didn't want to listen to what he had to say, so he went on. "There's something that seems off about him. I'm a very good judge of character, and I know there's something wrong with him. I can feel it."

"Well, maybe you're projecting, because there's definitely something wrong with you," Bianca said.

"Come on, B. Don't you remember Theo from the fourth grade? Did that really seem like the same guy to you?" Stiles inquired. He was determined to sway his sister to see his side of things. A difficult task considering her predisposition to disagree with him.

"Stiles, it's been almost a fucking decade," Bianca pointed out in exasperation. "I'm sure he's changed a lot. So have you, so have I, so has everyone."

"Tell me what you two were talking about," he reiterated his earlier question as a demand which Bianca didn't take too kindly to.

Bianca thudded her head against the headrest. She let her eyes fall shut, pretending she was trying to recall their conversation. "He was recruiting me to join his fight club." She gasped and peered to Stiles as she said, "Damn, I already broke the first and second rule."

Unamused by her little bit, Stiles said, "Seriously, I want you to stay away from Theo. I don't trust him."

"Fuck you," she spat vehemently. "You have no right to tell me who I can and can't spend my time with. I'm more than capable of making those types of decisions on my own."

"I'm very aware of that, and we all know you always make the very best choices when it comes to the kinds of people you surround yourself with. I'm trying to protect you, okay? He could be dangerous," Stiles cautioned.

"I don't need protection from Theo or anything else for that matter. Especially not yours," Bianca said with a bite to her words.

Stiles was conveniently forgetting who always won when they wrestled as children. He may have had nearly a foot on her now that they were older, but she was the one who kickboxed three times a week. Bianca was also more competitive than him. She didn't care what she had to do to win, even if it meant playing dirty. Stubbornness was another pillar trait of the Stilinski family name.

"I'm your brother. It's my job to-"

"Cut the patriarchal bullshit. I can take care myself."

"But-"

Interrupting once more, Bianca definitively asserted, "We're done talking about this, Stiles!"

"Is that his jacket!?" Stiles asked incredulously.

Bianca's fingers rubbed her temples as she let out a groan of frustration. "Oh my god, shut up. Just for five minutes, will you shut the fuck up? Do you think you can do that?" Realistically speaking, Bianca knew it wasn't probable.

"We don't even have five minutes left in the car," he muttered, not being able to resist the urge to get the last word in.

She raised her head and peeked out the window. Sure enough, they were pulling into their neighborhood. Bianca was so busy fighting with Stiles the whole ride that she didn't even realize how close they were to home.

Home…

It felt strange to call it that when she hadn't set foot inside of it in two years.

As the Jeep came to a jolting halt in front of the house she grew up in, Bianca's chest constricted. She knew what was waiting on the other side of that front door: a disapproving father. A hard lump formed in her throat and she attempted to swallow it down.

It's only for one year, B, she told herself. You can make it through one year.

Bianca got out of the car, leaving her luggage to be dealt with later. She jogged onto the porch so that there was a roof over her head, but she didn't go any further. She hovered at the door uncertainly as she toyed with the frayed edges of her sleeve.

Stiles came up behind her, resting a hand on her shoulder. Considering their argument on hold for the time being, Bianca appreciated the comfort that her twins presence brought her. She missed it; she almost forgot how it felt.

With his support, Bianca was able to open the door and crossed the threshold.

Just as she expected, nothing was different. It still looked like a place that lacked a mother's touch. There were liquor stains on the faded rugs and an ugly painting hanging crookedly on the wall. It was only there to hide a hole put there by Bianca that Stiles crudely plastered over. Everything was precisely the same as it was when she left.

A wave of relief washed over Bianca. She was worried that this place would no longer feel like her home, but it did. Even though it meant dealing with her father, she was glad to be back.

John came out from the kitchen when he heard the door close. He saw his children in the foyer, and he could barely believe his eyes when they landed on his daughter. "Angel," he breathed out. John shook his head at himself and corrected, "I mean, Bianca."

Bianca repressed a sneer at the old nickname, opting to keep her expression neutral. John had been calling her that ever since she was a baby because her middle name was Angelica. She used to enjoy it but had since outgrown nickname.

"Johnathan," she said coolly which prompted Stiles to nudge her with his elbow. "I mean, John." Bianca knew Stiles wanted her to say dad, but that wasn't going to happen.

Their father was wounded by Bianca's distant greeting. He wasn't expecting much else from her, though. Hell, John was happy she was even speaking to him.

"You, uh, you look good. So much like Claudia," he said, shuffling closer with his hands buried deep in his pockets.

Bianca flinched at the mention of her mother. It was true. The older she got, the more she resembled Claudia, and she hated it. Her own reflection was a constant reminder of what she lost. Of who she lost.

Clearing her throat, Bianca said, "You look…" she trailed off to take him in. "Tired."

She also wasn't wrong. His thinning, graying hair was disheveled. His icy blue eyes were bloodshot. Bianca was sure John had brought his work home with him as usual. It was more than likely that he was poring over case files prior to her arrival. In uniform or not, he was always the sheriff.

Forcing a laugh, John nodded in agreement. "It's getting late. I just wanted to stay up long enough to see you," he told her, still unable to tear his gaze away as if she would evaporate into thin air if he did.

"Well, you did," Bianca said as she folded her arms across her chest.

John peered to Stiles, searching for his help to ease the awkward situation, but all he offered was a shrug. Stiles was rarely speechless. He was always making comments at the most inappropriate times much to John's chagrin. Of course, when John finally wanted him to talk, he had nothing to say.

"We'll have a nice family dinner soon to catch up, but you kids should get some rest. First day of school tomorrow," John said to break the quiet.

"Yeah, I should get settled," Bianca mumbled as she briskly brushed past him to make her way to the stairs.

"Wait," John beckoned. Bianca tentatively turned, her grip tightening on the banister. She feared that he would try to hug her, but he only said, "Welcome home."

Bianca sulked upstairs without another word. Stiles and John exchanged a glance, and he could see the heartache written all over his father's weathered face. Sighing, he gave his son a strained smile that didn't quite reach his eyes and went back to the kitchen.

Stiles remained alone in the foyer, sliding down a wall until he was sitting on the floor.

Part of him wished that his sister hadn't returned. He felt awful for even thinking it, but she had no idea what she was coming back to. Things were far more dangerous than they were when she left, and Stiles didn't want her to get involved like he and his friends were.

Bianca was a wild card. Reckless, unpredictable, and volatile. It was safer to keep her as far away from the supernatural world as possible. Stiles convinced the rest of the pack to keep her in the dark as well. They had previously agreed to no longer keep secrets from their loved ones since it tended to cause more harm than good, but Bianca was a special circumstance.

There was no telling what could happen if she were to find out.

A/N: Back with another chapter! This turned out longer than I originally planned, but I really wanted to get all of the exposition out of the way. Hope it wasn't too boring, I know the story hasn't been that action packed yet. Trust me, things will pick up soon. Just bear with me. I really hope that you're all enjoying it so far because I'm honestly so happy to be writing Bianca again. Also, I just want to take a second to thank everyone who read and reviewed the first chapter! Yourpalmoony, thewailingwolf25, january lily, huntsthemoon, allybz, kisaageckos, ferallahey, wild-stdreams, mina luriya, thechosenpen, maddie rose, musicluver246, and akagami hime chan. You're all seriously amazing. Thank you so much for your support!