Chapter 9: Redemption Song

Needless to say I don't like Peter but it seems like the others weren't fond of him as well. When he arrived to the McCall residence I scowled at the blue eyed man, or should I say wolf. The stench of greed radiated off of him as he caught my eye. Like the dog he is he growled at me flashing his wolf eyes as if it is supposed to be intimating.

The group switches their eyes from him to me then back to him.

"I'm guessing you have met before," Scott asks standing between us.

Peter stood against the wall on the opposite side of the room of me.

"She attacked me at the high school the other day."

I suck my teeth leaning back in the sofa with my arms crossed.

"If you are going to say it, say the whole truth. I only reacted because you tried to press up on me."

Scott looked shocked at Peter before shaking his head.

"I don't want to know and truthfully it doesn't matter. We need your help, Peter."

Respecting his wish I drop it and so does Peter. He moved behind Stiles analyzing him over.

"He doesn't look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf bite."

"You don't think it would work?" Scott asks.

"This is more a war of the mind than the body. There are better methods to winning this battle."

"What kind of methods?"

"We're going to get into his head."

I have never heard of going into someone's head, I didn't know it was humanly possible. But I'm no werewolf specialist; their abilities are foreign to me.

"So, do we have a plan?" I ask.

"Scott is going to try and dig through pale and sickly Evil Stiles' mind to unearth pale and sickly Real Stiles." Peter answers. "Then guide him back from the depths of his own subconscious. But he's not going to do it alone."

"What do you mean?" I ask.

He looks at Lydia and her face pales a little in uncertainty.

"Oh." She whispers.

"So what do we do if we find him?" Scott questions Peter.

"You're going to have to guide him out somehow. Try to give him back control of his mind, his body."

Lydia still unsure asks, "Could you elaborate on the 'somehow'?"

"It's not feeling very specific at the moment. Improvise."

"What if this is just another trick?" Scott asks suspiciously.

Another trick?

So it is confirmed, he is no good. Peter places his hand over his chest dramatically. "When are you people going to start trusting me?"

Everyone looks at him accusingly.

"I meant him."

Deaton steps up clearing his throat, everyone looks at him.

"Oh. Scott, we're running out of time."

Scott nods at him before flashing his claws. His sharp dark claws. The same ones that can slice an arm off of a body.

Suddenly I feel uneasy; this is the first time I am in a room with wolves. Aside from being in school when there was Scott and three others I didn't know but my identity was hidden. I knew what I was getting myself into when I agreed to help Scott if he needed it but I was foolish enough to ignore what dangers come when agreeing to this.

Abruptly I stand up before walking outside ignoring the confused glances. The cool breeze touches me sending my curly locks dancing in the wind. The weather dropped dramatically when I left my pool. My pink Victoria's Secret hoodie, black skinny jeans and uggs keep me warm as I sat on one of the steps. The weather never bothered me but I can't help tug the ends of the sleeves to cover my shaking hands.

"You are going to catch a cold," a soft voice of Melissa.

I didn't turn around but a light weight covers my shoulders. I touch the wooly material running my fingers on the woven designs. She takes a seat next to me now wearing a chunky sweater. She looks ahead at the street caught in her own world.

"How do you get used to this," I ask her out the blue.

She looks at me with warmth and kindness. Something I have never felt before.

"I take it day by day. Some days it's hard but others it's not so bad." She chuckles. "Even if my son is a werewolf, it's hasn't change what he was but enhances his personality."

"Being a supernatural I thought you would have more knowledge about this than anyone," she comments.

I hold the blanket closer.

"I haven't had anyone tell me what is going on, I had to learn while growing up alone," I said.

"How did you know that wasn't Stiles," she asked.

"He has a certain smell about him, he doesn't smell like Stiles."

"Oh," she nods. "Did you ever kill anyone?"

I'm surprised no one asked me that question until now, but you don't normally hear about a homicide caused by a succubus on the news.

I look down at my hands, remembering how it has been covered in blood too many times. The memories of how I lost control or how I did it for the pleasure of the hunt. The blood of too many men that can't come back. They are missed by their families and friends and no one knows what has happened to them.

"Yes, it is something I won't forgive myself for," I say with a heavy heart.

Moments of silence pass between us, the sound of the wind blowing. She reaches for my hand, wrapping her warm hand with mine. I can feel her blood pulsing through her hand to her heart.

"Everyone makes mistakes, Raquel. The fact that you are here means something. You have a purpose, a meaning to life. You aren't the same person you were before," she says in kindness.

I can't help but smile at her, she maybe a few decades younger than me but she cares more wisdom than anyone I know.

Maybe that is why I am here, not because I am tired of sitting on the sidelines. I have watched Beacon Hills change with dangers and mysteries and I coward away like a cat. I came wanting to stop greater evils for redemption.

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