Divine Serendipity • Stiles Stilinski

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Arabella's POV:

"Go check on Allison, I'll follow him" I muttered, patting Stiles shoulder as we stared out of the window towards a sprinting werewolf.

"Bella I-"

Before the boy could finish, I had already launched myself out of the window, flipping through the air only to land on my feet. I looked up briefly, "go!" I shouted, tearing the boy from his mesmerised gaze as I began my search for Scott.

I chased him to a parking lot near the woods, death-glaring Allison and Jackson as they sat in her car. He jumped on to their roof, but before I could react, Derek sprung out of nowhere, tackling Scott into thr woods. I immediately texted Stiles, telling him what was going on before following the two boys who appeared to be fighting.

My interference wasn't necessary, Derek had handled him as I watched from the shadows, stepping forward as Derek transformed back into his human form.

"Nice performance you two had there." I grinned, appraching hte pair.

"What's happening to me?"

"Exactly what he wants to happen."

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"Hold on, you're finally admitting it then?!" my favourite brunette aunt asked from the other side of the phone.

"Out of everything I just told you, you choose to focus on the this? Really D?" I moaned, face flushed red with embarassment.

"Uh hello- yes of course I'm focusing on that! You kissed him! And now you're admitting you actually like the boy! I swear this is the beginning of a love story almost as good as mine and Kol's-"

"D that's enough, please" I chuckled before changing the subject. "So how's New Orleans?"

"Oh you know, same old supernatural drama. Nothing to worry about though, our family makes quite the intimidating impression, its under control." She answered nonchalantly. We continued talking for a while before I went to the store to stock up on food, some jars and some candles. I played it off like I was decorating my house when a cashier gave me a curious look, of course she wasn't to know of my abilities.

The weekend seemed to be passing me by, I spent my saturday evening on the phone to Hope, the two of us working on new paintings that would, hopefully someday, be mouted gloriously beside our father's.

Pulling me from my conversation, my phone chimed.

Stiles:)

We're with Derek away from the cops and Argents. His sister was looking for Harris.

And some design she drawn out had, Scott recognised it, its on Allison's necklace.

Me:

Fantastic. Ally still doesn't know about her family does she?

Not even five minutes later, he responded,

Stiles:)

Nope. We'll have to figure something out on monday.

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"Why don't you just ask her if you can borrow it?" Stiles asked his best friend as the three of us stepped into the high school.

"How?"

"It's easy. You just say 'hey Allison can I bprrow your necklace to see if there's anything on it or in it, that can lead me to an alpha werewolf that I need to kill in order to get back together with you'..."