Chapter 24: He's back

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As the lock of my front door clicked shut I finally felt like I was able to breath. Lydia brought me home and I felt like I finally had enough answers to get a good sleep tonight. Im apart of a pack, just me and my friends. If needed I'm able to determine who is in pain and where, so long as I can focus, I can know.

I feel like the bond I have with my friends now is so much stronger than the bond I had with my friends back in England. Its like theres an invisible tether that connects us all, despite what we go through, whether we want it to or not. We are all in this together.

I had informed them all of what Deaton had told me, what i showed them today was known as a power of an empathetic. Apparantly, i can mirror different supernaturals powers and i saw that again first hand tonight. It goes hand in hand with what i am- an Umbra Amica aka a Shadow Friend- however i have the potential to have powers that surpass the abilities of an empathatics' ones, meaning, i could get other abilities, other powers. Like Deaton had told me, as im the friend to those of the supernatural, by feeling their pain and pin pointing which friend, it may help me alert others in time to get them help. This may be crucial for if it comes to a time in which one of us gets lost or hurt and isnt able to call for help, I can be that help now.

My feet were shuffling up the stairs as my body slugglishy followed, however, as exhaused as I was, I knew my efforts today were worth while. I finally felt like i was getting somewhere, atleast making progress towards finding out who i am and what i can do, to my fullest potential.

This morning all i could think about was Stiles, but now, despite the truth about my powers beginning to reveal itself, i still can't seem to stop thinking about him. I know he should only be a small distraction away from my abilities, but i somehow feel like I'm only trying to think so much about my powers, because I'm using it as a distraction away from him. I want him to be just some boy who I'm friends with, but he's more than just some boy, he's so much more than that.

I swung my bedroom door open and was immediately hit with the fresh breeze that drifted through my open window, the curtains blew in the faint gusts the brushed past the glass and half my bed was illuminated by the moons light. My jacket hung half of my body as i kicked my shoes to the other side of the room, as i heard a small creak from the door behind me, i turned to close it, but before i could, my face was met with another. A tall man with muscles, dark hair, and stubble grazing his chin. This man had a sinister look piercing through his eyes as they stared back at mine. I took one step backwards and he took one step forwards, i knew i couldn't get out, i couldn't get away. This man. This intruder looked at me and i could tell he had a plan already set out for me, although, what frightened me the most was the complete silence that was held so perfectly in the room. My breathes were so shallow that the soundless air barely left my body as i tried my best to remain still. Whatever he wanted to do, he had nothing stopping him.

So instead i decided to do something he wouldn't expect, through him off course slightly. I asked him a question i knew he couldn't ignore.

      " I know it's you Derek, i've heard all about you. Your savageness and recklesness and constant need to instill fear into everyone, well im sorry to break your track record. But would you believe me if i said.... im just not that afraid of you?". Before she had spoken those words, she thought she felt scared. But what she said held a certain conviction that just could not be argued with, just as she hoped, as he listened to her heartbeat, it didnt waiver. She wasn't scared of him and he knew.

I knew this man was a threat but I couldn't help but feel my confidence vastly outweigh my fear. I bit down on my tongue to stop any words escaping before I thought them through thoroughly, provoking the beast is only going to be met with disaster.

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