The Mutated One 🐺Cora Hale🐺

Chapter 5

Geralt stood amongst the mixed group in the small room towering over everyone except for Isaac. "How are you here right now? I thought you were dead?" Sheriff Stilinski asked him. "In your time...yes. But not in mine." Geralt explained. "Wait...what do you mean "your time"?" Argent asked. "Ciri and Yennefer found a way to bring the two of us to your time so that we may bring the White Fox back with us." Geralt explained. "White Fox? Wait, you mean Stiles?" Cora questioned. "He's not possessed anymore, you know that right?" She added. "Doesn't matter. Destiny speaks of the Wolf and Lion Cub training the Fox to save the world from eternal darkness and chaos." Geralt stated. "Stiles is meant to save the world?" Scott inquired. "So it seems." Ciri sounded.

"Wait, why do you need to bring Stiles back to your time? Why can't you train him here?" Cora voiced. "I was under the impression that today's society doesn't know how to handle our world. So they are left in the unknown, clueless and oblivious to the supernatural world around them. I mean, do you lot not attend a school filled with humans that are seemingly unaware of your true nature?" Geralt explained. "And so you wish to train him in a time that was more dangerous than the one currently?" Argent stated.

"Hmm. Didn't think about that. But yes. Our world is without a doubt more accustomed to the knowledge of sword-wielding people that get paid to kill monsters for a living without the need of worrying about being arrested for something as ridiculous as mistaken animal cruelty when one kills a werewolf." Geralt explained. "You kill werewolves?" Derek asked.

"We kill monsters. We don't pick and choose. We kill monsters that have no soul and have killed to kill with no shot of redemption. We kill killers. We don't kill innocents. We are not going to kill you, if that's what you're worried about. It does fuck all for everyone in this building. Especially the one we're trying to help here in the first place." Geralt answered. "God, you're hot." Malia told him out of the blue.

The others looked at her. "What? It's true. At least I'm not denying it." She pointed out crossing her arms as Geralt smirked slightly at the compliment. "Appreciate the compliment. But if we have to get going." Geralt voiced grabbing Stiles. "Wait, when will we see him again?" Scott asked. "When he's ready." Geralt replied. "How long?" Derek questioned. "However long it takes. Days, weeks, months, years. You need not worry. The boy will return in due time. I hope in your time people have come to acquire a necessary skill in life." Geralt answered. "And what skill is that?" Peter asked making his presence known. "Patience." Geralt voiced before slinging Stiles over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and stood beside Ciri.

"You're leaving now? We don't even get to say goodbye?" Cora asked trying her best to compose herself and hide her emotions. Geralt looked at the young wolf with a slight furrowing of his white brows. "Hmm." He sounded before rolling his amber eyes. "Boy, wake up." Geralt stated. Stiles opened his eyes before looking around. His white hair dangling in front of his amber eyes. "Wha—what the? Hey! Let me go!" Stiles voiced. Geralt dropped Stiles to the floor unceremoniously. "Ow." Stiles strained before he rose to his feet. He looked at Geralt. "Gee thanks." He told him sarcastically. "My pleasure." Geralt said with a smirk before waiting for the young Witcher to say his goodbyes to everyone. This boy is different from other Witchers. He has emotions. A trait not common to our kind.

Stiles turned to Geralt and Ciri. "I'll go...but on one condition and one condition only." Stiles told the Witcher. "Making demands? Brave." Geralt sounded uncrossing his arms. "If you wish to train me in your time...it's only fair that I get to bring something from mine...someone from my time." Stiles stated. "You wish to bring along a companion? Why?" Ciri asked. "Why did you bring Geralt along?" Stiles asked her. "Because he made me." She answered. "Oh." Stiles stated looking at the tall Witcher. The white haired man shrugged his broad shoulders.

"Fine. You can bring one. But only one. No more. So choose wisely, Fox." Geralt said. Stiles turned to face the pack with a sigh. "I—" Stiles started. "You don't need to choose, Stiles." Scott announced. "Why?" Stiles inquired. "Because we've decided for you." The alpha voiced. "What do you mean you've decided for me? When?" Stiles asked. "Cora is going with you." Derek explained. "Cora? Why-" Stiles started. "We already knew you were to choose her, Stiles." Lydia sounded.

"You don't know that. I could've said Scott." Stiles sputtered. "Uh-huh. Of course you would've." Scott said with a smirk. Stiles turned to Cora who was currently trying to hide her reddened embarrassed face. "Okay...I guess, uh, ...it's you and me then." Stiles struggled to say scratching the back of his neck. "Fucking hell, this is unbearable to watch. I feel actual pain watching you right now. Let's go, Fox." Geralt voiced grabbing Stiles and ushered him towards Ciri as Cora followed him. The four disappeared in a flash of blue light.