"how did a total spaz like stiles end up with a badass alpha werewolf like you?"
"he loved me when no one else did, not even me"
Georgia Ray cheated death after all. Picking up where Freakish left off, Georgia becomes accustomed to her secon...
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APPARENTLY, ALTHOUGH OLIVER BLYTHE was many things (a murderer, a sociopath, an alpha, etc.), he was not a liar. At least not in his dying moments. When he shouted claims of bringing the dead back to life, he was desperate, but he was honest.
When Willow Balmer prepared to revive a corpse, she wasn't sure who she was doing it for. It'd only work on somebody killed by supernatural means, which dwindled the list, but still left much to consider. Nathaniel or Lillian. Brother or mother.
Then there were people like Erica Reyes and Vernon Boyd, who died before they ever got to live. Such young souls already laid to rest in their graves. They deserved a life fulfilled, not cut short.
It was a sick decision. Willow stayed up at night, staring at the ceiling in thought. It wasn't fair. No matter who she chose, it felt wrong. She couldn't decide who deserved it most. Plus, there was the matter of the risks.
Would they be the same person? How would death effect them? How would living again effect them? What sort of sacrifice needed to be made, as Gerard warned? So many questions, and no answers.
Willow wondered if she shouldn't bother. What happened, happened. Fate was cruel and twisted, but it was fate nonetheless. As much as it felt wrong to admit, things had moved on. The sun continued to rise and set, and Willow grew stronger against the face of mourning every day.
Georgia would kill to have any one of them back. Willow knew that. She wasn't going to burden the teenager in making the decision, meaning she'd have to do it herself. It was Willow's choice.
Even as she prepared the vial, Willow didn't know who it was for. Neither Nathan nor her mother felt correct. It felt like distorting destiny, and messing with the forces of nature.
When she saw Georgia laying there, bloody and cold, the answer became very clear.
Willow didn't care about the side effects, or rewriting destiny. She just needed her sister to be alive. After feeding the dead body her strange concoction, she understood perfectly what sacrifice was necessary. Willow would become a werewolf, the being she hated wholeheartedly, was trained to kill for years, in order to save Georgia.
She did it without blinking. Without hesitation.
And it worked. Georgia was alive.
But death took a toll on her body. The wound in her gut shrunk, non-lethal, but it was still a close call. Willow was too busy shaking with sobs, meaning it was Chris Argent who picked her up in the rush to get to the hospital.
The surgery was simple, luckily. The sword missed her spine, meaning she would be able to walk fine and live a normal life, or as normal as an alpha werewolf brought back from the dead could.
Georgia died scared. It wasn't calm or painless or heartwarming. She didn't fade peacefully into the light, the whispers of her loved ones lulling her to sleep.
