It was hard for me to accept Atlantia and the rest of my pack's help but I knew I had to. That thought didn't help shake off the guilty feeling of putting them in danger because of who I was and my mistakes. It just got worse when I saw Atlantia being held limply by Ethan and Aiden. I wasn't even the one that saved her.
Atlantia saved herself.
Herself and Boyd.
Now, she was lying still on my bed and my wolf was sensing that something was off. It didn't seem like a normal sleep pattern or at least for Atlantia. Typically, she wouldn't sleep perfectly still. Atlantia slept very violently with her sometimes moving in response to her dreams or visions as she called them. I would sometimes sneak into her room at night to sleep with her and would notice her thrashing around. She would relax, however, when I held her. This would happen each time I would visit so I would assume that it was a nightly thing but I didn't dwell on the issue since I was forced to leave Atlantia to deal with the wolves cleaning my apartment below or what was left to clean up as Atlantia had cleaned up the water.
"What are you going to do?" Boyd asks me as we walk down the stairs.
"What I should have done a long time ago." I say before grabbing my keys and walking out the door. Boyd, Erica, Isaac, and Cora immediately leading Lydia and Stiles to reluctantly follow but I hold them off asking them to let me do this alone. They hesitate but Cora must have known I wouldn't do something drastic because she was the one who convinced everybody to let me go. I nod my thanks before I run out of my apartment. Even though I grabbed my keys, I forgo driving my camaro and instead just sprint off toward the forest.
I run, letting go of my anger, guilt, and disappointment in myself as I sprint toward the abandoned disterilly that holds way too much memories from the past. I slow when I find myself near the disterilly and just take a moment to stare up at the favored place for Paige, my high school girlfriend who died because of me, and I to hang out. It was sort of poetic that I would return here to mark my revenge and protection over the girl I love today.
Walking into the disterilly, it looked the same as it did eight years ago which was good since I came here for one reason. I turn to face the revenge spiral that Ennis put there eight years ago. Gently, I drag my hand down the spiral feeling the overwhelming guiltiness and sadness that has been haunting me since that day come in full force. Using those emotions, I slam my hand onto the spiral and watch it light up.
Feeling satisfied, I begin the run home and was regretting having to explain why I was in this state but lucky for me, I didn't have to. The apartment was empty except for Cora who was sitting at my desk. She takes one look at me but doesn't say a word. She gives me a nod before making her way to her room. I give her a thankful nod before heading up the stairs to my own bed.
Atlantia, laid there in that exact position as this afternoon not even moving an inch. It made me feel very concerned but I figured it could have been a side effect of the cordelia. I never actually had an incident when she was dosed that heavily on Cordelia and I witnessed it so it could be a normal response. Also, I was exhausted so I just climbed into the bed next to her and laid an arm around her before following asleep.
It wasn't till the morning when I got nervous. When I awoke, Atlantia was still perfectly still and she wasn't waking up and had no change at all. Immediately, I begin to shake Atlantia gently seeing if I could wake her but no change. I begin to worry especially since I know there is some sort of evil darach sacrificing people in Beacon Hills. Atlantia could be considered a philosopher with her broad knowledge and strategic experience or a guardian sacrifice as she has been protecting so many lives for most of her life.
After not getting any reaction from Atlantia, I grab my phone dialing Deacon's number hoping that he would respond. I knew that he got out of the hospital last night but I needed him.

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From Demigods to Werewolves
FanfictionMy name is Atlantia Brooks and I am the last demigod alive. Born to a siren but also every Greek, Roman, Egyptian, and Norse god and goddess, I lost my demigod family to both Tartarus and Gaea in an act of revenge. Alone in this world, I decide to t...