Amelia 'Mia' Argent has been raised to fear the supernatural. Coming from a long lineage of werewolf hunters, she is being trained to hunt and one day become the leader of her team. But when her family moves to Beacon Hills in search for an Alpha, t...
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thank you for the feedback on the author's note and all of your kind words :) i'll get working on that second fic when i have more free time, in the meantime, enjoy the new chapter! the relationship is gonna move faster now, since we're past the brunt of the enemies/complicated dynamics part. thanks for reading! <3
- reyn
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Derek didn't come back even when the sun rose and the pack settled down, finally free from their night of torture. Sometime during the night, when she was sure Isaac and the others were under control, Mia had dozed off, trying to sleep off the nagging pain in her skull and the fear of whatever had happened to her previously.
She woke up to Isaac's hand on her shoulder, shaking her awake gently. He looked normal, now, tired and dehydrated but without any fangs or glowing eyes in sight. Mia looked over to the other two betas, who were crumpled on the floor in uncomfortable positions. Boyd's eyes were closed, but Erica was awake.
It was impossible for her to sleep with the metal bolts still inside her skin. Mia rushed over to her, and together with Isaac they managed to unscrew them, enduring her screaming once more until it was done and she collapsed onto the floor, completely worn out.
"Jesus," Isaac sighed, waking up Boyd next.
Derek was still nowhere to be found when they exited the underground subway, but Mia had other things to worry about. First, she sent everyone home with their promises to drink water, eat and rest. Then she made her way back home, dreading the harsh reality that she knew was coming - her mother was already dead.
Inside, the house was even quieter than usual. Her father's car was in the driveway, but Mia couldn't find him until she heard wailing from upstairs. She immediately recognized the voice of Allison, who she found sobbing on her bed, their father holding her in his arms.
"Is it over?" she asked quietly. Chris nodded.
Mia could barely look at her sister, knowing how much pain she was in, how much pain her father was in, how they were the only two members of the family who were grieving, while Mia stayed the same. Well, she was grieving, in a sense - over what could have been, what wasn't, grieving some part of her mother she knew was good somewhere deep inside. But the bad parts of Victoria outweighed any of the good ones, and now all Mia felt was a certain kind of emptiness, one she was already used to.
Afterwards, their father had left, and Mia tried to comfort Allison, but she didn't really know what to say.
"I'm really, really sorry," is what ended up coming out, "I know you two were much closer than we were. But she chose to go with dignity, and that's all that matters, okay?"
"It's fine," Allison said in-between harsh breaths, "You don't have to pretend that you miss her. I'll deal with it, somehow. I just don't understand it, I guess. Why couldn't she stay?"
