From the Ashes

From the Ashes: Chapter Five

⚠️Warning Note:⚠️
This chapter contains brief flashbacks of the abuse Stiles suffered while at the asylum. Take care if that can trigger you.

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Four years after Stiles arrived at Insanus Carcerem, the two shifters are curled up on the couch with Isaac's head in Stiles's lap when two girls approach them.

It's not unheard of but most everyone else sticks to their own areas. Isaac's nose twitches as the girls get closer and a subvocal growl sounds making both girls freeze and Stiles gasps at the two pairs of beta blue eyes that flash for a split second at them.

"Sorry," the darker haired girl says. "We figured you already knew that we're like you."

Isaac moves so he's more in front of his mate and the girls take a small step back. "We didn't know. Haven't exactly had full access to our senses until recently."

"We prefer the library honestly," Stiles quips. "Books are thrilling and the dust that coats them is much livelier than this lot," he snarks, gesturing to the still patients around them.

The girl with lighter brown hair doesn't seem as chill as the other. "I'm Malia. This is my sister Cora."

Both boys blink and then Stiles nods. "Cool cool. Nice to meet ya! I'm Stiles and this here is my mate, Isaac." He nips at said boy's neck eliciting a playful growl and then looks back at the girls as Isaac slowly eases off his lap and scoots back.

Stiles yelps when his mate pulls him into his lap with arms tight around his waist.

Cora's eyebrow quirks and Isaac stills for a moment because the gesture is so- Stiles -and it's freaky. "Newly mated then?" she asks.

Stiles flushes crimson. "We um..." he chokes.

Isaac rumbles soothingly and guides his mate's face to his neck. Then he looks at the girls as little greedy puffs of breath hit his pulse point. "We have but we haven't sealed it with sex yet." He shushes the embarrassed whine that erupts from his mate's throat.

Malia snarls low and long, her claws unsheathing. "Who touched my bro-"

"Mal no!" Cora hisses, cutting her off. "Not yet."

"I don't care! Someone touched him."

Cora raises her hands placatingly. "I know and I'm angry too, but you need to calm down."

Malia's eyes flash. "Don't tell me to fucking calm down! They raped our brother!!"

Stiles's head snaps up and he whines inquiringly. "Brother?"

"Brother?!" Isaac's jaw drops open.

"Yes! Okay? Brother," Cora says suppressing her own shift.

"What's your last name?" Stiles asks confused but not contesting their claim.

The girls exchange a look, Malia's beta blue eyed stare meeting Stiles's as Cora speaks again. "We are Malia and Cora Hale. Our father is Alpha Peter Hale of the Hale pack. Twenty-one years ago, our brother disappeared. You, Stiles, are that brother."

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The fox kit huddles against the wall and Isaac is forced to stay away. When he tried to follow his mate under the bed, he got a claw to the face and his mate snarled at him. So now he's curled up in his full shift between the bed and the door.

Cora and Malia hate having to part from their brother now that they've found him, but they have to stick to the plan. Cora sneaks out with Malia covering her and then the latter shifts fully to her coyote form and curls up in the doorway of the boys's room. They have to figure this out quickly if they're going to make the meetup.