From the Ashes

From the Ashes: Chapter Fifteen

⚠️ Warning: ⚠️This chapter is going to throw us into the past in a bit and there is an Evil Scott McCall tag on this fic for a reason. Take care!

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Two Years Post Asylum:

Two years after the asylum Stiles has healed so much that he's who he was before the evils of Beacon Hills took root in his life. He also doesn't shy away from seeking out his pack when it does get to be too much and sometimes even before that just because he wants to. He's no longer afraid to ask for help. That's not to say that he doesn't have nightmares, because he does. That doesn't mean he doesn't sometimes revert back to a defensive attitude but more and more he will breathe and with his mate's help, he continues to thrive despite everything.

He's in the library typing away on his laptop where he's been putting together an updated version of the bestiary and writing his song lyrics–as well as a novel–but no one knows about that yet–not even his mate–when Peter knocks. "Mischief?"

"Yes?" the spark replies not looking up.

Peter walks closer and places his hand on the younger man's shoulder. "This is important. Can you come to the study with me?"

Stiles looks up at his dad's tone and swallows nervously. "Sure, Dad. Let me just..." he trails off and saves his work before closing the laptop and following the alpha to the study.

Claudia is there and little Felix is in his playpen sound asleep. Stiles coos at the sight but then gets serious when his dad turns to face him. "Mischief, I need you to listen very carefully to your mother and I. Okay? Can you do that for me?"

"Yes, Alpha."

"Good boy."

Peter nods at Claudia who closes the door and then turns to face her son. "Do you remember the day I left?"

Stiles nods. "Yes, ma'am."

"Do you remember what I did with my magic?"

"Yes ma'am." Stiles replies with a quizzical look on his face. "Why?"

Claudia takes a deep breath. "We just learned some urgent news and it has to do with you and my magic and a little town that–"

Stiles snarls but shoves the rage down and takes a steadying breath. "What news would that hell hole have that I need to know about?" he asks but there's an undercurrent of fear in his tone.

Peter flashes his eyes and rumbles. "Breathe, dear heart. Please listen."

Reluctantly Stiles settles and nods slowly taking deep breaths before focusing on his mother again. "What news, Matka?"

Claudia lowers herself to meet his gaze. "The memories the Nemeton showed you about a still heart that began to beat again..." she trails off until the flicker of recognition appears in her son's eyes. "We know whose heart it was."

"Whose?" Stiles whispers so softly she almost doesn't hear it.

"Allison Argent."

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The study door bursts open and a blur of black fur races out the back door seeking the safety of the forest. He doesn't look back. He doesn't slow down. He doesn't do anything but run as fast as he can.

There's no way. This can't be real. He saw her die. He felt her die. How can she be alive?

Black paws scatter dirt in their wake as he runs towards the Nemeton's clearing. He snarls at it even as he whines.