born to die [teen wolf]

[chapter six] the hale family

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Aires pov...

I was snooping around in my own house.

Stiles was asleep and I was supposed to be on watch, however, I was bored, and boredom wasn't a good thing when it came to me. Boredom would lead to chaos, something I couldn't afford. So instead I was digging around at all the things I had overlooked when I crashed in the house.

Derek had moved things in from the vault, why, I didn't know. But I didn't touch anything last year, even though I had the opportunity. Derek had done a lot to the house, the house he was born in and the house I killed him in.

I should've camped out at Lana's house, however, that would require us running through the woods, and with Stiles' two left feet I knew we would be caught. So instead I forced us to stay in the house of horrors.

With a hint of a frown, I dug through a box filled with journals and pictures. I didn't need to open anything to know whose belongings I was snooping in, they were Lanas things. Peter's mom- my dads mother, my grandmother.

How a connection was never made before I didn't know because the more I thought about it, the more obvious it was that Peter was my dad.

He was a psychopath.

And from what I knew about Lana, she was equally as crazy.

And then suddenly, it dawned on me and I made another connection. Three generations of the Hales had gone 'crazy'. Peter was a psychopath through and through, Lana was the good witch gone bad, and I was a monster disguised as an angel.

A dusty notebook had Talias name scribbled across it, intriguing me. I flipped open the book and it was then that I realised why it was with Lanas things. Talia had filled an entire notebook about her mother, Lana.

I hate her.

Not only is she growing more insufferable by the day, but she's also corrupting Tate, the way she corrupted Peter. The three of them share a connection, something I can't quite comprehend.

Lana and I are no longer on direct speaking terms, she only communicates with me through Tate or Peter because she knows if she speaks to me directly it will only end with us at each other's necks. I hate her, I hate her with my entire heart.

Shaking my head, I resisted the urge to roll my eyes and slammed shut Talias hate journal. Lana and Talia never got along. Talia didn't like Lana, probably because she never understood her, the ways she never understood me.

I knew Talia loved me but she didn't like me very much.

I couldn't read anymore about how much Talia hated Lana, even though I could understand why she did. It was the same reason I understood why my old friends all hated me.

But still, it made me sick to my stomach.

My fingers brushed against a photo of Lana, looking young and carefree with a hint of darkness in her eyes. She couldn't have been any older than eighteen in the photo. Beside her stood two girls, slightly younger, looking eerily similar to Lana.

Sisters?

With a frown, I flipped the photo over and read the names. Mila Hale, Violet Hale, Lana Hale. All three girls with the Hale name. I knew Lana never married, that she had Peter and Talia with a man who she didn't care about and vice versa. But I didn't know that she had sisters, that I had aunts.

I dug through the box, but there were no more photos of Mila or Violet. Talia never mentioned them, Peter never mentioned them, it was as if they never existed except in the photo. What the hell happened to them?