4: The Alphas Child- Always And Forever

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Stay out of it. Stay out of it.

There was no way Stiles would be able to stay out of it, and he was wondering if the people who told him to stay out of it truly knew him the way they claimed to.

He sighed softly and ran a hand through his quiff and closed his eyes for a brief moment. Could he stay out of it if he really tried? Maybe. Did he want to? No. There were witches in town, killing wendigos and possibly other supernatural creatures, and no one was doing anything about it. Yes, Derek says witches do things for a reason, and Alan talks about balance, but aside from the bodies being Wendigos, they were still people. They had families, and their families needed closure.

Stiles made it back to the station, and after a bit more paperwork, he clocked out to head home. He was exhausted, his mind was racing a mile a minute, and quite frankly, the only thing on his mind was his husband's Tuscan chicken pasta. He knew after debriefing and talking more about the situation with his husband that he'd have more of a level head. He also needed to talk more with Parrish. He would have done that before leaving the station, but Parrish was still out patrolling the preserve.

Stiles fished his keys out of his pocket as he walked to his car, and he twirled the Keychain around his finger as he began to whistle.

Upon making it to his car, a forceful whoosh of wind almost knocked him over. Literally. He felt as though he was going to be sick mere seconds after. He steadied himself with one hand on his jeep and closed his eyes to take a few deep breaths. When he opened his eyes, though, he was met with a pair of bright violet eyes in the distance, about 10 feet away.

"Mr. Stilinski." A voice rang through the wind, a voice that sent chills up his spine and made his blood run cold. A voice, so raspy and demonic.

The witch.

"Who are you? What do you want?" Stiles asked, his free hand immediately reaching for his gun.

The witch cackled.

"Easy, Mr. Stilinski... that wouldn't work on me. It would only piss me off. I'm only here to chat." She said, so smoothly, Stiles was sure she wasn't even talking at all.

"Okay. So talk. You killed those wendigos. Why?" He asked, leaning against his jeep and crossing his arms over his chest. The witch moved. She wasn't walking, though. It was as if she was hovering across the pavement.

"They had it coming. There's a war coming you see.. a war that's bigger than you and me... The Supernaturals have to choose a side.. the wendigos chose the wrong side." She hissed, causing Stiles to frown.

"A war. Great." He mumbled, causing the witch to chuckle.

"Don't worry your fragile human head. This war is a war between the witches and the faeries. It has nothing to do with werewolves. Wendigos, however, are the Beacon that would make or break a side.. I had to get rid of them before they set out to destroy us." She informed Stiles again with the cryptic bullshit.

Stiles opened his mouth to speak again, but in a blink of an eye, the witch was gone.

"What the—" Stiles squawked as he twisted his body every which way to look for the purple eyed hag.

"Just fucking great. Leave me to put the pieces together myself. Like fucking always." He muttered to himself before getting into his vehicle and driving home. He needed to tell Derek what just happened, He also needed to tell Scott. Yes, he said it wasn't about them, but what if there was a way they could stop it so no one else got hurt? He was channeling his best Scott McCall with that thought alone.

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When Stiles got home, he parked in the driveway, then walked into the house with a loud greeting like he's done every day for years.

Derek called back to him from the kitchen, where they were already sitting and eating. Honestly, the sight of them had Stiles smiling. He loved his family so much, and he'd do anything to protect them. He would do anything to protect his kids. So maybe he should stay out of it.

Derek looked up at Stiles as he walked into the kitchen, and he was already serving him some food before he sat down. "Hey, babe. How was work?" Derek asked, and Stiles swallowed thickly. He glanced at Thalia and then at Dj, and then he looked at his husband.

He was staying out of it.

"My day was long and tiring. I'm happy to be home. What did you guys do today?" Stiles asked them with a curious tone, and as the kids started talking to tell them, talking over each other to tell Stiles all about their day, Stiles couldn't help but to feel a heavy pit in his stomach.

He wanted so badly to tell Derek. To tell Scott about the witch and as bad as he wanted to, he just couldn't seem to. It was because of his kids and keeping them safe that he was heeding the witches' warning and staying out of it. Heeding everyone's warning, actually.

But was he doing the right thing?