Wolfsbane II | Teen Wolf

Part 15

A/N: Face Claim for Hades is Tom Sturridge from The Sandman

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There was a legend.

It told of how Cerberus, the great and terrifying guardian of Hel, fell into a deep sleep once. And as it slept, slobber formed in the three-headed dog's mouth and its' toxic saliva dripped unto the ground. As it did, up sprung a purple flower shaped like a tall, triangular hat. It later became known as monkshood or wolfsbane and is used as a poison or in certain medicinal preparations.

The white wolfsbane on the other hand was a very rare form of aconite that only bloomed on the night of the full moon. It was known not only for its extraordinary medicinal properties which could heal any sickness, it was also known to ward off curses.

Deaton closed the book. There was nothing else in the book that told of where or how to find the white wolfsbane. There was nothing else of help for Peter.

Deaton massaged his temple as he felt a headache coming. He had been researching for ways to help Peter ever since he had showed up with Ashley. The Hale werewolf had explained what he had done to bring the girl back and the cost. That even now Peter's lifeforce was slowly ebbing away.

When he thought about it, it was remarkable to see how the young and self-centered boy had grown into a man willing to lay down his life. He had watched Peter Hale grow up. He had seen him as the overshadowed brother of Talia, the jealous uncle of Derek, the violent alpha, and the power-hungry wolf. But when Peter was with Ashley, Deaton saw the gentle and caring side to him. He saw a Peter Hale that would go through such lengths for love.

It would be a tragedy to see such a man die. That's why Deaton had agreed to help him. However, after going through countless books and resources, he could see little hope and was starting to despair. Perhaps, it was timely that Peter entered his study at that moment.

"Any luck?" The werewolf asked.

"No." Deaton shook his hand. "There's nothing here."

"I'm sure we'll find something." Peter grimaced.

"How can you still have hope?" The druid stood up to face him.

Peter looked him in eyes and replied: "Even someone as burned and dead on the inside as me chooses to hope in the simple, yet undeniable power, of human love."

He gave Deaton a grin before leaving the man to his books.

"Let me know when you find something."

Deaton chuckled. I guess I better get back to work.

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The leaves rustled as the wind blew through the woods. Dark clouds gathered hinting at a coming storm. Something ominous was coming and it made the trees tremble.

Soon, the calm forest transformed into a terrifying sight filled with heavy rain, lightning and thunder.

Once again, the Nemeton glowed a blueish whitish hue. Just above it, the air crackled and lightning began to swirl making a tiny circle. The circle expanded and formed a portal out of thin air.

On one side was the Nemeton and the woods of Beacon Hill. On the other side was the underground throne room of Hel.

Hades took a step through the portal and into Earth.

Once he stepped onto the Nemeton, the portal disappeared behind him.

The moon partially hidden by clouds glowed eerily in welcome. He breathed in the smell of rain and wood as droplets of water fell heavily upon his cloaked self. He extended his hand to feel the cold winds and icy water. The cold was not much different from his realm. But the atmosphere, the smells, and the sight were certainly different.

He stepped off the Nemeton and noticed someone coming out of the woods to greet him.

It was the Helhound. He walked towards Hades in a trancelike state, his eyes glowing amber.

"My lord." Parrish knelt before the god.

"Perfect." Hades took of his hood revealing the pale but beautiful face of death. "Take me to her."

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*BANG*

The thunder roared loudly as the storm continued to rage on.

Inside her room, Ashley could not shake off a nagging feeling of dread. Perhaps, it was because of the weather. Perhaps, it was because Peter had been gone for a few days.

He had gone out of town but was expected to come back soon. She jumped to her bed and pulled the covers around her. The chaos outside had her on edge and she wished the Hale wolf was with her.

Suddenly, a flash of lightning struck a tree just outside her window causing her to scream in fright.

That felt too close to home.

Ashley quickly got out of bed to close the curtains but not before noticing a hooded figure where lightning had struck. Refusing to believe it, she blinked a couple of times but the figure was gone.

Her mind must be playing tricks on her.

She closed the curtains and was going back to bed when she heard a thunderous knock on the door. The sound made her flinch, but she bravely headed down the stairs.

She opened the door to find the Helhound standing in the rain.

Parrish stood at the door with a disoriented look. The moment he saw her, recognition filled his eyes.

"Sorry."

Then he passed out onto her.

Ashley grunted at the sudden weight and dragged the man over to the couch.

Once she settled him down, she headed back to close the door only to stop in her tracks.

At the doorway was the hooded figure that she had seen before. The raging storm behind him causing him to look even more menacing.

"It can't be." She inadvertently stepped away from the figure.

The man stepped into the house and pulled his hood off.

"Hello Cara." He greeted her.

"Hades." She whispered back.