THE PROPHECY [ENG] - Stiles Stilinski & Hope Mikaelson

3. Fragments of Hope

Hope's pov

«Aunt Freya? Keelin?»

I gasped when I saw the blood on the floor. The house seemed empty.
I then ran upstairs, hoping to find them, but they were nowhere to be seen.

My heart started to race.

I thought back to the dead werewolves and imagined the worst.

Not again, I couldn't let anyone else be taken from me.

I tried all the tracking spells I knew, but with no success.

It was all my fault; if I had gotten home on time, this wouldn't have happened.

I burst into tears, not knowing what to do or where to start looking for them. They were clearly injured, but I hoped they were both still alive.

I leaned my back against the wall and sank to the ground. I brought my hand to my neck, feeling like I was suffocating.

I was about to have a panic attack; the house started to tremble, I was losing control of my powers.

It wasn't the first time it happened; my mother had taught me how to get through it. She made me count out loud while taking deep breaths.

I inhaled for the first time.

«One.»
I exhaled.
«Two.»
And I continued counting until I felt better.

I stood up and wiped my face from the tears.
«Think, Hope, think!» I said, pacing back and forth in the living room.

I had an idea, I wasn't sure it would work, but it was worth a try.
I took off all my clothes and transformed into my wolf form.

I wanted to try to track them by following their scents. I focused on Aunt Freya's scent and went outside, starting to follow it.

The trail led me into the woods.

The scent was lost, and I didn't know what to do next. I tried to pick it up again but had no luck.

I heard a howl not far from me; it wasn't a full moon night. Could it be a real wolf? The only other options were that it was either a hybrid or part of the Crescent pack like me, which was very unlikely.

The wolf approached me; it was the opposite of what I was. It had completely black fur and bright yellow eyes.

It circled around me, seeming to study me, and then ran off.

I followed it, and it led me to the center of the woods where I saw Aunt Freya unconscious.

I returned to my human form and ran to her, biting my wrist hard enough to start bleeding, and made Freya drink it.

The wolf ran off right after.

«Who are you?» I whispered.

I knew for sure it wasn't Scott or Derek; I would have sensed it.