the vanishing of Stiles Stilinski

Mira

The clinic was left in a stunned silence after the departure of Stiles and the mysterious witch. The pack members, still trapped behind the ring of mountain ash, exchanged uneasy glances, each of them struggling to process what had just happened. The resemblance between Malia and the witch had not gone unnoticed, and the unspoken questions hung heavily in the air.

It was Malia who broke the silence, her voice sharp with confusion and frustration. “Why does she look like me, but she’s not a wolf?” Her gaze was fixed on Peter, who stood nearby, his expression unusually serious.

Peter hesitated for a moment, his usual smirk absent as he considered his words. “Because, Malia,” he began slowly, “when I remembered you, I remembered two of you.”

The rest of the pack turned to Peter, their expressions ranging from shock to curiosity. Malia’s eyes narrowed, her confusion deepening. “What do you mean, two of me?”

Peter sighed, the weight of old secrets pressing down on him. “You have a twin, Malia. Her name is Mira. The woman you just saw, the witch… that was your sister.”

Malia blinked, her mind racing to catch up with the revelation. A twin? She had a twin? The idea seemed impossible, yet it explained so much—the uncanny resemblance, the sense of familiarity she had felt but couldn’t place.

“Why didn’t I know about this?” Malia demanded, her voice rising with a mix of anger and hurt. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Peter’s gaze softened, a rare glimpse of genuine emotion crossing his features. “It wasn’t safe, Malia. Your mother… she’s dangerous. When you and Mira were born, Talia—my sister—knew she had to protect you both. So, she hid you, separated you for your own safety.”

The room was silent as Peter’s words sank in. The pack listened intently, the pieces of the puzzle starting to fall into place. Scott’s brow furrowed in concern. “Where is Mira now?”

Peter shook his head, a trace of sadness in his eyes. “I don’t know. After Talia’s death, I lost track of her. I called out to you both, hoping to find you… but Mira never responded. Until now.”

Malia’s heart pounded in her chest, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within her. She had a sister—a twin—and she had been kept in the dark about it her whole life. And now, that sister was out there, connected to Stiles in a way Malia couldn’t yet understand.

“Stiles, Teresa, and Mira,” Scott murmured, piecing the situation together. “They’re all gone now, aren’t they?”

Peter nodded grimly. “Yes. Whatever’s happening, it’s bigger than any of us realized. And we’re running out of time to figure it out.”

Malia felt a surge of determination. She had spent years feeling like an outsider, like a piece of her was missing. Now she knew why. She wasn’t going to let her sister slip away again—not without answers, not without a fight.

“We have to find them,” Malia said, her voice firm. “We have to find Mira and get Stiles back.”

The pack exchanged resolute nods. There were still so many unknowns, so many dangers lurking in the shadows. But one thing was certain—they would do whatever it took to bring Stiles and Mira back. The safety of their pack, and the resolution of their pasts, depended on it.

Peter placed a hand on Malia’s shoulder, a rare gesture of comfort. “We will,” he assured her. “We’ll find them, and we’ll bring them home.”

As the pack began to strategize their next move, the air in the clinic buzzed with renewed purpose. The truth about Malia’s past had been revealed, but the journey to uncover the full extent of it—and to reunite her with her twin—was just the beginning