transcendent ༜stiles stilinski༜ [1] (UNDER EDITING)

27| A New Threat

So I had to come clean to Allison, Stiles, Melissa, and Scott. And, finally Lydia. They had to know about my mom and finally the strange premonitions about death. Never told them I was still dying. Scott and I hold down at small, blonde dog. Yeah, Deaton had to decided to find a job for me which mostly included sitting at the front desk and taking calls or doing whatever Scott couldn't do. I press my hand gently against his head while Scott had his hands on the dog's upper body and legs.

"It's not gonna hurt him, is it?" The dog's owner asks.

Deaton smiles. "Just a little. But I usually find that it's the owners who feel the most pain."

The man smiles.

"Alright," Deaton starts. "Well, we'll just check the stool sample for parasites but my guess is that he probably just ate something he shouldn't have."

I lift the dog off the table and set him down on the floor gently. I look at the name on his collar and smiles.

"He's handsome and he's got a cool name," I coo. "Bullet."

His owner crouches in front of us. "He's got two brothers at home named Beretta and Trigger."

I laugh. "Military family?"

He nods. Bullet surrenders himself to Scott as he rubs the dog's belly. I snap my fingers and he's to my own will.

"Looks like he knows who the alphas are."

Scott and I look at each other. We smile at the man harmlessly. After everything is done, the man and his dog leave the clinic.

I look at Deaton and pull a picture out of my pocket.

"I found this," I explain. "At my mother's house."

A picture of me as a baby. In the picture, I recognized two people. She looked so much like Derek. So I gathered that it had to be Talia. Then there's Deaton, next to my mother. He was holding me in his arms as I stared at the camera. I was baby. Deaton nods and looks at Scott.

"You said if I learned more you would tell me- You would tell me what I am," I say fiddling with my finger. "You promised. I read the book. The Maids of Gevaudan."

Deaton nods. "It was a long time ago. There's only ever been one recorded in history. One of the maids. I wasn't sure at first." He opens a cabinet and pulls out a book. "But it's your bloodline and somehow it involves Allison's. Only one of the creatures has ever been-"

"One what?" Scott asks.

"A Banshee-Werewolf."

My heart begins to pound in my chest as I repeated the words in my head.

Banshee-Werewolf.

A label. Finally. I'm not just a thing. Not anymore. I have a name.

"That's why you're so different. You have the abilities of a banshee and the abilities of a werewolf but you have more than just that. You're powerful."

"What's a banshee?" I ask.

"It's an female, earth spirit. They have premonitions of death. Their abilities? A scream like no other. Loud enough to kill someone. But the combined power of a werewolf and banshee. It's chaotic."

I lift my shirt a little revealing the words burning on my stomach.

"Je suis la beaute de la terre verte et la lune blache parmi les etoiles," I whisper. "I am the beauty of the green earth and the white moon among the stars."