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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍
𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯: 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺
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𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬
One Week Later
SOMEHOW, THEO AND I make it back to New Orleans in just under a week. No, we didn't leave a trail of bodies behind us. No, we didn't not kill anyone. No, there's no trace of them ever existing. I dealt with all of it with my magic. Esther was ever happy and willing to help, and, honestly, I think I am her favourite 'child'.
We pull up outside my family home - now the Pack House - and get out of the car. I grab the suitcase out of the boot and hand it to Theo before turning my attention back to the house, closing the boot. I walk inside, Theo beside me, and instantly a body collides with mine, arms wrapping around my middle. I wrap my arms around the strawberry blonde and nuzzle my face into her hair, breathing in her intoxicating scent.
"Hey, Lyds," I murmur, holding her shaking body. "I'm sorry for leaving like I did."
She sobs. "You were so far away. We thought the worst. I thought the worst."
"I can't be killed, Lyds. We've been through this."
"Oh... I forgot about that..."
I laugh and pull back from the hug, causing her to do the same. I meet her glistening hazel eyes and wipe the tears off her face, making her smile lightly and let out a small laugh. All of a sudden, she reaches up on her toes and presses her lips to mine, making electricity shoot through our bodies. I kiss her back gently, cupping her face in my hands, and feel her hands grip my shirt tightly.
She pulls back a moment later and looks up at me with a secret smile.
"What was that for?" I ask, smiling down at her and poking her cheek.
"You're my Mate."
"I'm not you're only Mate. The other one is standing over there and smiling like an idiot."
Lydia looks in the same direction as me and laughs. Derek looks like he is about to have a broken face from smiling so big, but a smile does suit him. Derek walks over to us and wraps his arm around Lydia's waist, his smile growing slightly. I pat his cheek and he nips it, teasingly warning me not to do it again.
"Fine, sourwolf," I say, pouting. "I won't touch you again."
His face falls and a whining sound escapes him. "Stiles..."
"Nope. You can go crazy. You bit me."
"Stiles."
"What, Derek?"
"Shut up."
He pulls my smaller frame to him and wraps both his arms around my waist, holding me against his body. I chuckle and wrap my arms around his neck - the only place I can - and hug him back, squeezing him tightly. At that he pulls back and narrows his eyes at me. I poke my tongue out and he grabs it with his thumb and forefinger.
"Let go of my tongue," I demand, my voice coming out weird.
His raises his eyebrows teasingly. "Or what?"
"Or I'll bite you."
"Sure you will."
I prove him wrong by moving my head forward and biting down on his forefinger his blood hitting my tongue and making my eyes flash for a second. Derek growls lowly and releases my tongue, but I don't release his finger. I nip it again and watch his eyes flash purple, darkening by the second. I lick the blood off his finger and let it go, moving my head back and watching a drop of blood travel down his finger.
"Your blood is so potent," I say, raising my eyebrow at me. "Strange for a Werewolf. Must be the Mate thing."
Derek nods and lets me go. "It has to be. There's no other explanation."
"What about you, little Banshee? Yours any different to a Human's?"
Lydia's eyes go wide. "W-What?"
I chuckle. "I'm kidding. Kind of. I'm curious though."
"No Blood Sharing in the courtyard, Mieczyslaw," Elijah says, looking down at us. "That's a private affair. As is Blood Bonding, and yet you performed it in the middle of New Orleans."
"Jeez, Elijah. At least it was at a crossroads and not in a damn cornfield."
He goes red. "Point taken. Just, confine the Blood Sharing to a bedroom."
I am about to give him a mock salute when a scent hits me, making my Original eyes appear and a growl to escape my mouth. I pull Lydia behind me and face the intruder, growls rumbling in my chest. Said intruder raises their hands in surrender and walk into the light, making my entire family growl and snarl, their eyes turning glossy black and veins appearing under them.
My eyes flicker of the intruder and I notice that they've barely changed. Their naturally red eye is glowing and their white hair, shorter than it was millennia ago, gives off its own light. When they are a couple meters away from me I let out a warning growl and they stop in their tracks, a strange look on their face.
They have on ordinary clothes, but he is no ordinary person. In contrast with his pale hair and skin tone, he has on a pair of dark jeans and a black shirt - the long sleeves barely covering the scars running up his forearms. The scar across his single white eye stands out and gives him an edge that sets the Werewolves in my Pack into a bunch of growling wolves.
He opens his mouth and starts to speak. "Such a warm reception, Genim. I expected higher of you."
"It would be warmer had you not tried to kill me," I snarl, feeling Lydia's hold on my arm tighten. "You deserve to be dead for what you have done."
"So do you, and yet here you are. You're still kicking, and you have an entire Pack of dogs in your house."
The Pack snarl and step towards him, only for me to throw out my free arm. My eyes turn molten orange and they stop in their tracks, ferocious snarls escaping them. I look over at them and shake my head, lowering my arm and cancelling my magic. My eyes turn back to their normal colour, but they are a much darker shade than their normal whiskey - they are almost black in colour, but there is still a major difference between them and my pupils.
"What are you doing here, Aleksandr?" I ask, my eyes flashing dangerously.
Aleksandr smiles. "I'm here to see my brother of course."
