(possibly on pemanant hiatus) Always And Forever |Stiles| |Book 1|

Banshee Training! ||8

  "From all the poems written on the subject of unrequited love, there are so few on the pain of being the object of that affection. The truth is, it's not love on which the strongest foundations are built. It's the decency of merciful lies."  
~Niklaus Mikaelson
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Stiles had just got back from a small trip away from New Orleans, for a couple of days. In the two days he'd been gone, his siblings had jumped into more problems. He was sitting in the, Palace Royale Hotel, where the Pack was staying at, relying most of everything that had happened in the last couple of days with his siblings.

Stiles thought about how the last two days had turned out to his siblings, without him to help them. The only Elder witch left in New Orleans, Agnes had kidnapped Sophie Deveraux, injected her with a cursed needle called the Needle of Sorrows, which was meant for killing a child in the utero. Since, Hayley was linked to Sophie, the curse took effect in her and she fell sick. Elijah, who had made a deal with Davina, promising to help her with her uncontrollable magic, gave her the Spell of Unknotting, from their mother's Grimoire, which had helped them delink Hayley from Sophie, at the very last minute, almost killing Hayley and her child in the process. Rebekah had left after they'd saved Hayley and the baby from danger.

Father Kieran, had held a Faction meeting with all the human leaders, which got interrupted by Klaus, who was bent on finding the witch Agnes, to kill her for endangering Hayley and the baby. But, in the end Elijah ended up killing Agnes and three other witches with her.

At the moment Stiles was waiting for the Pack to get ready, so that they could go train, in the bayou. Stiles had a faint idea that there might be other wolves, of the Type A kind, in the bayou. So, he knew it was safe to take the Pack there. Scott, Malia and Liam would be running in the woods to keep up their shape, while Stiles was thinking about teaching Lydia a few things about being a banshee.

"Guys, let's move." shouted Stiles, when Scott came out of his room. "Let's get to the woods, by today please."

Scott gave Stiles a side grin at his sarcasm, even though it wasn't up to his standards. Scott knew Stiles was grieving, he'd found out his daughter had survived, but was sad that he hadn't had a chance to get to know her. Scott could sense Stiles sadness, even though he tried to hide it, it seeped through his armour occasionally.

The Pack left for the bayou in Stiles' Jeep, which had just come from Beacon Hills, with Lydia's car and Scott's dirt-bike. They reached the bayou, and got out, looking at the woods.

"Ah, finally some fresh air," said Malia, stretching her legs and taking deep breaths, "and wolves? I can smell wolves."

"Yeah. Me too." said Scott and Liam, together after sniffing the air.

"Yeah. You guys remember, I told you about another type of werewolves that existed?" when they all nodded at him he continued, "Well, Marcel had a witch curse all the wolves in the bayou, so that they can only turn to a human on the full moon. The opposite of a typical werewolf. So, yes. There are wolves running around the bayou. But I think they are hiding, if you look at all this mess." he said pointing to the mess. There were dusty  clothes, hanging on rusted clothesline, and tents that looked as if a tornado had been through it, and various vessels strewn around.

"So, why are there two types of werewolves?" asked Lydia, ever the curious one, at which Stiles scratched his temple, awkwardly. "I mean, how did they come into existence? Or were there already two types during your time?"

Stiles looked at them awkwardly, as they turned to him for an answer. He cleared his throat before he said, "I...I, kind of created them?" Stiles said softly, unsure how he wanted to tell them.