This May Hurt (Teen Wolf)

Chapter 43

A trigger. Stiles is my trigger. I look at the boy who's smiling so hard his face could crack with the slightest movement. Why is he smiling?

"I'm her trigger like the way Allison was for Scott?", he asks Deaton happily. I look over to Scott and Allison and see them smiling at each other, probably reminiscing in old memories.

"Exactly.", Deaton answers him than turns back to me. "When werewolves first turn, they need to learn how to bring out and control their power, so they don't run around rabid and mad. Scott had an unusually tough time getting control over himself and his inner wolf. Stiles and Derek probably tried almost everything to get him in line, but in the end, it was Allison that caused him to finally get a hold of it. She was his trigger into his wolf state and out of it. And the same thing goes for you. It's seems that whenever Stiles is in pain you're instinct reacts quickly to him, but you can't seem to bring yourself back until Stiles calls you back."

Wow. I turn and look at Stiles, my trigger. To think that he is the switch of my power, it only makes me think- no, know that he and I are just meant for each other. I know my feelings are growing by the second for him and maybe, just maybe, his are for me too.

"Wait, but the first time she used her powers was when she found about Lydia. That had nothing to do with Stiles.", Isaac interjects. I don't even need to look at Stiles to know that he is staring daggers at Isaac.

"Yes, but Stiles still brought her back to reality.", Boyd puts in. "And she used them again when Ethan was beating Stiles and he brought her back than too. And now this, so five out of six incidents prove that he is in fact her trigger."

"Thank you.", Stiles says brightly to Boyd. Isaac crosses his arms and looks angrily at the ground, mumbling things that I can't quite catch.

"All that does not matter at this moment.", Deaton says. "Yes we have learned how to unleash her power, but now she must learn how to bring them out herself and control it without losing herself in the process." He turns to me. "Are you ready to begin?"

I nod my head yes, taking a deep breath and preparing myself for what I know would be a painful couple of hours. ~

We practiced for what seemed like forever, but was really only three hours. I have never felt so worn out in my life. It feels like someone was washing me with a washboard and wringing me out the way they did back when washing machines weren't invented. I can barely even see straight. I'm literally wobbling as try to steady myself enough to stand. Every muscle, every fiber of my being is screaming, raging. I can feel myself ready to drop to the ground and crawl into a ball in a second. But with the pain comes a good feeling because I am closer to know how to control the power hidden deep within me. I found out in the short amount of time that I can actually do more than I thought.

I could levitate things with my hands as well as myself. I can bend all the elements to my very will. I can do so many things that I've seen on TV and read it books that most of the time I thought it was all a dream I was having. But it's not; it's all real, and for once, I'm enjoying almost every bit of it.

"Very good, very good.", Deaton praised me. "You're learning fast for your first time. At the rate you're going, you should be in full control give or take three weeks."

Three weeks. Wow. Only three weeks. "But what about the werewolf beacon part of me? We didn't work on that.", I tell him.

"That is for the very end when you have completely mastered your powers. For now, I suggest you go home and get some rest. Tomorrow is another day.", Deaton tells me.

I nod at him, giving him a tired smile before turning and walking to a waiting Stiles, leaning on his jeep. Everyone else has already left now.

As I begin to walk to him, I'm stopped by Isaac. "Do you need a ride back home?", he asks me softly.