The youngest Mikaelson (2)

Chapter eight

"Oh thank God your back. I've missed you so much" Stiles huffed pulling me in for a hug "I thought you wouldn't come back" he mumbled lower.
"Now what on earth would make you think that" I smiled as he frowned.
"Your brother. You might want to lay low for a bit, the packs still a bit -" "pissed?" I offered "yeah. Pissed." He agreed.

"So do you want to talk about what happened?" Stiles asked slowly as I released a breath I hadn't realised I was holding.
"I can't see my family for a very long time" "what did they banish you or something?" He joked trying to lighten the mood "I wish it was that simple. Each family member has part of an evil spirit trapped inside us, if we're close to each other - it will get stronger. Kill more children for power that sort of thing" "well - you can FaceTime right? Stay in contact with them?" He asked sincerely.
"We knew it would be too hard for Elijah to stay away from Niklaus, so we had Marcel erase his memories of us - he doesn't remember anything" I explained sadly as the door swung open.
"Great, your back then" Malia growled "nows not really the time Mal" Stiles huffed "well now we're a pack member down because of someone no one wants" she snapped back.
"Look, I don't know who you think you are - but I have had a week from hell and I won't hesitate to kill you" I barked.
"Well that's ironic isn't it considering the circumstances" Deaton spoke out following Scott inside "what's that supposed to mean?" I asked confused causing Deaton to look confused as a flash of guild passed through his eyes.
"What does that mean?" I asked slower in a more threatening tone.
"That doesn't matter, we're having a pack meeting - you can stay" Scott smiled.