When We Were Young : Part 3

Next Book!!

Alright so I've been trying to write and all that but I am having the hardest time figuring out how I want Haley to return in Season 4. But it's in the works I promise. I do have a solid first chapter aka kinda a summary of the last book that I will be posting on this little note and on the new book also. I will write another author's note when the next book is ready to be published but for now here is the first chapter. I know the teen wolf fandom and sort of dying down so I really appreciate my readers who have stuck with me. I wish I would have written this series earlier. I'm sticking with it for you guys. So thank you so much! Here it is

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It's been one month since I left Beacon Hills. Since I left my job, which held someone I consider family, Sheriff Stilinski, and his son who's been like a brother to me, Stiles, I miss his spastic movements and his sarcasm. Then there's Scott, my alpha. It feels weird saying that a teenager, someone I babysat, is now my leader but he is more than deserving of the title of the true alpha. Then there's Isaac, last I heard he was gonna go to Paris, he's become my best friend throughout everything. There's a couple other people I think of sometimes, Parrish, my partner at the station. Lydia, the teenager coming to terms with her new found supernatural abilities and then Deaton, the person who helped my gain some control and helped me a lot. Last but not least.

Derek Hale

My first love, my last love, at least I hope so. I last left him staring after me as I walked out the door. He probably thinks I hate him, which I should. Him and Deaton. They both lied to be for a very long time. Before I get into that let me tell you a summary of my messed up life.

First, Imagine a perfect family. A mother and father along with their children. There was Stephen, Sam and I. My father Clayton, and my mother Emily. My father was one of the strongest alpha werewolves out there, mother was human, so was I. My two brothers were werewolves, they were lucky to get the gene. We were perfect. We all loved each other. My father was the type of dad everyone wants, and so was my mother. Or so I thought. Or so my screwed up mind thought.

Truth is.

My father is monster. Oh and the fact that he's isn't really my father, no that title belongs to another murderous monster named Deucalion.

Anyway my father knew I wasn't his actual child and he wanted revenge on Deucalion and my mother for betraying him. So without their knowledge he would take me with him on his murderous rampages and even try to get me to kill with him.

A child. Surrounded my murder. Thinking it was a normal everyday thing.

Witnessing something so terrible at such a young age sure did take a toll on me. But it doesn't end here.

When my mother found out she took the family to Beacon Hills a small town in California which held another extremely respected and powerful Alpha. Talia Hale. My mother begged her to help me, to make me forget all the awful things my father had made me witness. Alpha's have this ability to steal and share memories through their claws. Doing this to someone my age would damage my mind, more so than what it already was. Talia essentially built a wall inside my head. One side is the pretty side, the one with the perfect family and all good memories. Then on the other side where the evil resided. The one where a daughter was emotionally abused by her father, sometimes even physically.

My father swore he would change and my mother, being stupid, took him back. He didn't change, it happened again, then another wall was built, then it happened again. This time they moved to Beacon Hills permanently so the Hale's could keep an eye on Clayton.

Doing this ritual has some severe side effects on me that didn't start affecting me until I became a werewolf.

Number one, it delayed the process of me becoming a werewolf. Just like puberty it takes time for born werewolves to develop their abilities, mine was just taking a long time, even longer since my mind was played with.

Number two, my mind is fragile. Sleep was basically non existent and when I did sleep nightmares consumed me. Headaches were always there even when I turned into a werewolf.

Number three, Control issues. Shifting into a werewolf so late was probably a good thing because when I became a werewolf is when everything got worse. I didn't have an issue with control on the full moons, in fact I had control after my second full moon. It's when I get angry when the other side shines through. I call it my darkness. Full on rage consumes me and I can't help it.

Becoming a werewolf did nothing to help my mental state, it made it worse. It started to break down the walls that Talia built. When I opened up to Derek about my issues he pushed it off saying it was normal for a new werewolf to feel like this, this is when the lies started happening.

Lastly, the reason I was in such a hurry to get things figured out was the fact that death was very near in my future if I didn't get the help that I needed. The nogitsune, the one that possessed Stiles, broke a wall that was inside my head sending me into a very short coma. During this coma I witnessed a multitude of memories of my father, him killing in front of me, even one where he wanted my tiny little hands to strangle an innocent man and when I didn't fall through in killing this man, my father broke my hand, and I felt it. I felt my bones breaking as he did it. Turns out when I experience a memory it's like living it all over again. When the weather is cold, I'm cold. When little me gets hurt I feel it. I wouldn't say the nogitsune broke a wall down, maybe cracked a wall. If all these memories came flooding back at once then my mind would go in a state of shock, and I would basically be braindead, stuck in my own horrible memories.

Now here I am. In the state of Ohio where everyday I am submerged in room temperature water, with no sound and no sight, and no touch. Where in a short amount of time I dive deep into my subconscious where I willingly experience my memories. One at a time. Yes it would take a while but after the first week I started to feel so much better. The headaches started to disappear and I even sleep way better.

There is a woman, her name is Tonya. She is a emissary for a pack here in Ohio, she's the one who's been helping me. She's my connection to the real world whenever experience the memories. She calls it memory walking. But she just pulls me out of the memories when they get to be too much. The thing that really keeps me grounded and safe is Derek Hale.

The necklace he gave me became somewhat of an anchor for me. When I'm scared I grab it. When I sleep at night I grab it. And when I start to lose control again, I grab it.

Little did I know that my pack, my family back at home was keeping another secret from me. One that included assassin's, deadpools, my boyfriend being deaged back into a teenager, oh and let's not forget the fact that the woman who destroyed me by killing my family and Derek's family in a fire has returned. Kate Argent.

How I found out about all this, well that's what I'm gonna tell you. I'm also going to tell you how pissed I was when I found out. Stay tuned.