To Dwell In Nightmares and Dreams

Opening Up

"So? What do you want to know?" Stiles asked, trying his best to look friendly but it wasn't going so well. 

"We heard you used to be human, if you don't mind telling us about that" Antony said. 

"Theres not much to tell..." 

"A human to servant, to the master. We can't not be interested, its rare or unheard of" 

"Mmmm" Was all Stiles responded with, not wanting to go into detail about how he became the grand master, it still haunted him to this day, watching and feeling his human body be completely destroyed in front of his eyes, staring at his skeleton hands. 

Antony came to a stop, turning to face Stiles directly, Tony hovered worriedly behind him. 

"I used to be human as well, do you know how I became a werewolf? My father, my mother and my little brother was attacked by a feral alpha while we were out camping, only I managed to survive, at a prise, my family lives and my humanity" 

Stiles eyes widened a little in surprise but shook his head saying sympathetically "I'm sorry...for your loss but...why are you telling me this?" 

"If you want the us and you, the Grand Master to have a better relationship then some ones got to give first and open up first, and now, will you do the same for me?"

Stiles hesitated but he could see that Antony made sense, it felt wrong not to respond in kind but he still did not want to talk about it. So he was as vague as possible. Already feeling stirs of hatred inside him as he recounted his story. 

"I...was abandoned by a werewolf pack in the sorcerer realm, I was then made a sorcerer, taken in as a servant and then I stopped a murderer who'd killed a child. That then gave me the chance to drink from the Silver Soul, then, you know the rest, instead of becoming a Lord or a elite, I became the next Grand Master..." 

Antony  narrowed his eyes slightly as he asked "Anything else? You look like you want to say more" 

Stiles was about to say no, however he knew it was true that he needed to be more open to this, and so what if the council knew what he suspected, what on earth could they do against him anyway? He could crush them like bugs if he wanted too and that wasn't him being arrogant, that was fact. 

"I have some of the Lady of Air's memories before she died, in her younger years she had a relationship with a member of the council and that council member talked about...treason" 

Tony stiffened besides Antony, suddenly looking even more nervous and pale looking but Antony had no such reaction, he frowned as he said "Ah, no wonder your suspicious of us but she is hundreds of years old isn't she? If it was younger years wouldn't that be one of the council members ancestors, not them?" 

Stiles sighed as he said "Yes but keeping our first meeting in mind when you turned up in my realm uninvited and these memories, I can't help but feel distrustful towards you" 

Antony hedged hesitantly, knowing he was stepping on dangerous territory "And maybe the fact your werewolf pack abandoned you, wouldn't happen to do with any of these feelings right?"

Stiles tensed up, and the air around him suddenly became very cold. 

The werewolves suddenly felt like they were freezing. 

Antony thought to himself...maybe I shouldn't have mentioned that but...he needed Stiles to trust them for the plan to work or at least be more friendly and open, so he would try his hardest, no matter the dangers of angering this monster.