Can This Be Love? [Stiles-Stilinski] COMPLETED

The Final One

Chapter 16

Meagan

It took me a good second to react after my brother knocked my boyfriend to the ground.

Well... let me rephrase.

It took me a good second to react after my boyfriend let my brother knock him to the ground. However, after that second, my brain snapped back to the reality of the situation.  "Scott, that's enough!" I snapped grabbing my twin by his arm as he was readying himself to swing again at Stiles.

Stiles began to stand up, rubbing his jaw. Looking at his eyes, I though I saw a glimmer of Alpha-red, but as soon as I saw it, it was gone again.  "Stiles, are you okay?" I asked quietly. His answer was simply a nod. The simple answer seemed to only add to Scott's rage.

"She asked you a question asshole!" Scott yelled trying to lunge at Stiles again, only failing due to my hold on him. "How could you do this to her?!? I feel like I don't even know who you are anymore." Scott just kept rambling on, while continuously pulling against my arms trying to get at Stiles.

As Scott ranted on I felt the anger building higher and higher until I couldn't hold it in any longer. It wasn't Stiles' fault that Ivan had done what he had done to me. It wasn't Stiles' fault that I was buried so far into myself that I barely recognized my reflection.  I felt my body start to shake and my heart rate begin to rise. As the shaking grew stronger I felt the familiar icy sensation fill in behind my eyes and I began to panic as the shift began to take hold.

Backing away from my brother, I unconsciously moved closer to Stiles. Locking his gaze with my own I sent him a mental plea to get Scott out of here before anything else went horribly wrong. Yet, relief fell just outside of our grasp.

When Scott saw me move closer to Stiles, he lost it even more than he had when he saw the bruise. However this time his anger was directed at me. "Seriously?!? You are gonna cower behind him after he beat you?? Mia, what does he have on you?" Scott voice made me feel about two inches tall, that is right before the small string within my brain snapped releasing the wolf caged within.

"Scott that is enough!!" I growled out. "Stiles didn't hit me, I was raped by a psychopathic werewolf!!!"

As the words left my mouth, tears started rolling down my cheeks. After all the nights I had cried myself to sleep, the fact that my body still had tears left to cry amazed me.

"What?" Scott breathed out, a look of pure horror etched into his features. "You heard me!" I screamed back at him. He tried to say more, but I had released the dam and there was no stopping it now.

"You only saw what you wanted to see this morning! You jumped to conclusions without even asking me what happened. You just ran off intent on killing a man who had been nothing but a 100% gentleman with me!! He isn't the one that stole my choice, and he would never hurt me like that!!!"

Scott simply stared at me his mouth gaping open. As I painted trying to catch my breath and calm down I noticed Stiles inching closer to me, his eyes glowing their Alpha red.

"Mia, you need to calm down honey." He said to me with the tone you would use with a frightened animal or child. Yet I could discern the veiled command from Stiles' inner Alpha. Growling I took another step backwards pushing myself farther into a corner.

Turning my back to the two boys still staring at me, I tried to get control over my heart rate and breathing. Letting my mind wander through the countless happy memories I had with each of them, I saw glimpses of the life that Scott, Stiles, and I had shared first as friends then as our relationships developed into a deeper connection that none of us could explain or break. We were a family in every sense of the word and beyond that they were my anchor.

About two minutes after I had turned my back to them, I felt the icy sensation retreat from my eyes as the returned to their natural royal blue hue. Once I knew I was stable enough, I turned back around and found myself immediately enveloped in a pair of strong arms.

As if instinctually, my body tensed before the familiar scent of oak and honey that belongs to my brother hit my nose allowing me to relax. Wrapping my arms around his waist, I return Scott's hug. With his face buried in my hair he said, "I am so sorry Mia. I shouldn't have jumped to conclusions... but if you are okay with it can I ask you a question?"

Pulling away from the hug, I simply nodded my head in response, prompting him to ask his question.

"Earlier when you described you attacked you... did you say werewolf?"

Oh shit...