Metanoia

Prologue

The new big bad of the week was some witch bitch. The McCall-Hale pack was currently following her scent through the woods to an abandon building. 

*Stiles*

Why does the big bad have to be a witch? Nothing good comes from a witch and of coarse she has to be living in an abandon building. Why do all villains think that rundown out of commission buildings make the best hideouts? Can't for once they pick like a bakery or something?

"Okay, remember we are going into get red of this witch one way or another. And make sure Danny, Allison, Lydia, Mason, and Stiles do not get hurt." Derek said. Everyone nodded and stormed inside immediately fighting the witch, however, I think we interrupted a spell or something because I all the sudden got a really bad feeling. 

"Watch Out!" I shouted as the bitch with a 'w' started chanting in Polish, which is weird because most spells were in Latin, plus I know more of what she was saying. Suddenly we were all thrown back as she disappeared. I groaned standing slowly along with everyone else.

"Is everyone okay?"-Scott

"For now."-Isaac

"Stiles?"-Derek

"She was chanting in Polish. Sounded like a de-aging spell. I could be wrong but doesn't matter, when a witch spells you, you're screwed either way." I said before everyone sighed and made their way out the door and to the pack house.