Savior Stiles Stilinski book 1

Who I am

*Disclaimer* I don't own Teen Wolf. This chapeters going to be a lot shorter than others, simply because I suck at writing and ioeowndfewduiewfuiewbjfkevnuifngjtinufidsnvcjfdwpwurp9oenjdnuiefurienfiu. Continue.

When Stiles woke me up it took me a few seconds to register what was going on. When I realized where we were and why memories of today hit me like a ton of bricks. I told Stiles how to get to my old house. When we got there, it looked exactly how it did the last time I saw it, although this time there were no cars in the drive. The old house looked rather abandoned which was honestly very good. It made getting inside so much easier.

"This is where it happened," I told Stiles as I pointed to the living room. He was silent in thought. The closet door hadn't even been replaced, and there were still bloodstains on the once white carpet. I took in every detail that I could. The house still smelled of lavender. All of the couches and chairs were still here. There were places on the walls where pictures once hung that were a brighter shade of pale blue. I walked upstairs to look at my old room. Stiles followed. When I sat down on my old bed the first memory hit me.

What do you mean she isn't like us, Marie?

I mean, she's different. Can't you tell? If she was a wolf she would smell like us, even though she hasn't changed yet. Eric, I spoke to a specialist today, her name was Brendan. She told me that a child born to, two werewolves should be a wolf as well. I had her ask around and she found that Alex could be something different, something rarer than even Banshee's. We are taking Alex to see her tomorrow just so she can take a look at her. She said she won't tell us what she could be until she runs a few tests.

It was my parents talking outside my room. I couldn't have been more than 4 years old. What does this even mean? My parents couldn't have been werewolves..Wouldn't I have known about that? I mean..I don't know. Once the memory ended I saw Stiles waving a hand in front of my face.

"Alex? You okay?" He asked.

"My parents. They were werewolves, Stiles. My mom knew I wasn't like them. They took me to see a specialist, but I don't know what happened next. Not yet." I said while wiping tears from my eyes. Remembering my family has always been difficult for me. It was like I put up a wall that made their memories unable to see.

"Wait..you're parents were werewolves? Like both of them? How the hell aren't you a werewolf then? " Stiles asked.

"I don't know.," I said as I walked back into the living room. As soon as I stepped my foot into the threshold I fell to the ground. Everything went black for a few seconds then I felt it. It felt as though someone had slit my throat. I heard growling. Then it went to a few days before I was kidnapped.

"She's a guardian, Marie." A female's voice said from the other room.

"What does that mean?" Said a man's voice. I assume it was my father.

"She is a guardian of the supernatural. More a guardian of a single pack. She is rarer than a banshee. More than a Phoenix. Marie, she isn't safe. If anyone finds out what she is..." She let the sentence drone.

"What are her abilities?" My mom said.

"She will be able to heal and kill on command. She will have the senses of a wolf. She will be able to take and give memories. She will be able to regenerate as a phoenix. She will sense death like a banshee. And if she trains herself she will be able to cast something like a force field around her pack. She will know things that she didn't before." She said.

"When will her abilities kick in?" My mother asked.

"She will have to be bitten by a wolf, it doesn't have to be an alpha, even a beta, or an omega would do, but she has to have a personal connection with someone before they are bitten for her abilities to be started. She will become one of their pack members and will be bonded to them. Marie, you need to protect this child." The woman said.

"Can she die like a werewolf? Or..." my father asked.

"The only way to truly kill a Guardian is to rip their heart out."

Then I woke up. It was if I was reborn. I knew what and who I was. I understood. I told Stiles about who I was and he took a few moments to take in the information.

"So, who are you bonded too?" Stiles asked after he let the information kick in.

"Scott," I said. Even Derek knew it was Scott. He was the only person I've ever known that was bitten. I don't need more than that to be sure that I am Scott's guardian. This put weight on my chest that I had never known. Scott was my responsibility now. I had to protect him and his pack.

"So, if your Scott's guardian then...whose pack is he in?" Stiles asked as if I was going to know.

"I don't know, Stiles. I just found out who I am. I don't know whose pack Scott and I are in. I'm not sure if I want to know either, who would turn a teenage boy?" I said as we walked out of the house and back to the jeep.

"Alex...I'm sorry about what happened to your parents. Nobody deserves that.." Stiles said as he started the car.

"It's fine. I didn't even know them." I said. It sounded harsher than I meant for it to and Stiles glanced over at me. I just shrugged. It was the truth, I didn't really know how to mourn their deaths. It didn't make any sense to me. The ride back to Beacon Hills was quiet, but it was a comfortable silence. I thought about everything that had become clear to me. It was a big responsibility for a 15-year-old to have, but it's not like it's the first hard thing I have gone through and since I am probably not going to start having good luck there are probably going to be a lot more things I have to go through.

I am a Guardian of Scott McCall and I am bonded to him. It is my job to keep him and his pack safe.