Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

Broken Glass Pt 1

   Stiles went to sleep fast as usual, but it never came for me. My mind was too filled with images and worries about what I'd seen today and what it meant for the future that it didn't let me sleep. I was comfortable and relaxed, but my mind wouldn't shut down. I suppose the comfort had to do with cuddling with Stiles. Feeling his body rise and fall with slow, deep breaths was like a massage. It reminded me of all the times we'd had together, good and bad.

I lifted my left hand to see the promise ring still hugging my finger and I smiled. If there was any reason in the world for me to fix this town, it was for Stiles. But we had to fight a monster that we couldn't look at... It was insane. If we were going to win, we had to prepare sooner rather then later. We had to take drastic measures. We had to figure it all out now.

Slowly, I eased out of the bed so I wouldn't wake Stiles. Using my cat eyes to see, I dressed in a black tank top, jeans, and boots. It would be easy to fight in this. Before I felt the room, I grabbed my pink leather jacket since I knew the night was bound to be chilly. I heard Scott toeing down the stairs, so I grabbed a pen and paper, writing a note to Stiles.

Gone with Scott. Call me when you wake up, handsome.

I placed it on his bedside table then snuck out of my room. Scott was already at the end of the stairs and going into the kitchen when I got to the first step. With a smirk, I jumped down in front of him, landing silently on my feet. Scott nearly toppled backwards, holding his chest like he was trying to keep his heart inside.

"You scared me," he panted. He was fully dressed too, not that either of us commented on it.

"Why are you up so late?" I asked, my arms crossed.

"I've been thinking."

"Me, too."

"Are we thinking the same thing?"

"If we're thinking Deucalion, we are."

"We are."

"Okay, then." I smiled to him, dropping my arms to my side. "Let's go." Scott smirked back at me, lifting up a black helmet for me. I had failed to realize that helmet was mine. I chuckled, taking it from him. "So you just knew I was gunna come with you?"

"Yep. I didn't expect such a dramatic entrance, though." He walked towards the back door, picking up his helmet along the way.

"Gotta keep you on your toes," I joked. I locked the door behind me as Scott started his motorcycle, and I slid the helmet on my head, clipping it under my chin. Scott climbed on, his helmet already on, and I got on the back, wrapping my arms around his waist. "Ready."

He toed the bike out of the backyard and towards the street, then finally, he kicked off and we were zooming down the road. The address Deucalion said he was going to be was a little far away and out of touch with the world, but I figured it would be fine. We were heading out a little early, but we could use the time to practice. Although, I wasn't even sure what we should be practicing. Nothing we knew would work in this fight. We had to relearn everything, and that would be hard.

I thought back to freshman year, as I'd done so much lately. Of all the paths I thought my life would take, this wasn't it. Without Stiles, I knew my life had belonged to Scott and without Scott, I would never have become the Matriarch. Without Liam, I never would've forgiven myself for Logan and without Malia, I wouldn't have learned the meaning of strength. Lydia showed me how to be myself and Sheriff and Melissa became my surrogate parents. These were the people in my life, the ones who shaped me into who I was today. Everything would be different without them.

The events of my life brought me to this moment where I alongside Scott would break Beacon Hills free of this tyrannical force. I believed this would all turn out okay. Let's hope I'm not crazy to do so.

There were stacks upon stacks of shipping containers creating a maze in the middle of nowhere. It was still dark out, but there were bright field lights cast over the center, where we eventually found ourselves. Unfortunately, we didn't see Deucalion.

"I'll call him," I said. I didn't get very far in my mission. "Damn it. No signal. Where the hell is this?"

"I don't know," Scott said. I turned, giving the place a once over. It was plain and simple, aside from the maze of containers. On the bright side, there were ladders on them, so if I got lost I could just get on top of them.

It was dead silent until a loud clang alerted us to someone standing on top of one. Deucalion was the guy, and the noise was his old walking stick banging on the metal.

"Either of you know the term for what I'm doing?" he asked.

"Echolocation," Scott answered.

"You did your homework." Deucalion sounded impressed.

"Yeah, I looked a few things up."

"And now you think you can learn in just one day what took me years to master?"

I frowned at his attitude. "Being cynical about it sure isn't going to help."

"Hm." His hum of disapproval made me smile. Pushing his buttons was always going to be fun.

"Look, we just came here for some tips on how to fight the Anuk-Ite without looking at it."

"Fighting blind is one thing," Deucalion said. "You haven't even learned to walk yet. An Orientation and Mobility specialist has to practice blindfolded with a white cane for at least 120 hours before becoming certified." Scott and I glanced at each other, both thinking the same thing: We didn't have that long, and this was going to be impossible. "I can't teach you to walk and fight in less than 24."

"Look, we know the odds are bad. But Gerard's got an army. There's a creature that can scare ordinary people into becoming killers," Scott said.

"The creature now capable with killing you with just one look. You saw them, didn't you?"

"We saw people turned to stone," I answered.

"So why aren't all of you running for your lives?"

I made a face at his question. It was rather stupid. "Because we don't run."

Deucalion, who seemed to have gotten the answer he was looking for, smiled down at us. "Now that sounds like a Matriarch. Let's get started." He jumped down from container to container until he was arrogantly sauntering in front of us. "Unfortunately, there's one crucial difference to teaching you to fight blind."

"We're not really blind," Scott said.

"Correct, and why, Y/N, does that matter?" His eyes turned to me, making me feel like I had just been called on by the teacher to answer a question I hadn't raised my hand for.

I shrugged my arms with a small scoff. "Because we'll open our eyes on instinct if we get scared or...hear a loud noise."

"Right. They open wide to take in more light, send more data to the brain so you can better handle whatever lies in front of you."

"So this will be hard, but not impossible," I gathered.

"What's next?" Scott asked. I was as eager as he was to start training. We probably wouldn't admit it to anyone else, but we both enjoyed the training. Always have. It was a way to practice fighting and let off some steam.

Deucalion threw his stick to the side and pulled out two back blindfolds from his back pocket. "In schools for the blind, it's called 'sleep-shade training'. We'll use regular blindfolds. And we'll start with echolocation. Then I'll show you how to use thermoception. And then equilibrioception, and proprioception. Go ahead." I knew those terms. It meant sound, heat, balance, and pressure. I hoped I would be good at it.