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Lydia looked over her reflection in the girls' locker room mirror before turning her gaze down to the faucet. Turning on the water she washed her hands, idly looking in the mirror for a moment. When she was done she shut the faucet off, flinging her hands towards the sink to rid them of excess moisture. When she looked back up into the mirror she gasped, jumping back at the startle of the image not being her own. Instead she saw a woman with fluffy blonde hair looking back at her. The woman turned to walk away and Lydia closed her eyes and shook her head. When she opened them her own face was back again, and she frowned in confusion. Leaning in to look at it closer she slowly raised a hand to touch the mirror. The surface rippled like water when her fingers made contact, then she was suddenly sucked in.
Lydia stumbled to stay upright as she now found herself on a street, seeing the blonde woman walk away as she took in her surroundings. She started to walk down the street, eventually getting into a jog as she tried to follow the woman. "Hello?" Her call was unheaded as the woman headed into the gathering of people for what a banner called 'Canaan Day'. "Wait!" The woman disappeared in the crowds and Lydia was forced to stop. She looked around more as a radio blasted Hungry Like the Wolf by Duran Duran. People laughed and talked as some sat at benches and tables, some getting food from a nearby barbeque. She was drawn to a carousel, spinning slowly as children sat on the painted horses. Things seemed to slow as an unoccupied black horse came into view, a red blood-like looking stain on it's mane and snout.
The music stopped, the carousel stopped, the joy stopped. Clouds overtook the sky as a man ran out of his house, running from an invisible threat and making it to the street before exploding into green smoke. Screams erupted from the other civilians as they began to run, some disappearing as well, some children. Lydia spotted the blonde woman again who was looking around in confusion and horror. A girl who looked about 12 ran to the woman, clinging to her in fear as she watched the chaos. A man on a skate board vanished next, a woman who had fallen to the ground, a young girl in her front yard. One by one people disappeared in the green smoke until it was just the woman and the girl.
Lighting flashed in the sky as the woman squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head. "It's not real!" The girl buried her face in the woman's shirt as the woman continued to yell, trying to convince them both that what was happening was in fact not. "Not real! It's not real! It's not..." The woman sobbed as she clutched her head. Lydia jogged over to their side, the girl peered up at her with familiar eyes. Lydia put a hand on the woman's shoulder and she snapped her head over to her. The woman's image flickered between an older image of herself and her face now. Lydia screamed.
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While Lydia and Malia were at the school library trying to find Canaan, Y/n and Scott were at the Sheriff's station to talk to Noah. After hearing Stiles' voice some of their memories had come back, not many, but enough to know for sure that Stiles was indeed related to Noah. "All right." Noah started as he closed his office door and made his way to stand behind his desk, turning to face the teens. "You heard a voice coming through the radio, and now you're convinced that it's the voice of-"
"Your son, Stiles." Y/n answered.
"Uh-huh. And maybe it's just a random signal cross?"
"Bullshit. He knew things a 'random signal cross' wouldn't have known."
Scott reached into Y/n's bag and pulled out Stiles' keys, slamming them onto a notepad on the desk. "Peter gave us the keys to the Jeep, and it started right up. Claudia's Jeep."
"Oh, wait a minute, so, now I'm supposed to trust Peter Hale?" Noah asked, incredulous.
"We're asking you to trust us." Y/n corrected.
"I heard Stiles on that radio, I'm sure of it. I mean, if you had heard it too-"
"Well, I didn't." Noah cut Scott off.
"Yeah. But if you had-"
"Enough, Scott! Enough." Scott looked at Noah in surprise of his outburst. Noah pushed the keys back to the teens.
Y/n shook her head, hand slamming down on the keys and picking them up with a clatter. "You can't just ignore this until it goes away, Sheriff." She said before she and Scott left, knowing there was no talking to him at the moment.
Malia had found where Canaan was supposed to be on a map that was 30-years-old, although she hadn't been able to reach anyone with the numbers she had found. Scott told Liam where they were going and gave him the go ahead to try a plan that involved catching a ghost rider as long as it didn't destroy his house. Gathering in Malia's car, the four took the couple hour drive to Canaan, hoping they'd find some answers in this mysterious town Stiles told them to find.
Scott had eventually fallen asleep on the way, leaning against Y/n in the backseat. Once they arrived Y/n gently shook his shoulder to wake him up. Scott blinked sleepily, finding all three girls looking at him and realizing they had stopped. "Where are we?" He asked.
"According to the GPS, this is it." Malia answered. Scott sat up and looked out of the windows in confusion. The four climbed out of the car and moved to stand in the middle of the leaf-covered streets. Old cars were left abandoned in driveways and on the sides of the road, store fronts were long faded and dingy, buildings were worn down and some in need of repair.
"This is it. Canaan's a ghost town." Lydia said.
They began to walk down the road, looking for any signs of life, but there was nothing. "I don't hear a single heartbeat." Scott lightly shook his head.
"I'm not catching any scents." Malia added.
Y/n slowly turned in a circle as she continued walking, her eyes shining for a moment as she reached out again with her magic. "I don't really feel any traces of energy. Nothing recent, at least. But there's this... Grief. It's seeped into everything." She frowned as she hugged herself, trying to keep it from creeping into herself any further.
"I wonder why Stiles would send us here." Scott wondered. Just then a street lamp flickered. They all glanced at each other before continuing down the road.
Eventually they came upon the remains of a small street party, strings of colored flags now dangling from light poles instead of flying happily. "This is the place I saw in the mirror." Lydia informed as she looked up at a large, tattered banner still hung above the road, the word 'Canaan' barely able to be made out.
Scott and Malia had drifted over to the picnic tables, looking over the objects that had been left behind. Scott picked up an old brick mobile phone that was practically as big as his forearm. Scott put it down in favor of a yellowed newspaper, reading the date of April, 8, 1987. Malia had found an old receipt with the same printed date on it. Metal creaked and their attention was drawn to a carousel overgrown with vines. Lydia and Y/n had made their way over to it as Scott and Malia approached it as well. Scott stared at the red-stained black horse, brows furrowing as he made to step up and examine it closer. The carousel suddenly turned on making him jump back in fright.
"There's someone here." The three looked to Y/n at her sudden claim, her eyes followed the rides' movement as she finally felt a shift of newer energy. The four decided to split up, trying to cover more ground to find anything, or anyone, useful. Although what they found instead was not what they expected.
Y/n had found her way in a fairly large backyard that would have been very spacious thirty years ago, but now it was long overgrown and had sprouted a few new trees. Y/n rested a hand on the largest of them, letting her fingers trail over the bark as she moved around it. She jumped when someone grabbed her shoulders, turning her to look at them. Y/n was confused when she saw her mother's frantic expression in front of her. "Mom? What are you doing here?"
"They're coming." M/n spoke urgently.
For some reason those words made Y/n's breath stop short even though she didn't know what she was talking about. "Who's coming?"
"Y/n. I need you to listen to me carefully, okay?" M/n ignored her question, or maybe she didn't hear it. "I want you to run. I want you to run and don't stop."
"What are you talking about? Run from what?"
"I love you. I love you so much. Please, run."
Y/n's eyes began to water, fear starting to creep into her limbs. "No, Mama. Please, don't leave me." She lightly sobbed.
"Go." Y/n shook her head and M/n gave her a push to get her moving. "Run! Just run!" The center of M/n's shirt began to smolder, eventually blooming into a fire that steadily began to grow. Y/n whimpered in fear, stumbling back and landing on her butt with a thump and a grunt. She scrambled away as the fire covered M/n completely, now spreading along the ground and dry foliage, the woman hardly able to be seen in the inferno, but her screams were crystal clear. Y/n squeezed her eyes shut and clamped her hands over her ears, crying as she tried to block out the awful scene.
"Y/n!" Her head shot up when she felt hands on her arms, finding Lydia kneeling in front of her with a worried expression.
"Lydia?" Y/n let Lydia lower her hands as the witch looked up to her friend.
"It's okay. It's okay." The girl soothed.
Y/n glanced behind Lydia, not seeing any signs of her mother or a fire. "I- I don't... My mom was- she was burning. The fire... Where..."
"It's alright. Your mom isn't here and there's no fire. It was just a hallucination."
Y/n's brows furrowed as a little voice in the back of her head told her that wasn't totally true. "It didn't feel like a hallucination." Y/n quietly admitted. "It... It felt like a memory."
Lydia frowned at the quiet confession, but there was no time to analyze what that could mean. They needed to find the others and get out. She gently urged Y/n to stand, helping her brush off the dirt as they went around to find their friends. They found Malia after she had jumped up from the ground, breath stuttering with teary eyes. After making sure she was alright the girls then went around looking for Scott. They spotted him as he rushed out of a house, looking for someone and seemingly finding them. "Mom?" They heard him say as he stared at empty air.
Lydia put her hand on his shoulder and he whipped around with a gasp, finding Lydia, Y/n, and Malia behind him. "It's okay," Lydia assured, "your mom's not here." Scott glanced back to where he saw her, but she was gone.
"I saw her." He panted. "And her head... Looked like somebody took a bite out of her skull."
"It wasn't real."
"Yeah, but it felt real."
"The energy here, it's causing hallucinations. We can't stay here." Lydia walked passed Scott, leading the way to leave the town.
"We can't leave." Scott denied.
"We haven't figured out why Stiles sent us here." Y/n agreed.
"Who are we going to ask? There's no one here." Lydia pointed out.
"We can ask him." As they stopped on the sidewalk Malia pointed to a little blonde boy in a pale blue shirt and baggy jean shorts who was standing across the road with his back to them.
"Hey!" Scott called. The boy looked back at them startled before he took off down the road.
"What do we do?" Lydia asked.
"Go after him!" They began to run down the road as well, trying to catch up to the boy. They unfortunately lost sight of him and had to go back to walking as they looked around for any sign of him. They started to pass a house on the left when they saw one of the curtains shift. Scott glanced at the girls before he headed forward towards the door. Trying the handle he found it was unlocked so he slowly opened the door, cautiously stepping into the quaint living room covered in dust. He looked back to the girls as they followed him in.
Lydia knocked on the door as she entered the house. "Hello?" The four looked around the room, searching for clues or any signs of life. "Anybody here?" Her eyes trailed back towards the dining area, jumping slightly when she saw an older woman standing in front of the kitchen doorway.
"Visitors." The woman lightly gasped with a large smile. "I can't believe we have visitors." She beamed as she walked closer. "Oh, Caleb will be so happy to see you. It's been such a long time since he's had anyone to play with." Her eyes flitted over each teen, but they widened slightly when she spotted Y/n. "Oh, it's you!"
Y/n hesitantly glanced at her friends, who seemed just as puzzled. "I'm sorry, do I know you?"
"Don't be silly, M/n. It's me, Lenore. You recognize me, don't you?"
Y/n was slightly taken aback by her mother's name. She had never mentioned Canaan before, or anyone named Lenore. But she could tell by the way this woman was acting her mind wasn't totally clear, and Y/n got the feeling there was something... Other, about her. She figured she should play along for now. Y/n managed a smile for the woman as she nodded. "Of course, right! I'm sorry, Lenore."
Lenore waved off the apology as she took Y/n's hand. "It's alright. I almost didn't recognize you for a moment. You've gotten so big, but I'd never mistake those eyes. Caleb was so sad when you left, but he'll be so excited now that you're back. Oh, you must be thirsty." She realized, lightly swallowing against her own dry mouth. "Come on in and have a seat while I get you something to drink." She gently urged, leading Y/n to the dining table and making sure she was seated comfortably before disappearing into the kitchen.
The other three quickly joined Y/n, Malia frowning towards the kitchen. "Seriously? What is with her?" She asked in a whisper.
"She's the woman I saw in the mirror." Lydia said.
"What about the girl?" Y/n asked. "You said you saw a young girl, right?"
"Only for a moment. I didn't get a good look at her. Although her eyes..." Lydia trailed off for a moment as she tried to remember. "Her eyes looked familiar."
Lenore came back a moment later carrying a tray ladden with five glasses filled with a yellow-ish liquid. "This was my mother's lemonade recipe. At least as much as I can remember." She chuckled as she set the tray on the table and sat in the last empty seat. The four teens each picked up a cup. "We always served this when we had friends to visit. It was always your favorite, remember?" She directed the last part to Y/n who smiled politely and nodded. Scott, Lydia, and Y/n gazed warily at the strange color of the lemonade and the suspicious green bits floating on the surface, while Malia chugged her drink without a care in the world.
"We didn't come to visit." Malia said as she set down her almost empty cup. "We're looking for someone."
"A friend of ours. Maybe you've seen him." Scott asked hopefully.
"His name is Stiles." Y/n added.
"It's been a while since anyone came through Canaan." Lenore denied.
"How long?" Lydia wondered.
Malia dug into her pocket as Lenore tried to think, and set the receipt she found on the table. "Since April 8th, 1987?"
Lenore's smile faded, her eyes becoming a little colder as she looked at Malia. "Why would you disturb those things? They don't belong to you."
"We need to know what happened." Scott urged.
"There was a picnic. A community party."
"It seems like everyone left in a hurry." Malia commented.
"People have been leaving Canaan for a long time. That's the day the last of them left."
"All at once?" Scott seemed confused. "They all just disappeared?"
"Scott, stop." Y/n quietly warned, feeling a shift in the air, a change in Lenore's mood.
"I didn't say they disappeared. I said they left." The table lightly shook at Lenore's words.
"Did they leave in a cloud of green smoke?" Malia probed further.
"Guys-" Y/n's words were cut off as Lenore jumped from her seat and slammed her hands on the table.
"They just left!" Her shout shook the house and echoed in the teen's ears, disorienting them for a moment.
"We didn't mean to upset you." Lydia spoke calmly, trying to sooth the woman. "We'll go now." She tilted her head at her friends, silently telling them that they needed to go. They all quickly got to their feet, still trying to shake the slight dizziness from their heads as they went to the open door. It suddenly slammed shut before any of them could reach it.
"You're not leaving again." They turned to Lenore standing in the entrance of the living room, looking at Y/n before she looked at each of them. "No one is leaving. No one is leaving Canaan ever again."
Scott tried the door, pulling, pushing, turning, throwing his shoulder against it, everything. But none of it worked, the door remained sealed shut. "Scott, open the door, you're a werewolf." Malia scolded.
"I'm trying." He insisted.
Malia huffed and went over to the window, pushing aside the curtains and punching the glass. Nothing happened when her fist made contact, nor the next two times she tried. "What the hell is wrong with this place?" Malia moved to stand near Scott, staying close to her pack.
Y/n's eyes glowed as she pressed a hand to the door, only to flinch away when a scream echoed in her mind. It seemed the house had been psychically reinforced by Lenore in her attempt to keep them in Canaan. Lydia glanced at Y/n when she heard her hiss in pain, Y/n held a hand to her head as she grimaced, eyes closed as Scott reached out to steady her when she lightly swayed on her feet. "Lenore?" Lydia gently called as she looked at the woman. "Could you unlock the door, please?"
"Now that you're here, you need to stay. Caleb likes you."
"And we like him." Lydia promised as she walked to Lenore, moving around the woman and standing in the dining room to keep her attention. "But we need to help our town. People are disappearing- leaving, I mean leaving." She quickly corrected her mistake. "You could really help us."
"No one can help you. If they want to leave, they're going to leave. They'll go, and they'll go, and there won't be anything you can do about it."
Y/n's head snapped to the side when she felt someone grab her hand, finding the blonde boy, Caleb, looking up at her. "Come with me." Lenore's own voice echoed underneath Caleb's. He turned and began to walk down a hall, pulling Y/n along behind him as she looked to her friends over her shoulder.
Lydia tilted her head in Y/n's direction when Scott glanced at her, telling them to stay with Y/n. "Go." She quietly urged.
Scott and Malia did as told, going down the halls and finding Caleb's room. The door opened with a creak and the two paused at the top of the short set of steps when they saw Caleb and Y/n standing in the middle of the water-logged carpet. Their shoes splashed against the water as they stepped down. Malia carefully pulled Y/n closer to her as Scott looked around, going to the high up window he spotted. He tried the latch, but when it wouldn't budge he turned to the boy. "Caleb, can you help us find a way out of here?"
Without answering Caleb turned and kneeled in front of a small, box TV, picking up a VHS tape and sliding it into the player. A home video came up on the screen, Caleb running around a yard happily, blowing bubbles at the camera, and laughing. "You have to stay because Mommy said so."
"No, we can't stay. We have to go home."
"This is home." The door slammed shut.
Y/n lightly groaned, pressing her hands to her head as she sat heavily on the steps. "Y/n?" Scott stepped over to her, putting a hand on her shoulder as he crouched to look at her.
"She's so loud." Y/n muttered, eyes closed as she tries to stop the cries bouncing around in her head, preventing her from thinking clearly.
"Scott. Come here for a sec." Malia called. He stood up and moved over to Malia as she spoke quietly to him. "Look at the date." She gestured to the TV. In the corner was a white time stamp. Aug. 12 1985. "Uh, Caleb? Do you know what year you were born?"
Caleb stood up and turned to the teens. His hair was now wet, water dripping down his face and off of his hair onto his clothes. "1976." Water dribbled from his blue lips.
"And when did you die?" Scott asked, now understanding what was going on.
"Why didn't you leave too?" Lydia asked Lenore as they stood in the living room.
"What is that supposed to mean? Is that an accusation? Are you accusing me of something?"
"How come you're the only one left? Did you hide? Did you fight them?" Lydia questioned as she moved closer to the woman.
"Fight who? Who are you talking about?"
"They're called the ghost riders. They took everyone from Canaan. Why did they leave you?"
"I don't know! They took everyone. But they didn't take ME!" Lenore threw her arms up as she screamed, the shockwave sending Lydia flipping over a lounge chair.
Lydia pushed herself up onto her hands, eyes boring into Lenore with a better understanding of what they were dealing with. "You're a banshee."
Y/n had pitched forward with a shout, falling onto her knees with a splash as she clutched her ears. Scott and Malia hurried over to her, helping her stand and moving to prop her on a small, round table. Pouring water caught their attention, and they turned to find Caleb had moved to stand on the steps, blocking their path. Water flowed down the stairs and down the drawing-covered walls. "Am I having another hallucination?" Malia asked Scott.
"If you are, I'm having the same one." They looked up as they heard a banshee's scream, Y/n cried out in pain again.
Y/n forced herself to her feet, pushing against Lenore's screams in her head when she heard her best friend's own. "We need to leave." Y/n grit out, swaying slightly as she moved towards Caleb and the door. As soon as her foot made contact with the first step she suddenly doubled over with a strangled gasp.
"Y/n!" Malia and Scott caught her as she stumbled backwards and dropped to her knees. Y/n held her throat as she coughed and choked against the water that suddenly flooded her lungs and spilled out of her mouth.
"You can't leave. You're my favorite." Caleb said, eyes set on the witch.
Malia glared at Caleb before she looked at Scott. "I know you're not gonna beat an eight-year-old's ass, but I will." She stood and lunged for the boy, but before she could even touch him she doubled over like Y/n had, water now invading her own airways.
"You don't look so good." Caleb looked down at the choking werecoyote. "Maybe you should sit down."
"It's not my fault they didn't take me." Lenore said as Lydia stood.
"I know why they didn't." Lydia moved to stand in front of the woman again.
"You think I helped them because they brought back my dead son." Lenore's lip trembled.
"What did you say?" Lenore's face screwed up in anger as she reared back. Anticipating the scream Lydia did one of her own, the wails of the banshees battling against one another. Lydia was suddenly thrown back into her vision. Red-stained black horse. Clouds overtook the sky. A man ran out of his house as lightning flashed, a rider appearing on foot behind him as he pulled out his gun and shot the man. Screams erupted from the other civilians as they began to run. Lenore looked around in confusion and horror as riders on foot and on horses went around shooting people, making them vanish in green smoke. The 12-year-old M/n ran to Lenore, clinging to her in fear as she watched the chaos. A rider on horseback chased a man on a skate board, shooting him and then a young girl in her front yard. One by one people were taken until it was just the woman and the girl.
Lighting struck the ground around Lenore and M/n, riders appearing and circling them. Lenore clutched her head after they left, not seeming to notice the girl still holding onto her. Lydia jogged over to their side, M/n looking up at her with familiar eyes that glowed violet. Lydia put a hand on Lenore's shoulder and she snapped her head over to her. Lydia clutched her head as Lenore's grief overwhelmed them and the banshees screamed, the sound echoing and permeating over the entire town.
Lydia and Lenore breathed heavily, looking up at each other as they came back out of the vision. "You didn't know what was happening, did you?" Lydia realized. "You only saw them at the very end."
"They were all around me but they didn't take me." Lenore whimpered.
"It's because you're a banshee. Like me."
Lenore walked over to stand in front of the mirror by the door, using her hand to wipe off the layer of dust on the surface. She took in her older features, finally seeing herself for the first time in forever. "How long has it been?"
"Almost 30 years."
"The girl. The one who looks like M/n."
"It's her daughter. Her name is Y/n."
"Y/n, Malia, breathe, you have to breath." Scott kneeled with the sisters as they choked, Caleb having moved back to stand in front of the TV as he watched them suffer. "Lydia!" Scott yelled, trying to go to the door to get the girl's help before he also began to choke on water. "What are you doing to us?" Scott wheezed.
"You're drowning. Just like me." Caleb answered. "Now we can be friends forever."
Lydia stood behind Lenore, the two looking at each other through the mirror. "You and Y/n. You won't be taken. You'll both be safe."
"We don't want to be safe. We want to save our town." Lydia put a hand on Lenore's shoulder, letting it fall lightly as the woman turned to face her. "Don't let us be the only ones left behind. We don't have a Caleb."
"Go." Lenore raised a hand, the front door opening on her command.
Y/n, Malia, and Scott gasped as the water vanished from their lungs, now able to breathe freely. "Are you guys okay?" Y/n asked as she looked to her friends.
"I'm fine." Scott assured. "Are you guys okay?"
"I'm fine." Y/n panted as Malia nodded.
Caleb had returned to his kneeling position, eyes glued to his image on the TV screen. "Mommy says you can go now." The door swung open. The three teens held onto each other as they pushed themselves to their feet and hurried out of the little room.
They rushed outside where Lydia was waiting for them. "Let's get out of here." Scott declared.
"Yeah." Lydia nodded.
"Yeah, absolutely." Malia agreed as she and Scott stepped onto the sidewalk.
Lydia hesitated as she looked back out the house, Y/n stopping beside her and looking back as well as Lenore and Caleb stepped outside. "You know, you can still come with us." Lydia offered.
"I couldn't leave Caleb." Lenore politely denied.
"Lenore, he's a phantom." Y/n gently spoke. "He's not really... Living anymore."
Lenore looked down at the boy who smiled up at her. She smiled back before looking to the teens. "I couldn't leave Caleb." She repeated, but this time Y/n understood what she meant. Y/n gave her a little smile before she nods.
"Come on." Y/n touched Lydia's arm, coaxing her forward as she was still a little reluctant to leave. The four teens walked away, leaving the mother and son behind. Lenore held her hand out to Caleb, the boy taking it as they turned and went back inside their home.
Night quickly fell as the group drove home, the ride having been mostly in silence as they thought over what they had experienced. Scott had been staring out the window before he finally vocalized his thoughts. "You guys think Stiles sent us here to warn us? Maybe Beacon Hills is gonna be the next ghost town."
"If we don't stop it, yes." Malia said. "We need to get them to leave. Now."
"We can't yet." Y/n denied, lightly rubbing at her temple as the remnants of Lenore's influence drained away.
"She's right." Lydia agreed.
Scott gave them a questioning look. "Why can't we get rid of them?"
"Because I saw what happens to the people they've taken when they leave."
"Do they all die?" Malia asked.
"No. It's something worse than death. I felt it in Lenore's memory. It's like their souls hollowed out. They became something else."
"They became ghost riders." Y/n said, remembering snippets she read from her grimoire that suggested such a thing, and what the riders had said to her on the lacrosse field. Take the witch and be free of the hunt. Resist and you hunt with us forever.
"And then, they were gone." Lydia finished. Scott clenched his jaw as he realized how much higher the stakes were than he previously thought.
They stayed in silence the rest of the way to Scott's house. The Alpha was the first one to head inside, anxious to check on the younger pack members and see how they were. The girls were a little slower as Malia noticed Lydia seemed a bit distracted. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." Malia glared suspiciously, and eventually her accusing gaze made Lydia cave. "Okay, I was thinking about Lenore. There's myths about the Wild Hunt and the Morrigan. They left Lenore and the girl behind."
"I thought Lenore was a banshee?"
"The Morrigan was a banshee. Or at least one of her forms was." Y/n answered.
"One of her forms?"
"The Moriggan is the triple goddess, meaning she had three forms representing all different points of life and power. Banshees are one of the forms, witches are another."
"The point is, when the Wild Hunt moves on from Beacon Hills we'll be like Lenore and the girl. Left behind. Alone."
"Well, where's the girl now?" Malia wondered. "The only person we found was Lenore."
"She's here in Beacon Hills. The girl is M/n. Your mother." Lydia looked to Y/n.
Scott walked into his house, pausing when he saw Liam, Hayden, and a surprisingly alive Theo standing in his kitchen. Liam and Hayden looked at Scott in surprise, Theo turning to find the Alpha breathing heavier with clenched fists. "Somehow I don't think we're gonna hug this out." Theo commented.
"I hope you realize it's taking all of my strength not to tear you in half right now."
Malia and Y/n came in from the kitchen door, the coyote instantly growling while the witch glared. "What the hell is he doing out of the ground?" Y/n demanded.
"Hey, Malia. You aren't still upset about the whole shooting thing, are you?" Malia's eyes glowed as she roared, fangs bared being the answer to his question.
Yes, she was still very much upset.
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Published: 4/12/23