Wolf (#10)

"Slow down, Erish!"

"Owenia, you're too slow, let's go! We promised we would visit him and he sent us a letter."

"He did? When?"

"Oh this morning, he told us to come to the Material Plane and go to a city named Beacon Hills on California wherever that is."

"Love, he just told us his location so we teleport there. I'm a Witch, remember?"

A pair of two completely distinct and different women were holding hands while walking through a long green field of tall grass, the blue cloudless sky made this place a incredibly calm and beautiful place. There were trees on the horizon as well, the short young woman had green hair and pointy ears, she also had a pair of transparent shining glass-like wings that resembled a dragonfly, she was Erish, the Green Faery of the Spring Court and beside her was her wife, Owenia, a tall humanoid woman with long silver hair that resembled a sharp knife, her eyes were a dark shade of red while her clothes were pure white. This was a Owenia, a Banshee in her true form, her hands had thin fingers with black claws, her skin was pale white and her hair moved with an invisible wind. Holding hands they looked like they were too different to be a couple, but they have been together for 50 humans years.

"Then can we go now?" Erish jumped excitedly, he winhs fluttering with her excited movements to see their old friend. You see, although Stiled has never been to the Feywild, he had been to another world where creatures of the Feywild lived alongside humans, in the same world. You know the theory of the multiverse? Exactly, Stiles could go through the thick barrier that kept multiverses from impacting against each other and being destroyed by the sheer chaos it would cause. The Feywild, alongside the Shadowfell, are two of the Planes of Existence that can grant you access to the Multiverse, them being the Deep Ethereal, The Void, The Order, Astral Plane, and the Outer Lands, the plane of true Neutrality that is ruled over by the Lady of Pain... And luckily for Stiles as an Ablaze Spark, he has access to all of them except The Order, because it went against his connection with The Void that has been rooted on his very soul.

"Erish, dear, love of my life, bubble of joy and happiness of the Spring Court, did you pack your things at least?"

"Oops-"

"Knew it."

The funny thing about how they met Stiles was when Erish was captured by humans and Owenia went to rescue her, but in the end she screamed and fell into a depressive state thinking she had screamed for her beloved only to have a bubbly Green Faery hugging her whilw crying her eyes out while a human watched, she felt danger from him and wanted to scream at him, but Erish kissed her to keep her silent, which made the man rise an eyebrow and smile fondly at them before turning to look away respectfully. And how Faes don't like to be in dept, she insisted to pay it for him, which he refused to accept, only wishing to become their friends instead because they seemed to be interesting enough... Owenia was a little hesitant since he had an aura completely full of death, which made her scared, she couldn't help but wonder how such young boy could have such an aura- Oh, forgot to mention, they met Stiles when he was only 10 years old.

Yep, he managed to enter another world of the Multiverse at the tender age of 10.

"So you're telling me we should expand our influence across the supernatural world?" Thalia asked the serious looking Stiles, who wasn't even looking at her, but was staring deeply at Deaton, who looked scared and was sweating a lot. Stiles had come here to meet her to what he called a "important talk" before he proposed her to expand their influence further through the supernatural and natural world, making themselves a powerful family in the supernatural while doing the same in the natural world as well. But before she could say anything else, Stiles said: "So it was you.", His eyes were completely black as he stared at Deaton, who was sweating profusely, hia eyes darting between Stiles and Thalia anxiously, Thalia couldn't smell him nor hear his heart beat, but he was clearly nervous due to how his posture changed. "It was your fault my Derek had to cope with the remnants of dark magic in his body, destroying him slowly, causing him endless pain and suffering!?" Stiles continued, his hand glowed a deep shade of red while red chains wrapped around Deaton's body, locking him in place.

"Stiles, do i need to remind you that another pack's Emissary is a War declaration?" Thalia's eyes flashed red as Stiles said with anger: "Oh, Thalia, wouldn't you like to know why your little Druid has been doing behind your back?" This stopped Thalia's moving hand, who was going to press the button under her desk to lock all doors of the Hale Pack House, she looked at Stiles' angry expression and said through gritted teeth, a part of her wanted to trust Deaton, but the other part was thinking that maybe Stiles knew something she didn't, which made her anxious: "Elaborate." Deaton wanted to say something, but one look from Stiles made him silent, Stiles took a deep breath to calm himself down a little as he said: "When i came here, to the pack, I saw how Derek's injuries hadn't been properly cleaned, they kept hurting him, the dark magic destroying his body and making him weaker each passing day, so i removed the dark magic and it super simple... Which made me think about the residue magic inside him, feeding the dark magic, keeping it as strong as it first was."

"What do you mean by that, Stiles?" Asked Thalia, she was calm now, he heartbeat slowly returning the steady and firm beating. "Well, you see, dark magic residue slowly goes away, is naturally cleansed and get weaker and wealer as the days goes by, but those? Those were strong, as if Derek had been his by black lightning the very first day we met, but no, he wasn't... Now imagine how pissed i was knowing that my Mate, my Derek had been suffering from such trivial things that can be slowly cleansed and treated even by a non-magic user by simply treating the wounds with holy water! Just think how much more pissed i was when i found the residue magic inside Derek that kept feeding the dark magic, keeping it there, always hurting him and making him weaker..." Tears were running down Stiles face, he blocked these feelings from being felt by Derek and Isaac, who were out for a run. Today Isaac was presented to Thalia, who eas happy to see her son's first Beta

"How long would he last? How long would you take him to this- this man, this thing, this abomination, this disgusting creature kept feeding the dark magic with his own magic, seeking weaken my Derek!" Stiles' magic trashed out, creating visinle black tentacles of dark energy that slapped the ground angrily like a cat's tail. "How long would it take till you noticed that there was a packless wolf that works for Deaton and is slowly becoming a True Alpha? How long would it take for you to notice that your special tea, personally served by Deaton, is but a slow poison that is slowly killing you, and when i resurrected you, you threw up all the built up poison and pain as your body was reconstructed to the peak of your performance? How long would it take till you noticed that Peter has been investigating Deaton due to my request? How long would it take till you noticed that Deaton is not even a true Druid!"

Shock was seen in Thalia's face when Stiles snapped his fingers and the glamour holding Deaton's human appearance nelted away and in his place stood an ugly creature, bleeding with black blood, grey skin, bald, jagged teeth with a long fork snake-like tongue that flickered at Stiles with a hiss. "How long would it take for you to notice that your Emissary was slowly destroying your pack inside out? How long would it take for you to notice that this Darach was poisoning the Nemeaton, making a subtle but powerful connection to it, trying to gain access to the Leylines below Beacon Hills? How long, Thalia Hale, would it take for you to notice this all? Because I, an outsider, found this all in a single day. I cursed Deaton, did you think he was feeling so bad because he could see my aura? My aura is dark yes, but i suppress it most of the time! And look at my surprise, when i came here he was with a complete different curse than the one i placed on him, which was one that Darachs know how to use! Which meant he could take the curse without anybside effects, but also that he could place one on others just as he did to himself to probably make me think he didn't know he was cursed or something like that..."

Stiles laughed coldly, his black tendrils of black solidified magical aura reached out and wrapped around Deaton's body like it was a deadly Pithon, ready to break all its prey's bones to dust. "How long woild it take till he had Beacon Hills completely under his control? He is powerful, yes, but now I'm here so he can't hide. I bet he was feeding you some false information about me as well, making tou wary, cautious about me, so you would kick me and keep my away to I don't fuck up his plans... And now that i dealt with your shit, how are you, Thalia Hale, going to thank me?"

Thalia stared at Stiles and the Darach that once was Deaton in her eyes, how could she miss this!? "Thalia?" A voice interrupted her inner monologue, as she saw her brother and Left Hand Peter Hale, who had a file in hand and a smirk in his lips, he looked over at Deaton and huffed as he smirked, saying: "So Little Red was right huh, you are a stupid Darach... I wonder bow we never felt any different? I wonder how you cam use Druid magic as well." That question was thrown at Stiles, who without looking back, explained: "Darachs can take the magic out of anything alive or once alive, which means a lot of things you don't want to know. In resume, Darach took a Druid magic and has been using it as disguise themselves or some shift like that.

"Welp, i brought what you asked me to." Peter wiggled the folder as he walked towards Thalia, closing the door behind him, making sure it was locked before looking at Thalia and giving her the folder without Stiles asking him to do so, he smiled at the shocked face Thalia had, followed by the angry growl that escaped from her lips as she said: "He... HELPED FUCKING KATE ARGENT!?" The whole room stood quiet, her voice went week as she looked at the creature that helped cause great pain to her pack, that was why Derek wasn't here, because Derek would straight up kill the creature while Peter, Him, and Thalia would torture the Darach till it passed away.

Oh, this was going to be fun.