𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

I watch as Peter lines up Scott's claws with the back of Stiles' neck and my brother pauses, glancing at the man.

"So, what do we do if we find him?" Scott asks.

"You're going to have to guide him out somehow" Peter answers lining up the claws on Scott's other hand with the back of Lydia's neck "Try to give him back control of his mind, his body..."

"Could you elaborate on the 'somehow'? It's not feeling very specific at the moment" Lydia speaks up, looking nervous.

"Improvise" Peter shrugs, backing away from Scott.

"What if this is just another trick?" Scott questions.

"When are you people going to start trusting me?" Peter groans in exasperation.

"I meant him" Scott corrects, nodding at Void.

"Oh" Peter nods.

"But the answer is never, just FYI" I state, causing the man to scowl at me.

"That's just rude, Hermione Granger" He retorts.

"I feel like that's more of a compliment than an insult" I shrug.

"Scott, we're running out of time" Deaton warns him.

Scott nods and concentrates his energy on the task at hand, his eyes glowing a bright red. Just as he moves his hands to dig his claws into Lydia and Stiles' necks, Peter steps forward and grabs his shoulder.

"What?" Scott frowns at him in confusion.

"I know that Lydia offered to go in with you, but can I suggest a better option?" Peter says, glancing over at me where I'm stood next to my mom.

"No, not my sister" Scott snaps.

"She has a better connection with both you and Stiles" Peter reasons "Plus, she's stronger than Lydia"

"I said no" Scott argues.

"Will you both stop talking about me as if I'm not here?" I speak up in annoyance, causing them to look at me "I'll do it"

Lydia seems to relax, giving me a grateful look while Scott tenses up, worry written all over his face.

I take Lydia's place on the couch and the strawberry blonde smiles at me reassuringly as Scott's claws graze the back of my neck. Sensing my brother's hesitation, I look back at him and smile warmly.

"I trust you" I assure him "You can do this"

That seems to be all the encouragement Scott needs before taking a deep breath and plunging his claws into my neck.

The room around me melts away like a bad trip and I squeeze my eyes shut tightly, waiting for it all to stop.

"Nat? Natty, open your eyes" I hear my brother's voice pleading.

I peel open my eyes, firstly noticing that we're not in the living room of our house anymore and secondly realising that I'm strapped down onto a bed.

Scott and I struggle against our restraints and I let out a scream of frustration, trying to use my powers...but nothing happens.

"Scott, do something!" I shriek.

"I can't" He objects.

"What do you mean you can't? You're a werewolf, stupid" I argue with him.

"We're in Stiles' head" He counters.

"So what? Use that true alpha strength and get us out of these damn things" I demand.

Scott seems to take my words into consideration as he closes his eyes and focuses all his strength on heaving at the restraints. The leather around his wrist and shoulders both snap and I grin widely.

"Look at you go" I encourage him and he smiles at me.

He breaks the rest of his ties before getting up and freeing me from mine, helping me get up. I brush down my white dress as my black boot clad feet hit the linoleum flooring and look to my brother.

"What now?" Scott asks me.

"How am I supposed to know? I was waiting for you to tell me" I shrug at him and he rolls his eyes.

"Just stay behind me" He huffs, walking towards the door.

"Aye, aye, captain" I chirp, following him.

He pushes open the door and slips outside but before I can do the same, the door slams in my face. I grab the handle, tugging it down and slamming myself against the door in panic.

"Scotty? Scott!" I scream frantically "Scott!"

I spin around and my heart drops to my stomach when I see that the beds are gone, a worn out looking door replacing them.

Glancing back, I see that the door Scott went out of is now gone too and my only way out is the cracked wooden one in front of me.

Taking a deep breath, I take a hold of the door handle and push open the door, letting the darkness on the other side engulf me.

I enter into my dad's office in his San Francisco house to find him sitting at the table with piles of manila files in front of him, his tie slackened and a stressed out look on his face. He looks up at me and his exhausted expression turns into a horrified one, causing me to look down at myself.

My cropped white winter coat and denim skirt are splattered with wet crimson blood and my boots are caked in mud.

"What have you done, Natalia?" Dad demands in disbelief.

"I lost control" I croak out through tears.

"Natalia!" Dad's distorted voice screams as I stumble back out of his office into the hallway.

I look back to see a dark figure exit the office but it's not my dad, it's Void and he's stalking towards me menacingly. My heart drops in fear and I let a terrified scream slip past my lips, racing up the stairs and straight into my bedroom.

Slamming the door shut behind me, I press my back against the wood and let out a scared whimper as Void bangs his fists on the other side with an angry roar.

"Natalia!" A voice screams again but this time it sounds a lot like Peter Hale "Concentrate!"

I shakily take a deep breath and the banging on the door stops, allowing me to let out a relieved exhale. Turning to face the door, I pull down on the handle and slowly open the door.

Instead of being greeted with an angry Void in my father's hallway, I'm met with a blindingly white room that seems to go on for miles. As I wander into the room, my attention is immediately caught by the only thing in the room.

In the centre of the room sits Stiles Stilinski and Void playing a board game atop of the nemeton.

I feel a presence approach my side and I turn my head to see my brother who immediately yanks me into a bone crushing embrace.

"I thought I lost you" I breathe out, hugging him back.

"You're okay" Scott assures me.

"Why is he just sitting there?" I question, pulling away from him to look back at Stiles.

"Let's go find out" He replies, patting my back.

We start running in the direction of the nemeton although it seems that the more we run, the further away we get from them.

"Stiles!" I holler.

"Stiles!" Scott repeats in a louder voice.

"We're right here, dork!" I shout.

Scott and I begin sprinting once again, but just like before we get no closer to Stiles and the nemeton. I stop and grab onto my brother's arm, causing him to look at me as I take heavy breaths.

"Stiles is part of your pack" I declare.

"What? What do you mean?" Scott furrows his brows in confusion.

"He's a human...But he's still part of the pack, right?" I press.

"Yeah. Yeah, of course" Scott nods.

"So, how do wolves signal their location to the rest of the pack, Scotty?" I question with a smirk.

"They howl" Scott answers, letting out an ear piercing roar.

I watch with hope swelling in my chest as Stiles finally turns to us with a look of recognition on his face before turning to the nogitsune and swiping all of the game pieces off of the board.

My eyes snap open with a gasp and I jolt to my feet, grabbing the back of my neck with a wince as my gaze falls onto Stiles.

"Did it work? Did it work?" Scott blurts out in panic.

"What happened? Why didn't it work?" Lydia questions.

"Because it's not science, Lydia. It's supernatural" Peter scoffs, grabbing the Martin girl's arm "I did my part. Now, give me the name"

"What name?" Scott demands "What are you talking about?"

"Lydia, what is he talking about?" I ask in confusion.

Peter pulls Lydia away towards the kitchen and speaks to her in a hushed voice that I can't hear. Lydia then leans into the older man's ear and whispers something.

I'm distracted from the pair when a loud gasp sounds behind me and I spin around to see Stiles is now wide awake, choking on material that he's pulling from his mouth. The Stilinski boy drops to his knees on the ground and retches, metres upon metres of cloth pilling onto the floor in front of him.

Stiles pulls the last of it out and gasps for breath, scrambling back away from the cloth when a hand emerges from it. A figure that looks a lot like the nogitsune climbs out of the pile and Scott pushes me behind him.

The figure lunges at us and Lydia lets out a scream, grabbing onto my arm as Peter and Scott tackle him onto the sofa.

"Hold him!" Peter demands.

"I'm trying!" Scott retorts "Wait, wait, wait!"

Scott rips the cloth from the figure's face and it reveals a terrified looking Stiles.

"Scott?" Stiles croaks out.

"Scott..." Deaton speaks up.

I turn my head to see that the front door is wide open, Lydia and the other Stiles are nowhere to be seen.

"Where are they?" Scott snaps in disbelief "Where are they?!"

"Lydia!" I scream in horror.