Stiles POV

"Sarah!" I yelled through the house again, not finding her anywhere. I had woken up a few minutes ago, finding that she was no where to be seen. She couldn't have left; she would have told me, right? Something must have happened.

"Sarah-" I start to yell again as I turn the corner, bumping into something. I flail my arms slightly as I jump back, sticking my hands up in a defensive manor. It takes my eyes a moment to readjust, but when they do, I see that I had bumped into Malia.

"Malia?" I say, furrowing my eyebrows. "What in the hell are you doing in my house?"

Malia's eyes are glowing blue before they turn back to normal. "I was just checking up on you."

"What?" I say, lowering my hands. "Why? Shouldn't you be at school?"

"School doesn't start for another ten minutes," she says as I relax a little, still confused as to why she was here. I mean, it was a little odd that she was just wandering my house. A normal person would have knocked on the door; but then again, I guess she isn't really a normal person...

"Have you seen Sarah?" I ask, looking back up at Malia.

She groans slightly before she scans my house. "Nope."

"Well she's missing," I say to her as she walks around me, examining the photos hanging on the wall. "She wouldn't have left without telling me."

Malia acts like she ignores my comment as she points at one of the photos. "Is that you?"

I walk up beside her, looking at the photo of myself when I was eight. Scott was in the picture as well; smiling the biggest smile he possibly could. The funny part about it was that he had a huge gap in his teeth while my hair was completely crazy. I could remember that the photo had been taken after we had went swimming, leaving our skin a bright red as well from the sun.

"Yeah," I say, remembering that day. "That's Scott too."

Malia nods. "How old were you?"

"Eight," I say, my mind drifting back to that day before I shake it away. I needed to find Sarah.

Malia watches me as I turn around, starting to walk through the house again to find Sarah. "Where are you going?"

"To look for Sarah," I say, pulling out my phone. Maybe she'll answer my calls.

Malia follows after me. "I'm sure she's fine, Stiles."

"But what if she isn't?" I say, turning and facing her. "It's not like her to just disappear like that."

Malia reaches out and takes my phone from my hands. "Stop worrying."

"But-" I start to say again before Malia leans towards me, closing her eyes. I furrow my eyebrows for a moment before I realized what she was doing. She was trying to kiss me.

I quickly jump backwards and avoid Malia as she flashes her eyes open, confused as to why I hadn't kissed her back. How could she think that was acceptable? She knows that Sarah and I are practically a thing; no way would I ever leave Sarah.

"What in the hell are you doing?" I say, my tone rising. At first I was confused, but now I was just plain angry.

Malia furrows her eyebrows. "What do you mean 'what am I doing'?"

"You can't do that," I say, shaking my head. "We aren't together, Malia."

Malia sulks a little. "Stiles-"

"Never again," I say, reaching out and taking my phone back from her. "You can't do that again, you understand?"

Malia starts to say something, but before she can answer, my phone starts to vibrate in my hands. My heart starts to race when I think that it might be Sarah, but instead it was Lydia calling me. I furrow my eyebrows before I answer the call, wondering what could be wrong this time.

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Sarah's POV

"How..." my voice drifts, trying to find the words to say. "What do you mean he's not my brother?"

My mother shakes her head as she leans forwards. "I'm a kitsune, meaning that all of my offspring will be kitsunes as well. It's just the way it works. If Stephen isn't a kitsune, then that means he's not my child."

I choke on my words. "B-But how is that possible? How is he not your son-"

"I don't know Sarah," she says, placing her hands on her forehead. "This is just as new to me as it is to you."

I close my eyes for a moment, trying to process all of this. I kept telling myself that we were wrong; that we had just overlooked Stephen. But the more I thought about it, the more convincing it was. I mean, he's never healed like I have, he's gotten sick before, and he's never had an aura around him. I was positive that he wasn't a kitsune.

But the more I repeated this new information in my head, the more real it sounded. The more distant I felt. All of those brother/sister memories we've shared, all of the arguments we've had; he's never been related by blood to me all of this time. It felt so strange.

Not only was this enough, but then there was all of the other questions dealing with it. Those questions being who his mother is, who his father is, and most importantly, who and where is my real brother? The last question haunted me the most; the fact that knowing you have a brother out there somewhere that you've never even met.

"How could you of not known?" I say, getting angry again. "How could you of not known that he wasn't your son!"

My mother looks up at me, a nasty look on her face. "I don't know Sarah. Maybe I was worried more about keeping you kids safe rather than what your supernatural status was."

I shake my head as I stare at the floor. "I'm sorry, it's just-"

"I understand," she says, her voice distant.

I run my fingers through my hair. "Who's his mother then? What about his father?"

My mother narrows her eyes. "I don't know, but I do know that your father might have something to do with this."

I hold my breath at the mention of my father. "What about him?"

"I'm not sure," she says, gulping. "This has his name written all over it."

I'm quite for a moment, my mind still spinning. "Have you...have you spoken to him?"

She nods. "Just briefly. Nothing of much importance."

"Did he um..." I say, not sure how to say what I was thinking. "Did he ask about us?"

She looks up at me and stares for a moment, looking as if she didn't want to break the news to me. I stare at her as I know what she means, causing me to look back down at the floor. Everything was a mess. My whole life was a mess.

"I need to get back," I say while standing. "Stiles must be worried sick."

My mother sighs. "I'll be here if you need me."

I don't say anything more as I grab my phone and walk out of the door, finding my way out of the apartment building. The whole way down, I couldn't stop thinking about what had just happened. First of what my mother had told me, but then what we learned about Stephen. It was too much for me.

I must have been thinking about it too much, because it wasn't until I reached the ground level that I realized I didn't have a car. I groan slightly before I pull out my phone, finding Stiles' contact name and dialing him.

"Sarah?" he says on the first ring. "Where are you? Are you alright-"

"I'm fine Stiles," I say, trying to laugh slightly. "I need you to come get me though."

"Where at? I'll be there," he says, sounding as if he was already on the way to his Jeep.

I pull my phone away from my ear before using the GPS and seeing that I was all the way across town. "I'll send you the address, okay?"

Stiles sounds almost out of breath. "Okay, but what happened? Why didn't you tell me you were leaving?"

I sigh. "I would have, but I was sort of kidnapped by my mother."

"What?" he says. "Why'd she do that?"

"Just to talk I guess," I say, my voice distant.

Stiles pauses. "What's wrong?"

I widen my eyes. "What? Nothing's wrong."

"Sarah, we are literally connected. I can tell that something is wrong," he says, his tone odd as well.

I shake my head. "I'll just tell you later, alright?"

He pauses again before answering me. "Okay. Just stay put and I'll be there soon."

I smile faintly. Thanks Stiles."

"You should be thankful. I'm not even sure that this Jeep will make it across town without breaking down. That trip to Mexico about did her out," he says, causing me to laugh. He sure knew how to put a smile on my face.

"I promise I'll pay for any expenses," I say as I laugh weakly.

Stiles licks his lips. "Good because Roscoe will be needing some more duct tape soon."

"Roscoe?" I say, laughing even harder now. "You named your Jeep that?"

"What's wrong with it?" Stiles says, scoffing slightly. "I thought it was a unique name."

I roll my eyes slightly. "Well, I'll pay for whatever duct tape Roscoe will need."

"She appreciates it," Stiles says with pride in his tone, making me laugh even more.

I shift my weight onto my left foot. "Just hurry up, alright?"

"We'll do our best," Stiles says before I hang up the phone, sending Stiles the address before shoving my phone back into my pocket. I scan my surroundings real fast when I see a bench, causing me to walk over to it and sit down.

I didn't mean for it to happen, but my head just sort of fell back as my eyes closed. A yawn escaped my mouth as my mind drifted again, buzzing with so many questions about Stephen and my real brother.

Who was my real brother? Where is he? Does he know he has a sister? What's he like? Who is Stephen's real parents? Was he switched with my real brother when he was born? Does my father know about this?

There were too many questions I desperately wanted answers to, but I knew that it would take some time before I learned the answers to them; that was if I ever did get answers to them. The more I thought about it, the more I felt the need to tell Stephen. He has a right to know, but I don't want to have to drag him into the world of the supernatural. That's the only way he'd ever understand.

I may have learned that Stephen isn't my real brother, but he's still my brother to me. Nothing will ever change that. I grew up with him and we've shared so many memories that I can't even count. Just because we aren't from the same blood doesn't mean that he means nothing to me anymore. He'll always be my brother and I'll always look after him; like he has so many times for me.

I need to tell him. I have to tell him everything, and that means starting from when I first noticed that I was different; that I was a kitsune. I need to tell him about Scott, about Kira, and even about the nogitsune. He may react badly to it, but I have to try. I think I've kept him in the dark about the supernatural for too long. Maybe it'll be better this way; for him to know what's actually going on instead of running around blind.

The only thing I didn't want to tell him about was Allison and Stiles. I don't think I'll be able to look him in the eyes and tell him that I had almost killed Allison and that I did kill Stiles. I won't be able to tell him that I had felt nothing when they had died; that I was completely numb. And most importantly, I didn't want to tell him about our-my mother coming back. It sure is going to be a lot for him to swallow.

"Sarah!" I hear someone say, causing me to flash my eyes open. I must have lost myself in my thoughts. All of my worries drift away when I see Stiles there, his head sticking out of the Jeep window.

I stand up before walking over to the Jeep, getting into the passenger seat. "Thanks so much for getting me."

Stiles stares at me as the Jeep cackles. He really did need to get a new car. "I'll always be here to get you if you ever need anything."

A warmth fills inside my chest as I look up at Stiles, smiling over the fact of how lucky I was. Not all girls get a cute and compassionate boyfriend, and none of them are like Stiles. Wait--did I just say boyfriend?

"What was it you wanted to tell me about?" Stiles says as he starts to drive down the road, the Jeep humming below us.

I take a deep breath, trying to figure out where to start with the new information I had just learned. "I'll start with the fact that Stephen isn't my brother, but that's only the beginning..."

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