(What fascinating timing this is. There was a supermoon last night 👀)

...

The ride in the Jeep was silent, Y/n and Stiles still wet despite the rain having stopped some time ago. Stiles was stewing in his thoughts while Y/n did her best to think of something, anything that would ease the pain of Scott's rejection. Yet nothing came to mind. What could you even say for a situation like this? She could see him glance in the rearview every now and again, glancing at the wrench he had tossed in the backseat, each look fueling his emotions. There was a sudden knocking sound followed by smoke from the engine. Stiles groaned out a 'no' as the Jeep started to give out and he was forced to pull over, both of them coughing from the smoke that had started to filter inside. The Jeep died and they both hopped out, coughing and trying to catch their breath from the sudden onslaught.

Stiles slammed his door shut, making Y/n startle a little as he stormed to the back to grab his wrench kit. He threw the box to the ground before he clambered to get the hood open, grabbing the tools yet again and opening them on the hood. He paused when his eyes landed on the empty space from the tool still in the backseat. This proved to be his breaking point for he grabbed the tool box and threw it down the road with a grunt, the wrenches falling and clattering onto the pavement. He went over and slammed the hood shut before he went into the back and took the bloodied wrench into his fist. He went to throw it with the others, but paused, looking down at it.

"Stiles?" Y/n gently called as she moved to stand closer to him in front of the car, but he didn't look at her. That didn't deter her from trying to help though. "I don't think Scott really knew what happened. I mean, his reaction, it just doesn't make sense." She lightly shook her head, replaying the event in her head. "It'll take some time, but we can fix whatever kind of misunderstanding happened and everything will be fine. Everything will be okay." She tried to reassure him, tried to make him feel better some how, but he was too lost in his own mind for it to work.

"How- how can you say that?" He asked, finally looking up at her with furrowed brows, expression a mix between bewliderment and slight anger. "How is any of this going to be okay? I know you're new to being human, but you can't just fix everything, Y/n!" He suddenly yelled. "You can't help everyone! You can't help Hayden, you can't help Scott, and you can't help me!" Y/n's breath hitched, taking a step back as if his words had physically hit her with thier harshness. "Everything is falling apart, just like this damn Jeep!" All of a sudden he threw the wrench as hard as he could into the windshield of the Jeep, the glass cracking into the shape of the tool as it clattered onto the hood.

Y/n flinched away from the few bits of glass that had gone flying from the impact. Stiles watched her as she looked back at the damage he caused, before finally turning her gaze to him. Her eyes were unusally vulnerable as she clenched her jaw and tried to swallow the sudden lump in her throat. "I'm sorry. I was just... Trying to help." She managed to say, but it was barely above a whisper. She avoided his gaze as she started to walk away, deciding it was probably better for her to leave him alone for a while, let him cool off. She knows he was just acting in the heat of the moment, all of those emotions finally boiling over can make even the nicest person bitter. That didn't stop it from hurting though, especially coming from him.

Stiles weakly stretched a hand out to her, a protest dying on his lips as he couldn't help but watch her walk away. Her face suddenly flashed in his mind, the hurt expression she wore finally pulling him back to the present moment, his words and actions replaying. She wasn't standing that far away from the front of the Jeep, meaning the wrench had to fly right by her in order to make contact with the vehicle behind her. His eyes widened a bit as he realized everything he just said and did, and he instantly regretted it. He didn't mean it, not a single word, not a single action. But now, as her figure is getting smaller and smaller in the night, there was nothing he can do to recitfy it.

His feet moved him over to the driver's side of the Jeep where he dropped to the ground, leaning against the tire as everything caught up to him. He was tired, lost, and feeling more alone than ever. And the worst part was, all he wanted was for her to hold him and tell him that everything would be okay.

...

"Y/n? What's wrong?" Lydia immediatly asked as soon as she saw her friend. Not really knowing where else to go, Y/n had made her way back to the Sheriff's station where she knew Lydia was still sitting with Jordan. She didn't expect Lydia to notice something was wrong right away, although she should have. Lydia was very observant, and she knew Y/n as well as she knew herself. She could always tell when something was bothering her.

Y/n helplessly shook her head in response. "So much is happening, so much is going wrong, and I can't help with any of it. I'm- I'm useless."

"Hey, you're not useless." Lydia was quick to deny, taking Y/n by the hand to pull her into a quick hug. "You may not have your magic, but that doesn't mean you're useless. It just makes you human. And humans are pretty strong, you know."

Despite herself Y/n could feel small smile tugging at her lips thanks to Lydia's small encouragment. "Thanks, Lydie."

"You're welcome. Now, come sit with me and Jordan. If he's insisting on staying in that cell, we might as well keep him company." Y/n nodded in agreement and followed Lydia to where the holding cells were, the girls taking a spot on the floor in front of Jordan's cell. The night passed surprisingly fast, all three of them passing the time by idly chatting as they all stayed awake. Eventually they had moved to where they leaned against the bars, Jordan's back to theirs. They were all feeling the effects of a sleeplesss night, but the girls were insistent on staying awake with him.

"Lydia, Y/n, go home, guys." Jordan asked for not the first time. "Stilinski isn't telling anyone where he put the bodies, and I'm pretty sure I'm not psychic."

"I'm pretty sure you'd still find them." Y/n commented, her voice laced with fatigue.

"You're drawn to death. Just like me." Lydia said, her voice sounding much like Y/n's.

"Does that make me a kind of banshee?" Jordan asked.

"Mm, there's not really any male banshees." Y/n informed. "Plus, banshees can't manipulate fire."

"You do find bodies though."

"I find chimeras." Jordan corrected Lydia.

"Dead chimeras."

"So we're both harbingers of death."

"Maybe..." Y/n mused, "I don't think harbinger is the only descriptor though. It's also like you're bearing the dead and the secret."

"I should probably add that to my resume."

"It's on my college applications." The three shared an amused smile at the red-head's joke.

...

Stiles stands behind the open passenger of Malia's car, watching a tow truck haul his Jeep away with a small frown on his face. Only when it rounded the corner did he finally look away and climb into the car, followed by the werecoyote herself. It was silent for a while as she drove before she decided to speak. "Can they fix it?"

"There's not enough duct tape in the world to fix that thing." He denied.

"Maybe you should try something other than duct tape." She suggested, trying to be optimistic and lighten his sour mood. But he wasn't really up for optimism then.

"It's got a bad alternator, you know, needs all new belts, transmission's going, the brake pads are basically metal on metal." He moved his hands to demonstrate his point.

"How come you let it get so bad?"

"There's been a few distractions, if you haven't noticed."

"I notice. More than you think I do."

He glanced at her, realizing he did it again. Saying something he didn't really mean while he was in a bad mood. "Uh, I didn't mean it like that."

"Am I taking you home? Or to Y/n's?"

He inwardly flinched at Malia's mention of her sister. He lightly shook his head. "No. Sheriff station. I gotta talk to my dad."

...

After a little while Jordan had gotten up, pacing around the cell for a little while before he sat on the cement bench. "Does it help knowing? Knowing what you are?"

Lydia looked up from the floor, having turned to lean her arm on the bars to look at the other two better. "It doesn't scare me as much. That I know." She answered. She looked over at Y/n when the h/c haired girl sighed to herself.

"I'm not sure what I am anymore." Y/n quietly admitted. She had kept her back to the bars, head low as she stares at her hands that lay limply in her lap.

Lydia frowned a little. She felt bad for her friend. She couldn't imagine what it was like, having a huge part of who you were taken like that. Essentially part of her identity has been stolen. Thinking quick, Lydia thought of something to spur the conversation further and hopefully distract Y/n from her thoughts again. "Do we scare you?" She asked Jordan.

"I'm only scared of getting on Y/n's bad side. Magic or no magic." Jordan joked, trying to get a laugh from the girl, which worked. He smiled to himself when he saw her chuckle.

"What about me?" Lydia wondered.

"Once." He admitted.

"Really?"

"It was the night I found that werewolf, the one with the talons. I thought I was going to die that night."

"How come?"

"Because I saw you. I saw the banshee. But I guess it was just a dream or a hallucination."

"What was I doing?"

"Trying to keep me alive."

"Well, sorry, but the banshee was mostly trying to stay out of the rain. That was the night of the storm, remember? The Wild Hunt."

"The what?" Jordan tilted his head in confusion while Y/n glanced at her curiously.

"Oh, it's something Kira was telling me. A myth about thunderstorms."

"Not really a myth, actually." Y/n spoke up. "They're called ghost riders. They're pretty much like spectral cowboys, all decked out with guns, horses, black dogs and..." She trailed of, her eyes widening slightly as something occured to her.

"What is it?"

"Lydia, you're a genius!" The two startled at her sudden exclamation as she jumped to her feet, pulling Lydia up with her. "Jordan, there's something we need to check out. We'll be right back!" She called over her shoulder as she was already pulling a confused Lydia behind her, and leaving Jordan to wonder what just happened.

...

Malia pulled up to the Sheriff's station, yet Stiles didn't move right away, instead only watching the hustle and bustle from outside. "You want me to go in with you?" Malia asked.

Stiles shook his head as he looked at her. "No, it's okay. It's probably going to take a while."

They looked back to the front, Stiles finally steeling himself to get out and go in, only Malia stopped him with a question she had been wanting to ask the whole ride there. "Are you going to tell him about Donovan?"

He looked at her in surprise as he shut the door again. "How did you... Did Y/n-"

"No." Malia denied before he could ask. "She didn't tell me anything. I guessed. I saw the bite on your shoulder while you were sleeping." Stiles glanced at his shoulder before subconsiously rubbing it. "It didn't matter to me. That's why I never said anything. And, because she never said anything, I know it didn't matter to Y/n."

"It matters to me." He claimed. Neither of them really knowing what to say, Stiles finally climbed out and headed towards the station, Malia watching with a concerned look.

...

After a few times of Lydia trying to get information out of the excited girl, Y/n finally told her of her suspicions, and that they needed to head to the library and look through a certain book to confirm her ideas. They had quickly gotten the book and laid it on a table in the middle of the library. Y/n hastily flipped through the pages until she found what she was looking for. "Right here." Y/n pointed to the page, Lydia leaning forward to read the text.

"'Woden's Hunt, also known as the Wild Ride or Wild Hunt. A myth of devilish riders in the sky accompanied by black dogs, spectral beasts whose eyes glowed with fire, a Bearer of Death and Guardian of the Supernatural, the black dog is also known by it's more common name'."

"The hellhound. Lydia, this is it!" Lydia suddenly closed the book, eyes wide and looking straight ahead. "Lydia?" Lydia's face showed fear, and Y/n realized she was hearing something, a premonition of death. "What do you hear?" Y/n asked as soon as it seemed Lydia snapped out of it. But before the banshee could answer, someone else spoke.

"You know what's coming." Theo said, making the girls jump to look at him. "Don't you?"

"Someone's going to die here." Lydia said.

"You're right." Theo smirked. "But I can't let you tell anyone."

Lydia frowned in confusion, while Y/n narrowed her eyes in growing suspicion. She didn't need her magic to realize something was going on. "Why not?" She asked, putting her hand on Lydia's arm to subtly put herself in front of her friend.

This made Theo's smirk grow, if that was even possible. "Because I want you. I want all of you."

"What are you talking about?" Lydia asked, getting more and more confused.

"Don't worry. I'll give you some time to think about it." Suddenly Theo had backhanded Lydia, knocking her out as she fell to the floor. Before she could do anything he had then grabbed Y/n and slammed her head onto the table, letting her fall to the ground next to Lydia. He wasn't really supposed to hurt her, but a small bump on the head shouldn't hurt too bad.

...

Scott had been standing in the vacant hall of the school, looking at the Beacon Hills High sign that was usually supposed to be out front, but is now broke in half under a hole in the roof. His phone buzzed and he looked to see a message from Lydia that just said 'library'. Giving one more glance at the misplaced sign he made his way to the library, expecting to find Lydia there. But it was empty when he walked in. "Hey, Lydia?" He called, not recieving an answer. He pulled out his phone to call her, but saw several messages from Liam. He sighed and pulled up Lydia's contact to call her. He heard the ringing, and when he followed it he found her phone on a shelf. He suddenly turned his head and found a straight line of black powder on the ground. Mountain ash. He backed away from it, turning his head yet again when he saw movement by the door. Theo was sealing the barrier of mountain ash, the last grains of it slipping through his fingers before he shook his hand clean. He turned to a bewildered Scott. "That's not possible."

"You're right. A werewolf shouldn't even be able to touch mountain ash."

"You're a chimera."

"I'm the first chimera." Theo smirked. "It's the coyote part you don't notice. It's why Malia trusted me first, even though she probably didn't know it." He took a few steps back as Scott slowly advanced. "You found the perfect word though, Scott. Because a chimera isn't just a monster with different parts. It can also mean something impossible to achieve. An unrealizable dream."

"And they realized you?"

"They came close with me. But we can't all be perfect. We can't all be True Alphas." He sneered. Scott suddenly bolted for him, but Theo took one step back and he was safe as the barrier rejected Scott and threw him back. "Damn. I felt that." Theo smirked at Scott's groaning form. He then took a few steps away to a jammer he had left on a bench. "No calls, Scott. No Stiles, no Y/n, no Malia, no Lydia. You're just gonna have to wait here alone for what happens next."

"What do you mean?" Scott asked as he got up. "What's next?"

"The Supermoon."

...

While Stiles was at the station, waiting for his dad to get back, Jordan had gotten out of his cell. Smoke alarms blared as he had inadvertently super-heated the building. The other deputies had drawn their weapons, telling him to get back, but Stiles quickly intervined, telling the officers to not shoot and to stay out of the man's way. Stiles had then followed Jordan to a closed off parking area. Stiles hid behind various cars as the Jordan went up to a large white van, opening the back doors and looking into a large, insulated container where the body of Corey lay. Jordan closed the doors and moved to climb into the vehicle before he drove off, leaving Stiles to have to call for a ride. That ride turned out to be Theo who pulled up in his truck while Stiles was trying to call Scott and Y/n.

"Sorry, I got here as fast as I could." Theo apologized as he hopped out.

"We gotta go. Now." Stiles cut off, moving swiftly to the passenger side. "Parrish has got the bodies."

"Okay, wait up- Stiles, wait."

"Parrish is out and he's got the bodies. We've gotta find Scott and Y/n. And we've got to tell them."

"Stiles!" Theo's yell finally got him to pause in his movement. "I don't think Scott wants to talk to you right now."

"Yeah, thanks, I'm aware of that. It doesn't matter. He needs to know about this."

"Stiles... Scott doesn't want to talk to you." Something in Theo's voice changed, and that made Stiles actually look at him, sizing him up apprehensively. Theo smirked as he pulled Stiles' library card from his pocket and held it up. "But I think your dad does."

"Where did you get that?" Stiles asked, it was supposed to have been in a garbage can at the hospital. But he had a feeling he knew how it got in Theo's possession.

"Your dad was looking for you, Stiles. He found me instead." Theo looked down at the card as he started pace a bit, Stiles following right behind him.

"Where is he?"

"I covered for you. This was taken care of." Theo snapped in anger. "If Melissa didn't find it at the hospital... Guess even the son of a cop can make mistakes."

"Did you hurt him?"

Theo turned again to face him, still not answering his questions. "I never lied about why I came to Beacon Hills. I'm here for a pack. I came for the werecoyote, the one whose first instinct is to kill. I came for the banshee, the girl surrounded by death. I came for the witch, the one unafraid to get her hands dirty. I came for the dark kitsune, the Beta with anger issues, I came for Void Stiles. That's the pack want. Unfortunately, it doesn't include Scott. And unfortunately, I can't have Y/n." Stiles started to seeth with anger at the mention of their names, at the fact that Theo actually was one of the bad guys and was playing all of them. "Your heartbeat's rising, Stiles. It's not because you're afraid. Nogitsune is gone, but you've still got more blood on your hands than any of us."

"I'm about to get more." He promised with a grim expression. "Where are they?"

"I'd worry more about your dad, if I were you." Theo commented as he moved to sit the library card on the hood of his truck. "I'll tell you where your dad is, if you promise not to help Scott." At that proposition Stiles swiftly decked Theo, who laughed as he recovered from the blow. "There he is! That's Void Stiles. It felt good, didn't it?" Stiles punched him again and this one sent Theo to the ground. He spit out a little blood as he propped himself onto an elbow as he looked up at Stiles. "We won't tell Scott. 'Cause you can't lose your best friend, right? Even though we both know you never needed him." Stiles grunted in anger as he lunged at Theo, holding the chimera's jacket in his fists as Stiles kneeled over him. "You hate me now, but you'll get it eventually. This is the hard part. 'Cause you can't help Scott and save your dad's life. You've still got time, Stiles. You've still got time." Stiles was boiling with rage, but he knew that precious time was ticking away. He had to make a choice.

...

Scott was trapped in the library for a few hours, trying to find any way out. He had gone to the roof, hoping the barrier wouldn't work outside of the building, yet it was fruitless as his hand was pushed back. Liam had soon showed up, being let in by Theo and angrier than Scott's ever seen him. The supermoon fed the Beta's anger at Scott's unwillingness to stop Hayden from dying by giving her the Bite. Scott tried to reason with him, tried to get through to him and tell him Theo was wanting Liam to kill him. Because Liam would become the Alpha, and then Theo would take it from him. Liam didn't care, and still attacked Scott, forcing the Alpha to defend himself. But it seemed to be too late as Liam had already done too much damage, just about ready to kill him until Mason rushed in. His voice calling his best friend pulled Liam from the pit of rage enough for Mason to tell him that Hayden had died. Liam abandoned his task in favor of rushing to the girl's side, leaving Mason to help Scott up. Only it wouldn't last as Theo had stormed in, knocking Mason out and grabbing Scott. He was angry that the job wasn't done, so now he was forced to finish it himself by impaling Scott with his claws. Theo claimed that everyone was still his, although Scott claimed differently. Scott told him that they weren't like him, and that they never would be. Theo figured it was because he was a chimera, because he wasn't a real werewolf, but Scott corrected him and told him it was because he was barely even human. Theo left Scott on the stairs of the library, where the Alpha's eyes closed for the last time, his features shifting back to normal despite being covered in blood. When Mason came back around he tried desperately to revive him, but nothing worked.

That's where Melissa found him, kneeling by Scott on the ground, hands tainted by blood and in shock of everything that had happened. "Scott?" She called as she ran into the building, heart sinking as she saw her son unmoving. "No, no, no, no, no, no, no..." She frantically spoke as she dropped to her knees beside him, quickly pressing her two fingers to his neck to feel for a pulse. "Okay..." She panted as she glanced at Mason before she placed her hands ontop of each other on Scott's chest as she started CPR. "One, two, three, four, five..." She counted out, Mason looking at her in confusion as she continued to count.

"What are you doing?"

"Bringing him back." She claimed, still doing compressions.

"But his- his heart. He... He hasn't had a pulse in over 15 minutes. You can't bring someone back that's-"

"He's not someone. He's my son." She spoke almost breathlessly, the act of manually pumping his heart an arduous task. "And he's an Alpha. And he's too strong to die like this! Come on! Open your eyes and look at me, okay? Come on. Breathe, baby. Breathe." She stopped compressions for a moment to push air into his lungs before she started up again.

"Melissa, it's-"

"Shut up! He's too strong to die like this. Come on. You can do this. You're an Alpha. You're an Alpha. Come on, Scott. Roar. Come on! Come on, Scott! ROAR!" Melissa reared back and slammed her fists into Scott's chest for one final push.

Scott's eyes shot open, glowing Alpha red as he opened his fanged mouth and roared.

...

"I lost, Mom." Scott said, eyes downcast as he and Melissa sat on his bed after she had patched him up.

"Every leader suffers loss. Sometimes more than you think is bareable."

"But this time, I lost everyone."

"You'll get them back. You have to."

"Why would they come back?"

"Because you're their leader. And even when a leader thinks they have nothing left to give, there's still one thing." He looked up at her with sad, teary eyes. "Hope. Give them hope."

...

Y/n groaned as she started returning to the realm of consciousness, albeit very slowly thanks to the pounding in her head and her lack of a healing factor. She gradually became aware that she was being carried by someone, her body being slightly jostled by their heavy footsteps. The earthy scent of the woods met her nose and she could hear the crunch of leaves and sticks, followed by a clicking noise that made the hair on her arms stand up. The Dread Doctors. She was still unable to move, unable to do anything to get out of their grasp and defend herself. She was left vulnerable to their whims.

She didn't know how long it was before they finally stopped, and the one holding her sat her on the ground, almost gently. She was finally able to crack open her eyes to see the Surgeon standing over her, seeming to be the one who had carried her. He turned her so she was on her stomach and he had access to the back of her neck. Like he had weeks before, he made an incision in the back of her neck. This time he took the mistletoe out and tossed it aside before he stood up and stepped away. She quietly grunted as she forced her body to move, pushing herself up into a sitting postion and leaning heavily on her hands. She eyed the three figures carefully as she gingerly touched the back of her neck, wincing slightly at the cut left behind.

"You are ready." The Surgeon suddenly said, making Y/n frown at him in confusion.

"What the hell does that mean?"

"You are ready."

"Ready for what?"

"The perigee-syzygy." She glanced up at the supermoon hanging languidly in the sky, blissfully unaware of all of the horror going on below her. "You are ready for the summoning." A chill ran down her spine. Usually summoning didn't automatically mean something bad, but when it came to this happy bunch, it only meant something bad. The doctors formed a circle around her, arms raised out to their sides with palms to the sky as they began to speak in unison. "Ophelia Beausoleil. Nous vous invoquons. Nous vous convoquons. Nous vous commandons. Vous obéirez." The air around her started to feel stuffy, being charged with energy from an unseen source. She clenched her hands to keep them from shaking as she managed to stand on her feet. "Nous vous invoquons. Nous vous convoquons. Nous vous commandons. Vous obéirez." The fingers of the doctors gloves started to give off a pale blue static-like glow, the air around their hands seeming to ripple as the wind picked up, rushing around her as if trying to escape whatever they were doing. "Nous vous invoquons. Nous vous convoquons. Nous vous commandons. Vous obéirez." A light steadily grew in brightness from above them making her squint as she looked up at it. It resembled a small star, barely bigger than your hand and pale lavender in color. "Vous obéirez." It slowly decended towards her, her breathing picking up as she started to panic. "Vous obéirez." There was nothing she could do to stop the light as her head was thrown back and it forced it's way into her body through her mouth. The light seeped through her skin from the inside, quickly fading as it made itself at home within her. "Vous obéirez." She fell to her knees as a scream ripped from her throat, a powerful surge of energy exploding from her body, flowing around the doctors and damaging a few nearby trees.

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Published: 6/15/22

The end of 5a is here! I just want to thank you all for coming along this journey with me so far and I'm so happy that you've all enjoyed it thus far! I hope you continue to enjoy what is to come 🥰

And just a quick warning! I'm going to be house sitting with my mom for my sister for a couple of weeks so I'm going to take those couple weeks off to catch up on some writing because I need to make sure certain things will line up properly.

Thank you all again for being here and reading and I'll see you soon! 😘🖤💙💜