"Magic runs in our blood. "

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Laughter and joy filled the large room as Aurora sat by a large table filled with exquisite foods and decorations. It was her engagement party. Ever since her birth the young blonde had been betrothed to another. A young man from a Neighboring pack in beacon hills. The bride to be should've been overjoyed with happiness but truth be told, Aurora wasn't happy at all. The Pierce didn't find the idea of love being chosen for her that appealing but deep down, Aurora knew she had a duty to fulfill because one fateful day it would be her turn to inherit the alpha spark from her father and lead their families pack.

Unexpectedly the wooden doors burst right open as Zachariah Griffin strolls right into the room. Everyone's attention turning towards the warlock as he smirks. "I've never been in a room filled with so many mutts before" The blue eyed man exclaimed. Suddenly a middle aged woman assumably in her late fifties, approached the griffin as she sent him a glare. "You know, Your kind isn't welcomed here...Griffin" Rayna Pierce Snapped with disgust. Rayna Pierce was the mother of Aurora Pierce and ever since her daughter's birth, Rayna had vowed that nothing would bring destruction to her family's reputation.

Zachariah gave a bitter laugh, "I haven't got the time to have petty arguments with a old crow" He muttered. The griffin's glances over towards the wolves as they surrounded the room. "I've came to speak with your soon to be Queen...Your beloved princess...Your next Alpha" Zachariah exclaimed, his eyes meeting Aurora's from across the room.

The young Pierce's face went red hot as she could feel everyone's eyes now on her. Aurora softly sighed as she walked over towards Zachariah. "We can speak in my study" The blonde said, walking off, Leaving the large room as her guests returned back to the festivities. With a low smile Zachariah followed the werewolf as they walked to the second floor of the beautiful home.

Aurora opened a wooden door as they both stepped inside her study. Zachariah looks over at the blonde as she shuts the door behind them. "So did you just bring me here to give me a death stare?" The Dark blonde haired man retorted.

Aurora scoffed as she walked over towards her desk, grabbing a notepad as she wrote down a message. The young werewolf hands the witch the notepad as he goes to read it; Do remember that they're werewolves downstairs who have super hearing. The Griffin rolled his eyes, Handing the werewolf back her notepad. Zachariah pulled out a small piece of sage from his coat pocket as he set it in flames, softly chanting a small enchantment. He sighed as he finished, "They won't be able to hear a single word coming from us, It's a privacy spell" Zachariah explains to the blonde.

Aurora slowly nodded, "What did you want to talk to me about?" She questions.

"About my child."

The Pierce sighed as she met Zach's gaze, "First of all she's isn't just yours..she's mine" Aurora deadpanned. "And now suddenly you want to be a responsible daddy?" She retorted with a sharp glare.

The Griffin's face went blank as the young werewolf mentioned the possible sex of his unborn child. "She?" Zachariah said with an lifted brow.

Aurora shook her head, "It's just a feeling..I'm not completely sure" The blue eyed woman said lowly. The blonde woman gave a half shrug as she stepped closer towards the witch. "And there's nothing left to say. I've already made my choice" The soon to be alpha said nonchalantly.

"And that is?"

The Pierce sighed heavily as she met Zachariah's concerned gaze. It was the first time she had ever seen him like that. People around them had always had a distinct view of the man, as if he was truly a menace, a villain but no one saw the real Zachariah. Aurora swallowed thickly, "I'm going to get married....but i will be passing this baby off as my future husband's" The Werewolf explains.

Zachariah's expression hardened at the thought of his unborn child calling someone else father. "Aurora...please...it's"

The blonde sighed, "It's what Zachariah?" Aurora snaps.

"This child should be raised by her parents, in my family home" The Griffin exclaimed with a glare.

"Knowing your history....do you even think you could be a good father" Aurora replied with a slight frown.

Zachariah paused as silence surrounded the two. The Griffin couldn't help but feel slight disbelief, he knew what the others had thought of him but Zachariah never knew that aurora had felt the same way. Maybe she was right..The Griffin didn't have what it took to be a good father or worse...a good person.

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Eloise, Lydia and Allison come down the school's staircase as they continue their conversation. "Scott's coming over? Tonight?" The Martin chimed, looking over at the Argent with surprise.

Allison shrugged, "We're just studying together" The brunette explained.

Both Lydia and Eloise shared looks before looking back at Allison. "Just studying never ends with just studying" The young griffin said nonchalantly.

Lydia adds, "It's like getting into a hot tub. Somebody eventually cops a feel" The Strawberry blonde exclaimed with a slight smirk.

Allison lifted a brow, "So what are you saying?" She asked.

The Martin shrugs nonchalantly as they reached the bottom of the stairs, "I'm just saying make sure he covers up" Lydia pointed out. Allison pauses as she stares blankly at the two girls in utter confusion. Lydia scoffed, "Hello Snow White! I'm talking about a condom."

Allison's light brown eyes widened, "Are you kidding? After one date?" The Brunette inquiries.

Eloise softly chuckles, "Well don't be a total prude Allison." The Martin nods in agreement, "Yeah..You have to give him a little taste" Lydia chimed flirtatiously.

The Argent's brow furrows, "How much is a little taste?" Allison questioned, her cheeks turning pink.

Eloise exclaimed with surprise, "Wow you really like him don't you?" The young blonde expressed, utterly surprised that her friend felt so much for the McCall even know Eloise knew what Scott was really hiding.

"Well, there's just something different about him." Allison sighed, "When I first got here I had this plan; no boyfriends until college because I move too often but." Eloise watches as Allison's face lights up at the mention of the McCall, "When I met him, Scott was different. I can't explain it."

"I can. It's your brain flooding with
phenylethylamine" Lydia Retorted.

Both Eloise and Allison share looks of utter confusion, as they turn to the strawberry blonde, "What?" They both say in unison.

Lydia sighed as she moved her attention towards the brunette. "I'll tell you what to do. When's Scott coming over?" The Martin asks.

"Right after school" Allison says. The blonde looks over to her friends, "Well, I'll see you guys tomorrow. I told my aunt that I would be home right after school" Eloise explained. The three girls all said their goodbyes as they went their separate ways.

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Students all rush out of the school's main entrance, some go towards the parking lot, racing for their cars at the end of the day. Stiles hops into his Jeep. He pulls out, swinging around for the exit when suddenly Derek Hale steps right in front of him. Stiles slams on the brakes causing all of the cars behind him squeal to a stop as well, a near pile-up in the school lot.

From the side of the school, Eloise peers up having heard the sudden brake and then she sees why. It was a very pale Derek  standing right in front of the human boy's Jeep with the look of utter desperation in his eyes. The young griffin continues to watch as she sees Scott running over towards the scene just as Derek collapses right in front of the blue jeep. The blonde sighs as she decides to make her way also towards them, and as she does this, Stiles jumps right out of the driver's side meeting her and the McCall.

Eloise's raised a brow, "What is he doing here?" The griffin says looking over at a sick looking Derek and the two teen boys.

"I was shot." The Hale tries to push himself up while Scott and Eloise kneel down to him. "Why aren't you healing?" The McCall questions.

Derek breathes heavily, "I can't...It was a different kind of bullet."

"A sliver bullet?" Stiles blurted out. Eloise slowly looked back up at the human, sending him an annoyed glare.

"No you idiot" Derek growled, momentarily squeezing his eyes shut in pain. The McCall suddenly puts together what he's seeing in front of him and with what he overheard the argents talking about the previous night. "Wait a second, that's what she meant when she said 48 hours."

Derek looks over at Scott with alarm, "What? Who said 48 hours" The Hale fretted.

"The one who shot you" The McCall muttered.

Suddenly Derek is hit with a powerful of pain that causes his eyes to flash a bright blue, and he grimaces in agony. When the Hale opens his eyes again, they're continuing to flash back and forth between his electric blue glowing eyes and his human green ones. Eloise looks horrified, her eyes darting around making sure no one was watching the four. "What are you doing? Are you crazy?" Eloise snapped forcefully.

Derek shakes his head as his voice takes on an impatient tone, "I'm trying to tell you all...I can't" The elder werewolf warned. Scott quickly grabs him, struggling to keep the hale from falling to the pavement. As Other students start to take notice as horns start beeping behind Stiles's jeep.

"Hey, Help me get him into the jeep" Scott tells the griffin. Eloise nods as she goes onto the other side of the hale, holding him up.

Stiles huffed, "Him? My Jeep? No way" The Stilinski protested.

"Stiles!" Eloise Snapped, with a deadly glare. Reluctantly, the human boy helps Scott and Eloise lift Derek to his feet. Eloise goes to open the passenger door, crawling into the backseat of the jeep. But as Derek slumps down in the passenger seat, The Hale latches onto Scott's arm, not letting him go. "I need you to find the same kind of bullet, that they used" Derek tells the young teen.

"How am I supposed to do that?"

Derek sighs heavily as he fights so hard to stay conscious. "Allison's an Argent. She's with them...The hunters." Eloise's eyes widened in astonishment but also in alarm at her new discovery. Her friend..her best friend was an Argent. The young griffin had been hearing about this family her whole life and what they did...hunt creatures. Creatures like her.

Scott scoffed, "Why should I help you?" He asks.

The Hale genuinely looking scared at his chances of survival, tries to reason with the McCall in a weak voice. "Because you need me." Scott now glances over as he spots an confused Allison from afar, walking towards them. A now frightful Scott looks back to Derek, "Fine I'll try" The boy muttered.

Scott turns to Stiles, who climbs into the drivers seat. "Hey, Get him out of here" The young werewolf tells his best friend.

Stiles shoots the McCall a annoyed glare, "I hate you for this" he deadpanned, before stepping on the gas and speeding off.

In the midst of driving, Eloise lets out a sigh as she leans back in her seat. Her and Stiles's concerned eyes meet through the car's rear view mirror. "Try to not to bleed out on my seats, okay?" The Human boy tells the ill werewolf. "We're almost there."

"Almost where?"

"Your house."

Derek looks over at Stiles, "No. You can't take me there."

Eloise leans in closer to the Jeep's console as she Narrowed her eyes at the Hale. "Why can't he take you to your house?" The Griffin inquires.

Derek shook his head, "Not when I can't protect myself" The werewolf replied lowly. Suddenly Stiles hits the brakes, skidding to a urgent stop. "What Happens if Scott doesn't find your magic bullet?" He asks the Hale. "Are you dying?"

Derek closes his eyes, sighing as he tries to deal with the pain. "Not yet, I have a last resort."

Both Eloise and Stiles share looks of utter confusion as The blonde spoke up. "What do you mean, Last resort?" Eloise questioned. Derek lifted up his shirt as he exposes his gunshot wound. It's stopped bleeding, but the veins surrounding it climbed from his forearm like vines, creeping toward his inner-elbow.

Stiles and Eloise's faces both scrunch up in utter disgust at the view of the dying wolf. The young Stilinski groans, "What is that? Is that contagious...maybe you should just get out." Stiles points towards the car door, looking away from the hale.

"Start the car...Now" Derek says weakly, looking down.

"I don't think you should be giving orders the way you look" Stiles retorts. Derek looks at the bold boy up and down, as Eloise softly rolls her eyes. "In fact, I think if I wanted to, I could probably drag your werewolf ass out to the middle of the road and leave you for dead."

Derek sends Stiles a deadly glare as he goes to speak up, "Start the car or I'm going to rip your throat out." The human boy blinks for a moment. "With my teeth" The Elder Werewolf adds.

Stiles slowly looks back towards the back seat where Eloise sent him an unbothered expression. "Well, You heard him. Start Driving" The blonde says nonchalantly, as Stiles slowly goes to turn on the car again.

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Aurora was seated by her white pearl vanity, brushing her light blonde hair as she prepared herself for bed. The young werewolf looks up as she sees her mother standing at the wooden threshold. "Off to bed so early?" Rayna inquires, heading over to her only child's side. You see, Rayna Pierce was very much of a narcissist. If you ever met the woman in person you would clearly see and feel her narcissistic personality. Aurora had felt it her whole life, the constant struggle to become the perfect daughter her mother always yearned for.

Rayna takes the hairbrush from Aurora as she starts to brush her daughter's hair. "So...What did that griffin come here for?" The elder Pierce questioned.

Aurora sighed as she met her mother's gaze through the mirror, "Zachariah just wanted to talk about a deal he came up with" The blonde explained, untruthfully.

"About what exactly?"

Aurora rubbed her temples, "About peace between his kind and ours." The elder Pierce sighed, "Very well...it'll soon be on you to make decisions for the pack" Rayna says as she continued brushing aurora's long blonde hair. "But you must know, nothing can interfere with your betrothal. Nothing" Rayna asserted.

"I know that mother" Aurora says lowly.

Rayna nods as she places the hairbrush back onto the vanity. The elder Pierce smiles as she leans in closer, now both her and her daughter's faces in the mirror. "This wedding will bring me and the pack so much joy, considering the circumstances with your father's sickness" Rayna says with a slight frown. Aurora looks down in thought as she sighed heavily. The poor girl was never in favor of practically getting married to a stranger, or worse being used as some sort of chess piece in her family's motive for more power. The young werewolf had always wanted to choose love not it being chosen for her.

"Mother?"

"Yes dear?"

Aurora turns around in her seat, now facing her mother. "What would happen if I weren't to go with the ceremony?" The blue eyed girl suggested.

"Then you'd be breaking a seventeen year old pact." Rayna scoffs, "But Stop with all that hesitation and just do what your told" She snapped.

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The two teens help the dying werewolf into the animal clinic. As they enter through the back Derek clicks on a light and slowly pulls his shirt off to reveal the gunshot wound is now far worse. Veins now branch out from open sores while the rest of his arm has turned a sickening yellow. "You know that doesn't look like anything some Echinacea and a good night's sleep couldn't take care of" Stiles tells the werewolf.

Derek looks between Eloise and Stiles, "When the infection reaches my heart, it'll kill me" He explained.

"Positivity just isn't in your vocabulary, is it?" Stiles retorts.

"If he doesn't get here with the bullet in time" Derek looks around, checking inside the cabinets. "Last resort."

Eloise shrugged, "Which is?" She inquires.

Derek stops at a drawer, finding what he needs. The Hale pulls out an electric bone saw. "One of you is going to have to cut off my arm" He informs the two teenagers.

"Are you serious?" Eloise says scoffing.

The green eyed werewolf shook his head. "I'm going to die, you do realize that right?" Derek snapped with a glare. "Then you and Scott are gonna be all alone when you have to go up against the Alpha and now including the Argents."

Eloise steps closer towards the dying wolf, "I can handle a couple of hunters" The griffin says nonchalantly.

"Not when they find out you're a Pierce." The blonde looks intently at the Hale as she follows his gaze down towards to her necklace. Her mother's necklace. Eloise slowly goes to fiddle with it as she looks back up at the sick werewolf.

Derek smirked, "That necklace your wearing is Kinda a big giveaway especially when hunters are roaming around this town" The Hale explained, with a slight hint of sarcasm.

"How did you know?" Eloise asks.

"It's not that hard to tell when royalty is standing right in front of you." Derek then hands the bone saw to Stiles and begins tying a tourniquet around his infected arm.

Stiles frown at Derek, "What if you bleed to death?" The Human frets.

"I'll heal, if it works."

The griffin's eyes widened with utter alarm, "If?" She exclaimed as she moved besides a nervous Stiles Stilinski.

Stiles gulped, "I don't know if I can do this" The buzzcut haired boy says with hesitation.

"Why not?"

"Because of the cutting through flesh, the sawing of bone, and especially the blood."

An angry frown creased Derek's forehead, "You faint at the sight of blood?" The Hale Growled in annoyance.

The young Stilinski shook his head, "No but I might at the sight of a chopped off arm!" Stiles pointed out.

Derek huffed, "How about this...Either you cut off my arm or I'll kill you both."

Eloise looked over at Derek as her eyes flashed a golden yellow. "I'd like to see you try especially in that condition" The griffin beamed.

Suddenly Derek grabs Stiles by the collar, a now frightened stiles staring into the elder werewolf's deadly stare. "Okay, Bought, sold, I'll do it, I'll do it" The Human boy Stammered. Derek releases Stiles, but not because he wanted to. The Hale starts gasping, choking and coughing. Hunching over, he opens his mouth as if to throw up but instead of vomit, an inky black liquid is choked out, spilling across the floor.

"What the Hell is that?"

Derek looks up weakly, "My body's ...trying...to heal."

Eloise sighs, "Well.. It's failing to" she retorted.

Still Kneeling on the floor, Derek looks up at the Griffin and Stilinski with his glowing blue eyes. "Now...You have to do this now" The dying man says with urgency. Eloise watches as Derek Drags himself up, putting his infected arm on the examining table. Both Stiles and Eloise share scared looks as Stiles places the edge of the blade against Derek's skin just above the furthest-reaching infected vein. Stiles takes a deep breath as he squeezes his eyes shut and just as he's about to pull the trigger--

"Stiles? Eloise?"

The blonde turns to see Scott bursting through the door, shocked to see his best friend preparing to saw off Derek's arm. "What the hell are you doing?" The McCall asks, utterly shocked.

Stiles sighs in relief, "You just prevented me from a lifetime of nightmares." He sets down the bone saw as he and Eloise look over at the McCall.

"Did you get it?" Derek asked. Scott holds up the bullet and Derek grabs it, raising it up to look at it in the light.

Eloise's raises a brow, "What are you going to do?" The Young Griffins asks.

"I'm going to.." Derek breaths out heavily as he looks around weakly. "I'm going to..." The Elder Werewolf suddenly falls. Collapsing right to the floor. The bullet drops and goes rolling Causing Scott to dart right after it. The bullet drops through a meta grate and into a drain. Kneeling down, Scott digs his fingers into the grate, but he can't reach the bullet.

Across the room Stiles tries to wake up the fallen Hale. "Derek? Derek? Wake up!" Stiles fretted, trying to awaken the werewolf but it was no use.
Eloise rushes over to the other side of the room as she kneels right besides Stiles. "I'm going to try something that I haven't done in a very long time but promise me you won't tell anyone what I'm about to do" Eloise tells him with a slight glare.

"What are you exactly going to do?" Stiles says suspiciously.

"Magic." Eloise sighs, "My father taught me this spell when I was a little kid...so let's hope I still got it."

Stiles's jaw dropped, "Excuse me did you just say Magic?"

Eloise looks over at the human boy as her expression hardened. "Look you can ask questions later, but let's just try to wake Derek up first" The Griffin explained. Stiles nods as he watches the girl swallow thickly, he could tell Eloise was nervous but merely more terrified that the dying man's life was now in her hands which was utterly nerve wracking.

"Come one, it isn't that hard" Eloise muttered under her breath, utterly afraid that she'd fail or even worse find out she'd lost her touch with magic... completely.

Stiles looks over at a unconscious Derek and then to a nervous Eloise. He slowly grabs the blonde's hand as he softly touches it, comforting Eloise. The blonde softly smiles at the Stilinski as she goes to close her eyes.

"Viribus."

A sudden gasp is heard as Derek's eyes abruptly snapped open and he raises himself up from unconsciousness. Both Stiles and Eloise sighed with pure relief as a slight smile crossed the girl's face with joy. "I did it" Eloise exclaimed, utterly surprised.

"You did it" Stiles says utterly amazed at the display of magic. The two teens rise from the ground as their attention turns to a now awakened Derek.

"I got it" Scott says, holding up the bullet.

"Give it to me." Scott tosses Derek the bullet as he struggles to his feet. Derek cracks the tip open and pulls out a lighter from his pocket. He holds the flame to the contents inside. Sparks fly as bits of wolfsbane light aflame. The Hale palms the smoldering ashes and grinds it into his gunshot wound, wincing as he does so. Derek drops back to his knees on the floor and opens his mouth, revealing his sharpened fangs.

Eloise, Stiles, and Scott step back with caution. But Down the hall, the dogs bark, building to a frenzy as they rattle the cages. Derek tilts his head back and... screams. It's an ear-piercing, earth shattering howl of agony and then he tumbles back, sweat-soaked skin hitting the cold cement floor. His arm falls to his side. And In seconds, the open sores close, wounds healing, returning to normal.

The three teenagers share a incredulous look. "That was awesome!" Stiles exclaimed.

From the floor, Derek's eyes blink open. Slowly, he pushes himself back up from the floor. Catching his breath, Derek stands upright.

"Are you okay?" Scott asks.

Derek shrugs, "Except for the agonizing pain" The Hale muttered.

"I'm guessing the ability to use sarcasm is a sign of good health" Stiles pointed out with a smirk as Derek grabs his shirt, pulling it back on.

Scott looks up, "We saved your life. That means you're going to leave us alone. You got that? And if you don't I'll go back to Allison's dad and tell him everything-"

Derek cuts him off, "You're going to trust them? You think they can help you?" The Hale snapped.

Scott shrugged, "Why not?" He mutters. "They're a lot freaking nicer than you are."

The elder werewolf Scoffed, "I can show you exactly how nice they are."

Both Eloise and Scott frown. "What do you mean?" The McCall questions.

"Follow me."

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At this time Beacon Hills was now sound asleep as the roads were now quiet and dark. The Young Stilinski's blue jeep drove up a large hill as Eloise sat in the passenger's seat right besides Stiles who was driving. "I thought you were going to storm me with questions by now?" Eloise says sarcastically.

Stiles chuckles, "Okay...Well you mentioned your Dad. Was he also supernatural?" The Human questioned.

"He's a Witch and my mother's a werewolf."

Stiles slowly nodded, "And that makes you?"

Eloise shrugged, "Some call it a hybrid. So far I'm the only one of my kind" The blonde commented with a slight smile. Stiles's Jeep pulls right into Eloise's long driveway as it stops right at the front of her home. The buzzcut haired teen's jaw dropped as he glanced over at the extravagant estate. "Wow, You live here" Stiles said in awe.

"Yeah, with my aunt actually" Eloise replied. The Young Griffin opens the passenger door as she starts stepping out.

"WereWitch."

The Blue eyed Griffin looked back over at the kind human, "What was that?" Eloise chimed.

Stiles gave a half shrug, "You said some call you a Hybrid. Well..I would call you a WereWitch" He suggested.

Eloise smiles softly as her bright blue eyes twinkled, now stepping out of the Jeep. "I'll see you at school, Stiles" The WereWitch beamed as she walked away from the vehicle, and towards the front door of her home.