𝙽𝚊𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚊'𝚜 𝙿𝙾𝚅

It's not long before the room is buzzing with police and I instantly grab Stiles by the shirt, slamming him against the nearest wall.

"Whoa whoa whoa" He breathes out, grabbing my arm in shock.

"What the hell is going on here, and don't tell me it's nothing because this isn't usual boring Beacon Hills, Stiles" I snap impatiently.

"You're right, okay? There's things going on here that are hard to explain and I highly doubt you'd even believe me if I told you" He rambles out vaguely.

"Try me" I scoff.

"The supernatural is real, Nat. Werewolves, kanimas, all types of crazy shit. I know I sound insane but I'm not joking" He explains to me cautiously and I let him go.

"I believe you" I sigh, hating the fact I thought I could save my family from the supernatural only to find out they've known all along.

"You do?" He asks in surprise and I roll my eyes.

"I've known for a long time" I answer, flashing him my pink eyes.

His eyes widen in shock and he grabs my face in disbelief.

"What are you?" He whisper yells.

"Later, Stiles" I tell him, pulling his hands off my face "Now, call my brother"

He pulls out his phone and calls Scott without hesitation.

"We got a serious problem at school. Miss Blake's class-" Stiles gets cut off.

"Hey, can you tell me about it later?" Scott asks.

"Well, no, pretty sure this qualifies for immediate discussion" Stiles retorts, looking at me.

"All right, then meet me at Derek's" Scott replies.

"Derek's house? What? What the hell are you doing at Derek's house?!" Stiles snaps.

"Who's Derek?" I ask in confusion.

"Is that my sister? Why the hell do you have me on speaker, Stiles?!" My brother yells.

"She knows, Scott! She knows everything!" Stiles huffs.

"What do you mean by everything?!" Scott shrieks.

"I'll explain later" I groan.

"Fine. Just meet us here, okay?" Scott demands before hanging up.

I immediately grab Stiles' arm and begin pulling him towards the door but my arm is grabbed.

"Where are you going?" Lydia asks me.

"Just home" I answer with a shrug and she nods.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" She smiles and I nod back.

"Tomorrow, Lyds" I assure her before tugging Stiles' arm again.

He patiently follows behind me as I drag him outside and once we reach the parking lot I stop.

"What do you drive?" I ask curiously and turn to see him already looking down at me.

"I- Uh, that" He stutters, pointing at a light blue Jeep.

"Sweet" I compliment him, letting go of his arm.

"Thanks" He smiles and we head towards the Jeep.

We climb inside and Stiles drive us towards wherever Scott is. The Jeep stops outside an old burnt building and I get out, looking around in confusion.

"Derek lives here?" I question as we walk towards the door.

"Not anymore" Stiles answers vaguely.

We walk in to see a figure laying down on a table while Scott stands next to an older looking guy who I assume is Derek. The first thing I notice is how good looking Derek is with his toned body and pale green eyes.

"We got here as quick as we could" Stiles says as I stick out my hand towards the older guy.

"Natalia McCall, nice to meet ya" I say in a flirty tone and he raises a brow, looking to Scott.

"Since when did you have a sister?" He questions.

"Since birth, but she's been out of town for a few years" Scott grumbles, pulling me away from Derek.

"Cute" The green eyed man hums, crossing his arms over his chest "I'm Derek. Derek Hale"

The more I look at him the more I feel like I know him and the name Hale is the last straw.

"Do you happen to know a Cora Hale? A little taller than me, dark hair, brown eyes, extremely bad attitude" I ask curiously.

"That would be my sister. How do you know her?" Derek asks in confusion.

"We're friends, she's the one who taught me about the supernatural" I grin.

"You're lying. Cora's dead" Derek snaps and I frown in confusion.

"No, she's not" I argue.

"She died in this house with the rest of my family" He declares.

"I don't know what to say to you, Derek. I've known Cora since I was 12. She's definitely alive" I assure him and he looks away from me, nodding slightly in awe.

"How much do you know about all this?" Scott asks.

"A lot, starting with Derek being a werewolf and you not telling me you knew about this" I sass him.

"You didn't tell me either!" He retorts.

"I thought I was protecting you!" I argue.

"So did I!" He argues back.

I feel my eyes flash a bright pink and Scott's turn a deep gold, making the both of us look at the other in disbelief.

"You're a werewolf?!" I scream in disbelief.

"What the hell are you?!" He asks in shock.

"She's a witch" Derek smirks "A powerful one"

"Awe! Thanks a bunch, Derbear" I coo, making him roll his eyes.

"You're a witch?" Stiles speaks up, eyes wider than Scott's.

"According to the legends, some of the Salem witches fled here to avoid being caught and then hid their magic to blend in. Every couple generations, the ancestors choose someone of their bloodline to give their magic to and I guess great great great grandma Delgado thought it should be me" I explain as simply as I can and they listen to me carefully.

"So, you're magic? Like Harry Potter?" Stiles asks and I roll my eyes.

"Not quite, I don't need a wand or a broomstick, just a spell book or two" I tell him, shoving my hands in my pockets "Think of it more as Sabrina Spellman than Harry Potter"

"That is so cool" The Stilinski boy mumbles and I giggle, shaking my head.

"I can't believe you didn't tell me" Scott declares.

"Right back at you, brother" I counter and he frowns.

"No more secrets, okay?" He says, holding out his pinkie.

"No more secrets" I agree, locking my pinkie onto his.

❦ ❦ ❦

I stand next to Stiles as Derek checks Scott's arm for the tattoo that healed last night after he got it.

"Yeah, I see it. It's two bands, right?" Derek asks and Scott nods "What does it mean?"

"I don't know" Scott shrugs, drawing in the dust on the table "It's just something I traced with my fingers"

"Why is this so important to you?" Derek asks.

"Do you know what the word 'tattoo' means?" Scott replies.

"To mark something" Stiles says to me, winking cheekily and I smile, playfully pushing him.

"Well, that's in Tahitian. In Samoan, it means 'open wound'. I knew I wanted to get a tattoo when I turned 18. I always wanted one. I just decided to get it now, to make it kind of a reward" Scott explains.

"For what?" Derek asks.

"For not calling or texting Allison all summer" Scott answers and I sigh, leaning my head on Stiles' shoulder "Even when I really wanted to, even when it was so hard not to sometimes. I was trying to give her the space she wants. Going four months later, it still hurts. Still feels like a..."

"Like an open wound" Stiles finishes for him.

"Yeah" My brother sighs.

"The pain's gonna be worse than anything you've ever felt" Derek warns him.

"Ah, that's great" Stiles says sarcastically.

"Do it" Scott tells the man.

Derek turns on the blow torch and Stiles pulls me back a little which makes me laugh.

"Oh, wow. That's a lot for me. So I'm gonna take that as my cue" Stiles rambles, trying to walk away "I'm just gonna wait outside"

"Nope" Derek retorts, grabbing the boy "You can help hold him down"

Stiles begrudgingly grabs Scott's shoulders and holds him down as Derek lifts the blowtorch to Scott's arm.

"Oh, my God" Stiles mutters.

The flame touches my brother's skin and he starts screaming in agony.

"Hold him!" Derek snaps at Stiles.

My eyes flash a violent pink and it takes everything in me not to fling Derek at the nearest wall.

"Control yourself, little witch" Derek warns me.

"Trust me, Derbear, I'm trying my best" I grit out, grabbing onto the table to use as an anchor.

Eventually the screaming stops and Derek puts the blowtorch away. Scott looks down to see two black bands around his upper arm and I smile, feeling my control coming back to me.

"It worked" He grins.

"Well, it looks pretty damn permanent now" Stiles comments as my brother pulls his shirt back on, grabbing his jacket.

"Yeah. I kind of needed something permanent" Scott sighs as we walk to the door "Everything that's happened to us, everything just changes so fast. Everything's so...Ephemeral"

"Studying for the PSATs?" Stiles asks curiously.

"Yep" Scott chirps.

"Nice" Stiles grins.

"Dorks" I scoff, throwing the door open.

Scott pauses, looking at the red door in confusion and I turn, waiting for him to say something.

"You painted the door" He declares, turning to Derek "Why'd you paint the door?"

"Go home, Scott" Derek warns him.

"He asked you a question, Derek" I state, crossing my arms over my chest.

"And why only one side?" Scott adds.

He then extends his claws, scratching the paint.

"Scott!" Derek yells, walking towards us.

Scott starts frantically scratching at the paint and once he stops it reveals a symbol painted underneath in black.

"The birds at school and the deer last night, just like the night I got trampled by the deer when I got bit by the Alpha" Scott realises and I share a look of wordy with Stiles "How many are there?"

"A pack of them" Derek answers "An Alpha pack"

"All of them? How does that even work?" Stiles asks in confusion.

"I hear there's some kind of a leader. He's called Deucalion" Derek explains "We know they have Boyd and Erica. Peter, Isaac and I have been looking for them for the last four months"

"That's Isaac?!" I shriek, looking back at the body on the table.

"Long story" Stiles mumbles.

"Let's say you find them. How do you deal with an Alpha pack?" Scott asks.

"With all the help I can get" Derek answers, looking between me and Scott.

"Where is she?" A voice suddenly croaks and I turn my head to see that Isaac is now sitting up "Where's the girl?"

"What girl?" Derek asks in confusion.