Gut Instinct (Teen Wolf)

3:7 I've Never Thought Of That

Warning: confusion, a few answers, I'm not sure if this counts as a hallucination or not, knives, dead people (like a lot), bad translations, confusing words

The grizzly stood at the edge of the preserve, still in the boundries of the wild without coming into civilization. Vic hadn't moved from where she stood at the edge of the stairs, her gaze locked on the whiskey eyes of the bear. That colour was all to familiar to her. 

The grizzly tilted it head to the woods, like it was saying, "Come, come see." It turned and walked into the trees. 

Vic felt a sudden panic seize her chest. Even if it was a hallucination, even if it wasn't real, she just couldn't let it go. She needed answers. 

She ran to the preserve. She ducked down under the branches, broke through the protection of the trees to the forest. She kept running, and running, and running. 

She stopped. 

She stood in the forest. She didn't know which forest, or where exactly the forest was. 

It was more alive then the Beacon Hills Preserve was on multiple levels. The grass underneath was green, the trees were healthy and alive, all their branches intact. The sky she could glimpse through the canopy above was light blue, unharmed from pollution. It was amazing. It was paradise. 

Was she dead? Did she get impaled on a branch running through the woods? Hit by a car in the parking lot while she was distracted? 

It was a definite possibility. 

She heard the sound of animals nearby. Foxes, birds, squirrels, coyotes, otters. But they were all faded. The wildlife sounded a thousand miles away from her. 

She turned when something walked towards her. It was the grizzly bear from the parking lot. She could already tell. The same dark brown fur, the same height. The same whiskey coloured eyes. She was beautiful. But she was familiar as well. 

"Mom?" Vic whispered. 

The grizzly's lips pulled back. In the animal kingdom it was known as a snarl, but to Vic, it was a smile. "Hello, bear cub," her mother greeted. 

Vic felt the tears sting her eyes. She didn't mean to cry. Maybe it was because her mother's anniversary was the next day. Maybe because she had never really gotten over her death. Maybe it was just the fact that she missed her mom. 

She ran forward. Her mom stood on her back legs and wrapped her daughter in her arms. Vic held onto the giant bulk that was her mother's fur and cried. She cried, sobbed, let it all out. She didn't know why it had all decided to come out then. Maybe it was because she had been holding it in for too long. 

She felt as her mother laid her head along Vic's back. Along with the exhaustion was the fact heart breaking fact that even if she was somehow back, her mother was different. She wouldn't be the same. Wouldn't be able to cry at her daughter's wedding (if she had one), wouldn't be there to give her a hug after she graduated college, wouldn't hold her after her first break up. 

And that hurt more then anything. 

Claudia pulled away and put one paw on Vic's face. "My God. Look at you. You're so beautiful," she said. 

Vic smiled, but she still felt the tears in the corners of her eyes. "Mom," she whispered, the word foreign on her tongue after so long without it. "How..." 

Claudia dropped to her paws. "I don't quite know. I just know that I was sent here after I died." 

Vic froze. Panic tightened around her heart like a cold fist. "Does that mean..."