Willow ↠ Teen Wolf

[10]

"You- you knew my mom?" Willow's voice broke as the man in front of her mentioned her mother.

"I did. I'm sorry for your loss." Willow had come to learn that the tall, lean man liked to be cryptic and secretive however his voice sounded calm and sincere. She knew he knew more than he was telling her but something in her told her to trust him.

"H-how?" Willow wiped under her eyes with her sleeve.

"She was the only known member of your species around here." Dr. Deaton gave her a kind smile. "Surely you understand why your aunt wants you to keep your true nature hidden."

"I do. I've seen him." Willow nodded with a mixture of feelings; fear, anger and hopelessness.

Willow and Dr. Deaton sat at the kitchen table in silence for a while. He was pondering over what she had told him and what he had read when he briefly skimmed over her nightmare journal which she kept locked in a small box. It was mainly filled with rushed writing and scribbles here and there besides one prominent painting that still haunted her.

"Willow, I'm he- Dr. Deaton?" Suddenly her front door opened and Stiles walked in with the spare key he had made.

"Stiles? What are you doing here?" Willow jumped up, quickly shutting her journal.

"You said we'd do homework. What's going on here?" Stiles replied as he tried to look around.

"I lied, Sti. We'll talk tomorrow." Willow tried to push him out of the kitchen.

"Oh, sorry for making you wait Alan." Her aunt had come down the stairs, hearing Stiles' voice. "Stiles! Hi, sweetie." She greeted him with a warm smile. "Wills, thank you for keeping Alan company." Aunt River had saved Willow out of an uncomfortable situation.

"We'll talk later, Sti. Aunt River has a business meeting now." Willow put her hands on Stiles' shoulders and led him out of her house.

"But I- we- Willow!" Stiles stammered, still trying to look inside.

"Bye, Stiles." She smiled and shut the front door, leaving him curious. Willow blew a piece of her hair away from her face and rested against the door.

'You need to be in control. Don't let your nightmares take the lead. Always be aware of your surroundings.' Willow sat in class, thinking what Dr. Deaton had told her. She still didn't understand how to do that when her nightmares panicked her to the core, sometimes almost leaving her paralyzed. 'You won't be able to stop your nightmares, but you can use them.' If only Willow knew how to do that. 'You're not going to see everyone's future. Your abilities are entangled with your pack.' That part confused Willow the most as she wasn't part of any pack.

"Miss Harper?" Her history teacher waved her exam in front of her face, snapping her out of her thoughts. She noticed she had gotten an A and jammed her paper in her bag.

"Wills? You okay?" Scott asked her as she seemed too quiet.

"Yeah, I'm fine. I'll see you guys later." Willow didn't even spare them a glance and got out of the classroom when the bell rang. Stiles and Scott shared a confused look, not understanding why she was behaving that way. Stiles hadn't told Scott what he saw last night because he wanted to talk to Willow first but she seemed to be lost in her thoughts that day. Not checking her surroundings, Willow bumped into someone on her way to her locker.

"Sorry." She muttered and looked up to see who it was. "Jackson?" She noticed his freaked out look and saw the blood on his fingers. "Are you okay?" She quickly checked his neck he was clutching with his other hand and realized the claw marks.