THE KEEPERS - Teen Wolf FanFic- (temporary hiatus)

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝟏𝟖 - 𝐏𝐭. 𝟏

Left standing at the doorway, the Keeper felt a heaviness in his chest, his suitcases forgotten on the floor. The weight of the confusing exchange lingered as John approached to bid his goodbyes.

Soon, Alistair and Michelle joined their parents in the car, making their way to the San Francisco International Airport with destiny to Louis Armstrong New Orleans International Airport.

(...)

The journey to San Francisco passed by faster than expected. Their mother cried while they were being called to board the plane. Before they embarked on the plane, David was very clear to Alistair, letting him know, Michelle was now his responsibility, something the teenager has understood the last four years.

Settling into their seats, side by side, "So, how do you feel about meeting your exact copy?" Alistair inquired with a playful tone, hoping to alleviate any nerves his sister was experiencing.

Michelle chuckled softly, her fingers fidgeting nervously. Observing her unease, Alistair extended his hand, gently covering hers. A warm smile graced Michelle's lips as their hands intertwined. "Well, I don't know how one can ever truly be ready for that," she admitted, her words laced with a hint of anticipation. Her gaze met Alistair's, she questioned, "Do you think there's a chance we're related?"

Alistair took a moment to contemplate the question. "I think so," he responded, his voice gentle. "Why?"

He saw a frown forming on Michelle's face. "Even if we are related, it won't change a thing."

Alistair smiled, "You know that's not true." He sighed, "If you're related to them, that'll change everything you thought of your past." When she was about to protest, Alistair cut her off, "It doesn't mean it'll change how you or any of us fells. We'll never leave you." His words carried a comforting reassurance. A hint of moisture glistened in the girl's eyes. Overwhelmed by emotion, Michelle leaned her head against Alistair's shoulder, finding solace and security in his presence, eventually drifting into a peaceful sleep.

(...)

Stepping out of the bustling airport, their luggage in tow, Alistair assumed a protective stance, instructing Michelle to remain behind him until he signaled otherwise. The girl nodded, positioning herself. As his gaze swept across the surroundings, he couldn't help but be notice a specific spot. Two men stood there, everyone around them avoided getting too close, clearly somehow sensing the power emanating from them. As they walked towards them, Alistair took in their appearances.

They were about the same height, and, in their own ways, they were incredibly handsome and haunting, their hairs were also short, but that's where their similarities ended.

The first man had curly and short dirty blond hair. Though he appeared lean, Alistair could tell there were muscles under his clothing. Alistair's eyes traced the lines of his face, noting the aristocratic features that spoke of his past—high cheekbones, and captivating dark blue eyes. Even though he was wearing casual clothing, boots, black pants, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket, he still managed to exude an effortless charm.

In contrast, the second man had dark brown hair, with a slightly more robust physique than his counterpart. His beautiful hazel eyes held a depth that drew attention, and his angular facial structure boasted high cheekbones and a squared jaw. He was dressed in a tailored suit that accentuated his refined appearance, he exuded a sense of maturity and sophistication. It was their auras, however, that unquestionably hinted at their familial connection.