Soulmates

The other alpha

Stiles's P.O.V

Stiles sat in the library with Scott, Lydia and Isaac as he looked up the korrigan's powers.

"Are we sure that she's a korrigan?" Lydia asked.

"We're positive." Scott nodded.

"But her powers sound almost identical to mine." She scoffed.

"There's a reason for that." Stiles mumbled as he got up a webpage.

"What's the reason?" Isaac asked.

"Well, it says here that the first korrigan derived from a banshee, which is why the powers are almost identical. The korrigan was essentially a banshee gone bad, so that's why they can kill." Stiles nodded.

"Great, so she's a more powerful version of me. If I can't control my powers, how can she?" Lydia asked.

"She can't, which is what makes the next bit all the more terrifying." Stiles muttered before looking at them.

"Go on." Scott nodded. Stiles sighed, looking back at his laptop.

"It says that as well as the banshee abilities times ten, if their powers aren't under control, they can spill out. If Y/N's powers spill out, she could basically kill everyone she looks at, and she won't be able to stop herself." Stiles gulped. They looked at each other.

"Well that's not good." Lydia spoke.

"You don't say." Stiles scoffed.

"What are we going to do about it?" Scott asked. Stiles wet his lips with his tongue as he thought. His eyes widened slightly.

"I'm going to ask her out." He spoke. They all looked at him.

"I'm sorry, what?" Allison asked.

"I'm going to tell her how I feel, and ask her out." He nodded.

"Stiles, that sounds like a great plan to get yourself killed, we're looking for a great plan to make sure that Y/N doesn't kill you." Scott scoffed.

"Okay, well maybe it's like with you guys. Maybe she needs an anchor. I could be that anchor." He spoke.

"And if not, she'll just end up killing you." Lydia shrugged.

"That's a risk that I'm willing to take." He nodded as he grabbed his bag and stood up. He groaned as Lydia grabbed his shirt as he walked past and pulled him down to face her.

"Lydia, ow." He groaned.

"If you're going to be stupid enough to ask a ticking time-bomb out on a date, at least ask her out to my party. That way, we can all keep an eye on you." She spoke.

"You'd let me do that?" he smiled.

"You're both invited anyway, I don't see why not." She shrugged. His smile widened and pecked her cheek before standing up.

"Thank you, Lydia, you're a great best friend, I love you, see you later!" He called as he rushed out.

Stiles stood in his mirror, running his hand through his gelled hair. He took a deep breath.

"Hey, Y/N, I was wondering if you would like to go on a date with me." He spoke before shaking his head.

"We're not in the fifties, Stiles." He mumbled.

"Okay. Hey, Y/N, do you want to go out with me?" he tried again.

"Goddammit, Stiles." He groaned. He looked at himself in the mirror, looking at what Y/N saw each day. He took another deep breath.