"Stiles, you're not making life any easier on any of us. You. Scott. This town. I'm offering you a chance to be everything that Lydia and the others hve denied you. Why should their attitude make them better than you when your genetics can show them that you are so much more than they ever allowed you to be. Why let them control your life, Stiles, when I can give you the gift to be what you need to be. For yourself, and for your father."
She took another step closer. "What would it be like if he didn't have to worry about you like he does now? I knew your mother, Stiles. She was a lovely, amazing woman and life was cruel to her. What if it comes for you too?" She asked it with a frown, sounding pained by that idea. "I want to help you, and you will be helping me. I want a pack again, Stiles. This town took it from me, and my family abandoned me. You could be part of that," she said, sighing with a drop of her shoulders. "I want you to be part of that."
She shrugged. "I am. I bit him, and I made him the lacrosse player he wanted to be. I made it that he didn't have to worry a woman working so hard to take care of him. I admit I should have come to him, like I am you now, but my mind..." She shook her head. "Six years listening to your family die does something to you, Stiles. You've known death like that, you have to realize what it does to you."
Her gaze lifted to him. "I killed the insurance adjuster who was paid to cover up the truth about the fires. He let a hunter seduce him, and pay him off, and he said it was electrical. He lied about the fire and bodies for money and sex. How could I defend that and let it go? Would you have let it go if someone came for your father? Do you think Scott wouldn't use what he had for Melissa?
"You wouldn't be mindless, Stiles. You would be brilliant. You would be strong. You would have everything you have now, and so much more. As Scott does. You both have the potential to be such wonderful, amazing men and good family and pack. Especially when my brother returns to us. I want that, Stiles. I want family from those that truly understand it."
She smiled though. "I should tell you though, when you say you don't want it? With those words, I hear your heart race, just a bit. Don't and Want," she said. "Just a tiny bit. You can lie to yourself, Stiles, but not to me."
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She took another step closer. "What would it be like if he didn't have to worry about you like he does now? I knew your mother, Stiles. She was a lovely, amazing woman and life was cruel to her. What if it comes for you too?" She asked it with a frown, sounding pained by that idea. "I want to help you, and you will be helping me. I want a pack again, Stiles. This town took it from me, and my family abandoned me. You could be part of that," she said, sighing with a drop of her shoulders. "I want you to be part of that."
She shrugged. "I am. I bit him, and I made him the lacrosse player he wanted to be. I made it that he didn't have to worry a woman working so hard to take care of him. I admit I should have come to him, like I am you now, but my mind..." She shook her head. "Six years listening to your family die does something to you, Stiles. You've known death like that, you have to realize what it does to you."
Her gaze lifted to him. "I killed the insurance adjuster who was paid to cover up the truth about the fires. He let a hunter seduce him, and pay him off, and he said it was electrical. He lied about the fire and bodies for money and sex. How could I defend that and let it go? Would you have let it go if someone came for your father? Do you think Scott wouldn't use what he had for Melissa?
"You wouldn't be mindless, Stiles. You would be brilliant. You would be strong. You would have everything you have now, and so much more. As Scott does. You both have the potential to be such wonderful, amazing men and good family and pack. Especially when my brother returns to us. I want that, Stiles. I want family from those that truly understand it."
She smiled though. "I should tell you though, when you say you don't want it? With those words, I hear your heart race, just a bit. Don't and Want," she said. "Just a tiny bit. You can lie to yourself, Stiles, but not to me."