Fandom:Teen Wolf
Rating:NC-17
Authors:Sxymami0909 and Xtremeroswellia
TimelineTakes place 1 year after the end of ‘Beyond The Sea’
Series:Post Finale AU
Pairings:Stiles/Lydia, Scott/Kira, Isaac Lahey, Sheriff Stilinski, Melissa McCall, Chris Argent, Derek Hale, Cora Hale, Aiden, Ethan, Danny, Braeden, Alan Deaton, Peter Hale, Malia Tate-Hale, mentions of Scott/Allison, mentions of Derek/Lydia, mentions of Stiles/Braeden
Part:3/32
Summary:The one year anniversary of Allison's death is right around the corner just in time for a new threat to make it's way to Beacon Hills. With Lydia's banshee powers growing, and dead bodies piling up near the Nemeton, Scott and his pack need to work together to figure out who's behind the latest attacks and what knew evil is on the lose. Tension is mounting in the pack and relationships will be tested when an old ally returns to town with information that could help the pack. But can the pack trust their old friend or has the year passed hardened him to a point of no return?
Author's Note:This is a Stydia story, but it's a slow burn because a lot needs to be rebuilt and there are mentions of other couples and other friendships along the way. One year has passed between this story and 'Beyond the Sea'. You will get to see the missing year in a series of one-shots taking place between 'Beyond the Sea' and this story later on.
Previous Chapters: | One | Two |
Chapter Three
Scott made his way down the stairs after a long shower that morning. He was still tired from all the tension he was feeling the last few days, and the severe lack of quality sleep. He was having strange but somehow familiar feelings that he couldn’t quite place and it was irking him that he couldn’t figure it out. He raked a hand through his wet hair and headed into the kitchen, yawning but managing a faint smile at his mom. “Hey,” he greeted, kissing her cheek. “Sleep okay?”
Melissa nodded, “I did,” she said with a smile while flipping the whole wheat pancake in the pan. She glanced towards the stairs and then at Scott, “How about you? Sleep any better than last night? And where’s Isaac?” She asked brows drawn together. He was usually downstairs the minute he smelled food.
He grimaced, shaking his head. “Not really,” he admitted. “I’ll catch up this weekend.” He opened the fridge and pulled out the milk and the orange juice. “He’s not sleeping so great either. He just jumped in the shower. He’ll be down soon.”








