Everyone Has Demons [Teen Wolf]

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"Thanks for the history lesson, but back to the question, who sits on the Council?"

"At the time of the Council's creation, there was only one sect equipped for the job. The strongest race of people on the British Isles, who happen to be practically immortal, Tuath Dé," he said. "Of course the Council has strict laws, you know them well I'm sure. It wouldn't be in the best interest of the monarchy or the Council if the Councilmembers had families. Upholding the law comes before everything."

"So over the years the rest of the race died out, except for those on the Council," Brooke said. Deaton nodded. "Until one of them went off and had their own family."

"Mom was a succubus, she taught us how to use our powers, how to stay under the radar," I said.

"So that leaves dad," Brooke said. "He died when we were kids, we never really got to know him."

"What reason would mom have to lie about what he was?" I asked.

She shrugged. "To protect us? You know how crazy the Council is."

"How did your father die?" Deaton asked.

"The Great Fire of London," I said.

"Interesting," he said. "Like most supernatural creatures, Tuath Dé are hard to kill. They're more resilient than most. A fire shouldn't have done it, unless he was trapped on purpose."

"Like the Hale fire," I said. "So, you're saying someone murdered my dad, and in the process a few hundred other people?"

"Either that, or he's still alive."

I looked at Brooke. "You saw them, right, on the other side? You told me you saw them. Both of them."

She hesitated. "Mom spoke to me. She asked me to protect you, to look out for you. She's why I didn't cross the bridge, I've told you that. But...I don't know, I never actually heard dad. There was someone with mom, I assumed that it was dad, but I'm not sure. Everything from then is so blurry, all I really remember is needing to get back to you."

"If dad is out there, he would have let us know," I said with finality.

"Like I said, this theory is less plausible. Most likely it was the cauldron that did this to you," Deaton said. "What's important is learning about what you are, and how you can use that."

XxXxX

"Alright so, look at these apartments and tell me what you think," Stiles said handing me his phone. I looked up at him with a blank stare. "For next year?"

"Right, right," I took the phone and scrolled through the listings. Brooke leaned over and pointed at one, I clicked it and flipped through the pictures. It was nice, two bedroom, large living room, had a decent view.

"I like this one," Brooke declared.

"I knew you would," Stiles said. Even though it had been a few months since Brooke had gained the strength to appear to my friends, it was still weird. It felt like my territory was being encroached on, I preferred it when her snide comments were just in my head. "The sellers like it too. It's going for almost four times what I can pay, but..." he trailed of, scrolling through the phone for another listing. This one was significantly less nice, smaller, terrible view of an alley. "It's only two blocks away from this one, and this is more in my price range."

"Proximity is definitely nice," I said. "But it's not the loft."

"Nothing is ever going to top your precious loft," Stiles said shaking his head. "Since you have such a good eye, why don't you look up some listings yourself? Just forward them to me so I can look for places in the area that are more affordable, okay?"