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First published: 18th July 2017
Last updated: 16th November 2021

Peter and Stiles looked at Selene in horror. Stiles had no idea what was going on. Peter had only heard of things like this happening in stories from his childhood. They tried to guess what she was thinking but with irises as white as the moon itself it was hard read.

"Her eyes are white." Stiles pointed to Selene. "I'm sure they were gold..." He used the same hand to cover his mouth. Peter nodded processing the information. "That's bad right?" Stiles asked.
"Very bad." Peter answered. The moment he spoke Selene began to growl. It was like she noticed them for the first time. "That's worse!" Peter said. He was getting ready to run and leave Stiles behind for Selene to eat. But he also noted that Derek wouldn't be pleased which would ruin his end game.

"What do we do?" Stiles whispered. Selene stopped growling. Peter tilted his head.
"I don't know." He admitted. Selene began to growl again. "That's strange... She stopped growling when you spoke but when I talk..."
"So she doesn't like you... who knew!" Stiles joked his fears. Selene stopped again.
"Just let me test something out." Peter said. He grew his fangs and went to bite Stiles.
"Hey man! What the hell? Stop!" Stiles tried to pull away from Peter. 

Selene charged at the grown man. Her own fangs and claws out. Peter immediately stepped away from Stiles and held his hands up in surrender. Selene stood in between the two men. "Dude!" Stiles shouted.
"Your minds are linked. If anyone can get her to stop this... its you." Peter realized.
"Our minds are linked? What the hell does that mean?" Stiles asked. 

Peter's eyes narrowed.
"Has no one told you. Gosh things are worse here then I thought. Selene is an Empathic wolf yes?"
"Yeah..." Stiles confirmed.
"All Empathic wolves have a split soul. A split mind... A human who keeps them from doing... Well this." He gestured to Selene who's eyes had not left Peter. "Like an anchor for ordinary wolves to stop them from turning but much more powerful. A Mentis Alterum."
"You mentioned that earlier. I still don't understand a single word you are saying."

"Come on Stiles!" Peter shouted in disbelief. "Mentis Alterum! One soul. One mind. A connection so strong there are stories in every religion going back to before time. Selene can't hurt you as it would hurt herself. Think of it as glorified soul mates."
"Soul mates? Seriously? You are saying Selene and I are soul mates?"
"That's exactly what I'm saying. And you might be our only hope to make sure she doesn't go crazy and kill everyone in this town." 

"Okay." Stiles gulped. Suddenly feeling the weight of the world on his shoulders. "Why would she be doing this right now?"
"It's obvious." Peter scoffed. "For months Boyd and Cora... the other wolf in the vault." Peter reiterated for Stiles. Derek had informed them on the phone that the mystery wolf was Cora. "Have been cooped up in that vault. Never turning. Never feeling the moon then all at once. The power of three moons hits them. Selene has an emotional connection to every pack member."
"Yeah. I remember a few months back. She went crazy when Isaac lost control..." Stiles eyes widened. "Wait. If I'm understanding what you are saying that means not only is she feeling the moon herself but its been dialed up to 100 times two?"

"That's exactly what I'm saying and you are the only person who is stopping her from going on a rampage." Peter had changed his mind. He had wanted to leave Stiles but right now, the safest place to be is right by his side.
"Selene?" Stiles said trying to get her attention. "Come on Sel. You need to calm." Peter nodded at Stiles encouraging him. "Say it with me. Alpha Beta Omega. Alpha Beta Omega."
"NO!" Selene shouted. She ran away from them and smashed through the window. Peter and Stiles ran after her. They were in the penthouse. She had jumped out the window like it was nothing. From the railing on the roof they watched as Selene ran away from them into the night.
"So much for me being the only one to control her." Stiles commented. Peter scoffed and went back inside.
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Lydia sat by the poolside crying. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening. She was going to wake up and this was going to all be a dream. The sound of her tears were joined by the sound of a car pulling up.
"Lydia?" It was Stiles. He saw that she was crying. "Are you okay what happened?" Lydia looked at him in confusion.
"Did you not read my text? How are you here?"
"Your text? What do you mean?" Stiles shook his head. "I'm following Selene. She's kinda... not with it. She's on a murderous rampage and I need to stop her."
"Murder?" Lydia whispered. Her eyes looked off to the right. Stiles followed her gaze and gasped in astonishment at how much blood was on the floor. He looked up the trail of blood and saw a very dead man. 

"Okay. Okay. Are you okay?" he asked. Lydia nodded her head. "I'm just going to call my dad."
"I already called 911" Lydia admitted.
"You called the police before you called me?"
"I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?"
"YES!" Stiles shouted finally losing his cool. He began to mumble under his breath while dialing Scott. He explained the dead body to Scott. "Yep. Throat ripped out, blood everywhere. It's like the frickin' shining over here. Two little twin girls come out of the woods, start asking me to play with them forever and ever, I'm not gonna be surprised.... Make sure it was them? Scott, who else is going around ripping throats out?" Stiles took a step closer to the body.

"It wasn't us." An odd voice said from behind them. They both screamed and turned around. It was Selene. Her white eyes looked into theirs. Stiles pulled Lydia behind him.
"Scott we also need some help here. Selene, she's gone a bit crazy. Her eyes are glowing white. Its really creepy and she hates everyone but me. She's also referring to herself as 'us' which is always borderline crazy."
"What? White eyes? Are you sure?" Scott's voice said ignoring everything else Stiles had just said.
"Yes, I'm sure I'm looking into them right now. Usually I would love looking into my girlfriends eyes but right now not so much."
"Derek says to bring her here." Scott hung up and Stiles took small steps towards Selene.

"Sel?" He asked quietly. The thoughts of her doing this to the dead man ran through his head.
"It wasn't us Stiles." She said angrily. "I was only brought here by her." Selene pointed a long finger at Lydia.
"Me?" Lydia squeaked.
"You were so scared your emotions screamed out to the night. I only had to follow the voice." Selene said. Her voice deep and her words were slow. Stiles and Lydia were terrified. 

"Well..." Stiles gulped. "You're here. Great. Please don't run away. We need to fix you. We need to understand what is happening." He held his hand out and walked slowly towards her. Selene did as he asked until she saw the dead body.
"I can't stay here Stiles." Her natural voice said. "I might hurt you."
"You could never hurt me." Stiles reassured. Selene shook her head.
"No. Stay back!" She shouted. She turned and ran into the forest. 

"Damn!" Stiles shouted. "How am I supposed to keep her calm if she keeps running away from me!" He kicked the ground. "What direction is that?" He pointed towards the trees. Lydia thought for a moment.
"The school." She finally said.
"Okay. That is where Derek and Scott are. Maybe they can stop her."
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"White eyes?" Chris repeated. Scott nodded.
"That is what Stiles told me." Scott shrugged. Chris frowned. Never in his whole career had he heard of a wolf with white eyes.
"That's impossible" Derek scoffed. "A wolf with white eyes! That's just a stupid storied young wolves get told." He paced up and down the same spot.
"Well we haven't heard it." Isaac said sarcastically. "Tell us." 

"There was once a wolf. They had white eyes and they went crazy. They lusted for blood. It was said that they had the anger of one thousand wolves. They hurt their loved ones, and nothing could stop them. We were told as children if we didn't control ourselves on the full moon, we would turn into one. A white wolf. As children we would tease each other if we lost control. We would call each other White wolves. It was humiliating as well as scary. If that isn't motivation to stay in control, I don't know what is... but it's just a story." 

"But Selene has control?" Scott said. He was confused.
"But not tonight..." Chris trailed off. The three wolves looked at him. "Allison told me that Selene had empathetic capabilities. She was connected to everyone but there was a stronger bond between her pack members. Your sister isn't a pack member, but she used to be. Right now you have two very unstable wolves and if Selene can feel what they feel but in double. Then the horror story might not be a story."

"Then what is keeping her from joining Boyd and Cora? From killing people?" Scott asked.
"Stiles." Derek replied deadpan. Scott looked confused again. "They share the same mind. Her and Stiles have the same mind. Yes, she might feel the moon twice over but there is that small piece of human still sitting in the back of her head." Twigs snapped behind them. they all turned quickly. It was Selene. Derek looked at her with horror when he saw her eyes. It wasn't possible. Her mouth opened slowly. 

"They didn't feel the moon and I didn't feel them." Her voice was slow and haunted. It sent a shiver down the groups' spine. It wasn't natural. "They can't control themselves and neither can I. They will rip this town apart and I will feel their anguish. I've never felt power like this before."
"Selene. You need to stop." Derek said with command in his voice. "Can you hear yourself talking right now? This is not the Selene I helped raise." He flashed his red alpha eyes at her. She didn't even flinch. She took a step closer to him. "Selene stop!" Derek ordered. It was useless.

"I have more power then you." She taunted. "You said yourself. I have the power of one thousand wolves. I listen to no one." Derek was in despair. He didn't know what to do. Not as an Alpha or as her adoptive brother.
"Listen to this." Chris said pointing his gun at her. A dart flew out of the gun and got her in the side of the neck. She squeaked before pulling it out. She threw it across the forest floor.

"YOU!" She shouted. She took a step forward but lost her balance. Derek caught her as her eyes fluttered closed. Her body was limp in his arms.
"What did you do?" Derek asked. Chris looked at his gun.
"Non-lethal, non-toxic wolfsbane sedative. Enough to knock her out cold for hours which gives us plenty of time to catch the other two. Maybe when she wakes up she will be back to normal."
"Thank god." Isaac held onto his chest. "Did you guys hear her voice? Terrifying."
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Selene groaned. There was a light in her eyes and it was burning. It felt like the sun itself was inside her eyelids. The light stopped and Selene blinked through her vision. It wasn't the sun. It was Deaton shining a light in her eyes.

"Good. You're awake." Deaton said. His arms crossed. "You gave everyone quite the scare. It was good thinking on Chris' part. With out him god only knows what you would have done. It was Scott's idea to bring you here. Good thing too. Your mother warned me something like this might happen." He said with a sigh. Selene's brow furrowed. This was the second day in a row Deaton had mentioned her mother.

"My mother? How do you know my mother?" Deaton held his hand up.
"We'll talk about that later. For now we need to let everyone know you are awake and safe and not... as Stiles put it... Creepy." He smiled slightly.
"Where is everyone?" Selene asked.
"Derek... Derek was badly hurt last night. I offered him help but he refused. I imagine he is back home licking his wounds... Scott and Stiles are at the hospital."
"The hospital! Why?"

"So Boyd and Cora might not have killed anyone? Like Selene said."
"You're gonna wish they did."
"Why?"
"I'm not exactly sure yet. the other girl who was out in the woods, Emily? Eventually they're gonna find her. She's one of them. Emily, Heather... That guy Lydia found at the pool. All three were virgins... And they're all gonna have the same three injuries... strangled, throat slashed, head bashed in. It's called the threefold death."
"So if these aren't random killings, then what are they?"
"Sacrifices. Human sacrifices."

AN: Stiles' awesome speech at the end. Sends shivers down my spine every time.
In this chapter we saw what Selene is capable of... The White Wolf... She shouldn't have any problems controlling her powers in the future... unless something goes wrong with Stiles... hmmmmmm