That night I laid in bed, unable to sleep. Scott basically had to force Liam to leave and go home and once he left I was alone, truly alone, for the first time since being taken. Well, that was until my bedroom door creaked open. I sat up in a panic, irrational thoughts racing through my mind such that it was a Ghost Rider or Douglas coming back for me, but instead I saw my older brother smiling at me from the doorway.

"What are you doing Scott?" I asked, falling back into my bed with a sigh of relief.

"Coming to sleep in here." he explained, flopping down beside me on my bed.

I looked over at him in amusement. Usually I would protest, but tonight I wanted the company. I smiled as I moved over, "McCall sibling slumber party?" I asked. When we were younger we had sleepovers every weekend in which we would stay up almost all night talking and eating junk food much to our mother's dismay.

Scott laughed as he pulled some chocolate bars from the pocket on his hoodie, "McCall sibling slumber party." he confirmed.

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We had stayed up most of the night talking and Scott had told me everything about what they had done to free us. From the part of my physics teacher being a Nazi, to Theo and Liam working together, to him subjecting himself to cryotherapy in Parrish's freeze chamber in order to tap into his memories of Stiles and I and created a rift. When I had asked him what memories he had with me, he told me he thought of the night him and Stiles revealed to me that he was a werewolf.

I almost laughed at the memory the two older boys coming into my bedroom one night, each of them sitting on either side of me. I was in 8th grade, and annoyed that my stupid brother and his friend were interrupting whatever I had been doing on my phone.

Of course, being Stiles and Scott, they didn't get right to the point, instead they gave me a huge speech about how there are things in this world that didn't always make sense, but no matter what they were still the same Scott and Stiles and they would both always be there to protect me. Finally after 10 minutes, they told me everything. I remember basically laughing in their faces and telling them werewolves only existed in Twilight. That of course resulted in Scott hesitantly showing me what he was capable of.

I remember breaking down in tears at the sight of my brother wielding fangs, claws and red eyes. I buried my head in Stiles' chest as Scott tried to console me, telling me he was still my brother and he would never hurt me.

Once I calmed down they told me everything they could, explaining all the nights I had been woken up when Scott came in at 3am, exhausted and sometimes covered in wounds which would be gone the next morning. They explained to me how Scott's asthma had magically disappeared and how he suddenly became an amazing lacrosse player. They explained, Lydia and Kira and Malia, Isaac and Allison, they explained everything. All of these people who I had grown close to were more than what they seemed.

I remember feeling like I was on top of the world when I began to accept everything, I mean what could go wrong when your brother is a werewolf?

Apparently, a lot. Allison, who had been like an older sister to me, died a few months later.

With all the bad things that came with knowing about Scott's secret, a lot of good came with it too. I had been closer to my brother than ever. Not to mention much closer with Stiles, Lydia and Malia. Most importantly, it lead me to Liam and I wouldn't change a thing, even if it meant living a normal teenage life. Being in the pack made me who I was and I would be forever grateful that Scott and Stiles had let me in on their little secret.

I know this is a short chapter but I wanted to give a little insight into how syd found out about scott since I've never talked about it.

I hope you all enjoyed and have a good easter if you celebrate it

-maddy xoxoxo