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Chapter Fifty-Six
💰 Time Of Death 💰

Wren and Malia walked around the Hale loft occasionally looking at things until Wren's phone started ringing. She pulled it out to see Stiles calling her making her sigh softly before turning her phone off. "Stiles again?" Malia asked making Wren glance at her, "Yeah." Wren said and Malia raised her eyebrows.

"How many calls is that?" Malia asked and Wren sighed as she looked at a box, "Ten... in the last thirty minutes." She said. "Are you gonna go out with him when you start talking to him again?" Malia asked making Wren cock an eyebrow at her, "Do remember that I just got out of a relationship like three weeks ago." Wren said and Malia shrugged slightly before Wren furrowed her brows.

"Hold on- Why would I date Stiles?" Wren asked and Malia gave her a look, "Because you like him." She said and Wren's eyes widened slightly. "Did Lydia tell you about the crush I had on him when I was nine?" She asked and Malia shook her head, "No, but you just did." She said making Wren roll her eyes.

"And I can tell you like him. I'm bad at math, not people." Malia said and Wren hummed and raised her eyebrows, "You're bad at both but we love you for it." She said before glancing around until she noticed the safe in the middle of the room.

"You think the giant safe would be to obvious?" Wren asked making Malia look over before walking over to it. She broke the handle off, handing it to Wren who just looked at it before sighing as Malia opened the door. Malia pulled out a folder with "Malia Tate - Adoption Records" written on it.

"Looks like we found what we're looking for." Wren said and Malia was about to say something but the sound of footsteps made them turn around to see Peter walking into the vault. "I've got to buy a better safe." He said and Wren raised her eyebrows, "Surprised you didn't after you got robbed a hundred and seventeen million dollars." She said and Peter gave her a look before pointing at the file in Malia's hands.

"I can't let you leave with that." He said and Malia shrugged slightly, "Maybe you won't have a choice." She said and Peter raised his eyebrows. "Is that right?" He asked and she nodded, "I think I could take you. Wren could probably take you." Malia said and Wren shrugged slightly making Peter look at them in amusement.

"You've heard rumors I'm not as strong as I used to be?" Peter asked and Wren scoffed slightly, "Something like that..." She mumbled. Peter smirked in amusement before slamming his fist on a pillar making part of it crumble. Malia jumped slightly while Wren just sighed softly and rolled her eyes, "You know, you werewolves have an interesting way of trying to be intimidating when in reality, you're just a bunch of drama queens." Wren said.

The two girls glanced at each other and Malia just shook her head slightly before holding the file out to Peter. "I said you can't leave with it. I didn't say you couldn't read it." He said before looking at Wren, "You on the other hand. Yours I couldn't find." He said and she shrugged slightly.

"That's because there was only two copies. My mom has one and my dad had the other." She said before pulling a file out of her bag, "Now my biological father has the other." She said as she handed it to him. He grabbed it and opened it while Malia looked through hers, which one of the papers had a hole in it and blood on it.

"You wanna talk about it? See a family counselor?" Peter asked and Wren raised her eyebrows, "You definitely need one." She mumbled while Malia set her file down. "There's nothing in there." Malia said and Peter looked offended, "It cost me a lot of money to get that file." He said and Malia raised her eyebrows. "You got ripped off." She said before grabbing Wren's hand, walking around Peter as he walked past them.

"You know what happens when you only hear one side of the story? You've only heard one side of the story." Peter said making Wren scoff, "You murdered people. One of them being your own niece." Wren said and Peter shrugged slightly.

"There were extenuating circumstances." He said and Malia raised her eyebrows, "Like what? The fire?" She asked.

"A fire that nearly burned me alive. Six years in a coma- do you know what that's like for one of us? It's not a pleasant sleep. Imagine it... Being trapped in your body, but fully cognizant, unable to do anything other than listen to your own thoughts slowly driving you absolutely and totally insane. Minute by minute, day by day." He said and Wren raised her eyebrows, "Sounds like a long extended term of sleep paralysis." She said.

"Yes, I've done horrible, terrible things... And so have a lot of people. And horrible, terrible things are going to keep happening... especially when there's a Deadpool with both your names on it." He said and the girls glanced at each other for a moment. "But not yours." Malia said and Peter stared at them for a moment as he leaned against the safe.

"True. But I'm not the Benefactor. I'm just a guy who's out millions of dollars, a few thousand of which I used trying to help you two." He said and Wren raised her eyebrows, "Us?" She asked. "How does the bad guy prove that he's not so bad? By doing an act of kindness." He asked and Malia shook her head slightly, "What could you ever do for me?" She asked.

"Help you find both of your mothers, which yes, you have different mothers." He said and Wren hummed in amusement, "So our father is a man whore. That's fun." She said, smiling when Peter gave her a look. "I'm pretty interested myself, as the memories were stolen from me by my sister, Talia." He said and Malia raised her eyebrows, "Okay, what did you find?" She asked.

"A woman- might be her. I don't have a name yet... Just a particularly interesting alias. She's called "the Desert Wolf." Do you know what that means?" He asked and Malia nodded slightly, "Coyote." She said before Peter looked at Wren.

"Yours was a lot easier to figure out. I was friends with her back in highschool. Her name was Nora Wilson." He asked and she hummed and raised her eyebrows. "You had friends?" She asked and he rolled his eyes, "You know, I had my suspicions about what you are. But now that I know you're my daughter, it only conformed them." He said making Wren furrow her brows.

"How does that conform them?" She asked, "Because your mother was the same thing as you. A Seer." He said making Wren and Malia glance at each other. Peter pulled a box off a shelf and handed it to Wren, "This is everything that's left of your mother." He said and she raised her eyebrows as she grabbed the box.

"What's left?" She asked and he sighed, "Your mother died giving birth. There's pictures of her in there, along with some of her things and her journals." He said and she look at him. "She had a journal?" She asked and he nodded, "Different than yours. She didn't write stories, she wrote memoirs." He said and Wren glanced down at the box.

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Wren sat down on her bed, staring a the small box before sighing and opening it. Right on top of everything was a couple journals making Wren pull them out. She ran her fingers across the "Nora Wilson's Memoirs" written on the cover. She stared at the journals for a moment before grabbing one and opening it.

February 2nd, 1988 -
So, I'm not entirely sure what to say or how to start this. I don't really want this to sound like a project for school, how lame would that be? Anyways, my mom told me I should write these since all my abilities has came in. She said it helps people like us understand and remember it all. Everytime I have a dream I need to write it down the second I wake up, I need to write down the feelings I get, etc...

I guess I should probably explain what my "abilities" are. My mom said that all the women in our family are "Seers". Our abilities are Psychometry, Oneiromancy, Claircognizance, Empathy and True Sight... There might be some more but I'm not entirely sure yet. We tend to always have Claircognizance and Empathy out whole life but when we turn 16 our Psychometry, Oneiromancy and True Sight start to come in.

I'm not sure if or how I'm going to tell Talia about this. Talia is my best friend by the way, not sure if I should mention that even though no ones going to read these things. Is this technically a diary? A journal? Memoir? Are those all the same thing? I'm getting off track.

I was supposed to write down that I had a dream about Talia's brother asking me to his junior prom. Peter Hale annoys me so much but I know I'm probably going to end up saying yes. God, why do I have to be such a loser. 

I guess I should probably explain the whole Seer thing. Maybe it'll help me understand everything.

Psychometry is the ability to discover facts about an event or person by touching inanimate objects associated with them. Basically say if your friend was missing, all you do is touch something of theirs. It can be something like the end of their bed frame to their phone to an earring. And that object will jumpstart a vision of whatever is happening to that person. It might also make you see something that happened in the past or will happen in the future.

Claircognizance is also called clear-knowing, divine knowing, or drop-in insight.  Claircognizant information often comes in like a light bulb in your head, or a sudden bright and clear idea. Basically you know things without ever knowing it or learning it before hand. You kind of have this ability your whole life. It's kind of the reason how all the women in my family are always the top of their classes.

Oneiromancy is where you dream of future events. It doesnt happen everytime you sleep, its pretty random. You can go from having dreams of the future for a whole week to not having anything for a month. But you can dream about something as small as you tripping tomorrow to something as big as your best friend dying in a couple days. Sucks, I know.

Empathy is where you can feel what other people are feeling. For example, if you focus on someone crying a wave of sadness will hit you like a... well like a wave. This is another ability you have basically your whole life.

True Sight is when you can see if someone is supernatural and what they are. But my mom said you only see it once for every person. We might even be able to see spirits with it, but only of they want you to.

Depending on the person, during Psychometry you can either draw what you see, write what you see, verbally explain it as you're seeing it. It depends on the kind of things you like to do.

I mentioned it before but my mom said that its always better for Seers to write what they dream in a journal. Because like every other person, we can forget our dreams pretty quickly. You only really vaguely remember them, not enough for it to be helpful. So when you wake up after having a dream about the future, write it as quick as you can before you forget.

Same with the Psychometry and True sight. Once you see something you have to either tell someone, draw it, or write about it literally seconds after you see it. Because you can forget the things you see or dream about within seconds.

Seer powers sound cool and like they'll make life easier and everything until you lean that we only know the future for a limited amount of time. People aren't supposed to know the future, so it kinda makes us literal freaks of nature and punishes us by giving us horrible memory.

I feel sorry for all the Seers who dont have someone there to tell them that. I can't imagine what it would be like to dream future events, Invision past, present or future events when you touch something or see flashes of Werewolf when you look at someone and forget it seconds later, not knowing you have to tell someone or draw it or write about it.

My mom also said that learning and practicing Tarot Cards can help us get a better grasp of our abilities so I'm gonna have to start that. She also said that Seers get their abilities from a thing called "the Nemeton"? She said it's a giant magical tree that cut down. I don't know, sounds crazy to me.

March 9th, 1988 -
I think I might use this thing to write about anything I want to talk about but not necessarily say out loud. Uh, prom was last night and it went surprisingly well. Peter didnt annoy me at all, shocking right?  Don't get me wrong though, I still don't like him but I can admit that he has his good moments. I almost feel bad for little Laura and Derek for having Peter Hale as an uncle.

Can't wait until his graduation so I dont have to see him in ever again.

Anyways, the main reason I'm writing right now. I had a dream about a house fire, I'm not sure when its going to happen or whose house is going to catch on fire. But, I told every single person who knows that I'm a seer about the dream so they all know to be careful. I'm not sure if doing that will change the future or not though.

My mom said its always a 50/50 type of thing. In her experience, small things are changeable like running out of gas, but big things like death is unchangeable. God I hope I don't ever dream about someone dying.

May 19th, 1988 -
I had a dream last night about my mom dying in a hospital bed... And half an hour ago my mom told me that she found out that she has breast cancer. I told her about the dream and she said that she had the same dream last week. That's what got her to go get checked.

She said that she's not even going to bother with chemotherapy. Why use all your weakening strength to fight for something that you know wont happen? I'm coming to terms with it... not really but I was hoping if I say that enough I might actually come to terms with it all. Doubt it though.

June 5th, 1990 :
Graduation is in a few days, I'm excited to finally be able to get out of High School. Although, I did have a dream last night were I tip going up the stairs to the stage. I changed the shoes I was planning on wearing so hopefully I can avoid that. If not then at least I'm prepared for the embarrassment.

Wish my mom was here to see me graduate though.

April 1st, 1994 -
I came back to Beacon Hills last week to visit Talia, Laura and Derek. Laura is now 11 and Derek is now 6, they've definitely gotten older since the last time I've been here. But um, that's not why I'm writing this.

The other night, I ran into Peter and he asked me if I wanted to catch up. I was hoping in the last six year, he might have gotten less annoying, so I agreed. We had some drinks... and I think you can guess what happened next. When I woke up the next morning, I kind of panicked and left. Havent spoken to him since.

Now onto the dream I had list night. I saw myself standing in front of a mirror with a very pregnant belly. I figured that Peter might be the cause of that, unless I dreamed years into the future. I asked Talia to take his memory about that night away so he doesn't suspect that baby is his.

I know, if someone ever reads this they're going to say I'm a bitch for not wanting the father of my child to know about his kid. I just can't imagine him actually being a good father, or at least a good enough father. And I had a deadbeat dad, I don't want my kid to have to deal with that as well. I'd much rather be a single mother until I actually fall in love.

If I have a daughter will she be a Werewolf or a Seer? Or both? That'd be interesting, also a pain in the ass.

January 27th, 1995 -
One of the worst part about being a Seer is that you dream about your own death. Apparently, I'm going to be one of the unlucky ones who don't completely make it through child birth, which is going to be some time in the next few weeks. At least I know I'm lucky enough to hold my daughter a least once before I die.

I told Talia about the dream, I would love if she took my daughter in but she already has little baby Cora... and Laura and Derek. But she promised that shes going to make sure my daughter gets adopted by a wonderful family.

Talia also said she going to take all these journals into her family vault. I want my daughter to get all of these when she turns 16, hopefully if she's like me these will help her. Talia is going to make sure my daughter gets these, even if she has to tell her adopted parents about the supernatural. Hopefully those people dont have to deal with a learning werewolf every month. God forbid a period during a full moon.

I know a lot of parents dont tell their kids that they're adopted until they're at least a teenager. I also know that a lot of kids start "hating" their parents when they find out their adopted. And I can understand both sides, the parents might want to wait until you're old enough to fully understand it all and maybe it helps them feel like you're their kid. While you might feel like you've been lied to or your whole life is a lie and maybe like you dont know who you are anymore.

If that happens to my daughter and now she's reading this, don't hate your parents. At this point, they are definitely more your parents then Peter and I. They may not be your blood but they are your family, family isn't always blood. Weather you have two moms or two dads or a mom and a dad. Weather you have any siblings that are either blood related to your parents or also adopted... I hope you still love them like you did before you found out.

Also, I am leaving my deck of Tarot cards for you as a gift. There should be a couple pages in my first journal that explains how to use them. And if that's not enough, I'm sure that if you are a Seer, you probably just know how to use them already.

I trust that Talia will find a wonderful family for my daughter. Although I just have one request. That my daughter gets named after my mother.

Wren. 
                           Yours truly -
                                             Nora Wilson

Wren sighed softly as she closed the journal before grabbing the box and pulling it closer. She pulled out a wooden box that had a deck of tarot cards in them before setting them down next to her. She looked in the box again before pulling out some lose pictures. Looking through some of the pictures of Nora, ranging from kid to adult, Wren can definitely tell where she got her looks from.

She paused for a moment on one picture. Nora was probably sixteen to seventeen in the picture with a seventeen to eighteen year old Peter Hale next to her. Peter seemed perfectly fine with the picture while Nora seemed awkward. Peter or Talia probably made her take the picture.