Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father’s sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin’s, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack, as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.
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Finding someone who had been in hiding for the better part of their life was a lot harder than the Argent duo had anticipated. In the two weeks they had been on the island, (Y/N) and Henry had seen some locals more times than they had spotted Raina, not that it would be hard since they hadn’t caught wind of the alpha.
Part of them wished they had gone to Puerto Rico on vacation. That way, they would be able to enjoy the beautiful beaches and the exquisite cuisine. Instead, they had spent their stay in paradise searching through the streets of Jayuya in search of a woman who didn’t know she was being looked for. Some shop owners had confirmed they had seen her around, but she never really spoke much and had only come to their store one or two times. Other than a few sightings, no one seemed to know anything about Raina.
It was easy to grow disheartened. (Y/N) was quickly losing faith that she would ever come to meet her mother. She felt as though she was chasing a ghost, the mirage of a woman she couldn't know was real, save for a grainy picture Peter had provided and her father's memory. Well, and her. She was proof Raina existed, somewhere deep in the foliage of Puerto Rico, her mother breathed.
“What's going through your head, kiddo?” Henry snapped her out of her thoughts as they ate their breakfast of oatmeal and fruits—the same meal they'd had to start the day for two weeks. “You're so quiet today.”
“I don't...,” she sighed, unable to find the words to express the disappointment she was feeling. “I thought we'd be a lot closer to getting her by now. I mean, I'm halfway through my summer vacation and all I've done is hike and practice my Spanish.”
“Honey, if this is getting too hard for you, just say the word and I'll get one of my guys here to help me,” he offered. It was clear that he was concerned about his daughter. Tiredness had clung to (Y/N)'s face in the form of dark undereye bags, joined by a hollowness to her cheeks. The girl wasn't sleeping well, and she wasn't eating enough for the strenuous physical exercise they were doing every day. “You don't have to push yourself any further.”
“No, I don't want someone else to find her, dad,” she said exasperatedly. “I just... I thought maybe she'd somehow feel that I was here. That she would sense my closeness and come running. And there would be hugs and tears, and just overall happiness. But all I've gotten is mosquito bites and mud stuck to my skin. I guess I just thought it would be like when you found her.”
Henry wrapped his daughter in a hug, kissing the top of her head as he attempted to calm her worries. “Munchkin, I can't explain what happened between me and Raina all those years ago. It wasn't something normal,” he said. The vibrations of his voice rang through (Y/N), soothing her quickly before tears of frustration were able to leave her eyes. “But I'm sure if she knew you were here, she'd come running. We'll find her soon enough, kid. We just gotta keep at it.”
“Why does it feel like we're never going to?” she sighed. “No matter what we do, it feels like she's just getting farther and farther away.”
“(Y/N), sweetheart,” he cooed, “if you need some time, we can...”
“No. I wanna keep going. She can't be found if we're just here crying about it.”
After leaving their food untouched, Henry decided (Y/N) needed a breather. It was clear she needed a moment to just breathe and simply be. He packed up the Jeep like they normally did. Yet instead of heading to the treks that led to the mountains, the man made a stop at a local bakery. Surprise splattered across the girl's face, but before she could argue, Henry was out and standing in line.
Truthfully, Henry felt guilty. In a matter of months, he'd put his daughter through unimaginable pain and turmoil, all because of the lies his family had forced him to carry for years. He had tried his best to shelter (Y/N) from it, to keep the disappointment and hurt to a minimum, to try and have control of the narrative. But he could have never guessed what was waiting for them in Beacon Hills, much less that it would lead them to the mountains of Puerto Rico in search of the one he had to let get away.
He ordered for them both after telling (Y/N) to get a table, ignoring the questioning glance, making her eyes squint and her brows furrow. She hadn't been eating or sleeping well. She spent her nights studying trails or working out, always keeping her mind busy. He knew she needed a break, and a good meal from a local shop would be just the thing.
“You know we already ate, right?” (Y/N) said as Henry sat with a few brown paper bags in his hands. “Why are we here, dad?’
“We didn't really eat, though,” he smiled, pulling item after item from the bags. “And you need to get a good hearty meal to keep going, kid. And the food here... oh, it'll fuel you for days!”
“You talk like you've been here before,” she chuckled, inspecting the sandwich in her hands that was almost as big as her head. She couldn't lie, the smell alone was making her mouth water, but the sight of it made her stomach grumble, reminding her of her untouched bowl of oatmeal. And when she took the first bite... “God, this is amazing! Holy shit... sorry.”
“No, holy shit is the right expression,” Henry grinned, taking a bite of his own sandwich. “I've only been to the island once before. Many years ago, with Chris. We'd gotten here really late in the night—like two or three in the morning—and we didn't think anything would be open. So, we asked the taxi driver if there was any place where we could get a heavy meal, and he took us to a food truck off to the side of the road. He ordered for us, telling us to trust him, and he came back with two sandwiches just like these.
“When I tell you it was one of the best things I've ever sunk my teeth into,” he said. “It's a tripleta—pardon the accent. It's got ham, grilled pork shoulder—pernil—and steak. That's why it's called that. Three meats accompanied by potato sticks and a mayonnaise-ketchup mixture, all inside their own type of sweet bread. It's truly heaven on earth.”
“I can tell,” (Y/N) smiled. “This is amazing. And the coffee... wow.”
“You're hungry now, huh?” Henry teased. “I could tell you needed something good. Something better than just oatmeal.”
“So, we've basically been having crap when this has been here all along?” the girl joked. “I mean, what else have you been keeping from me?”
“Well, their dinners are also really good.”
“Dad! Why have we been cooking our own meals?!”
“We're keeping to what you wanted, kid,” he said. “You said we weren't on a vacation and that we had to minimize wasted time. In this family, the women are the strategists. I was raised to follow.”
“I'm a kid. Why would you ever listen to me when you knew this was here?”
“Just eat your food,” Henry laughed. “It'll do you some good.”
It was the first time in the two weeks she had been on the island that (Y/N) felt spirited again. Maybe it was the food. Or maybe it was that at that moment, she felt like a kid with her father learning something new instead of two hunters in search of a hidden wolf. She felt her worries evaporate for a second, lifting the weight that had fallen on her shoulders. She felt she could breathe, like she was allowed to smile and laugh.
Since knowing what had happened to her mother, (Y/N) had not stopped thinking about the misfortune that had befallen her simply because of who her heart had chosen to fall for. Raina had lost her father, her home, and her partner all because the Argents couldn't fathom werewolves being good. It had been so ingrained in their sense of self that hating those creatures was the one and only way to live, that ripping a family apart meant nothing to them. It sent chills down her spine to think that was the genetics she carried inside her, but one look at her father and she could see there was at least one person who was different.
Still, he'd still hunted. It was kill or be killed, and he chose the former—she couldn't condemn him for that when she would have done the same. What she could be thankful for was that he had not turned into someone like Allison. Someone who was manipulated through her grief to see her cousin and even the boy she loved as nothing but obstacles. All because she wanted to believe anyone else but the hunters’ hatred was at fault for her mother's death.
It was that very sentiment that had taken her away from the woman who had given her life. Instead, raised by the woman who had been so cruel as to not even allow Raina a simple touch of her own daughter. A woman who had threatened, lied, and pressured her father to keep a monumental secret and allow (Y/N) to believe she was her mother. A woman who had been heartless and callous, but she couldn't help but still have love for. Rebecca was the only person who had filled a role she didn't know was missing, and she had done it well.
“Can you tell me more about her?” (Y/N) asked sheepishly. “A-about Raina, I mean.”
A warm smile spread across Henry's face. “Of course,” he replied. “What do you want to know?”
“I don't know,” she shrugged. “Anything, I guess. How did you feel when you first saw her?”
“Well,” he smiled, “I could tell there was something different—special—about her. But it was her smile that truly drew me in. Even while everyone around her pushed her away at the start, she kept that beautiful smile on her face. You actually got yours from her.”
(Y/N)'s fingers flew to her lips, ghosting over them as they stretched into a smile. “You've got a lot of things from her, actually,” Henry continued. “Your hair, your nose, your brain, even the way you laugh. I've seen her in you every day.”
“Was it hard raising me?”
“What do you mean, kid?”
“I mean, you had to look me in the eye for seventeen years and be constantly reminded of the person you lost,” she muttered. “Didn't it hurt?”
“Of course not, munckin,” he assured, placing a comforting hand over hers. “Having you is one of the only reasons I had to keep going. Being able to see you reminded me of the woman who I knew was still out there waiting for me to find her. You gave me hope, (Y/N).”
Once they were done with their food, they went to the chairs outside to finish their coffees with a couple of quesitos. (Y/N) looked out at the scenery before her. Somewhere beyond those trees, her mother was waiting. She wanted to believe Raina was close, that the restlessness she felt was the same one her father had felt all those years before.
“Excuse me,” a voice startled the duo. The man who had taken their orders approached him, a soft smile dancing on his face. “I don't mean to interrupt, but your face is, uh, is very familiar.”
“Oh, um, well, I've never been here before,” (Y/N) chuckled. “I don't think we could have met.”
“No,” he laughed. “I mean, you look like someone who comes here a lot. A woman who moved here a little over two years ago. I don't forget a face, and you have her smile.”
(Y/N) felt her heart skip a beat at that moment, and she could tell her father had made the instant connection as well. Could it be that she had been closer to Raina than they knew? Could it be that the universe was finally giving them the sign they so desperately needed?
“Do you by chance remember her name?”
“Her name, uh,” the man thought. “I'm good with faces but not names. It was something like Raisa, or...”
“Raina,” Henry interjected. “Could it have been Raina?”
“Yes! That's exactly right,” he exclaimed. “You know her?”
“Something like that,” the Argent man chuckled. “By chance, do you know where we could find her?”
“Oh yeah. She's just thirty minutes up the road,” he said. “She gets ten pounds of pan sobao every Wednesday.”
“Do you think you could tell us where that is?” Henry continued, unsure of how he'd gotten this opportunity. “We've been having some difficulty tracking her down, and it's very important we find her.”
“Well, it can be tricky to get there if you don't know the roads here,” the man said. “But I'm going there tomorrow, and I could show you the way.”
“Really? You would do that?” (Y/N) questioned. “You don't even know us.”
“I can tell you are good people,” he smiled. “Just meet me here at seven in the morning. My name is Yadier.”
“Well, I am Henry, and this is my daughter, (Y/N),” Henry said. “I guess we will see you tomorrow.”
When Yadier left, the Argent duo could not believe their luck. After what felt like a hopeless two weeks, things were finally starting to turn around. All this time, they had been less than an hour away from Raina and somehow had missed her every time. But now, they were only a day away from possibly coming face-to-face with the woman who would turn everything around for them.
After going back to the hotel, (Y/N) and Henry started packing up their room. There really was no certainty that Raina was going to be the one to greet them. It wasn't a particularly common name, at least not one they had heard much. But it was too much of a coincidence that someone thought she looked like a woman with that exact name, in the town her mother had been spotted, near where she had started to feel that odd tingling in her body. It was far too much of a coincidence.
For the first time in two weeks, instead of driving or hiking around in the woods, they took the rest of the afternoon to enjoy a river before heading to a restaurant. They didn't feel like they were on a search mission, instead a father and daughter enjoying the beauty of the island. For a second, they were normal.
“You know, if we had been eating like this every night, I would've had a hell of a lot more energy in the morning,” (Y/N) grinned as she sank her spoon into the pistachio flan they had ordered. “How will I ever go back to food in the States?”
“It's a sacrifice you will have to make,” Henry chuckled. “But I'm sure there are some Puerto Rican restaurants back in California. We could always make the trip whenever you like.”
“We will definitely have to do that,” she grinned. “Maybe we could come back here with, uh, with Raina when we find her.”
“I bet she would love that,” Henry smiled softly, squeezing his daughter's hand comfortingly. “But, honey, I want you to take this slow. This is gonna be a lot for you and her. It's seventeen years, kid.”
“I know,” she confessed sheepishly. “I just can't help but wish everything went perfectly. Like a complete dream.”
“Wish I could tell you that's how it'll be,” he sighed. “But let's just take things one at a time, munchkin. Raina's gone through a lot, and so have you. These things take time.”
Once they finished their dessert and a few tears had spilled, (Y/N) got a call. The same name had flashed on her screen for the past two weeks, and their conversations started off the same. “Hey, Isaac,” she smiled as she answered the phone. “Tell me something good.”
“Nothing yet,” he sighed. She could hear how defeated he was. His words dragged, and the usual happiness was gone from his voice. He was tired, and there was nothing she could do. “What about you? Something good?”
“Something great, actually,” she said, unable to squander her joy. “We think we've found her.”
“Really?!” the boy exclaimed. “Wh... how? Yesterday, you were telling me you were close to giving up.”
(Y/N) then rambled about how her day had gone. It had started just like every other day before, full of dread and disappointment. But one decision by her father had changed everything. Had they gone through their usual routine, they would never have met Yadier, and they would have probably gone two more weeks on the island without any progress. “It might just happen, Isaac,” she said, her voice trembling under the excitement. “I might meet my mom tomorrow.”
“You deserve this, (Y/N),” he said. “I'm so happy this is finally happening for you—for both of you.”
“But I feel bad being happy right now,” (Y/N) sighed. “You guys haven't found Erica and Boyd, and here I am, celebrating.”
“Don't do that, (Y/N), okay? Celebrate all you want,” he chuckled. “You're allowed happiness. Hell, it's a good change of pace to receive good news for once.”
“I can just be happy, then?” She found herself sniffling as she wrapped an arm around herself, as the cold breeze of the mountain blew. “I wanna, uh, I wanna thank you, Isaac.”
“What for?”
“For being there,” she muttered. “For standing by me through everything. I don't think I could have made it without you.”
“Hey, you only knew me for a week and gave me a place to hide from the police,” he chuckled softly. “You're my best friend, (Y/N), and the only thing I have even close to a family. I'd walk with you to the pits of hell if I had to.”
“For what it's worth, I'd do the same for you,” she smiled. From the corner of her eye, she saw her father exiting the restaurant, motioning for her to follow him to the car. “Hey, I gotta go, but I'll let you know what happens tomorrow. Hopefully things take a turn for you guys, too.”
“I certainly hope so,” he said. “Sleep well, (Y/N)."
“You, too, Isaac. Take care.”
In a matter of hours, (Y/N)'s life would change. Either she would get the greatest joy of her life, or she would face yet another disappointment. But that night, she didn't really care. For the first time, she had hope. Real, tangible hope. Her mother was so close she could feel it. And though she felt guilty that she had found a silver lining when her friends were being held, god knows where, by a pack of alphas. Still, Isaac was right. She deserved to enjoy that moment, and she deserved the happiness that could follow if the woman they met the next morning was in fact Raina.
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