Howl, Episode 1 - Apex Omega
Title: HOWL, Episode 1 - Apex Omega
Pairings: Danny/Ethan, Derek/Jackson, Derek/Stiles, Isaac/Scott, and Scott/Stiles
Triangles: Allison/Isaac/Scott and Danny/Ethan/Jackson
Other Characters: Alan Deaton, Chris Argent, Cora Hale, Deucalion, Gerard, Marin the counselor, Melissa McCall, Peter, and Sheriff Stilinski
Rating: up to NC-17
Warnings: Graphic language, sexually explicit content including minors, and intense violence
Word Count: 9,905
Spoilers: References and story based through the mid-season finale of the third series. If you aren’t up to date with the show then you should not read past this section. The summary alone starts out with two spoilers, and the fic will reference current events of the show frequently.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of MTV. The author of this story is in no way associated or affiliated with MTV, or any copyright material owned by MTV. The use of copyright material is in no way meant to impede MTV’s ability to promote, sell, or distribute ‘Teen Wolf’. The author of this story made no profits from any copyright material owned by MTV, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: After the death of Ms. Blake and the fall of the Alpha pack, everyone in Beacon Hills are left picking up the pieces. The twins decide to stick around while Deucalion nurses his wounds. Allison presses her father for more intense hunter training. Lydia tests the limits of her power. Old enemies forge new alliances as Gerard falls in league with Peter to exact revenge against Scott for crippling him. Jackson returns from Europe with a secret that could cost him more than even he can afford to pay, and Stiles learns something terrible is about to happen, and it all revolves around Danny.
HOWL
Episode 1 - Apex Omega
Part 1: Lydia’s bedroom
Lydia and Allison sat on the bed with papers and text books covering most of the free space around them. The redhead was in a draped sweater and pajama bottoms with a heart on the left ass cheek, and had her hair pulled up loosely atop her head. Allison wore a zipped hoodie with tights and leg warmers. Both were bunkered down for the night, cramming for an exam to be taken the following day.
“Tell me about your date with Isaac last night. Was it everything you hoped for and more?” Lydia asked with mild interest as she flipped through a makeup magazine.
Allison sighed and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “It was…” she trailed off before finding the word, “unexpected.”
Lydia cocked her head to the side and gave Allison duck lips. “Pray tell, my sister in crime. Was it a good unexpected? The satisfying kind that, well… a lady doesn’t say things like that out loud, but you follow me.” After they paused briefly, grinning deviously at one another, Lydia continued. “Or was it unexpectedly disappointing?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” Allison replied. “It was like he was fixated on something or someone else. Kept checking his phone like he was waiting for something. And no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t seem to keep the conversation away from Scott.”
“Allison!” Lydia chirped in a scolding tone.
“I wasn’t the one that kept bringing him up,” Allison squeaked out in a high pitch whisper. “It was Isaac. He kept asking about Scott. ‘How he is doing?’ ‘Did we still talk?’ It was strange. Like, just…” She again tried to grasp at the exact feeling, but this time could not find the words. “I don’t know, Lydia.”
Lydia was pacing by this point. “Walk me through it all.”
~~Flashback to the previous night~~
Isaac sat with Allison at the center line of their school’s Lacrosse field. Blankets and cushions were cast about underneath them, and a picnic basket rested to the side. It was dark out with nobody around. Isaac had on a deep v-neck tee with an opened sweater-shawl hanging from his shoulders; skinny jeans and boots on bottom. Allison was in a blouse and skirt, heels, and half jacket made of tanned leather. Sweets, chocolates, and black cherry wine were being shared between them.
“How’s Scott been lately?” Isaac probed after a brief silence.
She smiled, slightly surprised and confused by the question. “Don’t you live with him? Sleep on his bedroom floor, I recall you saying once?”
“He hasn’t been home in days. I think he’s staying with Stiles,” he replied, looking down at his phone sitting beside him.
“You think they’re up to something?” Allison asked before taking a bite of dark chocolate.
“What do you mean?” Isaac inquired and sipped on his glass of wine.
She waited a few seconds to chew and swallow the chocolate before answering. “Usually when they post up at Stiles’ place, that means they are working on something important.”
Isaac drained his glass and motioned for Allison to pass him the bottle. “What do you think it could be? Deucalion is no longer a threat, Derek skipped town, your grandfather is out for the count, and Peter wouldn’t dare try anything at this point. We are too strong for him; any of them.”
Allison was growing weary at the turn in direction of the conversation. “What’s your point, Isaac?”
“Why haven’t they been in school or answering anyone’s calls or texts? It’s bugging me that they aren’t including the rest of us in whatever it is they’re doing.” The expression on Isaac’s face was that of concern.
“Is this about something else?” Allison asked pointedly.
The question caught him unprepared and he stared at her blankly, as if hiding whatever was on his mind. “How so?” he asked and diverted his eyes once more to his cell phone.
“Scott is your alpha now that Derek is a beta again, right? Maybe you aren’t comfortable here with me because he and I have a history?” she pressed. “It took me two hours to put this outfit, hair, and makeup together, and I’ve not gotten one compliment from you yet.”
A long pause lingered and the air grew tense before Isaac replied. “Scott and I haven’t really talked about it yet so I’m not sure if this is entirely okay.”
“You asked me out; not the other way around,” Allison stated plainly. “Scott and I are over. You don’t need his permission to date me, Isaac. I do… like you.”
Isaac went flush in the face. “I am growing fond of you, too, Allison. But it’s more complicated than you know. Scott isn’t just an alpha. He’s an alpha of alphas; one of the strongest in the world from what I understand. His will is imprinted on his betas, far stronger than Derek’s was. I literally feel his emotions when he’s close by. And when he sees us close, it makes him uncomfortable. His pull over me is enough to make me feel uneasy about it, too. I feel guilty.”
“So you’re saying if Scott doesn’t like the idea of us together, you couldn’t date me because of his influence?” she asked him in an almost demanding tone. The entire concept was making her angry.
“I said it’s complicated…” Isaac trailed off. He looked hurt, ashamed, and unable to voice the message he was trying to convey. “Listen, I don’t like that someone else has that level of control over me, but I’m not human anymore. I live by a different set of rules than you do; pack rules. Derek laid it all out for us. I’m a beta, and my very life depends on my alpha. If my alpha doesn’t like something I do, there can be bad consequences for me.”
“Scott’s not like him,” Allison interjected. “Scott’s a good guy.”
“Derek wasn’t a bad guy, either. Just doing whatever he thought would strengthen the pack and help us survive. When Deucalion demanded he kill us all and join him, Derek basically spat in his face. I’d be dead if it weren’t for him. You blame him for your mother’s suicide, but he was only protecting Scott.”
Allison had had enough. “Way over the line, Isaac!” she spat out bitterly.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” he again trailed off and followed with a deep sigh. “This isn’t easy. I do like you, too. There’s just a lot to factor; more than you know.”
Allison also sighed, trying to let go of the build up within. “I’m sorry for snapping on you, too. A lot of sore subjects for everyone around here, I guess. I should try to have more patience,” she said before leaning closer into him. “I think you should talk to Scott about us. If you feel guilty I can’t do things like this.”
Isaac quirked a brow. “Like what?”
She closed the gap and kissed him sweetly on the lips, grinning coyly afterwards.
Isaac cheesed, smiling ear to ear. “I think I should get you home. It’s late and I don’t want your father putting a bullet between my eyes.”
~~End flashback~~
“Wait, so he says he likes you, but because of Scott he’s hesitant of perusing a relationship?” Lydia asked.
Allison nodded. “Seems that way.”
Furrowed lines appeared across Lydia’s forehead. “That sounds way too complicated for my taste. I’ve decided never to date a werewolf again. First Jackson, then Aiden? That was enough for me. Maybe you should consider the same?”
“You told me just earlier today that you hooked up with Aiden again!” Allison shouted in a whisper.
The redhead smirked. “Hooked up. Yes. I didn’t say I wouldn’t do that.”
Allison laughed heartily. “You’re the stuff of role models, really!”
Lydia joined her in laughter, but sobered abruptly. “I have something to tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
Lydia grabbed her phone from the nightstand, pressed a few buttons, and handed it to Allison. It was a text from… Jackson. Her expression turned serious as well as she read over the message, then repeated it out loud.
“Lydia, I’m coming home in 3 days. I must speak with Scott and Derek as soon as I return. Too important to wait. Have them meet me at Derek’s old house Friday, midnight. Do NOT tell Allison or the Argents!! They can’t know about this or we are all dead. -Jackson”
Allison quietly re-read the text four more times while Lydia waited for her to say something. “Lydia, this is for tomorrow night. He sent this text two days ago. I’m guessing you haven’t told Scott about this, or informed Jackson that Derek isn’t even here anymore?”
Lydia bit her bottom lip and frowned. “I’m not sure I want to get involved. Considering how many times you’ve disobeyed your dad, I decided to show you this in the confidence that you’d keep it to yourself. I don’t want to be responsible for ‘Hunters vs Werewolves: Round 2’.”
Allison read over it again and said, “What’s so important that he’d think my family would come after them?”
“I don’t know, Allison,” Lydia replied. “But I’m going to show this to Scott in the morning. Derek gave him his info before he left. If Scott believes it is important, he’ll contact Derek. I’m also letting Jackson know I passed along his message and that I will have no part in it after this. The supernatural world is too dangerous, and I want to live well passed my high school years.”
Allison grimaced as her eyes fell back to the screen one more time. “I need to be there,” she said aloud to herself. “I have to find out what’s going on.”
Part 2: Stiles’ house
The next morning Sheriff Stilinski approached his son’s bedroom to wake Scott and Stiles. They’d asked him to use his pull to get them out of school over the past week, however, he’d decided they needed to return. As he walked down the hall he overheard them whispering. He began to pause but chose not to eavesdrop. He continued to Stiles’ door and knocked once before opening it.
Stiles was sitting on the edge of his bed and Scott at the computer chair. Scott was in fitted boxerbriefs and Stiles wore boxers and a t-shirt. Maps, drawings of mythical beasts, runes in an unknown language, and books with strange titles covered almost every surface of the room. They both wore expressions of exhaustion and importance as the sheriff entered.
“I know you boys are up to something. And I understand the less I know the better. I realize there is a lot of things in this world I find extremely hard to wrap my brain around, but one thing I do know is you have to go back to school.”
“We are, dad,” Stiles said quickly. “We appreciate you covering for us.”
“Yeah, thanks, Mr. Stilinski,” Scott added. “Last night we finished the project we were working on.”
“So you’re going back today?”
“Yes,” the two said in unison.
“Alright. I’m heading in for another meeting with the FBI. Your father is going to be there, Scott,” Mr. Stilinski stated. “I’m sticking to the story we laid out. They won’t ever find out about what really happened with Ms. Blake or her victims. I took care of it. Had to burn down half the evidence locker room to do it, but it’s done.”
Scott nodded. “I know it’s difficult, but we really appreciate what you’re doing. The world isn’t ready to know what we do.”
The sheriff returned the nod. “You ain’t lying.” He sighed and said, “Have a good day at school. Stay out of trouble.” As he turned to leave he ran into Lydia and Isaac.
“Sorry Sheriff,” Lydia apologized. “How are you doing?”
“Fine,” he replied softly. “You keep these two in line.”
She gave him a reassuring smile, allowed him to pass by, and entered in front of Isaac. “I have to talk to you, Scott- What is that smell?!” She put her hand over her nose, looking appalled. Stiles opened his mouth to retort, but she waived him off. “I don’t want to know. Isaac, you’re up first.” She motioned for him to go ahead and say what he wanted, making it obvious they weren’t there together.
Isaac stepped forward, but then hesitated. “I can wait.”
Lydia rolled her eyes and crossed the room to Scott. “I’m going to hand you my cell phone. You are going to read the text message on the screen to yourself, and then give it back to me without asking any questions.” She waited for Scott to show a sign he understood.
“Okay,” he replied after an awkward pause.
She removed her phone from her tote bag, queued up the text, and gave it to Scott. As he read it over his jaw hung open and an alarmed expression fell over his face. She held out her hand, palm up, towards him. After placing the cell phone back in her hand, she turned abruptly and left without saying more than, “See you at school.”
“What was that?” Stiles asked, barely containing his curiosity.
Scott shook his head. “What’d you need, Isaac?” Scott said, changing the subject.
Isaac stood there for a moment and replied, “I need you to include me in what you’re doing.”
Stiles interrupted. “We agree.”
Isaac glanced to Stiles and then back to Scott. “What’s going on?”
“My boss, Dr. Deaton, said once it becomes known that a true alpha has risen, Beacon Hills will become a battleground for those seeking my power. We decided not to allow that. We’ve spent the last week building a barrier of mountain ash around the entire city; a part of the Preserve included.”
Isaac looked stunned. “That’s the stuff used to keep the supernatural out, right?”
“It won’t hurt any of you while inside, but you won’t be able to leave as long as the line is unbroken. Only a human can sever the link… plus Scott,” Stiles added.
Scott continued. “And tonight I need you to help Stiles break that link long enough for Jackson to make it through. He’s coming back to warn me about something, and we’re going to let him in. That’s what Lydia’s text was about. This is a secret. No one can know about the mountain ash or that Jackson is meeting me tonight. Not even Allison.”
“Why not?” Isaac and Stiles asked in unison.
“Because Jackson said we would all be in danger if the Argents find out what he knows,” Scott replied.
Isaac nodded. “Speaking of Allison…” he trailed off before continuing slowly. “You wouldn’t be opposed to someone else dating her, would you?”
Stiles raised an eyebrow and jumped from the bed. “I’m going to give you some room for this one. Let me go hop in the shower.” He tripped as he exited his bedroom because of how fast he was trying to escape that conversation.
“That was a little dramatic,” Scott chuckled. He then turned his attention to Isaac. “I have no personal problem with you dating Allison.”
“But I can feel you get uneasy when I’m around her,” Isaac argued. “I can tell it makes you uncomfortable.”
“That’s not why I get uneasy. She’s a hunter who comes from a family that butchers our kind. I’m not jealous. Allison and I are finished. I worry about you, Isaac. If I were you, I’d stay away from her. She’s been training harder than ever; training to kill. And she’s adopting a code based on a personal vendetta against the Hales.”
Isaac remembered back to the previous night with Allison, and the mention of her mother that sparked something dark inside her. “You’re my alpha. Tell me not to see her and I won’t.”
Scott snorted. “I’m not Derek. You’re your own person and I’m not going to tell you what to do. I may be your alpha now, but I can’t tell you what kind of man you should be. Figure that out for yourself.”
Isaac felt the words and emotions penetrate him. Scott was only looking out for him. He could tell because there were no feelings of jealousy being transmitted; only a caring but stern kinship for him. “I… thanks, Scott.”
Scott half smiled. “This isn’t going to be a problem?”
Isaac bowed his head. “No.”
Scott took a couple paces towards Isaac and patted his shoulder. “Good. You wanna grab breakfast before we go to school? We can hitch a ride with Stiles.”
Isaac grinned. “Sure. I’m pretty starved,” he stated while involuntarily eyeing Scott over in his underwear. He wasn’t positive why he’d done it, but was thankful Scott didn’t notice because it was quite a shameless gape.
Part 3: Beacon Hills High
While the lacrosse team was showering and dressing after practice, Ethan hovered outside the locker-room doors waiting for Danny to come out. He’d been content since Deucalion abandoned his quest for the perfect pack. Dating Danny gave him a purpose, and he had fallen in love with the human. Aiden wasn’t taking as well to the change. He was still attending high school and was mildly interested in Lydia, however, he spent most of his time plotting with Deucalion. It caused a lot of distress between the twins. Ethan didn’t want to hurt people anymore, and Aiden did.
Not to mention Ethan was considering joining Scott’s pack. Deucalion was a dead end as far as he was concerned, and Scott was powerful. After hearing the tale of Scott breaking a barrier of mountain ash, Ethan knew changing his alliances would be far more beneficiary than staying with the Demon Wolf. He wanted to convince his brother to abandon Deucalion and join Scott before he even attempted to discuss it with the True Alpha. Although he knew Scott would most likely welcome them into his fold, all that power frightened him more than he’d say aloud. Scott was dangerous, and that made him hesitant.
He heard steps coming his way and looked over his shoulder up the hallway. It was Aiden.
“Brother, I have good news,” Aiden said as he approached. He was wearing a buttoned shirt and dark jeans.
“What’s up?” Ethan asked smoothly, as if all the things weighing on his mind hadn’t been.
Aiden stepped in close and lowered his voice. “Deucalion wants to leave Beacon Hills. He wishes for us to go with him. Tonight.”
Ethan shook his head from side to side. “I’m not leaving, Aiden.”
Aiden curled his upper lip at the remark. “You turn your back on him so easy. Turn your back on me! For what? That human?! A piece of ass. That’s all Danny is.”
“He’s not!” Ethan snapped back.
Aiden smirked at the reaction he’d gotten from his brother. “You love him? You want a happily ever after with a human? Or do you plan to try and turn him? Pathetic. We are superior, Ethan. We are better than Danny, or Lydia. And the man that saved our lives needs our help, but you just shrug him off like yesterday’s leftovers.”
“Shut up, Aiden!” Ethan snarled. “Just shut up! You’ve been around Deucalion too much. He’s warped your brain. I’m done killing for him. If you want to go, then go, but don’t you dare try to involve me. And if you make an attempt at Danny for this, I’ll kill you.”
Aiden squared off at his twin, readying to pounce. “You’d choose him over me?” he asked threateningly.
Ethan frowned and braced for what was to come. “I’d not have to if you didn’t put me in the position. I want both us to join Scott’s pack.”
Aiden swung his right fist at Ethan’s face no sooner than the words left his mouth. Ethan swayed away from the strike and shoved Aiden backwards. He staggered but caught his balance in the blink of an eye.
Ethan lowered his fists and diverted his gaze to Aiden’s feet. “I don’t want to fight you, brother. I just want a peaceful life. I want a place to call home with someone to take care of. Scott has the strength to provide a safe pack for us. He won’t ask us to kill innocent people for him. We don’t have to be outcasts. I want a home, Aiden, and I want you to be a part of that. Staying with Deucalion is a life I want no part of. I’ve made up my mind and you should, too.”
Aiden glared at him and turned away. “I’m done listening to this. If you don’t come with me now, I’ll be gone tonight and you’ll probably never see me again.”
“Brother…” Ethan sighed. “Please don’t go.”
Aiden neither said another word or waited to hear anymore from Ethan. He walked away.
Ethan had to stop himself from chasing after, and was met by Danny entering the hallway from behind.
“Everything okay?” Danny asked and smiled softly. He leaned into Ethan and kissed the corner of his lips.
Ethan nodded. “Yeah, you still letting me take you to dinner?”
“Practice was insane. I could eat a horse,” Danny replied.
Ethan grinned back at him. “Save some of that appetite for dessert. I have something special in mind.”
Danny bit his bottom lip. “Oh yeah? Promises, promises…”
Ethan slipped his arm around Danny and the two walked towards the exit at the end of the hall.
Scott, Stiles, and Isaac exited the locker-room together, and Stiles called out to the couple, “You kids keep it PG!”
Danny looked back at them and flipped Stiles the bird as they passed through the door and out of the corridor.
“Come on, man!” Stiles yelled. “That was just uncalled for!”
Scott and Isaac chuckled at the exchange before the three of them went out their own way. Their voices weren’t much higher than whispers now that they were alone.
“So what’s the plan?” Isaac inquired.
“I’m going to the Hale house at 11:00 tonight. I will need you and Stiles to go to the barrier and open it in a few hours since we don’t know when Jackson is getting in town. Protect Stiles if anything happens, although I doubt you’ll run into any trouble. I don’t think anyone knows about the barrier yet so there shouldn’t be any issue,” Scott replied.
“You text us when Jackson is with you so we can seal the opening,” Stiles said.
Scott nodded and added, “Once the barrier is back up, Isaac, you’ll need to test it to make sure you can’t get through.”
“Sure,” Isaac replied.
“What do you guys want to do until then?” Stiles asked.
“I have to train,” Scott stated softly. “The only way I learn how to use all this power I have is to test my limits. Isaac, you can join me if you want.”
Isaac nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Stiles sighed. “Why am I always shafted for being human?”
Scott grinned and Isaac giggled. “That can be changed, Stiles,” Scott answered jokingly. “I can turn you.”
“I’ll pass, thanks,” Stiles said grudgingly. “I’ll look over the maps we drew up of the barrier and pick a spot that will be easy to take down and put back up.”
“I’ll have Isaac text you when we finish our run,” Scott stated. “See you later.”
They parted ways after that, Scott and Isaac heading into the woods near the school and Stiles taking off in his Jeep towards his house.
Once the alpha and his beta were well into the forest, Scott turned and said, “Fight me.”
Isaac looked puzzled. “You want me to attack you?”
“As fiercely as you can. Try to kill me. Give me everything you’ve got, Isaac,” Scott commanded.
“Alright,” Isaac grinned as his eyes turned yellow and claws came to the surface.
He lunged at Scott, lashing out at him wildly. He slashed horizontally and then vertically, but only hit air. Scott ducked and weaved in and out with ease, and tripped Isaac to the ground after only seconds from where they’d started.
“Come on, Isaac,” Scott drawled. “At least try to hit me.”
Isaac growled and jumped to his feet. He made another pass at Scott, this time trying to outright overpower him. He latched onto Scott’s left arm and pulled as hard as he could in the opposite direction. He was attempting to hurl Scott over his shoulder. This failed miserably. Scott planted his feet to the ground and used his weight as an anchor. The alpha wasn’t moved, but in the process of trying to lift him, Isaac strained too aggressively and ended up dislocating his own right arm. He groaned in pain and dropped to one knee.
“It’s dislocated!” Isaac cried out. “It hurts!”
Scott knelt down beside him and cooed gently. “Shhh, you’re going to be fine. This is going to hurt though. Ready?”
Before giving Isaac the opportunity to reply, Scott jarred his arm back into the shoulder socket. Isaac screamed from the jolt of pain that shot through his entire body, nearly collapsing from it. Scott steadied him, not allowing him to fall over.
“You’re so much stronger than me,” Isaac sobbed quietly while trying to catch his breath. “Couldn’t even go ten seconds with you.”
“We will work on it,” Scott replied, still holding Isaac in a nurturing manner. His left arm was draped around Isaac’s shoulders and right hand gripped his waist. “Can you stand?”
Isaac nodded and wiped his eyes. “Yeah…” He felt embarrassed more than anything else. As a beta, Scott stood his ground time and time again against creatures far stronger than himself. Isaac had never really been in a situation like that. Earlier in the year the twins did overpower Isaac, but luckily Scott was there to rescue him. Before he became the True Alpha, Scott was just a beta willing to go toe to toe with not only one but two alphas. Isaac could only aspire to that kind of courage and strength.
A lingering moment passed between them before Isaac realized they were gazing into each other’s eyes. A strange feeling was being projected onto him from Scott. It was an overwhelming sense to protect; to keep safe. It was stirring, as if Scott wasn’t just looking at him, but into him. His scrutiny was piercing. But what unsettled Isaac even more was his own bodily reaction. He wanted to be content in Scott’s arms, and relaxed in Scott’s embrace for that brief moment.
And as quickly as the onset of emotion happened, it dissipated as Scott raised him to his feet and stepped away, breaking physical contact.
“Why don’t we head over to Stiles’ place?” Scott asked. “We can practice another time.”
“I want to go again,” Isaac stated as he rubbed his sore, right shoulder.
Scott smiled reassuringly. “Another time. You need to catch your breath.”
Isaac lowered his head in shame. “Okay,” he barely whispered.
Scott frowned and placed his hand on Isaac’s uninjured shoulder. “I promise we can work on it. I have a lot planned for us to exercise our abilities.”
“I just wish I could keep up,” Isaac said, still unable to lift his head from feeling so inadequate compared to Scott.
“Isaac, look me in the eye,” Scott ordered.
Isaac did as he was told. He looked ashamed for being so much weaker.
“I stepped off a twelve story cliff two days ago and landed unharmed on my feet. Last week I ran so fast I made it to the coast and back in just over an hour. That’s a four hour drive from here one way. Point is, I can help you hone your agility, your speed, and strength, but you probably won’t ever be able to keep up, and you can’t blame yourself for that. I’m simply stronger than you.”
Isaac was stunned. How could someone be so powerful? “You jumped that high and survived?”
“I’d like to try out of a plane,” Scott joked, flashing Isaac a wink.
Isaac’s eyes smiled back. “You’re outrageous.”
Scott grinned. “And I can sprint flat out at over two hundred miles per hour. My reflexes are faster than even I can see. I can smell everyone you’ve been in contact with in the last forty-eight hours. When I became the True Alpha, it was like sensory overload. It’s been a few weeks now and I’m still struggling with the volume.”
“That’s impressive,” Isaac said truthfully. He licked his lips and asked, “Do you feel like you have to slow down to the speed of the rest of us?”
“No, it’s always going. Seeing every dust particle in the air to the butterfly a mile away as if it were right in front of my face, the smell of everyone in the building plus everyone they’ve been in contact with, the sound of someone vacuuming four blocks away right in my ear…” Scott sighed. “It’s always there. You just learn to tune things out. If I tried to pay attention to every detail, I think my brain might explode.”
“So is it painful?” Isaac continued, curious beyond measure at this point.
“No, not really. At first I had a continuous headache for three days, but once I started blocking out the bulk of it all that went away. I noticed I learn and understand things better also. Like school? I see it or hear it once and it’s just there. I haven’t forgotten anything that has happened to me since the change, and I even remember my dreams vividly and in detail. My older memories that were fuzzy are coming in more clearly. I remember things about my childhood I’d completely forgotten. Not too sure if this is a temporary heightened awareness or if this is how it’s going to be, but now that I’ve experienced the world like this, it’ll be hard to go back. I see life with so much clarity now. Where before I was blinded doubt. I always doubted myself, and someone would have to come along and push me to do what I needed to survive and save my friends. I was consumed with so much doubt, Isaac. But after awakening the Tue Alpha inside, that doubt has been replaced with confidence and sound judgment… mostly. It’s like someone turned the lights on, or let the air back in the room.”
Isaac was enthralled. The emotional wave he was riding from Scott was inspiring and passionate and it filled him with something near euphoric. It was only then that he realized they were no longer standing. They’d sat down next to one another while Scott spoke, Isaac’s right knee touching Scott’s left, and were again staring at one another intently. After noticing that they’d been connected physically again, Isaac got very nervous and anxious all at once. He broke contact and stood abruptly, holding out his hand to help Scott up.
“Let’s get back,” he said quietly. “Stiles and I have work to do. Tell me more later?”
Scott smiled and nodded while extending his hand to Isaac. “Sure.”
Part 4: Dinner at The New Orleans
It was 10pm and Ethan was sitting with Danny at The New Orleans restaurant; a hip, upscale, dining spot where the wealthy liked to go and show off the beautiful people they were with. Nearly every patron was freshly coupled off with an attractive date for the evening, and Ethan was no exception. He wanted to show off that he was proud to have Danny at his side. He cared for him deeply and wished for everyone to see his budding romance because no matter how tough Ethan’s exterior, he was a puppy love struck adolescent at the core.
The table they sat at was small and circular, made of some streamlined, industrial steel with a red and black patterned tablecloth. ‘The New Orleans’ was embroidered in small letters on the cloth. Wine glasses with water and soft glowing candles rested atop the setting, and the dull lighting made for a nice ambiance. The walls were coated in a glossy, cherry-red, and large, pop art paintings of musical instruments hung amidst beautiful chrome chandeliers. Soft blues and jazz songs were being played in the background by a live quartet in the corner. It was a perfect blend of old school South mixed with modern West, and made for a lush, romantic environment.
After admiring his surroundings, Ethan’s eyes came to rest on the reason he was there. Danny looked great that night. He was wearing a gray, collar shirt with a fitted, black vest and pinstriped tie. Ethan was hanging off every glance or grin directed his way. He’d found happiness.
“I can’t wait for them to bring out our order,” Danny said, making conversation. “Everything sounds so good.”
Ethan smiled warmly. “Not as good as how you look tonight. I’ve still got dessert on my mind.”
Danny diverted his eyes and smirked while a slight blushing set over his cheeks. “Ethan, you’re so sweet to me.”
“For you, I try,” he said smoothly. “You’re beautiful and deserve to be complimented at least once every minute.”
Danny let slip the most adorable giggle that made Ethan do a backflip inside.
“Good to know,” Danny said with a grin, “that I can count on positive reinforcement with you around.”
Ethan reached across the table and took Danny’s hand into his own. “Anything for you.”
Danny smirked again and whispered, “What’s gotten into you, tonight? You don’t normally act like this.”
Ethan leaned across the table and kissed Danny shamelessly, and was rewarded with the most satisfying whimper from his mate. He sat back in his chair, still holding Danny’s hand, and said, “Last weekend when it was raining and your lacrosse game got cancelled…”
“Old movies,” Danny interrupted thoughtfully.
Ethan nodded and continued, “Yes, we were watching old movies and cuddling. That night something just clicked. We were joking. You were quoting one of the lines from ‘Death Becomes Her’, and as strange as this sounds, I knew I’d fallen in love with you. Nothing in the world could make me happier than being with you right in that moment, and that feeling hasn’t gone away since.”
Danny’s eyes were welling up and he squeezed Ethan’s hand. “You mean it?”
Ethan leaned across the table again and kissed him once more. “Cross my heart; hope to die.”
Danny was grinning ear to ear and about to reply, but something over Ethan’s shoulder caught his attention and he motioned for Ethan to turn around. His brother, Aiden, was standing outside.
“Is everything alright?” Danny asked in a tone that conveyed authentic concern.
Ethan sighed. “We had a bit of an argument today. He’s wanting to leave Beacon Hills,” he paused and stroked the inside of Danny’s palm, “but I can think of only reasons to stay.”
“Go talk to him,” Danny advised. “I’ll have the waitress hold our food on the hot plate until you get back.”
Ethan wore an expression of inward debate. “You don’t mind?”
“He’s your brother, Ethan. Go,” Danny pressured.
“Okay, I’ll be five minutes,” Ethan stated. He rose from his chair and walked across the restaurant to the entrance. He slipped out into the cool night air to find his brother sitting on his motorcycle wrapped in a bomber jacket. Aiden looked upset.
“You have a few minutes, so say what you came to,” Ethan demanded.
Aiden glanced at his twin and back down to the pavement. “Deucalion is ready to go. He asked me to try to convince you to come with us one last time, or say my goodbyes.” There was a brief silence before he continued, “You aren’t going with me, are you, brother?”
Ethan shook his head. “No, I’m not.”
Aiden drew in a sharp breath. “I didn’t think we’d ever part ways like this.”
Ethan frowned. “I found what I’m looking for right here in Beacon Hills. I hate to see you leave, but I can’t go with you. I love him, Aiden. I’m not leaving him for anyone.”
Aiden sighed and gave his brother a half smile. “Danny’s really the one? Of everyone out there, it’s Danny?”
Ethan nodded. “Yeah, it is.”
Aiden stopped leaning on his bike and stepped up to Ethan. He wrapped his arms around his twin and just stood there for a moment. “Take care of yourself, Ethan.”
Ethan returned the hug, embracing Aiden tightly. “You be careful, yourself. Deucalion isn’t the answer to what you’re looking for. Maybe out there somewhere you’ll find it, but just keep yourself safe until then.”
At that moment, something in the air changed. Goosebumps shot down both twins’ spines and the bottoms of their stomachs fell out, as if someone dropped a heavy stone in their guts. They stepped apart, looking at one another uneasily as adrenalin began to race through their veins.
“You felt that?” Aiden asked.
Ethan shook his head. “Something’s coming.”
No sooner was he able to say the words when two blocks up a silver Porsche turned onto the street and came towards them. The uncomfortably anxious feelings intensified as the driver got closer. A young, handsome adolescent with dark hair and blue eyes was behind the wheel, and as he passed gave no attention at all to the twins on the sidewalk. But his presence set off an alarm inside them. Whoever it was, that person was definitely a werewolf, and had a powerful enough aura to make the brothers enter fight or flight.
“Who was that?” Ethan asked breathlessly, having had the air knocked out of him as the Porsche drove by. “Plates read JCKSN37.”
Aiden had doubled over. He too felt a punch to the chest as the unknown werewolf passed them. “Maybe I won’t be leaving after all…” he trailed off and straightened upright. He didn’t hesitate before jumping on his motorcycle.
“Don’t go after him alone!” Ethan called out as his brother revved the engine. “An adrenal response like that can only mean he is extremely dangerous.”
The skies sounded in distant thunder and the smell of rain was on the wind.
“I’m going to Deucalion,” Aiden replied. “A new player has entered the game, and I have a feeling it could be important.”
Ethan nodded and waved as Aiden sped off into the oncoming rain.
Part 5: Abandoned Hale residence
Scott arrived early to give the property a once over. A light shower had passed over the area, and he wanted to be sure no one was around when Jackson arrived. He kept getting the feeling that someone was there, but he couldn’t hear breathing or a heartbeat other than his own. He couldn’t smell any human odors, but the rain would have washed the air clean. Scott couldn’t sense anything out of the ordinary at all. But an unsettling calmness had fallen over the forest that made him question if he was truly alone.
His phone vibrated in his pocket at around 11:20pm. He checked the text message he received. It was from Stiles, and it read: Danny just texted me pretty excited over the fact that Ethan saw the porsche an hour ago. Plates confirmed, JCKSN37. We are closing the barrier. Watch your back and good luck.
Scott returned the phone to his pocket and stared at the ground in front of him. This was it. Jackson would be arriving soon. He began to head back towards the house, but heard a breath in the distance and froze. It had been faint, but recognizably familiar. It belonged to Allison.
“Allison?” Scott called out into the darkness. “I know you’re there! Come out!”
There was no response. All was quiet. Did Scott imagine it? He swore to himself he’d heard Allison take in a soft, sharp breath, but perhaps he’d heard something else. He continued to scan his surroundings in place. The darkness was illuminated and the area magnified as his eyes turned red. Scott sniffed at every particle that passed by on the breeze, listened for the most muffled of heartbeats. He heard an owl killing a rabbit in the distance, and then a deer disturbing a wet bush as it passed from the other direction. He focused as hard as he could, and he heard the sound of air rushing past a tree trunk.
He darted in that direction like a projectile being fired from a cannon. Although it was a half mile away, he was on the spot in seconds. He smelled the base of the trunk and immediately got the scent of a human female masking her odor. It was faded, but obviously Allison’s scent. She’d just been there seconds before, but upon inspecting the area, Scott could not locate her and the trail had already blown away.
Allison was good, so much so that Scott feared her ability. She’d grown deadly silent; able to blend away into the darkness like a shadow. She’d learned how to mask her scent and slow her heart rate. To hunt game as dangerous as werewolf, she’d become a far more dangerous creature. Spending hours a day with her father, Allison was learning every trick in the family handbook. Scott had come to terms with the notion that she had far surpassed the skill of her dad, and could easily kill any wolf lesser than him.
He stood quietly for several minutes, but couldn’t pick up anything else until he heard an approaching sports car a few miles out. He paced slowly back towards Derek’s old house, and arrived just as Jackson pulled in. Scott noticed a change in the atmosphere as Jackson grew nearer. The air had become heavy. A negative charge began to build, causing a nauseating feeling to creep over Scott. Jackson’s scent was different. It was stronger than before. His pheromone markers were kicked in overdrive, almost to a hostile level bordering territorial aggressiveness.
Scott picked all this up before Jackson even opened his car door, but after he stepped out the hairs on the back of Scott’s neck stood on end and a chill descended his spine. Something was terribly wrong. Jackson looked physically the same as Scott remembered. He was fit, maybe a tad thinner, dressed trendily, and walked with a bitchy attitude. Not much new there in Scott’s opinion, but what was different was how Jackson’s presence was triggering his desire to fight. He wanted to attack Jackson preemptively because of how extremely threatened he felt.
Jackson approached wearing a flat expression. “Scott,” he acknowledged and held out his right hand.
Scott took it and shook once. “Jackson.”
“Where’s Derek?” Jackson asked first, noticing the absence of the other person he’d requested.
Scott frowned. “He’s taken a vacation, you could say. I can get a hold of him if needed, but I’d rather not interrupt him unless I have to call him back.”
“Call him back here,” Jackson demanded. “Tonight.”
“Wait, before we get into this, I don’t think the area is secure,” Scott said quietly.
Jackson raised his eyebrow and fell silent. He tilted the right side of his head outward, as if straining to listen to a very low sound. “I hear no one,” he stated after half a minute of silence.
“I think it’s Allison.” Scott stepped closer to Jackson, dropping his voice to just above a whisper. “I picked up her scent just before you showed. And before you start up about the text, my guess is Lydia told her. Contrary to what you may believe, Allison and I don’t speak much anymore.”
Jackson shifted his weight from right to left and folded his arms across his chest. “You know how to drive stick?” he asked cryptically.
Scott nodded, but had a look of disbelief on his face.. “You want to go for a ride?”
Jackson pulled his keys out of his pocket, tossed them to Scott, and made off towards the passenger side of his vehicle.
“You’re seriously letting me drive your Porsche?!” Scott questioned him in amazement.
Jackson opened the door and said, “Scott, I learned some shit while I was away. On the scale of importance, my car doesn’t even register.”
Scott smiled coolly. “You’ve changed, Jackson.” He got in the driver seat and started the engine. “Put your seatbelt on,” he added.
Jackson did as he was told and sighed. “Impressive idea with the mountain ash, by the way.”
Scott looked surprised as he pulled onto the drive leading back to the main road. “How’d you know?”
Jackson touched his nose. “I could smell it as I came into town. Did you have Stilinski let me through, or is it not done yet?”
Scott grinned. “Are we that predictable?”
A smirk fell across Jackson’s lips. “My senses are better than most of our kind.”
Scott checked out Jackson in his side view and then back to the road as he switched into third gear and drifted around a corner. The streets were still wet and slick from the rain. “Why is that, Jackson?” he asked as they came off the turn and onto a straight stretch of road. The second the words left his mouth, Scott kicked up to forth and put down the throttle, accelerating to one-thirty in no time at all.
Jackson turned to Scott, looked him up and down, and said, “You’re a True Alpha, right?”
Scott nodded. “Did Lydia tell you?”
“She talks a lot,” Jackson snorted.
Scott understood and chuckled. “Go on.”
Jackson reclined a bit further in his seat and turned his attention to beyond the windshield. “Being a True Alpha, you have immense strength and agility, and your senses are attuned to the max. I bet you didn’t know those are dormant, genetic traits?”
Scott’s jaw dropped slightly as his senses picked something up. “There’s a speed trap ahead. I’m turning the lights out.” He killed the lights and his eyes again flashed red. He could see the road just as well as when the headlights were on. The Porsche’s speed rose as they passed the hidden police vehicle around the bend. Scott pushed the car harder, slipping into fifth gear and putting the pedal to the floor. The night was so dark the officer didn’t see the 911 pass by, but thought his speedometer might be broken when it clocked one hundred sixty-three miles per hour at thin air.
“Continue,” Scott ordered. He didn’t turn the lights back on, rather preferring to maintain the lightless driving. It pleased him to catch Jackson grip the hand rest as the Porsche continued to gain speed in the darkness.
Jackson’s blue eyes brightened and glowed, acclimating his vision to the night. “A True Alpha can only be brought to the surface if it already resided there in the first place. It’s a part of your ancestry. Your bloodline descends from the original alpha. The Father Wolf, Fenrir. Apparently he slept with a few human women and their children were born with those genetic traits locked away in their DNA. Those genes are passed down from generation to generation until one day, a werewolf bite injects what’s called wolf venom into the blood stream, and immediately begins to awaken those dormant traits. If you did not descend from one of the three original werewolves, wolf venom is highly toxic and causes internal bleeding and death every time.”
“That’s what happened to a girl Derek was dating when he was in junior high. An alpha took a bite out of her, and she didn’t make the change,” Scott interrupted. “But what about Lydia? Immune to the wolf venom?”
“Lydia said that crazy Blake woman called her a banshee. All over the United Kingdom, I picked up stories and references to those creatures. They are powerful beings; practically demigods. The old legends called them the spirits of women who’s cries were ominous signs of impending dome. In modern day, although uncommon they are known to be real among the supernatural society. The night walkers like us, people of the underworld, they fear banshees. The strong ones have telepathy and a wide range of psychokinetic abilities, even moving objects with their minds and levitation. None of that really sounds like Lydia to me, however, one common trait among banshees is a physical immunity to all poisons. Wolf venom is a deadly toxin, and she survived it but didn’t become a werewolf. That could be all the proof right there.”
“So what about you?” Scott inquired. “You still haven’t explained why your senses are better than other werewolves, or why I’m so literally shaken from sitting next to you.”
Jackson nodded and pursed his pouty lips together. “I descended from one of the three original siblings, but not Fenrir. My lineage comes from Amarok. He was brother of Fenrir and called the Lone Wolf, or the Apex Omega. Like the True Alpha, the Apex Omega has comparable strength, but my real ability lies in being able to spread a hyper adrenal response to others through scent and body posturing. That’s why you’ve been on an adrenaline kick since you got in the car. That’s why you’re burning through my gas right now. My natural scent forces your body to enter fight or flight mode. Most other wolves cower in my presence. Just like you, I was a regular werewolf up until an environmental trigger caused the Apex Omega to surface. How’d the True Alpha awaken in you?”
“I forced my way through a barrier of mountain ash,” Scott said proudly. “You?”
“I can’t cross mountain ash…” Jackson trailed off, looking bothered by that revelation. “I walked into a pub outside Dublin and was surrounded by four packs. They didn’t recognize me as one of them, and things got hairy. Basically, just before I was about to be torn apart, my body reacted, and gave out those pheromones that are effecting you now. The seven patrons sitting nearest all slid back away from me, and a third of the pub made a break for the rear exit all in the same breath. Didn’t even have to say one word.”
“See, that’s a fucking cool skill to have!” Scott shouted aggressively. “I don’t have that!” The pheromones emitting from Jackson were starting to cause tension to build in Scott, raising his anxiety level greatly. He slapped the steering wheel and continued. “So you said their was a third original werewolf?”
“Yeah,” Jackson replied. “Fenrir of the alphas, Amarok of the omegas, and Asena of the betas. The She-wolf and sister to Fenrir and Amarok.”
Scott eased off the acceleration and slowed back to just above the speed limit before switching the headlights back on. “Listen, I gotta get some nose plugs or vapor rub or something, because you’ve got me all jacked up on pheromones. I’m starting to have trouble seeing straight. And we need to get gas.”
Jackson laughed truly for the first time that night. “Premium only.”
Part 6: Allison’s bedroom
Allison slipped into her bedroom window appearing utterly annoyed. She was dressed in a sleek, black, skin-tight outfit made of sturdy, lightweight materials like nylon and woven kevlar. A quiver and bow hung off her back, and two dagger handles protruded forward from under each armpit. A dozen, four inch, throwing knives were strapped around her left thigh, and on her right hip a shiny pistol rested in it’s holster. She was also wearing black, leather, knee-high boots with a slight heel. Another large blade was tucked in the inside of her right boot. On top her hair was pulled up in a pony. She looked like a femme fatale straight from the movies.
“Readying for battle?” a voice asked out of the darkness of her bedroom just before the light flipped on. It was her father, Chris.
After looking startled and grasping a blade handle from under her right arm, she relaxed and sighed. “Not now, dad.”
“Why were you out so late dressed like that?” he demanded.
Allison began to unclip and take off the weaponry she had on, placing it in a case laying open on her bed. “Jackson Whittemore is back.”
Chris quirked his right eyebrow and folded his arms across is chest. “I haven’t been spending all this time providing you with backbreaking training so you could go out recklessly on your own. It’s not wise, Allison.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can handle myself.”
“I know you can,” he replied. “I’m worried about everyone else.”
She stopped what she was doing and glared at him, but only for a moment. She then continued to disarm and said, “You think daddy’s little girl is going to hurt someone?”
“At the rate you’re going it’s only a matter of time,” Chris replied scenically. “What are you thinking going out like that? What if the police found you? Would you harm them to protect your secret? That’s not how we do things, Allison. You are way out of line.”
Allison groaned. “Stop. Just stop. If a cop laid eyes on me it’d only be for a split second and I’d have disappeared. I’m not some crazed killer, dad.”
“Let me ask you for the last time. Why were you out?” Chris asked with rapidly waning patience.
Allison took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Lydia got a text from Jackson a few days ago. It was serious. He needed to speak with Scott and Derek. That was suppose to be tonight. The message read specifically to not let me or my family know about it. That we’d kill them over it. Do you know what it could be?”
Chris zoned out for a half second, but then shook his head and inquired, “Did you overhear anything?”
She frowned and stomped the floor with her left heel. “No. Scott was onto me. They drove off and I wasn’t able to keep up. He almost caught me, but I was able to scale a nearby tree. If I’d been one second slower, he’d have seen me.”
“You’re getting better,” Chris said with some small bit of approval. “What exactly did this text message say?”
“Lydia, I’m coming home in three days. I must speak with Scott and Derek as soon as I return. Too important to wait. Have them meet me at Derek’s old house Friday at midnight. Do not tell Allison or the Argents! They can’t know about this or we are all dead,” she recited allowed. “I memorized it.”
Chris nodded. “Maybe I should stop doubting your ability. Although I’d not have gone out there dressed for war, you did good. I’d have tried the same thing. Discretely gather intel.”
Allison plastered a proud smile across her face. “So what do we do now?”
Chris shifted and rubbed the back of his neck. “If it is that serious, this could be a genuine threat against our family. Are you ready to graduate to the next level?”
Allison’s expression sobered and she nodded intently. “I am. Whatever we need to do.”
“Good. This will be your true test. If you succeed, I won’t question your ability to take up your mother’s spot as head of this family.”
“What must I do?” she asked with blatant determination.
“To get sensitive information like this, when the enemy’s doing everything in their power to hide it from you, you’ll have two options. The first is messy. We would have to capture, interrogate, and torture one of them. That is obviously not going to be the best choice in this situation. The second method rests entirely on your shoulders. You’d need to infiltrate Scott’s mind and heart. You won him over once. You’ll have to do it again. Make him trust you enough to share with you what Jackson was so eager to hide from us. If Jackson does tell Lydia, that may be another angle to play, but Scott is going to be the easiest access point.”
“You want me to use my history with Scott?” Allison felt slightly more uncomfortable with the scenario playing out in her head.
“If you have to make him think you still love him, you’ll do whatever is necessary,” Chris said. “You think you can handle that?”
Allison’s resolve solidified as she took out the dagger that was tucked in her boot and flicked it across the bedroom. It whizzed by an inch passed Chris’s face and stuck into the bull’s-eye on the back of her door, dead center. “Piece of cake,” she said wearing a dark smirk.
Part 7: Dan’s Gas station
Scott and Jackson were both leaning against the 911 while they waited for the fuel tank to fill. The gas station was closed but the pumps worked on plastic. A neon sign hung overhead that read ‘Dan’s Gas’. It was in the middle of nowhere and they were the only two there.
“So you have yet to tell me anything that would lead the Argent’s to come after us,” Scott began.
Jackson stared off for a moment and then looked at him. “I’ve decided to wait. At least until Derek is back. If Allison was truly out there spying on us, it’s not safe to say yet. It’s too important to fall into the wrong hands.”
“And if they decide to scoop you up in the dead of night?” Scott asked.
Jackson chuckled. “They’d be making a grave mistake trying to take either of us.”
Scott shook his head with a serious expression. “I’m not so sure. She had the drop on us tonight and we didn’t even know it. A few silver nitrate bangs, a couple well placed arrows coated in wolf’s bane? I think she could have taken us.”
Jackson looked surprised. “You believe she’s that dangerous?”
“No doubt in my mind,” Scott replied pointedly. “I had her. I literally had her tonight. I heard that sound when air rushes by a young pine. I was on it in maybe four and a half to five seconds. All she left was the faintest of scent trails that was gone in the breeze a few seconds later. Not a heartbeat. Not a sound. Vanished like a ghost. You think you could last long against someone like that? Maybe we are physically stronger and faster than her, but I wouldn’t bet against her in a fight.”
Jackson had begun to get back in the car as Scott finished pumping the gas. “I’m curious to see for myself.”
“Tango with that?” Scott scoffed. “Where should I send the ‘get well soon’ card to?” He replaced the cap to the fuel tank and returned to the driver seat.
“Have you got the pheromone thing under control?” Jackson asked.
Scott shrugged. “It’s not as noticeable.” He started up the car and said, “I’m going to Stiles’ place. He and Isaac are waiting up for me and it’s getting late. You can go about your business when we get there, or you can come in and help explain some of this stuff to them.”
Jackson sighed exhaustedly. “I’ll pass. A night with you three sounds terribly… well, terrible in every sense imaginable. Just make sure you remember to call Derek.”
Scott half laughed and half rolled his eyes. “Nice to see some things haven’t changed.”
End of Episode 1
A/N: So I’ve been out of the game for a while now. It’s been years since I’ve even read any fan fiction, and a few more since writing one. I remember as a teenager reading a Harry/Draco fic and falling in love with my first slash couple. Wrote several short stories, branched out to other fandoms I enjoyed, and then fell out of the game. Caught a taste of real life and it changed the way I looked at things. I took down and destroyed most of the stories I’d written. I wanted to write my own work, create my own worlds, build my own legends, and ultimately felt the work from my teenage years simply wasn’t that good. Plot was great for most, but the writing was just bad.
Now I’m working on my first book more than full-time. Luckily I can afford not to hold a job and devote all my energy into my passion. Not everyone has the opportunity and I’m thankful I’m able to do this. However, I’ve come to a writer’s block and unlike most cases it wasn’t something I could bulldoze through. It is a delicate part of the story and requires a refined finesse I’m currently lacking, so I went in search of something to take my mind off of it for a while. That lead me back to livejournal and I stumbled across this slash community. I can’t begin to tell you how many perverse fantasies I’ve had about those Teen Wolf boys. Although I wasn’t as impressed with this last season, it was still enjoyable and I look forward to the next half when it airs in January.
But my creative juices have been flowing after reading a few of these fics you guys wrote, which were really good by the way. Nostalgia set in, an idea stewed for a day or two, and I’m deciding to come out of fan fiction retirement. Only for this one story. The plot will follow everything that has already come to pass, and I’ll try to update twice a week, although working on my book consumes a lot of the day. I do not have a direct objective in mind, however, I do have a basic outline with ideas to expand on. I hope you folks enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them. Feedback is great. Might help with direction. Cheers.
Pairings: Danny/Ethan, Derek/Jackson, Derek/Stiles, Isaac/Scott, and Scott/Stiles
Triangles: Allison/Isaac/Scott and Danny/Ethan/Jackson
Other Characters: Alan Deaton, Chris Argent, Cora Hale, Deucalion, Gerard, Marin the counselor, Melissa McCall, Peter, and Sheriff Stilinski
Rating: up to NC-17
Warnings: Graphic language, sexually explicit content including minors, and intense violence
Word Count: 9,905
Spoilers: References and story based through the mid-season finale of the third series. If you aren’t up to date with the show then you should not read past this section. The summary alone starts out with two spoilers, and the fic will reference current events of the show frequently.
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of MTV. The author of this story is in no way associated or affiliated with MTV, or any copyright material owned by MTV. The use of copyright material is in no way meant to impede MTV’s ability to promote, sell, or distribute ‘Teen Wolf’. The author of this story made no profits from any copyright material owned by MTV, and no copyright infringement is intended.
Summary: After the death of Ms. Blake and the fall of the Alpha pack, everyone in Beacon Hills are left picking up the pieces. The twins decide to stick around while Deucalion nurses his wounds. Allison presses her father for more intense hunter training. Lydia tests the limits of her power. Old enemies forge new alliances as Gerard falls in league with Peter to exact revenge against Scott for crippling him. Jackson returns from Europe with a secret that could cost him more than even he can afford to pay, and Stiles learns something terrible is about to happen, and it all revolves around Danny.
HOWL
Episode 1 - Apex Omega
Part 1: Lydia’s bedroom
Lydia and Allison sat on the bed with papers and text books covering most of the free space around them. The redhead was in a draped sweater and pajama bottoms with a heart on the left ass cheek, and had her hair pulled up loosely atop her head. Allison wore a zipped hoodie with tights and leg warmers. Both were bunkered down for the night, cramming for an exam to be taken the following day.
“Tell me about your date with Isaac last night. Was it everything you hoped for and more?” Lydia asked with mild interest as she flipped through a makeup magazine.
Allison sighed and brushed a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “It was…” she trailed off before finding the word, “unexpected.”
Lydia cocked her head to the side and gave Allison duck lips. “Pray tell, my sister in crime. Was it a good unexpected? The satisfying kind that, well… a lady doesn’t say things like that out loud, but you follow me.” After they paused briefly, grinning deviously at one another, Lydia continued. “Or was it unexpectedly disappointing?”
“I’m not entirely sure,” Allison replied. “It was like he was fixated on something or someone else. Kept checking his phone like he was waiting for something. And no matter how much I tried, I couldn’t seem to keep the conversation away from Scott.”
“Allison!” Lydia chirped in a scolding tone.
“I wasn’t the one that kept bringing him up,” Allison squeaked out in a high pitch whisper. “It was Isaac. He kept asking about Scott. ‘How he is doing?’ ‘Did we still talk?’ It was strange. Like, just…” She again tried to grasp at the exact feeling, but this time could not find the words. “I don’t know, Lydia.”
Lydia was pacing by this point. “Walk me through it all.”
~~Flashback to the previous night~~
Isaac sat with Allison at the center line of their school’s Lacrosse field. Blankets and cushions were cast about underneath them, and a picnic basket rested to the side. It was dark out with nobody around. Isaac had on a deep v-neck tee with an opened sweater-shawl hanging from his shoulders; skinny jeans and boots on bottom. Allison was in a blouse and skirt, heels, and half jacket made of tanned leather. Sweets, chocolates, and black cherry wine were being shared between them.
“How’s Scott been lately?” Isaac probed after a brief silence.
She smiled, slightly surprised and confused by the question. “Don’t you live with him? Sleep on his bedroom floor, I recall you saying once?”
“He hasn’t been home in days. I think he’s staying with Stiles,” he replied, looking down at his phone sitting beside him.
“You think they’re up to something?” Allison asked before taking a bite of dark chocolate.
“What do you mean?” Isaac inquired and sipped on his glass of wine.
She waited a few seconds to chew and swallow the chocolate before answering. “Usually when they post up at Stiles’ place, that means they are working on something important.”
Isaac drained his glass and motioned for Allison to pass him the bottle. “What do you think it could be? Deucalion is no longer a threat, Derek skipped town, your grandfather is out for the count, and Peter wouldn’t dare try anything at this point. We are too strong for him; any of them.”
Allison was growing weary at the turn in direction of the conversation. “What’s your point, Isaac?”
“Why haven’t they been in school or answering anyone’s calls or texts? It’s bugging me that they aren’t including the rest of us in whatever it is they’re doing.” The expression on Isaac’s face was that of concern.
“Is this about something else?” Allison asked pointedly.
The question caught him unprepared and he stared at her blankly, as if hiding whatever was on his mind. “How so?” he asked and diverted his eyes once more to his cell phone.
“Scott is your alpha now that Derek is a beta again, right? Maybe you aren’t comfortable here with me because he and I have a history?” she pressed. “It took me two hours to put this outfit, hair, and makeup together, and I’ve not gotten one compliment from you yet.”
A long pause lingered and the air grew tense before Isaac replied. “Scott and I haven’t really talked about it yet so I’m not sure if this is entirely okay.”
“You asked me out; not the other way around,” Allison stated plainly. “Scott and I are over. You don’t need his permission to date me, Isaac. I do… like you.”
Isaac went flush in the face. “I am growing fond of you, too, Allison. But it’s more complicated than you know. Scott isn’t just an alpha. He’s an alpha of alphas; one of the strongest in the world from what I understand. His will is imprinted on his betas, far stronger than Derek’s was. I literally feel his emotions when he’s close by. And when he sees us close, it makes him uncomfortable. His pull over me is enough to make me feel uneasy about it, too. I feel guilty.”
“So you’re saying if Scott doesn’t like the idea of us together, you couldn’t date me because of his influence?” she asked him in an almost demanding tone. The entire concept was making her angry.
“I said it’s complicated…” Isaac trailed off. He looked hurt, ashamed, and unable to voice the message he was trying to convey. “Listen, I don’t like that someone else has that level of control over me, but I’m not human anymore. I live by a different set of rules than you do; pack rules. Derek laid it all out for us. I’m a beta, and my very life depends on my alpha. If my alpha doesn’t like something I do, there can be bad consequences for me.”
“Scott’s not like him,” Allison interjected. “Scott’s a good guy.”
“Derek wasn’t a bad guy, either. Just doing whatever he thought would strengthen the pack and help us survive. When Deucalion demanded he kill us all and join him, Derek basically spat in his face. I’d be dead if it weren’t for him. You blame him for your mother’s suicide, but he was only protecting Scott.”
Allison had had enough. “Way over the line, Isaac!” she spat out bitterly.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to…” he again trailed off and followed with a deep sigh. “This isn’t easy. I do like you, too. There’s just a lot to factor; more than you know.”
Allison also sighed, trying to let go of the build up within. “I’m sorry for snapping on you, too. A lot of sore subjects for everyone around here, I guess. I should try to have more patience,” she said before leaning closer into him. “I think you should talk to Scott about us. If you feel guilty I can’t do things like this.”
Isaac quirked a brow. “Like what?”
She closed the gap and kissed him sweetly on the lips, grinning coyly afterwards.
Isaac cheesed, smiling ear to ear. “I think I should get you home. It’s late and I don’t want your father putting a bullet between my eyes.”
~~End flashback~~
“Wait, so he says he likes you, but because of Scott he’s hesitant of perusing a relationship?” Lydia asked.
Allison nodded. “Seems that way.”
Furrowed lines appeared across Lydia’s forehead. “That sounds way too complicated for my taste. I’ve decided never to date a werewolf again. First Jackson, then Aiden? That was enough for me. Maybe you should consider the same?”
“You told me just earlier today that you hooked up with Aiden again!” Allison shouted in a whisper.
The redhead smirked. “Hooked up. Yes. I didn’t say I wouldn’t do that.”
Allison laughed heartily. “You’re the stuff of role models, really!”
Lydia joined her in laughter, but sobered abruptly. “I have something to tell you.”
“Tell me what?”
Lydia grabbed her phone from the nightstand, pressed a few buttons, and handed it to Allison. It was a text from… Jackson. Her expression turned serious as well as she read over the message, then repeated it out loud.
“Lydia, I’m coming home in 3 days. I must speak with Scott and Derek as soon as I return. Too important to wait. Have them meet me at Derek’s old house Friday, midnight. Do NOT tell Allison or the Argents!! They can’t know about this or we are all dead. -Jackson”
Allison quietly re-read the text four more times while Lydia waited for her to say something. “Lydia, this is for tomorrow night. He sent this text two days ago. I’m guessing you haven’t told Scott about this, or informed Jackson that Derek isn’t even here anymore?”
Lydia bit her bottom lip and frowned. “I’m not sure I want to get involved. Considering how many times you’ve disobeyed your dad, I decided to show you this in the confidence that you’d keep it to yourself. I don’t want to be responsible for ‘Hunters vs Werewolves: Round 2’.”
Allison read over it again and said, “What’s so important that he’d think my family would come after them?”
“I don’t know, Allison,” Lydia replied. “But I’m going to show this to Scott in the morning. Derek gave him his info before he left. If Scott believes it is important, he’ll contact Derek. I’m also letting Jackson know I passed along his message and that I will have no part in it after this. The supernatural world is too dangerous, and I want to live well passed my high school years.”
Allison grimaced as her eyes fell back to the screen one more time. “I need to be there,” she said aloud to herself. “I have to find out what’s going on.”
Part 2: Stiles’ house
The next morning Sheriff Stilinski approached his son’s bedroom to wake Scott and Stiles. They’d asked him to use his pull to get them out of school over the past week, however, he’d decided they needed to return. As he walked down the hall he overheard them whispering. He began to pause but chose not to eavesdrop. He continued to Stiles’ door and knocked once before opening it.
Stiles was sitting on the edge of his bed and Scott at the computer chair. Scott was in fitted boxerbriefs and Stiles wore boxers and a t-shirt. Maps, drawings of mythical beasts, runes in an unknown language, and books with strange titles covered almost every surface of the room. They both wore expressions of exhaustion and importance as the sheriff entered.
“I know you boys are up to something. And I understand the less I know the better. I realize there is a lot of things in this world I find extremely hard to wrap my brain around, but one thing I do know is you have to go back to school.”
“We are, dad,” Stiles said quickly. “We appreciate you covering for us.”
“Yeah, thanks, Mr. Stilinski,” Scott added. “Last night we finished the project we were working on.”
“So you’re going back today?”
“Yes,” the two said in unison.
“Alright. I’m heading in for another meeting with the FBI. Your father is going to be there, Scott,” Mr. Stilinski stated. “I’m sticking to the story we laid out. They won’t ever find out about what really happened with Ms. Blake or her victims. I took care of it. Had to burn down half the evidence locker room to do it, but it’s done.”
Scott nodded. “I know it’s difficult, but we really appreciate what you’re doing. The world isn’t ready to know what we do.”
The sheriff returned the nod. “You ain’t lying.” He sighed and said, “Have a good day at school. Stay out of trouble.” As he turned to leave he ran into Lydia and Isaac.
“Sorry Sheriff,” Lydia apologized. “How are you doing?”
“Fine,” he replied softly. “You keep these two in line.”
She gave him a reassuring smile, allowed him to pass by, and entered in front of Isaac. “I have to talk to you, Scott- What is that smell?!” She put her hand over her nose, looking appalled. Stiles opened his mouth to retort, but she waived him off. “I don’t want to know. Isaac, you’re up first.” She motioned for him to go ahead and say what he wanted, making it obvious they weren’t there together.
Isaac stepped forward, but then hesitated. “I can wait.”
Lydia rolled her eyes and crossed the room to Scott. “I’m going to hand you my cell phone. You are going to read the text message on the screen to yourself, and then give it back to me without asking any questions.” She waited for Scott to show a sign he understood.
“Okay,” he replied after an awkward pause.
She removed her phone from her tote bag, queued up the text, and gave it to Scott. As he read it over his jaw hung open and an alarmed expression fell over his face. She held out her hand, palm up, towards him. After placing the cell phone back in her hand, she turned abruptly and left without saying more than, “See you at school.”
“What was that?” Stiles asked, barely containing his curiosity.
Scott shook his head. “What’d you need, Isaac?” Scott said, changing the subject.
Isaac stood there for a moment and replied, “I need you to include me in what you’re doing.”
Stiles interrupted. “We agree.”
Isaac glanced to Stiles and then back to Scott. “What’s going on?”
“My boss, Dr. Deaton, said once it becomes known that a true alpha has risen, Beacon Hills will become a battleground for those seeking my power. We decided not to allow that. We’ve spent the last week building a barrier of mountain ash around the entire city; a part of the Preserve included.”
Isaac looked stunned. “That’s the stuff used to keep the supernatural out, right?”
“It won’t hurt any of you while inside, but you won’t be able to leave as long as the line is unbroken. Only a human can sever the link… plus Scott,” Stiles added.
Scott continued. “And tonight I need you to help Stiles break that link long enough for Jackson to make it through. He’s coming back to warn me about something, and we’re going to let him in. That’s what Lydia’s text was about. This is a secret. No one can know about the mountain ash or that Jackson is meeting me tonight. Not even Allison.”
“Why not?” Isaac and Stiles asked in unison.
“Because Jackson said we would all be in danger if the Argents find out what he knows,” Scott replied.
Isaac nodded. “Speaking of Allison…” he trailed off before continuing slowly. “You wouldn’t be opposed to someone else dating her, would you?”
Stiles raised an eyebrow and jumped from the bed. “I’m going to give you some room for this one. Let me go hop in the shower.” He tripped as he exited his bedroom because of how fast he was trying to escape that conversation.
“That was a little dramatic,” Scott chuckled. He then turned his attention to Isaac. “I have no personal problem with you dating Allison.”
“But I can feel you get uneasy when I’m around her,” Isaac argued. “I can tell it makes you uncomfortable.”
“That’s not why I get uneasy. She’s a hunter who comes from a family that butchers our kind. I’m not jealous. Allison and I are finished. I worry about you, Isaac. If I were you, I’d stay away from her. She’s been training harder than ever; training to kill. And she’s adopting a code based on a personal vendetta against the Hales.”
Isaac remembered back to the previous night with Allison, and the mention of her mother that sparked something dark inside her. “You’re my alpha. Tell me not to see her and I won’t.”
Scott snorted. “I’m not Derek. You’re your own person and I’m not going to tell you what to do. I may be your alpha now, but I can’t tell you what kind of man you should be. Figure that out for yourself.”
Isaac felt the words and emotions penetrate him. Scott was only looking out for him. He could tell because there were no feelings of jealousy being transmitted; only a caring but stern kinship for him. “I… thanks, Scott.”
Scott half smiled. “This isn’t going to be a problem?”
Isaac bowed his head. “No.”
Scott took a couple paces towards Isaac and patted his shoulder. “Good. You wanna grab breakfast before we go to school? We can hitch a ride with Stiles.”
Isaac grinned. “Sure. I’m pretty starved,” he stated while involuntarily eyeing Scott over in his underwear. He wasn’t positive why he’d done it, but was thankful Scott didn’t notice because it was quite a shameless gape.
Part 3: Beacon Hills High
While the lacrosse team was showering and dressing after practice, Ethan hovered outside the locker-room doors waiting for Danny to come out. He’d been content since Deucalion abandoned his quest for the perfect pack. Dating Danny gave him a purpose, and he had fallen in love with the human. Aiden wasn’t taking as well to the change. He was still attending high school and was mildly interested in Lydia, however, he spent most of his time plotting with Deucalion. It caused a lot of distress between the twins. Ethan didn’t want to hurt people anymore, and Aiden did.
Not to mention Ethan was considering joining Scott’s pack. Deucalion was a dead end as far as he was concerned, and Scott was powerful. After hearing the tale of Scott breaking a barrier of mountain ash, Ethan knew changing his alliances would be far more beneficiary than staying with the Demon Wolf. He wanted to convince his brother to abandon Deucalion and join Scott before he even attempted to discuss it with the True Alpha. Although he knew Scott would most likely welcome them into his fold, all that power frightened him more than he’d say aloud. Scott was dangerous, and that made him hesitant.
He heard steps coming his way and looked over his shoulder up the hallway. It was Aiden.
“Brother, I have good news,” Aiden said as he approached. He was wearing a buttoned shirt and dark jeans.
“What’s up?” Ethan asked smoothly, as if all the things weighing on his mind hadn’t been.
Aiden stepped in close and lowered his voice. “Deucalion wants to leave Beacon Hills. He wishes for us to go with him. Tonight.”
Ethan shook his head from side to side. “I’m not leaving, Aiden.”
Aiden curled his upper lip at the remark. “You turn your back on him so easy. Turn your back on me! For what? That human?! A piece of ass. That’s all Danny is.”
“He’s not!” Ethan snapped back.
Aiden smirked at the reaction he’d gotten from his brother. “You love him? You want a happily ever after with a human? Or do you plan to try and turn him? Pathetic. We are superior, Ethan. We are better than Danny, or Lydia. And the man that saved our lives needs our help, but you just shrug him off like yesterday’s leftovers.”
“Shut up, Aiden!” Ethan snarled. “Just shut up! You’ve been around Deucalion too much. He’s warped your brain. I’m done killing for him. If you want to go, then go, but don’t you dare try to involve me. And if you make an attempt at Danny for this, I’ll kill you.”
Aiden squared off at his twin, readying to pounce. “You’d choose him over me?” he asked threateningly.
Ethan frowned and braced for what was to come. “I’d not have to if you didn’t put me in the position. I want both us to join Scott’s pack.”
Aiden swung his right fist at Ethan’s face no sooner than the words left his mouth. Ethan swayed away from the strike and shoved Aiden backwards. He staggered but caught his balance in the blink of an eye.
Ethan lowered his fists and diverted his gaze to Aiden’s feet. “I don’t want to fight you, brother. I just want a peaceful life. I want a place to call home with someone to take care of. Scott has the strength to provide a safe pack for us. He won’t ask us to kill innocent people for him. We don’t have to be outcasts. I want a home, Aiden, and I want you to be a part of that. Staying with Deucalion is a life I want no part of. I’ve made up my mind and you should, too.”
Aiden glared at him and turned away. “I’m done listening to this. If you don’t come with me now, I’ll be gone tonight and you’ll probably never see me again.”
“Brother…” Ethan sighed. “Please don’t go.”
Aiden neither said another word or waited to hear anymore from Ethan. He walked away.
Ethan had to stop himself from chasing after, and was met by Danny entering the hallway from behind.
“Everything okay?” Danny asked and smiled softly. He leaned into Ethan and kissed the corner of his lips.
Ethan nodded. “Yeah, you still letting me take you to dinner?”
“Practice was insane. I could eat a horse,” Danny replied.
Ethan grinned back at him. “Save some of that appetite for dessert. I have something special in mind.”
Danny bit his bottom lip. “Oh yeah? Promises, promises…”
Ethan slipped his arm around Danny and the two walked towards the exit at the end of the hall.
Scott, Stiles, and Isaac exited the locker-room together, and Stiles called out to the couple, “You kids keep it PG!”
Danny looked back at them and flipped Stiles the bird as they passed through the door and out of the corridor.
“Come on, man!” Stiles yelled. “That was just uncalled for!”
Scott and Isaac chuckled at the exchange before the three of them went out their own way. Their voices weren’t much higher than whispers now that they were alone.
“So what’s the plan?” Isaac inquired.
“I’m going to the Hale house at 11:00 tonight. I will need you and Stiles to go to the barrier and open it in a few hours since we don’t know when Jackson is getting in town. Protect Stiles if anything happens, although I doubt you’ll run into any trouble. I don’t think anyone knows about the barrier yet so there shouldn’t be any issue,” Scott replied.
“You text us when Jackson is with you so we can seal the opening,” Stiles said.
Scott nodded and added, “Once the barrier is back up, Isaac, you’ll need to test it to make sure you can’t get through.”
“Sure,” Isaac replied.
“What do you guys want to do until then?” Stiles asked.
“I have to train,” Scott stated softly. “The only way I learn how to use all this power I have is to test my limits. Isaac, you can join me if you want.”
Isaac nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Stiles sighed. “Why am I always shafted for being human?”
Scott grinned and Isaac giggled. “That can be changed, Stiles,” Scott answered jokingly. “I can turn you.”
“I’ll pass, thanks,” Stiles said grudgingly. “I’ll look over the maps we drew up of the barrier and pick a spot that will be easy to take down and put back up.”
“I’ll have Isaac text you when we finish our run,” Scott stated. “See you later.”
They parted ways after that, Scott and Isaac heading into the woods near the school and Stiles taking off in his Jeep towards his house.
Once the alpha and his beta were well into the forest, Scott turned and said, “Fight me.”
Isaac looked puzzled. “You want me to attack you?”
“As fiercely as you can. Try to kill me. Give me everything you’ve got, Isaac,” Scott commanded.
“Alright,” Isaac grinned as his eyes turned yellow and claws came to the surface.
He lunged at Scott, lashing out at him wildly. He slashed horizontally and then vertically, but only hit air. Scott ducked and weaved in and out with ease, and tripped Isaac to the ground after only seconds from where they’d started.
“Come on, Isaac,” Scott drawled. “At least try to hit me.”
Isaac growled and jumped to his feet. He made another pass at Scott, this time trying to outright overpower him. He latched onto Scott’s left arm and pulled as hard as he could in the opposite direction. He was attempting to hurl Scott over his shoulder. This failed miserably. Scott planted his feet to the ground and used his weight as an anchor. The alpha wasn’t moved, but in the process of trying to lift him, Isaac strained too aggressively and ended up dislocating his own right arm. He groaned in pain and dropped to one knee.
“It’s dislocated!” Isaac cried out. “It hurts!”
Scott knelt down beside him and cooed gently. “Shhh, you’re going to be fine. This is going to hurt though. Ready?”
Before giving Isaac the opportunity to reply, Scott jarred his arm back into the shoulder socket. Isaac screamed from the jolt of pain that shot through his entire body, nearly collapsing from it. Scott steadied him, not allowing him to fall over.
“You’re so much stronger than me,” Isaac sobbed quietly while trying to catch his breath. “Couldn’t even go ten seconds with you.”
“We will work on it,” Scott replied, still holding Isaac in a nurturing manner. His left arm was draped around Isaac’s shoulders and right hand gripped his waist. “Can you stand?”
Isaac nodded and wiped his eyes. “Yeah…” He felt embarrassed more than anything else. As a beta, Scott stood his ground time and time again against creatures far stronger than himself. Isaac had never really been in a situation like that. Earlier in the year the twins did overpower Isaac, but luckily Scott was there to rescue him. Before he became the True Alpha, Scott was just a beta willing to go toe to toe with not only one but two alphas. Isaac could only aspire to that kind of courage and strength.
A lingering moment passed between them before Isaac realized they were gazing into each other’s eyes. A strange feeling was being projected onto him from Scott. It was an overwhelming sense to protect; to keep safe. It was stirring, as if Scott wasn’t just looking at him, but into him. His scrutiny was piercing. But what unsettled Isaac even more was his own bodily reaction. He wanted to be content in Scott’s arms, and relaxed in Scott’s embrace for that brief moment.
And as quickly as the onset of emotion happened, it dissipated as Scott raised him to his feet and stepped away, breaking physical contact.
“Why don’t we head over to Stiles’ place?” Scott asked. “We can practice another time.”
“I want to go again,” Isaac stated as he rubbed his sore, right shoulder.
Scott smiled reassuringly. “Another time. You need to catch your breath.”
Isaac lowered his head in shame. “Okay,” he barely whispered.
Scott frowned and placed his hand on Isaac’s uninjured shoulder. “I promise we can work on it. I have a lot planned for us to exercise our abilities.”
“I just wish I could keep up,” Isaac said, still unable to lift his head from feeling so inadequate compared to Scott.
“Isaac, look me in the eye,” Scott ordered.
Isaac did as he was told. He looked ashamed for being so much weaker.
“I stepped off a twelve story cliff two days ago and landed unharmed on my feet. Last week I ran so fast I made it to the coast and back in just over an hour. That’s a four hour drive from here one way. Point is, I can help you hone your agility, your speed, and strength, but you probably won’t ever be able to keep up, and you can’t blame yourself for that. I’m simply stronger than you.”
Isaac was stunned. How could someone be so powerful? “You jumped that high and survived?”
“I’d like to try out of a plane,” Scott joked, flashing Isaac a wink.
Isaac’s eyes smiled back. “You’re outrageous.”
Scott grinned. “And I can sprint flat out at over two hundred miles per hour. My reflexes are faster than even I can see. I can smell everyone you’ve been in contact with in the last forty-eight hours. When I became the True Alpha, it was like sensory overload. It’s been a few weeks now and I’m still struggling with the volume.”
“That’s impressive,” Isaac said truthfully. He licked his lips and asked, “Do you feel like you have to slow down to the speed of the rest of us?”
“No, it’s always going. Seeing every dust particle in the air to the butterfly a mile away as if it were right in front of my face, the smell of everyone in the building plus everyone they’ve been in contact with, the sound of someone vacuuming four blocks away right in my ear…” Scott sighed. “It’s always there. You just learn to tune things out. If I tried to pay attention to every detail, I think my brain might explode.”
“So is it painful?” Isaac continued, curious beyond measure at this point.
“No, not really. At first I had a continuous headache for three days, but once I started blocking out the bulk of it all that went away. I noticed I learn and understand things better also. Like school? I see it or hear it once and it’s just there. I haven’t forgotten anything that has happened to me since the change, and I even remember my dreams vividly and in detail. My older memories that were fuzzy are coming in more clearly. I remember things about my childhood I’d completely forgotten. Not too sure if this is a temporary heightened awareness or if this is how it’s going to be, but now that I’ve experienced the world like this, it’ll be hard to go back. I see life with so much clarity now. Where before I was blinded doubt. I always doubted myself, and someone would have to come along and push me to do what I needed to survive and save my friends. I was consumed with so much doubt, Isaac. But after awakening the Tue Alpha inside, that doubt has been replaced with confidence and sound judgment… mostly. It’s like someone turned the lights on, or let the air back in the room.”
Isaac was enthralled. The emotional wave he was riding from Scott was inspiring and passionate and it filled him with something near euphoric. It was only then that he realized they were no longer standing. They’d sat down next to one another while Scott spoke, Isaac’s right knee touching Scott’s left, and were again staring at one another intently. After noticing that they’d been connected physically again, Isaac got very nervous and anxious all at once. He broke contact and stood abruptly, holding out his hand to help Scott up.
“Let’s get back,” he said quietly. “Stiles and I have work to do. Tell me more later?”
Scott smiled and nodded while extending his hand to Isaac. “Sure.”
Part 4: Dinner at The New Orleans
It was 10pm and Ethan was sitting with Danny at The New Orleans restaurant; a hip, upscale, dining spot where the wealthy liked to go and show off the beautiful people they were with. Nearly every patron was freshly coupled off with an attractive date for the evening, and Ethan was no exception. He wanted to show off that he was proud to have Danny at his side. He cared for him deeply and wished for everyone to see his budding romance because no matter how tough Ethan’s exterior, he was a puppy love struck adolescent at the core.
The table they sat at was small and circular, made of some streamlined, industrial steel with a red and black patterned tablecloth. ‘The New Orleans’ was embroidered in small letters on the cloth. Wine glasses with water and soft glowing candles rested atop the setting, and the dull lighting made for a nice ambiance. The walls were coated in a glossy, cherry-red, and large, pop art paintings of musical instruments hung amidst beautiful chrome chandeliers. Soft blues and jazz songs were being played in the background by a live quartet in the corner. It was a perfect blend of old school South mixed with modern West, and made for a lush, romantic environment.
After admiring his surroundings, Ethan’s eyes came to rest on the reason he was there. Danny looked great that night. He was wearing a gray, collar shirt with a fitted, black vest and pinstriped tie. Ethan was hanging off every glance or grin directed his way. He’d found happiness.
“I can’t wait for them to bring out our order,” Danny said, making conversation. “Everything sounds so good.”
Ethan smiled warmly. “Not as good as how you look tonight. I’ve still got dessert on my mind.”
Danny diverted his eyes and smirked while a slight blushing set over his cheeks. “Ethan, you’re so sweet to me.”
“For you, I try,” he said smoothly. “You’re beautiful and deserve to be complimented at least once every minute.”
Danny let slip the most adorable giggle that made Ethan do a backflip inside.
“Good to know,” Danny said with a grin, “that I can count on positive reinforcement with you around.”
Ethan reached across the table and took Danny’s hand into his own. “Anything for you.”
Danny smirked again and whispered, “What’s gotten into you, tonight? You don’t normally act like this.”
Ethan leaned across the table and kissed Danny shamelessly, and was rewarded with the most satisfying whimper from his mate. He sat back in his chair, still holding Danny’s hand, and said, “Last weekend when it was raining and your lacrosse game got cancelled…”
“Old movies,” Danny interrupted thoughtfully.
Ethan nodded and continued, “Yes, we were watching old movies and cuddling. That night something just clicked. We were joking. You were quoting one of the lines from ‘Death Becomes Her’, and as strange as this sounds, I knew I’d fallen in love with you. Nothing in the world could make me happier than being with you right in that moment, and that feeling hasn’t gone away since.”
Danny’s eyes were welling up and he squeezed Ethan’s hand. “You mean it?”
Ethan leaned across the table again and kissed him once more. “Cross my heart; hope to die.”
Danny was grinning ear to ear and about to reply, but something over Ethan’s shoulder caught his attention and he motioned for Ethan to turn around. His brother, Aiden, was standing outside.
“Is everything alright?” Danny asked in a tone that conveyed authentic concern.
Ethan sighed. “We had a bit of an argument today. He’s wanting to leave Beacon Hills,” he paused and stroked the inside of Danny’s palm, “but I can think of only reasons to stay.”
“Go talk to him,” Danny advised. “I’ll have the waitress hold our food on the hot plate until you get back.”
Ethan wore an expression of inward debate. “You don’t mind?”
“He’s your brother, Ethan. Go,” Danny pressured.
“Okay, I’ll be five minutes,” Ethan stated. He rose from his chair and walked across the restaurant to the entrance. He slipped out into the cool night air to find his brother sitting on his motorcycle wrapped in a bomber jacket. Aiden looked upset.
“You have a few minutes, so say what you came to,” Ethan demanded.
Aiden glanced at his twin and back down to the pavement. “Deucalion is ready to go. He asked me to try to convince you to come with us one last time, or say my goodbyes.” There was a brief silence before he continued, “You aren’t going with me, are you, brother?”
Ethan shook his head. “No, I’m not.”
Aiden drew in a sharp breath. “I didn’t think we’d ever part ways like this.”
Ethan frowned. “I found what I’m looking for right here in Beacon Hills. I hate to see you leave, but I can’t go with you. I love him, Aiden. I’m not leaving him for anyone.”
Aiden sighed and gave his brother a half smile. “Danny’s really the one? Of everyone out there, it’s Danny?”
Ethan nodded. “Yeah, it is.”
Aiden stopped leaning on his bike and stepped up to Ethan. He wrapped his arms around his twin and just stood there for a moment. “Take care of yourself, Ethan.”
Ethan returned the hug, embracing Aiden tightly. “You be careful, yourself. Deucalion isn’t the answer to what you’re looking for. Maybe out there somewhere you’ll find it, but just keep yourself safe until then.”
At that moment, something in the air changed. Goosebumps shot down both twins’ spines and the bottoms of their stomachs fell out, as if someone dropped a heavy stone in their guts. They stepped apart, looking at one another uneasily as adrenalin began to race through their veins.
“You felt that?” Aiden asked.
Ethan shook his head. “Something’s coming.”
No sooner was he able to say the words when two blocks up a silver Porsche turned onto the street and came towards them. The uncomfortably anxious feelings intensified as the driver got closer. A young, handsome adolescent with dark hair and blue eyes was behind the wheel, and as he passed gave no attention at all to the twins on the sidewalk. But his presence set off an alarm inside them. Whoever it was, that person was definitely a werewolf, and had a powerful enough aura to make the brothers enter fight or flight.
“Who was that?” Ethan asked breathlessly, having had the air knocked out of him as the Porsche drove by. “Plates read JCKSN37.”
Aiden had doubled over. He too felt a punch to the chest as the unknown werewolf passed them. “Maybe I won’t be leaving after all…” he trailed off and straightened upright. He didn’t hesitate before jumping on his motorcycle.
“Don’t go after him alone!” Ethan called out as his brother revved the engine. “An adrenal response like that can only mean he is extremely dangerous.”
The skies sounded in distant thunder and the smell of rain was on the wind.
“I’m going to Deucalion,” Aiden replied. “A new player has entered the game, and I have a feeling it could be important.”
Ethan nodded and waved as Aiden sped off into the oncoming rain.
Part 5: Abandoned Hale residence
Scott arrived early to give the property a once over. A light shower had passed over the area, and he wanted to be sure no one was around when Jackson arrived. He kept getting the feeling that someone was there, but he couldn’t hear breathing or a heartbeat other than his own. He couldn’t smell any human odors, but the rain would have washed the air clean. Scott couldn’t sense anything out of the ordinary at all. But an unsettling calmness had fallen over the forest that made him question if he was truly alone.
His phone vibrated in his pocket at around 11:20pm. He checked the text message he received. It was from Stiles, and it read: Danny just texted me pretty excited over the fact that Ethan saw the porsche an hour ago. Plates confirmed, JCKSN37. We are closing the barrier. Watch your back and good luck.
Scott returned the phone to his pocket and stared at the ground in front of him. This was it. Jackson would be arriving soon. He began to head back towards the house, but heard a breath in the distance and froze. It had been faint, but recognizably familiar. It belonged to Allison.
“Allison?” Scott called out into the darkness. “I know you’re there! Come out!”
There was no response. All was quiet. Did Scott imagine it? He swore to himself he’d heard Allison take in a soft, sharp breath, but perhaps he’d heard something else. He continued to scan his surroundings in place. The darkness was illuminated and the area magnified as his eyes turned red. Scott sniffed at every particle that passed by on the breeze, listened for the most muffled of heartbeats. He heard an owl killing a rabbit in the distance, and then a deer disturbing a wet bush as it passed from the other direction. He focused as hard as he could, and he heard the sound of air rushing past a tree trunk.
He darted in that direction like a projectile being fired from a cannon. Although it was a half mile away, he was on the spot in seconds. He smelled the base of the trunk and immediately got the scent of a human female masking her odor. It was faded, but obviously Allison’s scent. She’d just been there seconds before, but upon inspecting the area, Scott could not locate her and the trail had already blown away.
Allison was good, so much so that Scott feared her ability. She’d grown deadly silent; able to blend away into the darkness like a shadow. She’d learned how to mask her scent and slow her heart rate. To hunt game as dangerous as werewolf, she’d become a far more dangerous creature. Spending hours a day with her father, Allison was learning every trick in the family handbook. Scott had come to terms with the notion that she had far surpassed the skill of her dad, and could easily kill any wolf lesser than him.
He stood quietly for several minutes, but couldn’t pick up anything else until he heard an approaching sports car a few miles out. He paced slowly back towards Derek’s old house, and arrived just as Jackson pulled in. Scott noticed a change in the atmosphere as Jackson grew nearer. The air had become heavy. A negative charge began to build, causing a nauseating feeling to creep over Scott. Jackson’s scent was different. It was stronger than before. His pheromone markers were kicked in overdrive, almost to a hostile level bordering territorial aggressiveness.
Scott picked all this up before Jackson even opened his car door, but after he stepped out the hairs on the back of Scott’s neck stood on end and a chill descended his spine. Something was terribly wrong. Jackson looked physically the same as Scott remembered. He was fit, maybe a tad thinner, dressed trendily, and walked with a bitchy attitude. Not much new there in Scott’s opinion, but what was different was how Jackson’s presence was triggering his desire to fight. He wanted to attack Jackson preemptively because of how extremely threatened he felt.
Jackson approached wearing a flat expression. “Scott,” he acknowledged and held out his right hand.
Scott took it and shook once. “Jackson.”
“Where’s Derek?” Jackson asked first, noticing the absence of the other person he’d requested.
Scott frowned. “He’s taken a vacation, you could say. I can get a hold of him if needed, but I’d rather not interrupt him unless I have to call him back.”
“Call him back here,” Jackson demanded. “Tonight.”
“Wait, before we get into this, I don’t think the area is secure,” Scott said quietly.
Jackson raised his eyebrow and fell silent. He tilted the right side of his head outward, as if straining to listen to a very low sound. “I hear no one,” he stated after half a minute of silence.
“I think it’s Allison.” Scott stepped closer to Jackson, dropping his voice to just above a whisper. “I picked up her scent just before you showed. And before you start up about the text, my guess is Lydia told her. Contrary to what you may believe, Allison and I don’t speak much anymore.”
Jackson shifted his weight from right to left and folded his arms across his chest. “You know how to drive stick?” he asked cryptically.
Scott nodded, but had a look of disbelief on his face.. “You want to go for a ride?”
Jackson pulled his keys out of his pocket, tossed them to Scott, and made off towards the passenger side of his vehicle.
“You’re seriously letting me drive your Porsche?!” Scott questioned him in amazement.
Jackson opened the door and said, “Scott, I learned some shit while I was away. On the scale of importance, my car doesn’t even register.”
Scott smiled coolly. “You’ve changed, Jackson.” He got in the driver seat and started the engine. “Put your seatbelt on,” he added.
Jackson did as he was told and sighed. “Impressive idea with the mountain ash, by the way.”
Scott looked surprised as he pulled onto the drive leading back to the main road. “How’d you know?”
Jackson touched his nose. “I could smell it as I came into town. Did you have Stilinski let me through, or is it not done yet?”
Scott grinned. “Are we that predictable?”
A smirk fell across Jackson’s lips. “My senses are better than most of our kind.”
Scott checked out Jackson in his side view and then back to the road as he switched into third gear and drifted around a corner. The streets were still wet and slick from the rain. “Why is that, Jackson?” he asked as they came off the turn and onto a straight stretch of road. The second the words left his mouth, Scott kicked up to forth and put down the throttle, accelerating to one-thirty in no time at all.
Jackson turned to Scott, looked him up and down, and said, “You’re a True Alpha, right?”
Scott nodded. “Did Lydia tell you?”
“She talks a lot,” Jackson snorted.
Scott understood and chuckled. “Go on.”
Jackson reclined a bit further in his seat and turned his attention to beyond the windshield. “Being a True Alpha, you have immense strength and agility, and your senses are attuned to the max. I bet you didn’t know those are dormant, genetic traits?”
Scott’s jaw dropped slightly as his senses picked something up. “There’s a speed trap ahead. I’m turning the lights out.” He killed the lights and his eyes again flashed red. He could see the road just as well as when the headlights were on. The Porsche’s speed rose as they passed the hidden police vehicle around the bend. Scott pushed the car harder, slipping into fifth gear and putting the pedal to the floor. The night was so dark the officer didn’t see the 911 pass by, but thought his speedometer might be broken when it clocked one hundred sixty-three miles per hour at thin air.
“Continue,” Scott ordered. He didn’t turn the lights back on, rather preferring to maintain the lightless driving. It pleased him to catch Jackson grip the hand rest as the Porsche continued to gain speed in the darkness.
Jackson’s blue eyes brightened and glowed, acclimating his vision to the night. “A True Alpha can only be brought to the surface if it already resided there in the first place. It’s a part of your ancestry. Your bloodline descends from the original alpha. The Father Wolf, Fenrir. Apparently he slept with a few human women and their children were born with those genetic traits locked away in their DNA. Those genes are passed down from generation to generation until one day, a werewolf bite injects what’s called wolf venom into the blood stream, and immediately begins to awaken those dormant traits. If you did not descend from one of the three original werewolves, wolf venom is highly toxic and causes internal bleeding and death every time.”
“That’s what happened to a girl Derek was dating when he was in junior high. An alpha took a bite out of her, and she didn’t make the change,” Scott interrupted. “But what about Lydia? Immune to the wolf venom?”
“Lydia said that crazy Blake woman called her a banshee. All over the United Kingdom, I picked up stories and references to those creatures. They are powerful beings; practically demigods. The old legends called them the spirits of women who’s cries were ominous signs of impending dome. In modern day, although uncommon they are known to be real among the supernatural society. The night walkers like us, people of the underworld, they fear banshees. The strong ones have telepathy and a wide range of psychokinetic abilities, even moving objects with their minds and levitation. None of that really sounds like Lydia to me, however, one common trait among banshees is a physical immunity to all poisons. Wolf venom is a deadly toxin, and she survived it but didn’t become a werewolf. That could be all the proof right there.”
“So what about you?” Scott inquired. “You still haven’t explained why your senses are better than other werewolves, or why I’m so literally shaken from sitting next to you.”
Jackson nodded and pursed his pouty lips together. “I descended from one of the three original siblings, but not Fenrir. My lineage comes from Amarok. He was brother of Fenrir and called the Lone Wolf, or the Apex Omega. Like the True Alpha, the Apex Omega has comparable strength, but my real ability lies in being able to spread a hyper adrenal response to others through scent and body posturing. That’s why you’ve been on an adrenaline kick since you got in the car. That’s why you’re burning through my gas right now. My natural scent forces your body to enter fight or flight mode. Most other wolves cower in my presence. Just like you, I was a regular werewolf up until an environmental trigger caused the Apex Omega to surface. How’d the True Alpha awaken in you?”
“I forced my way through a barrier of mountain ash,” Scott said proudly. “You?”
“I can’t cross mountain ash…” Jackson trailed off, looking bothered by that revelation. “I walked into a pub outside Dublin and was surrounded by four packs. They didn’t recognize me as one of them, and things got hairy. Basically, just before I was about to be torn apart, my body reacted, and gave out those pheromones that are effecting you now. The seven patrons sitting nearest all slid back away from me, and a third of the pub made a break for the rear exit all in the same breath. Didn’t even have to say one word.”
“See, that’s a fucking cool skill to have!” Scott shouted aggressively. “I don’t have that!” The pheromones emitting from Jackson were starting to cause tension to build in Scott, raising his anxiety level greatly. He slapped the steering wheel and continued. “So you said their was a third original werewolf?”
“Yeah,” Jackson replied. “Fenrir of the alphas, Amarok of the omegas, and Asena of the betas. The She-wolf and sister to Fenrir and Amarok.”
Scott eased off the acceleration and slowed back to just above the speed limit before switching the headlights back on. “Listen, I gotta get some nose plugs or vapor rub or something, because you’ve got me all jacked up on pheromones. I’m starting to have trouble seeing straight. And we need to get gas.”
Jackson laughed truly for the first time that night. “Premium only.”
Part 6: Allison’s bedroom
Allison slipped into her bedroom window appearing utterly annoyed. She was dressed in a sleek, black, skin-tight outfit made of sturdy, lightweight materials like nylon and woven kevlar. A quiver and bow hung off her back, and two dagger handles protruded forward from under each armpit. A dozen, four inch, throwing knives were strapped around her left thigh, and on her right hip a shiny pistol rested in it’s holster. She was also wearing black, leather, knee-high boots with a slight heel. Another large blade was tucked in the inside of her right boot. On top her hair was pulled up in a pony. She looked like a femme fatale straight from the movies.
“Readying for battle?” a voice asked out of the darkness of her bedroom just before the light flipped on. It was her father, Chris.
After looking startled and grasping a blade handle from under her right arm, she relaxed and sighed. “Not now, dad.”
“Why were you out so late dressed like that?” he demanded.
Allison began to unclip and take off the weaponry she had on, placing it in a case laying open on her bed. “Jackson Whittemore is back.”
Chris quirked his right eyebrow and folded his arms across is chest. “I haven’t been spending all this time providing you with backbreaking training so you could go out recklessly on your own. It’s not wise, Allison.”
She rolled her eyes. “I can handle myself.”
“I know you can,” he replied. “I’m worried about everyone else.”
She stopped what she was doing and glared at him, but only for a moment. She then continued to disarm and said, “You think daddy’s little girl is going to hurt someone?”
“At the rate you’re going it’s only a matter of time,” Chris replied scenically. “What are you thinking going out like that? What if the police found you? Would you harm them to protect your secret? That’s not how we do things, Allison. You are way out of line.”
Allison groaned. “Stop. Just stop. If a cop laid eyes on me it’d only be for a split second and I’d have disappeared. I’m not some crazed killer, dad.”
“Let me ask you for the last time. Why were you out?” Chris asked with rapidly waning patience.
Allison took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. “Lydia got a text from Jackson a few days ago. It was serious. He needed to speak with Scott and Derek. That was suppose to be tonight. The message read specifically to not let me or my family know about it. That we’d kill them over it. Do you know what it could be?”
Chris zoned out for a half second, but then shook his head and inquired, “Did you overhear anything?”
She frowned and stomped the floor with her left heel. “No. Scott was onto me. They drove off and I wasn’t able to keep up. He almost caught me, but I was able to scale a nearby tree. If I’d been one second slower, he’d have seen me.”
“You’re getting better,” Chris said with some small bit of approval. “What exactly did this text message say?”
“Lydia, I’m coming home in three days. I must speak with Scott and Derek as soon as I return. Too important to wait. Have them meet me at Derek’s old house Friday at midnight. Do not tell Allison or the Argents! They can’t know about this or we are all dead,” she recited allowed. “I memorized it.”
Chris nodded. “Maybe I should stop doubting your ability. Although I’d not have gone out there dressed for war, you did good. I’d have tried the same thing. Discretely gather intel.”
Allison plastered a proud smile across her face. “So what do we do now?”
Chris shifted and rubbed the back of his neck. “If it is that serious, this could be a genuine threat against our family. Are you ready to graduate to the next level?”
Allison’s expression sobered and she nodded intently. “I am. Whatever we need to do.”
“Good. This will be your true test. If you succeed, I won’t question your ability to take up your mother’s spot as head of this family.”
“What must I do?” she asked with blatant determination.
“To get sensitive information like this, when the enemy’s doing everything in their power to hide it from you, you’ll have two options. The first is messy. We would have to capture, interrogate, and torture one of them. That is obviously not going to be the best choice in this situation. The second method rests entirely on your shoulders. You’d need to infiltrate Scott’s mind and heart. You won him over once. You’ll have to do it again. Make him trust you enough to share with you what Jackson was so eager to hide from us. If Jackson does tell Lydia, that may be another angle to play, but Scott is going to be the easiest access point.”
“You want me to use my history with Scott?” Allison felt slightly more uncomfortable with the scenario playing out in her head.
“If you have to make him think you still love him, you’ll do whatever is necessary,” Chris said. “You think you can handle that?”
Allison’s resolve solidified as she took out the dagger that was tucked in her boot and flicked it across the bedroom. It whizzed by an inch passed Chris’s face and stuck into the bull’s-eye on the back of her door, dead center. “Piece of cake,” she said wearing a dark smirk.
Part 7: Dan’s Gas station
Scott and Jackson were both leaning against the 911 while they waited for the fuel tank to fill. The gas station was closed but the pumps worked on plastic. A neon sign hung overhead that read ‘Dan’s Gas’. It was in the middle of nowhere and they were the only two there.
“So you have yet to tell me anything that would lead the Argent’s to come after us,” Scott began.
Jackson stared off for a moment and then looked at him. “I’ve decided to wait. At least until Derek is back. If Allison was truly out there spying on us, it’s not safe to say yet. It’s too important to fall into the wrong hands.”
“And if they decide to scoop you up in the dead of night?” Scott asked.
Jackson chuckled. “They’d be making a grave mistake trying to take either of us.”
Scott shook his head with a serious expression. “I’m not so sure. She had the drop on us tonight and we didn’t even know it. A few silver nitrate bangs, a couple well placed arrows coated in wolf’s bane? I think she could have taken us.”
Jackson looked surprised. “You believe she’s that dangerous?”
“No doubt in my mind,” Scott replied pointedly. “I had her. I literally had her tonight. I heard that sound when air rushes by a young pine. I was on it in maybe four and a half to five seconds. All she left was the faintest of scent trails that was gone in the breeze a few seconds later. Not a heartbeat. Not a sound. Vanished like a ghost. You think you could last long against someone like that? Maybe we are physically stronger and faster than her, but I wouldn’t bet against her in a fight.”
Jackson had begun to get back in the car as Scott finished pumping the gas. “I’m curious to see for myself.”
“Tango with that?” Scott scoffed. “Where should I send the ‘get well soon’ card to?” He replaced the cap to the fuel tank and returned to the driver seat.
“Have you got the pheromone thing under control?” Jackson asked.
Scott shrugged. “It’s not as noticeable.” He started up the car and said, “I’m going to Stiles’ place. He and Isaac are waiting up for me and it’s getting late. You can go about your business when we get there, or you can come in and help explain some of this stuff to them.”
Jackson sighed exhaustedly. “I’ll pass. A night with you three sounds terribly… well, terrible in every sense imaginable. Just make sure you remember to call Derek.”
Scott half laughed and half rolled his eyes. “Nice to see some things haven’t changed.”
End of Episode 1
A/N: So I’ve been out of the game for a while now. It’s been years since I’ve even read any fan fiction, and a few more since writing one. I remember as a teenager reading a Harry/Draco fic and falling in love with my first slash couple. Wrote several short stories, branched out to other fandoms I enjoyed, and then fell out of the game. Caught a taste of real life and it changed the way I looked at things. I took down and destroyed most of the stories I’d written. I wanted to write my own work, create my own worlds, build my own legends, and ultimately felt the work from my teenage years simply wasn’t that good. Plot was great for most, but the writing was just bad.
Now I’m working on my first book more than full-time. Luckily I can afford not to hold a job and devote all my energy into my passion. Not everyone has the opportunity and I’m thankful I’m able to do this. However, I’ve come to a writer’s block and unlike most cases it wasn’t something I could bulldoze through. It is a delicate part of the story and requires a refined finesse I’m currently lacking, so I went in search of something to take my mind off of it for a while. That lead me back to livejournal and I stumbled across this slash community. I can’t begin to tell you how many perverse fantasies I’ve had about those Teen Wolf boys. Although I wasn’t as impressed with this last season, it was still enjoyable and I look forward to the next half when it airs in January.
But my creative juices have been flowing after reading a few of these fics you guys wrote, which were really good by the way. Nostalgia set in, an idea stewed for a day or two, and I’m deciding to come out of fan fiction retirement. Only for this one story. The plot will follow everything that has already come to pass, and I’ll try to update twice a week, although working on my book consumes a lot of the day. I do not have a direct objective in mind, however, I do have a basic outline with ideas to expand on. I hope you folks enjoy reading these as much as I enjoyed writing them. Feedback is great. Might help with direction. Cheers.