Summary:

An Alpha arrives the same time that Theo does for mysterious reasons. Will he be as conniving as Theo? Or will he help save the pack from the multitude of villains this season. AU Season 5

A/N: This is my first fan fiction, I decided to get back into writing and this has been an easy way to focus some ideas and also get it out for others to see. Please review or PM and let me know how you like it, if you didn't, and what would make you like it more as it's a very much so work in progress story.

I have recently updated some of the chapters, so if you're new, welcome. If you were following me before my long hiatus, welcome back and enjoy some of the updates. I have all of season 5 finished and am making my way through 6. I have the majority of the prequal done as well, so that should be popping up soon too. The chapter that is currently up has been almost completely redone. I will be updating it and uploading the rest once I finish it. Since timing is terrible I will likely do a bulk upload and put the whole prequel out at once.

The story deviates slightly from the show, majority of which are added scenes. The longer it goes the more changes occur. Season 6 is shaping up to be quite different. As for chapter lengths. The first few a short, but the later chapters tend to be around 50,000 words. The longest (and my favorite) is around 80,000. Later chapters gain other POVs, which helps a lot, Steve can get tired of trying to be everywhere.

Hope you Enjoy!

Senior Storm

Steve was preparing for his first day at Beacon Hills High School when he heard thunder and the lights flicker. He sighed as he prepared to lose power. Steve moved towards the window and peered outside watching the rain drops collect against the glass before the drops rolled off and were quickly replaced.

It was a supposed to be a full moon but the sky was pitch black. It didn't matter to Steve. He was well accustomed to the pull of the moon. He opened his closet door to figure out what he would wear tomorrow, wanting to make a good impression but not draw too much attention.

It was nearly midnight when he laid down to go to sleep. He pulled out his phone to set his alarm when he noticed he was roaming. His clock said 17:13 before it flashed white and went black. The magnets on his white board clattered to the floor while the photos and documents that were being held up floated to the ground. A moment later the magnets flew back onto the board as his house started to shake.

"Oh, that's really not good." He got up and headed to the window again. Multiple lightning strikes filled the ground as he opened the window and leapt into the pouring rain, heading to the high school. He knew that Scott and his pack would be at the Senior Scribe thing. He had received an evite on his student email since he enrolled as a senior. He hadn't planned on going. He didn't have time for silly high school traditions for school he was only enrolled in to get information. He slowed to a jog as he came to the high school's parking lot, listening for any disturbance beyond the babble of excited seniors and the downpour. He picked up Scott's name and saw a boy and girl talking under the awning at the front of the school.

"What's wrong with you? You smell terrible," the girl said.

"Yeah, it's called anxiety. It should be a familiar scent for you now seeing as that is the constant state for me."

Steve tried to find her scent but couldn't smell anything beyond the rain. "Werewolf?" he muttered to himself, "Must be from Scott's pack."

"Why is this thing so important to you?" girl asked

"It's not," the boy paused, "It's not. It's, uh, I dunno maybe it is. I asked my dad the other day about his high school friends. Guess how many he talks to? None not a single one." The boy said shaking his head. "y'know, and these were his best friends, and he just says he lost touch with them. Y'know. So, I started thinking about things like I always do—"

"Obsessively," the girl interrupted.

"Yeah, and so I'm thinking what if Scott's my best friend now, y'know, but, he's not my best friend for life?"

Hopefully it's the same Scott I'm looking for Steve thought as he started to move across the parking lot.

"Well doesn't that just happen sometimes?

"Yeah, but only because we let it happen. Y'know, that's what I'm saying. How come when we graduate we're just expected to go our separate ways? If I already found the best people in my life why aren't I not trying to just stay with them, y'know?

"Yeah, I thought that was plan, the dream," the girl responded making a gesture towards the sky.

"The vision." the boy gestured towards the girl. "And don't mock the vision.

"I like the vision," the girl said stepping closer to the boy and grabbing his waist, "especially if I'm part of it." She paused for a moment, "So that's why you wanted everyone to be here. Because you don't want to lose all your friends after senior year."

"And I hope they don't want to lose me." The two began to make-out

Steve was nearing the end of the parking lot when a small boy ran past him. Steve caught the slight werewolf smell coming from the boy.

The girl pulled away from the first boy and turned her head. "Someone's coming. Someone fast," she said as she spun and pinned the younger boy to the ground with one hand.

Steve raised an eyebrow. "Impressive."

"Scott's in trouble," the boy gasped after a few breaths.

"Well shit," Steve groaned as he followed the trio towards the field behind the school.

He rounded the corner and saw a werewolf dig his glowing blue claws into another werewolf and lift him off the ground. "What the hell is that," he muttered. He slid to a stop, staying in the rain to hide his scent as much as he could.

The impaled werewolf began to sink to the ground, groaning in pain. "Not very impressive for a true alpha," he muttered to himself. But the true alpha started to rise, his eyes glowing a bright red. Scott grabbed the attackers arm and wrenched it to the side, snapping the bones, before ripping the claws out of chest and tossing them aside.

"I don't know who you are. Or what you thought you were going to do. But I'll give you a choice. You can stay and I'll break something else, or you can run," Scott threatened.

"I'd run," the taller boy from earlier stated.

"Should have just killed him," Steve thought as the attacker scurried away. He looked around to survey the group. At least three werewolves and an alpha had their claws out, and another girl wielding a katana. "They could have taken him, easily."

The pack regrouped, facing away from Steve, looking at the werewolf who had been on the ground a moment ago.

"You don't remember me do you, I guess I look a little different since the fourth grade," the lone man stated to the pack. Steve moved a bit closer to hear better through the rain.

"Theo?" Scott replied.

"You know him?" The girl from earlier asked before sniffing and spinning around.

"Damn." Steve was hoping to keep in the background for a few more days. "What about him?" She nodded towards Steve.

The alpha squinted at Steve trying to see through the rain. "Who are you?" he asked.

Steve stepped under the awning and flashed his red eyes. "I'm Steve," The pack crouched bringing out their claws and sword, except for the tall, lanky boy who stood to the side. "Easy, I'm not here to fight," Steve said holding up his hands.

The pack straightened, sheathing the katana and their claws. "Well, what did you come here for?" The tall boy said looking between the two newcomers.

"I heard of an alpha in Beacon Hills, when I heard it was Scott McCall I couldn't believe it. Not just an alpha, a true alpha. I came back home to Beacon Hills. Back home with my family. 'Cause I want to be a part of your pack."

The boy's eyes shift toward the true alpha before turning his attention to Steve, raising his eyebrows. "and you?"

"The weather," he chuckled, gesturing to the downpour that blocked out everything but the lights on the field. "I came to talk to Scott. I need help." Steve answered when he saw the group wasn't amused.

"Yeah," the boy drew out the word looking towards Scott who was still squinting at Steve.

"That Senior Scribe thing is about to start. You guys should probably head in," Steve mentioned turning to leave.

"Are you a senior?" Scott asked raising an eyebrow.

"Yeah, just came to town a few days ago."

"Would you want to come with us?" The boy by Scott's side looked flabbergasted as he began to make slight gestures urging Scott away Steve.

Steve laughed, "Nah, I'll pass. Haven't gone here long enough to participate in any of the local rituals." Steve headed back out into the rain and headed home.

"That could have gone better."