Wolves - A Teen Wolf Fanfic
Before reading -
No, I do not own Teen Wolf or any of the characters. (Soo sad)
Chapter 1 - Alive
Stiles and Scott were in the cafeteria eating lunch. Stiles was enjoying his curly fries and fried chicken, while Scott wasn't eating anything. Stiles glared at Scott with some fries sticking out of his mouth,
"What's wrong?"
Scott looked at the other students chatting, he wasn't aware that Stiles was talking to him. "Buddy?" He then heard Stiles say, and by judging by the sound of his friend's voice, Stiles had been trying to communicate with him for quite a long time. "Scott?"
Scott finally met his friend's eyes. "What?"
Stiles took a look at Scott's sandwich containing; salmon, lettuce , cucumbers, an avocado, and some kind of white sauce.
"Why aren't you eating anything?" Said Stiles, he had a weird look on his face, as if his best friend was sick or something.
Scott took his eyes off Stiles, and looked back at the other eating students. Stiles slapped his friend on the back of his shoulder, making Scott look back at his friend. "I'm not hungry."
Stiles put his hand on Scott's forehead to see if he had a fever. "Dude!" Scott annoyed said, taking Stiles' hand off.
"How can you not be hungry?" Said Stiles, as he put another handful of curly fries in his mouth.
"Derek. He's not responding to any of my texts or calls. And I can't find him anywhere."
Stiles glared back at Scott. "You're not eating because of Derek? He's not worth it, dude."
Scott gave Stiles an annoyed look, before saying "What if he's going after Allison? She's not here."
Stiles scoffed. "Of course he's not going after her."
"You don't know that!" Scott said, standing up.
"I gotta find him."
Stiles frustrated sighed, before surrendering. He didn't take another bite of his food. Instead Stiles joined his friend on the way out of the cafeteria.
The boys got into Stiles' jeep; Stiles in the driver's seat, and Scott in the shotgun.
"Where to?" Asked Stiles, as he turned on the engine.
"The Hale house."
Stiles started to drive. When they were off the school's ground, he took a left turn, he then drove straight ahead for a while. After several turns, and a few roundabouts, they arrived at the Hale house.
As Scott and Stiles stepped out of the car, Scott caught a scent. Derek, and then someone else. Someone he hadn't smelled in a long time. It was the scent of Peter Hale. Scott quickly dropped it. Peter was dead. Dead and buried.
As the two teenagers walked closer to the old house, the scent of Peter got stronger. For a minute Scott considered telling Stiles to go, but then he suddenly remembered Peter was buried in the house. Scott thought that explained the scent.
Stiles and Scott entered through the front door. They walked into the living room, and suddenly a man appeared behind them.
Stiles saw a big hole in the floor - the place Peter had been buried. Scott sensed, as well as Stiles, something wasn't right. Peter wasn't there.
"Well, hello there." The man behind them said.
The voice made the boys freeze for a moment before turning around. Stiles' heart began beating faster, and Scott smelled his friend's fear. Scott wolfed out, ready to fight the mysterious man.
Peter - the mysterious man - didn't bother to wolf out when Scott came at him. Peter grabbed Scott's wrist before he could manage to scratch him. Peter grabbed Scott around his throat, he then tossed Scott across the room. Scott landed on a table, and seconds after, the table broke making Scott fall to the ground.
Peter glared at Stiles, who stood completely frozen. The boy put his hands up, walking backwards, trying to avoid getting thrown across the room like his friend. Peter growled at him. "Leave him alone!" Cried Scott. Peter turned his attention back to Scott. The young werewolf stood up, still wolfed out.
"Really, Scott?" Peter scoffed.
Scott roared, showing Peter his sharp fangs. Peter stood calmy, showing no signs of fear.
"Stiles, go! Run, get out of here! ." Scott said, sounding desperate. Scott didn't want his brother getting hurt. And definitely not because of Scott's stupid idea of coming here.
"I'm not leaving you." Stiles replied. Stiles was stubborn, he wasn't gonna leave Scott alone with that psycho.
Scott tried again to attack Peter, but this time Peter wolfed out. And to Scott's surprise, Peter was somehow still an alpha. His red eyed glowed dangerously, and his fangs looked sharp; ready to rip someone's throat out.
Scott came at him with all his strength, but Peter easily scratched Scott's chest. The young beta's shirt was ripped open, and blood poured out. Scott screamed in pain as he fell back to the ground. The alpha grabbed Scott's throat, once again, and threw him into a nearby wall. Scott groaned as he was trying his best to get up. Peter slowly walked towards him.
Stiles wanted to stop the older Hale, but there was no way he could fight him. Stiles quickly came up with an idea. He slowly, without Peter noticing, walked over to the broken table. Luckily it was a broken glass table. Stiles discreetly picked up a piece of broken glass.
The older werewolf glared down at Scott. "There's no need to fight, Scott. Join me."
Scott looked up at Peter. "I'll... never.. join you.." He said weakly. Peter was about to do something, but Stiles threw the broken glass at him. The small, but sharp, piece of glass hit the wolf in the left shoulder.
Peter turned around, looking directly at Stiles. He sighed annoyed.
He then quickly walked towards Stiles. Peter grabbed Stiles' shirt and pushed him against one of the cold walls.
"No!" Scott shouted from across the room, again trying to get up. The beta finally managed to get up. Scott had returned to his human form, but he turned back to wolf. "Let him go!" He roared.
Suddenly the sound of a door opening made Peter let go of Stiles.
Another man walked into the living room. Scott immediately turned back to human shape, so did Peter.
Scott recognized the man's face. The man, was one Scott never thought he'd see ever again. A feeling of anger, sadness, and doubt rushed through Scott's body.
He then spoke the words he hadn't said for decades.
"Dad?"
