Scott tapped his pen impatiently. He was slouching at the back of the physics classroom with a bored Stiles besides him. He was sat in the last class on a gorgeous Friday afternoon and could not bring himself to concentrate. One more project presentation and he would be free. He placed his pen back into his mouth and started chewing as Greenberg nervously paced to the front, some notes in his hand. The teacher looked at him apprehensively before signalling the poor boy to start.

"Err, so a lunar eclipse happens when the moon, like, goes behind the earth and into its shadow. It can only happen when the moon is full…"

Scott moaned. Stiles groaned. Greenberg droned on. By the glistening window sat Lydia, quietly playing with her hair and to her right was Allison, sitting sideways with her legs in the aisle. She turned her head to give Isaac, sat behind her, a playful glare and shook her fist at him. Her surname being Argent meant she had been the first to present her project today while Isaac, who had boasted he had not even started, would have until their next physics lesson the following Wednesday courtesy of his surname, Lahey. He chuckled and stuck out the tip of his tongue.

"So in 2013, I mean this year, there were one in April and another in October…"

April. Just over a month ago. Scott remembered that night well. He remembered sleeping well that night, finally feeling things were looking up for him and his friends, no, his pack. A serial killer had been stopped and Deucalion had fled from town with his tail between his legs. Scott still pondered why. He reasoned that once the eclipse was over and Deucalion had his powers back, he was more than a match for himself and Derek, especially since the latter's eyes shone blue again. Perhaps Deucalion was secretly grateful he survived because of Derek's intervention. Maybe it was getting his sight back. Who knew?

"Unlike solar eclipses, you can stare at the moon during a lunar eclipse. You don't need eye protection because it's not brighter or anything…"

Deucalion had apparently ditched the twins without as much as a goodbye. Neither twin could get through to him by phone and came home to the penthouse to find he had taken every credit card and all the wads of cash the alpha pack had been relying on, essentially leaving them to fend for themselves. The "dissolution of the alpha pack" Stiles had dramatically declared, with his arms raised and a huge grin plastered across his face, Scott couldn't help but return a wide smile of his own. Dissolution but not disappearance Scott thought. Ethan and Aiden had decided to stay in town, probably because here they would at least have a roof over their heads. Scott was oddly glad, he felt more secure knowing where two potentially dangerous alphas were than if they had gone missing. Much like his mother and spiders, if she could see them then all was well but the moment those eight-legged menaces scuttled under the sofa and disappeared from view then all hell would break loose in the McCall household.

"The type and length of an eclipse depends on the Moon's location relative to its orbital nodes. Unlike a solar eclipse, a lunar eclipse can be seen from anywhere on the Earth where it is night time…" Greenberg went on.

Stiles had theorised the twins still came to school for the pre-paid lunches and Scott had accepted it without much thought. He had been chatting with Ethan whenever he could and felt they were slowly becoming friends, unfortunately this was hindered by the twin's irritating and overprotective brother. Not to mention Isaac was still bitter about Boyd's death and has been doing his best to get the twins in trouble at school. Aiden had already been suspended so Isaac reasoned it shouldn't be too hard to get him expelled. The student body believed Boyd died from explosive diarrhoea and after the short period of mourning and grief came the mean jokes, much to Isaac's chagrin. He had once threatened a boy to shut up and sent him the best death stare he could manage only to be met with a cheeky "Too soon?" If Scott hadn't been there the boy would have been beaten to a pulp.

The bell rang halfway through Greenberg's presentation. After promising to meet Stiles later at his house, Scott got on his motorbike and rode to Deaton's clinic. He enjoyed his job, he loved animals. It was a short ride and soon Scott arrived at the vets. He noticed a Honda

"Alan? I'm here!"

"Really? You're on first name basis?" Scott whipped his head round to see the school's guidance counsellor sitting in one of the chairs. She had been off work due to a chest wound and only returned to her job a few days ago. She sat there staring at him, cool and collected as always. Must be a family thing Scott thought.

"Ms. Morell? You're here? Aren't you teaching? School just finished…"

"Cars Scott, they're called cars. I finished my day and got here before you due to superior methods of transport. Motorcyclists are also known as organ donors, did you know that?"

Scott winced. He didn't trust her; she had that aura of mystery surrounding her. She always felt unapproachable to Scott, an undesirable trait for a teacher. Her sass didn't help either.

"Err, ok. Is your brother here?"

"In the back, but oh look, you're early. Sit" Ms. Morell said coldly before she beckoned to the empty seat across from her. Scott edged towards it nervously before sitting down. He felt scolded, like a child and felt it necessary to subtly remind this woman that he had saved her in the past.

"So how's your breas… chest! Chest. How's your chest… You know, Deucalion's stick and…"

"Healed" she simply offered. She paused and looked Scott in the eyes before continuing. "I understand, and feel that I am no longer an emissary." Scott made a move to speak but she raised her hand to stop him and continued talking. "No no, I know you did what you had to but there is a bigger picture here…"

"You feel?" Scott butted in. Morell huffed angrily.

"Yes! If you're interested then go talk to my brother."

"What do you mean… bigger picture?"

"Do you know how and why the alpha pack was formed, Deucalion's true intentions? Ever wondered why he was so desperate for peace with the hunters, going so far as asking for an alliance?" Scott inwardly groaned, he didn't want to hear this. He was done, this stuff was supposed to be over. He wished all this supernatural crap would leave him alone. It was his fault though, he had asked her a question and now she was vomiting riddles at him. She was a teacher though and being rude to her would probably come back to bite him.

"I have a feeling you're going to tell me…" Scott mumbled. Morell sat up straight.

"He was terrified. He needed help." She paused before continuing. Scott's eyes perked up and the woman before him gave a small smirk, knowing she had his attention.

"He knew his original pack wasn't strong enough and sought out neighbouring packs to form an allegiance with his own. I'm sure you remember Ennis, Kali and you must have heard of Derek's mother. Even with the promised support from these… very powerful alphas he was still insecure, still agitated. He only told me of course, he trusted me." Morell had emphasized the word "trusted". Scott found it hard to imagine Deucalion had been scared of anything, he looked at his hands.

"Deucalion then sought out the help of those who would do him harm. This blunder cost him his sight."

"Gerard Argent" Scott piped in, hoping to give the impression he knew more than she thought he did. Morell rolled her eyes at him.

"In his despair he discovered he could strengthen himself by sacrificing members of his own, his betas. This gave him hope again; a solution to his problem. He began to create what would become the alpha pack, a pack of the strongest and most unique alphas."

Sacrificing? Create? That was putting it very, very nicely Scott thought and he couldn't help but feel impatient. "I know all this, you still haven't told me why."

"Why do you think?"

"I don't know, power? I don't really want to know either…" Scott wished his boss would come out already and tell him to do what he was being paid for.

"For safety, for protection, for the power to fight back…"

"Against WHAT?" Scott heard footsteps. He didn't mean to shout but at least Deaton now knew he was here. Morell seemed to notice this too and her speech quickened.

"Not what but who. Listen to me Scott, you may think Deucalion was evil and twisted but the truth was he was, in his own why, trying to protect us all." Scott shook his head disbelievingly but he could hear the steady beat of Ms. Morell's heart and knew she was telling the truth.

"There's someone worse out there?" Scott asked, instantly regretting it.

"Yes and he is coming here. He is already in the state and working his way to our little town…"

"What do you mean?"

"Simply he has other places to visit before setting food in Beacon Hills."

"No I mean… what is his name?"

"Cha-"

"Marin" Scott turned his head to see his boss standing behind the reception desk, his face stern and full of warning. Deaton called his sisters name softly but Scott could definitely feel the threatening undertone. Morell spared him a glance and pursed her lips.

"There's no avoiding this Alan, the sooner he knows the sooner we can prepare"

"Marin, I'm warning you. Leave. You're currently not welcome here."

Scott gripped his jeans. This was tense and he wanted more than ever to just be in the back, stroking a cat or something. The druid siblings stared at each other.

"Charl-"

"MARIN" Thundered Deaton. If she was intimidated she did not show it. Instead she rose from her chair, looked her brother in the eye and calmly continued.

"There are no longer any werewolves in Oregon."

"No, how could you possibly know…"

"Ask your little protégé, he can tell you if I'm making this up."

"Marin please…"

"Just like a few years ago, packs completely vanished from Nevada and not long before that Utah's wolves suffered the same fate." Morell folded her arms. Deaton fell silent.

"California is next, Alan. Deucalion never had time to even complete his pack; he wasted an entire summer gunning after the pitiful remains of the Hales."

"Careful Marin…" Deaton said.

"I warned him you know, not to waste time here. He should have listened. Now, there is no alpha pack." Morell spat bitterly. "No soldiers to hold back the tide."

Scott had been growing increasingly confused and more and more desperate for his life to remain normal. However, werewolves being completely wiped out of some states? Surely that's impossible. Hunters have a code right? Even without one they weren't that efficient. Maybe it was a natural thing, maybe the packs moved away, Scott considered.

"Is this dude a hunter?"

"No, a werewolf" Deaton whispered, looking down at his shoes. Oh, of course, Scott sighed.

"Come on, we've taken everything that's been thrown at us. We beat a powerful druid! We beat a pack of alphas. How bad can this guy be?"

"Scott…" Deaton mumbled, shaking his head.

"Care to repeat the latter achievement?" Morell asked him, snidely and looking annoyed.

"What?"

"I seem to remember it was Ms. Blake who took out Kali, not you. The carelessness and nature of the individual members ensured the packs downfall, nothing I could have prevented. But here you are Scott, boldly claiming credit that it was you and your little friends who defeated us." Morell deliberately paused between each word. "Could. You. Do. It. Again?"

"Are you telling me… that Deucalion was building an alpha pack to fight an alpha pack?" Scott said. It was ridiculous in his head and even more so now that he's said it out loud.

"Not initially no. But then he believed it was the only way."

"Yes"

"Yes what?"

"Yes we can do it again. We can stop anyone who's threatening the people we care about." Scott said, puffing his chest. "I trust my friends, I have faith in them."

Morell made a face and looked like she was about to explode.

"I can't… I cannot begin to… that sheer arrogance… you! Faith? Faith?" It was the first time Scott saw her lose her cool and it was incredibly unnerving. Her body was shaking in frustration. Deaton moved towards his sister and placed his hand on her shoulder which she batted away in annoyance.

"What makes you think a handful of teenagers can handle an alpha pack, let alone two?"

"Well one of them is already finished so…" Scott stopped, realising it was the wrong thing to say after seeing the look on Morell's face. Why? How can this woman set him on edge so easily? "Err, I mean to say… we have Allison?" Scott suggested weakly, hoping to end the unpleasant conversation.

"And? So what?" Morell replied menacingly.

"And there's Isaac…"

"You have to be joking…" She butted in.

"There are the twins? They might help… well I think Ethan might…"

"More trouble than help" She sneered.

"Sis, I believe you should calm down. I have the herbs you came for. Aren't there places you should be?" Deaton offered, subtly gesturing towards the door. Scott was irritated, who was she to mock his pack, his friends and make him feel like a scolded infant. He watched as she made her way towards the door and couldn't help but try and get the last word in.

"I'm an alpha, a True alpha."

Morell stopped and for a moment Scott thought he had her. She turned her head back slowly and looked him in the eye. Her calm, collected demeanour had returned.

"Scott, you couldn't possibly have thought you were the only one?

Her last few words chilled Scott to the bone.

"Charles Alexander de Vere. He was the first."