– Chapter 1 –
"MOM!" Scott McCall screamed, as he sat up in his bed. He could clearly remember how Jennifer – who'd turned out to be the darach – had tried to take his mom, how he had accepted his fate to become a true alpha in order to save his mom, how he'd lost control after that. And unfortunately, he couldn't remember what had happened afterwards.
He looked around, wondering when or how he got into his room and how he'd just fallen asleep peacefully while his mom was probably locked up somewhere, waiting to be sacrificed.
He was surrounded by books. All the extra readings he'd done this summer. A better student, a better friend, a better son.. His own words were dancing through his head.
"It's gonna be different this year." He'd told Ms. Blake, filled with pride. Well, this year sure was different, but not in a good way.
He found his phone on top of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows. He last book he'd read.
10 missed calls from Stiles, this couldn't be good.
Stiles had probably been waiting by his phone all night, 'cause when Scott called him back, it only rang once.
"Dude, where are you?!" You could hear he tried not to scream.
Scott looked around once again, just to be sure. "I'm home. Where are you? What happened?" He got up to get some clothes.
"I'm with Allison, Lydia and Isaac. You need to come over. Now. We're at my house."
"On my way." Scott added as he jumped out the window.
"Scott!" He could recognize this from miles away – literally though, 'cause he was a werewolf –. It was the beautiful yet painful sound of Allison's voice. He got off his bike and almost fell over because of the speed at which she rushed into him and hugged him. His reflexes were fine – more than fine actually –, but Allison made him weak. She was his kryptonite.
"I'm so glad you're okay! What happened?" Her eyes moved up and down his body, looking for wounds or any kind of spot.
"I'm fine. Let's get inside." He said, taking her hand.
She led him to the dining room. Stiles, Lydia and Isaac were seated at the table. The house seemed way too empty and quiet without Mr. Stilinsky.
"Stiles? What is –"
"Scott. Sit down. Some serious shit happened at the hospital and we need to talk about it." Stiles said. He looked like he was about to freak out.
Scott pulled out a chair and sat down in front of Stiles, who was nervously fiddling with something that looked like a pen he'd been cruelly torturing for quite a while.
"You don't remember, do you?" Isaac asked. His eyes seemed to be stuck at the table.
"No, not at all." Scott looked around. Everyone was staring at the floor or table now.
"What happened?"
"You – you lost control." Lydia stuttered.
Scott didn't get it. "What do you mean 'I lost control'? I think Derek taught me this whole werewolf thing a long time ago."
"Show him." Stiles said, still not able to look into Scott's eyes."
Isaac slowly started raising his shirt.
"Isaac, what are you doing?" Scott asked, as he raised one eyebrow. He was slowly getting an awful presumption of what he might have done. One that was soon confirmed by the terribly deep slash in Isaac's breast.
"Isaac.. I – I'm so sorry." He mumbled.
"It's alright," He answered, letting the fabric fall back to its place. "We're actually more worried about what happened when you suddenly ran off into the woods."
Scott stood up from his chair, "I don't understand."
"I think I do." Isaac answered. "You are an alpha now, Scott. I can sense it. I can feel all this power surrounding you."
Scott sighed. So he'd succeeded to turn into a true alpha. But why did he lose control?
"How come Derek was fine when he became an alpha?" He asked.
"We're still not sure about that. Maybe he knew what to do?" Isaac answered.
Scott thought as hard as he could. Some pieces still didn't fall into place.
"We need to find Derek." He said.
I need to find mom.. He thought.