Chapter One: Tattoo
An African-American woman dragged the blonde hair teen down the alley to a nearby car. She quickly found some jumper cables and hooked them up to the battery before placing the other end onto the teen's chest causing him to wake up once more with his eyes glowing golden yellow. The teen let out a small gasp as his heart began to beat once more just to be told to be quiet by the woman. The teen's eyes turned back to their natural blue color as he touched his torn side and winced in pain. The woman helped him up and started to lead him away from the area while trying to keep him conscious and alive. Nearing their location the teen reached behind him and touched his neck wincing in pain once more.
"My neck." The teen gasped out.
"It's from their claws. It is how they share memories." The woman explained.
"I don't remember anything." The teen replied.
"It is also how they steal memories." The woman answered helping the teen on a motorcycle. "Listen to me, no matter what happens you hold on, okay? You hold on tight."
The teen nodded in agreement and the woman revved up the motorcycle and took off down the alley. The two drove down alley after alley when the teen's sensitive ears picked up something.
"I hear something." The teen spoke. "Someone's coming.
The teen looked behind them into the smoke and fog of the town to see a figure running towards them with great speed. The figure caught up to them within seconds as the teen urged the woman to go faster as the figure swipe at the two with his claws. Soon the teens realized that there was two people on each side of the motorcycle, twins, taking turns scratching the motorcycle trying to hit the woman and teen or throw them off of the motorcycle. The motorcycle wobbled each time the twins hit it but, the woman kept the motorcycle upright. The twins snarled as their eyes glowed red and continued the assault.
After a near miss with a Semi the woman and teen found themselves in a dead end alley much to the teen's disappointment. The woman however stayed calm and knew what to do to get out of the situation if needed. The twins blocked the way out of the alley as the woman spun the motorcycle around.
"Remember what I said before?" The woman asked the teen.
"Hold on?" The teen hesitantly replied.
"Hold on." The woman confirmed.
One of the twins ran forward and kneeled down as the other began to run towards his brother at the same time the woman revved the motorcycle and headed towards the twins. The running twin launched himself into the air off of his brother's back towards the motorcycle only to miss and hitting the pavement causing it to break. The woman shot around a corner and trough a giant wall of windows into a building. Slowly the teen began to drift into unconsciousness once more and his grip on the woman began to slip.
"Isaac? Stay with me!" The woman yelled over the roar of the engine. "Isaac!"
Teen slumped to one side sending the motorcycle off balanced causing them to tip over and slide across the building. Isaac rolled off to the side as the woman was dragged with the motorcycle. Isaac groaned and rolled over to see what happen as his vision blurred multiple times. The twins walked into the building as Isaac tried to drag himself over to the woman. With his blurred vision Isaac watched as the twins stripped their shirts off and transformed themselves into one giant werewolf.
The huge werewolf let out a deep growl and headed towards Isaac, who began crawling his way towards the woman once more when she yelled to get down. The woman grabbed a shotgun and pointed it at the giant beast as it began to run towards them. The woman pulled the trigger sending a dart-like projectile into the beast's chest lighting it up with electricity causing the beast to fall and separate back into the twins. After the blinding light of the electricity the twins somehow disappeared as the woman scolded Isaac for not holding on.
Elsewhere
Two teen boys look at the neon sign, one with excitement and the other with disgust. The blue neon signed that spelled out tattoo shine bright with the last O flickering running low on neon. The two boys walk in as one handed the breaded tattooist a picture of what he wanted done. The tattooist looked down at the paper and rolled his eyes at the drawing of two bars the top being thicker than the bottom.
"Boy, it's a good thing you drew me a picture." The tattooist sarcastically exclaimed.
"Hey, Scott, sure you don't want something like this?" The other boy said showing Scott a picture of a Kanima. Seeing his friend's face the boy frowned. "Too soon?" Nodding his head. "I don't know man, are you sure about this? I mean, these things are pretty permanent, you know?"
"I'm not changing my mind, Stiles." Scott smiled.
"Okay, but why two bands?" Stiles asked.
"I just like it." Scott shrugged.
"Don't you think your first tattoo should have some sort of meaning, you know, or something?" Stiles pressed.
"Getting a tattoo means something." Scott pointed out.
"I don't think that's…" Stiles was interrupted.
"He's right." The tattooist spoke up. "Tattooing goes back thousands of years. The Tahitian word "tatua" means "to leave a mark." Like a rite of passage."
"Yeah, you see? He gets it." Scott defended.
"He's covered in tattoos, Scott, literally." Stiles said directing the last part to the tattooist.
"Okay, you ready?" The tattooist asked Scott seeing him nod he continued. "You ain't got any problems with needles, do you?"
"Nope." Scott answered.
"I tend to get a little squeamish though, so…" Stile said before passing out.
After the tattooist was finished and bandaged up Scott's arm, Scott got up and proceeded to wake Stiles up from his faint. The two teens walked out of the tattoo parlor to Stiles' Jeep which was park right outside. Stiles climbed in pressing the ice pack the tattooist gave him to his head as Scott went around to the passenger side and got in. Stiles looked at his best friend as Scott stared at his arm clearly in pain.
"You okay?" Stiles asked in concern.
"Kind of burns." Scott grunted.
"Yes, you just had your skin stabbed about 100,000 times with a needle." Stiles deadpanned.
"Yeah, but I don't think it's supposed to feel like this." Scott groaned in pain. "Oh, God. No, it's definitely not supposed to feel like this. I gotta take this thing off."
"No, no, no, no, Scott. Scott, please stop." Stiles pleaded turning away. "Whoa, whoa."
Scott tossed the bandage to the side as he and Stiles watched as the tattoo disappeared as if it never happened.
"Oh, no, what?" Scott mumbled. "No, no, come on. It healed."
"Thank God. I hated it." Stiles sighed in relief then saw Scott staring at him in disbelief. "Sorry."
Stiles quickly started his Jeep and took off. Scott and Stiles talked about different things that they did over the summer when they didn't hang out together. Stiles brought up the topic of Scott and Allison in which Scott had to explained there was no Scott and Allison though he still cared for her, he was giving her the space she wanted by not talking to her for four months. Scott even told Stiles that he didn't know if he actually wanted to get back together with her or not as it seemed that when they were together nothing but trouble followed.
"So you're absolutely over Allison, no going back?" Stile cocked an eyebrow at his friend.
"I think so. I need to move on especially after what happened with her mother trying to kill me and all. Her family will never truly accept our relationship even though her dad is okay with me. Plus I just been having this feeling lately that I'm about to meet the person that I'm meant to be with." Scott explained.
"Like a werewolf feeling or a human feeling?" Stiles asked.
"Uh… werewolf. I think." Scott thought. "Maybe I need to talk to Derek about this."
"What? Why Derek? We been trying to avoid Derek." Stile stared at his friend instead of the road.
"You've been telling me to avoid Derek." Scott pointed out.
"Yeah, because, we got a hang on all of this werewolf stuff." Stiles said waving his hands around.
"Yes, we got a hang of it, but Derek been a werewolf all of his life. I have been a werewolf for a year." Scott explained. "Derek will always know more about werewolves than us no matter what. Plus, Allison's mother made a good point about lone wolves not surviving long."
"You're still alive that has to count for something." Stiles pushed.
"I'm alive right now because Derek saved my ass from being poisoned by wolfsbane vapors that Allison's mom was killing me with. Derek didn't have to save my life since I made it clear that I wasn't part of his pack." Scott argued.
"You care about him don't you?" Stiles sighed.
"I like girls, Stiles." Scott glared at his friend.
"Not like that, dumbass. I mean you care about him like we care about each other. There is a brother like connection there isn't there?" Stiles said coming up to a stop light.
"Yeah, I guess. I mean even though I refuse to be in his pack and I tend not to see things his way, he taught me a lot about being a werewolf when he didn't have to." Scott spoke quietly thinking.
"You're considering joining his pack." Stiles stated pressing the gas as the light turned green.
Scott was about to answer when a herd of deer came out of nowhere running directly towards the Jeep. Scott quickly grabbed the wheel and turned the Jeep out of the way as Stiles pressed the brakes. The two teens worked on getting their breathing to level out as Scott noticed that the deer were terrified of something. Stiles figuring that they had enough excitement dropped Scott off at his house before going home himself.
The Next Morning Hospital
Melissa McCall had been working for a good hour when an ambulance came and unloaded two injured people. Melissa quickly recognized one on the people as Isaac and rushed over.
"Hey, I know this one." Melissa said clearing a spot for her to talk to the teen. "Isaac what happened?"
"Help the girl, she worse than I am." Isaac mumbled in and out of consciousness.
Melissa nodded and went over to the African-American woman. As Melissa checked the woman over, the woman grabbed her hand to get her attention.
"I…I got to…tell…the Alpha." The woman slurred.
"What do you need with Derek Hale?" Melissa asked confused before being pushed away.
"Not Derek, Scott, Scott McCall." The woman said falling unconscious not knowing that Melissa was no longer beside her.
Being pushed aside by other doctors and nurses Melissa didn't get to hear the name of her son. Melissa shook her head exasperated and headed towards room 115 that currently held the werewolf named Isaac Lahey. Melissa walked to see Isaac smile and greet her. The two looked at his healing wounds knowing that they cause trouble later on due to Isaac being scheduled for surgery.
"Can't you do something?" Isaac asked frantically.
"Me do something? If you're not aware I'm fairly new to all of this." Melissa said waving her hands around the teen.
"Have you tried calling Derek?" Isaac suggested.
"Yes, like five times. Do you have any other werewolf contacts?" Melissa sighed.
"Yeah, Scott. Call Scott." Isaac stated with a certainty.
Melissa sighed and walked out of the room to call her son. She really didn't want to drag him into all of this supernatural stuff after the months he spent reading and trying to do better in school. Melissa just knew that if she got Scott down there all of that work would be for nothing. Melissa called his phone twice before sighing and calling the school for Scott.
Within a half an hour Scott made his appearance in the hospital looking for his mom. Melissa spots Scott and waves him over and began to fill him in on the details of what happened with Isaac.
"Why didn't you call me when this happened?" Scott inquired.
"Honestly, I was trying to keep you away from all of this for as long as possible." Melissa said and continued seeing her son's confused face. "All of what you been doing: the extra reading, the studying for the PSATs, and the saving up money for the bike which still scares me half to death. I just didn't want that to stop."
"Mom, don't worry. I'm not going to stop. This year I'm going to be better. A better student, a better friend, a better son, a better everything." Scott spoke placing a hand on his mother' shoulder.
"Alright, Isaac is in room 115. You better hurry he scheduled for surgery soon." Melissa sighed.
Scott kissed his mother's cheek and headed towards the elevator to get to Isaac's room. Scott got in the elevator and the door almost closed when a stick stopped the doors. Scott quickly opened the doors up for the blind man to walk in and politely ask Scott to press the button for the second floor where Scott was heading. Reaching the second floor the blind man kept Scott distracted while Isaac was in surgery and was taken out by a beast of a man in green scrubs. Scott happen to see the man wheel Isaac into the elevator with a wheelchair.
Scott quickly sniffed the air and caught the man's scent as a werewolf. Scott popped his claws and let out a growl as the man did the same. Scott burst forward and leaped into the elevator before the doors slid shut. Scott slammed into the back of the elevator and looked up to see the man already shifted like he did. The man's red eyes narrowed as he grabbed Scott and tossed him around the elevator, which caused Isaac's wheelchair to roll around as well. The man tossed Scott into the air and on the way down grabbed Scott by the throat choking the life out of the teen.
"You're in over your head boy, I'm an Alpha." The man growled as the elevator dinged.
The man's grip around Scott's throat slacked causing the teen to fall to the floor. Scott looked up to see Derek with his claws in the Alpha's back.
"I'm an Alpha too." Derek sneered and tossed the man out of the elevator and down the hall.
Derek calmly walked in the elevator and pressed the button then looked at Scott with a questioning face.
"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" Derek asked.
Scott just stared at Derek for a moment before closing his eyes and resting until the elevator stopped. Scott and Derek took Isaac back to the old Hale house and placed him on an old table. Derek quickly walked a few paces and started moving loose floorboards.
"You don't still live here do you?" Scott asked looking at the run down and burnt remains of the house.
"No, I have a loft in town." Derek said. "There something here that I need to heal the wounds from an Alpha."
"His wounds are healed." Scott shook his head in confusion.
"Not on the inside." Derek replied.
"Are you going to tell me what that was back there?" Scott finally asked.
"It was an Alpha, a rival pack, my problem not yours." Derek spoke then sighed. "Look Scott, I know you want to help, but you made it clear you don't want to be a part of the pack so go back be a teenager. I owe you one."
Scott sent a text to Stiles to ask for a ride back to his dirt bike and talk about the incident with the birds at school when he remembered his arm.
"Actually there is something you can help me with if you want to pay back that favor now." Scott rubbed his arm where the tattoo once was.
Derek motioned for Scott to sit down and began to talk about the tattoo that Scott wanted when Stiles walked in. Derek used his wolf eyes turning them a crimson red while looking at Scott's arm.
"I see it, two bands right?" Derek asked showing about where the tattoo was before it healed. "Why is this so important to you?"
"Do you know what the word tattoo means?" Scott looked at Derek.
"To mark something." Stiles said with a smug nod at Derek.
"That's in Tahitian. In Samoan it means "open wound." Scott explained. "I always knew I wanted a tattoo when I turned eighteen, but now with everything that happen I guess I just wanted to reward myself."
"Reward yourself for what?" Derek shook his head in confusion.
"Not calling Allison all summer even when I really wanted to. Giving her the space she wanted. It been four months and I feel like this is supposed to happen, but it still hurts. It just feels like…" Scott sighed looking down.
"Like an open wound." Stiles finished looking at his friend sadly.
"So why the two bands?" Derek cocked an eyebrow.
"I don't really know. It just something I traced with my fingers." Scott answered tracing the shape into the dust showing Derek and Stiles. "It kind of gives me the feeling that I'm moving on from Allison and about to meet someone important. It also gives me a feeling of foreboding."
"That could be very true." Derek looked at Scott. "With werewolves symbols mean a lot of different things. That symbol you drew can have different meanings for different aspects of the supernatural. With werewolves two circles like that can mean that they are about to meet a possible mate."
"A mate? As in…" Stiles waved his hands around trying to get the point.
"As in another werewolf that completes them." Derek filled in. "Anyways I can do the tattoo, but this is going to hurt more than you can possibly imagine."
"Oh that is just great." Stiles spoke looking green already then saw Derek light a torch. "That is a little much for me, so just holler when you're done."
Stiles tried to escape only to have Derek stop him and give a slightly amused smile.
"You're going to help hold him down." Derek eyes flashed with amusement at the look on Stiles face.
Stiles reluctantly went back to Scott and held onto the teen's shoulders as Derek brought the torch closer and closer to the skin on the omega's arm. As soon as the flames licked the skin, Scott's whole body jumped causing Derek to yell at Stiles for not holding the young werewolf. Scott's eyes flashed yellow and he released a pained howl before the pain caused the teen to pass out.
Beacon Hills High School
Allison Argent and Lydia Martin were talking about their weekend plans when the African-American woman that saved Isaac came up to them. The two teen girls looked at the sweating and visible ill woman curiously.
"You're Allison and Lydia correct?" The woman asked.
"Yes, and who are you?" Lydia furrowed her brows quizzically.
"I need to speak to Scott McCall." The woman said ignoring Lydia's question. "Where's Scott?"
"He had to leave for a while I'm sure he'll be back soon." Allison answered.
The woman looked beyond the two teen girls and saw the twins that attacked her and Isaac the night before staring at her in the hallway. The woman grabbed the two teen girls' arms and gripped tightly willing the message across. The woman let go and headed off in another direction hearing Lydia complaining about being bruised by her. The woman knew that the twins along with others were going to be come after her shortly so she headed into the locker room and broke a broom so that she could use the handle as a weapon.
The woman leaned against the lockers breathing heavily as a group of people walked in. There was the twins, the man that was dressed as a nurse that Scott fought, the blind man that Scott met, and a snarling barefoot woman. Each of them had the glowing red eyes of an Alpha. The woman took one last deep breath and stepped out to face the group. The woman fought the group as hard as she could, the twins receiving the most punishment, but the numbers where too great for the woman. The barefoot woman spun and kick the African-American woman in the face leaving scratches across her face. The woman hit the lockers and slid down losing her broom handle somewhere along the way. She stared at the group defiantly as the blind man wiped her blood from his hand and walked towards her and touched her face.
"Very beautiful." The blind man said caressing her cheek only for her to jerk away. "Yet defiant as always, aren't you Braeden."
"That's because I know something." Braeden smirked. "You're afraid of him."
"Of a teenage boy." The blind man spoke.
"Of the man he'll become, Deucalion." Braeden retorted.
"I'm aware of a certain potential threat." Deucalion smiled. "Someone once taught me how to deal with certain threats. Have someone else deal with them."
"Derek." Braeden's eye widen before Deucalion slashed her throat and left with his pack.
Hale Property
Scott woke with a gasp covered in sweat. He looked down to see the tattoo permanently on his arm and smiled a bit. He pulled himself to his feet and nodded a thanks to Derek who was still treating Isaac of his injures and began to walk out with Stiles.
"Well that looks pretty damn permanent now." Stiles pointed out.
"I need some permanent with how quickly everything is changing, everything is so ephemeral." Scott spoke standing taller.
"Studying for the PSATs?" Stiles mused.
"Yep." Scott grinned.
"Nice." Stiles responded.
Scott opened the door of the Hale house to notice that the door was bright red and only one side. Unable to shake the curiosity Scott decided to speak up.
"You painted the door." Scott stated. "Why did you paint the door?"
"Go to school, Scott." Derek said with worry written on his face.
"And only one side." Scott tilted his head and popped his claws.
Scott frantically began to scratch the new paint off of the door with Derek telling him to stop. Soon the paint was scratched off and revealing a symbol of a triskelion on the door.
"What does it mean?" Scott asked with his eyes glued to the triskelion.
"It's their symbol." Derek sighed.
"The deer last night and the birds at school, like when I was trampled when I was bitten by Peter." Scott eyes widen and turned towards Derek. "How many are there?"
"A whole pack, an Alpha pack." Derek lowered his head.
"How does that even work?" Stiles wondered.
"I heard there was a leader. Deucalion." Derek answered. "They got Boyd and Erica. Isaac, Peter, and I have been looking for them for the last three months."
"Let's say you do find them, how do you deal with an Alpha pack?" Scott stared at Derek.
"With all of the help I can get." Derek looked Scott in the eyes while Stiles shook his head.
"Where's the girl?" The three men looked over to see Isaac sitting up.
"What girl?" Derek asked.
"The one that saved me." Isaac replied.
Argent Apartment
Allison and Lydia were in Allison's room discussing what color to paint her room. Lydia held up a pink paint card and studied it for a second before smiling.
"This one definitely." Lydia shook that card a bit place it against the wall with her bruised left arm.
"I don't know. I'm still thinking about a blue." Allison replied holding up a blue card next to the pink one with her bruised right arm.
Allison looked down at her arm when she noticed that the bruise on her arm was identical to the one on Lydia's arm except mirrored and the two seemed to go together. Curiously Allison pointed it out to Lydia who put their arms together to form a symbol of something.
Elsewhere in a building with the symbol
Boyd sat lending against a column in a room he spent three months in. He looked down at his hands which were shaking, out of anger or fear even he didn't know anymore when a female's hand reached over and held his calming him down slightly.