Hey everyone! This platform has another Teen Wolf fanfiction that I've planned to write. I don't know if this will have more than 5 chapters, but I'll try to write as best as I can. Reviews and ratings will be appreciated. Enjoy! (I do not own Teen Wolf or its characters!)

This story will be told mainly from Scott's POV.

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Chapter 1 : The Beginning

"I sat at the riverbank, my fingers... no, claws were soaked in blood. I couldn't erase the memory from my mind.

"You wanted it?" Peter, the murderous werewolf alpha sneered at me. His body was severely burnt and charred from the fire we exposed him to.

"Of course I wanted it!" I roared, "The only chance, the only cure for me to be normal! As normal as every other human!" Derek told me that, if I defy the one who bit me and kill it, then my werewolf side will be gone forever. And I will be human again. I won't have to hide from Allison and her family. I won't have to hide the truth from my mom. And Stiles won't have to worry whenever he hangs up with me.

"Cure?" Peter's voice sounded hollow, yet contemptuous at the same time. "There is no cure, little cub. A werewolf's bite is incurable. There is no cure."

There is no cure. There is no cure. There is no cure. His voice ringed in my head for an eternity.

I couldn't control my anger. I just... don't know what to think, don't know what to do. In blind fury, I slashed his throat three times. Blood sprayed from Peter's damaged throat, staining everything, even me.

I could hear Derek screaming "Scott, STOP IT! What have you done?!". Stiles and Jackson were also yelling, but I suddenly lost my sense of hearing. I shook my head, trying to understand what they were yelling.

Derek arrived next to me, his eyes scanned the wreck that surrounded us. "What have you done?" He whispered deliriously. "I... I killed the alpha. I did what you told me. I'll be free, right? I won't be a werewolf anymore... right?" I asked him. I was so ready to transform back into my human form, to finally taste freedom from this curse, when my claws grew longer. I looked at my hands, expecting the claws to retract back into human fingers.

But they didn't.

Without warning, my head felt so painful. I fell to the ground, gasping for air as the pain became unbearable... And all I could remember was that I let out the loudest, strongest howl I ever could.

That was all I could remember. And all I could do was crying, pitying myself for getting involved in this matter. I couldn't bring myself to care.

All of a sudden, my sensitive nose picked a familiar scent. I spun back on my... hind wolf legs, I called them so, to face the incoming entity. "Stiles, is that you?" I whispered, hoping that my best friend, of all people who know about the situation, to appear from behind the bushes, to comfort me with his snarky but wise comments.

Instead, Derek Hale came into view.

My feral instinct rapidly jumped into action. Within seconds, I found myself landing vicious punches onto his body. "YOU LIAR! I TRUSTED YOU! I FUCKING TRUSTED YOU, AND THIS IS WHAT I GOT IN RETURN, YOU GODDAMN-" I screamed at him with every punch. Eventually, I had enough, and sent him flying to a large tree with a single strike to Derek's forehead. Then I went back to where I was crying.

I could hear Derek growling as he tried to stand up. But he's not in the mood to fight back; instead his voice was scolding and pleading at the same time. "Scott, listen to me. I've told you that there WERE rumors that say you'll be cured if you kill the alpha who bit you, but that doesn't mean it's true. Hell I don't even know how to explain this... but you're an alpha now. But I know that you are a good person at heart, one who always find peaceful means to solve a conflict. So please, don't let the wolf side overtake you."

"And how does it matter now huh?!" I yelled in frustration and grief. "Look Scott, I understand if you are afraid about this whole alpha werewolf situation, but you can't turn your back on this. I can't turn my back on you, not when I know you need help. My help." Derek stated with conviction in his voice. He knew back then that no known werewolf became an alpha within three months after being bitten.

But I remained stubborn. I refused to understand the truth in Derek's words. At that point, I no longer saw the advantage of keep on living as a monster, and so I spoke to him "You can't help me. I can't even help myself. What's the point of living as a monster, Derek? Allison will probably hunt me down for all eternity, just like her family. So please, Derek... End my life. Undo my suffering. I- I have no idea how you will do it. Knock me out, slash my neck, burn me, I don't care how."

He was taken aback at my words. "No. I won't do such thing. Even though I was annoyed by your and Stiles' antics and bolshiness, I learned to view you as my pupil, perhaps even my brother. I cannot allow any harm to befall you." Then a moment of silence surrounded us.

"You have no idea how devastated Stiles was when he saw you running away in fear and disgust." I could hear Derek persuading me again. "You have no idea what will happen to Allison. She could've committed suicide, or worse. Is that want you want for them? With your alpha power, you can protect them. WE can protect them, if we work together. What makes you, you, is not what you are now, Scott. But what your actions are."

Another moment of silence, then he said "I've asked Stiles to provide information as truthful as possible to your mother and his dad, and only them. The Argents probably have gotten info as well, but hopefully we can figure out how to control your alpha powers so that they won't try to hunt you down."

"But the Argent Code says 'we hunt those who hunt us', right?" I absently tried to rebuff his words.

"Then make it 'we defend those who cannot defend themselves' for you. As long as you don't take innocent lives, they'll have no excuse to kill you." Said Derek with determination. And deep down, I felt that he's right. I must stand up and take responsibility, not only for my actions, but for the future of us all.

I didn't realize that I've exhausted myself in the argument. I was back in my human form, nearly naked, with pieces of torn-up clothes hanging on my body. At Derek's suggestion, I shifted back in my full-wolf form, and sprinted back all the way home.

I could only remember the winding paths we had to take. Policemen, civilians, even hunters... We can't afford to let anyone see us.

When we finally reached my house, Derek decided to... walk through the front door, or so he said, giving me ample time to sneak into my bedroom by the window. I did so silently, and do whatever I could to get rid of the blood, dirt, and any horrible smell on my body.

I began to think of my mother and how she would usually made me a glass of warm chocolate when I'm upset. Then I started to think about my family, my friends, my pack. My pack. But there's only me and Derek, no enough member to officially create a pack. Can Stiles, Allison, and maybe Lydia be considered pack mates as well? My mind wandered off as I laid my head on the bed.

I must've been sleeping all night, because when I saw the clock on my nightstand, it's already 5 in the morning. School will start in a few hours and despite whatever happened last night, I must be present at school on time.

It turned out that Stiles did spilled the milk on mom, the sheriff, and a frightened Allison. It was Derek's timely appearance that allowed those who listened to breathe in relief over the fact that I am still me, and not a murderer. But the best thing happened to me so far is that my mother still care greatly about me. She always has, despite her confusion regarding the 'supernatural' occurrence that befell me for months.