Before we begin I just wanted to say a quick thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoy it. This is my first ever Derek fan fiction so I'm not quite sure how it is going to go, but I'll give it my best shot! Please Review and Recommend this to your friends it would mean so much to me! Thank you, Kate.
On another note, this story is based after the end of season 5 so if you are not caught up with the show I recommend you DO NOT READ THIS yet. This is my interpretation of season 6 and I would also state that I do not own any of the characters from the series except Claire. Derek has come back to Beacon Hills just a short while before Claire and yeah, that's all you need to know!
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Coming back to Beacon Hills was not something Clair thought she would do when she turned eighteen, but given the circumstances its what she thought was best. Her mother Kate Argent was dead, at her own hands, and her pack was slaughtered by a group of hunters. Now, I know you're probably confused about how she got in this situation, so I'll go back and explain.
It was Clair's eleventh birthday when she saw the mysterious man outside her home in Georgetown, Maine. He had shaggy black hair and his body looked like it had been badly burned. She sat watching him from her bedroom window across the street, it seemed that no one else knew he was around, well how could they? Her mother wasn't home and her father had abandoned the both of them years ago. She remembered looking away from her window, maybe at her television, and looking back to find the man had vanished completely, or so she thought. Turns out he had ran to her back yard and climbed through one of the windows on the bottom floor.
If she thought hard enough she can still hear his footsteps as he climbed the stairs to their second floor. He burst through her door, and taken over with utter shock Claire remained silent. Not bothering to scream as the man moved in closer and closer until he was inches in front of her. His long black coat touched the floor and his clothes looked bloodied, like he had bled through bandages under his shirt. Hi there, he had said, my names Peter. You probably have no clue who I am, and that's okay, but I'm afraid I have to do something to get revenge on your mother for what she's done.
Claire had been confused and terrified as his form started to shift into one of a wolf, but he didn't transform completely. Just his face, making him look like one of the creatures from a fictional novel, or something you would see on Halloween. She counted the seconds as he inched towards her; she reached under her bed to grab her knife she kept there, her mother told her to always be prepared. She had been training for years now, ever since she was six, and her mother showed her pictures of the creatures, werewolves she had called them, but Claire had never seen one before. None the less she tried to defend herself, but once the man saw she could fight for her life instead of running away like many other girls her age would he paused, teeth bared in front of her face, before he sank them into her shoulder. Since killing you myself wouldn't sit right with me, I'll let your mother do it for you. Those were the words that stuck in Claire's head for weeks until her mother dragged her to visit her uncle Chris out in California.
By then her wounds had healed and her senses had evolved into those much greater. She knew what had happened, she knew she was a wolf, and that by the Argent code her life would come to an end much sooner than she'd ever imagined, but Claire thought to herself, what if they didn't find out, what if I kept it a secret? And so she did, and it remained a mystery to her mother and all the rest of her family until the second night of their stay with her uncle. It had been a full moon and knowing the effect it would have on her Claire snuck out and into the forest where she thought she would be safe. Although she didn't know it was the hunter's moon and her uncle and her mother would be out in the forest that night.
Chris had found her mid transformation and ran to her side. Unlike her mother Kate, Chris had a sense of humanity when it came to this. He followed the code the way it should be, "we hunt those who hunt us," and since Claire had done nothing to go against the code, Chris kept her secret. Hiding her under this burnt down house in the forest for the rest of the night.
It wasn't dawn when Chris let her out, and brought her home. He told her mother he found her sleeping in the back yard last night exclaiming she must have stayed outside to watch the moon and fell asleep. Claire just nodded her head not knowing what to do in the situation. She had never been more grateful for her uncle than when he handed her a list of instruction on what to do every full moon when she was home. The note went something like this:
Claire, your mother will be out of the house every full moon until morning. Lock yourself in your room and chain yourself to something sturdy, something that cannot easily be broken. Try to calm your wolf and keep her under control, it can be done, and you can walk among other people once you've successfully done so. Make sure to keep track of when each moon is and avoid your mother on those days. Try to find something that will keep you yourself on those nights, an anchor of sorts.
Stay strong, I love you,
Uncle Chris
Together Clair and Chris had successfully kept her secret for five years. Although, within that time Claire had succumb to her powers reaching Alpha status at age fourteen, she was what you called a true alpha, someone who can earn that power within their own if they are strong enough, someone who doesn't have to steal the power from someone else. Claire had to admit, she was proud of who shad had become; she was a powerful young woman, and a capable leader.
Wolves came from across the country, risking their lives to join her pack. By age sixteen her pack had grown to a threatening number of thirteen, including the humans she trusted with her secret, and within the year word had reached her mother of who she really was. After fleeing to South America with her pack, her mother Kate went back to Beacon Hills where she had gotten herself killed by the same man who had bitten Claire on her eleventh birthday, Peter Hale. Claire felt no sympathy for the woman she used to know as her mother, she had tried to kill her on many occasions once she figured out that Claire was in fact a werewolf, her mother had been successful of one thing though, killing her pack. The thirteen wolves in her pack was now reduced to three with the new addition of a young girl, age fifteen, named Cora Hale who told her about what her mother had done to her family. Cora only remained for a short while before returning to Beacon Hills after she learned about a powerful new alpha with the last name Hale running a pack there. She came back though, a year later, telling Claire about her experience and about her brother who had been alive this entire time, Derek Hale.
After a long while of contemplating her return to America and to the town of Beacon Hills, Claire came to the decision to go. She heard her own family had been torn apart, her cousin Allison even dying at the age of seventeen. She had made it clear to her pack they would be moving to Beacon Hills as soon as Claire finished her last duty in South America.
Claire knew what had come of her mother, how she had come back to life as a werecyote and terrorized many people. Now it was Claire's duty to put a stop to her mother's reign once and for all. So that was what she did. She hunted her down and tore her limb from limb until nothing was left but Kate Argent's once beating heart in Claire's bloodied hands.
Now here Claire stood at the age of eighteen outside Derek Hale's loft in Beacon Hills, California. She could hear at least twelve voices coming from inside the space, and she was nervous about the encounter that would soon come. Although her expression remained stoic, and her body tense with anticipation, Claire took the step forward, entering the building in front of her. Cora was following her up the stairs, the only person of her pack still alive, her mother's berserkers back at La Iglesia in Mexico had murdered the rest.
She stalled at the door before swinging it open; revealing a large group of people lounging on couches and spread out around the vast space. She took a hesitant step inside while Cora remained out of sight, and far enough away that the group could not hear she was with Claire.
"Uncle Chris," Claire spoke proudly as she walked across the threshold and into the loft. She could feel multiple pairs of glowing eyes on her and she was doing all she could to keep her eyes the blue they were in her human form.
"Claire?" Chris said in shock, taking a couple of steps toward her, opening his arms so she could step into them. Once in his arms Claire felt at ease for the first time in a while, it was like all the stress was seeping through her pores and exiting her body in a cloud of black smoke. "I've missed you so much."
"I've missed you too." Claire whispered into his chest, she was anything but eager to leave his embrace, they had so much catching up to do but there were other tasks that had to be handled at this moment in time. "Now, are you going to introduce me to your friends?"
Before Chris could speak a young man with black hair and green eyes stepped out from behind the group. He was just a bit taller than the rest, and his form was striking. His shoulders seemed to stretch from New York City to London and back again, and a dark scruff was outlining his jaw making him look even more chiseled.
"You're Derek Hale." Claire stated before the man could even speak one word. "I have a surprise for you."
He looked taken back, and his confusion only flashed on his face for mere seconds before it was gone again. He took another step forward, until he was a foot away, and extended a hand.
"You seem to know who I am, now who are you?" Derek pried, his hand unwavering, until Claire took it in her own giving it a firm shake.
"I'm Claire Argent." She whispered ducking her head and craning her neck until it was she was facing Chris with pleading eyes. Begging him to tell them all who she really was.
"Claire is Kate's daughter." Chris said for they younger girl, he knew she was not proud of who her mother was, and that she tried to avoid telling everyone that as much as possible.
Claire could see the fury spark in everyone's eyes so she spoke up quickly after taking in a sharp breath.
"I'm nothing like who my mother was."
"Was?" A boy with short brown hair and auburn eyes said. Claire could tell by the way he carried himself that he was Scott McCall, the young true alpha.
"Yes, was. She's dead." Everyone around her took in a deep breath, even Chris, who was now looking at her with wide eyes. "I killed her."
"How did you kill her?" One of the girls spoke up. She tried her best to look as intimidating as possible, but Claire could see right through her façade.
The shit-eating grin that spread across Claire's face as she closed her eyes for a few seconds was unavoidable. And the shocked faces when she opened her eyes to reveal a new bright red.
"My mother might have been powerful, but her ignorance was what cost her, that and her strength didn't match mine." Out of the corner of her eye Claire could see Chris smiling, even though this was the first time he was hearing about Kate's death.
"Well we thought she was dead once, how are we supposed to know she won't come back this time?" The same girl asked, she was beginning to get on Claire's nerves. Claire couldn't help her claws from digging into the flesh of her palms as she tried to calm her wolf.
"I can guarantee she is unable to be resurrected." Claire snarled, her wolf took the girls actions as questioning her authority and it was not sitting well with her. "Considering that I ripped her limb from limb until all that was left of her was her once beating heart in the palm of my hand, I don't think that her coming back will be a problem we'll have to face again."
"Wow, that's uh, very graphic…" The youngest of the pack in front of her said quietly causing her to laugh a little and give the boy a genuine smile.
"You should have seen it in person." Claire said lightly trying to soften the mood. "Now the person I brought with me might get a bit of a nicer greeting than the one I received, hey Cora. You can come in now!"
Claire made sure to commit Derek's reaction to memory. It was one of the nicest expressions she had ever seen, and she hoped to see it again, but for some reason her wolf was jumping again. Causing her heart to jolt against her ribcage, and Claire turned around to see just what it could be that made her wolf react this way. What she saw when she turned around made her heart sink. One of the girls had given her hand to Cora in a welcoming gesture.
"I'm Brayden, Derek's girlfriend." She was pretty girl with flowing black hair and striking features. Claire didn't feel insecure though like many girls would, but maybe that was her wolf trying to reassure herself. She was the she-wolf, what did she have to be worried about?
Once introductions were finished, Claire was ready to reveal the real reason why she came back to Beacon Hills. She had a preposition that she was sure Scott McCall wouldn't be able to resist once she told him the problem.
"I've heard about everything you and your pack has had to go through with the Dread Doctors and the Beast, and I hate to be the one to tell you that your problems aren't over yet." Claire spoke clearly, looking Scott in the eyes. "Do you remember the Nazi General that Theo told you about?"
"Yes," Scott answered confused while he looked around at his pack.
"He got out of the tank he was in and is lose in Beacon Hills. He is much more powerful than anything you've fought already, and you're going to need all the help you can get." Claire took another deep breath to steady her and looked across the room at Cora receiving a nod from her. "I'm proposing that we combine our packs. I know having two alphas in the same pack can cause problems, but the alpha pack seemed to work just fine, aside from the fact that Deucalion invoked fear in the rest of the alphas, I think we could make it work, and that I can teach you much more about the powers you inhabit."
"How can you teach me about my power I'm a true alpha, not just an alpha." Scott stated rather rudely, trying to show Claire his dominance over her.
"I'd watch it Scott, I've been a true alpha since I was fourteen, and a wolf since I was eleven. I've had plenty of time to learn about my abilities." Claire snarled back at him, making him cower away. "Plus I can sense we're not the only true alphas in the room."
At that Claire looked over at Derek before returning her glance at Scott. Everyone looked at Derek confused until he flashed his blue eyes at them, Claire just shook her head.
"Derek, you have no clue about how much power you have pumping through your veins do you?" Claire said taking a step towards him. "Derek, show me your eyes again."
This time when Derek revealed his real eyes Claire took a closer look, focusing only on his eyes, looking as deep into them as she could, and she was right. There at the very edges of his pupils were rings of red, only noticeable if you were up close.
Claire called Scott over and told him to look for himself, to which he did as he was told. Scott was in complete shock when he was what Claire said was true and immediately extended his hand to her.
"We'll have you if that's what you want. Everything you've told me so far has been true, and I have this urge to trust every word you tell me. I'm only worried you'll try to take over control of my-our pack."
"Scott, that's not my intention. I want to lead by your side as equals, I don't wish to take control, and if I'm right about this, I'm sure Derek will be helping us lead sometime soon." Claire was dropping bomb after bomb on this pack of creatures. She had learned that all of them had at least been something supernatural at one point or another, aside from Chris.
"Then, you have a deal. Tell us everything you know." The list of things Claire knew that the McCall packed didn't was endless, but that was to be expected.
"I think that the Nazi General that got out is walking around freely, and is disguising himself as an average person, maybe even a teenager." Claire said trying to make eye contact with everyone. "I'm not sure what its motive is yet, but I don't think it'll take much longer to find out, not with all your help."
"How can you be sure about all of this?" Lydia asked a bit wary of the situation.
"Before I killed my mother, I gave her a chance to share with me everything she knew. I tricked her into thinking that I'd let her live of she told me everything she knew. Everything she told me turned out to come true, and the Nazi General is the only problem left on her list." Claire turned to Scott and Liam now, "can you two take me to where you last saw it? I'm sure that if it isn't there that'll give us the answer we're all looking for."
Once again, thank you for reading this, I'm not sure if this was too hard to follow, but this was my first chapter and it was introducing a new character, which can be hard. I hope you stick around to read the rest, and please give me feedback!
