Note: We're back and now we are dealing with Season 3A of Teen Wolf. Generally, speaking things will be different from the show not everything that happened on the show will happen here. I will be taking liberties and changing things were I see fit. Also, when I started this story, Ms. Morrell did not have a first name so I named her Genevieve. Obviously, now we know that her first name is Marin however, because I had already been using Genevieve as her name I've decided to stick with it.
Chapter One
Three Weeks before the start of new school year …
Genevieve Morrell sat in the office of the Superintendent of Beacon County School System. The older gentleman sat before her reviewing the latest case file on his desk which was overfilled with files in varying levels of thickness. She was not the first teacher that he'd requested a meeting with prior to the beginning of the school year and based on the files he had piled on his desk she would not be that last.
"Ms. Morrell, I appreciate you taking time out of your schedule to meet with me." The mocha-skinned man finally met her eyes as glanced up from the file from under his low hanging glasses. "As you probably know, before Mr. Argent, the former principal of Beacon Hills High, submitted his resignation he sent the school board numerous complaints about several faculty members, yourself included regarding their conduct on school premises."
"Yes, I've been made aware," Genevieve acknowledged with a nod.
"Good. Now, before we waste our time and very limited resources to conduct an investigation, I thought it would be prudent to address the complaints with each faculty member so we can ascertain if the charges are without merit."
"I understand, but I'm not exactly sure what I've been charged with. I do not, nor have I ever, had an inappropriate relationship with a student. You can check my history I've never had a complaint filed against me."
"Yes, I reviewed your record," the Superintendent glanced at the file on his desk. "According to the complaint, Mr. Argent alleged you had an inappropriate relationship with the minor Isaac Lahey. He states that on numerous occasions you were spotted with the minor outside of your official capacity as a guidance counselor. Are you saying that this allegation is incorrect?"
"Yes, it is."
"Is it true that you visited the minor at his residence staying until late night?"
"No, I have not. And I do not appreciate the implication that I did. If you don't mind my asking, when was I alleged to have spent several hours in his residence?"
"I don't see how that is relevant."
"Well, I do. Are you familiar with Isaac's background?"
"Yes."
"So then you are aware that when his father died Isaac was placed in the custody of a legal guardian."
"Yes," the Superintendent repeated. "But, I do not see how this explains your actions."
"You misunderstand, I am not explaining my actions; I am merely giving you the facts that Mr. Argent obviously didn't see the need to provide. Isaac's legal guardian is Derek Hale. Six years ago, the Hale home was burned down with the family inside. Derek, his sister Laura, and his uncle are the only survivors of that fire which was set by Kate Argent, Mr. Argent's recently deceased daughter."
"I am well aware of history but I fail to see how that matters—,"
"It matters because Derek Hale and I have been seeing each other for four months. Mr. Argent warned me against dating Derek. In fact, he informed me that he didn't think it would be prudent for my career."
"I see. Why didn't you report him?"
"Honestly, I didn't see a need and I didn't take him seriously. Mr. Argent may have been my boss, but he did not have the right to direct my personal life. I'm an adult not child. So yes, I have seen Isaac in Derek's home but I have never spent the night with him in the home. And frankly even if I had that's nobody's business but my own. If you choose to proceed with this investigation, you can expect a call from my attorney who finds it rather curious the school board deemed it appropriate to waste their resources with having someone track my whereabouts outside of school hours."
"Ah, Ms. Morrell, that will not be necessary. Even I can see that this is a frivolous accusation and it will be removed from your record. On the behalf of Beacon County School System, please accept my apologies."
Genevieve nodded as she grabbed her small clutch purse and stood. "Apology accepted. Have a good day, Superintendent Chambers." Without another word, she swept out of the Superintendent's office.
As she waited for the elevator she could hear the Superintendent swear that it was yet another frivolous complaint by Gerard Argent. He asked his secretary how many more of these pointless meetings he was going to have to sit through before lunch. With a small smile, she walked in the elevator and pressed the down button giving no thought to how she could hear conversation half-way down the hallway.
Genevieve exited the Municipal Building and pulled on a pair of sunglasses as she begun to walk toward her parked car. She was vaguely unsurprised to find Derek leaning against her car. He was the picture of perfection as he stood dressed in dark blue jeans that were sculpted to his muscular physique and a short-sleeved blue Henley that was molded to his chest and shoulders. His arms were crossed over his chest as he normal misted forest gaze was hidden behind a pair of sunglasses.
"Hey, I thought you had an appointment with your realtor."
"I rescheduled," he shifted his stance and pulled a slip of paper out of his back pocket. "I thought you said this was nothing."
Genevieve sighed as she pushed the sunglasses up on her head as she took the paper from his hands. She unfolded it to find her request to appear before the Superintendent. She folded the paper back up and met his inquiring gaze. "It was nothing. Gerard apparently left a litany of complaints against several staff members. Everyone was called in to determine the validity before they were thrown out, just like mine was."
"What was he thinking?"
"If I had to guess, I'd say Gerard was planning on replacing the lot of us with hunters. I was never too clear on his ultimate endgame given that he was trying to outrun his own demise. In any case, I think the Superintendent is still trying to figure out how he was put in charge in the first place given his obvious lack of experience."
"Have you given any thought to our discussion … the question I asked you?"
Her eyes widen in surprise. In all truth, she hadn't given any thought to Derek asking her to move in with him. Frankly, she thought it was an overreaction to the summons and was his misguided attempt to protect her. After all, what objection would the County have if Genevieve was spending time in Derek's loft if she lived there? "It was a very kind offer. But, I am oddly traditional in that respect and I don't want to move in with anyone until … I get married," she paused to put a hand up. "Which, by the way, I'm not looking for a proposal and since we're already bonded I don't see the point in getting married."
"I agree that's why I asked you to move in. It's not like you aren't there half the time anyway."
"I know," she hedged quietly as pulled her sunglasses back down to shield her eyes. "But, I like my house."
"I suppose this has nothing to do with what happened a few weeks ago with Isaac?" Derek asked with a cheeky grin as he slid his hands around her waist to pull her closer to him.
Genevieve rolled her eyes as she leaned back. "I thought we agreed to never speak of that again. It's bad enough that the memory is practically branded into my brain and I've been trying to forget. Not to mention that Isaac couldn't look me in the face for a week without blushing. Let's just say I'll consider moving in when Isaac graduates." Derek laughed broadly.
"It's not like he saw anything."
"That's wonderful. It's never going to happen again. Now, since you're here, how about you treat me to lunch?"
Derek released Genevieve with a kiss to her temple as held out his hands for her car keys.
"Where's your car?" She asked as she tossed him the keys and walked around to the passenger side door.
"At the loft," he answered as he opened the car doors with the button on the key fob. He walked to her door and held it open for her. Then, he walked to the driver's seat and slid behind the wheel adjusting the seat as he did so. "What do you want?"
Genevieve settled herself in the passenger seat. "Surprise me."
Derek nodded and pulled off.
Peter Hale arrived at the burnt site of his ancestral home and waited on the porch. For the past month and a half, he'd come to the house to wait for any sighting or acknowledgement that the Alpha Pack had arrived in Beacon Hills. And so far, he had nothing to show for his efforts but wasted time.
Today, however, would be different. Julia told him to report to house because the Alpha Pack had finally arrived in Beacon Hills. How she knew, he didn't know but like always, he trusted her without fail, her instincts were rarely wrong and she'd never let him down before.
He was leaning on the porch column of the house when he saw her appear just beyond trees. He straightened up immediately, watching as Kali stalked toward him. As she got closer, he felt the change in the air around him. It was stifling as the scent of her power waffled over him. It washed over Peter and he struggled against the sheer force of it, commanding that he kneel before her and expose his neck. His knuckles were white with the strain of his clenched fists as he fought to disobey the command of her presence, his body tense and rigid.
"Peter Hale." Kali growled lowly as she stopped before the porch. Years had, unfortunately been very good to the caramel-skinned Alpha. She was tall and lithely slim with dark brown hair that rested on her shoulders in careless waves. Her eyes flared a bright red as she glanced around the house searching the area. Her slim figure was encased in sleek black pants with low-heeled laced-up calf boots and a stark white tank top that gave off the pretense that she was just a normal woman until one glanced down at her hands and noticed the one and a half inch talons that were raiser sharp.
"Hello, Kali. It's been a long time."
"Not nearly long enough," she drawled as her gaze slowly met his as her eyes returned to their normal dark brown when she realized that no one else was there. "I see you managed to somehow find your way back from the depths of death. A very interesting trick by the way. Care to share how you did it?"
"No."
"That's too bad. Where's Derek?"
"My nephew is … indisposed, but I am here on the behalf of the Hale Pack." Peter replied with such an embellished flourish that Kali rolled her eyes.
"Great. But, I am not here to talk to the Omega of the Hale Pack."
"I'm a Beta," Peter interrupted through clenched teeth.
"Oh, are you? Well, I don't give a shit. Omega? Beta? Po-ta-to Po-tato—I don't care. I want the Alpha!" Kali turned then to leave but was waylaid when Peter quickly leaped off the porch and made to grab her arm. In a flash, her talons were embedded in his neck. "You dare touch me, little Hale. You forget yourself, Peter. Big sister Talia can't protect you from my wrath anymore," she snarled down at Peter eyes bleeding red.
Peter gurgled slightly as he dropped his hand and Kali slid her talons out of his neck before she turned to leave again. He touched the back of his neck, feeling the cool breeze on the open wound before calling for Kali to stop. "Wait, I know about your guest but Derek doesn't. What would it take for you to release her to me?"
Kali paused spinning around. "Who said anything about a guest?"
"I know you have her. Just tell me what it will take for you to release her and I promise I will do anything to get her back."
"Anything, Peter?"
"Yes, anything."
"Be careful what you wish for, you just might get it." Kali raised her head with a malicious grin. "We'll need a trade. I understand your nephew has four Betas. We want one here. By sundown."
"And Cora, when will I see her?"
Kali turned away to leave not answering him immediately. "Once you've brought our Beta then we'll see about returning little Miss Cora. And Peter, you better come through or Deucalion won't be pleased." Without another word, Kali faded into the wind.
Peter watched her leave and was unsurprised when Julia appeared beside in her hooded shroud. "I take it you heard?"
"Of course, I did. It's like I told you, they won't release her without a trade. So you need to make a decision on who you can take. May I suggest the outlier in the pack because we need them strong for a while yet."
"The outlier?" Peter repeated contemplatively as he thought about all the members of Derek's pack. Only one of them fit that title. "I know who to take," he replied only to realize that she was gone and he was alone once more. Checking the time on his watch he determined that he only had a few short hours to get everything in place and he took off.
Jackson Whittenmore arrived home from his summer vacation to London with his father and immediately showered, changing into a pair of shorts with a white tank top and pristine running shoes. He forewent returning calls to Derek or Lydia to let them know that he was back in town to take his run.
Sitting on a plane for ten plus hours had him feeling cooped up so he needed a run to feel a release. Plus, he figured a quick run would get him in the proper mindset to deal with Lydia and their inevitable discussion of their relationship. They had officially broken up over the summer mainly because it didn't seem logical to be tied down to one another when they weren't even in the same country for two months.
He left the room grabbing his keys and iPod. As he got to his porch, he took a few minutes to stretch his muscles and secure his keys and iPod before he took off at a light jog with his ear buds jammed in his ears. He'd only gone about a mile away from his home when he spotted Derek's crazy Uncle at the edge of the woods.
"What are you doing here?" He stopped pulling an ear bud out of his ear.
Peter rolled his eyes. "Derek sent me to find you."
"He did?" Jackson asked surprised since he hadn't bothered to call the Alpha and let him that he'd returned. It would just figure that Derek's Alpha powers somehow managed to let the Alpha know he'd come home already. "Can't this wait? I was on that shitty ass plane for ten fucking hours and the last thing I need is Derek's creepy uncle to escort me to meet with those other losers in the pack."
Peter raised his hands in defense. "Hey, take that up with your Alpha. I'm just the messenger. Derek asked me to stop by as a favor and let you know that everyone was meeting at the old house. They're waiting for you."
"That burned down old, shack? Why aren't we meeting at the loft?"
"Oh you know, Derek. He's a creature of habit."
"Fine, whatever." Jackson sighed as he shifted to begin the walk toward the woods. Peter followed behind him.
They were quiet as they walked the rest of the way to the half-burnt home. But, when they arrived no one was there.
"What gives? Where's Derek?" Jackson asked turning around to find that Peter was no where insight. Instead, a tall statuesque woman in all black stood before him. But, what caught him off guard and made him unconsciously take a step back were her glowing red eyes.
"Your Alpha's not here. But, not to worry there's more than enough to go around." Kali hissed around her lengthening fangs. Jackson instinctually began backing away from her and collided with the broad chest of another man behind him. He started as he was lifted off the ground by his shoulders and went sailing through the air as if he weighed nothing. He landed roughly on his back.
"Now, Ennis that's no way to treat our new charge, after all we don't want to damage him."
Groaning Jackson blinked quickly to clear his swimming vision to see an extremely tall man with long black wavy hair that rested back his shoulders. He had a smooth olive complexion and his left arm was covered from shoulder to wrist with a tribal tattoo. He was dressed much like the woman in black with glowing red eyes.
"Ah Kali, I think I've scared him stupid," Ennis said as he threw back his head with a deep laugh.
Jackson could do nothing but watch as the black boots got closer and closer to him before disappearing into the air for the moment and landing in a crouched hovering above him with her talons embedded in his neck.
"Not yet, love. We need to keep some sense to him, so I can make him talk. Or better yet. I'll make him scream." Kali said as she trailed his talons down his neck to his chest, shredding his shirt.
"Why are you doing this?" Jackson asked tartly as he watched Kali run her talons over his exposed chest.
"Because I can. And since your Alpha has ignored my calls, it's time to leave a more personal message. A permanent message. Ennis, be a dear and hold him down for me while I draft a letter."
The tall broad-shouldered man placed his left hand on Jackson's shoulder while Kali pressed a single talon into his chest, piercing his skin. "Now Jackson, that's your name, right?" Kali didn't wait for a response her smile unfurling to a feral grin. "I want to hear you scream!"
Jackson roared in pain.
Author's Note: So I have taken some liberties with the Alpha Pack recasting some of the members and changing some things about them. One, Kali is known for her deadly talons, not her toe nails. Two, Ennis and the twins have been recast. For Ennis I used a wrestler by the name of Roman Reigns, Google him if you don't know who that is, you'll thank me later. Good news – I am about ten chapters ahead in my writing. Bad news, because of a new job my writing time has been cut back slightly so my posting schedule will be every two weeks or so. It just depends on what's going. I hope you enjoy this chapter and I look forward to hearing what you think.
