A few months passed before Scott was confident that each member of his pack was fully capable of handling themselves. He was quite proud of them, especially Stiles.
Stiles wasn't trained from a young age like Allison and didn't possess any supernatural advantages but he worked hard to be able to stand shoulder to shoulder with the others as part of the omega pair and McCall Pack, along the way the Stilinski finally grew a pair and asked Malia on a date.
The results? The werecoyote and human were a couple since the first term and Stiles couldn't shut up about finally losing his virginity. Well, the last part only lasted all of 19 seconds, literally, before Malia put a stop to it.
She caught her boyfriend telling his best friend about it on the phone the next morning and that's how Scott knew it was exactly 19 seconds. Apart from that, Derek's warning held true.
Not long after the McCall Pack started training a few omegas started appearing seeking to join the pack and some of them reacted rather violently when Scott rejected them, resulting in Stiles having his first kill.
A male omega werewolf wanted to repay the McCall Pack for their rejection by leaving them a member less. He went after Malia and never lived to regret it. The omega blindsided Malia just after she got out of her car by hitting her with his car just outside the Stilinski house.
Lydia and Scott's sudden arrival at the scene distracted the omega from delivering the killing blow and that gave Stiles the chance to hit him with his bat on the back of the head, killing the werewolf on impact.
Lydia had sense the death while Scott was at her house and alerted him. The she-alpha was sure her boyfriend broke a few laws to make it in time and it seemed like they arrived just in time.
Jordan collected the body and delivered it to the nemeton because it remained in werewolf form, so he had to carry out his duty as guardian of the supernatural. It was instinctual.
The pack slept at the Stilinski house that night. Scott rejected everyone that came seeking to join his pack after that incident and made sure to spy on them using kenning (from The Originals), a rather powerful and useful spell that he learned from a grimoire Marin gave him, until they left town.
Sometime later, some of the rejected omegas banded together and formed a pack, the Beta Pack, and chose one of them to become their "alpha" and kill Scott to get his alpha spark while they killed the rest of the McCall Pack.
They recruited a few more before they set their sight on Beacon Hills again, all 11 of them. This happened during mid semester break and it couldn't have been the worst time they chose to attack the McCall Pack. For them.
Chris Argent decided to help the pack train in order to prepare them for what might happen if a certain hunting clan by the surname of Calavera decided to retaliate in response to the McCall Pack killing Brunski and Gerard. Well, that was what he told them and it was half the reason.
The other reason was something that crossed Chris' mind after the confrontation with Scott, and Alan concurred. Scott would give Allison the bite if her life depended on it or she asked and he would kill anyone who tried to get her to commit suicide or kill her.
The whole McCall Pack would protect Allison with their own lives even from Chris, or so said the veterinarian.
Chris had to admit that that was likely true. But he wasn't planning on losing his baby girl like he did his wife. Losing Kate and Victoria was hard enough. Chris regretted listening to his father. He regretted ever letting and helping Victoria commit suicide.
There was no honor in her dying and leaving Allison without a mother. But Chris realized that too late. Too late for Victoria but not for Allison and him. So when the Beta Pack attacked the McCall Pack in their training area in the woods, they received an unpleasant surprise and none of them survived to regret it.
Lydia saw the attack a little early before it happened and told her pack. Chris advised them to set a trap and that's exactly what they did. Their targets fell right into it. The Beta Pack found Scott, Lydia, Isaac, Allison, Stiles and Malia waiting for them on the other side of a clearing.
A verbal fight issued between the two packs before Stiles called their rivals a pack of rejects. That made the more impulsive of their enemies to make the first move and last mistake, which was more than half of them, by running forward.
When they crossed the center of the clearing they tripped over a wire and triggered a trap that unleashed hell on them. A cloud of wolfsbane engulfed the area while a hail of ring daggers and spikes rained down on the members of the makeshift pack and saw the definition of a massacre.
The McCall Pack had to turn their heads away but Chris, who was hiding to pick off the stragglers, saw that Scott kept on watching the whole thing with ruth in his eyes before it vanished.
The hunter then saw the he-alpha take Allison's crossbow from her and take aim to the side, following the direction, Chris found one of the rival werewolf trying to sneak around but a second later an arrow pierced her neck and she died a few seconds afterwards.
The experienced hunter was stunned by that. Allison turned to Scott as she felt him take her crossbow but saw an enemy werewolf sneaking up behind her distracted father. She took back her weapon of choice and let loose an arrow.
Chris heard a heavy thumb just a few feet behind him and turned to find a body with an arrow buried in its chest. It's origin? Allison.
However, there wasn't anytime to let that sink in because a moment later Lydia screamed, bringing everyone down on their knees with hands covering their ears although Scott, Malia and Isaac suffered the worst of it. But she saved her pack and that was all that mattered
The reason behind Lydia's scream was a response to an attack she felt from behind her pack by two rival werewolves. She killed one who was the closest and got the full brunt of her weaponized scream and Isaac finished the other and that was the end of the Beta Pack massacre.
All 11 of the challenging pack members were dead while the McCall Pack and Chris Argent stood tall although a little shaken by the massacre. Chris hoped that they would use the methods they learn on how to deal with killing. He knew they would need each other for support.
Luckily Marin Morrell was already giving them therapy sessions. That was a condition the adults and pack agreed on, that they would receive therapy and with Marin having regained the pack's trust, she was entrusted to be their therapist.
Melissa, Deaton, Marin, Chris, Natalie and Noah agreed on the teenagers seeing Marin for therapy. Lydia finally revealed the existence of the supernatural to her mother after Marin pointed out that the longer she took to tell Natalie about herself the harder it would get. And the Martin could use her mother's support.
Marin herself was supporting Malia since the girl moved in with her. Chris told the McCall Pack to go home after everything settled down and called Jordan to help with the clean up. Neither of the teenagers protested, they needed sometime to themselves and away from the mess. Death wasn't a pretty sight, even to enemies. Life was life.
But instead of going home, Scott instinctively led his pack to the nemeton and there they found their peace for they were supernaturals and in Allison and Stiles' case, they died and came into contact with the supernatural beacon so it offered them some familiarity and comfort.
The true alpha used his connection to the nemeton and applied an area wide spell that made the place feel warm, comforting and safe, a safe haven to help his pack calm down and come to terms with what they did and saw.
They didn't need to talk while there, they just huddled together and allowed themselves to be vulnerable and feed off the pack's love, support and strength. It was quite therapeutic, especially when some of the local wild life joined them. There was just something about that that comforted the McCall Pack.
"We're pack." Began Scott.
"We run as one, we stand as one." His pack responded as one.
Scott didn't need to roar for he felt the power in those words. They were his pack and he was their alpha. He knew why Chris advised them to set the trap. Beyond eliminating the Beta Pack from returning again, he wanted to give the McCall Pack a little taste of the battles they were likely to have, study and test them.
Oh, Scott knew that very well. The man studied them as they set the traps he taught them and what they did afterwards.
How they acted as pack and individually, if the hierarchy was maintained even in the chaos and how they responded to it all. The he-alpha was sure Chris was going to report back to the PG A (for Alliance), that's what Stiles called them; Deaton, Melissa, Chris, Marin, Noah and Natalie.
But that was alright, Scott was just glad the pack was together and that they had their parents and guardians to support them and make sure they weren't in over their heads.
Yes, Scott was the alpha of the pack but he too needed to feel like the teenage boy he was with friends and a lovely girlfriend, he needed to behave as such at times so that he wasn't overwhelmed. They all did and Scott knew they were glad that they could do just that, be the teenagers they were, Natalie Martin made sure of that.
Lydia's mother declared Beacon Hills High School a supernatural free zone, even if it was built on a telluric current intersection. That meant no more skipping classes if not because of a true emergency and on top of that they had to study, really study, together at least 4 times a week and make sure that none of them was failing even one class.
Oh, the PG A agreed on that and the McCall Pack didn't have any problems with that. They needed every bit of normalcy they could get. Surviving the massacre and coming out on top gave Scott the confidence that his pack could handle themselves.
They just needed a little more training before he could reduce their training sessions but not stop them entirely. Stopping them would be suicide. There was a difference between confidence and arrogance.
The middle of the second term would see Scott declaring the McCall Pack a capable and functional pack that was ready to face the world although they would continue training to stay sharp and keep on improving. Brunski and Gerard's time began it's exponential count down.
The pack slept at the McCall house that night and continued to get closer as their bond strengthened from the experience. Lydia kept their thoughts connected the entire night. They were pack, they ran as one, they stood as one.
Chris arrived at Beacon Hills Animal Clinic to a rather tense atmosphere. Everyone, Deaton, Melissa, Marin, Noah and Natalie, wanted to know what happened and why he called the emergency meeting.
"There was an attack on the pack at their training grounds in the woods earlier..." Began the hunter.
He explained what happened and how, including what he observed. Deaton, Marin and Noah understood what Chris did and why. Melissa and Natalie? Not so much. Well, Melissa a little bit although she was still mad at Chris, Noah was too but he understood. They had to lay it all out for Natalie to understand.
She hadn't been a part of their world during the Alpha Pack and Jennifer Blake ordeal. Chris, Deaton and Marin explained that the test the Argent put the McCall Pack through did more good than harm and that it was needed. They all knew now that the kids could handle themselves even under stressful situations.
Scott continued watching the whole thing so that he could keep track of things and the ruth he showed told them that he was still capable of remorse and that was a good thing.
They had been a little worried when he seemed totally fine just a week after killing Deucalion but they understood now. He had a way to compartmentalize to deal with the action and it seemed like his pack's safety was part of that.
It was a little scary that he developed that under a week without doing something stupid first like drink himself stupid to cope. What they didn't know was that that something stupid almost turned to casual sex, but his relationship with Lydia put a stop to that.
Even Scott didn't realize that he was heading that way but Lydia did. The anger directed at Chris reduced until it disappeared when Marin pointed out that Scott and Lydia could have decided against following Chris' advise. She knew those two well enough to know that they didn't do things they didn't want to.
Even the beta and omega pairs could have at least voiced their doubts but it was likely that they too wanted to see just what they had been training for and if they could handle it and whether they were ready or not. They adults would get their response to whether the teenagers could handle the aftermath or not after their therapy session.
Marin was surprised to report positive results the following day. Though she couldn't go into details, the druid gave her brother and the parents positive news, just an overview. The McCall Pack's overall therapy report was positive.
They weren't declining into depression or being eaten by guilt although it was there accompanied by a healthy dose of nightmares, but it was nothing they couldn't handle. The whole ordeal brought them closer and strengthened their pack bond because they knew they could depend on each other.
They knew it before but now they really knew it from experience. That belief had been put to the test after all. Even Chris felt like he would have taken the pack as his team during his traditional hunter days. He knew they looked out for each other and followed the line of command.
Scott was wise to officially establish the hierarchy in his pack. Everyone knew their places and played their roles well. An order from the alpha pair to the beta pair automatically became law even to the omega pair when the beta pair delivered it to them.
That took discipline of the highest level and the McCall Pack had that. Marin didn't say more than that, aside from that everyone in the McCall Pack was stable and handling the aftermath well, maybe a little to well but the pack wasn't telling the reason behind that.
Valerie watched as her younger sister, Hayden, left for the last day of school for her first semester. Hayden was a freshman at Beacon Hills High School and it's soccer player. Valerie couldn't help but feel grateful for having her younger sister in her life.
A while back Hayden had a kidney transplant and life hadn't been easy before and even after that. Before, the deputy was scared of losing Hayden, really scared, and after... Valerie was just glad her sister was alive and well. Now, she just had to keep it that way. That's why Valerie accepted Sheriff Stilinski's offer to be part of a task force within the station.
A while after working together with Jordan as her partner and no complaints from both sides, the Sheriff approached the two with a rather shocking revelation, well, for Valerie. The existence of the supernatural. The way Valerie looked at Noah was priceless, and when she saw her partner looked like he believed it...
Well, she thought them crazy until she thought she was crazy too when Jordan's eyes glowed the color of fire. It took Valerie some time to accept the big reveal and when she did, she also accepted the Sheriff's offer.
Jordan and Valerie were the first and currently only members of a special supernatural task force assembled by Sheriff Stilinski, endorsed by Agent McCall and trained by Christopher Argent, tasked with handling supernatural cases when they occurred in Beacon County.
Jordan introduced Valerie to the McCall Pack, otherwise known as the local supernatural expects, a few weeks after the massacre and they were back to school though not before Scott and Lydia cleared her. Oh, those two were very serious about the safety of their pack.
Jordan approached Scott first about making the introductions, the boy stalled for a few days before he responded by saying that Valerie would have to pass Lydia's evaluation before meeting the whole pack.
She did, although neither Jordan nor Valerie understood how a simple conversation could be taken as evaluation, and was granted the introduction. By mid term, Valerie Clarke-Romero was classified as an ally of the McCall Pack.
Seeing Hayden leave for school made her think about that pack. Just a few days ago Valerie and Jordan called for their assistance in capturing two wendigos that had escaped from Eichen House. Only Malia and Stiles were sent for the assistance and they captured their target faster and with less effort than the deputy duo did theirs.
It was a little humbling and encouraged the deputies to increase their training and knowledge along with teamwork because ultimately the teenagers used that and their knowledge of wendigos and from what Jordan smelled, plants, herbs to be precise, to out do them. Oh, and mountain ash.
According to Stiles, mountain ash was a human's best friend. Well, close. Scott was his best friend and brother, mountain ash couldn't take that even if it tried. The Force would kick its ass if it tried. Stiles words, not Valerie's. Anyway, it wasn't a competition against the teenagers, but it sure felt like that a little.
Even to Jordan who was beginning to use his senses more often than before, following Scott's advise.
Valerie thought about introducing Hayden to the McCall Pack for some training, just in case, but she didn't want her sister involved in the crazy world of supernaturals.
The moment of truth was upon the McCall Pack after months of training and preparing. School had just closed for the semester a few hours ago and the plan was a go. The pack chose to wait so that they could deal with any potential retaliation without their school life getting negatively affected like in sophomore and the beginning of their junior year.
They had just arrived outside the medical facility where Gerard Argent was staying due to his rather... Weird medical case. Well, only Allison, Isaac and Scott. Lydia, the pack's she-alpha was with Malia and Stiles on her way to eliminate Brunski as planned.
The beta pair and Scott sneaked their way to Gerard's room's window and the moment Scott opened it they were hit with the scent of blood. A lot of blood. Scott motioned for the beta pair to stand watch and for Allison to wait for his signal.
The true alpha was glad for his order when he entered the room because the scene he walked into was horrifying. He almost puked at the sight and smell. It looked like Gerard was torn apart by wild animals and Scott couldn't handle the sight, he just couldn't.
The Argent's limbs were slashed rather sloppily and made a mess, his intestines... The McCall turned away from it and whispered for Isaac to get Allison away from the place, and just when he too was about to leave he heard a very light raspy sound.
Turning back around, the true alpha realized that Gerard was still hanging on to life but by an extremely thin string. His heartbeat was very faint and so was his short raspy breathing but it seemed like the old man was trying to tell the boy something.
His eyes kept going from Scott to some place below his chin in a very panicky way. Following the direction, it took Scott a while to make sense of the mess and if one didn't know that there was something there, they wouldn't have found it.
Scott saw a very important symbol carved into Gerard's chest and it gave the alpha enough reason to ignore the sight, sound and smell of the dying human in order to get some much needed answers and there was only one way to do that. Mind melding. It was a very revolting thought and action considering the situation, not to mention risky too.
The dire wolf didn't know what would happen if Gerard died while he was conducting the ritual but a spiral only meant one thing in the supernatural world, vendetta. And so far, his pack has been caught in the crossfire of other people's vendettas, but this time, this time they had to be better prepared and there was only one way to get the information to do.
No more stumbling around looking for answers even from untrustworthy sources like Gerard Argent. Well, just this one last time. Scott protracted his claws out, closed his eyes and initiated the mind melding ritual, hoping to get the answers he needed before the man died.
He couldn't help but have one last thought before the process took effect cross his mind. 'The things I do for my pack...' It really amazed him.
"We have to go back." Said an anxious Allison, pacing back and forth.
Isaac had just heard Lydia's scream and Scott hadn't returned yet. He knew that she was right, but...
"You're right, it's taking too long. But Scott said to get you away and you'll stay away. I'll go. Just stay here and get the car ready." He said.
Allison didn't like that at all. Everyone knew that the waiting was the worst part, but she had a role to play. A quick escape could be needed. The girl pulled Isaac back just before he left and gave him a kiss to calm her nerves then watched him leave.
Allison began to pace again before entering the car on the driver side. She kept looking around even though they parked the car in a hidden place a few blocks from the medical facility. A few minutes passed and Allison was now sure something was wrong, very wrong.
They knew the time it took to reach the facility from where the car was parked and it was taking Isaac and Scott too long, especially for two of the fastest members of the McCall Pack.
Just as that thought crossed the Argent's mind Isaac appeared, but Scott wasn't by his side, the beta was carrying his limb body on his shoulder. Allison quickly got out of the car and opened the back door before hurrying to start the car.
The moment Isaac got in she drove off with one place in mind. The Lahey pulled out his phone to call his female alpha and divided his focus to keep track of the true alpha's weak heartbeat, alarmingly weak.
A mysterious feminine figure watched the beta pair leave with their comatose alpha from afar. She was confused as to what happened and what the three were even doing sneaking around Gerard's room at night.
She knew there was no way the old man could do anything to Scott, not with the way she left him and from what she heard, the McCall developed well since she last saw him. The woman sure hoped his brown eyes were the same as she remembered, she loved those brown eyes.
But back to the point, Scott could take care of himself just fine, so seeing him the way he was was kind of worrying. She had to make sure the old bastard was dead just like he had the Calaveras make sure that she was a few months ago.
They failed, but she wouldn't. She didn't need her berserkers for that and that's why she left them at her hideout.
Stiles just knew that Lydia received some bad news the moment Malia quickly told him to drive to the animal clinic instead of the original destination which was the McCall house.
The banshee had just killed Brunski with a rather ear splitting scream that the werecoyote and human were lucky a safe distance from, the car, and they were on their way to meet the others until she received a phone call from Isaac.
Stiles asked what was wrong and Malia told him that something was wrong with Scott. Not satisfied with that cryptic reply, he turned his question to Lydia and wished he hadn't.
She didn't say anything for a while, looking as though she'd entered a trance before she said it felt like Scott was at death's door in a foreboding voice then snapped out of the trance.
The moment the beta pair arrived at the animal clinic with their alpha hanging between life and death Deaton directed them towards the back room where he had been setting equipment.
Once Scott was placed on the exam table, the veterinarian checked his vitals, cleaned the blood from the boy's eyes and injected him with adrenaline before administrating a few chest presses while he asked Allison and Isaac some questions.
Isaac was the one who answered, starting from when they opened the window to their arrival at the animal clinic. He found the dire wolf slumped over a dead Gerard, unresponsive with blood coming from his ears while in the middle of a mind melding ritual.
The Lahey realized what happened and had to get his alpha out of there so he broke the ritual and pulled Scott out the window. The door to Gerard's room had been opened and there were claw marks on it, leading Isaac to the conclusion that someone else was there before them and left when he or she heard them approaching.
Whoever the person was was planning on making the situation look like an animal attack but the pack's arrival likely ruined the plan because it seemed like Scott found the Argent still alive and took a risk to find out what happened.
Lydia and the omega pair arrived during Isaac's explanation and the girl couldn't help but be mad at her boyfriend. No, mad was too light a word, furious was more like it. Anyone who knew about the mind melding ritual knew that it was dangerous, and to perform it on a dying person was just plain stupid, a death wish.
Scott knew that very well but did it anyway. What the hell was he thinking?! As much as Lydia tried to fight back the tears, she couldn't and she wasn't the only one. Seeing Scott laying there, comatose, shook the pack to their core. It was just... It was a sight they wished wasn't real.
The banshee approached the exam table, held her boyfriend's cold hand and tried to sync with his mind, like Meredith did with Peter, to try to get him to wake up or at least connect to his thoughts but...
Lydia suddenly clasped her hands over her ears as though she was in pain, groaning and stumbled back. Malia caught the banshee before she could fall but slid down with her and began siphoning her female alpha's pain. Deaton walked around the table to check on the girl.
"What is it, Lydia?" Asked Deaton but got no reply.
"Lydia?" Allison called her friend when she didn't respond but nothing changed.
"Isaac smelled the blood before he saw it. Whatever Lydia was experiencing was harming her and he could only do what instinct told him to.
"Lydia!" Isaac roared the name of his she-alpha and got the desired effect.
The Martin finally snapped out of whatever was going on. But what they didn't expect was for Scott to suddenly rise just a little and release a roar of his own in return that shook the building and empowered the pack before he slumped down and lost consciousness again, but he looked better afterwards.
Lydia tried to stand and go to him but she hadn't recovered just yet so Deaton stopped her and told her as much before standing up to check on Scott.
Allison took Deaton's place and handed her best friend a bottle of water that Stiles passed to her then went to get a cloth to clean the blood. The Stilinski went to check on his best friend with Isaac since Malia and Allison had Lydia.
"He's better, isn't he?" Commented Isaac, a little relieved as he heard his alpha's heartbeat a lot more stronger than it had been before his roar.
"He is, but he's still recovering. You did well, Isaac." Said the druid. Deaton then turned to Lydia. "What did you see, Lydia?"
He asked. It took her a moment to answer.
"Um, I'm not sure. I, I think Scott was suffering a mental breakdown and his mind was shutting down. It was like syncing with dozens of Stiles all at once with one dying every second and then three more taking his place and the process kept on repeating itself over and over." Answered the girl.
The fury that had been masking fear was long forgotten and only concern for her boyfriend remained. Stiles didn't bother defending himself, he could understand the comparison.
Lydia said that his thoughts were not as organized as the others and although Stiles could make sense of them, it took the banshee sometime to be able to focus on the most prominent thought at a time then worked her way up before she could sync Stiles with the rest of the pack without stressing her mind.
What the she-alpha of the McCall Pack experienced just now was likely a result of her mind not being able to withstand Scott's brain activity during his mental breakdown and the closest she could get to comparing it was with the Stilinski's mind and he understood that and took no offense.
The Martin stood up with Malia's help and went to Scott, she needed to know that he was recovering. Lydia spent most of her time with Scott telepathically connected, so not being able to tell what he was thinking or feeling right now was like torture.
Malia walked with her to were Scott's unconscious body was and held on to his hand while her other hand caressed the side of his face. The banshee noticed that Scott's temperature was a little more warmer and that calmed her a little.
She needed the physical reassurance that he was recovering since she couldn't get the mental one. When Deaton brought a cloth and a bowl of warm water to clean the sweat of the dire wolf Lydia took them from him.
"I'll do it, just call Melissa and get Marin here." She said, taking charge as was her right.
And just like that, order was established and everyone began being more productive. Now that he had a clearer picture of what was happening with Scott, Deaton could only think of one herb that could help the dire wolf's recovery.
It was quite a useful herb, Deaton kept in a jar with a triquetra symbol labeling it, that affected the body, mind and spirit. The druid hoped that it would help Scott recover mentally, physically and spiritually. Isaac and Malia called Melissa and Marin, respectively.
They were the only ones who knew about the pack's plans to kill Brunski and Gerard apart from Deaton and Chris.