Agent McCall was enjoying his time in Beacon Hills. After investigating Sheriff Stilinski's impeachment case and the Sheriff Station's overall cases, solved and unsolved, he spoke in favor of keeping Noah in office and supported the man's new task force.
Special Deputies Clarke-Romero and Parrish were the first specially trained task force within a Sheriff Station with more privileges and payment that had cases to match. They took on cases that were more demanding and needed more than ordinary deputies.
Well, that was the official story and it was true and authentic, just not properly detailed but the FBI agent didn't need to know that. The point was that Rafael got his time in Beacon Hills extended in order for him to oversee the special task force and so far, things looked good.
But that wasn't the reason the human was enjoying his time in Beacon Hills. Rafael was slowly repairing his relationship with his son. He knew that they weren't there yet but at least Scott was giving him a chance. They had lunch or dinner every now and then, and that was enough to brighten a man's world.
Well, Rafael's bright world was ruined by a call reporting an animal attack at a medical facility in town. It all started with animal attacks before murders occurred and the agent wondered if there would be murders six months after the animal attack.
Rafael debated on checking the scene but the new stars of Beacon County called it in. He thought that they probably needed a little down time with an easy case so, McCall left it in their hands, Clarke and Parrish had it.
Special Deputy Clarke couldn't stomach the scene before her, she just couldn't and Special Deputy Parrish could understand, 100%. The "wild animal" which killed Gerard was really vicious about it.
It looked like it scratched the man's room door to gain entrance, hunted for what drew it to the room in the first place, which seemed to be stashed food, but Gerard defended his precious food and the "wild animal" didn't take well to that.
It retaliated in a rather vicious way before it escaped through the window. That's what it looked like, but Jordan and Valerie knew better. There was just too much blood for the hellhound to get a scent apart from chemo-signals that indicated Gerard's fear, no, terror, and pain, along with anger, no, fury, that Jordan suspected to belong to the man's murderer.
Other than that, there was nothing to work with. Blood, flesh, fear, pain and anger was all the was. They decided to wait for Melissa's report.
"What's that?" Asked Valerie, pointing to Gerard's chest.
The human thought she could make out a pattern there. Her partner took a closer look and shifted his eyes to see better.
"A spiral." Replied Jordan.
"A vendetta, then. The Argents might be in danger." Concluded the woman.
"I don't think so. See here, the spiral's inner end and the outer end are connected, which means the vendetta began and ended with Argent's father. But it would be wise to alert him just in case." The hellhound commented.
"Oh, dammit. The McCall Pack isn't going to leave this case alone. They are going to look into this case the moment they hear about it." Said a groaning Valerie.
She could already hear Stiles' annoying voice asking for the case files so that his pack could look into it. Jordan forgot about the scene for a moment to sneak a look at his partner.
He had gotten to know her the last few months and he couldn't help but fall for her, but he couldn't make a move. Not only were they working together, they were partners and the hellhound still recalled Valerie's comment about Haigh being unprofessional.
Hayden said that Jordan should ask Valerie out because she like him too after catching the man staring at her sister as though she was the reason the sun existed, but warned him against hurting her older sister or else... Oh, the girl was very protective of her sister but she wanted her to be happy.
From what Jordan understood, it has been a long time since Valerie dated. She was too focused on providing for her younger sister and herself to think of relationships. That was one of the reasons Jordan hasn't ask Valerie out. He also thought that she wasn't interested in him, so... Asking her out might just make things weird between them.
Valerie hid a smile and a little disappointment as she caught her partner staring at her. It was rude to stare but in this case, it was welcomed. She liked Jordan, it was hard not to, but the woman was a little scared of dating again after so long, years!
She got too comfortable being single and only worrying about Hayden and herself, forgetting to be a woman in order to be a sister and guardian.
Since Jordan arrived, Valerie found herself recovering some of her younger self and desires. Unconsciously putting some effort into catching her attractive partner's attention and gaining a little spring to her step when she saw him looking, but that's where it ended and she was beginning to long for more.
Valerie was snapped out of her rather... Not so professional thoughts about her partner when Jordan suddenly jerked his head to the side, fire burning in his eyes.
"What is it, Jor-Parrish?" She asked.
"Scott. He just roared." Answered the distracted hellhound.
He couldn't quite decode the roar but it held a note of empowerment and dominance, and it originated from Beacon Hills Animal Clinic. Valerie was a bit confused. It wasn't abnormal for Jordan to hear that, but for his eyes to respond... Jordan wasn't part of Scott's Pack, was he?
Marin and Melissa arrived at the animal clinic at the same time to see Lydia still by her boyfriend's side. They got updated by Deaton and Isaac before they checked on the boy. Well, Marin did, Melissa checked Lydia even though the girl protested a little.
Marin being specialized in psychology could get a better handle of what happened that Deaton and Melissa, so she asked Lydia to explain everything to her with as much detail as she could which she did. Deaton stood with Melissa to the side and watched as the druid and banshee conversed.
The ER nurse and the veterinarian held hands to offer each other support and a little bit of comfort. They were each others pillars outside their families after the months they spent with Deaton teaching Melissa. The doctor was beginning to move on from what happened with the Hales, specifically Talia Hale.
The past few years had been tough, especially with Marin moving around with the Alpha Pack. It had been a little better to ignore the supernatural world and just close himself off but since Laura Hale came back, Deaton has been slowly getting back into that world, reluctantly at first but things change.
He turned a bit to take a look at his and Melissa's hand holding. Things changed indeed. The man felt his girlfriend lean into his side and pulled her a little closer. Guess Marin had been right, after all.
Stiles rolled his eyes at the sight. He forgot about that. Seeing the druid so... Affectionate was always weird. It kind of ruined that mysterious air the man had about him. It made Deaton more real.
Malia saw the eye roll and hit her boyfriend to stop him from staring at the couple. It was rude.
"Isaac might have pulled Scott out of immediate danger but his body, mind and spirit still need to recover. It's a miracle he even survived the ordeal. We're going to have to let Scott heal and wake up on his own or bath him in full moon light, preferably at a telluric current intersection." Marin gave her verdict and it was received with silence.
Everyone needed to let that sink in.
"The next full moon is in two days." Said Malia.
The coyote made it a point to know the moon cycle since Deaton told her about the most opportune time her mother was likely to attack to regain her power.
"Um, Beacon Hills First National Bank vault walls are made of hecatolite, aka moonstone, and it's on a telluric current intersection, so... What?" Stiles began his suggestion but received odd looks from everyone.
"What do you think will happen when Scott wakes up from a mental breakdown in a place he almost died at, full moon beams scattered around the room by the moonstone and feeding his basic instincts?" Asked Allison.
She remembered how Boyd almost killed Scott and was only saved by her. Plus Scott was already a nightmare to deal with without a full moon. The only reason none of them didn't suffer permanent damage was because he healed them after training.
He would siphon their pain first, and then use a method similar to the one Derek used to heal Cora but a little different to heal them.
Scott said that he learned that from Deucalion. It was an ability alphas possessed to reverse the hindering effects their claws and fangs had on other supernaturals. On top of that, wolves didn't leave their pack mates behind when they were injured.
They nursed them back to health and that seemed to be true even to supernatural wolves in a literal sense. Stiles blinked, then an image of Scott tearing his throat and making him paste flashed before his eyes.
"OK! I see what you mean. We are not taking Scott there! Nope! Definitely not! Sorry, Scotty, but you are not making me paste. My only defense is sarcasm and I'm losing it every single day because of you and Chris. You two are evil! What did my sarcasm ever do to you for you to train it out of me?" The group looked at the Stilinski with a little amusement.
It was true. He was losing it but to gain quite the figure and little discipline. Malia was very pleased with what her boyfriend was getting in exchange, sarcasm for a hot fit body any cross fit practitioner would kill for, and she had full access to.
Lydia recalled how she resurrected Peter. She remembered the mirrors she used to direct the full moon beams directly at the late Hale. The banshee could only think of bringing Scott to the nemeton.
That was one of the few places Lydia knew for certain her boyfriend felt truly at peace, and his connection to the supernatural beacon could calm him down along with the pack's presence. But that was if Scott didn't wake up before then. Since everyone present knew that Scott was a dire wolf...
Yes, they had to tell Chris since he was helping with their training but not about Lydia's telepathy and Marin understood witch magic and spells better than her brother because of her travels with her former pack, the Alpha Pack. She was the one who helped Scott develop his magic and spells, kenning being one of them.
Marin wasn't afraid of pushing the boy to train harder and do more dangerous magic and spells, but Deaton didn't need to know that, neither did anyone else although Lydia knew about Marin and Scott's secret training and how it came to be, she was part of it after all. Meredith helped Lydia understand her powers and Marin helped expand them, especially telepathy.
That was one of the reasons why Scott pushed the pact so much. He wanted all of his pack to be at their level best. The druid taught the banshee and dire wolf and in turn, they taught their pack. Guess that made Marin their pack's secret druid emissary while Deaton was the known one. But back to the clinic.
The McCall Pack, Melissa, Marin and Deaton understood Lydia's plan. Scott's relationship with the nemeton was likely to help him recover on top of the full moon. After they discussed the details Melissa, Isaac and Lydia took the unconscious Scott home.
Marin warned Lydia from using her telepathy for at least 24 hours and not to try to sync with Scott. She knew the girl was wanted to.
Natalie praised the McCall Pack for respecting her declaration of their high school as supernatural free zone but she didn't know that as much as they respected that declaration and she didn't see them breaking it, they were far from following it to the letter. Yes, they didn't miss classes, but that was on paper.
When Valerie and Parrish needed the teenagers' help, a pair skillfully sneaked out and provided the assistance as quickly and efficiently as possible before returning to school before their absence was noticed.
While a pair was out the two pairs left at the school covered for them and so far, they have maintained their grades, which were improving, and succeeded in keeping the whole thing secret from the adults. Well, most of them.
All that was coordinated by Lydia, so Marin knew that telepathy was a big part of the McCall Pack now and not being able to use it at the moment was hard on the girl. It was not only their secret weapon, but also a form of communication. Marin could understand, but she had to make sure Lydia recovered as well.
Chris was just about to leave the Argent Arms International building when he heard two pairs of footsteps coming behind him, one lighter and the other heavier. He turned already armed and guns pointing at the duo, but he was surprised to find Araya Calavera and her son Severo Calavera, who was around Chris' age, before him.
It had been a while since he saw them so he didn't lower his guns. Araya and Severo Calavera were just like the Argents, a family of werewolf hunters and Araya was the matriarch of the Calaveras. They lived in Mexico and used a nightclub as their front unlike the Argents who used an arms dealership company.
"Come now, Christoph. There is no need for that." Said Araya as a way of greeting.
"What are you doing here?" Asked Chris.
He waited for a few more moments before putting his guns away, or seemed to.
"I heard a rumor about one of our own joining a pack, is the rumor true, Christoph?" Inquired the matriarch.
Chris chose to remain silent.
"So, it's true. You let your own daughter dishonor us, dishonor our code and dishonor her own mo..." Araya was cut off.
"Don't you dare finish that sentence!" Chris exclaimed, fury in his eyes. "Where is the honor in leaving our children without parents?!"
There was silence for a moment, the Calaveras giving the man sometime to recompose himself.
"What is our code, Severo? Remind Christopher our code." Instructed Araya.
"We hunt those who hunt us." Said Severo.
"Tell him again." The woman ordered her son.
"We hunt those who hunt us." He repeated.
"Remember who you are, Christopher Argent. Now, say it! Say our code. We hunt those who hunt us. Say it!" Araya sternly instructed.
Chris couldn't help but see his father in Araya's place and hear his voice overlapping the woman's. The voice of the man who ruined his life. Chris finally understood what Scott meant when he said that he was going to let Allison "do what no other hunter has ever had the balls to do..."
He understood now. He should have realized it months ago. Allison was revolutionizing the Argents just like Marie-Jeanne Valet did 2 centuries and a few decades ago.
Gerard was just like Sebastien Valet and Scott was right there for Allison just like Henri Argent was for Marie-Jeanne. It looked like history was repeating itself, although dire wolves would be rise this time around instead of being driven to extinction, or near extinction as it seemed was the case.
From what Chris researched, dire wolves weren't made, they were born just like all witches. Scott being a dire wolf only meant one thing and one thing only, but that was for another time, maybe.
The Argent hunter stood straighter. Allison was the future of the Argents and he was going to stand by her side and proudly support her. The Argents only followed one code, and that was...
"We protect those who cannot protect themselves." Stated Christopher Argent, surprising his fellow hunters.
He turned to leave them as they were but paused.
"Just a word of advise, don't go after my daughter, or her pack. You don't hunt apex predators, they hunt you. If you don't believe me, asked Gerard. You don't want to be their prey." With his part said, Chris symbolically turned his back on the seething and slightly confused Calaveras and walked away.
It felt like something ended while another began, and the hunter couldn't help but feel like he'd redeemed himself just a little. It was like he finally stood up to his father and stepped out of his shadow. It looked like Chris had finally reached a decision concerning Scott's proposal.
Isaac asked where the Argent's got their fire arms during one of their training sessions with Chris, surprised by their arsenal. When Allison told him her father's legal profession, aka cover, and their plan to legitimize it, Scott approached Chris with a proposal after the training.
The human hadn't given the boy an answer just yet, saying that he would think about it. The confrontation with the Calaveras just helped him reach a conclusion. It seemed like Argent-McCall Arms International was a go.
Araya and Severo sought to follow up on what Chris hinted at. They were going to visit Gerard after Chris to get some information on where a certain Argent might be hiding in Beacon Hills, so two birds with one stone.
When the Calaveras arrived at the medical facility Gerard was staying they saw a body being taken out in a body bag, the county sheriff and two deputies talking by their cars with an ambulance not far from. The two hunters came to a conclusion and decided to come back to the scene after the place was clear.
In the meantime, they followed the ambulance. Severo and Araya were able to see Gerard's body after hours of waiting and what they saw was not what they expected. A dead Gerard? Yes. What they saw? No. Araya wondered why Chris would let those kids kill his father like they did.
It was clear as day to the Calaveras that Gerard's death was prolonged and he was tortured till his last breath. They knew that because they did the same thing to some of the supernatural they killed.
A thought came to Araya that it was impossible for the McCall Pack to be so skilled and sadistic at such a young age as to do what was done to Gerard. It looked more like the work of a certain feline, but that thought was wiped out of her mind when she was the claw marks at the back of the neck of Gerard's body.
The matriarch had heard of some memory manipulation ability alphas possessed and it made sense. She thought that Scott McCall dug into the Argent's mind and learned from his memories then used that information against the man. There was a lot one could learn from a hunter of Gerard's calibre.
It made sense that the alpha would want to test where Allison and possibly Chris' loyalties laid, and that was not forgetting that the boy was the reason Gerard was in the medical facility in the first place. He could have wanted to finish what he started.
The thought that Scott knew what Gerard knew worried Araya. She sneaked a peek at her son and that worry turned to fear. What would he do if he found out that the body he was looking at with apathetic eyes belonged to his biological father?
Araya quickly recomposed herself before Severo noticed. She had to find out if Scott McCall knew her deepest and darkest secret before it was too late. Not only was there a possibility that the true alpha knew hunter secrets, the was also the possibility that he could ruin her life and family, not to mention reputation.
Araya promised herself to find Scott before it was too late, she had to. It sickened her to possibility be at the mercy of a werewolf. Oh, if only she knew that he wasn't a werewolf but a dire wolf.
Two days felt like two weeks to the McCall Pack and their allies. Scott hadn't woken up in that time and Malia was anxious. Seeing her alpha so vulnerable for the first time was really hitting her hard. She never thought she would see him in such a state.
He always appeared indestructible and solid, a pillar. It didn't help that the rest of the pack was anxious and that there was some new hunter in town.
Malia wanted them to take out the hunter before she attacked them but they couldn't leave Scott in his vulnerable state and that's why they all took residence at the McCall house.
The she-alpha took residence in her boyfriend's room with him, and Allison and Isaac shared his bedroom while Malia and Stiles took the newest bedroom downstairs. It used to be a storage room until the boy's cleaned and furnished it.
After Melissa found out that Scott paid off all the bills, which had been a huge surprise, she turned her sights on repairing her house. Scott and Isaac and Rafael, who volunteered so that he could spend more time with his son, went to work on weekends.
The ER nurse just bought the supplies and the males got everything fixed and in order. They added a little bit more mountain ash wood to the house, well, Rafael and Scott although the former was still clueless, before the latter applied a few protection, alarm and strengthening spells on the house that were held by the mountain ash wood.
The Argent apartment, Martin and Stilinski houses received the same treatment, only just mountain ash and spells. Malia realized that she went on a tangent and got back on track.
Because of the presence of the Calaveras and Gerard's mysterious murder, the pack had to be careful to hide the fact that Scott was vulnerable when they took his unconscious body to the nemeton.
The mirrors were already set when they placed Scott on top of the nemeton. The McCall Pack, Deaton, Chris and Marin were the only ones there and were well armed in case of an ambush. Melissa was working so she could be present.
Just before the full moon reached its peak and they could direct it's light at the dire wolf's unconscious body, Jordan arrived. The hellhound felt drawn there and his duty was to make sure everything went well.
Lydia welcomed him with a nod and relaxed a little, setting her pack at ease. The she-alpha indicated for Deaton to proceed. The druid looked up at the full moon before he turned the final mirror that reflected the full moon rays off of the other mirrors.
The moment the beams hit Scott's body, his claws dug all the way into the nemeton and its growth rings glowed before the true alpha lunged forward fully shifted, eyes wide open and alpha red with black sclera, skin black-gray, sharp tripled fangs and facial features monstrous and demonic in nature pointed up at the full moon.
The demon wolf true alpha dire wolf awoke with a powerful primal alpha roar that shook the nemeton and the ground before it echoed long into the night. Malia, Isaac and Jordan responded to Scott's alpha roar with their own.
They were not challenging but welcoming back the true alpha and accepting his invitation to roar with him. Lydia joined the roars with a powerful and joyous scream that blended well with the roars.
Allison and Stiles felt alive and carefree, so carefree that they added their own voices to the their pack's battle cry. They all felt alive, wild and free. Chris, Marin and Deaton saw the nemeton growth rings glowed even brighter before softening and knew right away that the McCall Pack had just successfully claimed Beacon Hills as their territory.
Those who gained control of the nemeton ruled the town after all. The pack's battle cry ended with a note of wolf howls echoing in the night. The adults felt proud of the youth. They felt the whole thing deep in their bones and knew that their motto, "we are pack, we run as one, we stand as one," was true. They felt it.
The Hales could now rest easy, for their territory was in the right hands after 6 long years. Scott stood atop the nemeton, eyes scanning his pack before settling on Lydia and what a sight she was.
Lydia immediately synced with her boyfriend and couldn't help the beaming smile that graced her face when she heard that thought. Maybe she would go easy on him after all.
'I love you.' Professed Scott, mentally.
Now that stunned Lydia. It was the first time he had said that. Actually, he was the first one between them to say those words. A tear fell down her cheek softly and was followed why another, then another.
'I love you.' Lydia reciprocated.
Scott fell to his knees at those words, a single tear escaping. He never thought that he'd fall in love again, but his mother was right after all. He found love again and what a beautiful feeling it was. Lydia silently walked up to him. Marin, Chris, Jordan and the teenagers just knew what was coming and Stiles pat his back for thinking ahead.
While Lydia took a shower, he sneaked in Scott's bedroom and did his best friend a favor, a huge favor that guaranteed that the kiss Scott and Lydia were about to share was not going to be ruined by bad breath.
Let's just say Mieczyslaw "Stiles" Stilinski was a good and weird best friend Scott McCall could ever asked for. Emphasis on weird.
Two she-alpha werewolves heard the McCall Pack's battle cry from respective homes in Beacon Hills and knew that the void the Hales left 6 or so years ago was no more. The McCall Pack had just claimed the territory as theirs and anyone who wanted it had to go through them now.
They knew every supernatural in town and around knew that as well. Beacon Hills was no longer without a king, and from what they heard, a queen as well. Those two she-alpha werewolves were Satomi Ito of the Ito Pack and Mrs Finch of the Primal Pack.
Halwyn, a male hellhound who had been in hibernation state in the closed unit of Eichen House since 1912 after he built the place, awoke the moment the McCall Pack's battle cry reached him. He identified 6 species in the battle cry; dire wolf, banshee, werewolf, human, werecoyote and hellhound as he transformed and broke out of the volcanic rock.
Halwyn knew that he had a new duty now. It seemed like the anuk ite was still riding the wild hunt. Good. The hellhound burned the mountain ash keeping him inside the cool cell and that raised the alarm.
Halwyn knocked out everyone that came to restrain him until he reached someone who was wearing clothes that he liked and took them. It wouldn't be wise to walk around on fire or naked after all, he didn't need the attention. Just as the man was about to leave the facility, he sensed a banshee.
Turning around, Halwyn locked eyes with Meredith Walker. She had a bag on her shoulder and was standing as though she had been waiting for him, which was true. The banshee had been waiting for months. For what? She didn't know until now.
Meredith could have left a few weeks after Scott healed her but she had a feeling. The time hadn't been right for her to leave Eichen House back then, but it was now.