Chapter 12

2 months later

Chase POV

Beacon Hills has been quiet since that night Peter Hale and Kate Argent were killed.

The Winchester brothers and Castiel had to leave because a hunting friend needed help with a wendigo problem up near Montana. And when that was taken care of, there was an angel that was trying to kill Castiel that ended up killing Dean. And when Dean was revived, he was possessed by a demon spirit. So, they were staying away from Beacon Hills until that was fixed.

I still hadn't seen or heard from Scott since that night when he followed me back home once the fight was over with Peter Hale. As far as I knew, Allison had broken up with him because she felt that she couldn't trust him anymore, not that she could be blamed for that.

But Scott and I almost got into a very physical fight.

Flashback

"Why didn't you tell me that you are an alpha of your own kind?" Scott questioned with a glare on his face after he closed the front door behind him.

"Would you have believed me if I told you while you were still trying to figure out what you are?" I retorted with a snap.

His silence gave me the answer I was expecting, and I shook my head. "Scott, even the hunters who know about dragons, believe them to be myths." I explained with a sigh. "There's no way you would've trusted that I was telling the truth."

"What does that have to do with anything?" Scott protested.

I turned around to face him with a disbelieving expression on my face. "Literally everything. The only reason why Chris knew what I was, is because the Winchester brothers informed him about me when I showed myself."

"How do you know them? They're hunters, not friends of us supernatural creatures."

"They are the reason why I was able to come back home. I owe them my life." I replied.

"Then tell me what happened overseas. I need to know so I can decide whether or not to trust you ever again." Scott demanded, his eyes glowing a golden yellow.

"I had been with the pack for almost five months, during my time as a prisoner of war, when I heard that my alpha was on the trail of two well-known hunters. After they were both ambushed and brought to our camp, my alpha commanded that I oversee keeping them alive until no longer necessary." I stopped to take a breath and roll my shoulders.

"After a couple of days had passed, my alpha noticed that I was starting to get a little more distanced from the pack than normal. So, he threw me into the same container that the two hunters were in. I guess he thought that I would either kill them to show that I belonged with the pack, or the brothers would kill me. But once the door to the container had been closed, I asked the hunters if they would just kill me because I didn't want to be associated with the pack.

They both asked me if I would help them escape, and in return they would make sure that I get back home. At first, I was skeptical, but figured that it would be worth a shot. It took a whole day to figure out a plan that could work without any of us getting killed along the way. So, we put it into motion the next day before morning."

"Did it work?" Scott interrupted.

"It did, but not according to how we planned it to go. I ended up being the one to kill the alpha in order to protect Dean from being killed from behind. In doing so, I became an alpha, the last of our kind even though I never wanted to be. After they had gotten me out and back to the borders of base camp, I asked if they would kill me, so I wouldn't have to live with myself after killing so many people when I had no choice. But they reminded me of my promise and assured me that they would do everything in their power to ensure that I wouldn't become like the former alpha."

"Except for the fact that you turned Jackson." Scott spat heatedly.

That remark made my eyes snap open as the temperature rose in the room. "I know that you have issues with Jackson, but he is my friend, and most importantly, my beta and mate." I said, turning around to show my set of glowing red eyes to my brother.

"I still don't understand how you've ever liked him. He treats everyone like shit."

"That's because you didn't know him like I did. Before he found out about his past, he was as close to a brother, as you and Stiles are. But when that day happened, he changed because he was hurting from the inside and didn't know how to deal with it in a healthy manner. But I know that the old Jackson, is still there, and I've seen that part of him since I got back home." I informed.

"There's nothing you can say to me to change my mind." Scott huffed.

"Then get out!" I snapped angrily.

"What?" Scott asked, a little shocked at my outburst.

"You are not part of my pack, Scott. And I will not tolerate any disrespect towards my beta, especially from you or Stiles. You have overstayed your welcome and I will not ask twice."

"So, this is how it's going to be?" Scott trailed off, looking at me with a glare.

Not wanting to explode on him, I turned away from my brother and crossed my arms. "You could learn a thing or two from Derek, considering that he's been a beta for his entire life and knows how to act as one. And one thing you should know by now is that alphas don't take too kindly to anyone that disrespects their betas." I stated firmly, still facing away from him.

The sound of the front door closing let me know that he let himself out. I sighed deeply and went to the fridge to grab a soda. As I cracked it open, I glanced over to my bedroom door. "He left, so you can come out now Jackson."

Two seconds later, Jackson stepped out of the room, shirt-less as he stopped next to me in front of the countertop I was leaning on. "I can leave if you want me to."

"Stay." I requested, taking ahold of his right wrist and turned around to cup his face in my hands.

Jackson nodded in compliance, making me smile in relief.

"Do your parents know about me?" I asked gently.

"They know that you're back in town, but I told them that you've been getting used to the new job. But they want to see you again whenever possible. We just have to give them two days in advance so they can make sure that they have off." Jackson informed me.

"Well I have the rest of this week off before I need to come back to the station. I would love to see them again if that's alright with you." I replied, getting a chuckle from Jackson.

"Can I stay the night with you?" He questioned in a small voice.

I gave him a kiss on his forehead. "Of course you can."

Flashback End

It had been nearly two months since I had dinner with Jackson's adoptive parents, but I would see them a lot more than I thought I would. But they always liked me from the start and knew that I loved their son. I was told that "if I was anyone else, they would've put up a restraining order". But as long as I never hurt their son, I received their blessing to date Jackson.

But I was startled out of sleep when I heard a scuffle outside of my apartment. I quickly got my knife belt on before grabbing my keys and phone on the way out. I was kind of glad that Jackson wasn't over, because he would've been up and I wouldn't be able keep him off of me…

Anyways, I was making my way over to the graveyard where the noises were coming from. From what I could see, there was a teenager is in a backhoe digging a grave next to a capstone, labeling 'Argent'. The teen appears to hear footsteps and starts looking around. Luckily, he doesn't notice me in the distance, but I still can't tell what is causing the noise.

The backhoe is suddenly knocked over and the teen is pushed into the grave, with the backhoe falling on top. Taking that as my cue, I rushed forward and tackled the werewolf that had tipped over the machine. It snarled back at me, before flinching at the sight of my red eyes.

I started to shift into the hybrid form, showing off the scales that were forming across my skin and the wings that sprouted from my back. With a snarl, I slashed at the wolf's face with a claw, leaving three bloody lines across the right side of his face. It stumbled back in pain and fright as it lowered its head in submission to me.

"Who are you and why are you here?" I growled out, shifting back to normal.

The werewolf before me, shifted into a human form, I took a step back in shock. The person was standing just a little bit shorter than me, but she had grown from the last time I saw her. Her hair was dyed a darker black, changing her appearance greatly as it was normally a long blonde. It was a squad mate that was reportedly 'killed in action' two years ago, back in Afghanistan.

"Sergeant McCall." She gasped as the lines on her face were slowly healing.

"Callie…is that you?" I asked slowly.

"It's me Chase."

"Thank goodness." I gasped, wrapping her up in a tight hug as she clutched at my back. "I'm so glad that you're alive. I have questions, but they can wait." I added on softly.

"A little help over here." Derek's voice sounded out, making me turn around to see him trying to lift the backhoe off the grave that was trapping the teenage boy inside of the grave.

"Be right back." I told Callie, before remembering that she is still naked. So, I took off my shirt and jacket to cover her up as I took off towards the werewolf that needed help. Grabbing the other side of the backhoe, Derek and I lifted the machine off the grave.

Line Break

It was time for Kate Argent's funeral service, seeing that it was in full swing. Sherriff Stilinski made sure that most of our staff was here to make sure that nothing went wrong. The media paparazzi was starting to get on our nerves as they tried to get closer to the grieving family.

I had to push back a couple of photographers, one of them being a classmate of Jackson's. I recognized him instantly and held back a curse. "Daehler, move back before I smash that camera." I snapped at him when he tried to slip past my out-stretched arms.

I had grabbed the back of his hoodie and pulled him back, prompting him to start arguing with me about police brutality. I pulled out a set of handcuffs warningly. "If you cross the line again, I will arrest you for harassment." I warned firmly.

But he wasn't listening and dashed forward. Fortunately, an attendee caught him by the arm and pulled the camera out of his grasp and took the SD card out. I sighed and stepped forward, hand-cuffing the teenager. "I'm sorry for this teen's actions, Mr. Argent." I apologized, pulling Matt away from the event and shoved him into the back of the police car.

"My dad will have your job when the day's over." Matt threatened.

"I'd like to see him arrest a United States Marine for doing his job when I gave you ample warnings beforehand." I retorted, closing the car door behind him.

I turned around to find Gerard Argent standing in front of me, curiously. "Is there anything I can do for you Mr. Argent?" I asked politely.

"Chris told me that you were taught to be a hunter by Sam and Dean Winchester. But what he didn't tell me was that you served in the armed forces." Gerard extended his hand.

I took it firmly. "Still serving, sir."

"Call me Gerard." He requested.

"Gerard." I complied as we took a step back and turned towards the funeral service. "I'm sorry for your loss. I only met Kate once, but she didn't deserve to go out like that." I remarked, keeping my face from showing disgust at my knowledge at what she did in the past.

"Chris and I are going out into the woods so he can show me where it happened. I'd be a little more comfortable if we had some more company." Gerard offered politely.

"I'll be there."

Line Break

3rd POV

Scott is chasing an unknown werewolf when the werewolf is caught on a trip wire. Derek appears and hauls him out of sight just before Gerard, Chris, and Chase show up. The omega suspended in the air, blurts out that he was looking for an alpha and heard that there was one in Beacon Hills.

Chris turns to Gerard before grabbing a knife from his belt and stepping towards the struggling werewolf. But his father snatched the knife out of his hands and turned to Chase. "We need to make an example out of this one to the others." Gerard snapped, before pulling a sword from his hip and handing it to Chase. "End it."

Chase took a breath before glancing towards where Scott and Derek were hiding before unsheathing the blade and cutting the werewolf in half at the waist. The omega werewolf cried out in agony before falling silent as his hips dropped to the ground.

Scott is extremely disturbed, but Derek forces him to watch. "This is what hunters do and why you need me, and a pack. The hunters are declaring war on us now."

"What about the code?" Chris asks his father, in shock at seeing Chase cut the werewolf in half.

"No code. Not anymore. From now on these things are just bodies waiting to be cut in half. Because I don't care if they're wounded and weak. Or seemingly harmless, begging for their lives with the promise that they will never ever hurt anyone. Or some desperate, lost soul with no idea what they're getting into. We find them. We kill them. We kill them all." Gerard declared as he looked over the ridge where Scott and Derek were hiding.

Once Gerard had left, Chris turned to Chase. "Why did you follow his request without retort?"

"I've heard about Gerard from the Winchesters, and I know that he is already suspicious about my relationship with your family, since he's never met me before. As much as you may not like his declaration, I can't blame him for it. Yes, Kate needed to be put down, but you can't expect Gerard to take it with a vat of salt, since I know he favored her over you." Chase explained.

"Understood." Chris replied with a nod. "Have you talked with your brother since that night?"

"No, he has made it clear that he wants nothing to do with me. He still can't get over the fact that I didn't tell him what I was, or that Jackson is my beta." Chase remarked with a sigh.

A chirping sound from Chase's pocket brought a grin to his face. "Speak of the devil."

Chris let out a chuckle and waved him off. "Go on home."

Chase nodded before taking off in the direction of his motorcycle at the parking lot in front of the Beacon Hill's Preserve. As he strode up to the forest green Kawasaki Ninja H2R, Chase noticed a heartbeat standing near the bike, recognizing the scent instantly. "I take it that you saw the declaration, little brother."

Scott stepped into the line of sight with a low growl. "You killed him. You killed a werewolf that was looking for Derek."

Chase grabbed the motorcycle helmet off his seat and held it in his hands. "Go home, Scott." He said before starting the engine and hitting the kick stand back into its place and taking off into the night before his brother could say anything more.

When he arrived at his apartment, he could see both Jackson and Callie standing outside the front door, each eyeing one another suspiciously, but staying silent. "Play nice you two." Chase called out playfully as he strode up to them.

Both gave an eye roll at Chase, but let a smile slip as he gave each of them a hug.

"Take a seat and get comfortable. Because I can clearly tell that neither of you exchanged names." Chase remarked, grabbing three water bottles from the fridge to bring back to the couch.

"Jackson, this is a squad mate of mine. And Callie, this is my boyfriend, Jackson." Chase introduced each of them with a warm smile before looking squarely at the woman. "You can crash on the couch for tonight and the next few until you find a place."

With that said, he took Jackson by the hand and pulled him into the bedroom, kicking the door shut with his foot before throwing Jackson onto the bed with a chuckle.

Chase POV

"Why did you let the others believe that you were dead?" I asked Callie after Jackson had to leave for school the next morning.

"After the mortar hit my convoy, I was grabbed by a group of insurgents. Except these weren't the normal ones we were used to dealing with. They flew me back to the States less than a day after I was taken. But before I had a chance to escape, I was sedated and brought to a warehouse somewhere in Minnesota. I don't remember who they were or what they wanted, but they were a group of omega werewolves that were looking for an alpha." Callie started to explain slowly.

"When I got there, there was a rival werewolf pack there and both packs fought while I was forced to watch out of fear. The rival pack won and I was turned by their alpha as a war prize. It took me a while, but I was able to work my way up the totem pole and find a way to travel across the country when I heard that you were home." Callie explained with a sigh.

"And now you are here to join my pack." I finished with a nod. "I would never turn you away Callie. You know that I would take a bullet for you."

Callie nodded back, wiping away a tear from her face. "I wish I could say that was all."

"What's going on?" I asked curiously.

"I ran into a hunting group that was already on their way here. The Calaveras were invited here once Gerard Argent found out that a draconic hybrid killed his favorite child, here in Beacon Hills. I'm assuming that was you." Callie informed with a knowing look.

"I guess…alright, I have run into the Calaveras a couple of times when I was with another hunting duo of brothers." I replied with a forced nod. "I'm surprised that they remembered me."

"Anyways, they won't get into town for another two days. But I thought you should know that way the others would be informed of the incoming hunters." Callie trailed off, her stomach growling.

"Hungry?" I teased.

"Very." She responded.

Line Break

A little while later, Callie and I went over to find Isaac, Erica, and Derek training in the underground storeroom.

Although the gymnastics are looking pretty, both Isaac and Erica continually get slammed into the ground by Derek, who isn't impressed with them. And Boyd is watching from the side with concern clearly showing on his face.

Frustrated, Derek asks if any of them will do anything that isn't completely predictable and Erica gets up and kisses him aggressively in response. Derek plays along for a few seconds before throwing her to the ground. Isaac whines about needing to heal and Derek snaps his forearm knowing that it will heal eventually, ignoring the cry of pain.

I held back a growl at the injured cry of a beta, but didn't show myself. I had everything I needed to find out. Derek might think that he's doing a good job as an alpha, but he isn't.

3rd POV

"What happened to him?" Derek hissed as he carried the still-unconscious beta into the abandoned warehouse that they were currently residing in. Isaac and Erica had picked a fight with the draconic alpha back at the school when Chase helped Scott and his friends get Lydia away from Derek's.

"He picked a fight with Scott's brother." Erica said, unknowingly making Derek freeze in his motions for a few seconds before looking up at his beta in shock.

"Chase?" He asked, almost seeming to be scared once he repeated the name.

"Yeah…wait what's wrong?" Erica asked tilting her head in confusion.

"Did this happen outside of school?" Derek hurriedly asked, taking a quick look around their surroundings before looking at Erica.

She only nodded in confusion as a response before looking at him differently. "You know him?"

"Oh yes he does." A voice to their left sounded out, making the both of them face that way, surprised that neither of them could sense his approach. There he was, standing at the entrance to the warehouse, arms crossed and a bored expression on his face.

"Why are you here, Chase?" Derek growled, getting up and glaring at the person in front of him.

"I could ask you the exact same question." He replied, making the older male look at him in confusion at the remark.

"You're not welcome among my pack." Derek firmly stated.

"But you are going to need all of the help you can get for what's about to come."

"What's coming?" Erica asked.

"All in due time, beta. You need to be focused on the matter at hand." Chase informed.

"What do you know about what's happening in Beacon Hills?" Derek changed the subject, un-crossing his arms, but still glaring at the alpha in front of him.

"Gerard Argent is in town, and he's called off the family code. But I'm fairly sure that you already know." He trailed off, taking in Derek's nod, before continuing. "There also seems to be several werewolves crawling around the town, killing people left and right. And while you seem to think that one of them is Lydia Martin. We have another problem." Chase informed.

Derek narrowed his eyes at the remark but chose not to speak.

"The Calaveras will be in town in two days."

A/N: Okay so I know that I've been gone for a while. Everything has kinda gone to shit and I lost motivation to keep going with my stories. I have finished this story and will make an effort to post the rest of the chapters, just be patient with me.

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