Two Pack II: Teen Wolf Season Four

by lordtrayus

The Nogitsune is gone, Scott and Isaac are back together, and Stiles has gone back to normal. But, rather than deal with the grief of losing Allison, Scott's pack has to contend with Derek's imprisonment, former foes of the twins trying to settle scores, and taming Malia. But worst of all is a new enemy coming to town, bringing with them an old friend who could destroy them all...

46. Episode 12: Wildfire Part 1

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf

Two-Pack II

With their Alpha in the lead, the pack swept into the steel mill, right into Agravaine's inner sanctum. It was clear that the dog was going for a rather insidious aesthetic, having taken the steel mill as his home, the whole building dark and disused, webs hanging in the rafters, the very shadows seeming alive as they walked inwards. However, in the centre of the room, the mill wasn't nearly so dark, as this was where the Gwyllgi held court, it showed signs of habitation, the detritus of a pack of rough sleepers lying around. On a raised platform, a twisted throne made from molten metal was standing in the centre of the dais, and on it lounged Agravaine.

The dog smiled darkly as Scott approached, his yellow, poisonous eyes dancing with malice as they approached. He could smell the pain, the fire, immolating Scott from within, the certainty of his death hanging above the young and so misguided Alpha. Scott's eyes glowed red once more, however, which pleasantly surprised Agravaine, that meant he was going to get his money's worth while confronting the boy and his pack. Agravaine was sprawled, his black jean clad legs hanging over the arms of his so-called throne, his long black trench coat surrounding him and his black curly hair an elaborate mess. His yellow eyes fixed hungrily on Scott, savouring the slowness of his movements, smiling a little as the boy shuddered with pain, wrapped in his leather jacket and looking like death warmed up as he approached the dogs.

Thane was standing behind his master, flexing his fingers threateningly, his bare arms exposed to the air and his bulletproof vest surrounding a burly body. He growled, his eyes glowing white as the wolf pack approached, glaring at Isaac as the blond stood loyally beside his boyfriend, clad in a grey and black cardigan around a black tshirt and jeans, wanting nothing more than to rip the throat out of his opposite number.

Stiles stood on the dais behind Agravaine, on his other side, his hair a mess, clad in a long sleeved red tshirt and a grey hoody. He was outfitted with his gauntlets, and he had a sword hanging at his waist. Derek, clad only in black clothes, glowered at him venomously as the pack neared Agravaine's throne.

Eoghan and Ciara were to each side of Agravaine, acting like a pair of bodyguards, their black eyes glowing maliciously, growling a challenge, which Malia was more than happy to meet with one of her own.

Bonnie stood off to the side, away from the others, her eyes glowing blue, wrapped in a red crossover jumper, but her eyes weren't angry, instead, they were calculating, watching everything, though her eyes flitted briefly to Melissa, and gave her the slightest of nods of respect as she saw the other woman.

Lastly, the two brothers were the closest to the edge of the dais, with Malakai giving a nasty, vicious sounding growl, his muscles rippling and showing off his tally marks tattooed on his arms, his tank top near bursting, his hair a mess, growling tauntingly at Aiden. Rhyley stood a little behind him, also growling at Ethan, but his was more of a warning growl, his more wiry form hunched in anticipation of battle.

Behind the dais, the four remaining most effective revenants awaited: Allison, Erica, Boyd and Matt, all of them glaring menacingly at the pack, the pack's hearts filling with emotion as they beheld them (well, not in Matt's case, except for anger).

"Well Scott, still alive I see. I must confess, I didn't expect to see so many of you here." Agravaine purred as Scott strode forward, the young Alpha's eyes glowing red as he did so, a small smile playing on Scott's face as he did so.

"Yeah, I know. Last chance Agravaine: fix what you did to me and Jackson, take your pack, and get the hell out of my town. Otherwise, I'll wipe out your entire pack." He growled boldly, and his own pack looked at the sheer authority with which he spoke with awe, and in some cases, with glee.

Isaac's eyes met Stiles for a second, and both of them suppressed a grin as Agravaine lounged in his chair as Scott's words sank in, then threw his head back in laughter, the mocking, chilling sound reverberating throughout the steel mill.

"Oh that is precious my dear Scott…unless you missed the memo, boy, you're dying. Hollis is dying. I've won, I've ripped apart your entire pack, or at least, I thought I had," Agravaine hissed, his yellow eyes flitting over Scott's assembled pack members, "and I hold all the cards. You're not really in a position to be giving me ultimatums, in fact, you should be surrendering to me on bended knee!" he bellowed angrily, twirling and sitting up properly, and Scott, despite how weak he felt, stood tall, and glared at the Gwyllgi who had caused so much damage.

"Nope. No surrender, no you winning, no nothing. Last chance, fix everything, leave town and never come back, or I'll rip your pack apart the same way you did mine." Scott whispered confidently, the entire room hanging onto his every word, and Agravaine looked at the teenager, flabbergasted, perhaps his Baleful Breath had addled the boys mind?

"Um, Scott?" Derek whispered worriedly, but after a pointed look from Melissa, he went quiet, there was more to this, there had to be, Scott wasn't crazy, well, they didn't think so anyway.

"The nerve, tell me Scott, has my attack on you so overwhelmed you that you have taken leave of your senses? As I seem to recall, I'm the one with all the cards here, your pack ripped itself apart, the dead are rising, you, Jackson and Hollis are all dying, and I have your precious Stiles," Agravaine purred, gesturing malevolently to Stiles who gulped behind the leader of the dog pack, "from where I'm sitting, all I have to do is bide my time until my fire overwhelms you, a happy time that gets closer by the minute, and then I'll have won, once and for all!" he spat, but there was a little fear in his voice, Scott was standing there, calm and confident despite his impending doom, he was clearly planning something and it was rather unsettling that the boy seemed so unfazed, there was nothing he could do, so why was Agravaine so worried?

Scott sighed a little, but nodded, accepting what was about to happen. He'd known it would come to this, to a final showdown, but he had hoped that more blood wouldn't have to be spilled, but he didn't have any choice. He started to pace along the floor, his pack behind him, while Agravaine's packs' eyes were fixed on him, as though waiting for him to make a move. Scott could feel the power he got from his pack, the strength they afforded him, he also could feel the odd but strangely comforting presence of the Nemeton in the back of his mind, it was time to take back all his power, and finish this once and for all.

And he couldn't deny, even though he knew and resented what was about to happen, part of him was really looking forward to bringing Agravaine down and knocking that smug, arrogant smile off his face once and for all.

"Not yet you haven't. I'm going to stop you." Scott promised, the confident tone he was striking amusing his own pack, and also slightly unsettling Agravaine and his own pack, what had the boy so confident that he believed he was the one in charge here?

"Indeed? And how do you plan to do that? After all, your pack is barely holding together, thanks to my efforts, and as I demonstrated you when I so easily humbled you before, an Alpha without the support of his pack is nothing. Your pack has returned to you out of pity, nothing more," Agravaine taunted malevolently, his hypnotic voice getting to work on Scott and his pack, his eyes dancing maliciously, "and after I once again demonstrate my superior power, the power I've accrued by breaking down and destroying you, they will all die." He vowed in a dark whisper, and Scott smirked a little, holding up a finger as though to concede Agravaine had a point.

"See, that's the thing. For the record, my pack has came back because I talked to them, because I want to fix everything that went wrong. And see, that's what got me thinking. When I was lying in the hospital, I kept asking myself how a dog from out of town, no matter what else he had done, Nemeton, Mason aside, was able to rip my pack apart so easily. How my pack, all of whom care about each other, was able to disintegrate so easily after a few bad encounters with you. After all, we've had our asses kicked before, you, you were different somehow. How were you able to do it?" Scott mused, and he noticed with smug satisfaction that his pack were watching him, riveted, time to reveal to them the true big bad behind all this.

Agravaine leaned back in his chair, a small smile playing on his lips. He had been found out, and while he didn't necessarily like that aspect, he was rather pleased that Scott had twigged, clever boy, clearly they'd underestimated him. Especially since beside him, Stiles looked slightly proud of Scott despite himself, yes, this was shaping up to be rather a thrilling finale to the whole affair.

"See, I got to wondering. When did my pack start to disintegrate? Truth be told, it started when Allison died, and after the Nogitsune. Nothing was the same after that," he admitted sadly, and his voice wavered, and he began to cough, spitting black blood onto the floor as he did so (Malakai moved as though to jump on him, but Agravaine held up a hand to sate him, he was curious to see where Scott was going with this), "but then you turned up, and yeah, you didn't help. The corruption of the Nemeton, psychological warfare," Scott growled, recovering and gesturing to the revenants, and Allison and the wolves avoided his gaze, "beating us all the time, Mason…but see, it started before that. We started to disintegrate not long after you really showed up. But you couldn't have done that, you were the big, flashy bit, the bit overwhelming us, the bit keeping us so busy we didn't have a chance to stop, and to think. But you weren't what was ripping us apart, no, that was much more subtle, much more insidious, so perfectly done that nobody, not even the person who would know best, would notice until it was too late. And that was how it happened wasn't it…Peter?" Scott called, and his pack turned to look at him in shock.

A dark chuckle came from the shadows and the entire pack, other than the ones who had already been informed of Peter's role in the whole affair, turned to look at him in shock as he emerged from the darkness.

"Wait, what?" Derek demanded, rage boiling his blood as it all started to click into place, Malia was growling furiously, Argent had levelled his gun at Peter as he emerged to face Scott at the foot of the dais.

"Haven't you figured it out yet Derek? Your dear old uncle is behind all of it, has been from the beginning. Haven't you Peter?" Scott shot at the Omega, who gave a little snide laugh and applauded Scott mockingly, glaring at the young Alpha.

"Well, well, well, looks like he figured it out. Our little Scott." He purred, his voice a mere whisper but everyone was silent as they watched as Scott glared at the man who had changed his life forever.

"Yeah, I figured it all out Peter." Scott told him as he started to pace in a circle around Peter, and the older wolf also started to pace, the two of them moving in a circle, always keeping the other in his sights.

The dogs, revenants and Stiles were watching, riveted. The pack formed a sort of semicircle, enclosing the two of them, essentially locking them into an arena, all of their eyes on Scott and Peter as they sized each other up.

"See, when I was lying in hospital, it occurred to me that this all really started when Jackson turned up. But even with Jackson, the dogs were far more effective than they should have been. I know Jackson told them stuff while they tortured him, that wasn't his fault," Scott admitted, and Jackson sent a surprised but thankful look at his Alpha, "but, I couldn't quite figure it all out. Jackson knew stuff about some of us, sure, but not enough to completely undermine us the way we were. That didn't make sense at the time, all I knew was Jackson had turned up and was being his usual self. Things didn't really start going wrong until you got involved, when you told us that Malia was your daughter. See, I wondered at the time why you took so much pleasure in telling her that, I just couldn't see your angle at the time. But that was it wasn't it? You weaponised your daughter, destroyed poor Malia, to cause trouble for the pack. You knew it would cause trouble, especially for her. And that was when it really started.

That's what you've been doing all this time. Lydia, Malia and Jackson. The three members of my pack, my friends, who you could use to rip apart the pack. I mean you got lucky," he sniffed, counting down the seconds until he could rip that smug smirk off Peter's face, "I don't think you'd have gotten so far had it not been for losing Allison and Stiles being possessed by the Nogitsune. You're good, I'll give you that." Scott admitted begrudgingly, and Peter allowed himself a small smirk, his black polo shirt and jacket helping him meld with the shadows every time he passed into them.

"Thank you Scott, one does so appreciate recognition for one's own hard work." He taunted, and Scott allowed himself a small warning growl as his furious pack twitched behind him, they wanted to rip Peter apart, but no, this time, dying though he might be, he had to do it himself.

"You've been planning this for months. Ever since that night with Jennifer, in the hospital, the night you found out that I was the True Alpha. You couldn't stand the thought of your weak, pathetic, idiotic Beta being better than you," Scott taunted, his claws starting to grow ever so slightly from his hands as the two continued to circle each other, "couldn't stand the fact that this boy, so obsessed with his girlfriend, who wanted to save people instead of kill them, was the Alpha, and not you. So you set about, scheming, to bring me down and to take back the power of the Alpha, the power that you see as yours."

Peter snarled angrily, and Scott's pack twitched, but a look from Isaac and Derek stilled them all.

"It is my power! It's always been my power, my family's power, and you, such an idiotic, naïve self-righteous and overly noble little prat, are nothing more than a usurper, that power is mine, it has always been mine!" he thundered, and this time it was Scott who grinned smugly, his claws inching steadily more into being.

"Yeah, your family's power. The power Derek had. See, you wanted to kill me and make sure you took back the Alpha power from me, but that meant you had to stop Derek being the Alpha. Thank god Jennifer poisoned Cora. From there, it was child's play for you to manipulate Derek into giving up his power, his Alpha spark. And then, with Derek out the way, I was now the only Alpha in town, the one you wanted dead the most, and would stop at nothing to destroy.

I became the Alpha and you continued to conspire to bring me down. You avoided most of the Nogitsune crisis, and you weren't even here when Allison was killed. That's because you were in London," Scott informed them, his pack now growling menacingly, clearly wanting nothing more than to tear Peter asunder, "you went looking for Jackson. Jackson, who's very nature would lead to trouble for my pack. Your plan was to find Jackson and basically bring him home, and rely on Jackson to do the rest naturally. But Agravaine had beaten you to it, he already had Jackson. So, because your knowledge was more up to date than Jackson's, the two of you worked together to destroy me. You were gone for months…which gave you the time you needed. Not just to get Agravaine up to speed and to bring Jackson home, your unwitting little pawn. No, because you spent the rest of your time in the UK hunting down and killing Prime Beta's, didn't you?" he asked, and Peter's eyes widened in shock, and Scott smirked, yeah, he hadn't expected Scott to know that.

Argent had told them about what Maggie had told him when he had met them for their confrontation with the Owlman.

"Clever boy. Yes, I did kill them, I killed them all, and took their power. Same as I did with Jennifer, I finished her off, because once again Scott, you failed to." He taunted, though there was a begrudging glimmer of respect in his voice as he did so.

"You killed those Prime Betas to amass the power you need to kill me. You killed the second most powerful wolves in several packs, assimilating their power, just like you did with Jennifer," Scott explained, though he didn't exactly relish the news that Peter had also taken Jennifer's raw power, he could do without that, "but you wouldn't go after the Alphas. No, because I'm the Alpha you want to kill. You've been killing Betas to get more power so you can finally confront me, and take back what I've usurped from you. Isn't that right?" Scott challenged, and Peter gave a guttural laugh, and Scott noted with some disdain that his fangs were starting to grow, it was getting closer now.

"Correct Scott."

"And then, you returned here. You had the fallout of the Nogitsune, Allison's death and Aiden's near death all to play with. You had Jackson, arrogant, obnoxious Jackson, who would start causing dissent in my pack simply be being here. You had your daughter, who you could use to drive a wedge between us. You also had that weird creepy bond of yours with Lydia, to try and split her from us. You lucked out though, Martagh arrived, and meant you couldn't do as much damage with Lydia, but the arrival of the Pombero more than made up for that. You're good, but you got lucky. And then the dogs arrived, and started causing complete chaos, and then you found the thing you truly needed: Stiles.

Stiles, so broken after what he did when he was possessed, and you had the weapons you needed to rip us all apart. The fallout from everything with the Nogitsune, my pack having endured so much in such a short space of time. You had the dogs coming, killing, causing chaos, beating us constantly, and corrupting the Nemeton, weakening us, weakening me, even more. Jackson just being himself, whittling away at my power. Splitting Malia from us, exploiting her for your own gain. Using my refusal to kill as a weapon against me. And of course Stiles, my best friend, who betrayed me," Scott whispered, his voice shaking with emotion, and Stiles looked down in shame, while on the other side of the room, Isaac worked hard to suppress a grin lest they figure out it was all an act now that Scott knew the truth, "you had it all. Derek was even in prison, even better, because he was the one person who might have figured out what you were up to before it was too late, but he couldn't.

So, with your unwitting pawns in place, and the dogs distracting us, wearing us down, weakening us, you made your move. It wasn't obvious, it wasn't even consistent. No, it was just a snide little comment here and there, an observation, a criticism, so quiet, and so easily overlooked. A little whisper in each of their ears, and as things got worse, their imaginations did the rest, their fears, their anxieties, aided and abetted by the dogs, by the corruption, by Agravaine. You talked with all of my pack, well, all the ones you knew you could get somewhere with.

You wouldn't try with Derek, he knows you too well, he'd figure you were up to something. Kira and the kids are too new, you don't know them well enough to manipulate them. And Isaac is always with me, so you couldn't get to him either. But everyone else, you got inside their heads, twisting the knife, whispering in their ears, and manipulating them into slowly but surely turning against me as the war with dogs got worse."

The room was so silent, you could hear a mouse sneeze. Agravaine and his pack watched with fascination as the pack realised how thoroughly the evil, scheming, backstabbing bastard had manipulated them, played on their fears, their anxieties, exploiting everything that had happened before and during the war with the dogs, and using them as his weapons to bring Scott down so he could retake the power of the Alpha.

"You evil bastard, you used us all, you used me!" Malia thundered, straining to get to him, wanting to rip his throat out with her teeth, but Argent laid a hand on her shoulder and shook his head grimly, glaring at Peter.

"No Malia. I know what he's done. But this, this is Scott's fight." He told her sagely, and her glowing blue eyes turned to Scott, who nodded grimly as he glared at Peter, his eyes now starting to glow red.

"You manipulated us, you turned us against Scott!" Aiden bellowed, his own eyes glowing blue and Ethan roared in challenge, but a sharp look from Isaac stayed them, they wanted to kill him themselves, but they were right, this was Scott's battle.

"He used all of us, and me in particular. You evil piece of shit!" Jackson snarled, to which Danny nodded fervently, his primed arrow aimed right between Peter's eyes.

"I should have known that you were somehow involved in all this." Derek spat, his own eyes glowing menacingly, cracking his knuckles, and Peter began to chuckle at the show of solidarity with their Alpha.

"Scott, I'm so sorry, he manipulated all of us, we didn't even realise, can you ever forgive us?" Lydia asked, horrified as to how easily she had been played, and Scott flashed her a small smile.

"Eventually," he teased, "but it's not your fault. He's good, damn good. He played us all, expertly, from the beginning. But it's over now." He promised as he continued to circle Peter, who was now nearly to the foot of the dais' stairs.

Any second now…

"Why didn't you tell us, that he was behind it?" Ethan asked, and Scott flashed him a consoling look.

"I had to win you back on my own terms, not just for revenge against him. And I did. I've got my pack back Peter, despite your best efforts. It's over." Scott snarled defiantly, and his claws grew to full length as the room went deathly silent, and the dogs were getting agitated, and to her horror, Lydia felt a rising sense of impending doom: someone was about to die.

Peter then threw back his head and laughed, applauding Scott.

"Bravo Scott! You figured it all out, quite the Columbo aren't we? Sorry sweetheart," Peter said to Malia tauntingly, and she had to be restrained by her Argent and Derek, "but you were just means to an end. And now, I've got you right where I want you." Peter told Scott, coming to a stop right at the bottom of the dais, while Scott stood in front of his assembled pack, and Scott growled, his eyes glowing red.

"You've murdered a dozen werewolves, killed Jennifer, manipulated my pack into imploding, and got Agravaine to poison me, all so you can be the Alpha again. Why do you need so much power Peter? If I'm so weak, why do you need so much power to stop me, especially when I'm already dying? Or is it because you're nothing more than a weak, power hungry, Omega?" Scott sneered, and Peter's eyes widened in fury as his fangs grew, his face transforming into a more monstrous visage than that of a normal werewolf.

"You don't deserve to be an Alpha Scott! You're a usurper, and you stole my power! It was always my power, and instead it's been usurped by a naïve incorruptible child! You don't deserve your power," he hissed, his voice taking on a menacing and monstrous otherworldly quality, claws growing from his hands as his eyes shone bright blue in the dark steel mill, "you don't deserve the power that is rightfully mine! I am the Alpha…I have always been the Alpha!" he bellowed, roaring, the entire steel mill shaking as he did so as their audience tensed up behind the two combatants.

"The Alpha?" Scott challenged, and he too changed, his face darkening, claws extending in length, fangs sprouting in his mouth, "you manipulated everything so you could have a chance at becoming the Alpha again. You've even had me poisoned and stolen all this power just so you have a chance to destroy me, I'm dying, now's your chance to take my power, to become the Alpha, to take the power you don't think I deserve. See, that's where I was going wrong, I was resisting being the Alpha," he admitted, his voice also taking on a different quality, but this wasn't monstrous like Peter's, his was still deep and otherworldly, but he sounded like ancient power finally given form, "but not anymore. You're not the Alpha. I am the Alpha, and you're nothing more than an Omega with an inferiority complex and delusions of grandeur! I am the Alpha!" Scott roared, the entire building shaking and sheer power rushed through him and his pack as he demonstrated his challenge to Peter, who breathed furiously as he beheld the Alpha of Beacon Hills.

"My bite changed your life Scott!" he crowed, as Scott glared at him, but there was something about those glowing red eyes that looked so different from most other Alphas, in fact, they were more akin to Talia's, bespeaking of a power so terrible than when it was truly unleashed, it was a sight to behold…bah!

He was nothing but an untrained boy, he had been planning this for months, he had planned everything to the letter, and now he finally had the boy in his grasp, his power would once more be his!

"And now my bite, will end it." He vowed, his fangs thick in his mouth, and Scott met his gaze evenly, and for someone who was dying, he reared himself up to his full height, standing impressively in front of his pack.

"So end it, Omega. But I swear Peter…this is the last time we'll ever face each other." Scott vowed, and Peter laughed, the dark chuckle chilling the spectators through to the bone.

"Oh yes Scott, I think we can agree on that!" Peter thundered, and with a final savage roar, he sprang through the air, claws and fangs flashing as he went for Scott's throat.

Scott gave a bellowing, echoing roar, and the Alpha leapt towards the Omega who had destroyed his life, claws and fangs primed as the showdown finally began.

XX

Melody grunted irritably as she adjusted her wig, fluttering up above the steel mill as she did so. She and Luana were both out in force tonight, aiding and abetting the various defenders of the town in their battle gear. Melody had cut a bloody swathe through the whists and revenants heading towards the police station, while she had sent Luana to go and assist at the hospital. Now, several severed spinal columns and decapitated revenants later, she was finally at the steel mill. Brushing some of the detritus of a particularly large whist off her currently black and gossamer like wings, she got into position, fluttering above the steel mill as she watched Peter and Scott circling each other, preparing to pounce.

She was so glad that there was still some hope for the pack, and she couldn't deny, she was rather looking forward to watching Scott and Peter duke it out, it could well be the grudge match of the century…

Hello, what have we here?

Flapping his wings tiredly, the Owlman finally reached the same altitude as she was, clearly having been struggling upward for a while. He looked old, shrunken and above all, tired, no wonder he didn't have long left.

"Who are you?" he challenged, however his voice warbled a little, sounding like creaking floorboards rather than the menacing Owlman, and she raised a hand peacefully.

"An interested party, that's all. So, who's side are you on in this powerful little human drama?" she asked conversationally as the two of them hovered above the steel mill, and he gave her a nasty little smile.

"The side that'll get me my revenge on that damned dog." He replied, and she nodded, interesting, Scott had managed to convince even the Owlman to sign up with his pack.

"So you plan to survive this then?" she asked, a bit mystified as to how he intended to do so, and he snorted derisively.

"My race is run girl. But, there's something about that boy, that makes me think he might just be able to pull it off and stop that accursed creature once and for all." He said gleefully, and she looked at him curiously.

"So you came here knowing you're going to die?" she asked, and he nodded, his amber eyes sorrowful as he turned them to face her.

"I was always going to die here child, I've lived a long and mostly fruitless life, trying to stop Agravaine. I've only managed to make things worse, but the boy, well, he has a plan, and I'm willing to go along with it, if it means I can give Agravaine some measure of the pain he's caused me all my life. If that happens, and I can warm a seat for Agravaine in hell, then so be it. I do have one last request though." He told her hesitantly, and she arced an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, what's that?" she asked, and he gave her a small, avian smile.

"Well it's clear you're also gearing up to intervene down there," he said, as Scott and Peter stopped pacing and were now glaring at each other, any second now…"but if it isn't too much trouble, could you allow me my own epic entrance first? My last one, and all?" he asked hopefully, and Melody was so taken aback by the unusual request that she laughed.

"Of course, who am I to deny a man's final, dying wish? Die well Owlman," she said kindly, fluttering over to him, and laying a hand on his shoulder, "and I hope you find some measure of peace." She told him softly, and the Owlman gave her a grateful nod and raised a scaly hand to squeeze hers as the two fluttered above the duel that had now erupted beneath them in companionable silence.

XX

Scott roared as he swiped at Peter, knocking the Omega from the air. Peter landed and rolled back to his feet gracefully, roaring in challenge as the two wolves fought it out. Scott was all over the place, despite his ailing health, it was clear that he was implementing everything that Martagh had taught him since her arrival in order to push Peter back. His claws were like lightning as he danced around Peter, Peter snarling in obvious fury as he tried to land a hit on the young Alpha.

Scott pounced on Peter from behind, crashing a foot into the small of Peter's back. Peter roared in pain, stumbling to the ground and turning, slicing up with his claws, ripping deep into Scott's side as he did so. Scott roared in agony, Peter's mocking laugh filling his ears as Peter drove his claws deeper into his body. Scott roared, focusing past the pain, and then slammed his head into Peter's transformed face, the wolf yelping in pain as he smashed into him. As Peter staggered back, Scott struck like a viper, rolling to the ground and slicing upwards with his claws, cutting deeply into Peter's knees, dropping the Omega to the ground. Scott then span to gain momentum, crashing his fist into the bottom of Peter's jaw, throwing him hurtling through the air.

Peter slammed back into the ground with enough force that it cracked it, before jumping up before Scott could finish closing the gap, seizing Scott by the neck and squeezing hard. Scott gurgled, gasping for air, and he could see the triumphant expression on Peter's face, feeling he had won. Scott, eyes watering, then angled his head, and plunged his fangs into Peter's hand. Peter roared in fury as he cast Scott away, Scott spitting Peter's blood and skin from his mouth as he waited for Peter to make the next move.

Both packs were watching, riveted by the display. Peter surged forwards and Scott was thrown onto the defensive as they watched, raising his forearms to block every one of Peter's strikes, Peter becoming increasingly furious, and as a result, ever more erratic in his actions. Scott then acted, exploiting a hole in his defence and crashing his foot into Peter's ribs, Peter staggering back as his bones buckled under the impact.

"We should do something!" Liam said anxiously, standing beside Isaac, but Isaac shook his head, restraining the younger boy with a light touch on his arm.

"No, he has to do this himself." He said matter-of-factly, he didn't like it, but he did understand it.

"Scott," Melissa called, currently crushing John's hand in alarm with her own while keeping a gun trained on the dogs, "I think I speak for all of us when I say, kick his ass!"

Peter span as Scott closed, Scott crying out in pain as his claws savaged into him. As Scott reeled from the attack, bleeding once again from his side, Peter made a move, stabbing his claws into Scott, just below Scott's ribs, his teeth glinting as he prepared to bite down on the back of his former Beta's head. Scott, doubled over in agony, then slashed, and Peter screamed as Scott scored a direct hit, blood pouring down his legs and Peter roared in a thunderous rage, exacerbated by Scott's smug smirk.

"Come on Scott!" he spat, leaping at Scott, who danced out the way, his foot striking out and catching Peter in the back of the knee.

Peter dropped to his knees, his momentum crippled, and Scott stabbed his claws into his back. Peter turned, and Scott screamed in agony as Peter ripped his claws into Scott's face. Scott staggered back, and Peter sensed his time had come. He got to his feet, backhanding Scott and sending him spiralling to the floor.

"You're dying Scott! And the only way you'll stop me is to kill me, and you won't do that, will you? You're weak," he spat, lifting Scott's head and crashing it into the ground, leaving Scott choking on his own blood, "and you don't deserve the power you stole from me!"

Scott struggled to get back to his feet, but Peter stomped onto his back, feeling the heat of Scott's immolating insides coming from beneath his boot. Scott cried out in pain, trying to get away, but Peter increased the pressure, he could feel his spine starting to buckle…wait, that was it!

With a burst of effort, Scott threw Peter off his back, sending his foe crashing to the ground in a heap. Scott turned, kicking Peter in the chin as he tried to regain his lost footing, the other wolf sprawling as he crashed back down to earth. Scott swung his claws right for Peter's face, but Peter had learned his own lesson, and bit down on Scott's hand. Scott growled in annoyance, allowing Peter to leap back to his feet before closing the distance between them.

Peter came at him, hard and fast, their spectators all watching with bated breath as Peter rained blow after blow onto Scott. However, none of them actually hit their mark. Scott's forearms were immovable, blocking Peter's attacks, and he could tell from the increasingly crazy look in his eyes that Peter was getting angrier and angrier. Time to show the smug, power-hungry, overzealously ambitious dickhead what a True Alpha was really like. To everyone else, Scott was basically just a blur, his power shimmering around him as Peter tried to push his advantage home, but Scott dodged or blocked every single one of his moves. Peter's snarls were becoming more and more feral, determined to retake his power, and he reared his claws back, preparing to cleave Scott's head from his shoulders, his claws swung, Lydia screamed in alarm…

And Peter then shrieked in agony as Scott caught his hand before the blow could land, crushing it in his grip, the shattering of numerous bones echoing around the room. Scott growled in satisfaction, as Peter buckled to his knees, bound by Scott's vicelike grip, and Scott crashed his knee into Peter's face, his opponent crashing back down to the ground, snarling in pain as he scrambled to regain his lost ground as Scott advanced upon him, power shimmering around him like a heatwave, his eyes vivid red as he closed in on the man who had begun all of this.

"You could have finished this already Scott," Peter spat, though Scott's pack was delighted to hear the sound of increasing angry desperation in his voice due to the fact that Scott still wasn't dead, "it just proves, I was right! You don't have what it takes to be an Alpha, to fight like an Alpha!"

Scott raised his head slowly, his eyes seeming to glow brighter with each passing second, and it was then that his pack realised: it was over.

A surge of unfathomable, ancient power coursed through them as Scott advanced with methodical precision towards Peter, who's face fell, and suddenly it also began to dawn on him that he had failed, all over again.

"You want me to fight like an Alpha?" Scott asked softly, however there was a supernatural quality to his voice as he advanced towards Peter, who was rapidly trying to back peddle away from him, "fine, Omega. I'll fight like an Alpha. Like the True Alpha. See, that's where you're wrong about all of this Peter, I might not be your version of an Alpha…but I'll never be a monster!" he roared and sprang across to Peter.

Peter barely had time to react before Scott grabbed him and threw him bodily across the room, crashing him into one of the mill's foundation pillars with a resounding crack. Peter gasped in agony, trying to regain his breath, but he couldn't, as Scott was suddenly there. With a savage war cry, Scott pummelled Peter in the stomach with his fists. Peter wheezed and groaned as Scott punched him time and again in the stomach, before changing to his face. Peter screamed in pain as his skull crunched further and further into the dirt as Scott gained the upper hand. The sheer power coming from Scott, his power, it was so close, he could almost taste it…! Or was that blood he was tasting?

Scott then grabbed Peter's leg, hoisting Peter's screaming form into the air and over his back and ploughing him into the ground. He then repeated the movement in the opposite direction, Peter shrieking in disbelief as he did so, being slammed around like a caveman's hammer and after Scott slammed him into the ground once again, he lifted and threw him hurtling through the air across the room, and as Peter crunched in a broken, mangled mess into the ground, Scott was there, somersaulting across the room and puncturing his claws deep into Peter's body, lifting the bloodied Omega into the air with his claws beneath his ribs, and then, holding Peter up with one outstretched hand, he removed the other from Peter's body and fastened a death grip around Peter's neck, Peter kicking impotently, trying and failing to bite or claw Scott in order to free himself, and his face fell open in horror as he realised that Scott, that Scott, this little, talentless, overly noble little child, was beating him!

How, how could this be happening, he had done everything, perfected everything, ripped apart his friends, taken the power of the other Betas, taken Jennifer's power, had Agravaine poison him, corrupt his power source, how was he doing this!?

"See Peter…you've killed Jennifer, murdered twelve innocent Prime Betas, had me poisoned, corrupted the Nemeton, and ripped my pack apart…and yet, here we are. Me, the True Alpha, standing victorious, and you writhing at my mercy," Scott breathed in a vicious hiss as Peter snarled in impotent rage, "you still can't beat me. I'm not the usurper here, Peter, you are. Your power is mine now," Scott hissed, his voice dripping with pure, unadulterated power, "I am the True Alpha, the True Alpha of Beacon Hills. This is my town, and they, they are my pack. And at the end of the day Peter, you're nothing more than a rank, arrogant amateur, with delusions of grandeur and penis envy, a worthless, lowlife, murdering, treacherous, arrogant, pathetic Omega!" Scott bellowed, and Peter roared, apoplectic with rage as he tried to get out of Scott's grip but Scott held firm.

"AGH! Kill me then! It's the only you'll ever stop me!" Peter screamed, hardly able to believe this, this was impossible, but he wasn't beaten, not quite yet…

"No. I've got something better in mind for you." Scott sneered menacingly, and lifted Peter high above his head, and grabbed his frantically kicking legs with his spare hand, and Peter realised what the young Alpha was going to do, and the very thought filled him with terror, no, he couldn't go back to being like that, not again, no, he couldn't, he wouldn't!

"Scott, no, please, I'll, I'll leave town, I'll never…" Peter screamed, not meaning a word of it naturally, but he couldn't go back to living, no, existing like that, he couldn't, wouldn't, this couldn't be happening, how had he beaten him!?

And Scott then raised Peter high above his head, both arms extended straight, and with a final, savage burst of power, he bent Peter backwards, against the curve of his spine, and Peter gave a room shaking scream of agony as his back was ruptured in two with a deafening crack, fire burning up his crippled body, as Scott then turned, roaring defiantly, and threw Peter's screaming, writhing, broken body into the ground with such force it created a crater of rubble that fell around the crippled werewolf.

Silence reigned before Scott's pack either cheered or roared in approval as they savoured seeing Peter's twitching, broken form inside the crater of rubble. Stiles briefly caught Scott's eye, and gave him a very quick but subtle wink, and as Scott looked around, he saw his mother nodding in fierce approval, Chris shaking his head in amused disbelief, Martagh giving him a proud and respectful nod, John nodding at Scott proudly, Camden and Kaisha applauding a little, Isaac's wide and delighted smile, Liam's look of impressed awe, Derek and Malia's smug grins, the twins whistling in approval, even Jackson and Danny were smiling proudly. Scott breathed out weakly, that fight, that fight had taken it out of him, but it had been so worth it to kick Peter's arrogant ass. He bent double, the room swimming in front of his vision, his every nerve and cell on fire, but at least, it was over, he had beaten Peter.

Now he just had to make sure not to die before the rest of his plan came to fruition.

"Well, that was…unexpected." Agravaine commented idly from his throne, and his pack were looking to him in alarm, they hadn't expected Scott to beat Peter, after all, he was dying, Peter was amped up, yet the boy still wasn't dead!

"Agravaine," Peter gasped, clawing his way out of the crater, dragging his now useless bottom half behind him, tears streaming down in his face out of pain, out of humiliation, Scott had beaten him!

He'd planned, for months, so meticulously, so perfectly, taken on so much power, weakened Scott, tore his pack asunder, and yet he had still beaten him, it was impossible!

Agravaine's malicious yellow eyes turned onto his ally as he pulled himself along the floor, trying to reach the dais.

"Like I told you Agravaine," Scott breathed weakly, wanting nothing more than to collapse in a heap, but no, he had to push on, struggle on, even though it felt like every single cell was burning with the heat of a thousand suns, "leave my town, or I destroy you all."

"Agravaine, now is the time! We can destroy him, together, once and for all!" Peter insisted desperately, his eyes bulging madly, and Lydia then felt the proud and happy smile she had on her face fall as she realised she still had the inclination to scream, and had a horrible feeling about what was going to happen next.

Agravaine nodded, his glowing eyes looking at Peter calculatingly, and Scott began to get a horrible feeling himself.

"Agravaine…" he called, trying to get the dog's attention as the Gwyllgi's face transformed into a sinister smirk.

"I daresay we could destroy him together Peter. However, as he has put his pack back together, and defeated you, yet I still have the Nemeton and the upper hand…why do I need you?" he hissed, and Peter's face fell into an expression of gut-wrenching shock, his face then turning into a mask of comprehending horror and disbelief.

"Agravaine, no, we can-!"

"Goodbye Peter Hale." Agravaine hissed sadistically, and a jet of acrid fire leapt from his hands.

Peter didn't stand a chance, already beaten, bloodied and broken by Scott, the fire overtaking him in seconds. Peter tried to writhe, but with his bottom half out of commission it was all he could do to writhe as little, to absolutely no avail. Peter screamed as the roiling, poisonous flames torched his body, his shrieking echoing throughout the steel mill as he was immolated by his so-called ally. Peter screeched in agony, the fire ripping all over and all through his body, his skin bubbling, hair incinerating, his body shuddering in exquisite pain, horrific agony, as with a last, blood-curdling scream Peter went silent as his corpse went still, leaving behind nothing but a smouldering, acrid smelling skeleton, with its claws dug into the floor and its mouth open in a final, eternal scream of pain.

Malia looked on as the man who had gave her life was immolated on the spot and shifted uncomfortably, and Derek laid a reassuring hand on her shoulder as they looked on at the grim scene, with Melissa holding Malia's shoulder tightly as her birth father's skeleton flickered with flame in front of them.

"Wow, talk about 'curse your sudden but inevitable betrayal'" Aiden muttered to his twin, who nodded grimly, both of them looking anxiously over at Malia.

"You didn't have to do that!" Scott spat furiously, and Agravaine got to his feet, allowing himself an indulgent smile.

"Oh please Scott, Peter did much more for everyone by dying than he ever did while alive. Naïve of him really, believing I really needed him at all, after all, I've had the upper hand all this time, he just made it marginally easier. And besides, if he'd won, he'd have killed you Scott. I was doing you a favour, by making sure that he could never threaten you or anyone you care about ever again. Now my boy," he purred, descending down from the dais and approaching Scott, "last chance. Join me, or die."

Scott chanced a worried look over at Malia, but seeing that she was currently safely with Derek and Argent, Scott turned his full attention back to the Corrupter himself, and raised his chin to face him defiantly.

"You don't need me anymore, you've killed Peter so you have his power, and the Nemeton." He pointed out, and Agravaine smiled coyly, laughing a little as his pack joined in.

"That's true, but I'd rather make it a sure thing. And you and I, we could do great things together Scott. Join me, and you live, hell, even some of your friends might live. Or you can be stubborn, and you can all die. What's it going to be?" Agravaine demanded in a silky voice, and Scott glowered at the Gwyllgi who had so ruined everyone's lives since his arrival.

"I'll join you when hell freezes over!" he snarled, and Agravaine's face flickered furiously before he restored his usual, smug mask, and he nodded grimly, inclining his head respectfully to Scott.

"Steadfast to the end Scott. I respect that. Utterly stupid though it might be," he hissed, turning Scott's blood cold as he did so, "but I do respect it. So be it…you impudent…little…BRAT!" Agravaine screamed, and a jet of fire erupted from his hands again, blasting Scott in the chest and sending him cartwheeling through the air, crashing down to the ground with a thud heavy enough to shatter the ground further as Agravaine's pack cheered and guffawed sycophantically.

Aiden strode forward, but Isaac held him back, though he looked agonised as he did so.

"Not yet." He hissed, though as Agravaine advanced towards his boyfriend, he realised with renewed vigour the multitude of reasons he was so opposed to this plan in the first place.

Stiles slipped away from the back of the dogs, also avoiding the revenants as he made his way stealthily towards Agravaine and Scott, slowly but silently drawing his sword as he did so.

"I could have made you great Scott! You and I could have accomplished anything we set our minds to! But no, you just had to be so pathetic, and noble. I would have given you everything!" Agravaine stormed, blasting more fire into Scott's tortured body, Scott screaming and writhing in pain, Agravaine clearly wanted Scott to suffer, he wanted this to last.

"You and I could have been a team, beyond anything this world has seen before, two great beasts, creating a new world order! But no, you rejected me!" Agravaine snarled, another blast of fire punishing Scott as Stiles started to edge slightly closer.

"You were content to let me die, in agony, in ignominy! When I could have made you powerful, unique, special, you chose mediocrity!" Agravaine raged, blasting Scott again as the young Alpha writhed on the floor, Isaac and Melissa's control of the pack was slipping, they needed to help their Alpha, wait, what was Stiles doing, why was he moving closer to them?

"We could have been together, powerful beyond our wildest dreams!" Agravaine bellowed, spit flying from his mouth as he once more tortured Scott with his fire, the boy screeching in pain as he endured the full fury of the Corrupter, Stiles was nearly there.

On the dais, Thane turned his eyes to the scrawny runt who had betrayed his Alpha, what was he up to? Unless he, Thane started to snarl, what was going on here?

"I'm spoken for." Scott taunted, and Agravaine seethed, his yellow eyes bulging in furious, disbelieving fury.

"You reject me? ME? Very well Scott, I see you are committed. You will pay the price for your obstinance however. And then my dear, sweet Scott," he hissed, eyes rolling madly as he advanced upon Scott to finish him off, "you will die."

Scott exerted himself to face the Corrupter square in the eye, and to Agravaine's slight surprise, he was smiling, as if he knew something Agravaine didn't.

"You forget Agravaine, I've got something you don't." he mocked, and Agravaine threw back his head and laughed, just as Thane started to growl warningly.

"Oh? And what's that?" Agravaine sneered, and Scott grinned, gesturing with his head.

"Him. My pack's very own-"

Agravaine then screamed in pain as a sword erupted through his chest, his gurgling, horrified body toppling back towards Stiles, who gave him a sly grin.

"Trickster!" he exclaimed in a sing song voice, and Agravaine shrieked in pain as Stiles withdrew the sword from his back, sending the defeated Gwyllgi crumpling to the floor as Stiles knelt down beside his best friend, wrapping him in a frantic hug.

"Well it took you long enough!" Scott scolded, and Stiles looked most affronted.

"It's not like I planned it, you guys were further away than I thought!"

As the two started to bicker as though nothing had ever happened, the pack turned to face Isaac, their faces a mix between dawning realisation and delight as the truth set in.

"Wait, he's on our side?" Lydia exclaimed happily, and Isaac grinned, nodding, as he readied his blades in his hands, any minute now…

"Always was!" he replied, feeling the genuine relief and joy from his pack mates, they all wanted to be set loose, but not quite yet, they weren't quite ready just yet, as the sheriff sagged in delighted relief, yelling in joy.

As Stiles tried to help Scott to his feet, there was a savage bark behind them as Thane, his white eyes glowing malevolently, leapt towards them, the rest of the pack were snarling angrily, coming down after him.

"You treacherous little cockroach, I'm going to rip off your head and use it as a flowerpot!" Thane bellowed, beside himself at seeing what Stiles had done to the man he coveted, and the former Nogitsune shoved Scott behind him protectively as the Grim bore down on them, readying his sword as Agravaine coughed and wheezed, recovering from Stiles treacherous attack.

"Stiles, wait." Scott whispered in his ear, his voice weak, he was so tired, but this wasn't over yet.

Thane reared back to strike, just as there was a shattering of glass above them. The Grim snapped back around to see what had caused the ruckus when the Owlman, emerging from a hailstorm of shattered glass, gave a vicious shriek, swooping right for Thane, who roared in challenge…but the Owlman had the advantage.

Thane howled in pain as the Owlman tackled the Grim, his claws digging into his chest as he flew him over the room, slamming him into the wall with enough force that the wall of the building shook. Thane, reeling, prepared his teeth to bite through the Owlman's head, but it was too late.

The Owlman, a vicious, victorious shriek piercing the air, acted, and Thane's roar was suddenly cut short into a bloody gargle. Scott turned away, feeling sickened with himself, he hadn't wanted it to end this way, but there had been no other way. Thane tried frantically to ward off the Owlman, but with a last, determined effort, the Owlman gave a screech of victory, as he ripped Thane's throat out.

The Grim gave a last, rasping, shuddering breath, blood gushing from his ripped open neck, his throat severed, and with a last, rumbling growl, Thane's blood-soaked body slid down the wall, leaving a smear of blood as it began to pool around his body, the glowing white of his eyes fading as he went still, his eyes going dull as Agravaine's second in command was finally no more.

"THANE!" Agravaine screamed in horror and rage as the Owlman turned to face him, posturing and his amber eyes glinting with satisfaction.

"And now, beast, you know some measure of the pain you have dealt me!" he hissed as the Gwyllgi sprang to his feet.

"Wow…now?" Derek asked hopefully, as the entire pack watched the scene, shocked, but Melissa shook her head, no, this was the diciest part, the part where it all depended on Scott knowing Agravaine as well as he thought he did.

The Gwyllgi leapt across the room, his face transforming into his full beast mode as he did so, poisonous smoke and flame belching from inside him as he savagely ripped into the Owlman. Hollis screeched in pain, but Agravaine had lost all measure of control, he had gone pure animal, and despite the Owlman ripping into him with his talons, claws and beak, Agravaine was like a man possessed, forcing the Owlman back, further and further, driving him back towards the wall and Thane's dead body. Hollis was failing, he was so tired, and every wound he ripped into Agravaine, the beast's internal fire just cauterised it immediately due to his rage, and no matter how much he might want to, he wasn't strong enough to finish off the Corrupter.

But, Hollis thought with a tight grin, he suspected that the boy was.

Hollis tried to rip out Agravaine's eyes, but the beast forced him back, slamming him into the wall, beside himself with fury. Agravaine reared his hand back, preparing to take Hollis head, when Hollis slashed with his own hand, the hand bearing the ring that bound the curse. And in that split second, he saw the greedy, ambitious glint in Agravaine's eyes, as the beast changed tack and used his lunging hand to seize Hollis' wrist. Hollis screeched in pain as Agravaine crushed his arm, but that was nothing compared to the pain he felt as searing teeth, which made it feel like his hand was dipped in flame, chomped down on Hollis' ring finger, and the Owlman gave his last screech as the finger wearing the ring came hurtling off, dropping to the floor.

Agravaine spat blood from his mouth, backhanding a now human and screaming Hollis, his chest decaying by the second, into the wall, while he lunged for the finger. He seized it, and with a blissful, ecstatic expression on his face, he slipped Hollis' ring off his finger and onto his own.

The red jewel pulsed with power, and Agravaine burst into maniacal laughter as he turned to face Hollis weak and broken human form, sliding down the wall to land beside Thane's dead body.

"Thank you Hollis, for your contribution. Now, I don't need Scott, you, or the Nemeton. The curse will continue as long as I live…and I'll live as long as I'm cursed. Your failure is complete." He whispered sadistically, and Hollis let out a weak, bloody chuckle as his advanced age and numerous wounds started to catch up with him.

"Thank you, young Alpha, for giving me a chance to earn my justice," he said to Scott, who was now being supported by a very confused looking Stiles, "you're not so bad…for a werewolf. Make it…mean…something and get…the evil…bastard…Agravaine…I'll see you, in hell!" he spat with the last venom and strength he could muster, before the life in his eyes went out and the fire that was disintegrating him slowly overtook him, that and his advanced age, as he faded away, leaving behind nothing more than a skeleton, and the Owlman was at last, gone.

"Whoa, was that part of the plan?" Stiles asked worriedly, and Scott nodded sadly, there was nothing that could be done to save Hollis, but it was still horrible to watch.

"Yeah, he wanted to hurt Agravaine. And I think he has." He told him softly, and Stiles looked at him incredulously as the maniacally laughing Agravaine turned to face them.

"What, hurting him by making him invincible?" he demanded in a low hiss, and Scott nodded, and gave Stiles a grim smile.

"Yeah, kinda."

"Well Scott, you're a little more ruthless than I thought. But now, it is over. The curse is unbroken, I am always a Gwyllgi, and as long as I'm a Gwyllgi, I'm alive. I've won." Agravaine purred as he stalked towards the two best friends, savouring the ring on his finger, knowing he had finally won, once and for all!

"Really? I'm not so sure about that." Scott mocked, and gestured with his head towards his pack, and Isaac's eyes widened in delight as Agravaine turned to look at him in alarm, the dogs were just starting to growl, now was the time to act!

"Now?" Liam asked hopefully, and Isaac grinned, his eyes glowing gold as he did so.

"NOW!" he roared, and with that, the pack leapt into action towards their dog opponents.

As they pounced, another skylight shattered and a strange new figure slammed to the ground, her face snapping up to face them as she did so. She rose herself to her full height, revealing herself to be clad in a black armour suit, with four black and menacing wings emanating from her back. Her eyes were sort of glowing black orbs, made up of thousands of tiny little eyes, revealing herself to be a wereinsect of some sort. Her face was covered by a large mask that covered all but here forehead and lips and wouldn't have looked out of place at a masquerade ball, and she had long red hair that fell to her shoulders.

Martagh nodded in greeting as the pack stopped short to observe this newcomer.

"And who are you?" Garrett asked in surprise, and Aiden grinned, clearly very impressed with her entrance and attire.

"She's Batwoman!" he said excitedly, and what they could see of her cheeks went pink with pleasure.

"Thanks Aiden, I'll take it," she told him in a distorted voice, "but for now, we have whists, revenants, Berserkers and Calaveras all coming in, anyone want to help me deal with them?" she asked, moving towards the pack, just as the door hammered open as the legions of undead, most likely summoned by Agravaine after Thane's death, rushed into the building, the Berserkers bellowing in their language as they pushed towards the steel mill, and as the Calaveras opened up with their weapons, forcing half the pack onto the defensive while the others took the fight to the dogs and their remaining psychological revenants.

Isaac gave a roar in challenge, springing into action, the more supernatural members of the pack following his head while the human ones took up defensive positions to word off the hordes of undead. He made a beeline right for Agravaine, however, Erica sprang into his path, growling at him in challenge.

"Lydia, take Allison, Derek, you take Boyd!" Isaac ordered, roaring as he and Erica began to fight.

Not needing told twice, Derek squared off with his former Beta as Boyd intercepted him, the two wolves going at it, while a grim looking Lydia used her staff to knock away one of Allison's arrows as she closed in on her best friend.

"We'll take our cheap knockoffs." Aiden growled, and Ethan smirked as the two gytrashes transformed, and the two sets of brothers then threw themselves into battle with each other.

"You want big ugly or small ugly?" Kira asked conversationally, a grin on her face as she readied her sword, and Malia appraised the charging Barghests before pointing to Ciara.

"I'll take small ugly." She replied cheerfully, springing towards her opponent and shouldering her away from Kira, while the kitsune raised her sword and fired a jet of lightning into Eoghan, the beast yelping in pain as she did so.

"And I guess that leaves me the old lady." Jackson mused, within Bonnie's earshot, and the oldest dog looked most offended as her eyes glowed blue as the two began to duel.

Agravaine snarled in disbelief as Scott's pack rallied to battle, the dogs suddenly thrown onto the defensive. His whists and revenants were coming towards the steel mill, however Argent, Garrett, Violet, Melissa, John and Camden were now using their guns to hold the enemy at bay, while Danny joined in with his arrows. The newcomer, Batwoman as she was now called, was working with Martagh, who was using her staff and magic to keep the undead at bay, and Liam was keeping up a stream of Molotovs which were thinning the ranks of the undead. Kaisha was behind him, protecting him and using her magic to also thin the crowd, green spirals of magic blasting at the whists as they bore down on them. Meanwhile the other members of the pack were battling with their dog opposites, and to the Gwyllgi's great disgust they were succeeding in finally pushing the dogs back, how were they doing this? They had consistently beaten them, time and again, yet somehow, despite all his and Peter's efforts to defeat them, to rip them apart, they were rallying at the final hurdle, and what was more, they weren't losing!

"Oh yeah by the way," Stiles called cockily as the dog span back to face him, growling violently, eyes glowing with sinister intent, "you wondering how we're finally winning? I spiked your flask with mountain ash!" he taunted, looking delighted with himself, and the bottom fell out of Agravaine's stomach in horrified realisation, if he had done that, he had undermined his power, and hence the power of the whole pack, then that could mean…

"I'm going to enjoy ripping you in two!" he thundered, transforming into his beast form and making a beeline for the Alpha and the former Nogitsune, flame billowing from his mouth as he did so.

"Cam!" Garrett called, grunting as a whist got past his defences and tried to skewer him with its severed spine, only to be blasted away into a heap by a vortex of green energy from Kaisha.

Camden was then tackled to the ground, landing with a heavy thud as Matt sprang on him, punching him in the face and sending his gun spiralling out of his reach. Matt's dead eyes were alight with malice as he clambered on top of him, determined to get his final revenge.

"You killed me, now you'll pay!" he spat, and Camden punched the revenant off of him, rolling to his feet as he glowered at the teenage zombie.

"I'm sorry for what we did to you, and I'm sorry my dad threatened you, but that doesn't justify what you've done. Besides…" he snarled, as Matt gave a furious shriek and charged at him, only for a loud bang to ring out and stop Matt dead in his tracks, "now I've killed you, and stay dead this time!" he ground out, spitting blood from his mouth as he looked at Matt's corpse.

Camden's sawn-off shotgun which he'd been keeping for when his original weapon ran out was smoking as he had loosed a blast at the charging revenant, and now half of Matt's skull was missing, shattered by the blast and he gave a last rasping breath before the revenant dropped to the ground, finally dead once again. Camden looked at the body, looking slightly nauseous and shaking his head before he returned to the battle.

Martagh was everywhere at once, her magic and her battle skills helping them to hold the line. The Calaveras had position, however their numbers were far less than theirs, but they also had the problem of the Berserkers to contend with as the hulking brutes were determined to get into the steel mill and most likely slaughter all within. Liam was running low on Molotovs as another bunch appeared, seriously, where had Agravaine gotten them all?

However, between her, Batwoman and Kaisha, they were up to the challenge, using their magic to create shields that prevented the Calaveras from sniping them off. Danny, furious at their invention, was firing arrows with abandon, trying to hit one of the hunters but they were slightly too far away to be affected by his attempts. The Berserkers were still pushing ahead, trying to overcome their defence of the doorway, and were also too far away to be anything more than slowed down by their attempts at stopping them.

"There's too many!" Violet cried, using her brass knuckles to punch a grasping revenant in the face, knocking it to the ground and allowing Argent to finish it off with a shot to the head.

"Keep it up, we need to hold the line here!" he encouraged, snarling in annoyance as he was tackled to the ground by a whist.

Melissa was there the next second, using a cattle prod to send the thing twitching away, and Kaisha blasted it back out into the courtyard of the steel mill. John snarled, he needed to speak to his son, to hug his son, and like hell was he dying here, impaled by bloody zombies no less.

"How do we stop it?" he asked, as a revenant slipped in and surged towards Danny, only to encounter the business end of Liam's cattle prod which sent it to the ground, spasming.

"That's up to them, now focus!" Batwoman snapped, performing a very elegant roundhouse kick on a revenant sending it flying over the room, and Kaisha finished it off with a blast of magic.

"Can't you thin them down a bit? Or even take out the damn Calaveras?" Danny asked, taking shelter as Martagh, Batwoman and Kaisha combined their prowess to create a whirlwind of undead bodies.

"Wait, what's that?" Liam asked, zapping a whist away from him, nodding his head to the Calaveras, who were standing far behind the Berserkers who were getting alarmingly close to breaking into the steel mill.

Melissa and Argent's eyes followed where he was looking, and Argent's jaw dropped open in shock.

"It's a rocket launcher, get down!" he bellowed as a rocket streaked towards them, slamming into the wall above the large double doors that were the industrial entrance to the steel mill they were defending, and suddenly the magic users were forced onto the defensive as they scrambled to create shields to protect them from the falling, burning debris as the whole building shook.

Lydia span through the air, her staff cutting through with a whistling sound, before slamming the middle of her weapon into Allison's chin, knocking her off her feet and crashing her best friend to the ground.

"Allison, this isn't you, you need to fight Agravaine's control!" she insisted, and Allison looked at her desperately as she rolled back to her feet, shooting an arow at Lydia in a flawless motion which Lydia only barely managed to avoid being skewered in the head with.

"I know that Lydia, but I can't help it! He brought me back as this, turned me against you guys, just to torture poor Stiles, made me say all these horrible things about him, that I blame him, when I don't! My death…my death wasn't his fault, just like it wasn't yours, or Scott's or Isaac's, none of you are to blame. I went to save my friends, and that's what I died doing, and I was at peace with that! Until he brought me back as this horrible version of myself, angry and bitter and twisted, it isn't me!" she cried, and to her great surprise, Lydia's face broke into a wide smile.

"Allison…that was you! That wasn't some horrible, twisted revenant, that was you, who you are really are, acting like you always did…we disrupted Agravaine's connection to the Nemeton, I wonder if…" she said in realisation, her smile blossoming all the more, and Allison's eyes widened in delight as she span to face Agravaine.

The Gwyllgi was in his full dog form, and despite being on four legs, the wreaths of fire he was spreading were more than enough to keep Scott and Stiles at bay. Stiles yelled in pain as his searing claws cut into his side and sent him sprawling to the ground, leaving a bent double and shaking Scott gasping for breath, he looked weakly at Agravaine who let out a monstrous sounding chuckle and opened his mouth, his fangs dripping with saliva as he prepared to bite Scott in two.

"I can fight his control." Allison said softly, a smile gracing her face as she did so, and fired an arrow through the air towards the monster that had brought her back to begin with.

Scott winced, Agravaine had kept them off balance, he needed help, he was too tired from his fight with Peter, too weak, and Agravaine was about to win, he was going to get bitten in two, please god don't let his mother see that…when an arrow embedded itself in the Gwyllgi's back. Scott turned to thank Danny, but saw to his shock that it wasn't Danny, but Allison, who was standing shoulder to shoulder with a delighted Lydia.

She was their Allison again!

"Erica, Boyd, we can rebel against him! Stiles…I don't blame you, none of this is your fault, none of this is any of you's fault," she said kindly to Stiles, and his face broke into a relieved, grateful smile as he leapt back to his feet and rushed to Scott's side as Agravaine reared back in pain, returning to his less monstrous human form, "he made me say all those things, I would never think them. Dad…I'm sorry." She whispered, turning to her father who was struggling back to his feet after the blast had hit the doorway, and he gave her a proud smile.

"This isn't your fault Allison. I miss you." He told her, and she nodded, her eyes streaming with tears as she turned back to face Agravaine, and Scott.

"We all do." Scott whispered softly, and she sent him a loving look before she turned her rapidly-becoming-furious expression onto Agravaine, who was looking at her in disbelief.

"How…" he hissed, but she simply smirked, and raised her bow and fired at him again.

Isaac shouldered Erica away from him, his former pack mate crashing to the ground as he looked down at her tenderly.

"Erica, he brought you back and made you into a monster, you have to fight him!" he insisted, and she faced him with tear filled glowing eyes.

"I've fought monsters Isaac, remember? I fought Kali, and this is what happened, becoming a werewolf only brought me more pain than I already had!" she hissed bitterly, and Isaac crouched down, though kept his knives trained on her in case it was a trick.

"I know, and what happened to you, to both of you, was horrible, but he's used that and twisted you into something you're not. It sucked, losing you, and you didn't deserve it. But he's not going to stop, and he'll just keep using you, until all of us join you." He told her sadly, and she looked away, shaking her head bitterly.

"Why did I have to die? I finally found something that made me feel good, and then the Alphas came and I…" she whispered angrily, and he hesitantly laid a hand on her shoulder.

"I know Erica." He told her softly as she sniffed bitterly, glowering at the world.

"He made me into this." She snarled, and Isaac squeezed her shoulder reassuringly.

"Yeah, but unlike the Alphas, we actually have a chance of stopping him now." He told her, and he saw the faintest of smiles playing on her lips.

"Boyd, I…" Derek began, but where the hell did he start when it was his fault that Boyd was dead?

"I know it wasn't your fault Derek, hell, it wasn't even really the twins, it was all Kali. I knew what could maybe happen that day, and I did it anyway. It's not your fault." Boyd told him kindly, and Derek pulled away from him, looking at him in confusion.

"Wait, I thought you did blame me." He said in confusion, and Boyd glared over his shoulder at where Agravaine was trying to kill Scott and Stiles.

"He wanted me to blame you, it was all him, twisting us, making us what he made us." He explained, and Derek didn't hear a lie in his voice.

And it was then that Allison's cry echoed across the room, and both Boyd and Erica grinned widely as they realised what it meant, that Agravaine couldn't control them anymore.

"Wait, then that means…" Erica said in realisation, clambering back to her feet.

"We can give it back to the evil bastard and then some." Boyd finished, growling in his throat and Derek smirked at Isaac as he joined them.

The Hale pack, together, one last time.

"Then let's make him rue the day he ever came after you guys. It's not the same without you, you know." Derek admitted, and Isaac nodded sadly.

"Yeah, we miss you." He told them softly, and Erica and Boyd smiled at them both.

"Yeah, but you still have Scott, and with any luck, once this is over, you'll still have him. You two are cute." Erica teased, and Isaac glared, blushing as he did so, and Boyd sniggered.

"And it's all thanks to me!" Derek exclaimed brightly, and his three former Betas all looked at him, bemused.

"Yeah, don't push your luck. Let's get him." Isaac commanded and with a snarl, threw himself at Agravaine, and Derek, Boyd and Erica all followed suit.

Allison kept up a barrage of arrows as Agravaine was forced back into his human form, keeping him away from Scott and Stiles, a distraction that Stiles used to fuss over Scott. As Agravaine looked on in horror, Derek and his former pack pounced upon him, forcing the Gwyllgi onto the defensive. Isaac was like lightning, Agravaine howling in pain as his ring daggers dug into his body, Isaac's strong but elegant style forcing the dog onto the back foot. Derek was there waiting, clobbering the dog in the face with a punch, staggering the Corrupter and leaving him at the mercy of both Boyd and Erica. The two werewolves snarled and dug their claws into him, Erica skidding to the floor and slicing into him from below while Boyd jumped onto his back, pummelling the enraged Agravaine with his fists, his teeth biting into him wherever he could reach.

Agravaine screamed in fury, the boy, he had disrupted his ability to control the Nemeton, and as a result his ability to control the revenants who had been around longest was now corrupted as well, this wasn't happening!

"Get off me!" he screamed as Allison expertly impaled him with arrows, peppering his body.

It wasn't enough to kill him, but maybe, just maybe, it was enough to slow him down so the others could finish him off. Agravaine roared in denial, this wasn't happening! Derek was there, his claws going right for his throat, and he felt two more dagger strikes stab into the back of his knees as the former pack of Beacon Hills went in for the kill.

"Get off me!" he raged, bringing his dark power to bear, and it pulsed out of him, determined to bring an end to this.

The dark energy washed over them, and with a last, contented smile, Erica and Boyd fell to the floor silently, returning to their rest. Allison fixed her friends and her father with a last, loving look before she too fell to the ground gracefully, gone once more. Tears filled their eyes as they watched their former brethren die once again, but with an angry howl, Derek and Isaac sprang at Agravaine, going for the kill. Lydia, wiping tears frantically from her eyes, rushed in to face the Corrupter as well, and once he had made sure Scott was alright, Stiles launched himself at him as well, Scott right behind him.

"Allison…" Argent gasped, tears flooding from his own eyes, she was gone again, he had lost her again, and now she was caught in the middle of a supernatural showdown…until she wasn't, as her body vanished.

He looked around in panic, only to find Martagh staring compassionately at him.

"I've sent them away someplace safe, so we can put them back to their rest once this is over." She told him kindly, squeezing his hand, and he sniffed a little, but smiled.

"Thank you." He replied, and she patted his shoulder before spinning around, her staff a blur as she intercepted numerous bullets, courtesy of the Calaveras exploiting their preoccupation.

Argent then steeled himself, looking at the battling pack that he had promised his daughter he would protect, it was time to end this. He readied his two guns and opened fire, cutting down several more revenants, getting one away from John as he was in danger of being surrounded, and the two men, now freed up, pushed their advantage elsewhere.

Scott snarled as he swiped at Agravaine, wanting nothing more than this to be over. Agravaine's eyes were bulging furiously, he was constantly on the move, kept on the defensive by the combined force of his friends coming against him. Lydia emitted a scream that staggered the Gwyllgi, and Isaac then slid along the ground, his knives cutting into Agravaine's legs. As the dog roared in pain, Stiles stabbed one gauntlet clad hand into his stomach, and as the livid dog turned to rip his face off, the other gauntlet clad hand ripped into his face, Agravaine screeching in pain. Derek then joined in, his claws cutting deep into Agravaine's side, while another hand pushed one of Allison's arrows deeper into his body. Agravaine gave a gurgling roar and backhanded Derek away from him, but Scott immediately filled the gap, striking like a viper, twisting the arrows in the dog's chest.

Agravaine roared and belched acrid smoke into Scott's face, forcing the Alpha to rear back and as he did so, blinded by the smog he had created, Agravaine blasted fire into Lydia, sending her spiralling away with a shriek, and he punched Isaac in the gut, sending the Prime Beta flying over the room and slamming into a pillar, and now freed, he bore down on a now very isolated Stiles.

"Stiles!" John yelled, firing his gun desperately to try and save his son but there was a guttural sound from behind him, and he turned to see Danny backing away in horror as one of the Berserkers finally broke through their line and the rubble into the steel mill proper.

Melody cursed, flying right at the Berserker, and she saw Rakaisha move to intercept while Argent, Melissa and the others lit the damn thing up, however in their distraction, more whists and revenants had broken through, they needed a break, god they needed a break, it was endless!

Malia dodged another punch from Ciara before running at her. The Barghest smirked and ducked, however Malia leapt, spring boarding off her opponent's back, and using her momentum to carry her to the wall. Tucking in her feet, she pushed off from the wall as soon as she reached it, whiplashing herself backwards and crashing into Ciara's back, the Barghest crashing to the ground in a heap. Malia landed and was on her, her claws moving like a shredder, ripping apart the older woman's chest. Ciara screamed in pain and tried to regain her footing, but Malia lunged, her claws wrapping fast around her ankle, and she swung the woman into the air with all her might, the Barghest flipping out of her hand and smashing into the wall, dropping like a stone after she did so. With Ciara defeated, Malia gave a snarl and sprinted across to help Stiles as the dog she had just flattened tried and failed to recover her strength before sagging to the floor in defeat.

Malakai was like a man possessed, tearing at Aiden viciously, determined to bring down his opponent. Aiden and Ethan however had more than held their own, and now Ethan's superior strength and technique were serving to push Rhyley back, not that his older brother had noticed. Aiden roared in challenge to the older of the two Gytrashes, intercepting attack after attack, Malakai's shining red eyes bulging in fury as he did so. Malakai continued to hack away at Aiden, however the elder twin merely kept stepping back, only blocking his attacks.

"Fight back!" Malakai raved, flinging both hands back to try and cut Aiden in two, and Aiden grinned.

"Ok." He replied simply, and jolted forward, his shoulder catching Malakai in the chest.

Malakai heaved as the air was knocked out of his body, crashing down to the ground. Malaki tried to render himself intangible as he always did, however this time Aiden was too quick, Malakai gasping in horror and pain as Aiden seized his neck, a smug expression on his face.

"How…we always beat you!" Malakai spat, trying to pry himself free, but he'd wasted so much energy trying to defeat the twin, and Aiden grinned.

"Yeah, that was before, when you guys had the Nemeton. It's ours again, and we're so done with you lot." He told him sweetly, and then slammed Malakai into the ground, stomping on each of his knees, the Gytrash howling in pain as the joints shattered, and Aiden finished him off with a savage punch to the chin, knocking out the Gytrash and allowing him to rush to the aid of his Alpha.

Eoghan was big, really big. However, Kira was spiralling and weaving away from his attacks elegantly, using each gap in his defences to nick him with her blade, drawing more blood. Every time she did, he became increasingly angry, and came at her again. The process had repeated itself several times now and the dog was really starting to lose his temper.

"Hold still!" he raged, the dog throwing himself at her in apparently a new variation of an old technique.

Kira twirled out of the way, her sword raised to elegantly slash at the dog, who screamed in pain as once more steel met flesh. Eoghan snarled, looking at the blood welling from his latest wound before lunging at her, Kira backflipping away from him, landing catlike before stabbing up, and this time her blade didn't just cut him, it stabbed through his shoulder. Eoghan roared in furious pain, clawing right for Kira's eyes, but the kitsune was once more on the move, spinning away from his attack, already bringing her blade up to defend herself in case he struck again.

"How are you doing this?" he demanded, spitting through the air as he came at her again, hammering heavy blows down towards her head, but she was already on the move, her sword darting in and out, making the dog recoil in pain as she struck him time and again, her sword singing as she did so, spraying blood all over the wall with each minute cut she made.

"I'm good." Kira taunted with a grin, and Eoghan stormed in fury, turning full Barghest, his teeth flashing towards her throat as the unexpected move caught her slightly off-guard, he was coming right for her…

She took her sword in both hands, raising it in front of her face, and as she opened her eyes, they were a glowing amber. Centring herself, she found the core of her power, and electricity sparked off her, crackling and channelling into her sword, she slashed it down on front of her. Lightning erupted from the end of her sword right into the Barghest's bat like face, Eoghan's savage roar turning into a very human scream as he was thrown hurtling across the room, slamming into a pillar where he dropped down like a stone. Kira smirked in satisfaction as she watched the Barghest twitching, it was so nice to be putting the dogs in their place. She then readied herself, interjecting herself into the battle with Agravaine as her pack mates battled the Corrupter.

Rhyley was much more athletic and dexterous than his brother, dodging and weaving around Ethan. Ethan came at the younger Gytrash with renewed vigour, keeping half an eye on his brother's battle with Malakai as he did so, but it was clear that the younger of the two spectral dogs was also preoccupied with his brother's battle. The two youngest brothers went at it, claws and teeth flashing but Rhyley was quickly losing ground. Ethan was everywhere, leaping and spiralling about, striking at every weak spot in his opponent's form, Rhyley becoming increasingly harassed as Ethan pushed him back. Ethan punched at him, but he went spectral, his hand passing through him but now, without the insidious power of the corrupted Nemeton empowering him, it wasn't nearly as effective. Ethan grabbed Rhyley's spectral form, the dog's shining red eyes flaring in horror as he did so and with a last burst of strength, Ethan hurtled the dog across the room, Rhyley crashing into the wall with a whimper and dropping down with a thud, whining as he tried to regain his footing. Ethan then stomped down on him, Rhyley returning to his pure human form and looking up at him in confusion.

"But how, we always beat you, how?" he gasped, damn his back was hurting like a bitch and Ethan crouched down with a satisfied grin.

"See, when you don't have the Nemeton empowering you, there's a little secret we need to let you in on: wolf always trumps dog." He told him and punched the younger dog in the face before he ran across to help the others battling Agravaine.

The Berserkers were now in the steel mill, with Batwoman, Rakaisha and Martagh trying to hold them off with their own combat skills while Garrett and Violet tried to bring down the other one from afar. Whists had also entered the steel mill along with revenants, and the undead were slowly taking the advantage, the pack's defenders were being forced back and surrounded, and now the Calaveras were also pushing in towards the steel mill, their heavy weaponry opening up as Ricard tried time and again to put the pack down.

"There's too many of them!" Liam cried, panting tiredly as he zapped another whist away from him with a cattle prod, and Melissa fired a shotgun round into its spine to put it down.

"We have them surrounded, them and the Berserkers, finish them all off!" Ricard ordered, and his other hunters opened fire on the massive Berserkers, distracting them from their battles with the pack and also forcing them onto the defensive.

As the Berserkers surged towards the Calaveras who continued to pour bullets their way, the revenants and whists surrounded the pack, and their bullets were starting to run low. The adults of the pack were clustering together, with Martagh, Rakaisha and Batwoman using their skills to keep them off them.

"I'm out." Garrett complained, though used a knife to cut into a revenant, which Violet then knocked away from him with her brass knuckles.

"I am too." Camden complained, punching another one as it tried to rip his throat out, looking worriedly at Kaisha, her magic was as strong as ever but she was clearly getting worn out constantly using her magic.

Martagh was still moving elegantly, though it was obvious that even the Scuffock was wearing down tiredly, her staff was still moving around her like a hurricane but she was getting sloppier with it, and the whists and revenants were starting to exploit the holes she was leaving in her defence.

Melissa fired another bullet into a whist that charged towards Violet, staggering the beast before Batwoman span and kicked it away from them, and while the newcomer's skill was considerable, even she was needing a let up.

The whists and revenants surged, surrounding the remaining defenders as the Berserkers charged towards them, the Calaveras opening fire and shooting another rocket at them, which Kaisha only barely deflected with her magic. Martagh snarled, span and then slammed her staff into the ground, creating a rippling shockwave that gave them just a moment's breathing room as the attacking undead were knocked backwards. Kaisha and Batwoman then acted, their hands gesturing emphatically and a shimmering shield sprung up around them, thwarting the undead, the Berserkers and the hunters, and giving them all a moment to catch their breath.

"There's just so many…" Liam breathed, crouched over double, his face shining with sweat, and John laid a hand on his shoulder as he looked at the grim faces of his compatriots.

They were all out of ammo, Danny had long since run out of arrows and all the rest were out of bullets. The cattle prods were running low on charge, their Molotov supply had dried up ages before and now they were surrounded on all sides, with lethal monsters and hunters approaching with the express intention of finishing them off. They could hear the bellowing roars of the Berserkers as they charged towards them, determined to finish them off, so much so that they were ignoring the Calaveras. However, sounds of gun fire seemed to indicate that the hunters were now also being harassed by the undead horde.

"What do we do?" Melissa asked, her face ashen, sweat dripping off her, and Argent frowned as he looked through the clear bubble to where the duel with Agravaine was taking place, and he frowned, his heart beating in his chest as the pack combined their efforts to bring down the Corrupter.

"We hope they stop him before they run out of power to support the shield." He concluded, as Martagh, Batwoman and Kaisha continued to reinforce the shield from the pestilential attacks of the undead outside the shield, and the rest looked on worriedly.

Jackson spiralled at the older woman, his unorthodox fighting form throwing Bonnie for six as he pushed the woman back, her blue eyes glowing in increasing anger as he battled her. Hell he may be dying but like hell was he going quietly into the long good night. Bonnie was a conservative opponent, only pushing when she thought she had the advantage, but the bizarre way Jackson had learned to fight courtesy of her boss was only serving to frustrate her. He recoiled away from another attack, lunging low and swiping at her legs before rolling along the ground, allowing her to leap at him. Jackson kicked up with both legs, catching her in the stomach and as she wheezed in pain, he rolled elegantly to his knees and crashed a fist into her jaw, Bonnie flipping through the air with momentum and slamming down onto her back.

Jackson dashed towards her, and before the older woman could recover, he lifted her high into the air, and roaring with pain and exertion, threw her over the room, crashing her into the wall. She collapsed down with a whimper, whining as she returned to her dog form, her tail between her legs as she tried to edge away before she collapsed to the ground, returning to her human form as she passed out.

With her out of the way, Jackson turned to watch as his pack battled Agravaine. The Gwyllgi was furious, constantly being pestered on all sides by his opponents but they were unable to get in and finish him. Malia was snarling contemptuously, trying to edge through, but every time she got anywhere close a flare of his poisoned fire kept her at bay. Isaac and Derek were working together, Isaac striking like a viper at every opportunity Derek opened, but the dog was always just that little too quick. The twins were backing each other up, dodging and weaving as they tried desperately to break through the dog's defence, only to be repulsed. Lydia was attempting to use her staff, but every time she tried to channel her power, Agravaine's focus turned to her and prevented her from doing so. Kira would then act, somersaulting through the air, her sword flashing as she attempted to run him through, Stiles also backing her up with his sword, but Agravaine's yellow eyes flashed as he would constantly conjure swords of flame that he used to knock away their attacks. Scott would then fill the gap left by his two friends, only for Agravaine to chuckle as he roared and swung his fire blades at him, trying to cleave Scott's head off, forcing a very weak and grey looking Scott to fall back lest he be decapitated.

Jackson snarled in annoyance. Agravaine had already been powerful, and now had the ring further empowering him as he was essentially acting as his own battery. While they might have purged the Nemeton, he had benefitted from its power for weeks, and what was more had defeated Scott, Hollis and Peter, absorbing the power from at least two of them by doing so. He was too strong, if Scott was at full strength, Jackson actually thought together the pack could bring down the Corrupter, but as it stood, he didn't have the strength, and it was clear that the longer the battle went on the weaker Scott got, which come to think of it was likely Agravaine's plan, exhaust Scott until the Alpha dropped dead, and then finish the rest.

There had to be something he could do…

Fire blazed from the Gwyllgi's hands, the attacking pack members forced to retreat, and leaving only Stiles to help protect Scott. Scott had staggered against the wall, his head was bowed, breathing hard, and black blood was now leaking from his eyes and nose, he was panting in a raspy sounding way, and every time he coughed globules of poisoned phlegm came up. Scott was going to die, Scott who they had helped do this to, Scott who actually cared enough about Jackson to save his worthless life once again despite dying himself.

Stiles yelled in pain as a tongue of fire blasted him in the chest, his sword flying out of his hand and sliding across the floor with a metallic screech. The pack were only just recovering, they wouldn't get there in time, Agravaine was chuckling darkly, he had Scott cornered and knew it, and Scott looked around weakly, and closed his eyes, shaking in fear, as if knowing what was about to happen.

"SCOTT!" Stiles yelled, struggling to his feet, and the rest of the pack were recovering, but they wouldn't get there in time.

"NO!" Melissa screamed from within a protective bubble, hammering on the wall of it as the undead milled around them and the Calaveras and Berserkers found themselves battling the undead.

"RUN!" Isaac screamed, grabbing his knives, he had to do something.

Agravaine cackled maniacally, conjuring a blazing sword of fire and swung it towards Scott, he was going to win, the boy was about to be decapitated-!

Only for the blazing sword to intercept Stiles' sword, and Jackson, wielding it, in his backhanded grip, his eyes glowing a poisoned mix of blue and yellow, growled in challenge at the Gwyllgi.

"Get away from my Alpha!" he demanded, and Agravaine was so surprised by Jackson's unexpected intervention that Jackson shoved forward, the blades sliding apart and Jackson's sword nicked Agravaine's cheek as he slashed outward.

Agravaine screamed, furious more than pained, unable to believe he was prevented from killing the boy when he had him right there! And Jackson, why wasn't he dead yet?

Scott smiled proudly at Jackson, who went a little red and he stood beside his Alpha as Scott gave a thunderous roar. Jackson followed suit, both of them readying their claws. Kira brandished her blade, eyes glowing amber, while Stiles, his eyes with a silvery sheen, caught his own one that Jackson threw to him, bringing to a guard position as the pack surrounded an apoplectic Agravaine. Isaac span his knives into his hands, growling in challenge, while the twins, both eyes glowing blue snarled, prepared to strike. Malia was closest to the ground, eyes blazing and fangs and claws at the ready, while Derek stood with her, in full wolf mode, howling a challenge at the Corrupter. Lastly, Lydia swung her staff into position, her eyes glowing green, her face set with determination, and with Agravaine surrounded, the pack made their move.

Malia gave a savage roar and struck first, pouncing towards Agravaine's legs. Before he could react, she sank her fangs into one of his ankles, making him scream in pain. As he flailed to keep his balance, Derek followed his cousin, hammering heavy handed blows onto the Corrupter. Agravaine snarled as the Beta's blows fell, his claws ripping into his face and chest as Malia bit and clawed her way up their opponent's body. With a savage roar, Agravaine seized Malia's hair, and she cried out in pain as she was thrown into her cousin, Derek huffing as the air was driven from his body as his cousin slammed into him, a burst of fire then blasting from his talons and piercing right through their bodies, both of them falling to the ground in a smoking heap. Lydia however exploited Agravaine's preoccupation, her staff slamming into Agravaine's back as she let out a blistering scream. Agravaine howled in pain as the sonic wave assaulted his ears, staggering back, only for Kira to then dance into view, her sword singing as she swung it, slashing through his skin and with a savage grin, she stabbed upwards, impaling him. The dog roared in pain, and yanked the blade that was protruding from his chest, wrenching it from Kira's hands before elbowing her in the face, and fired a stream of flame into the kitsune, ripping the sword from his shoulder and throwing it to the ground as the fire burned through Kira as she fell. He span, grabbing Lydia's staff before she swung it to take out his legs, jerking it up and slamming it into her throat before she could commit to a scream. She staggered back, grasping at her throat, and he clobbered her in the head with her own staff before cracking it down onto the back of her head, slamming her to the ground, his fiery claws pouring fire into her body.

The other members of the pack, cornered and in their bubble, watched as the battle developed. They were all moving like lightning, each action barely taking a millisecond as they battled the Corrupter for the last time. The entirety of the fight with Derek and the girls had taken all of fifteen seconds, if that, all of them moving like blurs.

Bonnie hobbled over to where the other dogs were all gathered, watching in fascination at the blazing battle going on before them, the Corrupter moving like a living shadow as the fought the pack of Beacon Hills. Malakai hesitated as if to go and help Agravaine, however Bonnie laid a hand on his shoulder, and she shook her head in response to his questioning look as they watched the battle unfold.

The twins spiralled, dodging and weaving around Agravaine, the beast's growls of fury increasing in volume as his frustration mounted, they kept just out of his reach, despite his best efforts he was unable to finish them. Aiden bounced off Ethan, coming at Agravaine from on high, while Ethan catapulted himself at the Gwyllgi, who was unable to block the two of them at once. Aiden bit down onto Agravaine's neck as he landed, howling in pain as Ethan ripped into his stomach, blood flying out of him as he reeled back under the twins double assault. Aiden pummelled him in the face repeatedly as Ethan hacked into him, but the Gwyllgi opened his mouth and a current of Baleful Breath blasted right into Aiden's face. Aiden howled in agony before Agravaine seized him by the neck, slamming him down onto Ethan who yelped in pain before Agravaine drove both of them into the ground, Agravaine ripping into Ethan's chest with blazing claws making the twin scream.

Isaac appeared behind Agravaine, puncturing him repeatedly with his daggers, slashing across his chest and face, driving the knives deep into his body as he did so. Agravaine snarled in fury, punching Isaac in the face, but Isaac recoiled, elegantly spinning and kicking him in the mouth, sending a couple of teeth flying. Isaac sprang towards him, dropping down low and impaling his claws into Agravaine's stomach with one hand, and into his chest with another. Agravaine gave a vicious sounding bark, biting his teeth down onto Isaac's shoulder, and as Isaac recoiled, Agravaine ripped into Isaac with blazing claws. The Prime Beta wasn't done yet however, barely hanging on, he twirled around Agravaine, his claws and daggers flashing like shooting stars through the night sky as he pursued his advantage, cutting into the Corrupter numerous times, Agravaine unable to move fast enough to stop him. However, as Isaac stabbed his two daggers into Agravaine's shoulders, the Gwyllgi jerked his head backwards, crashing it into Isaac's face and when Isaac stumbled, he turned and blasted him away with a cry with a fireball exploding right into his chest, the fire seeping into his body.

Jackson ripped upward, exploiting Agravaine's distraction as he stomped towards Isaac to finish him off, his claws ripping into the beast savagely. Agravaine slapped him in the face only for Stiles' sword to flash into view, driving deep into his flesh. With a nod, Stiles and Jackson went at him together, Stiles using his sword to keep the Corrupter off balance while Jackson got close and dirty. Agravaine howled in rage, a sword leaping into his hand that he conjured out of his fire, blocking Stiles admittedly excellent form.

"What's the matter Agravaine, not able to stop us? Still raging I deceived you?" Stiles mocked, and Jackson shot him an appreciative grin as he rolled around Agravaine's legs, hacking into the back of his knees.

"I won't be beaten by the likes of you boy!" Agravaine thundered, dropping to his knees as Jackson raised his claws high to end him, but Agravaine savagely bit into Jackson's midriff, pouring more Baleful Breath into him.

Jackson screamed as the fire licked inside and up the side of his body, and Stiles hesitated for just a moment which gave Agravaine the opening he needed. Jolting back to his feet, he took hold of Jackson's head, crushing it in his grip and as he cried out in pain, Agravaine punched his face into the ground, leaving Jackson to go still. Stiles gave a hiss, his eyes shining a slight silver and attacked with his sword, but back on his feet, a blade of fire in hand, Agravaine was more than his equal, using an elegant but violent technique, which he then used to disarm Stiles. Stiles backed away in fright, readying his gauntlets, only for Agravaine to blast him with a stream of deadly fire, Stiles screaming as he was thrown across the room before landing in a heap on the ground, moaning and stirring feebly.

Scott surged into the opening left by the fall of his last two packmates, and to the spectators, it was like watching a lightshow as the two most powerful creatures in Beacon hills went at it. Scott was dancing and twirling, offensively defensive, striking Agravaine every time he managed an opening, the beast hard pressed to hold him off. Scott pushed ahead, claws and fangs glinting in the pale light of the steel mill as he and Agravaine hammered it out, the eyes of both packs on them as they battled, with such speed and ferocity that the air was starting to shimmer and ripple with heat coming off the two of them. Scott was relentless, and Agravaine was looking more and more frightened as Scott hammered away at his defences, his claws ripping into him, exploiting more and more holes in his form, he was getting close, the boy was so strong, despite all the power he had absorbed! Scott roared as the two battled, wanting nothing more than to rip the malignant look off Agravaine's face, but it was then that Agravaine spotted his key to victory: Scott was shaking.

Dodging another of Scott's swings, Agravaine lunged forward, his fiery claws plunging into Scott's chest, Scott stopping and gasping in pain. As the wolf shook, Agravaine stabbed his other claws into the other side of his chest, lifting Scott above his head, then tearing into him with his blazing fangs. Scott screeched in pain before Agravaine hoisted him off his claws, crashing him to the ground and with a final gesture, sent a current of fire blasting into Scott's chest, ploughing up the ground as he was sent tumbling along it, coming to a stop in a pile of rubble.

Agravaine's heart was pounding, he was panting in exhaustion. Scott's pack was stirring weakly, but they were defeated for now, more than enough time to do what had to be done. The boy…the boy was more powerful than he had ever imagined! He had grossly underestimated Scott. So, the True Alpha's power came from the rest of his pack, and if his pack fully believed in him and were united, why, they were virtually unstoppable. The entire battle had taken two, three minutes at most, however the only thing that had saved Agravaine was the amount of power he had absorbed up until this point, and the fact that Scott was dying.

If Scott hadn't resisted his power at first, if Scott had accepted his power and role as the Alpha to begin with, and fought like this, Agravaine would have been defeated the first week he'd arrived. If Scott hadn't been dying already, it would be Agravaine begging for mercy, not Scott and his friends.

If Scott hadn't been dying, Scott would have won.

But, history was written by the victors after all.

Smiling darkly, he strode not quite as menacingly as he'd hoped, the damage inflicted by Scott's pack was considerable, and snapped his hand down to lift Stiles off the ground, Stiles gurgling and kicking his legs as he did so, trying desperately to get him to stop him, stabbing his gauntlet claws into him, to no avail. Agravaine panted tiredly, feeling the keen eyes of his own pack on him as he lifted the manipulative little brat into the air.

"You thought you could deceive me, ME, and get away with it?" he growled, and Stiles allowed himself a small, smug smirk.

"Worked pretty well wouldn't you say?" he sneered, and Agravaine allowed himself a last dark chuckle.

The boy was amusing, he'd give him that. He was about to pay very dearly for what he had done, but he was amusing.

"This works well too," Agravaine whispered sadistically, and with a furious cry, he fired a column of fire at the bubble protecting the surrounded and exhausted other members of the pack.

"NO!" Stiles gasped as Scott stirred weakly, please, god, let something happen, make it stop…

Martagh, Kaisha and the Batwoman upped their power levels, trying to prevent the shield from collapsing under the new onslaught. Melissa, Chris and Camden forced the three kids and Danny to a protective position among them, while John hammered on the shield wall, Danny trying to restrain him as he looked anxiously at the shield wall. The heat was rising fast, sweat was beading on all their foreheads as the flames licked at their shield, it was so hot, they would soon be broiled alive, but that didn't stop John, determined to get to his son.

"Let my son go you evil son of a bitch!"

"Dad!" Stiles cried, tears in his eyes, the edges of his vision were darkening, and Agravaine permitted himself a smug, guttural chuckle.

"You deceived me…I made sure your possible deceit was made to come true, but you played a far longer game than I anticipated. Bravo my dear Stiles," he complimented, to deceive him, to manipulate him, to poison him, he had done well, he had taken advantage of Agravaine's own hubris, but he had done well to do so, and despite being stitched up to be a traitor had still remained loyal to his best friend, how quant, "bravo indeed. I'm very impressed. Your loyalty to Scott is truly commendable. In fact, I'll give you both the mercy of a quick death, don't worry," he purred, as his claws blazed to life, "Scott won't be long in this world after you depart it!" he spat, squeezing Stiles' neck as he swung his arm back to cleave Stiles in two.

Scott was shaking, black blood oozing from numerous wounds, from his ears, his nose, his mouth, but he wasn't going to let Agravaine destroy Stiles without a fight. Struggling to overcome the all-consuming agony he was in, he forced past the pain, his eyes glowing red as he hauled himself to his feet one last time, stomping towards Agravaine, his defeated pack eyeing him blearily as he did so, Scott feeling the strength of all of them surging through him, of Isaac, Derek, Malia, Lydia, Kira, Aiden, Ethan, Danny, Liam, Garrett, Violet, Stiles, even Allison, Erica, Boyd, the others as well, Camden, Rakaisha, the sheriff, Argent and his mother, he felt them all as he stomped towards Agravaine who swung his hand back, ready to cut Stiles in two.

And with a last, vicious cry of effort, Scott lunged forward, swinging his fist into Agravaine's face. The Gwyllgi stumbled back in shock, Stiles flying out of his grip and crashing down beside Malia, and the Gwyllgi fell right back onto Scott's outstretched claws, which Scott stabbed into his neck with savage satisfaction.

Agravaine let out a piteous moan as he dropped to the ground, Scott's claws embedded in his brain stem. Images flashes through Scott's mind at a mile a minute, and when it stopped, he became aware of Agravaine laughing, a hysterical, maniacal, mocking laughter. The Corrupter looked up at Scott, his claws still deep within his neck, eyes glowing malevolently as Scott sifted through his mind…

And with a vicious roar, Agravaine blasted a fireball into Scott's chest, blasting the young Alpha across the room, landing in a heap beside Isaac's weak, stirring form.

"You little fool!" Agravaine spat, spitting blood out of his mouth as he got back to his feet, his ruined trench coat hanging off him as he advanced upon the dying Alpha, who looked up at him weakly as he faded back to being a very ill human, "you had the perfect opportunity, you could have ripped my head off and no one would have thought less of you, and as always, failed to take it! Peter was right," he hissed, to which Scott glared, "you don't deserve to be an Alpha!"

The dog pack was watching, hovering worriedly, wondering what would come next as Scott's defeated pack watched on while clinging to consciousness and life itself.

"I'll never be an Alpha like that," Scott promised, coughing up more black blood, and Agravaine chuckled as he knelt down beside Scott, stroking his hair.

"Oh Scott…we could have been great together. Why did you have to be so noble? Out of interest, what exactly did you hope to achieve by reading my memories? Did you hope I would apologise, repent?" he mocked, laughing raucously, and while Malakai joined him in laughing, the other dogs remained a bit more reticent, so Malakai stopped laughing quickly, and to Agravaine's slight consternation, Scott, who was now holding Isaac's hand for grim life, gave him a cold smile, and Agravaine felt a deep-seated terror blossom in his stomach.

What was he so happy about?

"I wanted to check something, and I did." He explained, and Agravaine suddenly had a very bad feeling about this, what did he know.

"What?" he demanded, and Scott flicked his eyes over to the dogs.

"Bonnie, you were right."

Here we are, at long last, the beginning of the final battle! Only several years too late, but thank you if you've kept reading this long, and I hope you enjoy the finale!

Ill say more at the end, but the music list for this chapter is

The Kraken from Pirates of the Caribbean for Agravaine's theme
Barbossa is Hungry from the same for Peter's
The extended Teen Wolf theme for Scott vs Peter
Voldemort's End for Agravaine's betrayal
The Emperor's Death theme from Return of the Jedi for when the true allegiance is revealed
Brave Heart from the Japanese Digimon Adventure for when the pack goes on the offensive
Norwegian Pirate from Two Steps From Hell for Jackson's defining moment
And the heroic theme from the first Digimon movie for Scott getting what he needs

Anyway, hope you enjoy, and read on, only two chapters left, and next chapter, we get all of Agravaine's dirty little backstory!