True Alpha Scott McCall felt a rush of excitement run through him when he delivered the finishing blow and killed Sebastien Valet, the beast of Gevaudan. It was like nothing he has ever felt before, watching as the ancient werewolf's spirit get destroyed by the special sword and disappear with it. It felt like...
That thought was stopped when the McCall felt an excruciating pain ran through his body and his flesh and bones shifting, breaking and repairing at the same time while his blood and eyes burned. He screamed in agony and tried to arch backward, especially when he felt his spine breaking, but found himself bending forward on all fours, gums aching as much as his body.
Scott thought his first full moon transformation was excruciating, but this, this definitely topped it as his screams turned to growls. Lydia Martin, Deputy Jordan Parrish, Kira Yukimura, Liam Dunbar, Mason Hewitt and Corey Bryant watched in shock as Scott tore his clothes and transformed into a wolf, an actual brown full wolf with alpha red eyes!
Jordan was amazed and puzzled by the sight. He was amazed by the wolf before him, but was puzzled by the pain the alpha went through to achieve the transformation. The hellhound didn't know much about werewolves, but he did know that the McCall wasn't supposed to go through the agony he went through.
He witnessed Derek Hale's transformation after all, well, part of it, but he was quite sure the werewolf wasn't in pain like Scott. His transformation was actually smooth. Jordan was pulled out of his short contemplation when they all saw wolf-Scott lift his head up and what followed next, was the most primal alpha wolf howl the pack has ever heard from the true alpha.
It was raw, it was unrestrained, it was so primal and dominating that it forced them all to lower their heads in submission and a healthy dose of fear even as Liam, Kira and Lydia felt empowered by it. Scott felt alive. No, scratch that, he felt more than alive. Like a spark lit up in him. He felt complete.
The alpha would have never thought his senses and power would ever be more heightened or feel as warm as he felt, but that was exactly how he felt. Scott felt like going for a run and... At that moment, he caught a scent, a scent he knew all too well. Blood. But this time, it smelled heavenly, inviting and upon turning to see where it came from exactly, apart from everyone around him, he found the source to be Lydia's neck.
Drool ran down Scott's mouth even as his throat dried when he saw the bandage on the banshee's neck soaked with blood and could not help but ran his tongue over his fangs. Lydia disappeared and in her place, the wolf saw a tasty meal to quench his thirst. The others saw wolf-Scott's eyes lock in on the banshee, hunger quite clear in them.
The hairs on the back of their necks stood up, sensing the presence of a predator, none more so than Lydia, especially when he stalked towards her. The banshee could see that her friend was not himself and if she showed weakness, he would definitely pick up on it and be encouraged, so she tried to knock some sense into him before he fully gave in to the blood lust, but a sudden urge to wail hit her, hard.
It took but a moment for her to hear the voices only a banshee could hear screaming about an impending death and when she heard them, the Martin felt the air get knocked out of her. Lydia tried hard to hold in the scream, she really did, but she couldn't, for when a banshee senses death, particularly of those close to them, they involuntary screamed and that's exactly what she did.
Scott could taste the blood even before he got close to Lydia, but he was knocked out of his blood lust haze when her wail pierced his ears and heard her scream out a name with tears in her eyes, but it wasn't his. It was...
"STILES!" Wailed a distraught Lydia Martin, and the wail echoed throughout the tunnels and Beacon Hills.
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By the time the scream reached Malia Tate's ears, it was too late. Stiles' sudden appearance through the back door worked in Corrine's favor and the young werecoyote couldn't stop her biological mother from shooting him in time.
"Oh, God." Said Stiles, right before the gun went off.
He might have heard the shot, but he never got to feel it, for Corrine shot him straight between the eyes, a smug smirk on her face. She didn't want to give her daughter the chance to save the boy or even say goodbyes, and the best way to ensure that was a bullet to his head. It served her right for being a parasite and stealing her power.
"Stiles!" Called Malia, as she saw her former boyfriend's body fall in slow motion and rushed to break it's fall, tears silently falling down her cheeks, but she felt numb.
So, so, numb. The girl slid down with Stiles' lifeless body in her arms and held on tight. She warned him that Corrine might want to kill him too for this very reason, but it didn't matter in the end because he walking straight to his death and her mother didn't miss the chance.
The older werecoyote took great pleasure in taking another moment from Malia by shooting the girl in the shoulder, forcing her to let go of the human's body. The girl cried out in pain, reminded that the person responsible for Stiles' death was still around but held on to one of his hands.
Corrine didn't give Malia any chance before she once again shoot her, but this time in the hamstring to prevent her from standing. She wanted to taunt her offspring a little before killing her and the groan she got from shooting her the second time was truly satisfying.
The woman knew it was petty but she had to live 17 years without her power, all because of Malia, so she thought it fitting that the girl suffer a little before dying. It helped that Braeden couldn't shot her from where they were.
That thought had Corrine grinning widely and causing Malia to try and push away from her mother. That was when she felt something in Stiles hand slip into hers. Belasko's talons, although she didn't know that just yet.
Braeden was confused over what was happening inside the house. She was sweating profusely and slipping in and out of consciousness because of the blood loss from the wound she received when the desert wolf shot her, so she couldn't quite keep up with what was happening. The mercenary was actually unconscious when she was woken up by a gun shot and then heard Malia screaming Stiles' name.
Just as she was about to lose consciousness once again, two more gun shots rang, preventing that from happening and making her endure the pain. Braeden tried to help Malia and distract herself from the pain, but that proved difficult with none of the werecoyotes or Stiles in sight, not to mention moving caused the bullet buried inside her gut to move, increasing the pain.
Another gun shot rang out and the Tate's scream followed suit, encouraging the human to at least try to get inside the house, but that proved difficult when she found herself losing consciousness once again, falling over the mountain ash barrier and breaking it in the process. Braeden tried to close it but she wasn't able to stay conscious long enough.
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Lydia's scream caused a certain painful memory to come forth, for there was only one other time the banshee screamed someone's name like that. The memory was still quite fresh in Scott's mind after Sebastien made him relieve it and he couldn't take it. Lydia once screamed out Allison Argent's name and what followed broke his heart.
Allison died. She died in his arms because he couldn't save her. And now that Lydia screamed, Scott knew exactly what would follow and he felt a part of him die once again. Liam felt more than saw his alpha's pain. While Lydia broke down and cried, with Kira embracing her and following suit as she too was there when Allison died, Scott could not cry in his wolf form, but the mournful whimper and anguish in his chemo-signals more than made up for the tears.
The beta knew deep down just what that meant, and he found it hard to breath, especially when he sensed his pack's grief. Mason in his confusion over what was happening, went to his best friend's side to offer his support.
He didn't know or understand what was going on, but by the way Liam reacted after staring at Kira, Lydia and Scott, told him something bad happened, so he offered his best friend support. Corey felt like an outsider and rushed to leave, but that drew Scott's attention and the wolf's grief quickly transformed to primal rage.
Scott wanted to lash out and destroy everything in his path, the pain was just too much and the chimera's sudden movement gave him a target. He locked on to Corey and stalked towards him, snarling with murder in his eyes. Losing Allison nearly broke the true alpha, but losing Stiles was the last straw. He couldn't take it anymore.
He didn't care about being the good guy anymore, he just wanted to destroy and let the world share his pain. Sebastien said that he fought without a killer instinct, well, he was about to...
"Scott, Don't! You can't do this!" Called out Jordan, getting between Scott and Corey.
The wolf growled deep, baring his teeth and rushed to attack the damn hellhound for getting in his way. No one could tell him what he could and could not do. No one! When he was done with Jordan and Corey, the person responsible for Stiles' death was going to meet a gruesome end. That, Scott promised himself.
The hellhound didn't expect the wolf to respond as he did, but transformed to defend himself. Cerberus felt it necessary to prevent the true alpha from killing Corey, for it knew that would just be the start of a killing spree. It sensed the being that was unleashed when Scot killed Sebastien and knew not to let it loose.
What Cerberus felt, so did Jordan, for they were merged now, so he knew he needed to stop Scott, but the moment he was covered in flames, they were extinguish and he was left with his partial hound form before the enraged alpha tackled him to the ground and immediately went for the throat.
"SCOTT!" Screamed Lydia, stopping her alpha and friend's jaws just half an inch from Jordan's throat.
Jordan could actually feel the wolf's warm breath and saliva drop on his throat, but he quickly used Scott's pause to his advantage and kicked him off of him, sending the wolf flying, and got to his feet. Scott landed on his feet and viciously snarled before he went to charge towards the hellhound. The hound went to follow the wolf's lead but Lydia got between them, a furious disapproving look in her eyes.
"Stop it!" She exclaimed, looking between the two shape-shifters.
Scott bared his teeth at Lydia, but the girl didn't back down, instead, she gave him her full attention.
"I know how you feel, OK? I, I know." She told him, voice soft.
The he-wolf smelled the truth in Lydia's statement and scent, and that drove home just how real the situation was. He didn't want to acknowledge it, he didn't! So, he turned away from her before she could say anything more but was met with Kira's soft, tender and teary eyes. All hope of escaping the truth faded immediately, for he knew he could not run away from her or Lydia.
The pain that he tried to replace with anger came back and it felt like someone really strong hit his guy with a hummer, hard. Kira approached Scott when she heard him whimper and hugged him around the neck and felt his head rest on her shoulder.
Lydia and Liam joined their pack mates while Jordan calmed down and watched on with Mason and Corey. Neither member of the McCall Pack wanted to leave and confirm Stiles' death. They didn't. They knew what they would find, but they also knew that they had to check on Malia and Braeden.
That thought made Scott pull himself together and focus on what he needed to do before he could give in to grief. The pack slowly pulled apart and the alpha immediately turned to his bitten beta and used the limited telepathy he had with him to tell Liam to get Corey and Mason home. To everyone else, it looked like Scott was barking nonsense but to Liam, it was an order from his alpha that he immediately carried out.
He signaled for his friends to follow him and they left. Although he was pissed at Corey for not stepping in and helping them in the fight, tonight was not the night to confront him. Once Liam, Mason and Corey were gone, Scott turned to Jordan and gave him a look before he barked another order, looking at Kira and Lydia then returned his eyes on Jordan who seemed to understand that he was supposed to watch over them.
The true alpha circled around the two girls, brushing against them to cover them with his scent while they ran their hands through his soft brown fur before he ran out. He still had a pack mate and an ally to see to.
"Is he going to be alright?" Asked the kitsune, collapsing her sword to its belt form.
"I don't know." Replied Lydia.
She has never seen Scott like that before. No, that was a lie. She, along with everyone, got a clips of an aggressive Scott when he invaded Corey's mind without permission when he was desperate to find Liam when the chimera proved to be a slow reader and he grew impatient. She didn't know how to feel about that.
But what she did know was that Scott was definitely never going to be the same if Stiles truly died, and neither was she. Allison's death almost destroyed them, Stiles'? It might just be the...
"Are you going to be alright, Lydia?" Jordan asked, interrupting the girl's thoughts, coming over to her as he shifted to human form.
"I, I don't know." And she didn't, for all she knew was death.
The hellhound went with his instinct and enveloped the girl with a hug that she quickly returned. Kira's heart broke at the sight and she turned away, leaving them as they were, fresh tears falling down her cheeks. She only came back to fight with her friends, with her pack one last time, for she had to go away.
It hurt seeing Lydia and Jordan as they were because the thunder kitsune knew there wouldn't be anymore moments like that between her and Scott after she breaks up with him and leaves town. She had an agreement with the skinwalkers. They were going to help her regain control and find balance with her fox spirit, but Kira had to stay with the skinwalkers for the duration of her training. Without outside contact.
Those were their terms. That meant the young Yukimura had to break up with her boyfriend and leave him just after he lost his best friend. It was like the whole situation with Allison and Isaac all over again. It didn't help that there was a chance Kira wasn't going to see her friends again after finding balance because her parents were leaving Beacon Hills.
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Deucalion, Chris and Gerard heard both Scott's alpha howl and Lydia's scream and the older Argent couldn't help but take joy in knowing Scott McCall lost his best friend even as he clutched his arm after his own son shot him.
"It looks like a certain wolf just lost a friend." Commented Gerard, his amusement clear to all.
That pissed off Chris and he ended up hitting his father with the back of his gun hard on his head, knocking him out. The Argent couldn't help but remember arriving at Oak Creek to the sight of his daughter lying in Scott's arms, lifeless. It wasn't easy getting the alpha to let go of her still body just as it wasn't easy seeing her dead and having to coach the boy through covering Allison's true cause of death.
Chris felt like Gerard was spitting on daughter's memory by finding the situation amusing. Allison died to save her friends and he wasn't about to let the old man spit on that. Deucalion picked up on Chris' emotional state and silently took out the bullet Gerard shot him with before he stood up and excused himself.
He would talk with Scott later, he knew the young wolf would seek him out. The demon wolf also knew that it was time he repaid the older Argent for blinding and now shooting him. But more importantly, he needed to eliminate a threat to Scott, especially if what he suspected was true.
The boy's alpha roar sounded more wolf than before, so, it was likely that the true alpha killed someone, and unknowingly evoked his werewolf curse and broke the curse placed on him by the Calix Witch Coven at birth. The true reason Deucalion came after Scott in the first place. The demon wolf couldn't allow Gerard to live and discover the truth behind the young alpha's parentage.
He couldn't and wouldn't. That man was the most vile human he knew.
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Deucalion and the Argents weren't the only ones who heard Scott and Lydia, Theo heard them too and took great pleasure in Stiles' demise. The human should have taken him up on his offer and now he paid the price. The chimera sneaked away from the demon wolf and the father and son duo a while ago.
Since Scott saw fit to ruin his plans, he wanted to pay him back. While Theo was looking for the true alpha, he saw a blur pass just ahead of him and a moment later, Scott's scent hit his nose, surprising him. The boy was puzzled for a moment before he realized where Scott was heading and followed suit.
It seemed like he had one more chance to kill Scott McCall, and this time, Theo planned to tear him apart since the true alpha proved capable of resurrection. He followed the McCall's scent and noticed that something was different with it, but did not think much of it. A change in Scott's scent wasn't going to save him, and with that thought, he gave chase.
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Scott ran as fast as he could once he got out of the tunnels and was surprised at the speed he reached. Everything was like a blur and he felt like he was flying. He knew how fast he could be, but this was way faster than Peter Hale as a beast alpha, and even Deucalion back at the abandoned distillery building during a full moon.
Faster than when he beat Peter a few months ago. But that was not important, what was important was getting to his house as fast as supernaturally possible, so Scott pushed harder and his wolf form responded beautifully. Unknowingly creating quite a gap between Theo and himself.
It was like everything slowed down in his line of sight while his peripheral vision completely blurred. Tunnel vision. It felt great! Thankfully, it was night time so the road wasn't as busy as during the day or early evening.
The McCall arrived at his house in no time and when he did, he found an unconscious Braeden lying on her front on the front door threshold in a small pool of her own blood. It took half a moment for the last part to register. Blood!
Scott's mind clouded, throat dried and his thirst came back, but this time, stronger. He lowered his head to lick the blood on the floor and when he did, it didn't take long for his tastebuds to explode. The true alpha never knew blood could be so...
Tasty! No, that was an understatement. One word; euphoric. But it wasn't just the taste, it was the power that came with the blood. It was indescribable. Scott went in to lick some more of it until he reached its source, Braeden, and just when he was about to sink his teeth into her flesh, he heard...
"Why don't you just kill me already?" Asked a frustrated but strained female voice.
Malia's.
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Corrine laughed at Malia's question, but she didn't realize that the girl found Belasko's talons that Scott gave Stiles to give to her and was buying time to put them on. Subtlety was never her strongest trait outside hunting and sneaking around in her coyote form, but this time...
"Isn't it obvious, sweetheart? I want you to make you suffer before I finally reclaim my power. The power that you stole from me." Replied Corrine.
"I didn't..."
"Shut up!" She growled out, interrupted Malia. "Since you're in a hurry to die, I just kill you so you can stop whining."
With that said, the older she-coyote partially shifted and the girl was met with her mother's blue coyote eyes, an eye color they had in common for killing people who didn't kill anyone themselves, but that was not all she saw. Her eyes locked with alpha red ones behind her mother.
The Tate only knew of one alpha who would come to her aid. Her very own alpha. Scott McCall. Corrine went to bury her claws in her downed daughter's abdomen but heard a deep growl behind her.
Malia watched as her mother turned around only for a brown alpha wolf to tackle her to the floor before it sank it's teeth into her neck faster than she could react and held on tight as it viciously tore the flesh and threw it to the side. Shocking the Tate.
Corrine screamed in agony and fought back by clawing the sides of the wolf, especially when she felt it bite into her neck once again, but this time, something very weird happened. She felt it suck her blood and heard it swallow, she could swear it sighed in content before it repeated the action. What she didn't see was the wolf's red eyes also glowed brighter as it augmented itself with her life force and power.
Now that, that just pushed the woman's self-preservation instincts to their most primal nature and she kicked and clawed at anything and everything to get the damn wolf to let go of her neck, but it just sank it's fangs deeper before... Malia heard a bone chilling snap after the wolf that she was no longer sure was her alpha let go of Corrine's neck for but a split second before it went straight for the throat and twisted the desert wolf's neck, killing her, but it held on still.
The now only living she-coyote in the house couldn't believe what just happened, especially when the wolf's scent confirmed that it... No, he, that he was Scott. The wolf form was a surprise, but the vicious killing... Malia's disbelief was cut short when she saw a fully transformed Theo rush in with his sight set on the distracted true alpha.
She didn't need to have super senses to know his intentions and she couldn't let them be carried out. One loss was enough. Theo thought he had Scott right where he wanted him and drew back his clawed hand to strike the back of the wolf's neck. It was quite a surprise to find out that the McCall could now shape-shift into an actual wolf but that did not distract the first chimera, fortunately, although not for him.
The he-coyote felt something tug at his shoulder and when he turned to see what it was, Malia buried her talon clad hand into his abdomen before they along with her coyote eyes glowed bright blue as they began siphoning, causing Theo to gasp in surprise and pain, for he hadn't seen the girl in the room.
He tried to fight back but felt his life drain away. Malia's bright blue eyes told his exactly where his life force was going. The boy recalled Deucalion's lesson about taking power; pain, life, power. But by the time that thought crossed his mind, it was too late. Malia couldn't believe the power that flooded her being, it was incredible.
She couldn't get drunk but she was sure she was. The girl sighed in content when Theo's body hit the floor after she let go of it. He betrayed her trust and threatened her alpha's life after all. The power she subsumed and augmented herself with was amazing! The Tate allowed herself to drown in it and was surprised by what happened.
The moment Scott was sure he drained Corrine's body of all its blood, he was hit by an electric spark, causing him to rip the woman's throat in surprise and turn around to see the source, only to see a stunned Malia surrounded by lightning spark and the house lights flickering. He almost mistook her for Kira, until he saw Theo's body at her feet and recalled the boy electrocuting him and Liam.
Thinking about that reminded the true alpha why he was there in the first and grief once again hit him hard when he saw his best friend's lifeless body on the floor and whimpered. He walked over to it and sat beside it, head on its chest. When Malia saw that, her light show came to an abrupt halt and she followed suit.
"I'm sorry." She said, head bowed and eyes low.
The he-wolf stared at Stiles body for a moment longer before he stood up and circled around to the girl's side before he surprised her by licking her face and rubbing against her. The Tate was relieved for she knew what that meant. She spend 8 years in the woods after all, seeing how the animals in the wild interacted up close.
It helped that Malia didn't smell anger from Scott directed to her, so she buried her face into his soft and comfortable fur before she remembered someone.
"Braeden!" That caused Scott to recall how he left her.
Although the boy didn't want to leave his best friend's body, he had to check on the woman. He quickly stood up and ran to the front door with Malia. They found Braeden still unconscious and the girl narrowed her eyes on wolf-Scott when she saw the lick marks on the floor when she tried to wake the human, he ignored her.
It was in that moment that Malia remembered the talons on her fingers but decided to take them out after getting Braeden inside and the true alpha watched as the she-coyote picked up the mercenary from the floor.
"Where do I take her?" She asked.
The McCall tried to come up with an answer before he remembered that he was in his wolf form and although he could use his limited telepathy with her, he really needed to be in human form to deal with things. By things he meant getting Braeden help and decide how to deal with his best friend, Theo and Corrine's lifeless bodies.
He wished he was in his human form so that he could... Scott suddenly felt himself transforming out of his wolf form to the human one when he thought of his human form and was very grateful when he didn't feel the agonizing pain he felt back in the tunnels. The transformation was actually smooth this time, pain free.
It reminded him of the first time he saw Malia shifting into her human form after he forced her to with his alpha roar. His first alpha roar. Malia was about to take Braeden to Scott's room since he didn't reply when she saw him shape-shift into his human form, naked as the day he was born. She couldn't help but recall taking her human form for the first time in years.
He was witness to it and now she was witness to his. The McCall felt naked and cold without his fur. He finally understood Malia's complaints during her earlier stages as a human after spending 8 years in her coyote form. Thinking about the beta, the alpha caught her staring at his body.
That confused him a bit before he realized that he didn't just feel naked because he no longer had fur, he was literally naked and Malia was shamelessly taking in his human form, making the boy feel self-conscious. Scott quickly covered his penis, grateful it was not erect. Oh, he could just hear Stiles making a joke about that. His best friend wouldn't have missed the opportunity.
"Malia!" The alpha admonished.
Though Malia has been single for a whole now, Scott was dating someone, and...
"What? You've seen me naked, and I don't remember you looking away." She pointed out.
The boy tried to defend himself but came up empty, so, instead, he told the girl to take Braeden to the spare bedroom since it had its own bathroom and asked for her phone before heading to his room. He couldn't use his own phone because he left it in the tunnels when transformed into his wolf form for the first time.
Heading to his bedroom, he pushed the fact that he drank blood out of his mind and thought of who to call and immediately took Stiles dad off his mental list of people to call first. That was the one call he dreaded more than any other and Sheriff Stilinski was just not the right person to call first.
Especially after the way the law enforcement officer handled Kira's case. Scott truly only think of one person that he knew he could trust to help him with the situation. He knew he wasn't in the right place to think ahead, not when he just drained someone's body of its blood.
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Deucalion watched as Chris Argent drove away from the place he left his murderous father at (Argent Arms International Armory) after he received a call from Scott. Although the boy didn't specify why he needed the hunter to go to his house urgently, the demon wolf could guess. What with Lydia's scream. But that was not why he was at what looked like Gerard's new place.
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Jordan took Lydia to the hospital to get her neck injury checked before taking her home after making sure Kira was alright. When he was about to leave, the banshee asked him to stay and the hellhound's supernatural connection with her convinced him to, against his best judgement.
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Noshiko and Ken Yukimura were packing their things away when Kira arrived and the girl's heart broke at the sight. Ken stopped what he was doing and went to give his daughter a hug. Seeing his only child break down and cry broke his heart, but they had to do what was best for their family. Beacon Hills was proving to be too much of a beacon for trouble.
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"How is she?" Asked Scott, upon stopping at the guest room door but didn't enter after getting some clothes to wear and calling Chris.
"I don't know, but I just cleaned the wound, took her pain and waited for you to get the bullet out." Replied Malia, standing up from the bed.
"Malia, I don't think it's a good idea for me to be anywhere near fresh blood, especially an open wound." Informed the boy, not meeting the she-coyote's eyes.
She raised an eyebrow for a moment before remembering what happened earlier.
"About that..."
"I don't know." Scott interrupted Malia's question, already knowing what she was going to ask, before continuing, feeling lost. "I have no idea what's going on with me. It all started after I killed Sebastien and..."
"Wait, wait! You killed someone before coming here?" Inquired a shocked Malia.
She thought Scott's first kill was her mother! Even thinking about that was surreal.
"Um, yes." He replied, and slowly raised his head to meet her eyes. "I, I had to, Malia. I..."
The he-wolf tried to convince the Tate but she stopped him.
"I know, Scott. I know if you killed someone it's because there was no other choice. And I can't really judge you, I killed my family and..."
"You were 9 years old, Malia. 9! Not only that, but you were also distressed during a full moon, your first full moon, with no prior knowledge or guidance concerning your supernatural status. There's no way you were aware of what you were doing and you definitely couldn't control yourself." Said Scott, when he smelled Malia's guilt, then unconsciously stepped into the room.
He came closer to her and looked her in the eye before he continued, not realizing his eyes dilated, and Malia's responded.
"Killing your adoptive mother and sister was never a conscious decision, Malia. You know how much the full moon affects us even at our age, all of us, both born and bitten. The full moon heightens our natural aggression, impulses and blood lust as much as it does our abilities, but at the cost of our rationality and clear state of mind.
To this day, there are things I don't remember from my early days as a werewolf, and I kind of had help. I can't imagine a 9-year-old who just suddenly shifted for the first time, due to the full moon and panic, being able to control themselves or even be conscious of their actions. I mean, look at Kate, she knew about and hunted shape-shifters for years and yet she wasn't able to control herself even after months of being a werejaguar!
Can you honestly blame your-9-year-old-self for something even an experienced adult like Kate wasn't able to do, Malia? I don't, nor do I hold it against you. I actually think you're one of the most amazing, bravest and strongest women I know and admire." Both the Tate and McCall blinked, feeling a little strange, before the former took in the latter's words.
She didn't know how much she needed to hear those words until she did. They meant a lot to her, especially since they came from Scott. Before anything more could be said, Malia and Scott heard a car arrive at the house that the latter immediately identified.
"That's Chris." He said, moving to leave the room but stopped to say one more thing. "Don't let your guilt over what happened 8 years ago define you and who you are now, Malia. If it helps, you're a way better person than I am. You didn't enjoy your first kills like I did, and I don't even regret it."
With those shocking last words said, the true alpha left a stunned Tate behind. He was just as stunned that he actually admitted it out loud, although it was true.
