Tamora Monroe's Main Army Base
Scott's POV
"I warned you, Monroe," I said to a kneeling Tamora Monroe, vengeance clear in my voice as I withdrew my claws from the back of her neck, her security personnel laying dead near the door and guns, roars, howls and screams coming from the outside and the heat of the battle. "I told you I would find you. I told you..."
"Just do it, you monster!" Monroe interrupted me defiantly. "Just kill me and get it over with."
"No," I replied before I threw her from one side of her office to the other side and she hit hard against the wall but refused to voice her pain although it was as clear as day. "Not yet."
Monroe chuckled through her pain as I stalked her.
"You think you've won, don't you, McCall?" She responded still chuckling. "You think this will end here but you are wrong. You might have stolen my knowledge from my mind and taken this base but my protege..."
"Will do nothing." I interrupted as I stood before Monroe in all my bloody, clawed, fanged, and menacing red-eyed glory. "He's already dead. Malia sent me a photo of his severed head while you were cowering in here and the Association didn't attack just your base, Monroe.
We attacked every single one of your known bases and once I'm done with you, I will order the Associates in reserve to kill and destroy the rest of your army and resources."
Monroe's chuckle turned into a loathsome glare at the revelation before it morphed into a sneer.
"You might not have been a murderer in the beginning but now, now your hands are metaphorically and literally drenched in blood." She noted and then added provocatively while cautiously getting to her feet. "Including Liam's blood and life."
"Don't..." I tried to warn her, her words a dagger to my heart, but she continued.
"All you had to do was choose to save him over those twin abominations you made with Kira and call chil... Ow...!"
I saw right through Monroe's motive but I still fell for it, since I angrily punched her face, hard enough to knock a tooth out, but she kept on provoking me further, trying to push me to give her a swift death.
She succeeded in provoking me but unfortunately for her, reminding me how she forced me to choose between killing my first werewolf progeny and my biological progenies only sharpened my need to see her suffer and endure a prolonged death because killing Liam killed a part of me and tortured the rest every single day.
Monroe called me a monster. She was right. I was a monster and sure proved it.
I maimed her.
I tortured her in a way only a hardened war commander in chief could while making sure the victim was alive.
I then mind-melded with her again and shattered her psych, repaired it, and then went back to maiming her and repeated the cycle until Alec came to the office and I almost killed him in the heat of the moment.
But here is the thing, although I managed to stop myself at the last second, unable to kill one of my own again, I'm not conscious at the moment.
I'm asleep, reliving that day and memory as though it was happening all over again, only I don't stop myself from killing Alec.
Wait. No. It wasn't Alec. It was Liam in Alec's place and his eyes were rightfully accusing me of his murder, counting himself among those I killed during the war and they were many.
Peter was right, no one made it through a war with clean hands.
TRANSITION
McCall House, Beacon Hills Preserve
Malia's POV
"Scott! Hey, Scott! Wake up! Scott!" I tried to wake a tossing and turning and sweating and crying and sleep talking Scott.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!"
OK. Scott wasn't sleep talking, he was sleep screaming and I didn't just hear how sorry he was, I smelled and felt how sorry he was and I knew what he was sorry about and what his nightmare was about.
It wasn't the first time this happened and it was almost definitely not the last.
Killing Liam broke Scott in a way the war never did and that was Tamora Monroe's goal all along.
Scott became the pillar of the supernatural community worldwide over the years and this was the price he had to pay after he was made leader of the International Supernatural Association (ISA or the Association).
Monroe didn't take that well, especially when the Association's morale increased, and pulled all the stops to break Scott and in turn destroy the Association's morale and trust in Scott's leadership.
"You're right." Scott suddenly said in a broken whisper. "I, I am a monster."
"Liam has never said that, Scott. And he wouldn't have said that." I said softly, cupping his sweaty cheek and wiping a tear that just left his tear duct before tapping into my were-coyote voice, glad the room was soundproofed. "Scott, wake up!"
TRANSITION
Kira's POV
"Where is dad?" Lunar asked about a minute after she greeted everyone and sat down for breakfast, joining me, her fraternal twin brother Kaminari and their younger sister Kylie.
I knew she checked for fresh scents of our household members the moment she entered the room just like she was taught along with Kaminari like we taught them while we were still busy teaching Kylie to be vigilant and aware of her surroundings since her supernatural genes were dormant because she was still young.
"Still sleeping, honey," I answered between bites.
"Mom went up to wake daddy," Kylie added.
"I tried to stop her so we could arrive late at school but she saw through me," Kaminari said.
"Volunteer next time," Lunar advised.
"He tried," I responded to the advice with an amused smile. "We were once teenagers like you, you know. We know all the tricks."
And we did. If not all, then most.
We had to so that we could win and end the war against Monroe and her hunters and pay her back for the situation she put us in.
I was just grateful that there was no need for me to use the tricks that I learned during the war to cause harm but to nurture my children who included seven-year-old Kylie Tate-Hale-McCall, my child in every way except biological.
Our family was just like us, unconventional, and that was how I loved it.
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