Arianna Le Fey: Thank you so much! :) and yes, Scott and Loki are endgame, although I can't promise it will always be smooth sailing for them.
Disclaimer: I don't own Teen Wolf
also, here's a trigger warning just in case. there's no suicide explicitly mentioned in this chapter but it's based of an episode that centers around it, so.
Loki watched from the shadows of the abandoned mall as the battle progressed. She'd been strictly instructed by Deucalion to do nothing, to not reveal herself to Scott or any of his friends for as long as possible. She wasn't sure exactly why he cared so much, because he didn't seem to have any qualms about Scott knowing what the rest of the pack was up to. But still, she listened to Deucalion's orders. She managed to stay far enough from the actual battle that she shouldn't have been noticed.
But she hadn't counted on another person showing up.
The hunter from school was there, standing just opposite of Loki on the second floor. Her attention had been focused not on Loki, but on the fight below, where Loki's pack had just gained the upper hand. The arrows she was firing were flashbang arrows, and the blinking light seared in Loki's eyes, making her look away. That momentary distraction gave the hunter enough time to see Loki.
The female Alpha screwed her eyes shut, trying to distill the pain. When she reopened them, Allison was staring directly at her. The archer's lips were parted in confusion, but Loki knew that she would put two and two together. The damage had been done.
Loki had left the mall after that, returning to the penthouse her pack had been staying. It wasn't until the others returned that she learned how badly injured Ennis was.
"Am I getting too close? I'm getting way too close, aren't I?" Allison babbled nervously as she kept the Beacon Hills High School bus she was following in sight. The huntress and her best friend had been following the school bus for hours, and now they were directly behind it. Lydia sighed in faux-boredom, checking her nails as she responded.
"That depends. Are you just following the bus, or are you planning on mounting it at some point." Allison winced and nodded.
"Yeah, I should back off." Lydia hummed.
"Well, that also depends. Oh, are you talking about the bus, or the ex-boyfriend you're currently stalking?" This time, Allison scoffed and shook her head in response to her friends remark.
"After what happened last night, I'm not letting him out of my sight." She glanced over at Lydia before continuing. "And besides, I saw that girl he's been with there. I don't know what she was doing, but that's definitely not innocent." Lydia snorted.
"So what, is this you getting jealous that he's moved on?" Allison shook her head vehemently.
"No! That is – no! I'm just…worried. For a friend. I want him to be safe." Lydia let out a breath of amusement.
"So what are you going to do? Just walk up to him – 'hey, Scott, by the way, I'm swear I'm not jealous or anything, but that new girl you're with? Don't be with her, she's evil.' Yeah, that doesn't sound possessive at all." Allison scowled, tightening her grip on the steering wheel.
"Well, if I have to, I'll tell him point blank what I saw." Lydia hummed, clearly unconvinced and unimpressed. Allison continued, her voice adopting a defensive tone. "And by the way, this all started when he came knocking at my door."
Loki sighed in frustration, looking out the window of the bus. She checked her phone and then glanced over at Ethan. He shook his head slightly and she faced forward again. After the battle last night, it was ridiculous how she, Ethan and the three Betas were all on the same bus together. Every now and then, Loki would tune her ears to listen into Stiles and Scott, Boyd and Isaac, or Danny and Ethan. None of their conversations up to this point had been particularly interesting.
She half-listened to the coach berating some kid she didn't know for what was his apparently consistent habit of getting carsick when on road trips.
"McCall, not you too!" Okay, that caught Loki's attention. She turned towards Scott in the back of the bus. He was resting his head against the window like it was too heavy to hold up, and his eyes were half-closed. When the coach called his name, he looked up, opening his eyes in an attempt to seem alert.
"No, Coach. I'm good." Loki focused her senses, inhaling slightly and cringing when the smell of blood hit her nose. Something else, something bitter bordered the smell of blood. It smelled like poison, like infection. Whatever it was, Scott clearly wasn't healing. Even though she knew that she shouldn't care about Scott, concern welled in her.
Loki sighed and checked her phone again. The bus came to a sudden halt, making Loki's knees slam against the seat in front of her. Peering out the window, she realized that they were stuck in a major traffic jam. She groaned.
"Perfect," she muttered under her breath. The distinct sound of growling pulled her attention from the seemingly infinite line of cars to Boyd and Isaac sitting a few seats away from her. She saw Boyd's hand curl around the edge of the seat, and he sunk his claws into the leather cushioning. She could hear his heart beat picking up. Loki shook her head, glancing from Boyd to Ethan. Ethan seemed unaware of the potential threat. Loki leaned forward, tensing, ready to defend Ethan if she needed to.
Something hit the side of her seat. It was Scott, staggering his way up the bus to get to Boyd. She saw him grab the other boys hand, saw him lean close to Boyd. And she saw Boyd calm down. Loki kept her eyes on Scott as he pulled himself to his feet and limped back to his seat at the back of the bus. Loki glanced at her phone again, straining her ears to catch their conversation.
"Crisis averted?" Stiles asked his friend. Scott grunted affirmatively, dropping back into his seat.
"Okay, good. 'Cause we've got another problem. Ethan keeps checking his phone, like every five minutes. It's like he's waiting for something, you know a message, or a signal of some kind. I don't know, something evil though – I can tell. I have a very perceptive eye for evil, you know what." Stiles said this all very fast and he had to stop to take a breath before continuing. "Also, your little girlfriend Loki is checking her phone too. And she hangs around the twins all the time. Tell me that isn't at least a tiny bit suspicious?" Loki tensed automatically, waiting for Scott's response. She forced herself to relax, facing the front so it wasn't obvious that she was listening.
"Stiles, she doesn't smell like a werewolf. And she's not my girlfriend! But she can't – she's not with them. She told me so, and she wasn't lying." Loki felt the slightest bit guilty about fooling Scott, but she forced herself to squash it down. She had her orders, and she was following them.
"Whoa, whoa. You asked her?!"
"Not directly! That's not what we have to worry about anyways. I don't like Ethan – " Loki let her attention fall away from Stiles and Scott's conversation, instead focusing on her phone. She refreshed her messages again. Patience was not one of her strong suits. Glancing back at Ethan, she saw he was talking to Danny, and Loki leaned slightly closer to catch his words. Ethan was talking very softly, making Loki think that he didn't want her to hear whatever he was about to say.
"- family member in the hospital. He might not last much longer." Loki exhaled, struggling to control her irritation. Ethan had no business telling Danny what was going on. Loki watched as Danny nodded, placing his hand on Ethan's arm as if to comfort him. A moment passed and the dark haired human pulled out his phone, typing out a message. Ethan glanced over at Loki, looking guilty. The girl gave him a disapproving look, and he dropped his gaze.
Loki got off the bus and the rest area, taking a deep breath of fresh air in. Despite the Coach's protests, he had been forced to pull into the rest stop after Stiles had convinced Jared to throw up everywhere. Most people were running of the bus, trying to get away from the smell, but Stiles and Scott were moving slowly. Scott's arm was thrown over his friends shoulder and it looked like he couldn't walk on his one. The huntress from last night came running up to the two boys, grabbing Scott's other arm and taking some of his weight. Loki watched them, and her eyes widened when she saw the blood stain on Scott's shirt. Rolling her eyes, she turned away, walking over to where Ethan and Danny were talking and grabbing the other Alpha's shirt.
"Excuse us Danny, we need to talk." She pulled Ethan to a safe distance away, near a tree before speaking. "Scott's still bleeding. How bad did you two injure him?" Ethan narrowed his eyes at her.
"I don't know, and I don't care. For that matter, you shouldn't either. Getting a little attached, are we?" Loki scowled at her friend.
"We is right, huh? What about you and Danny? Why the hell did you tell him about Ennis?" Ethan opened his mouth to defend himself, but before he could get any words out, Isaac came out of nowhere and hit him in the face. "Hey, what the hell?" Loki yelled, grabbing the Beta's arm. He shoved her aside, and she hit the ground hard. Someone helped her up, pulling her to her feet from behind.
She moved to intervene between the two werewolves, but Ethan flicked his hand away ever so slightly, making her pause. The blonde Alpha tried to push himself up, but Isaac grabbed him by the front of his shirt and held him in place, punching him again and again. Danny tried to grab Isaac and pull him away from his boyfriend, but the Beta was stronger. The werewolf shook Danny off of him easily, raising his fist to hit Ethan again.
"ISAAC!" Scott's voice ripped through the crowd, and everyone fell silent. Isaac looked up at Scott and then down at Ethan. Breathing heavily, the curly haired boy dropped Ethan to the ground, straightening up slowly. Danny immediately rushed to Ethan's aide, helping him sit up. Loki was about to help as well, when the buzzing of her phone distracted her. The girl stopped short, holding her breath as she pulled out her phone. It was a text from Aiden.
He's gone. Closing her eyes, Loki took a deep breath. Her fingers curled around her phone as she squeezed her hands into fists. Forcing herself to relax before she smashed the phone, she glanced over at Ethan. The second their eyes met, she could tell he knew what had happened. Ennis was dead. And it was Derek's fault.
"Loki, wake up." Ethan shook his friend's shoulder and she opened her eyes immediately. He wasn't sure if she'd actually been asleep or not, but he doubted it. He knew that Loki often had trouble sleeping. "We're stopping for the night." The darker skinned teen nodded. She grabbed her bag and stood up, moving with too much grace that made sense for someone who had been sitting for the last four hours. The cross-country team gathered outside the bus, surrounding their coach. He blew his whistle, silencing the murmurs in the crowd and pulling everyones attention towards him.
"Listen up! The meet's been pushed till tomorrow. This is the closest motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates like yourselves. You'll be pairing up, choose wisely." Loki watched as Ethan whispered something in Danny's ear that made him smile. She could guess what he was saying, and she rolled her eyes. "And I'll have no sexual perversions!" Coach yelled after the teenagers as they walked away with their keys. Loki plucked one from Coach's hand, heading away to the room without a partner. "Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" Loki had purposely avoided finding someone to room with, hoping that she could get away with her own room. Apparently it had worked.
Letting herself into room 202, she tossed her bag onto one of the beds and flopped down on the other. She nudged her shoes off without standing up and peeled the sweatshirt she was wearing off, revealing a thin camisole. Despite the fact that she'd spent the whole day on a bus, Loki was exhausted. It didn't take long for her to fall asleep.
"Loki?" a familiar voice pulled the curly haired girl from her sleep. She blinked her eyes open, and standing at the foot of her bed was Scott. He was staring down at her, eyes glazed over.
"Scott?" She said, sitting up. "How did you get in?" He placed a hand on her shoulder, pushing her back down. He leaned over her, running his hands down the sides of her body and playing with the hem of her shirt.
"The door was unlocked." Something about his voice was off, like he was dazed or something. His eyes were unfocused, and his voice sounded detached, almost robotic. Loki found herself not caring. She leaned up a little closer to him, curling one arm around his neck and using the other to pull him down towards her.
"Well, I hope you locked it behind you," she murmured flirtatiously. Scott hummed in affirmation as he leaned forward, closing the gap between them.
Loki sat up in bed, the sheets pooling around her waist. Scott was gone. Loki raised an eyebrow, a little confused. It seemed out of character for a gentleman like Scott to leave without saying anything. Then again, it had seemed out of character for him to come into her room at all. Shrugging, Loki got out of bed, pulling some clothes out of her bag and putting them on. As she tugged the shirt over her face, she caught sight of herself in the mirror.
Her eyes were bright blue.
Loki's breath caught in a gasp, her throat drying. She blinked rapidly, trying to dispel the image, but it didn't disappear. Stepping forwards towards to the mirror, she looked more closely. Her eyes were still the glowing blue of a werewolf who had taken an innocent life. Loki shook her head rapidly, breath coming out in short gasps.
"No, no, no…" she muttered, backing away. "They weren't – they weren't innocent. I'm an Alpha. They deserved it, they weren't innocent." She looked in the mirror again, her breathing ragged. "They killed my family. They weren't innocent." She repeated, babbling. Despite the fact that the real Loki had backed away from the mirror on the wall, the Loki reflected in the mirror hadn't moved. She was staring forward coolly, cobalt eyes shining cruelly.
"Oh, Elizabeth," the reflection breathed, using Loki's birth name. "You lie to everyone so well. It's just a shame you can't lie to yourself." The reflection bared its fangs. "Such a shame." Loki screamed in frustration, driving her fist through the mirror. Instead of it breaking into shards and cutting her hand, however, Loki's fist hit the wall and created a dent. Loki stepped back; gasping for air as she stared at the place the mirror had been in confusion. There was no mirror, only a wall.
Loki threw the door open, running outside of her room. She felt like she couldn't breath, and everywhere she looked she saw a mirage of herself with glowing blue eyes, claws dripping with blood. The Alpha crashed into the railing, trying to hold herself up as she gasped for air. She could feel all the inhibitions she'd placed on herself to keep anyone from noticing she was a werewolf – blocking her scent, slowing her reflexes – disappearing. She looked down at her hands, and saw three things. One, her claws were out. Two, her hands were covered in blood. Three, lying at her feet were her two best friends. Ethan and Aiden lay on the ground. Their throats had been ripped out.
"No..." Loki whimpered.
"Please, Elizabeth…" The Alpha responsible for her parents' death had dragged himself down to the basement of his packs house. Loki had tracked the pack there after she'd found her parents bodies in her home. Her parents – humans who were aware of the supernatural world – had died because they'd refused to let Loki join the Alpha's pack after she'd been bitten. The Alpha thought that if Loki's parents died, she'd come running to his pack willingly. He was wrong. Loki let her eyes glow again as she lifted her claws.
"Don't call me that," she ordered him. The Alpha gasped in pain. He might have been older and stronger, but Loki was smarter, quicker, and more driven. And with every Beta werewolf of his that she had killed, she'd become stronger. And really, this Alpha was a joke. He had no idea how to use his strength, and he was so power-hungry that it made him stupid. "You killed my parents." She told him. "They didn't need to die."
"Neither – neither did my pack. They were – innocent." The Alpha growled at her. "And your eyes show it." Loki glanced to her left at a broken window. It was reflective enough for her to see that her eyes were blue. And she knew what that meant.
"Not anymore, they don't," Loki responded. She brought her claws down on the Alpha's throat, and her eyes changed once more, to a crimson color that matched the blood on her claws. Loki felt power rush through her veins, and a feeling she'd never felt before crept up her spine. Letting it overtake her, Loki shifted completely.
A wolf had taken the place were a small girl had just stood. The wolf's fur was dark, and its eyes were red. The fur around its front paws was matted with a thick liquid. Loki lifted her head and howled her success at the kill and her misery at her loneliness to the moon.
At this moment, neither the girl nor the wolf felt the guilt of the massacre it had caused.
That would come later.
"Loki, Loki!" Someone was grabbing at her wrists. Loki opened her eyes, and snarled at the human in front of her. It was Stiles. "Lydia, now!" A searing pain hit Loki in her ribcage and she went limp, falling to the ground. She clapped her hand to the side of her body, staring at Lydia in surprise. The redhead was holding an emergency flare in her hand, and she looked terrified. Stiles was staring at her. Loki closed her eyes.
"I, uh…" She stood up, backing away from the two teenagers. "Sorry." She fled into her room, slamming the door shut and cursing herself. "So much for lying low."
"Scott?" The dark haired boy looked at his best friend. Scott had changed out of his gasoline soaked clothes, but he could still smell the fuel all around him.
"What's up?" Stiles waved his hands around, looking like he was trying to find a way to say something that he knew Scott wasn't going to like. "Stiles, spit it out."
"Okay, okay. It's just…I know what you said, about Loki not smelling like a wolf and everything, but…" Stiles hesitated here. "But whatever happened to the rest of you guys tonight, it happened to her too. I saw her shift, right in front of me. Lydia did too." Lydia nodded in affirmation. "And that's not it. The night at the mall, Allison said she saw Loki there." Scott looked at his ex-girlfriend and she nodded, looking regretful.
"She was there. She wasn't fighting, but she was there." Scott shook his head, unwilling to believe that Loki was with the Alpha pack, that Loki was his enemy. He and Loki, who just earlier that night had been together.
"That doesn't – that doesn't make any sense. Are you sure?" Stiles nodded, but it was Lydia who answered Scott's question out loud.
"One hundred percent. And…she's not just a werewolf." Scott frowned in confusion. Stiles finished Lydia's statement.
"Scott, she's an Alpha."
Ethan knocked at Room 202, where Coach had said Loki had slept. There was no response. He tested the doorknob and found it unlocked. When Ethan opened the door, he saw Loki sitting on her bed. She was curled up in a ball, hands wrapped around her legs tightly, her chin resting on her knees. She was staring out into space and made no indication that she'd heard him com in.
"Are you okay?" he rushed over to her, pulling her arms out to examine her body for wounds. "What happened?" Loki focused her eyes on him at last.
"Last night…" her voice trailed off. She shook her head. "Stiles and Lydia know. I screwed up." She covered her face with her hands, rubbing her eyes. The other werewolf sat down next to her, still holding on to her hands. "And somehow, that wasn't the worst thing that happened to me last night." Ethan wrapped an arm around her shoulders and squeezed her to his chest.
"Same dream?" he asked. She shook her head.
"It wasn't a dream. I – I was awake. It was…I don't know, but it was weird. I thought I had..." She took a deep breath and shook Ethan off of her. "Never mind. I'm almost ready, I just need to brush my teeth." Ethan nodded, knowing not to push Loki too hard. He stood up, and took a good look around the motel room. He noticed that there was a fist sized hole in the wall, and also that the sheets were all messed up, despite the fact that Loki hadn't been sleeping. That and the faint smell in the room...when his friend came out of the bathroom, he smirked at her, nodding at the bed.
"Looks like someone didn't keep her 'dirty little hands' to her 'dirty little self.'" Loki snorted, shoving him.
"Yeah, like you're one to talk."
When Loki boarded the bus, just in front of Danny she saw that Isaac, Boyd, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, and Scott were all asleep on the bus.
"I don't want to know. I really don't want to know," Coach said, waking them up with his loud words. "But in case you missed the announcement, the meet's canceled. We're heading home. Pack it in." Loki exchanged a glance with Ethan and he nodded. The two Alphas headed over to where Stiles and Scott were sitting. Ethan sat next to Stiles, and Loki slid into the seat next to Scott. The dark haired boy looked at her, his eyes surprisingly tender. Loki looked away, feeling guilty. She wished he wouldn't look at her like that.
"Okay," she began to talk in a low voice. "I don't know what happened last night."
"But I'm pretty sure you saved my life," Ethan interrupted her. His eyes were focused on Scott, something that Stiles noticed and commented on.
"Actually, I saved your life." Ethan and Loki both gave Stiles a look and he backtracked quickly. "But not that it – not that it matters that much, just a minor detail." Ethan waved a hand, cutting Stiles off.
"The point is, we're going to give you something. Derek's still alive." Scott's eyes widened with hope and disbelief, and Loki held up her hand.
"Probably. We're pretty sure." She glanced around and lowered her voice. "That being said, he killed one of ours. Which means one of two things."
"Either he joins our pack," Ethan said, letting Scott piece the rest of it together.
"And kills his own," Scott muttered. Ethan nodded.
"Or Kali goes after him, and we kill him. That's the way it works." Stiles snorted from behind them. He couldn't resist the urge to make a sarcastic comment.
"You know, your little code of ethics there is sort of barbaric. Just F.Y.I." Ethan rolled his eyes, getting up and leaving the seat next to Stiles. Loki made to move after him, but Scott grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. Scott's touch surprised her, but what surprised her more was the way she reacted to it. If anyone else had grabbed her, she would have tensed. When Scott touched her arm she didn't so much as flinch.
"Can I talk to you?" He asked. Loki looked around and shrugged, motioning for him to continue "You're a werewolf – an Alpha. And you're in the Alpha pack." Loki nodded calmly. Scott shook his head. "That doesn't make sense – I couldn't tell that you were lying. And you didn't smell like a werewolf - but you do now. How did you do that?" Loki shrugged again.
"It takes practice. One day you may be able to do it too." Scott nodded absentmindedly, but Loki could tell that that was only the first of many questions he had. She sighed inwardly and prepared herself for the onslaught.
"How did you get into the Alpha pack?" he asked. Loki smirked at him, a stray curl falling in front of her mischievous hazel eyes.
"That's for me to know for now," she murmured, brushing her fingers against his face. Scott didn't pull away, but Loki could feel the intense stares of Scott's friends against her back and she could hear Stiles scoffing from behind her as she did so. "If you figure it out, maybe I'll tell you." Loki tried to slide out of the bench again, but Scott tightened his grasp around her wrist, pulling her closer towards him again.
"One more question. Does that mean – " he hesitated. "Everything – last night? Was that just for show? Another lie? Because that's not fair." Loki smiled slightly and leaned closer to Scott.
"What do you think?" Scott glared at her.
"I don't know. And, honestly, I don't know why I'm asking you. You can just lie and I'd never know." Loki laughed, slightly amused by Scott.
"Well, Scott, if we were both human you'd have just as tough a time figuring it out. So, here's a little tip about me. There are ways besides my heartbeat that tell you if I'm lying. If you can figure them out, then maybe this little relationship will work out." Loki grinned at him.
"We're not in a relationship," Scott growled. Loki held up a finger and pressed it to Scott's mouth.
"Last night was fun. And if it's too soon in this relationship," Loki spoke almost mockingly as she emphasized the word. "For you to know whether I'm lying or not, well…" She traced her finger around Scott's lips flirtatiously. "I guess we'll have to keep seeing each other and find out." Her eyes glinted with mirth as Scott scowled at her. "Besides, Scotty, you are in no position to tell me that you were completely in your right mind last night when you came to my room. And so…" she twisted her wrist out of Scott's hand and slid out of the seat. "I guess we're both in the wrong there." She stood up, enjoying the pissed off look on Scott's face. "So, I'll see you around."
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