Hey, everyone! Here's the last chapter of season one! Don't worry- this story is nowhere near over! In fact, it's just beginning ;) Please enjoy chapter 16!
Lydia was still unconscious with Stiles, Natalie, Zach, and Peter crowded around her. As Peter wiped the blood off his mouth with a tissue he had balled up in his pocket, Natalie rested Lydia's head in her lap. Her trembling hand was smoothing her friend's hair down, trying to keep herself busy. Behind her, Zach had his arms crossed in front of his chest and his eyes were wide with worry. This was certainly not how he pictured his night ending up with his date being attacked by a werewolf with anger issues. Stiles rubbed his girlfriend's back in circles in attempt to calm her down.
"No," he said to Peter, "We're not just letting you leave her here."
"You two don't have a choice, Stiles," Peter said, "Both of you are coming with me." He looked at the youngest Henderson. "Unless if you want young Zachary to be next on my list."
"How the hell does he know my name?" Zach whispered to himself. Everyone else just ignored him.
Tears continued to pour down Natalie's cheeks as she looked up at the alpha. "Leave my brother out of this. If you're gonna kill anyone, then just kill me."
Her boyfriend shook his head. "Nat-"
"No, Stiles, I'm so fucking tired of this. I've been on the borderline of death so many times that I don't even care anymore. Kill me, but don't you dare touch Stiles, Zach, and Lydia ever again."
Peter strode over to Natalie and placed a sharp claw underneath her chin. He didn't push hard enough to puncture her, but so that she was standing up. Although her body language was failing her, Natalie tried her best to but on a brave face for her boyfriend, brother, and friend. The overwhelming scent of fear was giving herself away to Peter and it made him smirk in satisfaction.
"Call your friend," he ordered calmly, "Tell Jackson where she is. That's all you two get." He walked away from them as Stiles stood up and pulled out his phone. Natalie turned to Zach and gently grabbed his upper arm.
"Stay here with Lydia," she told Zach, "When Jackson gets here, get Danny to take you home right after the dance."
"Are you insane?" Zach hissed with wide eyes, "You can't go with him. If you say one wrong word to him, he could kill you in a heartbeat! I'm not letting that happen."
"I don't have a choice, Zach," Natalie said, "and right now, you don't either. I'm not risking your life for something that you shouldn't even be involved with. Just tell Mom and Dad that I'm with Stiles and not to wait up for me. Can you do that?" Zach remained silent. "Zach? Can you do that for me?"
Finally, he slowly nodded his head. "Yeah. I can do that."
"Let's go," Peter barked, "We don't have all night."
After kissing Zach's forehead, Natalie went over to Stiles and linked their fingers together. He squeezed her hand and then they followed after Peter to the school parking lot. They reached Stiles's jeep, where the boy let Natalie in the back as Peter sat in the front. After Stiles got settled in the driver's seat, he turned the ignition on and headed off to road.
The car ride was very quiet, which Natalie didn't really mind. For once, she was actually afraid to speak. Like her brother said, just one slip-up and she could be totally fucked. However, if it came down to it, the redhead wouldn't bother to think twice about sacrificing herself to save her friends and family. But Natalie also knew that Stiles would be very pissed if she ever even considered that option, and she was in no mood to make anyone else mad tonight. So she just rested her chin on her hand and stared out the window, watching the trees pass by.
"Don't feel bad," Peter told the couple, "If she lives, she'll become a werewolf. She'll be incredibly powerful."
"Yeah, and once a month, she'll go out of her freaking mind and try to tear us apart," Stiles spat.
Natalie snorted. "Because that's what we really need in this town- another teenage werewolf who can't control their shit."
"Well, actually," Peter said, "considering that she's a woman… twice a month." Natalie rolled her brown doe eyes and Stiles gave him a disgusted look before shifting his focus back to the road in front of him.
Eventually, Peter directed Stiles to a half-empty parking garage. As soon as they got out, the werewolf grabbed onto their arms and dragged them to a smaller but decent-looking black car. Peter took out a set of keys and unlocked it.
"Whose car is this?" Stiles asked.
"It belonged to my nurse," Peter answered as he opened the trunk.
"What happened to your- oh my god!"
Lying inside the trunk of the car was Peter's nurse. But her body was mangled up and bloody. There was no question about it that she was dead. The sight alone made Natalie gag. Add the rotting stench and her stomach churned.
"Holy fuck, that's an actual dead body!" she exclaimed. She held onto her stomach. "God, I think I'm gonna be sick…"
Peter then pulled a black case out from underneath his nurse's body and shoved it in Stiles's arms. Both of the teenagers were still gawking at the body. Peter looked back and forth from the couple to the nurse. "I got better," he said nonchalantly before slamming the truck shut. He took the case back from Stiles and placed it on top of the car.
"Good luck getting a signal down here," Stiles said sarcastically. Peter handed him a little device. "Oh, MiFi." Then Peter pulled a laptop out of the case. "And you're a Mac guy."
"Tell us, Peter," Natalie spoke up, crossing her arms, "is that a personal preference or do all werewolves go for Mac? Which is a total waste of money in my opinion."
"You, shut up," Peter told Natalie. He turned back to Stiles. "And you, turn it on. Get connected."
Stiles sighed and shook his head. "You know, you're really killing the whole werewolf mystique thing here." He turned on the computer and typed a few things. "Look, you still need Scott's username and password, and I'm sorry, but I don't know them."
"You know both of them," Peter accused.
"No, I don't."
"Even if I couldn't hear your heartbeat, I would still be able to tell that you're lying."
"Dude, I swear to god-"
All of a sudden, Peter grabbed the back of Stiles's head and slammed it down on the car. Then he wrapped his hand around Natalie's throat. Stiles looked up at his girlfriend worriedly as Peter's grip on her tightened.
"I can be very persuasive, Stiles," Peter warned as the boy struggled underneath his hold, "Don't make me persuade you."
"Oh, for crying out loud!" Natalie choked out, "I know his username and password. Let us both go and I'll get you into the laptop." Peter listened to the redhead's heartbeat to detect if she was lying. When he found out that he was being sincere, he took his hands off of her and Stiles. Natalie's hand went up to her throat. "Thank you! Damn, do constant cases of temper tantrums run in the family or something?" She walked over to the laptop and started typing. "What a minute. What's your plan after you find Derek?"
"Don't think, Natalie," Peter barked, "Type."
"You're gonna kill people, aren't you?" Stiles asked.
"Only the responsible ones."
Stiles placed his hand on top of Natalie's to halt what she was doing. She looked up at him with furrowed eyebrows and he just gave her a look that told her to wait. "Look, if Natalie does this, you have to leave Scott out of it."
"Do you know why wolves hunt in packs?" Peter asked them, "It's because their favorite prey are too large to be brought down by one wolf alone. I need Scott and Derek. I need both of them."
"But why the hell would any of them be willing to help you?" Natalie asked.
"Oh, they will. Because Derek's desperate to find to his precious Anabelle and I'm the only one who knows where she is. And for Scott, it will save Allison. And both of you will, because it will save Scott. Your best friend, whom you know so well, you even have his username and password."
The teenagers looked at each other. Natalie nodded her head to reassure Stiles that everything was going to be fine. Hesitantly, he removed his hand and Natalie resumed her typing. Peter narrowed his eyes when he saw Scott's username.
"His username is 'Allison'?" he asked incredulously. Then Natalie typed in the password. "His password is also Allison?"
"And you chose him to be in your pack," Natalie scoffed, "Are you starting to regret that decision, buddy?" Peter rolled his eyes.
Natalie stepped away so Stiles could now do his bit on the laptop. She gently took her boyfriend's keys from his back pocket and unlocked the jeep. After opening the trunk, Natalie hopped in and switched her black heels for her ratty Converse that she left in there. Then she slipped off the rubber band from underneath her bracelet and tied her red velvet curls up into a high messy bun. Lastly, she grabbed her leather jacket and shrugged it over her shoulders.
Hey, if Natalie was going to be murdered tonight, she might as well be comfortable when it happens.
"Wait, what the-" she heard Stiles stammer, "That's where they're keeping him? At his own house?" Natalie got out of the jeep and stood next to Stiles. Surely enough, the GPS showed that Scott's phone (and Derek- who could forget about the lovely sourwolf?) at the Hale and Fierro house.
The look on Peter's face showed that he had just figured something important. "Not at it," he corrected, "Under it. I know exactly where that is." Suddenly, he heard a howl, which Peter guessed was coming from Scott. "And I'm not the only one." He shut the laptop, put it back in its case, and tossed it in the backseat of the car. That was when he heard not one, but two more distant howls. Peter held his hand out to Natalie. "Give me the keys."
"Careful," Stiles said as Natalie dropped the keys in Peter's hand, "She grinds in second."
Peter crushed the keys in his hand before giving them back to Natalie. When she held them up, she saw that they were all bent. She gulped nervously. "Well that was very nice of you."
"So you're not gonna kill us now?" Stiles said. Natalie groaned. He just had to ask! Peter stepped towards the couple. "Oh god." Stiles pushed Natalie behind his back and she gripped onto the back of his shirt.
"Don't you two understand yet?" Peter asked, "I'm not the bad guy here."
"Oh really?" Natalie said, "Dude, you turn into some mutant dog that has fangs and red eyes. That description falls perfectly under the 'bad guy' category."
"I like you, Natalie," Peter said, "I like you both. Since you've helped me, I'm going to give you both something in return. Do you want the bite?"
Both of the teenagers' hearts dropped at the unexpected question. "What?"
"Do you want the bite?" Peter asked more slowly, "If it doesn't kill you- and it could- you'll become like us."
"Like you," Stiles stated.
"Yes, a werewolf. Would you like me to draw you a picture?" Peter took one step closer to the couple. "That first night in the woods, I took Scott because I needed a new pack. It could've easily been you or Natalie. Stiles, you'd be every bit as powerful as him. No more standing by his side, watching him become stronger, and quicker… more popular… watching him get the girl." He chuckled. "Even though you don't necessarily have that problem. But you'd be equals. Maybe more." He encircled Stiles's wrist and raised it up to his face. "Yes or no?"
Before Peter could bite into Stiles's wrist, the boy yanked his arm away. The alpha actually looked surprised. "I don't wanna be like you," Stiles said.
"Do you know what I heard just then? Your heart beating slightly faster over the words 'I don't want'. You may believe that you're telling me the truth, but you are lying to yourself." Peter looked over at Natalie, who was still hiding behind Stiles's back. "You're being awfully quiet over there, Natalie. What do you say? Your boyfriend may claim to not want the bite, but when it comes to health benefits, you might need it more than he does."
The redhead's hold on the back of Stiles's shirt tightened. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Oh, I think you know what that means, Natalie," Peter said, "You know that it is very rare for werewolves to get sick. With the bite, you'll never have to worry about your cancer coming back. In fact, you'll be in the best shape you've ever been in your life. And you'll never have to worry about leaving your friends and family behind, especially Stiles. This is my final offer. Just say the five words- 'Peter, I want the bite'."
If she had to admit, Natalie thought long and hard about it. Did she really want to fall under the commands of a man like Peter? Absolutely not. However, everything else sounded pretty tempting. Being a werewolf would mean that for once, Natalie could actually get a good night's sleep without being afraid of not waking up the next morning. While she would be constantly on the run from hunters, she also wouldn't be as weak and tired as she had been feeling lately. She could get rid of the pills and not have to visit the doctor's office ever again. It was almost too good to be true.
But then she looked up at Stiles. He was waiting along with Peter for her to give her answer. If Natalie accepted the bite, what would Stiles think of her? Would he hate her for making such a life-changing decision like this? Natalie would honestly not be happy if he became a werewolf since he saw all of the struggles Scott had to go through. As much as Stiles wanted her to get better, he wanted it to happen the right way, not by some curse. She couldn't do this to him. She couldn't let him be the only human in a city full of supernatural creatures. He needed something normal in his life, and she wanted to be that one thing for him.
Taking a deep breath, Natalie faced Peter. "How about these five words- you can go fuck yourself."
Peter smirked. "You've got quite the lip on you, Miss Henderson. While I find it amusing, there are some people who would think differently. That could get you in some serious trouble one of these days." He nodded his head slightly. "Goodbye, Stiles and Natalie."
Then he got into the car and drove off, leaving them behind. Both Stiles and Natalie didn't say anything to each other for a while, causing the whole parking lot to be uncomfortably quiet. Stiles leaned against his jeep with his arms crossed and watched his girlfriend pace back and forth.
"You thought about it," Stiles said as soon as Peter was out of sight.
Natalie stopped moving and looked at her boyfriend. "What?"
"You were actually considering the bite, weren't you?" Stiles asked. Natalie bit her bottom lip and looked down at her feet. "I never thought that for one second that you would want it."
"Why are you saying it like it was just me who thought about it?" Natalie accused, "I could tell that you were hesitating to not let him bite you, too."
"I never accepted it though," Stiles said, pointing to himself.
"Neither did I! So stop acting like I did."
"But why would you want to be a werewolf? I mean, Peter said that the bite could either turn you or kill you. Why would you wanna take that risk? Do you hate being a human or something?"
"No, it's not that. It's just…" Natalie let out a sigh and rubbed her arm. "I thought that if I was given the bite, Scott, my parents, and you wouldn't have to worry about me being sick and tired all the time. Whenever you guys ask me if I'm okay or if I'm feeling well, it makes me feel like such a burden."
"Babe, you know that you are not a burden to any of us," Stiles told her as he walked up to her, "You are so far from that. We all love you so much."
"I know, but I can't help it. Having you guys stressing over me all the time makes me feel so helpless."
Stiles cupped Natalie's face in his hands. "Nat, look at me. You are not helpless. You are the strongest, fiercest, and most badass girl I've ever met in my life. Death has snuck up at you so many times, but yet you conquer it every single time. Don't ever think that you need some super powers to stay alive. I love you as you are, human and all. Remember that, okay?"
A small smile graced Natalie's face as she wrapped her arms around Stiles's lanky torso. "Thank you. I love you just the way you are, too."
They pressed their lips together in a sweet kiss. It was very short but satisfying for the both of them. After they broke off the kiss, Natalie rested her head on Stiles's chest as he wrapped his arms around her. She closed her eyes as she let his heartbeat soothe her. But their moment ended quickly when Natalie's phone rang. Letting out a groan, she pulled her phone out of the pocket of her jacket and looked at the caller ID.
Her eyes widened. "Crap, it's my dad!" She answered the call and pressed the phone up to her ear. "Hey, Dad-"
"Natalie, where the hell are you?" Kurt hissed, "You know your brother's here at the hospital with Jackson? They called an ambulance for Lydia and they've been waiting outside her room for the past hour."
"He's there with Jackson?" Natalie exclaimed, "That stupid little… ugh, I'm gonna kill him!"
"Don't try to turn this on Zach," Kurt scolded, "Why aren't you and Stiles with him?"
"I'm sorry. There was something that we had to take care of. But Stiles and I will be at the hospital as soon as we can."
"Yeah, you better because John's here and he's not too happy with his own kid either."
"Alright, we're on our way. We'll see you then." Natalie hung up and shoved her phone back in her pocket. "I think it's safe to say that our dads are extremely pissed right now. They want us to go over to the hospital immediately."
"Okay, but how exactly are we supposed to get there when we have a little bit of a… technical difficulty?" Stiles asked as he lifted the damaged keys.
The redhead shrugged. "Well, I guess we're just gonna have to run there." Stiles groaned. "Yeah, I don't wanna do it either, but right now, we have no other choice. Now, get moving, Stilinski!"
At least the hospital was just around the corner so they didn't have to run very far. Inside the building, doctors and nurses were running around everywhere doing their jobs. The couple busted through the doors only to be held back by Sheriff Stilinski.
"You know what?" he said, "It's good we're in a hospital, because I'm gonna kill you."
"I'm- I'm sorry," Stiles panted, "I lost the keys to my jeep. We had to run all the way here."
"Stiles, I don't care!" John yelled.
Natalie placed her hand on her boyfriend's shoulder. "John, how's Lydia doing? Is she going to be okay?"
The sheriff sighed. "They don't know, partially because they don't know what happened. She lost a lot of blood, but there's something else going on with her."
"What do you mean?" Stiles asked.
"The doctors say it's like she's having an allergic reaction. Her body's been going into shock." John's eyes narrowed. "Did you two see anything? I mean, do you have any idea who or what attacked her?"
"No," Stiles lied, "No, we have no idea." Natalie shook her head in agreement.
"What about Scott?"
"What do you mean? What about him?"
"Did he see anything?"
"Did you not ask him yourself?" Natalie asked, "I thought Scott was already here. Was he not?"
"What are you talking about?" John asked, "I've been calling him on his cellphone. I've gotten no response."
When Natalie looked behind the sheriff, she saw Jackson and Zach standing outside of Lydia's room. The jock turned his head and made eye contact with Natalie. She sighed.
"Believe me, I'm pretty sure you're not gonna get anything from him, Sheriff," she told him. Then Kurt walked up to the group with a scowl on his face. "Hi, Dad. On a scale of one to ten, how mad are you?"
"At your brother? About an eleven," Kurt told her, "And you? Probably a good seven and a half. Do you want it to get higher?"
"Uh, I'd rather it not."
Kurt nodded. "Good answer. Now, why don't you just go wait with your friends?" The police officers led the teenagers out the doors and into the hallway.
"Dad, tell me," Stiles pleaded, "Look, you know it has something to do with Derek."
"What?" John looked around them to see if anyone was listening. "But I thought you three said you barely knew him."
Wincing, Natalie bit on her knuckle. "Well, to tell you the truth, we might know him a bit more than you think."
John grabbed the back of his son's neck. "You do realize that I'm elected to this job, right?"
"And if we help you figure this out," Stiles said, "you'll be re-elected. Am I right? Dad, come on."
"You know what? That girl in there has got nothing to do with a six year old arson case."
"When did you decide it was definitely arson?"
"When we got a key witness," Kurt explained as they all started walking down the hall. Natalie opened her mouth to speak but her dad pointed a finger at her. "We're not telling you who it is so don't even bother to ask. But yeah, we know for sure that it was arson. And we think it was organized by a young woman."
"A young woman?" Natalie asked, "Do you know who she is?"
Kurt raised an eyebrow. "Natalie, if we knew who it was then her ass would've been in jail by now."
"Was she young then, or is she young now?" Stiles questioned.
"She's probably in her late twenties," John said. Then his phone started to ring. "Oh, I gotta grab this call." He walked away from the teenagers and Kurt.
"Dad, do you not know anything else about this woman?" Natalie asked, "Like, oh, I don't know, what her name is because that would be pretty useful to know."
"No, Natalie," Kurt sighed exasperatedly as he rolled his eyes, "And what the hell are you two trying to do? Interrogate us? The only other thing we know about her is that she had this very detailed pendant on her."
"What the hell is a pendant?" Stiles exclaimed.
The redhead pinched the bridge of her nose. "Dude, have I not taught you anything over the past sixteen years? A pendant is a necklace. You know that thing girls wear around their necks? It looks something like this." Natalie pulled her 'I Am Strong' dog tag from underneath her dress. All of a sudden, her eyes grew wider than usual as she realized something. "Holy fucking shit…"
"Watch it," Kurt scolded, "Now, can I go take of business?"
"Yeah," Natalie said, not looking at her dad, "God ahead." Right after Kurt walked away, Natalie placed her hand flat against the wall as if she would fall if she wasn't holding onto something. "Oh my god."
"What?" Stiles asked, suddenly freaking out, "What's going on?"
"Stiles…" Natalie said slowly, "A pendant is a necklace. Who do we know that has a very detailed necklace?"
That was when Stiles's already paled faced turned even whiter. "Allison. And Kate was the one who gave it to her as a gift, so that means…"
"We have to go find Scott. Now."
She grabbed her boyfriend's hand and they moved as quickly as they could down the hallways. Jackson and Zach were able to catch up to them. Before the thirteen year old could get a word out, Natalie pinched his arm as hard as she could.
"Ow!" Zach cried out, "What the hell was that for?"
"I told you to find Danny and have him take you home," Natalie said, "What are you doing here?"
"I wanted to be with Lydia," Zach told her, "And I wanna help with what's going on."
"You can't! Zach, this is too dangerous. If something happened to you, not only will Mom and Dad have my head on a silver platter and feed my organs to Rocky, I would hate myself forever because of it."
"Nat, I'll be fine. Don't worry about me. I can take care of myself."
A characteristic that every Henderson family member had was that they were incredibly stubborn. So Natalie knew that no matter what she said, her brother wasn't going to back down. "Fine. But if you do something stupid like not listen to me again, I will kill you myself. Got it?"
"Yeah, I got it," Zach promised.
"Hey, where are you guys going?" Jackson asked as they all started walking again.
"To find Scott," Stiles replied.
"You don't have a car," Jackson pointed out.
Both Stiles and Natalie rolled their eyes. "I'm aware of that," Stiles said, "Thank you."
"Here. I'll drive." The jock then grabbed Natalie's shoulder. "Come on-"
She smacked his arm away from her. "First of all, touch me again and I will set your hair on fire. And don't think that everything's fine now because all of a sudden you feel bad for what happened to Lydia. I hope you know that a lot of this happened because of you."
"Look, I have a car," Jackson said, "You don't. Do you want my help or not?"
"Alright," Stiles said, "Did you bring the Porsche?"
"Yeah," Jackson said as he took his keys out of his pocket.
"Good." Stiles snatched the keys out of the jock's hand. "I'll drive." As they turned around, they were face-to-face with Chris Argent and a couple of his… henchmen, which seemed to be the most accurate term.
"Boys," Chris said. Natalie cleared her throat, making the hunter look over at her. "And girl. I was wondering if you could tell me where Scott McCall is."
"Scott McCall?" Stiles repeated nervously, "Umm, haven't seen him since the dance. Jackson, you?"
And of course, Jackson could not play it cool and he started stuttering. "Umm… I…"
"Stiles, remember when I told you that Jackson would outlive you in a zombie apocalypse?" Natalie asked, "Well, I'm taking my answer back."
Before they knew it, all four of the teenagers were being pushed into an unoccupied room. They fell on one of the gurneys as Chris locked the door. He turned to them and smirked at their terrified expressions.
"Let's try this again," he said, "Where is Scott McCall?" When no one said anything, Chris and another hunter grabbed Stiles and Natalie and held them up against the wall. The third hunter was holding Jackson and Zach by the arms. "Let me ask you a question, Stiles. Have you ever seen a rabid dog?"
"No," Stiles said, shaking his head, "I could put it on my to-do list if you just let me and my girlfriend go."
Chris took his hands off the boy and gestured the other hunter to do the same with Natalie. "Well I have. And the only thing I've ever been able to compare it to is seeing a friend of mine turn on a full moon. Do you wanna know what happened?"
"Not really. No offense to your storytelling skills."
"He tried to kill me," Chris said with menace in his voice, "and I was forced to put a bullet in his head. The whole while that he lay there dying, he was still trying to claw his way toward me. Still trying to kill me, like it was the most important thing he could do with his last breath. Can you imagine that?"
Stiles gulped. "No. And it sounds like you need to be a little more select-" Chris slammed his hand on the other side of the boy so he was now trapped.
"Did Scott try to kill you and Natalie on the full moon? Did you two have to lock him up?"
"Yeah, we did. We had to handcuff him to a radiator. Why? Would you prefer we locked him in the basement and burned the whole house down around him?"
The hunter chuckled humorlessly and pointed at Stiles. "I hate to dispel a popular rumor, Stiles, but we never did that."
"That's right," Natalie spoke up for the first time. Everyone in the room looked at her. "I do remember that Derek said something about you guys having a code. So I'm guessing that it's never been broken?"
"Never."
"Interesting," Natalie continued, "But what happens if someone does end up breaking the code?"
"Someone like who?"
"Someone like your sister. Kate."
When Derek howled back at Scott after hearing his call, the older werewolf wasn't expecting a response back. Especially from someone other than Scott. He knew that it wasn't the other beta because this howl sounded much more feminine which really took him aback. It also sounded really close, almost like whoever it was, was right outside the house. But he didn't know any other werewolves in Beacon Hills besides Scott and Peter so he had no idea who it could have been. That was when he suddenly heard the pitter-patter of feet coming closer to the basement. Then he heard a whine. He turned his head to the entrance and his eyes grew wide at who was there.
The white wolf wasted no time and ran over to where Derek was hanging. She jumped up on her hind legs and placed her front paws on one of the poles that held him up. Taking a chain in between her teeth, she tugged on it as hard as she could until the metal broke off. Derek shook his hand to get some feeling back in it as the white wolf dropped the broken chain. After he was finally able to move his fingers and wrist, his eyes went back up to the other wolf.
Up until this moment, Derek had only heard the things Natalie told him about the creature. Not once had he actually seen it in person. Now he was actually having a stare-down with her. The white wolf had to be one of the most beautiful things Derek had ever seen in its life. She was just a little bit bigger than the average wolf. Her white fur looked so clean, so bright, and so soft! Derek wanted to know what it would feel like if he ran his fingers through it. And her black front paw really stood out to him. It struck him as familiar and he tried to think back to any time when he could have maybe seen her before.
She slowly stepped towards Derek. The closer she got, the stronger her sweet vanilla scent was for him. It was nothing like the disgusting perfume Kate always showered herself with. This wolf smelled unbelievably good. Derek was instantly reminded of the place this house used to be before the fire- warm and loving. But what really took his breath away about the white wolf were her eyes. Like his was when he shifted, her eyes were the same blue color. It made Derek wonder tragic event she had caused to earn those eyes. Even though he now knew that she had done a terrible thing, it didn't change his sudden interest in her. He wanted to know what her story was- where she was from, what things she had seen, who she has met, and the most important thing… who she was when she was human.
As soon as Derek reached out to touch her, the wolf immediately backed away. It was like his hand was made of fire and one touch could kill her. This really bothered Derek, but he didn't know why. He looked down at his hand. There wasn't any dirt or poisonous chemical on it and his claws weren't out. So why would the wolf not let him touch her? When he looked back up at her, she just rested back on her legs and her ears flattened down. She whimpered as she continued to stare at Derek. She couldn't have been scared of him. Right?
His trance was interrupted when he heard heavy footsteps come near the basement. The white wolf got up and ran over to a dark corner so she wouldn't be seen. Derek raised his free hand back up so it looked like his chain didn't break. A big and burly hunter entered the room with a wooden baseball bat in his hand. He walked up to a big light and shone it in Derek's face.
"Ready to have some more fun?" he taunted with a sickening grin, "To be honest, my knuckles are kind of hurting. So I brought some help." He raised the bat up. "But I need to warn ya. I used to play in college."
He swung at Derek, but the werewolf caught it before it could hit him. "I brought a little help, too."
The hunter turned around and saw Scott standing at the entrance. Derek took the opportunity to punch the hunter in the face and the white wolf crept behind him so he would trip over her. Once he was out cold, Scott walked over to Derek.
"Scott, help me with this," the older beta said as he tore the wires off his torso.
"No."
Derek's head snapped up. "What?"
"No until you tell me how to stop Peter," Scott said.
"You really wanna talk about this right now?" Derek growled out.
"He's going after Allison and her family," Scott told him, "He's going to kill them."
"So what?"
"So tell me how to stop him."
"You can't! Alright? Now, I don't know when Kate's coming back, so just get me out of this right now!" Derek yanked on the chain. "Get me out right now!"
But Scott wasn't giving up. "Promise you'll help me."
"You want me to risk my life for your girlfriend?" Derek yelled, "For your stupid little teenage crush that means absolutely nothing? You're not in love, Scott. You're sixteen years old. You're a child."
That sent the white wolf into protective mode. She stood in front of Scott like a mother would her cub and growled at Derek. Both men were surprised by this action, but Scott appreciated that at least one werewolf was looking out for him.
"Maybe you're right," Scott finally said. "But I know something you don't. Peter said he didn't know what he was doing when he killed your sister, right? He lied." He pulled a piece of paper and unfolded it. "Remember this? This is what brought your sister back to Beacon Hills, right?"
One the paper was a picture of a dead deer in the woods. In the center of the animal, there was a spiral inscribed. The spiral was the sign of vendetta, meaning revenge. The white wolf got a closer look at the picture and tilted her head as she studied it.
"Where did you get that?" Derek asked, eyes narrowing.
"My boss told me three months ago someone came into the clinic asking for a copy of this picture," Scott explained, "Do you wanna know who it was? Peter's nurse. They brought your sister here so that Peter could kill her and become the alpha, and that's why you're gonna help me." Derek didn't say anything. He just continued to stare at Scott with zero expression on his face. Scott sighed and turned away. "Just say you'll help me, and I'll help you unlock your other-"
CLANK!
Scott turned around and saw Derek rubbing his wrists. The white wolf dropped the second chain in her mouth on the floor and pushed it away with her nose.
"I'll help you," Derek said.
The other beta nodded his head and left the basement. While Derek was still rubbing his sore wrists, the white wolf grabbed Derek's shirt and jacket off the table with her teeth. She headed back over to the man and whined. One of Derek's eyebrows rose but he accepted his belongings. After putting the shirt and jacket on, he took a step towards the entrance. He was still a bit out of it from being electrocuted and beaten up so he ended up stumbling. But the white wolf pushed on his chest with the top of her head before he could fall. Derek looked into her blue eyes, a bit annoyed that he couldn't see past them. They were emotionless, kind of like his own eyes.
"Who are you?" he asked softly.
She just whimpered again and pushed on Derek's chest again to get him to stand up. When he was able to do it on his own, the wolf quickly got behind him and butted her nose on the back of his legs to help him walk. It took them a while, but when they finally got outside, Scott wrapped Derek's arm around his neck and helped him stay up. Then they all began walking through the woods with the white wolf leading them.
"Hey. Hold on," Derek said, "Hold on. Hold on." The other two wolves stopped walking. "Something doesn't feel right."
"What do you mean?" Scott asked.
Derek looked around. "I don't know. It's… it's kind of like it's-"
"No, don't say 'too easy'," Scott quickly said, "People say 'too easy' and bad things happen. What, do you think finding you was easy? Getting away from Allison's dad? None of this has been easy."
"Fine," Derek said, "You're right."
Scott threw his head back. "Thank you!"
All of a sudden, Derek was shot by an arrow. It pierced his shoulder, causing him to fall onto the ground. The wolf turned around and growled when she saw Kate and Allison standing ten feet away from them. Scott's eyes widened when he saw that Allison had a bow and arrow in her hands.
"Now the leg," Kate instructed Allison. The younger Argent shot another arrow at Derek. "Flash bolt."
"Scott, your eyes!" Derek yelled.
"Now."
Allison shot again and the arrow went through a tree. Smoke and sparks burst out, temporarily blurring the werewolves' vision. Once the white wolf was able to see clearly again, she ran over to Derek and pulled the arrows out of his shoulder and leg, making him scream out in pain. Then she pushed him up and he grabbed Scott.
"Get up!" he ordered, "Let's go!"
"Natural talent," Kate praised Allison before they went after the werewolves.
The three tried to run, but they could still hardly see what was in front of them. Also, Derek was still very weak from the basement. He ended up collapsing to the ground.
"Scott, go!" he told the teenager, pushing him so he could run away. The white wolf stayed behind with Derek and tried to get him to move again, whimpering as she did so.
Unfortunately, Scott wasn't able to get very far. He fell in front of the Hale and Fierro house. When he looked up, he could barely make out Allison marching up to him with her bow and arrow pointing towards him.
"Allison, I can explain," Scott said.
"Stop lying," she spat out, "For once, stop lying."
"I was gonna tell you the truth at the formal," Scott told her, "I was gonna tell you everything. Because everything I said… everything I did-"
"Was to protect me," Allison finished.
"Yes."
"I don't believe you."
Kate groaned as she walked towards the teenagers. "Thank god! Now, shoot him before I shoot myself."
Her niece furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "You… you said we were just gonna catch them."
"We did that," Kate said, "Now we're gonna kill them." Then she shot Derek with her gun, making the white wolf cry out. "See? It's not that hard."
She started to walk over to the man but the white wolf blocked her from touching him. The wolf's eyes turned blue as she barked at Kate.
"Well, isn't this cute?" the hunter said sarcastically, "The little bitch is willing to take a bullet for the team. You'd make a beautiful fur coat for me to wear, too." The wolf growled lowly, making Kate smirk. "I think you'd be the most fun to kill, so I'll save you for last." She walked up to her niece, who had a scared look on her face. "Oh, no. I know that look. That's the 'you're gonna have to do it yourself' look." She cocked her gun and pointed it at Scott.
"Kate, Kate, what are you doing?" Allison asked. Her aunt just pushed her to the ground.
"I love those brown eyes."
"Kate!" Everyone turned their heads and saw Chris walk up to them. "I know what you did. Put the gun down."
"I did what I was told to do," Kate said.
"No one asked you to murder innocent people," Chris said, "There were children in that house, ones who were human. Look what you're doing now. You're holding a gun to a sixteen year old boy with no proof that he spilled human blood. We go by the code… Nous chassons ceux qui nous chassent."
"We hunt those who hunt us," Allison translated softly.
As Kate slowly started to pull on the trigger, Chris pointed his own gun at her. "Put the gun down." Then he fired it, the bullet barely missing her and hitting the tree behind her. "Before I put you down." She hesitated but lowered her gun. Suddenly, the door of the Hale and Fierro house creaked open, making Chris and Kate point their guns. "Allison, get back."
Scott and Allison quickly stood up and everyone backed away from the house. "What is it?" she asked.
The beta's dark brown eyes switched to yellow. "It's the alpha."
Something then zoomed out of the door and started knocking everyone down one by one. The only one left standing was Kate, who was still gripping onto her gun and waiting to shoot whoever was out there.
"Come on!" she yelled out. She turned around. "Come on!"
Then all of a sudden, Peter grabbed Kate's hand, making her accidentally fire her gun twice into the air. He tightened his hand around hers and broke a few bones. Kate cried out in pain. Peter then circled his hand around her throat and threw her onto the porch almost effortlessly. She yelled again as she landed with a thud. The werewolf walked up to the front steps, grabbed Kate, and dragged her into the house.
"No!" Allison screamed as she watched Peter take her aunt away. She ran inside the house only to see the alpha holding Kate to his chest and his claws at her throat.
"She is beautiful, Kate," peter said, "She looks like you. Probably not as damaged." Kate gagged as he held onto her neck tighter. At this point, the tears just started to flow from Allison's as she watched her aunt stand there defenseless in the hands of a psychopathic werewolf. "So I'm going to give you a chance to save her." Peter's voice started wavering as he spoke. "Apologize. Say that you're sorry for decimating my family and the Fierros, for leaving me burned and broken for six years. Say it… and I'll let her live."
"I'm sorry," Kate choked out. Peter then pierced his claws into her neck and slit it open. The young Argent girl gasped as her aunt fell dead onto the charred wooden floor.
"I don't know about you, Allison," Peter said, "but that apology…" He looked up at her. "… didn't sound very sincere."
He took a step towards her but stopped when he heard a growl. Looking to his right, Scott stood there, already shifted in his werewolf form. Then Peter saw Derek on his left, who was shifted as well. When he looked back to the front of him, the white wolf walked around Allison and bared her sharp teeth.
"Run," Scott told Allison. She didn't bother to think twice and she ran out of the house.
All three of the betas roared as they charged at Peter. The alpha threw Scott and Derek at the walls. The white wolf threw herself at him and they fell onto the floor. She scratched at his cheek and it only pissed him off even more. Peter shoved her off and as soon as he stood back up, he kicked her face. It sent her flying and she ended up hitting her head pretty hard when she landed on the floor, knocking her unconscious. Derek saw this and went to attack Peter again, only for him to be punched and tossed at a bookcase. Jumping on his back, Scott tackled Peter to the floor. He was also thrown away next to the white wolf, who still wasn't moving. As Scott went to go fight Peter again, Derek quickly moved over to the wolf and shook her to get her to wake up. But she was out like a light. Derek knew for sure that she was still alive since he could hear her heartbeat. That didn't make him less angry at his uncle for hurting her.
When Derek looked up Scott and Peter fighting, he saw that his uncle kept switching from human to werewolf and then back to human. He threw Scott away from him before his bones began to crack and clothes shredded off his body. And then Peter looked into a nearby mirror and watched himself as he shifted into his alpha form.
Meanwhile, Stiles was driving Jackson's Porsche through the woods. It actually looked like they were in a Fast and Furious movie. This time, Natalie had actually put on her seat belt since she didn't want any repeats of sliding all over the backseat. Zach was the one who was having that problem now. And since the trail was bumpier out here, he kept falling off of his seat and onto the floor.
"Hey, hey, hey," Jackson said, "This isn't exactly an all-terrain vehicle."
"Yeah," Stiles said, keeping his eyes on the path in front of him, "Did you pay for it?"
"No."
"Then shut up," Stiles said, "Where the hell are they?"
"Over there!" Natalie declared as she pointed out the front window.
Zach's eyes widened when he saw Scott and Peter fighting in front of the house. "Wait, that's what werewolves look like when they shift?"
"What did you expect?" Natalie snorted, "Did you think they were gonna be like Michael J. Fox?"
"A little," Zach admitted.
His sister rolled his eyes. "If your expectations are based solely on movies, then you're gonna be so disappointed in the future."
As Stiles pulled up in front of the house, he honked on the horn to get the alpha's attention. The four teenagers got out of the car and Stiles chucked a Molotov cocktail that Natalie made earlier at Peter. But he ended up catching it with ease in one hand.
"Oh, damn," Stiles said nervously.
Scott noticed Allison's bow and arrow on the ground by his feet. He called out her name as he picked it up and tossed them to her. Allison then drew her arm back and shot the arrow at the Molotov cocktail. The glass shattered to pieces, causing Peter's arm to catch on fire. Mentally thanking her baseball skills, Natalie got into her pitching stance and threw the second beaker. It hit Peter and set his whole body to be showered in flames. He roared in pain and looked over at Allison. He was about to attack her when Scott hit him. The flames started to die down as Peter slowly shifted back into a human. His scorched body wobbled before he dropped onto the ground.
Everyone just stood there in bewilderment as they tried to process what had just happened. Allison was the first to move, running over to Scott and kissing him on the mouth. By the time they pulled apart, his werewolf features faded away. He stared at Allison.
"Why did you do that?" he asked her.
She smiled lightly. "Because I love you."
"Am I the only one that thinks Peter looks like barbecued chicken?" Zach said out loud. Natalie looked at her brother and smacked his forehead. "Ow!"
"Now's not the time to be stupid!" she hissed.
The teenagers then noticed that Derek had walked out of the house and over to Peter. He knelt over his uncle's body and glared at him. Scott knew what Derek was thinking about- he was internally debating on whether he should kill Peter or not. He up and ran to Derek.
"Wait!" he exclaimed, "You said the cure comes from the one who bit you. Derek, if you do this, I'm dead. Her father, her family… what am I supposed to do?"
"You've… decided… already," Peter wheezed out to his nephew, "I can smell it on you! Just remember that without me, you will never find Anabelle. You'll be looking for her day and night, like you've been doing for the past six years. There's no chance of you getting her back!"
"One way or another," Derek growled out, "I will find her if it is the last thing I do." He raised his claws up.
"Wait! No, no! Don't!" Scott yelled.
It was too late. The damage was already done. Derek had slashed Peter's throat, ending his life. He stood up and turned to everyone else. His eyes glowed red as he spoke these next four words, "I'm the alpha now."
A whimper was heard. Derek looked back behind him and saw the white wolf staring back at him. He didn't even know when she had waked up. She had still been knocked out before he walked out of the house. For the first time that night, Derek was able to tell what emotion her blue eyes held. To his surprise, she seemed to be disappointed. Disappointed at him specifically. It made his eyes turn back to green. The white wolf backed away from him before running off.
"Wait!" Derek called out to her, prepared to follow after her.
But she had already gone too deep into the woods. He could hear her howl far off into the distance. His eyes flashed red once more as the thought of letting her slip through his fingers made him mad.
Now Derek knew what his one of his first missions was as the alpha- find out who was really the white wolf.
"Shut the door," Scott told Stiles after they and Natalie snuck into Lydia's room in the hospital.
Stiles went to do what he was told until the door started creaking. Trying to stay quiet, he closed the door as slow as possible, which only made the noise grow louder. Once it was finally shut, he quickly locked it and slumped against it. His best friend and girlfriend stared at him with disbelief.
"What?" he asked.
"I worry about you a lot, Stiles," Natalie deadpanned, "I actually pray for you before I go to bed."
"I know when you're being sarcastic," Stiles whispered, "but truth be told, I don't find it to be all that funny."
"Oh, boohoo!"
Before they could get into it, Scott hushed them. The couple stuck their tongues out at each other as they got up to go stand by Lydia's bed. Scott looked around to see if anyone outside the room saw them before lifting up Lydia's blanket to look at the bite mark on her side.
Natalie walked over to Lydia's other side and took her hand. It felt so cold against her warm skin. Seeing her longtime friend like this was rough for Natalie. Lydia was always so full of life and smiling all the time. Now, she almost resembled a corpse with her freezing skin and pale face. Was this how her own friends and family saw Natalie when she laid on a hospital bed as she was being treated for cancer? Did she look this lifeless? If she did, she felt like going over to them and giving them the biggest hug she could give them.
"Is it completely healed?" Stiles asked, breaking Natalie out of her thoughts.
"No, not at all," Scott answered.
The redhead's eyes widened. "What do you mean, 'not at all'?"
"I mean that the bite's still there," Scott said, "It still looks fresh."
"I don't get it," Stiles said, "The doctor said she'd be fine."
"Yeah, but the bite's not healing like it did with me. Which means… she's not a werewolf."
"Then what the fuck is she?" Natalie questioned softly as she pushed Lydia's hair out of her face.
This just opened up so many questions for the trio. And they didn't even know where to start to try to look for answers.
And that's the end of season 1! PLEASE review and let me know what you think! And I'm glad that you guys are liking Zach. And now that he knows about the supernatural, he will be showing up more frequently.
Speaking of Zach, I had gotten a question wondering why I don't pair Malia up with him. This is something that I actually have considered doing before. But the thing for me is that I think Zach is still too young to be with her. And I didn't care for the fact that season 4 of the show was pretty much centered around Stiles and Malia. That's just my opinion so I apologize if anyone else thinks otherwise. I just want to really focus this story on Stiles and Natalie so that's why I changed Malia into a boy. I might change my mind in the future, but in the meantime, this is what I have planned.
And to just clear things up, everything I put in these stories has a sole purpose. I'm not throwing random stuff in there just for the hell of it. Like if you guys also read my IsaacxOC story Scars, there may be some elements in there that people may not necessarily agree with, like the fact that Isaac and Delilah got together quicker than most people do and that Isaac doesn't really do anything to stop Delilah from hurting herself. I'll go more into detail about this the next time I update Scars, but just keep in mind that everything I put in my stories are there for a reason.
Before I go, either some time tonight or tomorrow, I will be posting the first chapter of the DerekxOC story No One Else so be on the lookout! Until then, I'll be sure to update soon! xoxo, Maddie :)