A Week Ago
Rave Warehouse
Scott's POV
Not so long ago, Derek told me that I wasn't in love, that I was sixteen years old, a child, with a stupid little teenage crush.
After the way Allison looked at me when she first saw my werewolf appearance, due to her father trying to kill me and my instincts kicking in, a part of me wanted to believe him to stop my heartache even though I still tried to get Derek to help me protect Allison and her family by stopping his uncle.
My mom didn't get, Allison wasn't just any girl, there wasn't any other girl I'd rather go the formal dance with other than her.
Stiles didn't get it.
Maybe he would get it if he finally confessed his long time feelings, and obsession, for Lydia, and she reciprocated.
Derek didn't get it, I didn't have a crush on Allison, I was in love with her.
I loved her more than words could ever express.
She was the eye of the storm that was my life now, she was everything.
Mr Argent didn't get it, his threats were scary as hell, but I couldn't give up Allison even if I wanted to, I didn't want to, I couldn't help it.
I didn't get Stiles' obsession with Lydia, until I met Allison Argent and oh, loving her and being loved by her was something I would give my life for.
Speaking of, Mrs Argent didn't get it either, probably more than anyone.
When she called me an Omega, a lone wolf without a pack, while gleefully watching me suffocate, I could only think of her daughter, one of two people, the other being Stiles, Derek was forced to acknowledge the strength of my bond with and compare it with his own with his Betas.
After I almost killed Allison, Lydia, Jackson and Stiles at Peter's command, and I knew just how powerful a pack bond was, and to have Derek acknowledge my bond with Allison and Stiles like he did, shielded me from feeling alone in my last moments alive.
Unfortunately, the memory of the acknowledgement also made me realize how I used Allison like Derek used his Betas.
After being threatened as many times as I've been threatened these past months by terrifying and violent men, I never thought that they would be out done by a woman at the school reception with only a pencil in hand that wasn't even directed at me.
Oh, the unspoken threat was there, but it wasn't the threat that genuinely terrified me, it was the vibe Mrs Argent gave, the killer intent I could literally feel, smell and taste barely restrained in her misleadingly calm exterior.
What terrified me even more was realizing that it was the first time I identified the vile scent, and it was directed at me, it spoke to the most primal part of me.
If Allison told me that she was adopted, I would instantly believe her because I couldn't comprehend how Mrs Argent could be her biological mother after that encounter, but she was never going to tell me anything because my body and lungs were giving up on me.
I wished I could get one last chance to see Allison and beg for her forgiveness for suggesting the things I suggested, I didn't know what I was thinking.
A part of me, it was scary how big it was, thought that I deserved this, Mrs Argent killing me, for encouraging Allison to go out with and kiss Matt if she had to, maybe that was why I didn't howl when I had the chance, I didn't deserve Allison.
She was too good for me.
My father didn't think that I was good enough to stay in my life, why did I think I would be good enough to stay in Allison's?
Why was I even thinking about him when I could use my last breath to beg Allison's mother to give Allison my apology?
I didn't deserve forgiveness, but I did owe Allison an apology at least.
"Allison," I struggled say, my lungs burning, reminding me of what it used to feel like to be human for me, a human Scott Allison never got to meet. "Please, tell her I'm sorry."
CUT
I suddenly woke with a gasp and a surge of energy, power, before I immediately closed in on myself, feeling cold, instead of the warmth of the Heavens or the punishing heat of Hell.
I wasn't a believer, anyway.
Following the energy and the coldness, I smelled blood, I was familiar with that scent, and meat, and...
My mind halted while my eyes snapped open, only a little, my eyelids felt strange, and cold, and so did everything, the metallic floor too.
I only saw darkness, until I moved to stand.
I wasn't able to stand, too weak, even with the energy surge that woke me up, lights came on, and I couldn't believe where I was, in a walk-in cooler, near the closed door.
It dawned on me that Mrs Argent must have locked me inside the cooler, knowing that I couldn't call out for help with the wolfsbane in my system and lungs, and I would be too weak to claw my way out, probably as extra punishment for my request.
I forced myself to sit up and looked at the door in search of a handle, but found none.
Mrs Argent wasn't going to tell Allison that I was sorry, and I couldn't die without her knowing, I couldn't die without seeing her again and fixing things between us, but I couldn't stand up, no matter how much I tried.
I crawled on the cold metal floor to be nearer to the door, and then protracted my claws, intent on clawing my way out no matter how much I had to push myself
The claws didn't come out, I was too cold to protract them, and I was starting to feel lightheaded.
I couldn't help but cry, wishing I howled when I had the chance because I was sure Derek would have heard me and come to my rescue, he always did.
Derek.
At the thought of Derek, I remembered what he said about anger, and I focused on it, on the anger I felt towards the woman who was so hateful that she wanted me to die in the cruelest of ways for loving her daughter.
Did she realize that my death was going to hurt Allison?
Did she realize that I had a mother who loved me, unlike the sperm donor who made me spend weekends with him in crappy motels before he decided that his job was more important than me and left town for good?
Did Peter...?
Before I could finish that thought, I felt my index claw protract, although not fully, however, I was too worn out and my head felt light, foggy.
If I couldn't claw my way out, and the staff didn't find me alive in the morning, I would leave something other than my body.
A quarter moment after I closed my eyes forever, I realized too late that I had my phone in my pocket.
CUT
Warm.
I felt warm, warm to my very soul, and when I opened my eyes, I found myself sitting cross-legged atop a huge tree stump with a woman of Asian descent around forty to fifty years old sitting across from me in the same manner but with a hand gesture she dispelled before I could really see it.
"Three things cannot long be hidden," She said. "The sun, the moon, the truth. I am about to reveal your truth to you, but before I do that, I'll introduce myself. I am True Alpha Satomi Ito of Beacon Hills."
"Beacon Hills, you're from Beacon Hills, California?" I asked, surprised.
"Yes," Satomi confirmed. "Are you familiar with the town?"
"I live in Beacon Hills," I replied, but then remembered that I was dead. "I lived in Beacon Hills before I - I died."
"You're not dead."
"Wha-what?"
"Your ascension must have saved your life."
"My ascension?" I was so confused.
"Why don't you introduce yourself," Satomi suggested. "And then we'll continue our conversation."
She seemed so calm, like we weren't sitting on a huge stump in a white room, it was a little unnerving, but also calming.
"I'm Scott McCall," I introduced myself after a moment.
"Which pack are you from?"
I went quiet at the question, unsure of my answer.
"Who is your Alpha," Satomi changed the question.
"I don't have an Alpha," I replied, this question easier than the last.
"Were you born a werewolf, then?"
"I was turned by the Bite without my permission a few months ago."
Satomi's eyes widened just a little in surprise.
"You're the boy Peter Hale turned, aren't you?" She inquired, surprising me.
"How do you know that?" I asked.
She responded with a smile that revealed canines that protracted into longer and thicker fangs than my own, eyes glowing a brighter than usual Alpha red.
"I am bound by duty to do for you what my predecessor did for me," She said. "I didn't know when you would ascend, but I am glad you ascended now. Welcome to your Samten bardo and my Chönyi bardo. We have much to do, young True Alpha."
