Chapter Three: A Code to Follow
"Please, please don't kill me. I'll tell you anything!" One of the Werewolves pleaded, as he slowly crawled away from his foe covered in leaves, mud, and blood. Argent walked through the destroyed Werewolf camp, inspecting the corpses of the other Werewolves. Three more Hunters emerged from the dark blanketed forest. They walked into the light of the camp all heavily armed, "having your friend put his claws into the back of my neck didn't give you the information you want!" the Werewolf claimed, and Argent chuckled before raising his left arm and aiming his pistol at the Werewolf,
"But it did," Argent assured him before firing a single round into the centre of his forehead.
"You seem to be back to your old self," Peter stated as he stepped into the light cleaning the blood from his hand.
"We protect those who cannot protect themselves." Argent recited,
"A lovely mantra."
"Did you find out anything useful?"
"They're well structured; this pack and the first one were merely foot soldiers, trained to fight in battle. Kept away from anything important, the person who sent them here contacted them by phone."
"So they're organised." Argent summed up as Peter wiped his hands clean as best he could,
"They are, but there is something more, something here in Beacon Hills they want."
"Riley?"
"No, they want her dead because she is an anchor, but there was something else, 'in despair he will return to the Alpha' was said to the group, the rest I didn't hear."
"In despair, he will go back to the Alpha, who is the 'he' in this situation?"
"I'm not sure, but he is in Beacon Hills, and he is important to them," Peter explained, Agent and the other Hunters looked around as the rumbling of thunder sounded from above them.
The following day at Beacon Hills High School Scott's pack was on high alert, Peter reported his discovery to them, and Riley's safety was their top priority. Meanwhile, at Scott's home, he, Stiles, Lydia, and Malia were discussing what to do next.
"I don't like it, that we have to resort to killing them." Scott insisted,
"Well, it's either them or us," Malia stated,
"In this case Scott I think Malia is right, they are coming here with a purpose and won't stop until they have accomplished their mission or are dead." Lydia agreed,
"I'm sorry Scott but our usual method, it just isn't enough anymore. Anyway, we have professional, but mainly experienced killers on our side, so let's just let them do what they do." Stiles argued, but Scott still struggled to accept it, he understood their argument but it just went against what he believed, they were killers, but he knew deep down that to protect Riley, his friends and his home against this new threat that they also would have to become killers.
"You're the Alpha Scott, a True Alpha, so what's our next move?" Malia asked, Scott vaguely looked down at the floor in thought.
"I need time to think, clear my head." Scott insisted as he hurried to the door,
"Scott!" Stiles called out, but it was too late he was already out the door and jogging away, Stiles turned and looked at Lydia and Malia with concern. Scott ran through the forest surrounding Beacon Hills and eventually came to a stop at the rock where he would meet with Allison in secret. Scott sat on the rock in silence, unable to clear his head he continued running and climbing higher until he reached a high enough point from where he could see and look over Beacon Hills comfortably. His phone would ring from time to time, but Scott chose to ignore it, not even looking to see whom it was, he looked down at Beacon Hills, the lights illuminated in the night and Scott listened to the life that filled the streets and buildings. Scott heard someone approaching and for a moment was on guard until he picked up the scent of Derek,
"I could have been anyone" Derek called out as he walked up behind Scott
"Yeah but it's just you." Scott insisted while Derek came to a stop next to him
"What are you doing up here Scott?"
"Thinking, listening"
"Stiles told me about the argument you guys had"
"I don't get it, why they're so quick to change how we deal with things around here, they're so fast to just wanting to kill."
"That's because they're scared, you don't have to be a supernatural creature to sense that something is coming. We've faced some bad, scary stuff to protect this town, to stay alive; you and I know something is coming, they do, the way it's building up it doesn't look like it, it's going to be something small. We have foot soldiers coming into Beacon Hills on a mission, I don't think our friends want to kill, but knowing them if they're pushed to it I know they'll kill to protect one another and this town. I also think deep down you will too if it comes to it" Derek explained, and Scott sighed and pondered for a moment,
"I understand in the past we got lucky, our enemies either killed each other or we were able to subdue them without killing them, I know that being the moral bound, good guys as we have been might not be enough this time. I'm not worried about that, or about killing to protect my friends, I'm worried I might like it, what if I give into the beast too much and I can't come back." Scott expressed, and Derek could smell Scott's fear,
"You're a True Alpha Scott, you became that through the strength of your character, by the force of your will. I've never met someone so morally good and incorruptible. I know that if you are to kill it will not be because you want to, or liked to, the fact that you're here now in the conundrum proves even further that you won't become a beast or demon wolf." Derek assured him, Scott was comforted by Derek's words and felt confident in himself, the pair stood for a time looking at Beacon Hills in silence.
"We're going to have to do a call-to-arms aren't we?"
"It's a good thing we made so many friends over the years Scott because I think with whatever is coming we're going to need a lot of help."
"A call-to-arms it is then, I pray we are over estimating and that it doesn't come to such a battle."
"The Battle of Beacon Hills, you know my family had been the protectors of Beacon Hills since it was founded. To see you come in after their deaths and take their place, I was jealous, even hated you for a time. I now look at you, at our pack of Hunters, Werewolves, Humans, Banshees, Werecoyote, a Hellhound, the lot; and I can help but be proud because I know that if my family were here my Mother, in particular, they'd be proud too. If there is going to be a battle, in whatever shape or size, I couldn't think of a better pack I'd rather be fighting along side with." Derek expressed, and Scott chuckled,
"You're starting to sound like you don't believe we're going to make it through." Scott pointed out,
"I have full confidence in our ability to overcome what ever enemy heads this way, but I also don't believe it's good to leave things unsaid."
"Well after we save the town, if we're both still standing I'll make sure there isn't anything I don't want to say to you."
"You've got yourself a deal, Scott."
"Looking forward to it." Scott insisted, and they both laughed together.
The following day Scott called his pack, to the Hale Estate to start properly planning for what was to come.
"I'm not going to stand here and pretend, or lie, something big is coming" Scott began,
"Yeah, someone's army" Peter sighed,
"Deaton, I want you to go through the Dread Doctor's notes, and archives try and find out all you can about this creature you were talking about. Braeden, I need you talk with whoever you can from when you were a Marshal try and see if there is any information or lead we could use. Chris, I need to you reach out to the Calaveras make sure they're ready to come help out if we need it and also any other Hunters you know who would be willing and able to help if it comes to it." Scott instructed,
"Is this happening, is the great Scott McCall preparing for war?" Peter asked his tone called and unforgiving,
"If this feeling that we have is any indication, we need to be prepared for anything; we need the help of anyone who is willing to provide it," Scott explained,
"A call to arms then, forgive me, but I'm not going to follow some morally incorruptible teenager into battle" Peter expressed,
" This is our home, this right here is our pack our family, if these people are coming here looking for a fight then they'll find one. If they are fighting with the intent to kill then." Scott paused, the pack waited patiently for Scott to finish, "to protect all that we hold dear, we must be ready to kill them before they kill us, or any innocents that may get caught in the crossfire." Scott finished, and his proclamation even brought a smug smile to Peter's face,
"It seems Scott has grown up, well I say let them come, time to see how a True Alpha kills." Peter insisted,
"We protect those who cannot protect themselves," Scott said looking over at Argent who smiled proudly at him,
"Allison's code, I couldn't think of a better call to arms" Chris stated warmly,
"If there is an army coming, I don't want this town to become a war zone." Sheriff Stilinski said concerned,
"We will try our best to make sure it doesn't come to that, but can you start looking into options we could take in case?" Scott replied Stilinski nodded,
"What about us, are we to just go to school like everything is normal?" Liam asked Scott looked at him,
"Yes, we pretend as if everything is normal, we don't know if we're being watched. We're going to watch over Riley, find out who she is an anchor for, and Liam I want you to ask Brett to contact Satomi, we will need her help and that of her pack." Scott explained,
"I think we should contact Deucalion; we could use his help if there's going to be a fight" Derek pointed out, and Scott nodded agreeing with Derek. He looked around at his Pack.
Meanwhile away from Beacon Hills far deep in a forest, a large camp had been set up around an abandoned bunker. A freshly shaven tall man with brown hair that ran down to his collar, dressed in a suit, with a black coat on walked through the camp, as men and women sparred against one another, laugh, talked and ate. He walked into the bunker, down a few stairs and into a large dark room coming to a stop in the middle of the chamber.
"Has the anchor been dealt with?" A ghostly voice sounded from the surrounding darkness,
"No my lord, it seems the True Alpha and his Pack have been underestimated, they're more formidable than first thought." The man explained with an overpowering southern accent evidence of a high-end lifestyle.
"So the girl lives." The ghostly voice hissed,
"If you were to prolong your plans my Lord for a little longer…" the man started,
"I can prolong no more, because of your failure Melvin, Scott McCall now solidifies his defences in Beacon Hills and readies for our assault. Pack up the camp and prepare to move out," the voice commanded.
"We're…." Melvin began,
"Now!" the voice shouted, Melvin quickly bowed before running out of the bunker,
"I will kill the anchor myself, I will tear the True Alpha in half, and I will watch Beacon Hills burn!" the voice proclaimed.
-Author's note-
Hey guys, sorry for taking so long to upload been busy with life, I'm also currently in the process of publishing a novel, and so that is taking up much of my time, and I suck at time management haha. I will dedicate more time to this again, and I will get back to writing and be updating it for all of you. Please share your thoughts and opinions with me whether it's a review, a message or follow me on twitter Brayden_Lamaka where I'm trying to be more active, haha but the main thing is to let me know what you think I'd love to hear from you guys, thanks for the support! 3