Title : Alpha Days
Author : Tariq ( formerly Aeris Jade Orion )
Rating : R
Pairing : SM/AA
Timeline : Season One
Summary : What if the police didn't show up
in the episode Night School?
Authors note: It's unbeta'd. At the moment I
have no beta reader for this genre. So drop me
a line if you're interested.
Second, due to health issues, and taking care
of my disabled mom, I haven't been able to
write much. But over the last several years
I've managed to slowly write on a number
of stories.
What I've decided to do is go ahead and
publish what I've managed to put together.
The stories are unfinished, and sometimes,
the last chapter I worked on is unfinished.
Plus, there maybe multiple chapters, each one a
different version. Just warning everyone.
So I apologize in advance.
Disclaimer : Not mine. All characters belong
to MTV
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Prologue
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Scott ran from his human pack as fast as he
could, dropping the now useless keys behind him.
He finally understood why the Alpha had trapped
them in the school. Why he'd lured the others
there. Why he'd seperated Scott from them.
Everything was for one purpose. To force Scott
to kill them. To force Scott to change and
make him slaughter them.
Glowing red eyes appeared in front of him. A
low growl echoeing through the dark, silent
halls. The towering figure's claws slowly tapping
at the tiles, one by one.
" I won't do it. " Scott vowed. " I won't. No
matter how many times you force me to change,
or call me out. I won't kill. Not them, not
anyone. "
He crouched down, and drew on his wolf. This
creature was going to touch his pack. Not now,
not ever.
" And neither will you. "
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Stiles swallowed nervously. He'd heard the howl
of the Alpha. Hell, he'd felt it in his bones.
It had been all he could do not to mess his pants
when it had rocked the school.
Worse, Scott was out there when it had come. Scott
who had broken the key off in the lock.
' Not good. ' Stiles swallowed again. ' Okay,
probably good. '
For him to break it off, it meant he'd gotten
control of himself. It also meant he'd figured
something out. Something very bad. Something
Stiles had figured out himself.
The Alpha wanted Scott to kill off Scott's pack.
I.E. them. Scott had refused. Scott was now in
the school with a very ticked off Alpha.
' Oh, god. ' Stiles paled very white. ' The
Alpha is going to kill him. '
" What the hell is going on, Stiles? " Allison
let go of the door as another very loud howl
shook the school, sending Jackson to his knees.
" What? " Stiles asked nervously, chewing on his
nails. " We told you. Derek is trying to kill us. "
" Bullshit! " Allison snapped. " You and Scott
have been lying all night. Then Scott decides
to run off into the school, he comes back and
locks us in, then you start to freak out, and
now those noises. What the hell is going on
Stiles?! "
Another howl broke the silence, this time a
different one. Stiles recognized it belonging
to Scott. It was slightly lighter than the
Alpha's, but filled with agony.
" Shit. " Stiles cursed.
" Stiles! " Lydia demanded this time.
He bit his lip. This was really bad. His crush
on Lydia demanded he answer. So did his concern
for Scott. But telling Allison and Jackson was
a really bad idea.
Allison was from a family of werewolf hunters.
Who knew what she would do. Or her family. Plus,
well, telling the girlfriend seemed like a really
bad idea. Talk about cautioning her about safe
sex.
Then there was Jackson. The oaf was libel to
get on a turn me into a werewolf kick. Forget
about all the bad things. Like say hunters,
wolf pms, wolfsbane, etc.
" Stiles, please?! " Allison begged.
Damn it.
" It's not Derek out there. " He sighed. " We're
not sure who it is. "
" What do you mean, you don't know? " Jackson
scoffed in disbelief.
" I didn't say we didn't know what, I said who. "
Stiles corrected.
" Say that again. " Lydia blinked.
" It's a werewolf. Or to be precise, an Alpha
werewolf. We've been trying to figure out his
identity but so far we've failed. " Stiles
rambled.
" You've lost your mind. " Lydia groaned.
" I knew it! " Jackson raved in triumph. " I
knew McCall was a freak! "
" Wait, what? " Lydia turned to her boyfriend.
" You believe him? "
" Of course. It makes perfect sense. " Jackson
moved away from Allison, now ignoring the girl.
" The freak Scott's a werewolf. It's why he's
suddenly so good at lacrosse. Why him and the
dork over here are suddenly getting caught up
in all the strange stuff going on. "
Stiles sighed, realizing he'd been right about
Jackson. He saw the hurt on Allison's face as
she caught on to Jackson's game.
" But it's not possible. I mean, werewolves
aren't real. " Allison tried to reason out.
" Right, and the weird claw like puntures in
McCall's lacrosse glove was from what? A BBQ
fork? Or what about the growling? " Jackson
laughed, then turned to Stiles. " Now, he
can turn me right? With a bite or scratch
or something? "
" You're not serious. " Lydia stared.
" I'm deadly serious. It's time for an upgrade. "
Jackson smirked.
" Okay, first of all, Scott is a Beta wolf, and
only Alpha wolf's can make baby's. " Stiles said,
wincing as Scott let out another howl. " Second,
do you hear that? That is Scott, in a lot of pain,
and do you know why he is in pain? Because he is
protecting you, dumb ass. "
" If he can't turn me, then I don't care, dumb ass. "
Jackson stalked to the back of the room, hopping
onto a table and tuning them out.
" What do you mean he's protecting us? " Allison
demanded. " He left us here. "
" Not exactly. " Stiles paused at another howl.
" The Alpha is the one who turned him. He has a
lot of control over him. He can force Scott to
turn, can call him out, even force him to kill.
Scott's managed to refuse him once before, he
protected the school bus driver from the Alpha,
and got really hurt for it. "
" When Allison said she got the text, we
thought the Alpha lured her here to kill her due
to the werewolf hunter thing. "
" Wait, what? " Allison interrupted.
" You're entire family hunts werewolves. " Stiles
explained. " Scott got info the Alpha is after
you or someone in your family, and with the text
we assumed tonight was about killing you. That's
why Scott was so insistant about leaving the
room. He wanted to get the keys, but he was
also counting on his connection to the Alpha
to keep him away from you. "
" Oh god. " Allison pressed her hand to her
mouth.
" Then why would he break the key off in the
lock? " Lydia asked.
Stiles clenched his fists at the next howl. It
was much longer. Much louder. Higher in pitch.
" Because I was stupid. I should have realized
when I saw Jackson and you with Allison. The
two of you entered the building after Allison.
If the Alpha wanted Allison it would have killed
you two outside, and trapped Allison in with us,
but it didn't. " Stiles admitted.
" So? " Jackson snorted.
" So, it wanted the four of us dead, but it didn't
want to kill us. " Stiles said softly.
" I don't get it. " Lydia frowned.
" It wanted Scott to. " Allison answered, tears
falling.
" The howl you heard when he left was the Alpha
forcing him to shift and commanding him to kill
us. " Stiles nodded. " Scott broke the key off
because he managed to fight the command. "
" Yeah, right. " Jackson scoffed.
" What does that mean? " Allison wiped at her
tears.
" The Alpha needs pack to be strong, but he
won't keep anyone who won't obey him. This is
the second time Scott's disobeyed him. Derek
said an Alpha won't let a Beta live after the
second time. " Stiles truthfully said.
" He's killing Scott? " Allison grabbed him.
" Yeah. " A howl, more like a scream, ripped
through the school. " Slowly, from the sound
of it. "
" We have to help him. " Allison went back
to the door, struggling with the door knob.
" Damn it. "
" Wait a minute, are you nuts? " Jackson
stood up. " If you get the door open, you
can't relock it, and I am not risking my
neck for the freak. "
" Scott is going to die! " Stiles snapped at the
teen. " He's out there protecting you! "
" Yeah, well I say let him! "
" I'm not letting my boyfriend die! " Allison
yelled, surprising everyone. " Lydia, can you
make something to get the door open? "
" Acid should eat through the lock. " Lydia
moved to the cabinet.
" What about more of those cocktails? " Stiles
asked.
" There's enough ingredients left for two more
but that's it. " Lydia set the acid aside,
pausing at one of the brown bottles. " This
isn't sulferic acid. "
" What? " Allison turned from the door.
" Jackson! You didn't hand me the Sulferic
Acid! " Lydia shot her boyfriend a horrified
look.
Stiles rubbed his head, trying not to think of
his friend in the school carrying an ineffective
weapon.
" So? " Jackson barely spared the girl a glance.
" I guess I got confused. "
" So? " Allison trembled. " Scott went out there
depending on a weapon. A weapon you helped make. "
" Well sorry. " Jackson sarcastically apologized.
" Look, I grabbed the wrong bottle. It happens.
Deal with it. "
Stiles grabbed Allison before she did something
he wouldn't regret. A weak whimpering howl echoed
out.
" We don't have time. Scott's getting weaker. "
Stiles reminded them. " We have to hurry. "
" He's right. " Lydia lost the air head look,
glaring at Jackson. " Stiles, help me with this.
Allison, work on the lock. "
" Right. " Allison agreed.
Stiles hurried over to his crush.
" Fine, get yourselves killed. " Jackson threw
his hands up. " I don't see why you don't just
call the Argent's. "
" Yeah, and get Scott killed in the process. "
Stiles snorted. " He already had a nice little
run in with Allison's dad. Not to mention when
her Aunt came to town. "
" Wait, what? " Allison wanted to know.
" Long stories, both. " Stiles waved off. " If
we survive this we'll tell you a lot of stories
you won't believe, and not just about your family.
Though, they do include your family. Especially
about dinner night. "
" Dinner? There's a story about the family
dinner? " Allison backed away from the door as
the lock broke and the door swung open.
" Oh yeah. You weren't the only one stealing
from your Aunt Kate. " Stiles smirked.
" Wait, Scott told you about that? " Allison
glared.
" And you didn't tell Lydia? " He shot back.
" She so did. " Lydia supplied.
" Lydia! " Allison snapped.
" Well, you did. " Lydia innocently said,
finishing the second cocktail.
Stiles grabbed a bottle, while Allison grabbed
the other. He hurried to follow the dark haired
teen as she jogged into the hall.
" I don't have a plan yet. " He tried to stop
her.
" Figure it out on the way. " Allison tersely
ordered. " Because I'm not waiting. "
Stiles was surprised Lydia feel in step with
them, but she did, holding several bottles of
chemicals.
" I would prefer we had a plan. " Lydia grumbled.
" Too bad Jackson didn't decide to help. " Stiles
mumbled under the sound of another howl. " We
could use his aim if nothing else. "
He could see the darkening expressions on both
females faces. He knew neither of them would be
forgiving Jackson for what happened in the class
room. Just like he wouldn't.
" He can rot. " Allison cursed. " Besides, I
have plenty of aim. "
" Guys... " Lydia whispered.
Stiles froze in shock. Standing with the two
teens at the top of the short stairway down.
Below them was the Alpha hovering over a
transformed Scott.
" Hey! Get off my boyfriend! " Allison yelled,
throwing her beaker at the enourmous werewolf.
The monster's head cocked toward her, casually
tilting it's bodying so the flask went past it
and exploded against the door to the French
classroom behind him.
The hall lit up revealing Scott to Stiles, and
the boy felt his stomach churn. Since his best
friends change he'd developed instant healing,
but right now, it wasn't working.
Blood was smeared over a wide area. Splashed
across the walls, lockers, and ceiling. Dripping
thickly, running in thick droplets.
He could see deep claw marks on Scott's chest.
So deep he could see flashes of white rib bone.
Through his stomach, his arms, and legs.
Stiles jerked as Allison snatched the flask
from him. He could see silent tears running
down her face. Yet there was also a deep rage
burning there.
" I said... " Allison gritted. " Get. Off. Him. "
Stiles shivered at the deadly coldness in her
tone of voice. He never wanted to hear it again
as long as he lived. It made his skin crawl.
It spun around to face them fully. It's body
tensed to attack. The flask spun through the
air at it's chest, but it was leapt up over
it, toward Allison.
" ...no... " Came a gargled reply from Scott.
Stiles watched wide eyed as Allison tripped
over her own feet, scrambling backwards. Then
Scott was suddenly there. Between Allison and
the Alpha. His body crouched over hers, face
to face with her.
Blood arched out over the three teens, streaming
down onto Allison. Dark red liquid gushed from
Scott's mouth. The Alpha's right claw flexed
where it was had stabbed completely through
his back and chest.
" ...Scott..." Allison shook.
" Oh god... " Stiles backed up.
"...love...you..." Scott choked. "...I...love
...you..."
The Alpha yanked it's claw from Scott, like
a puppet master cutting a puppets strings. The
teen fell bonelessly into Allison's sobbing arms.
" Nononono. " She cried. " Scott, don't do this. "
" I believe it's time you leave. " A new voice
spoke from the shadows.
" Deaton? " Stiles frowned at the man as he
entered the fire light, and then stared at the
Alpha. " Wait, you're not the Alpha? "
" No, but the Alpha is leaving now. " Deaton
firmly stated.
The Alpha backed several yards from the teens,
allowing the vet to stand beside Allison and the
mortally injuried Scott.
" I said, leave. " Deaton repeated. His voice
becoming like the wind. Flittering in no order,
chaotic. Fast, slow. Here, there. High, low.
Deep, shallow.
The werewolf let lose a piercing howl, shaking
the school to it's very foundation, and when
it stopped the Alpha was gone.
" Scott, please, I love you. " Allison laid
him on the floor, soaked with his blood. " You
can't die. "
" We have to get him to the clinic. " Deaton
knelt down to examine the teens wounds.
" Injuries made by an Alpha won't heal. Without
help, he will die. "
" Can you heal him? " Stiles asked.
" Maybe. " Deaton scooped the boy up, starting
out of the school. " It depends on a lot of
factors. "
" Such as? " Stiles demanded.
" I need to know everything about his turning,
and his pack. "
" Everything? " Stiles became jittery.
" Everything. " Deaton confirmed.
" Ah, hell. "
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' This has to be a nightmare. ' Allison rubbed
at her freshly washed face.
Once they'd gotten to the clinic, the three teens
had been given fresh clothes, and sent to the
back showers. It had taken four washings to get
all Scott's blood off her.
She could feel it on her. Staining her skin,
in her hair. More tears ran down her cheeks,
even after swearing there were no more to tears
left to cry.
" Stiles, you better call Scott's mom and tell
her to get down here. " Deaton entered the back
room where they were waiting.
" Wait, why? " Stiles stood up. " What's going
on? "
" He's dying. "
" No! " Allison reacted. " You said you'd help
him. "
" If he had a pack, I could, but he doesn't. "
Deaton stressed. " He's adopted a group of humans
for his pack, and worse, he's taken a human for
his mate. He's an Omega. "
" What does that mean? " Allison latched onto
Deaton's wrist, stopping him.
" Look, a werewolf literally has a magical bond
with his pack and mate. His werewolf pack and mate.
If Scott had that pack and mate then I could save
him, but he doesn't. " Deaton explained.
" But you just said we're his pack, and Allison's
his mate? So can't we have that bond anyway? " Lydia
asked blankly.
" We're humans, not werewolves. " Stiles sighed,
sitting back down into his chair in defeat.
" There is one way. " Deaton hesitated. " It
became extinct in the middle ages. Werewolves
felt they should stick with their own kind so
any mention, or use of the practice was forbidden.
Bringing this method back will make your group
outcast with other werewolves. "
" I don't care, if it will save Scott, then I'm
in. " Stiles swore.
" I'm already in danger. " Lydia frowned. " I
don't see how anymore will hurt me. "
" Before you say anything, Miss. Argent, please
be aware that you've been chosen as the mate of
a werewolf. Like other wolve's, werewolves mate
for life. This won't be something you can just
walk away from. Once you do this, you will be
his mate for life. " Deaton explained.
" I understand. " Allison agreed.
" How does this work? " Lydia inquired. " I
mean, do we get special powers or anything? "
" With every person you add to the pack, you
get upgrades. Strength, speed, senses, better
healing. Just like a werewolf. However, there's
one difference. " Deaton said. " Your forms will
be actual wolves. No control issues, no full
moons, no anger problems. "
" Awesome. " Stiles lit up. " Let's do this. "
" Allison? " Lydia glanced over curiously.
She was sixteen, going on seventeen. A High
schooler. She hadn't been on many dates. Hardly
meet any boys she was interested in. Scott was
really the first one she had been drawn to.
Something about him just captured her heart
and soul. The first day when he'd given her
his pen, she'd immediately noticed him, his
eyes. Even when he'd missed the first ball
during Lacrosse practice she'd seen him.
Now, she was faced with this choice. A life
changing, all encompassing choice. Oh, Deaton
could dress it up with the word mate, but it
was really marriage. A permante, no divorce,
marriage.
Except Scott was dying. Because he had been
protecting her. Her, and Lydia, and Stiles,
and that stupid jock.
" Let's do it. " She whispered fiercely.
" Very well. Come with me. " Deaton guided them
into the exam room where Scott was. " The process
is simple. Scott lightly scratches a very specific
symbol over your hearts, and smears his blood
on the scratch. It will heal instantly and scar
gold color. "
" Is Scott able to do this? " Allison moved to
her heavily bandaged boyfriend.
Deaton took a small flower from the instrument
tray and waved it under Scott's nose. The boy
jerked awake. Though he was very groggy.
" Wh-? "
" Scott, this is very important so I need you
to listen to me. " Deaton gently hefted Scott
into a sitting position. " You have to make a
scratch on your three friends and smear blood
on it. But the scratch has to look exactly as
I show you. Do you understand? "
" Yeah. " Scott nodded.
" Good. " Deaton let Allison take Scott, and
removed a small pad from his pocket. He took
a pen from his shirt pocket and quickly drew
on the pad. " This is what is should look like. "
" 'kay. " Scott weakly said.
" Isn't that an Antimony? " Lydia peered at the
padd.
" You know your alchemy symbols. " Deaton smiled
in amusement. " Yes. It is the Antimony. It is
the magical symbol for the wolf. "
" Okay, well, let's do this. " Stiles stripped
off his shirt.
Allison guided Scott's hand up to Stiles chest.
Thankfully, Scott had enough control to make the
mark, but Allison ended up having to swipe Scott's
blood coated thumb over the mark.
The mark healed over before their eyes. The
scar the same gold color of a wolves eyes. Stiles
gasped loudly, shrinking into a dark, brown furred
wolf, then back to human.
" Whoa! " Stiles stumbled back. " Head rush! "
" My turn! " Lydia stalked forward, yanking her
neckline down.
This time, Allison had to use Scott's claw to
make the mark herself. Then swiped the bloody
thumb over the mark.
Again the mark healed with no problem. Lydia
shifted into a strawberry blonde wolf. A very smug,
looking wolf, which shifted back into an equally
smug looking human.
" Let's see how Jackson likes the new upgrade. "
Lydia's eyes gleamed. " From the distance. "
' Of course. ' Allison rolled her eyes.
She let Deaton take Scott from her, and pulled
her own shirt down. The vet used Scott's claw
to slice the symbol into her skin, then smeared
the blood over it.
She watched it heal, except instead of gold, it
turned red. Frowning she glanced up and saw Scott's
eyes flash red.
Then she shifted. The world opened up to her, and
she felt a spirit in her mind. A female wolf. Her
senses were on a whole other level. She felt herself
shift back.
" Now, I can save him. " Deaton herded them out
of the room. " Why don't you go home? I'll call
in the morning. "
" But... " Stiles protested.
" Unfornately, I will have to call his mother.
He won't be going anywhere tonight. " Deaton
frowned.
" Oh god, my dad's going to kill me. " Allison
grimaced.
She was out way past her curfew. Her clothes
were in a plastic bag, soaked with Scott's
blood. She had been ignoring her cell phone
since everything had started.
" What am I going to tell him? " She wondered
outloud.
" That is up to you. " Deaton somberly said.
" However, I would be very careful of your
aunt. There are rumors she may be involved in
the deaths of certain human werewolf family
members and werewolf sympathizers. Including
the Hale family fire. "
Allison swallowed the bile trying to rise up
in her throat. She wanted to deny the fact her
aunt could ever be involved in anything like
what he was describing, but she couldn't
bring herself to.
" Scott will be okay? " She questioned again.
" I promise. " Deaton assured.
She nodded and grabbed her bag. How was she
going to deal with her parents? Because she
was going to have to tell them something. And
she knew them well enough to know they wouldn't
stop until they got answers.
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Chris Argent was beyond worried when his daughter
came into the living room and tossed a clear,
plastic bag containing her bloody clothes onto
the coffee table.
It was almost four in the morning. She hadn't
answered a single call. Her hair was wet, and
skin damp from a shower. He could smell medical
soap and shampoo on her.
Victoria quickly moved to check their daughter
for injuries. The normally emotionaless woman
letting her concern show on her face.
Kate, for once, wasn't wearing a smile. Not
even some form of dark smirk. She was somber
and staring at the bag of clothes with hooded
eyes.
" What happened? " Chris finally found his voice.
His daughter sagged into the couch with tears
in her eyes. She was so lost. He felt rage
build up in his chest. He'd kill whoever did
this to her.
" You have to promise me. " She whispered.
" You have to promise to keep Aunt Kate from
killing any more humans, and she can't kill
him. None of you can. He saved my life. It's
his blood on my clothes. "
Chris felt his blood freeze as he processed
what his daughter said. He shifted his eyes
to his sister and back to his daughter.
" Repeat what you said about your Aunt. " He
demanded softly.
" Chris... " Kate tried, but he held up a hand
stopping her.
" She's been killing human werewolf sympathizers
and human werewolf family members. " Allison
meet his eyes. " She set the Hale house fire. "
His jaw clenched. Allison knew about werewolves,
she knew they hunted werewolves, and Kate had
become a rogue hunter.
" I did my job. " Kate exploded in protest.
" We live by the code. " Victoria snapped. " We
hunt those who hunt us. We never take a human life.
We also never take a werewolf who doesn't kill a
human. "
" Yeah, well, the code is outdated. " Kate argued.
" Enough. Both of you. " Chris glared. " Right now
I want to know how my daughter knows this stuff,
and what happened to her tonight. "
" The promise? " Allison raised her jaw.
" Kate will not be killing anymore humans. "
Chris assured. " Or I will personally be taking
care of her. "
" Fine, no humans. " Kate surrendered.
" And no killing my friend? " Allison narrowed
her eyes.
" I promise. " Chris nodded.
He hoped he wasn't making a mistake. However,
something serious had happened. Something which
had shaken his daughter up, and very nearly
killed her.
" I was supposed to meet Scott tonight for a
study session. Except he never arrived. Then
Jackson and Lydia drove up, they wanted to
search for him. " Allison's face darkened with
a rare rage he'd never seen before. " That's
when I got a text asking me to meet Scott at
the high school. Jackson and Lydia drove me
there. "
Chris sat beside her and laid his arm over her
shoulders.
" I should have known something was wrong from
the start. " Allison wiped at her face. " Scott
lost his cell phone yesterday, and he hadn't
replaced it yet. When we got there, Stiles Jeep
hood had been ripped up on one side, and there
were these huge claw marks. The front door was
wide open but Scott and Stiles weren't there. "
" It's not your fault. " Kate sat on the coffee
table in front of her.
" I went in and left the others outside while I
searched for the guys. Scott overheard my phone
ring and called me, told me to get to the lobby.
When we meet up, I found out Scott didn't send
the text. Then Lydia and Jackson showed up. "
Allison hugged herself. " Something started
walking in the ceiling and Scott and Stiles
told us to run. "
' Werewolf. ' Chris meet Victoria's eyes
over Allison's head.
How did Scott and Stiles know about them though?
Much less get involved with one in the middle of
the night?
" We made it to the cafeteria and blocked the
door off. I made things worse. " She admitted.
" I was scared and panicking and didn't know
what was going on. I kept demanding answers
from Scott. He knew what was going on and
didn't want to tell us, but I just kept pressing
him. "
If the boy did know about werewolves, of course
he didn't want to answer. He probably knew who
the Argent's were. What werewolve's were capable
of. How much trouble they were in.
" The janitor had been killed, and they finally
said it was Derek Hale who did it. Scott lied.
I know his tell. " Allison laughed tiredly.
" His what? " Victoria asked.
" Scott says when I lie I have a tell. " Allison
explained. " Scott has one too. When he said
it was Derek in the school he lied. "
" You're sure? " Kate frowned.
" Yeah. " Allison confirmed. " We wanted to call
the police after that. But Scott and Stiles kept
saying no. Lydia called anyway. The operator hung
up on her. Said they'd been warned they'd get crank
calls concerning the school. Jackson ordered Stiles
to call his father after that, but Stiles didn't
want to. He was really worried about his health.
It ended with Stiles punching Jackson. Stiles
finally called, but he reached his dad's
voicemail. "
Chris decided he was going to start training his
daughter the day after tommorrow. Intense training.
" Whatever was in the school attacked the doors.
It nearly took them off the hinges with a single
hit. I've never seen anything like it. " Allison
shook. " We headed up to the third floor and
found an open Chemistry classroom. It went right
past us. "
Why? It's senses alone would have told it exactly
where the kids were. The door would have been
kindle to it.
" Scott pointed out the door off the classroom
headed to the roof. There's a fire escape off it,
leading to the ground. The problem was the door
was deadbolted and the keys were with the janitor. "
Allison curled into Chris.
He could see exactly were this was going. It was
what he would do in that situation. What any solider
would do.
" He... He said he'd find the janitor's body and
get the keys. Then we could take the fire escape
to the ground and use Jacksons car to get out of
there. " Allison whispered. " I begged him not to
leave us. I told him I knew he was lying to us
all night. He wouldn't stay. Lydia even said she
could make a Molotov cocktail from the stuff in
the Chemistry cabinet so he'd have a weapon. "
" Impressive. " Kate whistled.
" No. It isn't. " Allison's face became enraged
again. " A while after Scott left there was this
very loud, rumbling howl. It shook the entire
school. Then five, maybe eight minutes later Scott
returned, except something was wrong. He locked
the door and broke the key off in the lock so we
couldn't get out. "
" Afterward, there were howls. Horrible, painful
howls. With the help of Lydia, we finally got the
truth out of Stiles. " Allison gripped Chris tightly.
Chris wasn't sure he wanted to hear this.
" Scott's been a Beta werewolf for a short time
now. But he's what you'd describe as an Omega.
He's been working with Stiles and sometimes
another Beta to identify and hopefully kill his
Alpha. "
He was right.
" It's a shame. " Kate tsked. " The kid had
really great brown eyes. "
Chris shoot his sister a warning glare.
" You don't understand. The school bus driver.
Scott was called out by the Alpha. He was on
the bus during the incident. He tried to stop
the Alpha. All the blood on the bus is Scott's. "
Allison sobbed.
" Tonight, Stiles and Scott were trying to find
out who the Alpha was. They broke into the school.
Scott howled into the intercom to attract the
Alpha. Only it backfired on them. They got
trapped in there with it, and then the Alpha
decided to gather Scott's human pack together. "
Allison rambled. " Us. "
" Okay, what am I missing? " Kate lost the smile
she'd been regaining.
" The Alpha wanted Scott to kill his pack. "
Victoria supplied.
" He wouldn't do it. He locked us in. The Alpha
found him afterward and started to kill him. "
Allison pulled away from Chris.
" And the blood? " He knew he'd regret asking.
" We couldn't let the Alpha kill him. " Allison
shakingly said. " I couldn't. Jackson... That
sorry bastard! He didn't give Lydia the Sulferic
Acid for the Molotov cocktail and then when he
found out about Scott, he dropped all pretense of
being my friend! He wasn't even sorry he screwed
up! The only thing he was concerned about was
whether Scott could make him a werewolf or not! "
Chris tried not to flinch back at the rage
in his daughter. Suddenly he was very determined
to keep his promise to her. If for no other
reason than to keep her anger directed away
from him.
' Though perhaps I'd better have a little talk
with Jackson Whitman. ' He noted.
" You're not bit are you? " Victoria demanded.
" No. " Allison ran a hand through her hair.
" We had enough ingredients for two cocktails,
and despite Jackson's refusal to help, we
survived. "
" The question is how? " Victoria prodded.
" An Alpha gives the most experienced hunters
trouble. "
" We almost didn't. When we got there, it ducked
the first flask like it was nothing, and Scott...
He was so badly hurt... I don't know how he was
alive. " Allison dropped her gaze to the
floor, her hands trembling violently. " It was
the same with the second flask. The Alpha leapt
at us, at me. He would have killed me, too. "
Chris pulled his only child into his arms, holding
her tightly to him. He'd nearly lost her.
" It was Scott. " She cried. " He threw himself
between us. The Alpha's claw was completely
through his back and chest. He just collapsed
on me, and there was so much blood. It wouldn't
stop. "
Tears saturated his shirt as she sobbed
uncontrolibly. He could see Victoria torn between
her natrual disgust of werewolves and gratitude
toward Scott for saving Allison.
" And the Alpha? " Kate casually asked.
' Damn it, Kate. '
" Deaton, showed up. He chased it away. " She
hiccuped.
" Deaton? " Victoria rubbed Allison's back.
" The doctor who runs the clinic Scott works
for. " Allison sat up. " He took us and Scott
there afterward. Gave us clothes and a place to
clean-up. "
" And how's Scott doing? " Kate smirked.
Allison suddenly pulled away, and stood up.
She moved to the fire place.
" You know as well as I do that werewolf healing
doesn't effect Alpha caused injuries. " Allison
darkly glared at Kate. " You also know a werewolf
needs a magically bonded pack and/or mate to
heal from the kind of injuries Scott suffered
tonight. "
" Gee, isn't that a shame. " Kate laughed merrily.
Chris felt his stomach drop. Allison's stance
was defiant. A glint in her eyes told him she
wasn't daddy's little girl tonight. In fact,
she was baiting her aunt.
" Yes, it is, except when I left the clinic,
Scott wasn't an Omega anymore. " Allison smirked
at her Aunt. " He had gained a magically bonded
human pack, along with a bonded mate. "
' Shit! '
His wife was up and across the room in seconds.
The perfectly manicured hand yanking the top
down to reveal a red Antimony scar over Allison's
heart.
An Alpha mate mark.
' She certainly doesn't do things halfway. '
" Do you have any idea what you've done? "
Victoria demanded sharply.
" I saved his life. " Allison retorted just as
sharply. " I also made sure I'd never be helpless
again. "
' There's that. ' He admitted to himself.
" Would one of you mind telling me what's going
on? " Kate let out a whistle.
Allison shifted into a seemingly normal dark
brown wolf. One with glowing red eyes.
Kate instantly drew a gun, pointing it at Allison.
Chris had his out the same instant with his at
Kate's temple.
" Do it, and I'll drop you where you stand. "
Chris promised as Allison shifted back.
" She's a werewolf. " Kate snarled.
" She's a human with powers. " Chris responded
darkly. " God, Kate, didn't you ever study?
The Antimony is an old form of magical bonding.
It allows humans to become part of a werewolf
pack without being turned. They get all the
advantages with no curse. If you don't believe
me test her blood, it will show her as human. "
" Seriously? " Kate glanced at him.
" Seriously. " He replied, tilting his gun to
the side.
" Huh. Cool. " Kate holstered her gun. " So
she gets a wolf form, but what about healing,
and all the other stuff? "
" Yes. " Allison answered.
" Kid, I think you're going to make the ultimate
hunter. " Kate practically drooled.
" No. " Chris refused. " I'm training her, but
she isn't becoming a hunter. Not yet, at least.
Besides, we still need to discuss this pack
business. "
" I know your upset. " Allison crossed her arms.
" But he was going to die. "
" We'll talk tommorrow. " Victoria said. " For
now. Sleep. "
Allison glanced around, then nodded. " I won't
stop seeing them, and I won't let you kill them
either. I love you, but I won't. "
" I know. " Chris simply said. Because he did.
" Now go. "
" Good night. " She said, going upstairs.
He rubbed his face tiredly. He really didn't need
this.
" I say kill them. " Kate said the minute Allison
was gone.
" Yes, the answer of a psychopath. " Victoria
snarled at Kate. " The murderer of how many
humans? "
" Look..."
" Don't. " Chris rubbed his head. " Please. We
have a mess here. My daughter is now the Alpha
female of a pack. She is however human. We should
be glad for that small miracle. "
" Yes, we should. " Victoria relaxed slightly.
" I suppose for a werewolf Scott has proven
somewhat useful. He did save her life. "
" We could use his help with the Alpha. " Chris
reluctantly admitted.
They hadn't had any luck tracking it. Yet two
teenage boys had lured it to the school. Despite
the disaster it had caused.
" Wait, you can't be serious. " Kate touched her
forehead. " You're not actually considering
letting Allison continue associating with some
mongrel, or asking for it's help? "
Chris personally hated the idea, and he knew
his wife did too. But to get rid of the Alpha...
To keep his daughter...
Yeah, they would.
" I think you should be more worried about
whether we decide to send you home for trial
or not. " Chris stated coldly. " Killing humans
is against the code, and you can be executed
for it. "
" Fine, whatever, I'm going to bed. " Kate
left.
" This is... difficult. " Victoria told him.
" If we don't adapt we'll lose Allison. " Chris
hugged her. " We also won't catch the Alpha. "
" You're right. " Victoria went cold. " But a
mongreal. With our daughter. "
Chris hated it too. If he could. He would put
a wolfsbane bullet in the boys head. But it
was too late for that.
Much too late.
00000
" I'll kill him. " Melissa McCall announced to
Deaton.
" I think he already suffered that particular
problem once tonight. " Deaton reminded her
gently.
" I don't care. What on earth was he thinking
hiding something like this from me? " She ranted.
" I'm his mother. I have the right to know these
things. When I spent thirty six hours in a
hospital squeezing him out I earned that right.
I was given a nifty little card and everything.
Hell, it says in big, black letters, child
must tell mother everything. Want me to show
it to you? "
" No. I believe you. " Deaton laughed.
" And Stiles. Somehow, I just know he is up to
his neck in this mess. From A to Z. " She wagged
her finger. " If either Scott, or Stiles, is in
trouble, it doesn't matter what it is, the other
is involved. I swear to all that's holy, it doesn't
matter if you catch just one at the scene of the
crime. The other's nearby. "
" You know, they've been best friends since they
were newborns. " She shifted on her chair by the
exam table, wiping the sweat on Scott's brow.
" I knew Stiles mom from the hospital, and I
offered to help her with Stiles when he was first
born. But Scott and Stiles took to each other so
quickly, it became a regular thing. Play dates,
babysitting. It got to the point I couldn't get
rid of Stiles. "
" I know what you mean. " Deaton handed her a
bottle of water. " Stiles has a habit of dropping
in. "
" Don't I know it. " Melissa groaned. " Stiles is
always climbing in Scott's window at all times of
day and night. Unannounced. "
She sombered thinking of the death of Stiles mom.
It had wrecked Stiles. Scott had found Stiles in
the corner of his room a number of times. Sometimes
in the midst of a panic attack.
There were a lot of days were Stiles had stayed
at the McCalls after that. The boy simply needing
the comfort of his friend and surrogate brother.
She gave Stiles a hard time about it, but she
didn't mean it. The teenager was like her own
son. She helped raise him. Just like Stiles
parents helped raise Scott.
" What about his change in status? " She asked.
" It was unexpected. " Deaton frowned. " He should
have remained a Beta. Something tipped the scales
of his power to an Alpha. It is a good thing in
one respect, however, since his Alpha can no longer
control him. "
" Like a true pack? " She questioned.
" Exactly. " Deaton eyed the sleeping form Scott.
" The magical bond I used on Scott and his human
pack was for a type of subpack. On off shot of
the main bond. A branch off. What has happened is
they've created their own main pack. An offical
pack, with Scott as their Alpha. "
" And that's a good thing? "
" Yes. " Deaton assured. " He has his own offical
pack, one far bigger than his old Alpha's. So he
is, in theory, more powerful. He can't be controled
by the Alpha. Plus, he can add more humans to his
pack at anytime. "
" And his... mate? " Melissa glared at her son.
" Allison. Another Alpha. " Deaton took a step
back. " I suppose you could call her his wife. "
" Is she pregnant? " She turned her glare on
the vet. " Have they had sex? "
" I honestly don't know. Or want to. "
" What do you charge for a werewolf neutering? "
She questioned seriously.
" I don't perform those. " He paled. " Ever. "
" Shame. It would make things so much more
simple. " She sighed. " I guess I have a daughter
in law. Damn. But I swear if he makes me a
grandmother before he graduates college, I'll
castrate him myself. "
" Of course. " Deaton continued to back away.
" I'm sure he'll take it under advisement. "
Melissa went quiet thinking about what Deaton
told her about Allison and the Argent's. The
whole situation made her want to smack her
son upside the head.
What the hell was he thinking dating the
daughter of a werewolf hunting family? Muchless
taking her as his mate? God, was he out of his
head?
And the stuff Stiles told her made her toes
curl in horror. Her son was going to be grounded
for the next thirty years. Make that forty years.
She sighed heavily with sadness. Her hand moved
to her son's bandaged hand, and she rubbed it.
The boy was far too sweet for his own good.
Always wanting to protect her, and his loved
ones.
' You should have trusted me, Scott. '
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To Be Continued
