Scott McCall was beyond angry. Derek called him out. Derek, his new alpha, wouldn't take 'No' for an answer for just one night. Derek's howl forced him to start shifting in front of his mother! Derek, in short, was an asshole.
Scott was running at top speed through the Beacon Hills Preserve, on all fours in his wolf form. He was headed towards the Hale Family property. He felt a lot faster and stronger tonight. He didn't know if it was because he was extremely pissed off at Derek or an after effect of having a new pack member added to the ranks earlier in the week, right before the full moon. Derek was busy planning for something, something that included a bigger pack, which now included Jackson Whittemore. Scott should have known Jackson would cave and Derek was going to use him to his own advantage. Scott, however, was a little more preoccupied with getting his life to resemble some type of normal, including but not limited to: pulling up his grades, figuring out what was wrong with Lydia Martin, and being a good boyfriend, the kind of boyfriend with no secrets anymore.
Scott supposed he could add being a better son to that list as well, especially after how dinner went tonight.
He began to slow down since he was approaching his destination. As he did, he rose up to running on two feet. The police had finally closed the site as a crime scene a few days ago, just in time for the three of them to spend the full moon chained up in the underground quarters. Well, Scott and Jackson had to be restrained - Derek had been just fine. As much as Scott did not want to spend any more time than he had to with Jackson, it was a better alternative than leaving that responsibility up to Stiles again. Scott cringed inwardly, remembering the crap Stiles had put up with from him.
He could now see the Hale house coming up ahead, looking eerily abandoned, but Scott knew better. Derek and Jackson were there, he could smell them all over the place. He slowed to a stop, hesitating to continue. Scott heard the growl but it was too late. From behind, a force catapulted him forward, towards the house. He tumbled in the air and landed on the ground trying to catch his breath. He watched as Jackson, in his new beta wolf form, strode towards him. Scott snarled in anger and tried to get up when Jackson's foot came down on his chest to hold him down.
"Hey McCall. Remember the view from down there? I don't think you see it often enough anymore," he sneered, showing fang. Scott was beginning to think Jackson enjoyed being a werewolf a little too much. That didn't mean he was actually good at it...yet. Within seconds, Scott saw his opening and brought both feet up to meet Jackson's crotch. With Jackson doubled over, Scott sprung up and grabbed Jackson by the back of the neck.
"Hey Jackson, let me know when your balls drop again," Scott drawled and he whipped him backwards into a tree. Scott had wanted to do that for awhile. He thought up the line weeks ago and couldn't wait for an excuse to use it! He watched as Jackson tried to stand up, glaring at Scott with his eyes flashing angrily at him. Scott had to laugh to himself; he felt strangely satisfied being able to inflict some kind of damage on his classmate without worrying about really hurting him. Instant werewolf healing abilities made for good emotional insurance on Scott's part. He felt a smile begin to grow across his face, watching Jackson ready himself for another attack on Scott. 'I think I might actually enjoy this,' he thought, all guilty feelings over the earlier incident at dinner receding. Scott felt himself crouch down and his claws dig into the earth, anticipating the fight.
Jackson launched himself again at Scott, aiming to take him by the shoulders and keeping him down. Scott parried the move, using Jackson's momentum to maneuver out from under him and gain the upper hand. Kneeling over his torso, Scott landed two quick punches to his face before Jackson flipped him over his head. Scott crawled a few feet away to stand up only to have his gut meet Jackson's fist. Again and again, Jackson landed punches on his torso. He heard his sweatshirt rip as Jackson's focus was lost and claws came into contact, narrowly missing Scott's skin. Scott locked his arms around Jackson's waist and used his own claws to try to shred Jackson's back through his shirt. A howl and the scent of blood filled his nostrils as he realized success. This knowledge spurred Scott on even more. In Jackson's moment of pain, Scott reached up to wrap a hand around his neck and surprised even himself as he lifted Jackson up and threw him to the front stairs of the house.
Jackson lay there snarling as Scott cautiously approached him. Jackson made one last effort to subdue Scott by grabbing his right hand and grasping the front of his hoodie, readying himself to land a blow somewhere, anywhere. In a move all too familiar to Scott, he again grabbed Jackson by the throat, lifted him up and slammed him back down on the steps. To finish, he leaned in close and snarled at Jackson, wanting to make sure he knew who was in charge.
It seemed to do the trick. Scott watched closely as Jackson reverted back to his human form, sweat rolling off his face as he tried to catch the breath that was knocked out of him. Scott smiled derisively at him. "Sorry, Jackson, but it looks like I'm still better than you." He went to raise a claw to Jackson's face when a force hit him in his own face and sent him flying backwards. That force, he realized, was Derek's foot. Scott felt himself shift back to his own natural form as he looked up at the alpha wolf, who had appeared on the porch of the burned out house. He felt blood drip from his nose.
"That's enough, Scott. I think you proved your point." Derek reached down and helped Jackson up.
Jackson winced in pain. "And what was that, exactly?"
"It's pretty obvious, Jackson. Scott is still better than you. And probably will be since he's been a werewolf longer than you. The best you can hope for is you'll be equals after enough time." Derek looked over at Scott. "Don't worry, Scott, he'll heal by morning."
At the sight of his new alpha, Scott recalled the reason he had been so angry in the first place. "I don't care!" he spat out. He jumped up from the ground while his eyes flashed gold. "What the hell, Derek?" he yelled angrily as he approached the rest of the pack.
Derek looked annoyed, as per usual, and rolled his eyes. "Please Scott, tell me how I've ruined your life again. It's been about three days since the last time."
"You practically forced me to shift in front of my mom tonight!"
Derek remained completely impassive. The lack of reaction on Derek's part only pissed Scott off even further.
Meanwhile, Jackson's eyes widened at the sudden revelation that he had even less control than he thought. "You can do that? Make us shift if we don't want to?" He turned from Derek to Scott to understand.
Scott stared daggers at Jackson, but nodded anyway. "Remember the night in the school, when I left to get the keys and you heard the alpha howl? That was Peter, forcing me to shift and hunt you all down for him." He turned his attention back to Derek, who still hadn't moved. "You couldn't give me an hour? Thirty minutes even? It was the first time she was home at night in, like, a month and she actually cooked! Plus, she just found out I haven't needed my inhalers for, like, the past three months!" Scott yelled, exasperated and held up a clawed hand. "I can't keep this hidden for much longer!"
"Well, you're going to have to," Derek replied simply, staring Scott in the eye. Scott huffed and looked away.
"How? I can't avoid her, we live in the same house. It'd only be more suspicious if I avoided her even more than I do now."
Derek moved in front of Scott now. "Find a way. Or better yet, have Stiles find a way. He's the brains of your little team anyway." His eyes burned red for a moment and there was an audible growl that came from his throat.
Scott was still fuming, but Derek wasn't going to put up with it anymore. He turned around and started to go back inside the house, indicating that the two betas should follow him. "Come on, we have some things to discuss."
"Like what?" Scott asked.
"Like building a pack."