Just as an FYI, there will be no Allison featured in this chapter. Sorry, but she just doesn't seem to fit into it. Plus, it gets a bit intense and I wrote it with an intentional lack of graphic descriptions.
Scott had chased Derek all the way to the doorstep of the burnt down Hale house. He knew Derek was inside, but did not enter after him. Instead, Scott followed his prey's scent as it moved about the house. He closed his eyes, focusing on Derek's racing heartbeat.
Moments earlier, Derek and Scott had been training like normal to control Scott's urge to kill. This time, Scott's urge flew over the edge and had taken over. He was running on his pure animal instinct. The wolf was controlling Scott's thoughts and actions. Derek knew this kind of thing could happen, but he did not warn Scott about how far the wolf would, and could, go. Now he realized how close Scott was getting to the Alpha, in body and mind. The Alpha was the only werewolf he knew who was able to shake the ground around him with one amplified howl. When Scott howled, Derek immediately thought that the Alpha was behind him again, ready to strike. He could've sworn that Scott's normally gold colored eyes had a tinge of red in them.
Unleashing a menacing growl, Scott opened his eyes to reveal a red-tinted gold color and stood up. Walking up slowly to the door of the house, Scott breathed heavily and shoved the door open. The unusual darkness of the house contrasted greatly with the light from outside. His eyes adjusted to the difference as he began to walk up the decrepit staircase.
"Derek… I know you're in here. I can smell you, I can hear you." Scott's half-laugh, half-call was in a voice that wasn't completely his. There was someone else's voice intertwined with it, the Alpha's voice. "Oh, Derek. How about you come out and play? I promise not to hurt you...too much."
He continued up the staircase and into an empty room. Derek's scent was all over the place and made Scott even angrier. He wanted his prey to be scared, but the scent was of anticipation, like Derek knew Scott's every move. Now outraged, he picked up a nearby table and smashed it through one of the walls across the room in the midst of a challenging howl that shook the entire broken down room.
Meanwhile, Derek was sneaking around the downstairs area of his own house. He knew what he had to do to stop Scott; it would involve a high level of physical pain for his young beta companion. Breathing slowly and carefully monitoring his own heart rate, Derek shifted to his wolf form and waited for Scott to catch the hint.
After searching the top floor for only seconds, Scott slowly made his way back down the stairs and caught Derek's scent wafting from the back of the dilapidated house. An evil smile appeared on Scott's face as he dragged a clawed hand across a close by charred wall, scraping several chips of wood onto the floor, and reached the back of the house.
"Do you really want to do this, Scott?" Derek's voice echoed, causing Scott to swivel his head around, trying to pinpoint where the voice was coming from. "Do you really want to challenge me? To kill me?"
Scott nodded and answered with a fierce growl of boldness. He readied himself to fight his wolf brother…and kill him. He discharged a loud howl that echoed in the small surroundings and caused the room to tremble like the house itself was afraid of Scott's power.
A shadow was cast upon the house as it reached dusk. Hidden beneath that shadow was a waiting Derek Hale. The only part of him that could be seen was his piercing bright turquoise eyes that were glaring at the smaller wolf, which was standing merely five feet away. A small growl of warning rippled from Derek's throat and alerted the predatory Scott, but not before Derek grabbed Scott in an extremely tight headlock that caused Scott to gasp for air.
Thrashing to get out of his prey's grip, Scott managed to claw Derek's chest and loosen his grip. He jumped out of Derek's grasp and landed several feet away, growling in warning and frustration. He made an attempt to harm Derek again, but failed. The two tangoed over and over again until both were exhausted and particularly bloodied. Derek's wolf decided that this was it. Scott was going to be put down.
Scott once again charged at Derek, eyes glazed over with a gold-tinted crimson color and howling as loud as he could out of pure anger and hatred. Derek stood his ground, promptly flipped Scott over when they made contact and snapped Scott's neck.