Chapter 2

Like before, don't own the character's just the story.

An: to the guest reviewer, I wanted to put out a quality story that no one should be disappointed in reading & I am sorry it took so long to update but I just want it to be good.

Erica was sobbing uncontrollably, when she saw Derek in the form he was in, her tears almost never stopped. What she saw was what the devil himself would look like if he was in wolf flesh; he had a nearly elongated snout, dagger like fangs, claws not unlike Bowie knives and skin as black as the night sky. She was nearly hysterical when she saw him grow almost a foot in hight, but his violent outburst came to a halt the moment he saw her.

Glowing crimson colored eyes witnessed tears silently falling to the ground and slowly, piece by imperceptible piece, he was reverting to the man he once was. Erica looked on with astoundment, she couldn't believe what she was seeing.

The power was still lingering in the air but it was less suffocating and his aggression was calmed, albeit to a degree, at the sight of Erica's sorrow. The beast was calming bit by bit and when he reached the bars he was in the partially transformed state, well as partially as someone as powerful as him could get. He looked like any wolf who fully transformed; high rigged brow, mutton chop sideburns, pointy ears and the razor fangs. But what stuck out was the claws, they were black. The sad truth was he couldn't revert fully to human.

Her tear soaked eyes looked on with awe, he may not have fully reverted but he managed to push the wolf back enough to regain some of his humanity. The words he spoke would shock her even more.

Derek: "Eericaaa..."

Erica: "Oh my go.."

She couldn't believe what she just heard. He was trying to communicate but wasn't able to, but she would help him find his way again on that she gave her word.

Peter sat down looking outside, seeing how the rain poured and wishing it had rained like this when the fire took his family.

"Well finish the story." Stiles ordered, Peter looked at him with an amused grin.

"Patients little lamb. Or else I'll turn you into stew." Although try as he might, stiles was intimidated by the older wolf. Luckily Scott used his alpha growl to show he was not amused.

"Oh alright then where was I. Oh yes when the hunters finally caught up to them they unleashed their fury in one simultaneous pack transformation, San Juan and his pack brothers unleashed their fury. What none of them knew was that the hunter's expected to face a wolf of his caliber so they brought with them Berserkers." When he finished that statement they looked on with horror as they knew exactly where he was going because thanks to the beastiary they knew what Berserkers were and what they were capable of doing.

"San Juan and his pack brothers fought valiantly but those THING'S were to much, even for them." Peter looked away for a moment. Wiping away a single tear.

"San Juan's youngest brother Marco was the first to fall, but not the last. You see the hunters were busy taking pot shots with their rifles while the pack fought those abomination's." He finished that last part with disgust in his eyes. "Oh the pack was brave and like I said valiant but the odds were to great you see, because like you Scott he didn't lead a traditional pack but lead it no differently even though he wasn't an Alpha yet. Humph. One has to admire his leadership's quality, up until that night he did not lose a single man."

They all stood there in shock and aww, never knowing such a pack existed before. Peter continued though not leaving them in suspense.

"Well he managed to hold off two but Hector, Jesus and Helena, other members of the pack, were having more trouble with the beasts than he was. Hector and Jesus were both gunned down like mongrels while poor Helena was impaled by one of those things, dear god the carnage was horrible."

They were all shocked to hear the sorrow in Peter's voice, the genuine sadness he felt. He looked at all of them making sure they listened.

"San Juan you see had been in a relationship with Helena and he got her pregnant." At that everyone in the loft looked at Peter in horror. Peter looked like he was drained to the bone. The story drained him mentally as well as spiritually but he reluctantly continued.

" Juan went to her so he could hold her after he destroyed the berserker who murdered her. Holding her lifeless body in his hands he unleashed a roar so full of pain and heartbreak even the berserkers stood stock still because of the power in it. Everyone, hunter and wolf. It didn't matter, they all looked upon him with astonishment and fear for at that moment he became A Dark True Alpha."

Everybody in the room was stunned to silence. Peter knew of the legends; how a wolf through sheer force of will and strength of character could naturally become an alpha without killing, but if the potential were there it wouldn't matter if they killed or not, it would still be there. Energy exists in both positive and negative currents, Scott's energy flowed in the positive spectrum while San Juan's was negative making it harder and more difficult to achieve.

"Scott, remember the night you became an alpha?" Peter asked in a calm monotone manner.

Scott nodded, it was something he'd never forget. The strength, the power. The aggression. It was euphoric, the rush of new found power nearly made him kill Deucalion for more but he knew that it would corrupt who he is and he decided to let the old wolf live until Derek slaughtered him.

"You see Scott, San Juan was a true Alpha to but unlike you his status was harder to achieve because of the lives he took but a spark is needed to unleash it. When Helena laid there lifeless her death became the spark of him being a true Alpha."

"What do you mean by that?" Asked Stiles in his most sarcastic tone, with everybody suddenly looking at him with unexpected annoyance.

With a finger to her lips Lydia signaled to Stiles to shut it. And he did. With a nod of appreciation Peter continued.

"The energy required to unleash your particular Alpha status had to be pure, meaning you were not supposed to take a life." He looked Scott in the eyes when he said the next part.

"The spark required for his form of a True Alpha came from rage, hatred and complete lack of restraint of his dark emotions. The exact opposite of what a True Alpha like you needs to become one." Everyone looked on with fascination giving him complete attention.

"Well, all the energy from all the beings he slaughtered and absorbed in battle was amplified the second he became an Alpha. Unleashing a creature of unfathomable power and destruction, if it weren't for the necklace Helena wore that he held in his hands, he would've killed his pack to."

Everyone was stunned to silence.