Part of Your Werewolf World Chapter 3, a teen wolf fanfic

"Try it again."

Eli did as he was instructed. He stuck the key into the ignition of his jeep and turned. A few cranks and still the vehicle would not start.

"Nothing!" The teen banged the dashboard with his hand.

"Sorry, bro," Scott frowned, putting down the hood. "It looks like the engine is shot. We're going to need to get a replacement." He wiped his oily hands on a dirty rag and tossed it on the top of the front fender.

Eli scowled. "How much is that gonna cost me? Even with Deaton paying me part-time, it's not going to be enough to replace the engine."

"You can use some of your money from the trust if you want," Scott reassured him. "I know a couple of guys that can do it cheap so you won't spend an arm and leg for it." He explained to the teen. "Owning a vehicle is a big responsibility. Right now, I just want you to focus on school."

"Jeep is dead?" Allison smiled entering the garage of the animal shelter. She carried two water bottles in her hands and gave each of them one. "You've been at it for over an hour. It's safe to say that it is done."

"Not completely," replied Eli as he gulped his water bottle. "The outside is pristine but I just need to get a new engine replaced. Plus, I'm keeping it for sentimental reasons. My Dad gave it to me before…you know…" He paused.

An immediate sadness filled the room. Even after six months of grieving, the pain of Derek's loss could be felt. Scott squeezed Eli's shoulder to comfort him.

"It's okay, Eli," the Alpha sighed. "We all miss him too." He embraced him from behind to allow Allison room to hug the teenager as well. She kissed his forehead.

"It's okay," she smiled. "You got us."

Even with her comforting words, Eli fought back the tears. He missed his dad fiercely. A ping from the ring cam caught their attention as Scott went to check the cameras. Two suited individuals stood in view to which the Alpha recognized the pair.

Stiles and Mason.

He dashed to the entrance to open it.

"Stiles!"

Before the FBI agent could speak, Scott rushed outside, grabbed him up into a big bear hug and squeezed him tightly.

"Easy..easy…Scott…" Stiles gasped for air. "Human remember! I'm still breakable!"

"Oh!" Scott said embarrassingly. He quickly let go to let his best friend catch his breath. "Sorry, got too excited there!"

Stiles raised his arm. "It's all right. Just forgot that werewolves have the strength of my great aunt Gertrude." He inhaled deep. "At least, she smells like peppermint when she hugs." He took a whiff of his bestie and gagged. "Damn, Scott, don't you ever shower?"

"Sorry," Scott blushed. "Was working on Eli's jeep earlier. I'm a little sweaty."

"Must be a werewolf musk thing," Mason snickered. "I wonder if Liam goes through the same thing?" He turned to Scott. "How is Liam, by the way? Is he still part of your pack?"

"Sort of," Scott explained. "Everyone is doing their own thing and meet every once in a while. I'm not really much of a leader. Liam is with his girlfriend in Japan right now. She's this really sweet kitsune."

"Cool," Mason grinned. "I should text him to see if he wants to hang out the next time he's in town."

"You should," agreed Scott. "He's really into this Japanese lettering art and starting doing these pieces in graffiti style…"

Stile interrupted by clearing his voice. "I wish I could say this is a wonderful reunion to play catch up but we got business." His demeanor changed to one of professionalism as he turned to Scott. "Can we talk inside?"

"Sure," nodded Scott. They followed the Alpha into the garage as they shut down the door behind them.

The duo crossed into the garage where the old jeep was placed at the center. Allison saw the two agents and instantly recognized one of the pair. Her face lit up.

"Stiles?"

Surprise and wonderment displayed over Stiles's face. He took in the former dead woman's appearance.

"So it's true," Stiles noted. "You're alive, Allison!"

Slowly approaching, she awkwardly stretched out her arms and allowed Stiles to embrace her. The hug was nice, friendly, but a bit strange since the circumstances of her resurrection had not sunk in yet. Still, the pair managed to get through it before releasing each other.

"It's good, um seeing you," Stiles said sheepishly. "I mean it's good you're alive…I mean it's good you're not dead…I mean…" He kept stumbling over his words while looking down.

"Stiles," said Allison with a smile. "I know." She stopped him by planting a kiss on the cheek. "I'm glad you're here too."

Stiles shrugged, then found his attention to the corner where Eli was and softly addressed him. "Hey Eli! Remember me, buddy?"

Eli said nothing and just quickly scooped up Stiles into his arms and hugged him. Like Scott, that lycanthropic strength squeezed him tightly.

"Gently…gently…" Stiles gasped. "What is it with you werewolves and bear hugs?" Eli grinned and let him down slowly.

Taking a minute to catch his breath, Stiles noticed the jeep and the dirty rag on the fender. "Let me guess, Ol' Bessie shutting down?"

Eli raised his brows. "You call your old jeep Ol' Bessie?"

Stiles grinned. "I called this car many things. Piece of Crap, Slumber Lumber, Thomas the Tank." He went inside to the driver's seat to pop the hood. "Still brings back memories. Let's see what the problem is." He examined the engine to begin fiddling with a few wires before wiping his hands also on the oil cloth. Turning to Eli, he gave him instructions. "Okay, buddy, give it a go!"

Eli pulled out his keys and turned on the ignition. The engine road. "What the fuck? You got it work?" The teens' eyes popped open.

Still continuing to wipe his hands with the dirty rag, Stiles shrugged again. "Like I said, me and Ol' Bessie got a past. We have an understanding." He nodded to Eli. "I will give this a week but you'll definitely need an engine change." He reached into his pants pocket, not carrying that he got oil on his trousers and pulled out his wallet. From there, he handed Eli a business card. "Call this guy, Sergio. He'll get you an engine for $100. Tell him Stiles sent you. He owes me a favor. I saved his family from a group of hunters once and he'll cut you a deal. Just don't ask where the parts came from." He winked at the teen as Eli grabbed the card and shoved it down the pocket of his basket shorts.

"Thanks, Uncle Stiles!" Eli answered gratefully.

"What brings you here to town?" Scott asked his longtime friend. "Obviously, not for a social visit."

"It's serious," Stiles started. "But first, where is Deaton?"

"Alan had a meeting on the other side of town but will be back in an hour." Scott explained. "We're managing the shelter."

"Good," Stiles nodded. "It's better if we discuss this all together."

Allison scowled. "That doesn't sound good."

Mason jumped. "Trust me. It never is."

"In the meantime," Scott began. "Why don't we show you around?"

The dual agents toured the facility admiring and playing with the barking dogs inside the kennels of the animal rescue shelter. Scott and Allison explained their procedures of their 98% success rate of finding their rescues a home but with a sad 2% having to be put down due to health and prolonged illness.

"We're hoping to be 100% eventually," Allison added to their tour. "I hate when you have to put down an animal because they were too old or too sick to be taken care of but sadly life is a cycle of birth and death."

"At least, you make an effort to get these guys adopted," noted Mason as he played with a terrier through the fence. "There is a family or parent waiting to adopt a pet."

"You would think," Scott told him. "However, we're seeing few people coming in wanting to adopt. That is why Deaton goes into the community to promote the shelter so that we can find great candidates to take them."

"It's working though," Allison jumped in. "Our attendance is up 70% compared to last year's 50%. We're doing really well."

The pair were so ingrained in their conversation that they did not notice Eli and Stiles making conversation on the other side of the room. Eli observed the FBI agent gently petting a tiny pug who seemed to delight in Stiles's attention.

"That's Harry," Eli snickered.. "He seems to like you. He's usually yappy around strangers."

Stiles pouted as he continued to play with Harry. "This little guy. No way."

"You should adopt him," Eli suggested. "His yapping tends to annoy potential adoptive parents. You're the only one he's taken too that he hasn't barked at."

Stiles stood up and shrugged. "Sorry, my life is too busy to take care of a pet. Besides, I'm hardly ever home because I travel so much."

"Sometimes priorities change," Elie replied. "You do that once you become a parent."

"True," Stiles answered. "It's kind of the same thing your dad did once he became a father."

The teen looked up at the agent puzzled. "Were you and my dad friends?"

Stiles sighed. "In a way." He paused. "We clashed many times. I was always the jackass and he was always so broody and serious. I annoyed him and I'm surprised he didn't rip my throat out literally because I was such an obnoxious teenager."

"Now I'm the obnoxious teenager," Eli laughed. "I guess you were the buffer to having a son who is now the jackass of the family."

Stiles had to laugh too at the remark. "I guess so." His eyes suddenly grew sad. "Look, your dad was an amazing man more than a wolf and a great friend. I don't regret knowing him and having him in my life. Knowing about the supernatural is alot to take in and he helped me and Scott navigate through it."

"Kind of like training wheels," Eli grinned.

The FBI agent snickered. "Yeah, kind of like that."

"Hey Stiles!" Mason called out as he and the rest of the group approached him. "Are you thinking of adopting a dog?"

"No," Stiles shook his head as he walked away from a whimpering Harry from outside the kennel. "My life is too complicated to have a pet."

Mason clucked his tongue. "You always say that. That is why you're single."

Stiles took offense to his partner's remark.. "I got Cruisr!"

Before he realized his faux pas, the room suddenly became silent. Scott lifted his brows. Mason smirked while a confused Allison and Eli stared at all three of them.

"What's Cruisr?" Allison and Eli asked in unison.

"A dating app for…" Scott grinned as he started to explain.

Stiles immediately interrupted his best friend. "To meet unique and smart individuals!"

"Especially those who share a love for the Alphabet Mafia!" Mason managed to add. "Think of them as friends of Dorothy!"

Stiles scowled. Scott continued to laugh. Mason relished in the inside joke while once again Allison and Eli remained confused.

"I don't get it." Eli commented and shrugged.

Allison cocked her head and tried to make sense of it all. "I'm sorry but I know I've been dead for a while but I'm still not up on all the recent lingo. Cruisr? Friends of Dorothy? Is this like saying something is on fleek or I heart something?"

"Oh Stiles definitely hearts something," Mason smirked again. "Sourwolf anyone?"

Scott instantly got the joke and turned to his bestie. "Stiles?"

"Shut it, Mason!" The FBI agent snapped in defense.. "I don't want to talk about it! Let's just wait for Deaton to return!"

Scott tried to offer support. "You know, Stiles, if you're struggling with um…you know. You know you have my support…"

"No dumbass!" Stiles shouted. "I said I don't want to talk about it!"

Eli scratched his head. "I still don't know what Cruisir is."

Allison nodded and shrugged in agreement. "Neither do I."

And they both would hopefully never know.

San Fernando Valley

San Fernando Valley, or the Valley, as it is called, is the urbanized county off the Los Angeles Basin. Many of its iconic film studios from Warner Brothers to Walt Disney reside in the area. Just off the Calabasas area lies the industrial side of town to where Deaton was supposed to meet with someone.

Following the street that led to an isolated and seemingly old, abandoned factory building, Deaton parked the shelter van near a chained fence, rusted from years of rain and natural causes. Pulling a bit of dust from his pocket, he blew into the thick padlock which immediately toppled the moment the mystical debris touched the object. Now open, Deaton removed the chain and slowly walked up to the coiling door of the building and quickly raised it up.

The noise alone should have alerted his presence but nothing appeared as he cautiously went inside. Dimly lit from the dirty broken glass that was able to capture bits and pieces of sunlight through whatever windows were available, the doctor made his way through the shadows and aisles of the empty, rusted metal shelves, boxes and crates.

"Hello?"

Alan Deaton called out. Still no answer. He heard a scamper from behind and quickly he turned around. Was it a rat, a feral cat? He couldn't tell but he reached into his pocket and prepared his mystical dust just in case.

"Alan!"

A whisper from a corner stack of crates drew his attention. From the shadows a figure emerged. Through whatever light filled the room, Deaton took in the appearance of the person.

Female. Dirty. Thin.

It was Kate Argent.

However, this was not the Kate he remembered. The former Argent hunter now turned were-jaguar appeared disheveled, soiled, and gaunt. Half her face exhibited the were-jaguar form while the other half: human. Her hair thin, matted, and oily and she gnarled her hands into broken dirty claws. She looked miserable.

"Help...me!" She pleaded in agony, crying and screaming in anguish.

"Kate! What's wrong?" Alan asked her, curious at her strange affliction.

"The change…It hurts!" She collapsed to the ground, writhing in agony as her body twisted in grotesque ways until her were-form retreated back to her human shape. Exhausted, she panted, as Deaton approached her and covered her in the jacket she was wearing since the rags she had on looked only transparent and immodest.

He knelt down to talk to her. "Tell me how I can help you?"

Kate shivered. "You can't!" Tears welled up in her eyes. "I can't control the change! I can't anymore! It hurts too much!" She sobbed into her hands.

"It's all right," Deaton reassured her. "We'll take you to the shelter. I can figure out what's wrong."

Kate shook her head and cried. "It's too late. It's too late!"

A crash from the opposite side of the room startled the pair.

The former Argent hunter froze in fear; her face turned white. "Oh God! It's here!"

Deaton's eyes widened. "What is?"

Their faces turned to where the commotion came from. Black smoke filled the room, gathering in a mist of dark energy until it formed a shape. A large shape. A wolf-like shape. A wolf-like shape with glowing eyes.

Deaton's mouth dropped. "Dear God! It's the Beast of Gevaudan! It's alive!"

Kate screamed as she covered her face with her dirty hands while Deaton stood his ground, and reached into his pocket to ready his mystical dust. The Beast roared loudly but stopped before the blackened mist decreased, and dissipated forming into the shape of a human man. Once each strand of miasma retreated, the enigmatic stranger appeared before the pair, grinning as a piece of shadow teased his long, dark hair.

"It's good to finally meet you, Dr. Alan Deaton," the stranger introduced himself in a French accent. "I am Monsieur Sebastien Valet."

"La Bete," Alan mumbled. "That's not possible! Scott killed you!"

"Oui," said Valet with a grin. "He did in this world but I am not from this realm and there is no Scott from my world. Therefore, I'm very much alive!"

"What do you want?" Deaton demanded, grasping the dust harder in his pocket.

"Simple," Sebastien announced. "I want the boy. The one they call Eli. I believe you know where he is."

"I'm telling you nothing!" Deaton stood his ground.

Sebastien cackled. "Oh well, have it your way then." The blackened mists surrounded him again, writhing around into a cocoon until Valet's body grew larger and taller in stature until finally the Beast emerged. It roared loudly, shaking the warehouse violently. Raising its misty claw, it went to strike a blow.

Kate screamed again and covered her eyes. Deaton reached into his pocket and pulled out his mystical dust.

A flash of smoke and light filled the room.

The Animal Shelter

"Are you sure there isn't anything you want to talk about?" Scott probed his best friend as they fiddled with the old jeep in the garage.. "I mean it's nothing to be ashamed of. I'm an ally of the community."

Stiles pouted and folded his arms. "Shut it, Scott! I don't want to talk about it!"

Not one to be deterred, the Alpha continued. "Just so you know, I'm here for you bro!"

Stiles began to protest. "Scott…"

Suddenly, Allison and Eli entered with Mason in tow. A surprise look took over their faces.

"Uh, Scott," Allison started. "I think you better see this!"

"What's going on, Allison?" Scott asked his girlfriend.

Entering the garage was Chris Argent, his mother, Melissa, and Sheriff Noah Stilinksi.

"Mom!" Scott went over to hug his mother. "What are you doing here?"

Melissa McCall shrugged, accepted her son's embrace, and looked just as confused as her other two companions. Allison went to hug her father, Chris, as did Stiles who gave a quick embrace to the sheriff.

"I don't know," Melissa said, shaking her head. "One minute, Chris and I were having an early dinner at a restaurant and the next thing you know we found ourselves here."

"Magic must have been involved," Chris reasoned. "There's no way we just teleported from Beacon Hills."

Sheriff Stilinski scratched his head. "At this point, I'll believe anything. Hell, werewolves and supernatural creatures exist, why not magic?" He rolled his eyes. "I knew I should've retired early." He looked at his son. "Any craziness you got us into again, Stiles?"

Stiles scoffed. "Why is it my fault? Why do you think I had something to do with this?"

The sheriff cocked his head. "Because when Scott and your friends get together, there is always an end of the world scenario!"

"Hey, that's profiling!" Stiles argued. "And that's so wrong! I'm very disappointed in you, Dad! I thought I taught you better!"

"Knock it off, Stiles!" Sheriff Stilinksi snapped. "What's really going on?"

Mason instantly came to his partner's defense. "Actually, sir. We really don't know. We were sent here on a case to investigate a series of supernatural killings that were connected to the Hale family."

"My dad?" Eli's mouth dropped. "Guys, you know he had nothing to do with any of it!"

"It's more complicated than that," Stiles explained. "It seems this person is going after members of his former pack. Anyone that carries the mark of the triskelion."

"So you're saying that Eli is now a target since he's Derek's son?" Allison asked. "But he doesn't have the mark."

"I don't know," Stiles defended. "Right now, no one here is a suspect. Mason and I are just here to protect Eli should the killer try anything."

"But that doesn't explain why we're here?" Chris asked the group. "Somebody purposely transported us here for a reason."

"I wonder why and who?" Melissa questioned.

"I did."

Everyone turned their eyes to the feminine voice behind them, now standing into full view of their vision. Wearing a dark hood and a black bodysuit, the visitor pulled a katana from their robes they were wearing before dragging the covering off to reveal a familiar Asian woman with long black hair.

She smiled innocently at everyone.

"Kira?"

Scott's voice wavered, remembering his ex-girlfriend.

"Isn't that your ex?" Allison whispered near him.

Scott nodded awestruck. The woman smiled again.

"Correction, Scott McCall. My name is Kuzanoha. However, you may call me Kuza!"

Kuza stood in a fighter stance with her katana on full display as her presence shocked and surprised everyone. She nodded to the group.

"I'm aware you have questions," she began. "Let me first begin by saying I mean you no harm…"

Her speech was interrupted by a bruised and battered Deaton limping with a bloody gash on his shoulder inside the garage with a weakened Kate Argent.

"Kate?" Chris's mouth dropped. "What the hell happened to her?"

Allison was also shocked to see her aunt in such a condition while Scott and Melissa tended to a wounded Alan Deaton.

"No time," wheezed Alan. "It's coming for us!"

"Who?" Scott asked his friend.

"The Beast of Gevaudan!"

Kuza answered. An eerily, monstrous roar came from the rooftop as the Beast descended upon the building.

I am Kuzahona. Goddess. Spiritual guide. Kitsune.

Yes, this is only the first part of the story. There is a tale yet to unfold.

Patience is a virtue that will have a generous outcome.