Teen Wolf: The Alternate Path

by Saiyans-Shadows

An alternative timeline of Teen Wolf, from the perspective of my original character. Staring most of the characters you know, and love. Some characters will be removed, and scenes altered to fit the narrative. Some chapters will be longer than others based on the character focus which will mostly be around Stiles & my original character.

4. The Blue Bullet Dilemma

### Chapter Four: The Blue Bullet Dilemma

The cool night air in Beacon Hills crackled with the electric charge of secrets and silent alarms. In the midst of our family reunion, tension hovered like a shroud. My father, Chris Argent, faced his sister with a stern resolve over her latest rogue hunt, marked by the firing of a distinctive blue bullet.

That next afternoon, the consequences of that bullet came to a head right before Allison and me. We watched from Allison's car horror as Derek, the wounded werewolf, collapsed in front of Stiles's Jeep in the school parking lot. From my vantage point, I could overhear Stiles's frantic but determined voice as he agreed to help Scott. It was a testament to the depth of their friendship, a bond that fear could not break. In that moment I wanted nothing more than to hold it, to comfort him, but I resisted the urge and saved myself from the rejection that would have likely to followed.

The urgency propelled them to the veterinary clinic, the unlikely sanctuary for those caught in the supernatural crossfire of Beacon Hills. I could only imagine the tension that filled the room, with Derek's usual composure unravelled by pain, and Stiles caught between the desire to help and the overwhelming nature of the situation.

Meanwhile, at the Argent residence, an elaborate charade was underway. Unbeknownst to my family, I was acutely aware of the true purpose behind Scott's presence. He wasn't just there for a dinner date with Allison; he was on a desperate mission to find a blue bullet, the same kind my aunt had so carelessly used, which now was the only thing that could prevent Derek from a fate worse than the wound itself.

Throughout the dinner, I played my part, the jovial twin, blind to the high-stakes game being played around me. My laughter and teasing were meant to ease the stiffness of the evening, unaware that I was the only one at the table ignorant of the night's true agenda.

As the night progressed, I sensed the opportunity to act on my own accord. With a subtle sleight of hand, I placed the blue bullet in plain sight for Scott to find, a decision driven by a curious blend of guilt and a desire to do what was right. My heart raced at the thought of the potential consequences, but deep down, I felt a certain thrill in meddling with the fates.

Back at the clinic, as Stiles and Derek navigated their newfound camaraderie, I considered the implications of my actions. The relief that would wash over Scott when he found the bullet was tinged with my own foreboding. I had just entangled myself deeper into the very world I had always been cautioned to control from a distance.

Derek, Stiles, and Scott, once ordinary teenagers, were now at the heart of a supernatural saga that had drawn in my sister and I as well. The uncertain future loomed large, with each of us grappling with our roles in this dangerous new reality. For me, this was more than a family legacy; it was a conscious step into the fray, where every choice was a step into the unknown and every secret held the power to alter our destinies.