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.

7. Night of the Alpha

### Chapter Seven: Night of the Alpha

The evening at home was unusually quiet, a stark contrast to the chaos that was about to unfold. I sat alone, my thoughts a tumultuous mix of emotions. The realization that I wasn't invited to join Jackson, Lydia, Allison, and Scott stung more than I cared to admit. The thought of it being a triple date if Stiles had been my date lingered in my mind, a bittersweet 'what if.'

Little did I know, the night was taking a harrowing turn. Scott's howl, a desperate cry, set in motion a series of events that would leave us all reeling. The alpha, a menacing force shrouded in mystery, unleashed its savagery on Derek, leaving him gravely injured.

Meanwhile, Scott and Stiles found themselves trapped in the high school, a hunting ground for the alpha. The situation escalated when Allison, Jackson, and Lydia, lured by a deceptive text message, unwittingly walked into the alpha's lair. The school, a place of learning and laughter, had transformed into a scene of terror and danger.

As the night wore on, my sense of isolation grew. The Argent residence, usually bustling with the undercurrents of our family's legacy, felt eerily silent. It was a silence that weighed heavily on me, filled with the echoes of unanswered questions and unspoken feelings.

It wasn't until Allison returned home, shaken but safe, that I learned of the night's terrifying events. Her voice trembled as she recounted their ordeal - the fear, the confusion, the close encounters with the alpha. Her eyes, wide with the trauma of the experience, told a story of their own.

Allison's revelations painted a vivid picture of the night's horrors. The alpha's relentless pursuit, the tension-filled corridors of the school, and the desperate fight for survival. I listened, a mix of relief and frustration churning within me. Relief that Allison was safe, but frustration that I couldn't have been there to protect her, to stand by her side.

As Allison's story unfolded, I couldn't help but think of Stiles and Scott, of the ordeal they must have faced. The thought of Stiles in danger stirred a protective instinct in me, a feeling that was both unfamiliar and undeniable.

The events of the night at the school were a stark reminder of the dangers that lurked in the shadows of Beacon Hills. For me, Andrew Argent, it was a night that underscored my sense of isolation from the group, yet also highlighted the deepening connections I felt, especially towards Stiles. It was becoming increasingly clear that the line between our everyday lives and the supernatural world was blurring, and the choices we made, the bonds we formed, were more important than ever. As Allison finished her story, I was left with a resolve to be more involved, to no longer be an outsider looking in, but an active participant in the unfolding drama of Beacon Hills.