The sun had barely risen over Beacon Hills when the pack gathered at the Nemeton for what they knew could be their final battle. The air was heavy with tension, the forest unnaturally quiet as if it too was holding its breath. Monroe's forces were closing in, armed with everything they had to finish what she started. But the pack was ready.

Scott stood at the head of the group, his alpha presence radiating calm determination. Lila stood beside him, the hum in her head stronger than ever. Stiles, Lydia, Derek, Malia, and the rest of the pack flanked them, their expressions a mix of fear and resolve.

"She'll throw everything she has at us," Scott said, his voice steady. "But we've faced worse. This isn't just about us—it's about everyone we've fought to protect. We don't let her win."

The pack nodded, their unity unshakable.

Monroe's Arrival

The sound of boots crunching against the forest floor signaled the arrival of Monroe and her hunters. They emerged from the trees, weapons raised, their numbers overwhelming. Monroe stepped forward, her cold eyes locking onto Scott.

"This is the end, McCall," she said, her voice sharp. "You've brought this on yourselves."

"No," Scott said, his voice calm but firm. "You brought this on everyone else. You're blinded by your own hatred, and it's going to destroy you."

Monroe sneered. "We'll see about that."

With a wave of her hand, the hunters attacked.

The Battle Begins

The clearing around the Nemeton erupted into chaos as the two sides clashed. Scott roared, his alpha power surging as he took down the first wave of hunters. Derek fought beside him, his claws flashing in the sunlight. Malia was a blur of motion, her ferocity unmatched as she tore through the attackers.

Lila and Lydia stayed near the Nemeton, using their banshee abilities to create soundwaves that disoriented the hunters. Lila's scream resonated through the clearing, sending several attackers stumbling back.

"We can't let them get to the Nemeton!" Lydia shouted over the noise.

"I know," Lila said, her voice steady despite the fear in her chest. "We won't."

A Desperate Gamble

As the battle raged on, Monroe made her way toward the Nemeton, a device in her hand that glowed with an ominous red light. Deaton's warning about the Covenant of Erasure echoed in Lila's mind. If Monroe activated the ritual, it would destroy not just the Nemeton, but everyone connected to it.

Scott intercepted her, his claws bared. "You're not getting past me."

Monroe smirked, raising the device. "You can't stop this, McCall. This ends now."

Before she could press the button, Lila let out a banshee scream that shattered the device in her hand. Monroe staggered back, clutching her ears as the sound echoed through the clearing.

Scott seized the opportunity, pinning Monroe to the ground. "It's over," he said, his voice low but commanding. "Call them off."

Monroe glared up at him, her resolve faltering as the rest of the hunters began to retreat, realizing they were outmatched.

The Aftermath

The clearing grew quiet as the last of the hunters disappeared into the forest. The pack stood together, battered but victorious. Scott released Monroe, who stumbled to her feet, her confidence shattered.

"This isn't over," she hissed, before turning and vanishing into the trees.

"It is for now," Scott said, his voice steady.

Lila placed a hand on the Nemeton, the hum in her head fading into a soft, peaceful rhythm. "It's safe," she said, her voice trembling with relief.

The pack gathered around the ancient tree, their unity stronger than ever. They had faced the odds and come out on top, but the cost of the battle lingered in their minds.

A New Beginning

Later that night, the pack regrouped at the Stilinski house to celebrate their victory. The atmosphere was light for the first time in weeks, their laughter echoing through the walls.

Stiles sat beside Lila on the couch, his arm draped over her shoulder. "You were amazing out there," he said, his voice filled with admiration.

"So were you," Lila replied, leaning into him. "We did it."

"Yeah," Stiles said, a small smile tugging at his lips. "We did."

Scott stood at the center of the room, raising a glass of soda. "To us. To the pack. And to never giving up, no matter what."

"To the pack," everyone echoed, their voices filled with pride and hope.

As the night wore on, Lila looked around the room, her heart full. They had fought for each other, for their town, and for the future. And though the road ahead would still hold challenges, they would face it together.

Because that's what a pack does.

...

Epilogue: A Quiet Forever

The sun was setting over Beacon Hills, casting the town in a golden glow. Lila stood on the front porch of the Stilinski house, a blanket wrapped around her shoulders. The air was crisp, the kind that hinted at the coming winter. She smiled as she heard the sound of the Jeep pulling into the driveway, its familiar rumble bringing a warmth to her chest.

Stiles climbed out, his bat still slung in the backseat, though it hadn't seen action in months. His face lit up when he saw her, and he jogged up the steps, a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand.

"For you," he said, grinning as he handed them over.

"They're beautiful," Lila said, leaning up to kiss him. "What's the occasion?"

"Do I need a reason?" Stiles teased, slipping an arm around her waist and pulling her close. "Maybe I just wanted to remind you how awesome you are."

She laughed, her head resting against his chest. "You're such a dork."

"Yeah, but I'm your dork," he replied, his voice soft.

They stood there for a moment, the quiet of the evening wrapping around them like a cocoon. So much had happened in the past year—battles fought, lives saved, and scars earned. But through it all, they had found each other. And that made everything worth it.

A New Chapter

Inside the house, the dining table was covered in books, papers, and half-empty coffee mugs. Lila's college applications were stacked neatly in one corner, while Stiles' FBI training manuals took up another. They were building their futures side by side, figuring out what life looked like when it wasn't filled with supernatural chaos.

"What do you think about moving out of Beacon Hills?" Stiles asked, breaking the silence as they sat on the couch later that night.

Lila looked at him, surprised. "You want to leave?"

"Not forever," he said quickly. "Just… I don't know. Somewhere new for a while. Somewhere quiet."

Lila thought about it, her fingers tracing the charm bracelet on her wrist—the one Stiles had given her what felt like a lifetime ago. "I like the sound of that," she said. "As long as we're together."

"Always," he said, his voice filled with certainty. "You and me, Lila. We've got this."

A Forever Kind of Love

The years ahead would be filled with challenges, but they weren't afraid. Together, they had faced the impossible and come out stronger. Whatever came next, they would handle it as they always had—side by side.

As the moon rose over Beacon Hills, Lila and Stiles sat on the porch, watching the stars. It wasn't the end of their story, but the beginning of a quieter, brighter chapter. And for the first time in a long time, they felt at peace.

Because love, like a pack, was unbreakable. And they had both. Forever.

The End.