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"What do you think you're doing?"
Stiles froze from his spot and tried to hide the files but he knew it was too late. His father looked tired, like twenty years older, tired. The Sheriff rubbed his eyes in a familiar way that Stiles knew his patience level was basically nonexistent. He thought his father would still be at work and he was so engrossed in the files he failed to hear the cruiser pull up or the door open.
The Sheriff walked up to him and snatched away the files, "I've told you over a hundred times, Stiles, these files aren't for you to play with! They're serious business and I really don't need you meddling in anymore police business!"
"Dad I'm sorr-" Stiles began but was cut off.
"I don't want to hear it. I'm tired, Stiles. People are being killed in my town. People I've grown up with, worked with, are good friends with. I have no answers to the constant questions I'm getting and asking myself. I've barely managed to keep my job after the whole thing with that Matt boy, and I'm still answering to people...and I still have you to deal with! For one night...just one! Can you please just be a normal boy and be good?!"
"I..." Stiles eyes watered with unshed tears. His chest tightened heavily and he felt like he couldn't breathe. "Werewolves..." he mumbled.
"What?"
"Werewolves! The reason so many murders are happening and no logical answers are popping up is because all these murders are being caused by the supernatural...werewolves being in the center all of all this!" Stiles confessed.
The Sheriff just sighed deeply as he ran his hand through his hair. "I'm going to bed."
He turned and walked away from Stiles as he headed to his bedroom.
"Dad!...you believe me, right?"
The Sheriff paused, "I...I think it's time for you to grow up Stiles. You can't..." the Sheriff let out another tired sigh, "Just grow up....please." With that, the Sheriff left Stiles were he stood, though he didn't see how tears finally fell from Stiles's eyes.
Stiles parked his Jeep outside of the abandoned bank. Before his father snatched the file away he'd finally recognized the symbol that the mysterious girl who saved Isaac left on Allison and Lydia's arms. Part of him knew he should have called for some sort of back up, and so he tried. No one picked up.
So here he was...alone.
With only a flashlight and his wit, he went inside and began to look. About twenty minutes after looking he hears clinking noises. His heart his pounding as he nears the door where it's coming from. His mind his yelling for him to call Scott or Derek or even Peter, but he only grips his flashlight tighter. Slowly he reached for the handle on the door, pauses a moment, then yanks the door open.
A barely alive, but still alive, Erica falls through. Stiles kneels in front of her immediately and tries to asses the damage. Pocketing the flashlight he picks her up and tries to make his way back outside before he hears the scraping of claws. He walks faster but just as he reaches the end of the hallway, his path is blocked by the twins.
He turns on instinct but the rest of the Alpha pack is standing there.
Deucalion in the center with his arms in front of him holding his cane. Kali and Ennis flanking him at either side. And behind them...his counselor.
"You shouldn't be here, Stiles." she told him with a deep frown.
"Yeah, well I could say the same for you." he retorted as he held Erica closer to him. She was barely breathing and unconscious.
"Well, well...this is a turn of events." Deucalion said. Kali advance forward and Stiles took a step back even though he knew he was surrounded. Deucalion raised his hand to stop Kali. "You're not going to touch him."
"What?" Kali turned to him, confused and angry.
"I want him."
"What?" that was voiced by plenty of people. Kali, Ms. Morrell, and Stiles. Ennis and the twins also looked shocked but kept silent.
"I want to talk with Stiles..." Deucalion said calmly.
"She needs help..." Stiles motioned to Erica, "Let Ms. Morrell take her to the hospital and then we'll talk."
"No!" Ms. Morrell cried defiantly.
"Alright." Deucalion agreed.
"You all stay here," Stiles said.
"We all stay." Deucalion agreed.
"No. I'm not leaving him with you! Stiles, no, you have no idea!"
"He'll get one once we talk. Now do hurry...the girl won't have long." Deucalion said.
His counselor and Stiles shared quite the heated stare before she walked over and took Erica. "Be clever." she warned him. To that he replied, "Be quick and help her."
"Where's Boyd?" Stiles demanded as his eyes kept going from one Alpha to the other. They were all there, he could only hope that Erica would make it to the hospital in time.
"Listen to his heart...he's so afraid." Ennis sneered.
"I'm a human in an abandoned bank with no one being aware of my location, alone with a pack of Alphas with only my wit as a line of defense. I'm sarcastic, not stupid." Stiles replied as he crossed his arms over his chest.
Deucalion barked out a laugh. "It's a shame...I was curious about the True Alpha...but with you? How could I pass you up?"
"That didn't sound weird or creepy at all..." Stiles drawled out sarcastically.
"You'll understand...in time. But in the mean time you'll be getting the bite. And you'll want it." Deucalion said simply.
Stiles took a step back from away from him, "Uh...maybe you didn't get the memo from either Peter or Derek buuuuuut...I'm okay not being a wolf. Like, way more than okay. Super duper okay!"
"Even if willingly accepting the bite will guarantee freeing Boyd and Derek's thought to be dead sister, Cora?" Deucalion asked with faux innocence and fake sickly sweetness.
Stiles stiffened, "What?"
"A sister of Derek's who had survived the fire heard of a Hale becoming an Alpha and restarting a pack. She immediately came as soon as she knew part of her family is alive. I have her...and Boyd. And I'm willing to trade their freedom for your humanity. How about it?"
"How...how do I know you're not lying?" Stiles asked quietly.
Deucalion nodded towards Ennis. He walked over the a giant vault door and opened it. He roared and two others roared back. Deucalion nodded towards Kali who went into one of the rooms and came back with a wall mirror. Stiles saw Boyd in the reflection and another girl, who he assumed was Cora. They were somewhat hurt and tired, and looking down, so they couldn't see him. Ennis then closed the door again
"I can't having them knowing it's you. They're a bit wound up but it's them. So Stiles...what will it be?"
"...let them go. And let them stay free." Stiles said as he closed his eyes.
The next hour was the longest and shortest of his life. He'd watched from a safe distance as Boyd and Cora were escorted out blindfolded. They were pushed away far enough, but like his request with Erica, they all stayed with him to make sure they weren't being followed. He could only hope they found their way safely to Derek.
Next came the thing he thought he'd only get in a life or death situation.
Deucalion creepily sniffed him before dipping his cane's blade into some odd liquid that looked like ink but even to his still human nose, smelled awful. Then he carved something into Stiles's right forearm. Stiles yelled in pain as the mark glowed an angry red. Without notice or warning, Deucalion sank his teeth into Stiles's neck.
He didn't go home after that. He didn't trust himself around his father and really...Deucalion was up to something and leaving his side now would be more useless than helpful. So he stuck it out. Even when he got text and voicemails about Erica, Boyd, and Cora's miraculous return. People were dying, he was a Beta in an Alpha pack, he had no idea what was in store for him, and then one night the whole Alpha Pack disappears. Hours later he finds out that Ennis is near death and that Derek is dead.
Stiles's phone beeps with another message from Scott, asking where he's at. Everyone else was on the bus with the Cross Country Team. Well, the girls were following in Allison's car, but still. His chest aches a bit at the fact that all of this crap has been going on and it's just now that Scott's noticed his absence. He contemplates replying, but as if reading his mind Deucalion's voice stops him.
"He can't do anything from all the way over there, Stiles." then the older wolf scoffed, "Even if he were mere meters away he wouldn't be able to do anything...we both know that."
Stiles wasn't sure if it was in his head or if Deucalion was actually doing something but the mark on his arm itched like mad, but he kept himself from scratching away at it. Deucalion's words stung with their honesty. He feels like he's sold his soul to the devil...or rather, given it away without even getting anything in return.
"Come now...we've got business inside." Deucalion said.
"Do you think Ennis will be awake?" Aiden asked, though he tried to keep his tough guy persona, Stiles heard the hope in his voice. He supposed that as psychotic as these guys were, they were still a dysfunctional, insane pack...a family. It left a bitter taste in his mouth knowing he was the pet, but he didn't plan on it being forever. He just had to live long enough to figure out a plan that won't get his dad or friends killed.
"Ennis is 99% stubborness...even if he's not awake yet, he will be." Kali said with confidence.
The way Deucalion just 'Hm'd' bothered Stiles, but he didn't voice his opinions.
They walked into the Clinic and found the Doc easily enough. The look of shock he received from the vet made Stiles smile sadly. They shared a glance, trying to seemingly communicate with one another without words, but even then Deaton had to voice his mind, "Why is Stiles with you?"
"How's our dear Ennis?" Deucalion asked in turn.
Deaton studied them all, but mostly looked between the blind alpha and Stiles. Cocking his head towards the back and letting them through the Mountain Ash barrier he replied,"In back. Shall we?"
Deucalion grabbed Stiles upper arm tightly as he tucked his walking stick under his other arm, "Lead me there, will you Stiles?"
Stiles breathed deeply through his nose and began to walk towards the back. Deucalion raised the hand holding the walking stick and forced them to pause. "Aiden...keep Kali company out here. Business to attend in the back."
"Why's Stiles going then?" Aiden asked with confusion as Kali glared with indignation at the order.
"He's my seeing eye dog, or have you lost your vision too that you failed to notice?" Deucalion answered before continuing his way to the back and used his cane to close the little door, completing the Mountain Ash circle once more.
"Duke!" Kali barked in anger while Aiden gave off a "What the hell!?"
It all went ignored as Deaton took them to the back where Ennis laid on the table. Deucalion approached it, having let go of Stiles and used his hands to guide him until he was looming over Ennis's head.
Deaton looked over to Stiles and mouthed, 'Are you alright?'
Not having been able to tell anyone outside of the Alpha's was eating him up inside. He let his eyes flash gold in reply and he had to give the doc credit. Not even a gasp to alert the alpha in the room, though his eyes widened incredible wide. The vet straightened and cleared his throat, "The wounds he sustained would have killed him immediately had he not been an Alpha. But he survived. With time...he should heal completely."
"The power one obtains as an Alpha is supposed to be remarkable. The show of true strength is supposed to be something worth seeing..." Deucalion began to speak, resting both hands on either side of Ennis's head. "Something to inspire people with admirable fear. Not cold hearted dread, but fear of disappointing something so amazing..." the older wolf paused. "Ennis's power was more a show of brute strength. There was no finesse, no cleverness, no ingenuity." He paused again. This pause taking longer than the others before Deucalion raised his gaze to Stiles. Stiles shivered. It was unsettling how a blind man like him could do things like that. "There are things I need done Stiles...Ennis is not someone who will help getting those things done. You, on the other hand, are."
Stiles looked at him with deep confusion.
"Kill him." Deucalion said simply.
"NO!" Kali yelled from the outside and Stiles could smell the anger and angst from where he stood. He could also feel the air around him get extremely heavy with tension.
"I just became a wolf not long ago...I haven't even gone through my first full moon. I'm still getting used to the strength and power I have now. I don't even have an anchor! If I kill him I'll...I'll..."
"You'll become an Alpha." Deucalion nodded in confirmation.
Stiles shook his head, "I don't under-...I won't!"
In a blink Deucalion was in front of Stiles and grabbed his wrist. The Alpha's claws had been extended so they pierced Stiles' skin which caused his own to protrude. Deucalion pulled him forward and growled, "Kill him!"
Stiles shut his eyes and shook his head fiercely. "No!"
Deucalion let out a growl then pulled Stiles closer and guided Stiles' claws to Ennis's throat. He growled into Stiles' ears, "I wasn't asking." He pushed Stiles' claws into Ennis's throat and then pulled, making Stiles drag his claws across Ennis's throat...killing him.
Stiles immediately felt the surge in energy pulse through him. It was incredible, it was intense, it was...it was...murder.
Outside a roar was heard as Kali tried to unleash some of her anger.
"He was your packmate..." Stiles murmured. His eyes felt as if they were on fire. They burned slightly whenever they flashed, but not to this intensity.
"He was the one who set things in motion before...only fitting he do it again." Deucalion shrugged, not at all bothered by his dead packmate. Outside another howl of anger was heard.
Stiles looked at Deucalion and though it felt like a stupid question to ask he still had to ask it, "Why? Why are you doing this?"
"Because I can. And now you will prove to me that you can too."
"What do you mean?" Stiles begrudgingly asked.
"Kali is very angry. You're going to go out there and fight her. Fighting her you will have to go in with the intent to kill. If you don't, you're already dead." Deucalion explained calmly.
"YOU FORCED ME TO KILL HIM!" Stiles roared.
"We're all placed in difficult situations at some point in our lives. Impossible ones even that aren't our fault at all. It shows character to see how you persevere."
"She's been an Alpha for years. I'm new at this! I'll die!" Stiles yelled.
"Oh my dear, pup. You've been dying the moment you're born. It's called mortality...Whether you're murdered or make it to die of old age...we're all dying, while being so afraid to live. I can hear your heart Stiles...pounding away like a jackhammer. Relish in this moment because right now you're alive. That inner wolf inside of you is strong. Stronger than any other wolf I've seen. Even Scott's."
"You're insane!"
"Maybe I am. But it's an insane world we're living in Stiles. With werewolves, hunters, magic. You asked why I'm doing this. I'm doing this to see if you survive. Because living? It's not for the weak. You don't have the guts to tell your father the truth, he's turned his back on you, your friend has other things he puts before you. This is it, Stiles! You're not human anymore! You can't go back to how things were! The only way forward is out that door. So go through it and prove to me, to you, that you aren't weak. That you are worthy of every breath you take.Prove to me that you're a survivor!"
Though he couldn't see Deucalion's eyes, Stiles kept his eyes steady and locked with the other's gaze. He took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders. Before he left he turned to Deaton and said,
"I didn't ask for any of this..."
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"What do you want with him?" Deaton asked in his zen like way, but there was a menacing undertone in his voice.
"None of your concern, Emissary." Deucalion replied as he kept his ears open for what's going on outside.
"I thought you were here for Scott." Deaton fished for information.
"Things are always changing...Stiles proved to be quite the wild card."
"If you think this will be easy-"
"It will be. Stiles is the odd one out. Even now...his so call friends are trying to remain normal in a situation that calls for more than normality and are so far away, distraught on the major possibility that Derek Hale, their only current Alpha on their side, is dead. His father has no idea what the hell his going on and puts it all to Stiles acting out for attention. A child who he doesn't recognize anymore and doesn't know what to do with. When Stiles leaves with us he'll feel a bit of relief...and then guilty for feeling so...but still relieved underneath. Why deal with a problem yourself when someone else could just do it for you?" he paused for a moment. "Stiles was very much a safety net, though they didn't really think so. Always someone with an idea...even if he had to make it up himself. It was something. They'll notice...once he's gone."
There were plenty of thuds, followed by a loud, blood curling roar.
Deucalion smirked as he extended his walking stick and began to feel his way out, "If you'll excuse me doc...my survivor needs further guidance."
"How are Scott and the others?" Stiles asked Ethan when he got a chance to be alone with the twins.
Stiles was sure that if Aiden hadn't been present to witness everything that happened, Ethan would have tried to kill him after hearing what happened. But to his surprise Aiden came to his defense. Not the best in the world, but enough that Ethan kept from killing him.
Since becoming an Alpha, Stiles has stayed as far away from the usual hangs out or where he could be spotted by anyone he knew, with even more dedication than when he was only a wolf. Even if it's only been days, it's all happening too soon and in slow motion. He was still getting used to it all, though he doubted he ever would completely. He just felt like everything else in existence was now made of glass in comparison to him. He felt like a bull in a china shop. When he could he spent hours in front of the mirror just staring at his eyes. Even if they were their usual light brown color they still burned as if he was in his wolf form. And they burned even worse when he did flash them. He also noticed something off about his eyes. They had something in them...three little red dot/comma things. He was confused. Peter didn't have them when he was alpha, Derek didn't either, none of the others did...
"Spooked about what happened at the motel...paranoid since we haven't done much...worried since you're MIA." Ethan replied.
"You guys haven't said anything?" Stiles asked with a raised eyebrow.
"We were ordered not to." Aiden replied.
"I killed two of your packmates...how can you stand to be so close to me and not be at least growling?"
"We killed our packs, what do want us to say? We know what we were getting into. It sucks a bit, but whatever." Ethan said but both shrugged in unison.
"What does he want with me?" Stiles asked after a moment of silence.
The twins looked at each other before giving him an honest look, "We don't know."
"The full moon's in a few days." Stiles stated one day. His phone vibrated as someone else was trying to reach him. He really should just get rid of it all together, but he hasn't. He can't. But he ignores it.
"We're nearly done here in Beacon, pet, don't you fret." Deucalion replied and Stiles let out a growl at the nickname, which only made the older alpha chuckle in amusement. "There's some unfinished business that came wondering in...and it'll be your last debut here."
"What is it?"
"The killing of Jennifer Blake."
"My English teacher?" Stiles asked incredulously.
"She's more than that...she's a druid. One that's become vile and tainted and has intentions of unleashing a powerful force too much for her to handle in a foolish attempt to escape my wrath. You'll be paying her a visit. Sending my regards." Deucalion smiled evilly.
"No..." Stiles shook his head, "Ennis and Kali were one thing..." Stiles let out a bit of a hysterical laugh, "Despite how sick and evil they were, killing them didn't make me feel better! It causes me nightmares! I am not killing my teacher!"
"Ex-teacher, Stiles. You're a drop-out. And you will kill her. Because if you don't the killings will continue. Your father will be deemed incapable of doing his job of keeping people safe, and she may just kill him in these sacrifices of hers that she's doing...you and your father may not be on the best of terms, but are you really going to risk his life?"
He stared at the other for a long moment. Deucalion then tighten his grip on his walking cane and Stiles hissed as the mark on his arm burned.
"You will kill Jennifer Blake. Understood?"
He should put up more of a fight, he really should, but with the full moon closer each night, his first full moon of his werewolf life...also his first full moon as a first time alpha with no anchor. The bloodlust was...overwhelming.
"Understood?" Deucalion repeated.
"Understood."
He'd followed Jennifer's scent to the school. It was after hours so he hoped it would be as easy as going in, killing her, and getting out. Considering all that's happened, he was sure he was due for some miraculously good luck.
Luck...wasn't what it used to be.
He heard a piercing scream that sounded like Lydia. Like instinct he ran towards her, but when he caught Jennifer's scent in another direction, the order to kill was heavily imprinted in his head and his wolf more than happy to comply. He ran passed the room where Lydia had been and saw her tied up with an angry red lining around her neck. It didn't take long for him to put two and two together. He let out a roar of anger and threw logic out the window and gave full reins to his instincts and emotions.
He caught Ms. Blake in the parking lot, just before she managed to reach her car. Seeing him she paused, looking innocent and fragile.
"S-Stiles? Oh my god, are you alright? You've been gone for so long and you're hurt! Do you want me to take you to the hospital?" She asked as she approached him and her car.
Stiles followed her example and tactic. Smiling like the stupid kid he used to be until she got close enough. Then he let his eyes flash red, burning with the intensity of his power and anger as he grabbed her by her throat and slammed her hard against her car. He made an indent and caused the window to crack deeply but not yet breaking.
"S-Stiles!" She clawed at his hand around her neck which was tight, making it hard to breathe.
He raised his other hand and extended his claws, "Deucalion sends his regards." Stiles says coldly before thrusting his hand into her chest and ripping out her heart. He let her body crumple at his feet and stared at the bleeding heart in his hand for a moment before crushing it.
After letting the heart drop to the ground and wiping his hand on his jeans, he turns and raises his hood over his head. He pauses for a moment as he stares at the lone figure in the parking lot. His blazing, blood eyes lock onto brilliant, electric blue in a moment seemingly frozen in time. Stiles then begins to walk towards the figure since that's the direction he needs to go. He stops in front of the other.
"Peter."
"Good evening, Alpha Stiles."
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Stiles stepped aside and began to walk when Peter said, "Derek's alive."
Stiles stopped but didn't turn back as he replied, "His girlfriend isn't. But now that you can see her true form...I don't think he'll hold it too much against me."
Peter chuckled for moment before it turned into a laugh, "I knew you'd make a great wolf."
"If I figure out how to stop being Deucalion's weapon, I'll think about letting you know how I feel about being a werewolf."
"Want me to deliver a message to the others?"
Stiles thought for a moment. He thought about telling his dad or Scott something. At least a bit of a goodbye. But he shook his head. He started to walk again. Somewhere near by a radio started blaring a song. Stiles couldn't help but smirk that the irony of it.
He began to sing along because what the hell!
"Don't go around tonight,
Well, it's bound to take your life,
There's a bad moon on the rise."
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