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Chapter 57: Chapter 57: Going After The Hales 

The morning sunlight seeped through the blinds, casting warm golden stripes across the room. Scott stirred, his senses awakening to the comforting weight on his chest. Allison lay there, her arms wrapped around his neck. He ran his fingers gently through her hair. And he simply lay still, enjoying the peace of the moment. 

As Allison began to stir, her eyes fluttered open. She looked up at him, a sleepy smile spreading across her face. 

"Good morning, gorgeous." Scott said, his voice warm and playful. 

"Good morning." Allison replied, her voice still tinged with sleep. 

They lingered there for a while, exchanging kisses and playful banter, enjoying the quiet intimacy. Eventually, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee wafted through the air, signaling that Melissa was already up. They reluctantly got out of bed and headed downstairs. 

At the table, Melissa greeted them with a knowing smile. "Good morning, lovebirds. Sleep well?" 

Scott grinned, pulling out a chair for Allison. "Like a rock." 

Allison smiled shyly, her cheeks flushing. 

They shared breakfast, chatting about mundane things and enjoying the normalcy of a family meal. After finishing, Scott and Allison headed to school together. 

---

When they arrived, Stiles was waiting for them by the lockers, grinning like a kid on Christmas morning. His smile was so wide it was almost ridiculous. 

"What's up, Stiles?" Scott asked, eyebrow raised. "You're smiling like a fool." 

"Nothing." Stiles said, his grin growing impossibly wider. "I'm just so happy today." 

Scott smirked, immediately picking up on what was going on. "Oh, it seems Lydia made you a man last night." 

Stiles didn't even bother denying it. His smile somehow grew even bigger. "Yes, she did." 

"Well, good for you, buddy." Scott patted his shoulder. 

Allison, shaking her head with a teasing smile, added. "If I were you, I'd stop smiling like that before Lydia sees you." 

"I can't stop smiling even if I wanted to." Stiles admitted, almost giddy. "She can beat me up if she wants. I don't care. I'm just happy." 

Allison asked. "So, are you two dating now, or what?" 

Stiles hesitated but kept smiling. "No, we're not. She said I'm not her type. Honestly, I'm not even that sad about it. I think it's time for me to move on and find someone who loves me for who I am." 

Allison's smile vanished, replaced by a cold glare. "Scum." She spat on the ground, then turned and stormed off. 

"What? Why am I scum?" Stiles asked, baffled. 

Scott clapped a hand on his shoulder, shaking his head. "If you don't want to die, don't say that in front of Lydia." 

"Why?" 

Scott sighed. "It's like this—you've been chasing her forever, and now that you've finally slept with her, you're acting like you're ready to move on. That's exactly what a scumbag would do." 

"Crap. That's not what I meant!" Stiles panicked, realizing how his words could be misinterpreted. 

"Well, that's how Lydia would understand it. And by the way, you might want to go after Allison." 

"Why?" 

Scott smacked the back of Stiles' head lightly. "Because girls talk, Stiles. Gossip is their favorite sport." 

"Crap!" Stiles bolted after Allison, leaving Scott shaking his head. 

"What an idiot." Scott muttered before heading to class. 

---

When Stiles returned, looking flustered, Scott gave him a questioning look. "Did you convince her not to talk?" 

Stiles sighed, slumping into his chair. "Yeah." 

"What did it cost you?" 

Stiles groaned. "A thousand dollars for her and Lydia to go shopping." 

Scott chuckled. "You got off easy, honestly." 

Stiles glared. "Your girlfriend is so mean." 

Scott's smile widened as he subtly gestured with his eyes. "You might want to look behind you." 

Stiles turned and saw Allison and Lydia walking into the classroom. Allison's mischievous smile made him groan. 

"I heard that, Stiles." Allison said as she passed. 

Stiles buried his face in his hands. "Damn it! I forgot about the super hearing." He peeked through his fingers. "Why is this happening to me? Today is supposed to be the best day of my life!" 

Allison chuckled. "Well, I forgive you this time." 

She and Lydia took their seats, leaving Stiles to mutter under his breath. 

---

After school, Allison approached Scott with smile. "Hey, Scott, give me your car. I need to go shopping with Lydia." 

Scott raised an eyebrow. "Shopping?" 

Allison nodded. "I need clothes. I didn't bring any from home, and it's getting awkward borrowing from Melissa." 

Scott shrugged and handed her the keys. "Here. Do you have money?" 

Allison grinned. "Yep. Stiles is sponsoring our Shopping trip." 

Stiles, standing nearby, paled slightly as Lydia shot him a sly smile. "Happy to help." he said nervously. 

Scott chuckled. "You're getting the money from my room, right? If you need more, it's in my desk." 

Allison kissed Scott on the cheek. "Thanks!" Then, grabbing Lydia's hand. "Let's go!" 

As the Camaro roared to life and drove off, Scott patted Stiles on the shoulder. "Next time, think before you open your mouth. Now, drive me to the clinic." 

---

That night, after closing the animal clinic, Scott went on patrol. The events of the previous night lingered in his mind—the organ-stealing woman, her strength, and the challenge she posed. He prowled the dark streets, his senses on high alert, hoping for a clue that would lead him to her. 

Meanwhile, Allison and Lydia were still at the mall when Allison's phone buzzed. She glanced at the screen and froze. 

The message was from Kate: [We're heading to the old Hale house tonight. Your parents and the hunters are joining me. It's time to take down Peter and Derek.] 

Her heart sank. "We have to go." she told Lydia. 

"What's going on?" Lydia asked, concern etched on her face. 

Allison handed her the phone, letting her read the message. 

"Are you going to help?" Lydia asked. 

"I have to." Allison replied firmly. "And I need to call Scott." 

Lydia frowned. "Is Peter really that strong?" 

Allison nodded. "He's an Alpha, Lydia. And not just any Alpha—he's dangerous. My family isn't fast enough to trap him with mountain ash or poison him with wolfsbane. They're no match for him." 

Lydia bit her lip. "But Scott warned him not to touch your parents, right?" 

"Yes, but what if Peter loses control? He might not care if Scott kills him afterward. And even if he didn't hurt my parents, he will definitely kill Kate." 

Allison quickly dialed Scott's number, but he didn't pick up. Frustrated, she called Melissa and explained the situation, asking her to pass the message to Scott. 

"Tell him to meet me at the Hale house." Allison urged. 

She and Lydia then drove to Stiles' house. When they arrived, Allison explained the situation to him. 

"I don't know where the Hale house is, can you take us there?" she asked. 

"Of course." Stiles replied without hesitation. 

The three of them got into Stiles' Jeep and headed for the Hale house. 

---

The Hale House

Inside the decrepit remains of the Hale house, Derek sat tied to a heavy chair in what used to be the main living area. His wrists and ankles were bound with thick chains. Kate Argent stood smugly nearby, her eyes gleaming with sadistic satisfaction. Chris Argent and Victoria watched from the edges of the room, both more composed but no less determined.

"This is your last chance, Derek." Kate said, crouching in front of him with a mocking smile. "Tell me where is Peter, or I'll make this a lot less pleasant for you."

Derek glared at her, his jaw clenched. "You're wasting your time."

Kate chuckled. "I love when they act tough. It makes breaking them so much more satisfying."

Meanwhile, outside the house, Peter prowled the edges of the property. He had followed Derek's scent here, but the moment he approached the perimeter, a faint shimmer surrounded the house—a barrier stopped him in his tracks.

"Clever." Peter muttered, stepping back as his hand, which had brushed the invisible barrier, tingled with an electric-like sting.

From the house, a hunter spotted him and shouted. "He's here! The Alpha's outside!"

Shots rang out as bullets pierced the night. Peter leapt back, dodging into the cover of the forest. He growled under his breath, his glowing red eyes narrowing as he assessed his next move.

"They came prepared." He murmured, his sharp mind already calculating. "But barriers can be broken."

As he circled the house, he heard soft footsteps approaching. His predatory instincts took over, and in a blur, he grabbed the intruder—a young man—and pinned him against a tree.

"Who are you?" Peter growled, his voice low and menacing. "What are you doing here?"

The boy's eyes widened in fear, his lips trembling. Peter's sharp claws brushed his mouth, silencing him before he could scream.

"Speak." Peter demanded.

"I—I'm Jackson." the boy stammered, his voice barely above a whisper. "I came here looking for Derek Hale... or you."

Peter's eyebrows rose in surprise. "And why would you do that?"

Jackson hesitated, then blurted. "I want you to bite me. I want to be like you."

Peter smirked, his sharp teeth glinting in the moonlight. "Well, aren't you lucky to find me?" He stepped back, releasing Jackson. "But I don't grant favors for free. If you want the bite, you'll have to help me."

Jackson blinked. "Help you? With what?"

Peter gestured toward the house. "The hunters have trapped my nephew inside, and they've sealed the house with a mountain ash barrier. All you need to do is break the circle of ash. It's a black powder line on the ground."

Jackson looked toward the house nervously. "And then what?"

"Then." Peter said with a wicked grin. "I'll handle the rest. You'll hear gunshots. That's your cue to break the line. Got it?"

Jackson swallowed hard but nodded. "Got it."

Peter's grin widened. "Good. Stay here until you hear the shots."

With that, Peter shifted into his werewolf form. He darted to the far side of the house and slammed his fists against the barrier, roaring loudly.

Inside, the hunters scrambled. "The Alpha's attacking the barrier!" one of them shouted, and gunfire erupted, shattering the eerie silence of the forest.

Jackson, trembling but determined, crept toward the house. He spotted the faint line of black powder circling the perimeter and hesitated for a moment. Then he stomped on the line, scattering the ash and breaking the barrier.

The moment the barrier broke, Peter felt it. A triumphant growl escaped his throat, and he vanished into the shadows.

Inside the house, chaos erupted. The hunter guarding Derek heard a feral roar before the room plunged into darkness. A scream pierced the air, followed by the sickening thud of a body hitting the ground.

Kate, Chris, and Victoria rushed to the scene, but they arrived too late. One of their men lay dead, his throat torn out, and Derek was gone.

"Damn it!" Kate hissed. "Peter's inside. He must have help. Do you think it's Scott?"

Chris frowned, his expression grim. "I hope it's Scott. If it's not, we're in serious trouble."

Chris pulled out his radio and barked orders. "The Alpha broke the barrier. Everyone, regroup. Do not let him pick you off one by one!"

As the hunters scrambled to comply, Chris, Victoria, and Kate stepped outside the house, only to find Jackson lingering near the perimeter. Chris grabbed him by the collar.

"You broke the barrier, didn't you?" Chris growled. "Do you have any idea what you've done, you idiot?"

"I—I didn't know..." Jackson stammered, but Chris cut him off with a punch to the face, sending him sprawling.

Before anyone could say another word, a deafening roar filled the air. All eyes turned to the roof of the house, where Peter stood in his werewolf form, his glowing red eyes blazing with fury. In his hand, he held the lifeless body of another hunter, blood dripping from his claws.


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Chapter 58: Chapter 58: Carnage  

The Argents froze as Peter's glowing red eyes bore into them. The body of the dead hunter dangled limply from his claws, blood dripping. With a wicked snarl, Peter hurled the corpse with terrifying force. It slammed into Chris, Victoria, and Kate, knocking them back and sending Jackson sprawling into the dirt. 

Then Peter vanished into the night, his form melting into the shadows as if he were never there. 

---

Inside the Hale house, the hunters regrouped, their flashlights cutting through the oppressive darkness. Tension crackled in the air, each creak of the floorboards sending shivers down their spines. 

"He's here." one hunter muttered, his voice trembling. 

Another hunter whispered, "What do we do?" 

Before anyone could answer, a guttural growl echoed through the house, freezing them in their tracks. The sound came from everywhere and nowhere, reverberating off the dilapidated walls. 

"Stay together!" Chris's voice rang through their radios. 

---

Peter struck without warning. 

The first hunter didn't even have time to scream. One moment he was standing by the staircase, his flashlight scanning the shadows, and the next, Peter's massive form loomed over him. Clawed hands grabbed him, and with a sickening crunch, Peter ripped his throat out, tossing the lifeless body aside like a rag doll. 

The second hunter turned and fired, but Peter was already gone, his speed unmatched. He appeared behind her, his claws slicing through her armor and flesh in one swift motion. She collapsed in a heap, blood pooling beneath her. 

Chaos erupted. 

"Fire! Fire!" someone shouted, and the house lit up with the muzzle flashes of automatic weapons. Bullets ricocheted off walls and furniture, but Peter was a blur, weaving through the hail of gunfire with supernatural agility. 

The hunters' panic deepened as Peter took them apart one by one. 

---

On the second floor, Derek moved through the shadows, his movements slower than Peter's but no less deadly. His wounds throbbed, the wolfsbane-laced chains having weakened him, but he pressed on. 

A hunter spotted him and fired, the bullet grazing Derek's shoulder. Derek growled, the pain fueling his rage, and charged. Before the hunter could reload, Derek grabbed the rifle and snapped it in half with his bare hands. He slammed the hunter into the wall, his claws digging into the man's chest, and tossed the lifeless body to the floor. 

Two more hunters rushed at Derek, one swinging a knife and the other firing a handgun. Derek dodged the blade. He grabbed the knife-wielder by the arm and flung him into the second hunter, sending them both crashing into a pile of rubble. 

The one with the gun scrambled to his feet, raising his weapon, but Derek was faster. He lunged, his claws slashing across the man's chest, and finished him with a powerful swipe to the throat. 

The final hunter charged Derek with a knife. Derek let the weapon graze his side before grabbing the man by the head and slamming him into the ground with bone-shattering force. 

---

Downstairs, Peter continued his brutal assault. 

A trio of hunters formed a defensive line. "Come out, you bastard!" one of them yelled, his voice shaky. 

Peter obliged. 

He emerged from the shadows, his massive form crouched low, eyes blazing like fire. His lips pulled back in a snarl, revealing sharp fangs. 

"Fire!" 

The hunters unleashed a volley of bullets, but Peter moved faster than they could track. He leapt into the air, crashing down in their midst with earth-shaking force. His claws slashed through the first hunter's chest, sending him flying into a wall. The second hunter tried to run, but Peter grabbed him by the neck and crushed his windpipe with a single squeeze. 

The last hunter screamed and swung his rifle like a club, but Peter caught it mid-swing and snapped it in half. With a feral growl, he grabbed the man by the head and slammed him into the ground, leaving a bloody smear on the floorboards. 

---

The remaining hunters regrouped in the central room, their numbers dwindling. Blood stained the walls and floor, and the air was thick with the metallic scent of death. 

Peter circled them like a predator stalking prey, his footsteps silent, his growls low and menacing. He reveled in their fear, the primal scent of it fueling his bloodlust. 

When he struck again, it was with devastating precision. He darted through the group, his claws slicing through two hunters before they could react. Their bodies hit the ground with wet thuds, and Peter was gone again, disappearing into the shadows. 

---

Derek joined Peter in the central room, his chest heaving as he eyed the remaining hunters. "You're enjoying this too much." he muttered. 

Peter smirked, his voice deep and guttural. "And you're not?" 

Derek didn't answer, instead charging at a hunter who raised his weapon. Derek grabbed the man and slammed him into the ground, breaking his spine with a sickening crack. 

Peter took down the last two hunters with ease. The first tried to flee, but Peter caught him, slamming him into a wall and finished the man with a single swipe of his claws.

The final hunter dropped his weapon and raised his hands, trembling. "Please... don't..."

Peter tilted his head, his glowing eyes cold and unfeeling. Then he slashed his claws across the man's neck, ending him.

The fight inside the Hale house was over, the walls and floors soaked in the blood of the hunters. The silence that followed was deafening, broken only by the creak of floorboards and the faint sounds of the forest outside. Peter stood amidst the carnage, his massive werewolf form drenched in blood, his red eyes still glowing with feral intensity. 

Derek, though battered and wounded, leaned against the wall, catching his breath. "We need to go." he muttered. 

Peter didn't answer. His sharp ears twitched, catching the sound of footsteps outside. His snarl deepened, and with a burst of speed, he was out of the house, disappearing into the night. 

---

Outside, Kate hissed. "Where is he?" Her eyes darting around. 

Before anyone could answer, a blur of motion streaked from the shadows. Peter emerged, his massive clawed hand grabbing a hunter who had just reached Chris. With a sickening crunch, Peter snapped the man's neck and tossed his lifeless body at Chris's feet. 

Chris barely flinched, his gun aimed at Peter in an instant. Victoria and Kate followed suit, their weapons aimed, their expressions steely. 

Peter roared, a deafening sound that echoed through the forest, and charged at them. His speed was terrifying. 

"Shoot!" Chris yelled, and the three opened fire. 

Bullets tore through the air, slamming into Peter's body, but they barely slowed him. Victoria hurled a grenade filled with wolfsbane. The moment the device exploded, a purple mist spread through the air. Peter skidded to a halt, growling furiously as he backed away from the poisonous cloud. 

Peter vanished into the shadows again, his mind racing. Moments later, he returned, carrying a massive log from the forest. With a guttural snarl, he hurled it toward the trio. The log spun through the air like a missile, forcing Chris, Victoria, and Kate to dive out of the way. 

Peter used the distraction to close the distance. He moved with unnatural speed, appearing in front of Kate before she could react and caught her by the arm. 

Kate's eyes widened, panic flickering across her face. She reached for the dagger at her belt, her fingers trembling as she pulled it free and stabbed Peter's arm. The blade, coated in wolfsbane, burned into his flesh, eliciting a roar of pain and fury. 

Peter's retaliation was swift and brutal. His jaws clamped down on her shoulder, his sharp teeth piercing through skin and muscle. Kate screamed as Peter flung her to the ground, her body hitting the dirt with a thud. 

Pulling the dagger from his arm, Peter dropped it to the ground and stalked toward her, his red eyes burning with rage. 

Just then, the roar of an engine cut through the tension, and Stiles' familiar beat-up Jeep skidded to a halt near the house. The door flung open, and Allison jumped out. 

"Peter, stop!" she shouted, her voice firm and unwavering as she stepped between him and Kate. 

Peter froze, his claws mid-swing, his eyes narrowing at the audacity of the young girl. 

"Move." Peter growled, his voice guttural and inhuman. 

Allison didn't flinch. She stood her ground, meeting his gaze. "If you don't want to die, I suggest you leave now." 

Peter's lips pulled back in a snarl, but he hesitated. He knew that attacking Allison would bring Scott's wrath down upon him—a wrath he wasn't prepared to face. 

Behind Allison, Kate struggled to her knees, clutching her bleeding shoulder. She smirked, her voice laced with mockery. "What's wrong, Peter? Scared of a teenager? Some alpha you are." 

"Kate, shut up!" Allison snapped, her voice sharp. 

But Kate's words had already done their damage. Peter's anger boiled over, and his rationality slipped. With a deafening roar, he raised his clawed hand, his massive frame towering over Allison. 

"Allison, move!" Chris shouted, panic lacing his tone as he raised his weapon. 

Victoria's voice trembled. "Allison, get out of the way!" 

Just as Peter's claws were about to strike, a massive grey wolf leapt from the shadows, landing gracefully in front of Allison. Its fur gleamed in the moonlight, and its red eyes burned with an intensity that matched Peter's. The wolf snarled, baring its teeth, and Peter froze. 

A chill ran down Peter's spine as he sensed another presence. Slowly, he turned his head to see a towering black werewolf emerging from the darkness, His form massive and imposing. His glowing red eyes locked onto Peter, radiating an aura of dominance and power. 

The black werewolf's voice was a deep, monstrous growl. "I warned you, Peter. But you just tried to attack Allison, didn't you?" 

Peter took a step back, his bravado faltering. 

Scott's growl deepened, its tone laced with menace. "Now you have to pay." 


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