Kapitel 59: Chapter 59: The Fall of Peter

Scott, in his full werewolf form, loomed over Peter like a predator over its cornered prey. His massive clawed hand gripped Peter's head, and his sharp teeth gleamed in a twisted smile that sent shivers down Peter's spine.

Peter whimpered, his once fearsome demeanor crumbling. His red eyes dimmed with terror as his body began to tremble uncontrollably. "Scott… please." he stammered, his voice trembling. "I… I lost control…"

Scott's grin widened, his voice low and menacing. "Shhhh. Don't worry, Peter. I won't kill you. But after I'm done with you…" Scott leaned closer, his glowing red eyes piercing Peter's soul. "…you'll wish I had."

Scott addressed the others without looking at them. "Guys." he growled in a deep voice. "I'll be right back. What I'm about to do to him… isn't pretty to look at."

Dragging Peter by his head like a rag doll, Scott turned and disappeared into the dark forest. Peter struggled against the iron grip, clawing and thrashing, but Scott's hand didn't budge.

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Back near the house, Allison approached the massive grey wolf standing protectively nearby. Her eyes softened, and a small smile broke across her face. She threw her arms around the wolf's enormous head in a warm embrace. "Hi, gorgeous." she whispered. "Thank you for coming."

Melissa spoke in a deep yet soothing voice. "Anytime, sweetheart. You're family."

Lydia stepped out of the car, her expression one of awe and curiosity. She walked up to the enormous wolf, her fingers brushing against the soft fur. "Melissa? Is that you?"

Melissa chuckled, her wolf voice resonant and warm. "Yes, Lydia. It's me."

Lydia's fingers trailed through the fur as she smiled. "You look gorgeous, by the way."

The tender moment was interrupted by the sharp, pitiful cries of Peter echoing through the woods.

Stiles approached the group, hands shoved into his pockets. "I bet Peter wishes he was still in a coma right now." he quipped, grinning.

Lydia tilted her head thoughtfully. "By the way, Scott's werewolf form looks… very cool. Intimidating, but cool."

Kate, sitting nearby, tried to speak. "Allison, thank yo—"

"Don't talk to me." Allison snapped, her voice cold. "And don't think I'm stupid enough to not see what you did. You used me to make Scott deal with Peter, didn't you? With that text you sent me and how you provoked Peter when I told him to stop."

Kate's face paled. "No, Allison, I would never—"

"Then what did you think would happen when you provoked an angry alpha with your words?" Allison asked.

"I… I didn't mean to put you in danger." Kate stammered. "I thought he wouldn't dare to attack you. I'm sorry, Allison."

Allison scoffed, dismissing her with a wave. She turned to her parents, her concern softening her tone. "Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"

Victoria pulled Allison into a tight embrace, her voice shaking. "Don't you ever dare do something like that again! I thought… I thought I was going to lose you."

"I'm fine, Mom." Allison reassured her, hugging back.

When Victoria finally released her, Allison hugged Chris next. "I'm glad you're okay, Dad. But next time you plan something this dangerous, tell me first. I can help, you know."

Chris chuckled awkwardly, patting her back. "I can protect myself, Allison. And as your father, I'm supposed to protect you."

Allison rolled her eyes playfully. "Sure, Dad. If I wasn't here, your crazy sister would be dead by now."

Chris coughed, clearly uncomfortable. He glanced at the massive grey wolf. "And, uh, who's she?"

Allison smirked. "That's something you'll have to ask Scott."

Just then, Scott returned, his human form restored. His bare chest glistened under the moonlight, his muscular frame a testament to his strength. He was dragging Peter behind him, the defeated alpha barely alive.

Scott threw Peter onto the ground in front of them.

Stiles gagged, looking at Peter's battered body. "Yikes. You didn't go easy on him, did you, Scott?"

Scott shrugged. "I warned him, didn't I?"

Scott's eyes flicked toward the Hale house. "Derek, you can come out now."

From the shadows of the house, Derek emerged. His wounds had healed, his posture strong and upright.

Scott turned to him. "I won't let you kill Kate. But I'll give you what belongs to you. You can take Peter's alpha spark."

Kate's eyes widened in panic. "You can't do that, Sco—"

Melissa growled at Kate, cutting her off.

Scott's lips curled into a smirk. "I can do whatever I want, Kate. And right now, you should be more worried about yourself."

"What do you mean?" Kate asked.

"You were bitten by an alpha." Scott replied, his voice calm yet cold. "And you know what that means, don't you?"

Kate's face hardened. "That's none of your business."

Scott chuckled darkly. "You know what hunters do when they're bitten, don't you, Kate?"

Lydia furrowed her brow. "What do they do?"

"They shoot themselves." Scott said, his tone blunt.

Allison's face flashed with worry, but Scott quickly added. "Don't worry, babe. A bitch like Kate would never end her life. But I can't guarantee Gerard won't kill her when he finds out. And after hearing what happened here, he'll definitely come."

Turning back to Derek, Scott nodded. "What are you waiting for? Go ahead. Take back Laura's powers."

Derek walked toward Peter, his expression unreadable.

Peter, barely conscious, muttered weakly. "No… this power is mine, Derek. You don't deserve it. You're weak… just like your mother."

Derek's jaw clenched, but he didn't respond. He knelt beside Peter, his claws extending. With a determined glare, he drove them into Peter's body.

Peter screamed, thrashing weakly as Derek began to extract the alpha spark. His curses and insults filled the air, but his broken body couldn't resist.

As the power transferred, Derek's eyes glowed a fierce, vibrant red. Peter's screams faded, his body going limp as he lost consciousness. Derek stood tall, now an alpha, his eyes burning with newfound strength.

Derek looked at Scott with his glowing red eyes and asked. "What are you going to do with Peter?"

Scott shrugged casually, his tone dismissive. "Why are you asking me? He's your family, your problem. Do whatever you want with him. But if you don't kill him, make sure he knows that if he pisses me off again, I won't beat him next time—I'll just kill him."

Scott's sharp gaze shifted to Chris. "And you—take care of your crazy sister. Don't let her do anything stupid in my territory again."

Before Chris could respond, Scott noticed Jackson standing awkwardly at the edge of the group. "Jackson!" Scott said with a raised eyebrow. "what are you doing here?"

Everyone turned to look at Jackson, and Chris's expression darkened as he strode toward the boy. "I'm going to kill you, kid!"

Jackson panicked. Seeing Scott standing with Allison, he decided against running to him. Instead, he darted behind Derek, grabbing at his arm. "I helped you escape! You have to protect me!"

Lydia's gaze narrowed on Jackson as she crossed her arms. "Jackson, what did you do? Why is Mr. Argent so angry at you?"

Jackson clamped his mouth shut, looking terrified, but Chris answered for him, his voice cold and sharp. "He caused the death of fifteen of my men today. He broke the mountain ash barrier and let Peter in. Peter slaughtered all of them!"

Derek's red eyes flicked to Chris, and he snorted. "Don't play the victim. You caught me, tortured me, and used me as bait to get to Peter. Those fifteen hunters came here to kill me and Peter—they should've been prepared to die."

Scott raised a hand, his voice cutting through the tension. "Alright, enough! Derek, take your uncle and your little bitch, Jackson, and leave. Chris, clean up this mess. And don't let the Sheriff find the bodies—he's got enough on his plate already."

Derek gave Chris a scornful look, then turned back to Scott. "Thank you, Scott, for sparing Peter's life. I'll see you around."

Derek grabbed Peter and and looked at Jackson. "Let's go."

Scott turned to his friends, his tone softening. "Go to my house. We'll catch up with you later."

Allison walked over to her family, placing a comforting hand on Victoria's arm. "Mom, I'm going back to Scott's house. You can call me anytime. Once you're done dealing with this mess and arranging the funerals for your men, let me know, and I'll come home."

Victoria brushed Allison's hair tenderly. "Okay, sweetheart. Just be safe, alright? I'll let you know when I'm done. I love you. Now go, we need to leave before the Sheriff shows up."

"Love you too." Allison said before hugging her mom. She then turned to Lydia and Stiles. "Let's go."

As the trio got into the car and drove off, Scott watched them disappear down the road. His glowing red eyes turned to Kate, and he crossed the distance between them in an instant. His hand shot out, gripping her throat tightly.

Kate gasped, her voice strangled. "Scott… let go."

Scott's tone was ice-cold, his red eyes glaring into hers. "You almost got Allison hurt earlier by provoking Peter. This is your last warning. You used me to survive today, and I didn't mind, for Allison's sake. But piss me off again, and I'll kill you myself."

Kate managed to choke out. "Allison… will never forgive you if you kill me."

Scott's lips twisted into a dark smile. "Then I just have to make sure she's not around when i kill you, don't I?"

He released her suddenly, and Kate fell to the ground at Chris's feet, coughing and gasping for air.

Scott addressed Chris. "You heard me. Keep her in check."

Turning to leave with Melissa, Scott paused and glanced back at Chris with a mischievous smirk. "Oh, and by the way, don't worry about Allison. To make sure she's extra safe, I sleep in the same bed with her. No need to thank me, Uncle Chris."

Chris's face turned crimson with fury, and he roared, "Damn it, Scott! I'm going to kill you, you punk!"

Melissa chuckled and nudged Scott with her paw. "Let's go."

Scott grinned as they disappeared into the woods, leaving Chris standing there, fuming and cursing under his breath.