Jax Thorne had lived twice. Once as a normal guy in Texas. Once now — inside a world he used to watch on TV.
He didn't know why fate gave him Alpha power beyond anything the show ever hinted existed.
He didn't know why his wolf eyes flashed shades of silver no werewolf should have.
He didn't know why three loyal wolves followed him through a second life.
But the strangest thing of all?
Deucalion — the Demon Wolf — had bowed to him. Never publicly. Until tonight.
Because Jax was Deucalion's Alpha.
The Alpha no one knew existed.
Not until this moment.
He had no magic.
No spells.
No tricks.
Just raw dominance, overwhelming strength, and something no creature in the supernatural world had ever seen:
magic couldn't touch him.
Not mountain ash.
Not barriers.
Not spells.
Nothing.
And once he stepped foot in Beacon Hills…
every supernatural being learned that rule the hard way.
The Alpha Pack stood in the warehouse, poised and ready — Kali, Ennis, Ethan, Aiden, and Deucalion.
They came to pressure Derek Hale and test Scott McCall.
But Deucalion kept watching the entrance.
Restless.
Focused.
Waiting.
"Why does he look like that?" Isaac whispered.
Scott had no idea, but even he felt a strange tension building.
Derek sensed it too — a quiet storm approaching.
Before anyone could question it…
heavy Texas boots echoed across the concrete.
Slow.
Steady.
Controlled.
Every Alpha instinctively straightened.
A young man walked into view:
Texas boots
Dark denim jacket
Storm-gray eyes
A quiet confidence usually found in wolves twice his age
He didn't glow.
He didn't roar.
He didn't show fangs.
But the way he moved — steady, balanced, unafraid — made every Alpha except Deucalion tense.
Derek froze.
Scott's heart raced.
Isaac's wolf curled in submission.
Aiden muttered under his breath, "Who the hell is that?"
The stranger crossed the room and stopped beside Deucalion.
Scott asked quietly, "Do you know him?"
Deucalion answered:
"You're looking at my Alpha."
Deucalion — the Demon Wolf — bowed his head.
A real bow.
Kali stiffened.
Ennis stepped back.
Aiden and Ethan stared in horror.
No one had ever seen the Demon Wolf bow.
Jax smirked, voice dipped in a soft Texas drawl:
"Good t'see your manners ain't rusted, Deucalion."
Scott almost choked.
Derek couldn't look away.
"Name's Jax Thorne," he said casually. "Figured it's time y'all met me."
Kali's voice trembled. "You're not real."
Ennis growled, "A myth. A lie."
Ethan swallowed. "I heard stories—about a pack no spell could track, no mountain ash could trap—"
Jax's eyes flicked to him.
"That's me," he said. "Magic don't stick."
Silence hit again.
Scott whispered, "What does that mean?"
Jax shrugged.
"Simple. Whatever stops other wolves doesn't work on me."
Kali frowned. "Mountain ash?"
"Walk through it."
"Barrier spells?"
"Break 'em."
Deucalion stepped back so everyone could see Jax clearly.
"He is immune to magic," Deucalion said. "All of it."
Ennis scoffed and stepped toward Jax, anger overriding caution.
Jax met him halfway.
No roar.
No glow.
Just a brutal, physical grab — Jax shoved Ennis back so hard he crashed into a column, cracking the concrete.
The room went silent.
Ennis didn't get up.
Jax didn't even breathe hard.
"Any more doubts?" he asked calmly.
Scott stepped forward. "What are you?"
Jax met his gaze, steady and unreadable.
"Complicated," he said. "But I ain't your enemy."
He took one step toward Scott.
"You're why I'm here."
Scott stiffened. "Me?"
"This whole Alpha Pack mess gets outta hand," Jax said. "People die. Things break. So I'm here to keep everything from goin' to hell."
Derek frowned. "You're here to help us?"
"I'm here to fix what needs fixin'," Jax said. "And break what needs breakin'."
Every Alpha instinctively moved aside as Jax walked deeper into the room.
Deucalion stood behind him — not beside him.
Jax glanced back once, silver flickering through his eyes.
Then he spoke the words that officially changed Beacon Hills:
"I'm here to rewrite how this story ends."