A few peaceful days passed. Scott and his pack were busy—teenagers with school, adults with the cosmetics company. Noah, Parrish, and Braeden were focused on police work. The only ones with seemingly nothing to do were Derek and Peter.
It was Saturday afternoon, and Scott and Allison decided to take a walk together in the Beacon Hills Preserve.
As they left the ranch and stepped into the woods, Allison took a deep breath and said. "We haven't been out here in months."
"Since we dealt with those shadow foxes, right?" Scott replied.
"Yeah."
Scott nodded. "We probably should check on the Nemeton. See if it's regained its energy."
Allison sighed. "Let's just hope it hasn't." She then smirked. "By the way, how's Liam doing with his new girlfriend?"
Scott chuckled. "Well, according to him, she still hates him—but at least she's stopped pulling pranks on him. I'd say it's progress."
Allison said. "Did you warn him to be careful? She is a chimera, after all."
"I did. But honestly, she doesn't seem dangerous. I don't think she even knows what she is. My guess? Whoever is turning people into chimeras is experimenting… maybe looking for something—or someone—specific."
"Someone to turn into a specific supernatural creature?"
"Exactly." Scott said. "And Belasko, Hayden… even Theo—they are not what they're looking for."
Allison frowned. "So they just considered them failed experiments and let them go?"
Scott nodded. "Probably. We'll find out eventually, I guess."
"You're right. Let's just hope we find out before a lot of people get hurt."
Scott took her hand. "Alright, let's not worry about that right now. Let's focus and try to sense the Nemeton."
They both closed their eyes.
After a moment, their eyes snapped open—and they turned to face the same direction.
"Let's go." Scott said.
Hand in hand, they walked deeper into the forest, chatting as they followed the Nemeton's pull. Eventually, they reached the massive tree stump that pulsed faintly with mystical energy.
Placing their hands on the surface, they both sensed it at once.
"It's full of energy again." Allison murmured. "Which means we're about to get very busy."
Scott nodded. "Yeah, it's going to start drawing supernatural creatures to Beacon Hills… again."
"Should we try to absorb its energy?" Allison asked.
"I just tried." Scott said. "Although I can absorb its energy, the absorption is very slow. It would take forever to drain it completely."
"Let me try." Allison said.
She extended her claws and pressed them into the bark. Her eyes glowed briefly—but then she pulled her hand away.
"Same as you said. The absorption's way too slow. Maybe we should tell Deaton. He's a druid—maybe he can drain it faster."
"Even if he could, he won't." Scott replied. "You know how druids are. Balance, harmony, nature's flow… all that nonsense."
"So what do we do?"
Scott shrugged. "Let it be. Things have been too quiet lately. Maybe a little chaos will make life interesting again."
Allison smirked. "You know what? You're right. Peace is nice… but I do love a good fight."
Scott grinned. "Come on. Let's continue our walk."
Scott and Allison walked through the woods, talking and laughing for about two hours. They found themselves deep in the woods and decided to return home when the sky started to darken.
As they were leaving the depths of the forest, both Allison and Scott felt something.
Scott stopped. "We're being hunted."
"I feel it too." Allison said, turning slowly. "What do you think it is?"
"I don't know." Scott murmured, eyes scanning the shadows. "But we're about to find out."
Scott and Allison looked deep into the woods. It was dark, but with their supernatural vision they could see clearly.
From the depths of the forest, something stirred.
Allison said. "Scott, do you see what I'm seeing?"
"I do." Scott said, narrowing his eyes. "They're huge."
From between the trees emerged two massive wolves, each the size of a horse—one of them was white and the other was black.
The wolves snarled and stalked toward Scott and Allison, eyes locked, muscles tensed, clearly preparing to attack.
"They're not shapeshifters." Allison said.
"No." Scott agreed. "They're supernatural, but definitely not human. Let me handle this—I want to see how strong they are."
In a blur of speed, Scott lunged forward. He punched the black wolf hard in the head, sending it crashing into a tree with a pained yelp. Then he turned, slashing the white one across the shoulder with his claws. The wolf whimpered and backed off.
But at the sound of the white wolf's cry, the black one shook its head—dazed but furious—and charged at Scott in a blind rage.
Scott smirked. "Oh, is she your mate? Come on then, show me how strong you are."
He didn't counterattack, instead raising his arm to block the incoming strike. The black wolf's massive paw slammed into him with incredible force—yet Scott wasn't sent flying. He blocked the impact with ease, a confident grin spreading across his face.
"You're strong." Scott said, admiringly. "Stronger than a regular Alpha werewolf. But unfortunately, not strong enough to hunt me."
The black wolf lunged again, snapping its jaws. Scott dodged smoothly and delivered a powerful kick that sent it flying backward. But then the white wolf recovered and sprang toward him, snarling, trying to protect its mate.
Dark shadows suddenly swirled around Scott. From the ground, tendrils of darkness rose and twisted into giant spectral hands, binding both wolves mid-air.
Scott smirked. "Looks like my darkness ability got stronger."
Allison stared at the restrained wolves and asked. "So… what do we do with them?"
Scott approached the bound wolves. "They're beautiful creatures, but they were trying to hunt us, which means they're man-eaters. If we let them go, they'll probably kill someone."
"That's a shame." Allison said quietly.
Scott prepared to finish them, but Allison suddenly froze. Her head snapped to the side as she heard something behind a nearby tree.
"Wait!" She said, grabbing Scott's arm. "Don't kill them. I think… I think they weren't hunting us. They were protecting something. Look—there!"
Scott followed her gaze and saw them: two small wolf pups, one white, one black, peeking nervously from behind the tree.
Scott's expression softened. "So that's why they attacked us. But what should we do with them? We can't just leave them here."
Allison said. "Let's take them back to the ranch. They could be our pets."
Scott hesitated, then nodded. "Alright. Let's see if they understand us first."
He turned back to the wolves, still bound by the shadowy hands. As he approached, they struggled and growled.
Scott's eyes glowed red. He let out a powerful Alpha roar, shaking the air. The wolves whimpered and stilled, cowed by his presence.
Scott dispelled the shadows and stepped forward. Placing a hand on the black wolf's head, he said calmly. "I won't kill you and your family, but you have to go live with me and my pack. Do you understand?"
The wolf let out a bark, and Scott understood that it agreed.
He looked at Allison and said. "He can understand what I'm saying."
Allison smiled. "Good. I really didn't want to kill them."
She knelt near the pups and gently called to them. They hesitated, then the black one approached and licked her hand.
Allison picked it up and started playing with it. "Oh, you're a girl. No wonder you're so brave. Is the white one your brother? He's a bit of a coward, huh?"
The white pup barked in protest, ran up, and bit at Allison's pant leg, tugging hard.
Allison laughed. "Okay, okay! Stop! You're going to rip my pants!"
She patted the pup's head. "You're very brave, alright? Now can you please let go?"
The pup let go and barked at her a few times before running to Scott, rubbing against his leg and letting out a series of soft, complaining whimpers.
Scott chuckled and picked him up. "I think he's saying: girls are stupid."
Allison walked over, looked at the pup in Scott's arms with an evil smirk. "Is that so?"
The pup squeaked in panic and buried his head in Scott's chest, making both Scott and Allison burst out laughing.
"They're really smart." Scott said, still chuckling. "And look at their mother—I slashed her with my claws, but she's already healed."
Allison walked up to the giant white wolf and gently patted her head. "I guess we've got new pack members. Where do you think they came from?"
Scott shrugged. "I'm not sure. Why don't you try reading her memory?"
Allison looked into the white wolf's eyes. "Can I read your memories?"
The wolf let out a low, almost understanding sound, which Allison somehow interpreted as agreement. She extended her claws and carefully pressed them into the back of the wolf's neck. After a few moments, she withdrew her claws.
Scott asked. "So… are they wolves who evolved because of the Nemeton?"
Allison shook her head. "No, they were born like this. And get this—they can shift their size. They can become smaller, like regular wolves."
Scott turned to the black wolf. "Show me."
The wolf shrank down, transforming into a regular-sized wolf, then shifted back into its massive form.
"Cool." Scott said, impressed. "So, where are they from?"
"Wyoming." Allison answered. "More specifically, Yellowstone National Park. I recognized it from a trip I took with my parents years ago. They were cast out from their old pack and moved here, drawn by the Nemeton when they passed near Beacon Hills."
Scott nodded. "I see. Then let's take them back to the ranch and introduce them to everyone."
With that, Scott and Allison began walking back to the ranch, followed by the two massive wolves and their two mischievous pups.
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At the ranch, the rest of the pack was relaxing in front of the pack house when suddenly they heard the animals on the ranch start screaming and going wild.
Stiles looked around. "What's going on?"
Melissa stood up, listening to the chaos. "Sounds like Scott and Allison brought something with them."
Moments later, Scott and Allison emerged from the treeline, flanked by the two massive wolves with their pups trailing behind, as they made their way toward the pack house.
Stiles blinked in disbelief. "Whoa… are those dire wolves?"
Before Scott could answer, Agisa—who was sitting nearby—stood up with wide eyes. "No. Those aren't dire wolves… Those are Amarok."
Lydia frowned. "Amarok? What's that?"
"In Inuit mythology." Agisa explained. "The Amarok is a giant, supernatural wolf that hunts those who roam the wilderness alone at night. They're known to be symbols of both danger and balance in nature. Ancient people feared them—but also respected them. They're powerful, intelligent, and guardians of the wild. I thought they were extinct!"
She looked at Scott. "Where did you find them?"
"In the woods." Scott said. "We must have stumbled near their den. They attacked us—probably thinking we were a threat to their pups."
At that moment, Lydia, Erica, and Kira ran toward the pups, cooing. "Aww! They're so cute!"
Melissa crossed her arms. "Okay, but why bring them here?"
"We couldn't just leave them in the woods." Scott said. "They'd end up killing someone. This way, we can keep them safe—and keep people safe too."
Melissa looked at the two giant wolves. "They're going to eat the ranch animals."
Scott shook his head. "No, they won't. You can talk to them—literally. Just tell them not to hunt here, and they'll listen. They're incredibly smart. Even the pups can understand us."
Stiles walked up to the adult black wolf and said. "Okay, let's name you. How about Akela? That's the name of the alpha wolf from The Jungle Book."
The black wolf immediately bit Stiles' head—not to hurt him, but just enough to make his displeasure clear.
"Help!" Stiles yelled dramatically. "He's trying to eat me!"
Chris chuckled. "No, I think he just doesn't like the name you gave him."
Melissa walked over, gently pushing Stiles aside, and stroked the black wolf's thick fur. "Since your fur is so dark… how about Vesper? It means evening star."
The wolf licked her hand in approval.
Melissa smiled. "You like that, huh? Alright then—Vesper it is."
Allison softly petted the giant white wolf's head. "Then we'll call you Luna. What do you think?"
The white wolf wagged her tail and gave a gentle huff of approval.
Lydia, holding the black female pup in her arms, said. "Then this little one will be Leila. It's an Arabic name. It means night."
Stiles clapped his hands. "Then I'm naming the white one!"
He reached out toward the little pup with one of his signature creepy smiles. The pup yelped in alarm, bolted toward Scott, and hid behind his legs—growling at Stiles while peeking out.
"Hey! Come back here." Stiles said, offended.
Scott laughed and scooped the white pup into his arms. "You scared him with that creepy smile of yours. You looked like a shady guy trying to lure a kid with candy."
"I'm not creepy!" Stiles protested.
Scott grinned and thought to himself. 'Let's name him after Jon Snow's direwolf.' Then he said aloud. "Let's call this little guy Ghost."
Stiles wrinkled his nose. "That's a lame name. Let's call him White Fang."
The pup growled at Stiles again.
Scott smirked. "Looks like he prefers Ghost."
The pack laughed, and with the naming settled—Vesper, Luna, Leila, and Ghost—they decided to celebrate. They held a barbecue in front of the pack house, enjoying the peaceful night.
As they ate, Scott and Allison informed the others that the Nemeton had regained its energy.
But no one seemed overly concerned. In fact, most of them looked excited.
"Great." Cora said with a grin. "That means more supernatural freaks are heading to Beacon Hills."
"Can't wait." Aiden added, biting into a burger. "It was getting boring anyway."
The pack agreed, laughing and eating together, fully prepared—come what may.
To be continued… 😊