The Vixen & the Fox II

Chapter 246

Scott was a bit surprised at them being invited to remain with the Crescent Moon Wolf Pack, but he wasn't going to turn it down, especially when Derek was giving him a threatening glare which threatened to unleash lectures of Pack etiquette. Scott had no real idea of what to make of Alpha Hayley Marshall, she seemed a devout mother and strong Alpha. The Crescent Moon Wolf Pack was a hundred or so strong, possibly more, he hadn't really known what to expect of a Pack that large. Derek had said that Packs this size would have multiple seconds, and seek powerful alliances; which was probably how they had gotten tangled in the Mikaelsons. Klaus Mikaelson was terrifying though, the ancient Alpha was rather menacing, and obviously dangerous. The entire Mikaelson family had Scott's inner wolf on attention and on guard.

They were all obviously old, they had the same endless, ancient feeling that the Nogitsune possessed.

And Deaton had stressed vampires weren't real, that they were like Unicorns, actual fiction and myths, they couldn't be real. Of all the vile, cruel, demented creatures of the supernatural, the fact Deaton stressed vampires weren't real. Immortality wasn't real, even for as old as the Nogitsune was the creature hadn't claimed immortality. However, there was something about these beings which warned him that they indeed immortal and just as dangerous as vampires from myth. He did wonder if crucifixes, holy water, garlic, and a stake in the heart were what would actually hurt or kill them or if that, like everything else, seemed to be embellished lore.

Lydia, Liam, Mason, Corey, Milia, and Kira had been swift to drive out to the plantation; which was huge, seriously huge, so many crops were grown here it was rather insane. Derek was restless, and wouldn't settle, but Stiles was managing Derek, and Peter was no where to be found or seen; the old beta had 'retired' to wherever he wanted.

The Mikaelson family, Scott soon learnt, was multigenerational. There was a patriarch, which was Elijah, but Elijah had siblings; Finn, Freya, Klaus, Kol, Rebekah and Henrik. Finn, Klaus, Rebekah and Henrik all had children. All the Mikaelsons had significant others, or mates; he didn't know what vampires would call their partners, he didn't. There was also a father to the Mikaelsons, Mikael, who was honestly the second most terrifying person Scott had ever encountered; the first would forever be Void Stiles; Stiles without what made Stiles, well, Stiles, was freaking terrifying.

Scott glanced behind himself; the most confounding thing about the Mikaelsons was the four identical pups. They all had these huge blue eyes, ivory skin tone, and bright auburn hair, but they all had these sharp ethereal features; even for children they were unnaturally beautiful. They took after their mother, but that left Scott wondering which Mikaelson was the father, given the similar features they shared with the Mikaelsons in general.

"What are you doing?" he asked, the pup had to be about seven or eight.

"Guarding," she answered pertly; this one, like the other three, had her hair done up in elaborate braids which made Scott think of that show Vikings. This one had little wolf like decoations in her hair.

"Guarding what?" he asked in amusement.

"You're a stranger on pack territory, I'm seven, not stupid," she huffed irritably.

"You guys say that a lot," he observed.

"Everyone underestimates us, but I'm warning you," she jabbed her finger at him and gave him the most serious look a seven year old could give.

"I'll consider myself warned," he mused. "I'm Scott," he introduced. She said nothing as she blinked her big blue eyes as she seemed to assess him further, her pert nose wrinkling a bit.

"Good for you," she decided after a bit.

"The polite thing to do would be to introduce yourself," he countered.