The New Chimera

A Stranger Rolls In

Scott McCall was the true alpha, leader of the infamous McCall pack, mate to Issac Layhey, son to Melissa McCall, and perhaps the most important title: protector of Beacon Hills. So why is it that he always felt something was missing. It was like there was a hole in his heart. Something in him just knew that his pack was incomplete; missing a piece.

It wasn't just Scott who felt this way. His second in command, Derek Hale had also mentioned feeling like the pack wasn't whole. As did a few more pack members. But none of them could figure out what it was exactly that they were missing.

These are the things on Scott's mind as he made his way towards Derek's loft for a pack meeting. It was nothing serious, so he could take his time. All they were doing today was hanging out, since there weren't any new threats yet. Although Scott was always on edge - waiting for the next threat.

The alpha finally reached the building and took the elevator with Malia Tate-Hale, who had also just arrived. "Hey Scott.", she greeted. Something about they way she said hey wasn't normal. And Scott knew exactly what was up once he caught a whiff of her anxious chemosignals. "There's another threat in Beacon Hills again, isn't there?", he asked, solemnly. "Yeah... I ran into this new guy today. He smelled like blood. Fresh blood.", she answered.

Scott sighed in exasperation as the elevator doors opened. "What's wrong Scotty?", Allison asked. "Malia ran into a new threat today. And how many times do I have to tell you, don't call me Scotty!", Scott replied, annoyed. Scott and Malia reached the sitting area and plopped onto bean bags, almost perfectly in sync. Scott shuffled his bean bag to be closer to Issac's seat on a barstool.

Derek suddenly and swiftly stood up from his seat on the nearby couch. "What do you mean, a new threat?!", he asked, voice laced with worry. "There was a guy at the hospital today that smelled like fresh blood, but the weird thing is he was walking into the hospital and he was completely unharmed. I've also never seen him before.", Malia answered. "Well what'd this guy look like?", Theo Raeken, a recently joined member, asked.

"I don't know, I was more focused on the blood smell?! He had brown hair though, and he was really pale.", Malia proceeded to describe the man vaguely. "Was he hot?", Mason smirked from across the room, where he was leaning against a pool table. Malia gave him a quizzical look. "Why does that matter?" "It doesn't, but I wanna know." "I mean I guess he was attractive..."

"Alright, enough talk about what this guy looks like, do you have any proof he's supernatural?", Peter chimed in, being the only one to ask the right questions.

"Well aside from the blood smell, I thought I smelled something for a second. It was similar to Kira's scent, but not quite the same." "Maybe he's a fox?", Liam suggested. "That doesn't explain the blood though.", Scott argued, eyes distant and lost in deep thought. Issac reached down to ruffle his mate's hair, bringing the man back to reality. "There hasn't been any bodies found recently either, so maybe it was his blood you smelled and he healed. It's possible he doesn't know he's a fox yet, and so he didn't realize he healed and that's why he was at the hospital!", Lydia explained.

"Just because a body hasn't been found doesn't mean he hasn't killed anyone. It just means he hasn't been caught yet. Or maybe he was at the hospital to keep someone quiet. Maybe he attacked them but didn't kill them.", Derek offered. Everyone shifted around a little bit, unsettled by the idea that there was a potentially murderous fox loose in Beacon Hills once again. Kira felt a little guilty, as she could tell everyone was reminded of her incident.

The meeting had gone from chipper to somber in as little as 5 minutes. The once excited atmosphere, now turned sour, nerves filling the air as everyone drew their own conclusions about the new guy in town.

"In better news, the sheriff's son is moving back into town.", Cora tried to cheer everyone up. "Stiles?! Man, I haven't seen him in forever. We used to be best friends when we were small, 'til he joined a boarding school after the stunt he pulled in 4th grade.", Scott laughed.

**** 2 Hours Earlier ****

Stiles drove far above than the speed limit, listening to music and passing a sign that read "Welcome to Beacon Hills". He pulled into the driveway of a his childhood home. He slowly jumped out of the Jeep and walked up to the front door. He knocked twice before a nice looking woman opened the door to greet him.

"Ahh, you must be Mr. Stilinski. Hi, I'm Cora Hale, so sorry to hear about your father's passing.", she greeted. "Thank you, I still feel a little weird moving into this house now that he's gone.", Stiles admitted. He stepped in and took in his surroundings. It was exactly as he remembered it, only now there was an uncomfortable silence in place of his father's usual laughter.

"You know, your father was a great man. The entire town is grieving the loss of their Sheriff.", Cora attempted to comfort him. "He was great, wasn't he?", Stiles could feel tears threatening to spill over his eyes. Cora talked with him for a short while before handing him some paperwork. "This is all that's left to do to give you official ownership of the house Mr. Stilinski.", she told him. "Please, call me Stiles." Stiles signed the papers and Cora went on her way, she had a meeting to attend she told him.

After Cora left, Stiles grabbed his bags from the trunk of his Jeep and started to settle into his old room. It didn't feel right to take his dad's room. He walked around, cleaning the place up a bit and throwing out the expired food in the fridge and pantry. He was picking up empty coffee mugs in the living room when he came across an old photo of he and his father at a diner right before he went to boarding school.

Stiles picked up the photo and smiled sadly at the photo. "I always told him not to eat so much junk, it wasn't good for his heart.", he whispered to himself, starting to cry now.

Stiles finished tidying up and went to unpack some clothes for the day. He got dressed and went into the deep freezer. He cleaned it out a little and then filled it with the remaining blood packets he had. "I'm low, I need to go pick up some more.", he said, eyes glossing over the nearly empty freezer. He drank a pack of blood and closed the deep freezer before heading back into the living room. He threw his shoes on and grabbed his keys, heading for the nearby hospital.