Seven Years Ago, Beacon Hills
"I am now in charge of this town. You all have two choices. Really, I'm being generous."
The people stare at him as if he's insane–which point–but also, it's not his fault they're just human and therefore beneath him. His eyes flash as he stares down at them, and he sucks in greedy lungfuls of their fear.
"I am Scott McCall. I have the power to take over this town and I intend to do so. Your options are as follows. Leave. Stay and submit."
They watch as if waiting for more options which makes him scoff.
"You're lucky I'm giving you more than one choice." He gestures to the side where three bodies lay. "Unless you want to end up like them...make a choice within twenty four hours. I will know if you try to stay without submitting."
He throws his head back letting out a roar that does little more than send them all running but it's a start. His eyes flash and he smirks. "Now shadows, is that anyway to greet your master? Come here!"
The shadows hiss loudly, and one even speaks. "Weeee do not ssssserve you, littttlllle pup!"
"Yes. You. Do." His chest rumbles. "I am the alpha."
"Youuuu are not. You willlll never beeeee our masssssster."
The wolf raises his left wrist where the Mark of Malum sits. "Yes. I. Am. Now I forbid you from speaking."
The shadows are silent, but they never stop hissing.
Unbeknownst to the wolf, glowing eyes watch him from across the clearing. Then the being quickly fades realizing how urgent it is that something be done before it's too late.
By morning not, a soul remains in the town, all of the people unwilling to submit to a sixteen year old child who they see as crazy. Scott can't say he's surprised but he is disappointed. Oh well. He has his shadows and he's sure he'll find people to submit.
An evil smile forms on his face. Maybe he'll retrieve the demon spawn once he's been thoroughly broken in. The least Stiles can do is be a bed warmer or something.
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The wolf paces back and forth just outside the supposed inner wards as he tries to puzzle everything out. He saw Stiles and scented a bunch of other creatures. None of them look familiar. Just how did the little brat find a pack? He feels his claws unsheathe and he snarls. "This should be mine. He doesn't deserve a pack. He killed my mate and I–"
He freezes as a scent hits him. It's almost like Stiles and yet not but the scent of the bastard is intertwined with this other scent. His eyes scan the pack house grateful for the cover the shadows provide him. For a moment he thinks he's going to have to keep guessing and then through the wide window of what's perhaps a living room he sees a blonde haired man with a small boy on his hip but oh that's not what sends Scott into a rage. Oh no. What makes him shred his jeans from where his claws are digging into his thighs is that the man is pregnant and that combined with the scent means—"Stiles has a mate?!?!?!!"
The shadows begin to writhe and hiss and fight against him. He barely manages to pull his wolf back despite wanting to tear the curly haired man apart. Why should the demon spawn get a happy ending after he took Scott's away?
"This is even better. Take away his mate and I take away his future." He licks his lips. "Perfect." Scott's eyes glow sickly pale yellow, and he hurries back towards the tree line to grab his bag of supplies. "Let's get down to business. Cover me, shadows. Who knows when he'll get back."
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From the Ashes
FanfictionInsanus Carcerum. That's where Stiles finds himself after Scott's betrayal. He has no one now. At least, it doesn't seem like it. Although...the curly haired boy he rooms with could be someone he can have. This is assuming they make it out alive. F...
