Killer >> Teen Wolf

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Running. Feeling the cold air on his face. Feeling the power, the adrenaline.

He could feel the speed running in his veins.

It has been two long years since he left. Two years since he abandoned everything for a new life.
Two years since he didn't feel this pain. This horrible pain.

At first, he told himself he just needed a break. A break from the supernatural, from the pack, from Beacon Hills.

But only after does he realizes, that the supernatural is within him. And he can do nothing about it.

When he joined his uncle, in Los Angeles, he thought maybe it'll be a chance. To start all over, without pain, agony and loss.

But, surprisingly, he doesn't regret leaving.

It has been, well, two interesting years for Scott.

He learned a few things about life, about power. About death.

He smiled at himself when he thought about his old friends, what will be their reactions when they'll see what he have become. What he is now.

Sometimes, he still saw Allison, smiling at him. Before, he was guilty, ashamed, sad. Now, he's just nostalgic.

He needed to come back to Beacon Hills. He needed a pack to survive.

Being an Alpha without a pack wasn't a good thing. And he wanted one special pack, his old one.

Because they were the strongest pack ever seen. And trust him, he knew about packs.

These two years in Los Angeles, taught him a lot of things. It changed him. And he was excited to be back, and to show to all Beacon Hills, what he have become.

A killer.

+

"You mean another werewolf?", asked Stiles, focusing on the map.

"Yeah" sighed Liam, "we need to stop him. He has killed more than five people in a week. We can't let him kill another".

The pack continued to argue about what the new werewolf. But Lydia stayed awkwardly silent.

"Guys",

They all stopped and looked at Stiles, confused.
"I think Lydia's feeling something.", he told them.
"What? Lydia, what it is?" asked Malia.

The strawberry blonde girl just kept silent. After a few seconds, she looked at them, fear in her eyes.

"There's an Alpha. The werewolf, it's an Alpha. He... he's dangerous."

Parrish took her hand, "Don't worry, Lyd', nobody will die."

Lydia shook her head, "No, this, this Alpha is very dangerous."

Everyone stayed silent.

Lydia walked to the window, and watched the view of Derek's loft.

"I read something... Strange. In the bestiary, I felt something when I read that page about Alphas... It, it was dark. I forgot but, the same feeling came back. I think it's an Alpha, who needs to kill to have power. But a lot of power."

Malia was confused, "that means, you have to be an actual serial-killer?"

"Exactly", Lydia answered.

Stiles took a deep breath, "that means we're dealing with a crazy man who runs to kill everyone for fun?"

"Scared?"

Stiles turned around to look who it was, and just shrugged. It was Jackson, and he was late. Again.

"Anyways, we need to stop him. Do we know who's the next target?" asked Parrish.

"No", answered Derek, "But I think he's in the University of Beacon Hills; all the people he killed are professors or students there."

"Doesn't that sounds obvious?", said Peter, coming downstairs.

"It may be a trap. I think he dit it for a reason, so we know he's there. Because if he wanted to hide, I'm sure as hell he would and we'd never hear of these murders. He wants to be seen."

"Well" said Braeden, "you guys will play detectives, while we", she charged her gun, "catch him".

Jackson sighed, "you always have the fun part. No way I'm not helping you".

They began to agree and Jackson, like the angry werewolf he is, showed his claws, and Derek, like the protective werewolf boyfriend he is, showed his blue eyes.

"Stop!" screamed Liam, eyes glowing red.

The two calmed down.

"We'll need everyone on this one. It's not an ordinary werewolf, or an average Alpha, so please guys. Scott would never want this."

They all stayed silent.

After several seconds, Jackson had enough.

"Scott is gone!" He screamed, furious.
"It's been two years! You always talk about him like he's dead. He's just gone for god's sake, maybe he will never comeback; but he's not dead! And if he's not with us now, it's because of you, Dunbar. Because you were fucking selfish. You ruined everything. You destroyed him. Thought he always helped you."

Liam's eyes glowed red again, "Never talk about him like this again. Or you will regret it."

Jackson smirked, "what? You'll beat me? Like you did before? Then do it! If you have the nuts to."

Liam was ready like hell to punch him.

"Liam! Calm down" said Lydia, touching his arm.

Jackson was fuming with rage. He took his bag and left angrily.

Derek looked at them disapprovingly and went to catch Jackson.

"What a beautiful pack" mumbled Peter. They sent him death glares.
"What?" he exclaimed.

+

"Hello class. Today, a new student is  here. Please welcome him well."

Stiles was bored, and didn't care about the student. He was in college now, he didn't have time to get suspicious, plus the murders that happened lately; he didn't have the strength.

But when he heard that voice he knew so well.

"Hi. I'm Scott McCall."