The Youngest (Teen Wolf) Rewritten

Chapter Twenty-One

As Stiles sped towards the school, Kylie suddenly felt a sharp, searing pain in her neck. Her eyes widened in shock before they fluttered shut. Her body slumped slightly in Stiles' arms as a vision began to overwhelm her senses.

She saw a house. The Hale house—but it wasn't a wreck like it was now. It was whole, alive, filled with warmth. Then, two men appeared, carrying gasoline, pouring it on the house, their faces filled with malice. She saw Peter, his eyes burning with fury, as an Alpha, taking both men out in brutal revenge. The image shifted to the bus driver, Garrison Meyers—Peter went after him for his role in that fateful night.

The vision changed again, and she saw Peter in the hospital, the agony of his wounds slowly giving way as he began to heal. The scene twisted to the Hale house engulfed in flames, the fire consuming everything, the air filled with the gut-wrenching screams of those trapped inside. She saw Peter rising under the full moon, Jennifer's shocked expression as she witnessed his transformation. Laura Hale appeared, approaching Peter—then he snapped, attacking her, his face twisted in pain and rage. The final vision showed Scott and Stiles standing around the hole they had dug the day they found Laura's body, while Kylie watched from a distance, her heart heavy with confusion and fear.

Kylie gasped softly, her eyes snapping open as the vision ended. Her breathing was shaky, her eyes wide as she tried to process what she had seen.

Stiles glanced down at her, concern evident in his voice. "You okay? That wasn't really pretty back there," he said, referring to the chaos at the hospital. He hadn't noticed her sudden change in demeanor seconds ago.

Kylie nodded slowly, her hands trembling slightly. "Do you think Derek's okay?" she asked timidly, her fingers fidgeting with the hem of her shirt.

Stiles hesitated, his eyes flicking to the road before he gave her a reassuring smile. "Yeah, he'll be fine," he said, trying to sound confident as he waved off her worries, though the uncertainty still gnawed at him.

Scott, Stiles, and Kylie were in Stiles' jeep, racing towards the school. The boys needed to get there quickly, but they couldn't leave Kylie alone, so, as always, they brought her along.

"So what, the Argents are going after Jackson?" Stiles asked, still trying to wrap his head around the situation.

"Yes, now shut up and drive," Scott snapped, his tone tense.

In response, Kylie kicked the back of his seat, her voice stern. "Language."

But Scott ignored her, too focused on the urgency of their situation.

Stiles sped into the school's parking lot, the tires squealing as they pulled in. They quickly spotted Chris Argent already there. Stiles parked the jeep next to them, and Scott rolled down the window.

"What's up?" Stiles asked, a big grin plastered across his face, trying to play it cool.

"Is everything okay?" Scott asked, his curiosity barely masking his concern.

Chris turned towards them, his expression calm. "Hey, Scott. Your friend here was having car trouble. We're just taking a look." His eyes shifted to the back of the jeep, and he gave a small wave. "Hey, princess."

Kylie's face lit up, and she waved back with a big smile. "Hi, Mr. Argent."

Scott's eyes narrowed slightly, not liking the situation one bit. "There's a shop right down the street. I'm sure they have a tow truck," he suggested, trying to end the interaction.

Stiles nodded, pointing in the direction of the shop. "Yeah. You want a ride?" He gestured, and then Scott opened the door. "Hey, come on, Jackson. You're way too pretty to be out here all by yourself," Stiles continued jokingly.

Jackson started to walk towards the jeep but paused as Chris Argent called out to him. "Hey, boys." He smirked, turning on his car. "Told you I knew a few things about cars."

The four watched as Chris drove away. Once he was out of sight, Kylie unclipped her car seat and slid out, watching her brother and Jackson, who were now facing off.

"What, are you following me now?" Jackson snapped, anger flashing in his eyes.

"Yes, you stupid freaking idiot," Scott bit out, slamming the jeep's door shut. "You almost gave away everything right there."

Jackson's face twisted in confusion. "What are you talking about?"

"He thinks you're the second beta," Scott spat.

Jackson still looked confused, his eyes darting between the group. "What?"

Kylie crossed her arms, her small voice cutting through the tension. "He thinks you're Scotty."

Scott let out an exasperated shout, slamming his fist against the jeep. "Dude, my jeep," Stiles protested, his voice laced with despair.

"I can hear your heart beating from a mile away—literally! Now he thinks that there's something wrong, and now I have to keep an eye on you so he doesn't kill you too!" Scott shouted, his frustration boiling over.

He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, but it wasn't enough. He turned around, raising his fist to hit the jeep again, but Stiles quickly grabbed him. "Okay, how about we step away from Stiles' jeep," he said, trying to defuse the situation.

Jackson's anger flared, and he stepped closer to Scott, shoving him against the jeep. "This is your problem, not mine, okay? I didn't say anything, which means you're the one who's gonna get me killed. This is your fault."

"Can we stop hitting my jeep? Yo, all right, yo, guys, stop. All right?" Stiles said, stepping in between them, his hands raised.

Kylie watched from the side, her lips twitching in amusement at the ridiculousness of it all.

Scott's voice softened, sadness seeping in. "When they come after you, I won't be able to protect you. I can't protect anyone," he said, shooting a glance at Stiles, who now had Kylie in his arms, her small face pressed against his chest.

"Why are you looking at me?" Stiles asked, readjusting his hold on Kylie.

Jackson's eyes narrowed, his voice cold. "You know what you have to do. Get me what I want, and I'll be fine protecting myself."

"No, you won't!" Scott yelled. "Just trust me. All it does is make things worse."

Jackson scoffed, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Oh, yeah, really? You can hear anything you want and run faster than humanly possible. Sounds like a real hardship, McCall."

Scott's eyes darkened, his frustration bubbling to the surface. "Yeah, I can run really fast now—except half the time, I'm running away from people trying to kill me! And I can hear things like—like my girlfriend telling people that she doesn't trust me anymore, right before breaking up with me. Not to mention the minute I started to change, my sister did too. But the difference is that she can't control it. I'm not lying to you! It—ruins your life."

Jackson's face hardened, his voice dripping with disdain. "It ruined your life." He shook his head, a sneer forming on his lips. "You had all the power in the world, and you didn't know what to do with it. You know what it's actually like? It's like you turned sixteen and someone bought you a Porsche when they should have started you out with a nice little Honda. Me? I drive a Porsche."

Scott's jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides. Stiles, sensing the tension, moved closer to Scott, Kylie clinging onto her brother's neck as Jackson climbed into his car and drove away.