The Youngest (Teen Wolf) Rewritten

Chapter Twenty-Three

Allison was driving back to her house while Kylie was soundly sleeping in the back. The rain and the flashes of lightning reminded Allison of what she had seen earlier. The images haunted her mind—Derek, strung up and tortured, and the shocking realization that Kylie was one of those... things. It didn't bother her that Kylie was a werewolf; she still loved the little girl. But the anger she felt toward the creature that had bitten her was undeniable. Kate had shown them both what a werewolf was really like—violent, monstrous, something to be feared.

Kate had turned on the dial of the electric machine, her eyes fixed on Derek.

"What are you doing? Is that going to kill him?" Allison asked, her voice trembling.

"Oh, come on, kiddo. Don't get all ethical on me now," Kate replied, her tone filled with amusement.

She pressed the button, shocking Derek, who screamed out in pain. Kylie, wide-eyed, watched him, her small face filled with fear and confusion. Derek, understanding what she was thinking, shot her a look, silently urging her to act like she didn't know him.

"What is he?" Allison asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Shape-shifter. Lycan. Werewolf," Kate said, laughing as she listed the names. "To me, he's just another dumb animal. The complete opposite of our little friend right here," she continued, pointing towards Kylie.

Allison's eyes widened as she looked at the three-year-old in her arms. "Kylie's one of them?"

"Yes," Kate replied, her voice softening. "But like I explained to her, I'll train her to be like us. She won't be one of those animals."

Kate turned the dial again, sending another jolt of electricity through Derek. His body convulsed, and he screamed, the sound echoing off the walls.

"Come here," Kate waved Allison and Kylie over. "See these right here?" She pointed at Derek's teeth, the sharp canines protruding from his mouth. "These are canines, also known as fangs. Made for tearing and rending flesh. Not something you'd find on those cute little leaf-eating herbivores, is it?"

Allison's eyes narrowed, her expression filled with confusion and anger. "This is a joke to you?"

Kate shrugged, a smirk playing on her lips. "Sweetheart, there are werewolves running around in the world. Everything's a joke to me. How else do you think I stay sane?"

Allison shook her head, her hold on Kylie tightening as if she were shielding her from the horrors around them.

"So—it was him at the high school? And all the other animal attacks?" Allison asked, her voice trembling.

"There's actually four of them," Kate replied. "Kylie—she's the cub, which is basically a baby werewolf. Another younger one like him, called a Beta. And then there's the Alpha. The Alpha's the pack leader—bigger, stronger, nastier. Those are the real ugly motherf—"

"Language!" Kylie suddenly cut in, her small voice interrupting Kate.

Kate paused, looking down at the child, a soft smile forming on her lips. "Sorry, sweetheart," she said, her voice gentler. She then led Allison and Kylie out of the room, her demeanor calm and collected.

Now, back in the car, the storm raging outside, Allison's thoughts were a chaotic swirl of everything she had learned. She was so lost in her head that she hadn't noticed she was speeding—her foot pressing harder on the gas, the road blurring past. It wasn't until the flash of police lights and the sound of sirens filled the night that she realized her mistake.