My True Pack.

Chapter 21

Thomas's Point of View.

After having my panic attack, breakdown and much more. We all realised that we couldn't even shut the eye to sleep. So, we were all in a big circle, doing nothing at all.

"True Alpha. True Beta." Isaac kept repeating over and over again.

And that's where things got interesting. I shifted from my seat to see Isaac better. The blonde, tall boy had scars that looked healed. He looked as if he was not in the Scorch. "Mark said something about a True Alpha. Care to explain why?" I asked.

Scott looked at me. And from my left eye. I saw him. "You're one too, Stiles. A True Alpha just like me. And even before me. And I guess that Newt is a True Beta, what the hell it means, I don't know."

I laugh was heard and I looked to see Peter Hale. He had a smirk on his eyes or at least the eye I could see. "I never thought that defenceless Stiles would be one of a kind. Not only his kind but our kind as well."

"What are you talking about?" I asked.

He shrugged. "There's a tale. That Deaton told me before the fire. It was a very old tale and because no one knew a True Alpha or a True Beta. It was considered as a tale. But now, now it seems as if it was more than just a little tale to make people fear us."

Derek nodded too. "I heard it. It was about a young boy, never said his name. That was human. He never had any friends, nor that he wanted too. Because he had a terrible past and wished no one could know it. He wasn't special. But he was smart as hell. He could tell you how the murder happened without knowing all the facts."

"One day, he met this guy. And fell in love with him. But back in the old ages, gay people wasn't so welcome in society. So, the couple hid it from anyone. And used to sneek out from his houses at night. But what the guy didn't tell the young boy was that he was a werewolf. Someone, that was very dangerous. And again, not only a werewolf. But a True Beta." Peter continued before passing the role to Derek again.

"The werewolf soon discovered that the young boy was a True Alpha if he let him bite him. But the human refused, not because didn't want to be a monster. But because he wanted to be normal, because he believed that the werewolf needed a bit of normality. And it was true. Because the poor werewolf never knew any love. And the young boy provided."

Peter nodded. "They lived a normal life. They loved each other so much. But one day." He made a pause. "Some hunters found out about their location and paid a visit to their house. The human was away but the werewolf was there. And the hunters took their sweet time to torture the werewolf. The left him bleeding to death. Unable to heal."

Derek continued. "The human came back hours after to see his house destroyed. He ran inside the house hoping his love would be alive. But he saw his love bleeding to death. He kneeled down to him and took him in his arms. Trying to tell him that everything was going to be fine. But the werewolf knew that he wasn't going to be fine. So, he tried to make him leave. But the human never budged."

"The werewolf died in his arms. And the human was left broken-hearted. But here's where the strange thing happened." Peter made another pause. "The human was never bitten by the werewolf. But the moment he died. The human felt an incredible bloodlust. His anger and rage was increasing faster than anything. And his eyes turned red."

"The human or whatever he was. Killed the whole town for what they did for him and his beloved. He killed without any mercy. And people who survived said he looked as a wolf. The killings didn't just stop in the town. The 'thing' came to France and started doing his murders too. If it wasn't for the Beast, that 'thing' would had been the worst murder in all of France's history." Derek finished.