Teenwolf Imagines

Secret for a Secret - The McCall Pack

Summary: When things were getting out of hand, The pack has decided to summon a demon to help them stop another demon that has been running around Beacon Hills and you're the demon they're summoning.
Warnings: None bro, just the reader being badass so we gucci

When you were first approached by the pack living in Beacon Hills you expected their trivial human behaviour, but you were mildly surprised by their request. As a powerful demon from the underworld there wasn't much of humanity that you'd never seen before but this pack and their leader was the most surprising piece of humanity you'd ever seen.

The McCall pack first made contact with you through their hellhound and banshee, the hellhound you had seen more than a few times before. The banshee was a shock to you however, you never expected for a harbinger of death to try and communicate a watcher of the gate like yourself. The fact that they got your summoning ritual down to a tee should have been the first pointer to this packs intelligence.

"You have summoned a watcher of the gate," your demonic voice rung through the loft, "what is it that you desire, mortals?"

"Is this what talking to demons is always like?" A tall boy spoke to the girl next to him.

"Stiles, please," she muttered to him, "this is a demon from literal hell and your worried about its cadence?"

"Can we get back to the whole summoning thing, guys?" Another boy spoke up, there was an air of importance and dominance around him, he was certainly a leader.

You laughed at their quarrelling and transformed your physical being to a humanoid figure that would make them more comfortable. Their eyes widening as you changed forms before them.

"You humans are so impulsive ," your voice still powerful but softer than before. You went to step towards the crowd of teenagers and adults but stopped short as you noticed a ring of salt around the summoning circle.

"And smart," you continued as you look around the salt again. A smirk rested on your face as you looked at their shocked faces, "I'm surprised you thought that far ahead, most people don't."

"Well we're not most people," the leader from before spoke, his eyes flashing a brilliant red.

"You most certainly are not," you tilted your head to the side in curiosity, "you're quite the eclectic group of creatures aren't you?"

A man standing further towards the back of the group caught your eye, you'd seen him before. His police badge glinting in the soft lights of the room. He made eye contact with you and furrowed his brow.

"Hello again, Jordan."

"Y/n."

The group looked back and forward between the two of you, they were most confused.

"How do you know Parrish?" A large man spoke, he had the air of a werewolf around him but there was something different there.

"Well he is a hellhound, dear," you explained, "I see him every once in a while when he delivers me some souls."
"Parrish isn't what we are here to talk about," the Alpha of the group spoke quickly.

"And what is it you really want to talk about, little Alpha?"

"There's a demon loose in Beacon Hills and we need your help to stop him," the boy explained, "You were the first name we saw when Lydia was researching him and so we hoped you'd lend a hand."

"And what makes you think I am willing to help you with this little demon problem? Some low-class demon is not for me to handle, someone else can do that."

"Because it's not some low-class demon," the girl from before piped up.

"Who is it?" Your body tense and the air turning stagnant around you, malice pour from your words.

"Astaroth," she blurted, "it's Astaroth and you were the only one known to stop him, though it didn't say why."

"Oh I know exactly why," anger beginning to seethe around you, the room darkening.

"Why?" the Alpha questioned.

"Because Astaroth," you heaved, "is my brother."

To say that the pack was surprised was an extreme understatement. The shock was palpable as they turned away from you to talk amongst themselves. You stood in the summoning circle and merely kicked some of the salt around whilst they discussed what to do.

"So is Y/n your real name?" A younger boy with the bluest eyes you'd ever seen questioned from next to you. He was cute, so innocent, you wouldn't mind taking him to the underworld with you. He had seemingly broken from the group whilst you weren't looking.

"Of course not," you brushed him off, but the dejection on his face at your answer made you sigh and explain more, "I chose the name so that no one could know my true name."

"What happens if someone knows your true name?"

"They would have complete control over me and I could never refuse what they asked me to do. For with my true name, they own me."

"Does that only work with demons?"

"No," you continued, "angels do it too. Everyone is born with a true name given by the big man but your family has given you a different name. If you don't know your true name then you're safe because it can never be stolen from you."

"So the name I was given at birth isn't my true name?"

"No, dear. It is not."

"Oh, in that case," he held his hand out to you and you raised an eyebrow, "I'm Liam."

You took his hand and shook it gently within the confines of the salt circle.
"Pleasure to meet you, young Liam."

"You're a lot nicer than I thought a demon would be," he said causing you to laugh.
"Well I am civilised. Even though I am no longer an angel, I was once."

"Liam!"

Just before he could ask his next question the Alpha's voice tore through the air. Liam's head hung low as he made his way back over to the group, waving a weak hand as a goodbye.

Hours passed and you remained in the circle still. The pack had talked around you and about you but ultimately made no decision. Most of them left after some time, Liam sadly smiling at you as he went. The Alpha and two older men all remained in the loft and simply talked across the room from you.

"You could at least get me a chair," your voice surprising the three men into looking at you, "C'mon I'm not gonna bite."

"Why would you need a chair?" The eldest among them asked sarcastically. " Just because I am a demon doesn't mean my legs don't get tired from standing here for hours on end. Human forms are still weak and my legs are sore. So a chair would be lovely."

The Alpha eyed the other two as he made his way toward you with a chair. He placed it in the circle allowing you two grab it and finally take a seat.

"I'm sorry," he spoke, "we're all a bit new to this whole demon thing and we don't really know what to do."

"I can tell."

"We started on the wrong foot," he looked at you in the eyes, "I'm Scott McCall. That is Derek and Peter. I am the Alpha of this pack."

"Pleased to meet the true Alpha of Beacon Hills."

"You know me?"

"Everyone has heard of you," you raised an eyebrow, "the teenage boy who managed to become true Alpha of a pack full of such an array of creatures. You're famous, dear."

"Are you going to help us?"

"Way to change the topic, Scott," you sighed but nodded, "I will help you."
"Why? You have nothing to gain from this."

"No I don't. But my brother has been rampaging on earth for long enough and it's time that I reel him in before our Father gets involved."

"Tell me more about him," he demanded.
"Bup, bup, bup," you interrupted, "I already told you he was my brother. Secret for a secret, darling. Tell me something you don't want anyone else in the world to know."

"What?"

"I am a demon," you explained, "and everything has a price. So secret for a secret. Nothing is free."