Only He saw

Supreme

Running through the trees, Peter ignored the sharp sensation of twigs cutting past his skin. Derek thundered behind him, growling reverberating in Peter's sensitive ears. His fangs pushed against his lips as he struggled to control his wolf, heart hammering in his ribs.

The scent of the younger wolf was fresh in front of them, he was still ignorant of how to mask it, luckily. Speeding up, Peter leapt over a wayward log, catching sight of Scotts jacket, as it flapped in the wind behind him. He roared, raging and pained, still mourning the loss of his sister.

The teen looked behind him, face panicked, Peter took a moment to bask in the glory of the fear he'd induced in him, before Scott stumbled, falling to the floor, scrambling straight up, but losing enough time that Peter was right behind him, claws sinking into his calves.

Scott roared, eyes pained, eyes blue, and struggled to break free, before growing still as Derek gripped his arm roughly, he was overpowered. His face turned cool, and he panted roughly, waiting for the two to inevitably rip him to shreds.

Peter stared at him, eyes full of animosity and disgust, giving him a sickening grin before popping his claws, flexing his fingers, taking his time. Derek looked up at his uncle and shook his head minutely, Peter scoffing in disbelief.

"I don't care how, Derek, but he'll be dead by the end of the night." He snarled, claws digging deeper into the silent boy beneath him.

Derek nodded vehemently, clenching his jaw, before speaking. "Why?" He asked plainly, staring at Scott.

Scott looked at him, a frenzied grimace giving way to a nervous smirk as he basked in their pain. "Why did I kill her?" He reiterates, squirming when Peter grips him harder. "She was a Hale." He murmurs, grin malicious as he watches the disgusted confusion on the two's faces. "Part of one of the most powerful packs in America, until most of them were killed." He states, eyes dreamy, as if in a haze. Derek whimpered, eyes moist and clouded over. Peter looks at him soundlessly, frown in place.

Scott looks into the distance, eyes frantically darting over the two Weres and the surrounding forestry. "Why did you kill...her," Derek repeats, grinding his teeth in rage.

"Power!" Scott roars suddenly, bucking under them, struggling again. Peter slices into his neck until he slumps defeated again. "I'll do it to all the Hales I can when I'm back." He grins, eyes crazy as his head lolls, blood trickling under his chin. Peter scoffs, shaking his head and tutting.

"Didn't you hear me, pup?" He says, emphasising the last word sickeningly as he smiles falsely down at him. "You're not going to be alive after tonight." He threatens, conviction rinigning clear. Scott laughs vainly and fixes his eyes on Peter.

"But I will be, Peter!" He says as if trying to persuade the older man. "I'm meant to be an alpha. I've known ever since I became a wolf." He states, sunny smile outrageously wrong in the situation. Derek stares wide-eyed as the boy rambles on, oblivious to the murderous looks on their faces. "And when I die," He murmurs, smile still in place. "I'll be reborn, even stronger than before! The second I die, I'll be back...a real true alpha." He sighs dreamily, slack in their grip.

Peter roars, face inches away from the Were, giving way to the animosity beneath his usually composed face. Scott ignores him, still grinning manically up at the darkening sky. "It's okay, it's all okay." He murmured madly, eyes darting everywhere. "I'm protecting my pack..."

Derek looks down, face drained as he takes in the vast change in Scott. "How long has she been dead?" He asks quietly, voice carefully blank, trying to hide the quiver.

"Three months," Scott says, looking troubled for the first time. "It was hard trying to hide her body, and not have any of you realise." He murmurs, a thoughtful expression on his face. "I had to take her heart." He continues obliviously, not seeing the hysteria on the faces above him. "And connect her to my life force. I don't know how it worked, but you were feeling my bond, not hers! And when I die, I'll get her powers to join mine, and I'll be reincarnated as the supreme true alpha!" He smiles sunnily, disgustingly proud of his revelation.

Peter stared, eyes blank as he racked his brain to think of an instance when his bond with his sister had changed, at all. He came up with nothing. They'd already been growing apart, but they were family! How did Scott, an inexperienced wolf do it? "How did you do it?" He demands, echoing his thoughts.

Scott looks at him, then his face wrinkles. "It said it was dark magic." He says brazenly. Derek and Peter stare confusedly, magic? Scott? Scott couldn't do magic. And where did he hear about it? "I found it, the book" He corrects himself. "At Deaton's." The two older Weres share a look, understanding minutely. "Before Cora, before I took on my real alpha form."

Peter narrows his eyes, disgusted by the boy's psychopathic naivety.

"It told me how to become more powerful through killing someone, someone who was more powerful than me." He smiles, nodding at Derek. "That's Cora." He adds unnecessarily. Derek tightens his claws, breaking the healed skin again. Scott frowned. "I killed her, then learnt how to turn my eyes red, how they always should have been!" He beams, eyes dreamy again. "Who knew I could do magic, huh?" He adds, as an afterthought.

Peter shakes his head, disgust etched into the stressed lines. "We're going to make sure you stay dead." He promises, a cold smile stretching over his grim expression.

"Like you did, Peter?" Scott returns cockily, chuckling at his own joke.

Peter tuts, releasing the boy so only Derek hed him to extend his claws again, letting them glint in the now moonlight. Scott moves in a flash, scrambling away from Derek's slack hold, Peter roaring again. Scott stumbles back, maniacal grin stuck on his face.

"I won't be dead long!" He shouts, grinning. Swiftly extending his claws, he raises them to his throat, slashing it in an instance, crumpling to the floor as his blood soaked into the ground.

Derek flares his eyes, and the now red irises focus on the body in front of him. He was the alpha now, by default, the charge of the Hale posse.

They stare at the figure on the ground, lifeless, yet still somehow still euphoric and elated in his death. The blood spreads, coating the forest floor, tainting the air with its copper tang. Peter watches silently, nothing. Scott was dead, and he wasn't coming back.