Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

The Sword and the Spirit Part 3

Scott spun the snake clockwise until the wall started to rumble lowly. When the snake couldn't turn any further, it clicked and a mechanical whirring filled the room. It faded and I frowned. Nothing had changed except for the position of the snake head.

I started to think it was a gimmick until Liam pointed to a door that had opened on our right. It hadn't been a door before, which is why the sight surprised me so much. Scott, with determination, slid the door the rest of the way open while I held my arm out in front of Liam in case something was to come out swinging.

As soon as the door opened, we walked in, and a gun cocking stopped us in our tracks. I was about to fight, but I saw the man standing behind the gun was Argent. I felt relief upon seeing him, but also I weirdly missed him. He'd been gone for so long that I almost forgot about him.

He lowered his gun when he realized it was us, packing it back into the lining of his pants. I realized I'd been clutching Liam's wrist, and I let go of him, knowing it probably hurt a bit.

A familiar, and completely unwelcome, scent filled my nose, and I felt the sudden urge to go on a punching spree.

"You didn't," I growled.

"I had to," Argent replied sincerely. From behind the wall, Gerard Argent stepped into view. He was as old as he was before, but he was looking much better. I wasn't quite sure how he'd healed from the Ash poisoning, but I didn't care. He was wearing all black and had a gun in his thigh holster.

Now it was Scott holding my wrist as I growled lowly at the sight of him. My blood boiled.

"Hello, Y/N and Scott," Gerard smirked. My eyes flashed the vibrant blueish grey they'd become, and I was pretty sure Scott's turned red. Liam's eyes were on us, clearly confused about the situation, and Gerard's smirked turned into a curious frown. "Oh. Those are new colors on you." His eyes found mine like he understood something that I didn't. "It suits you."

"Who's the old guy?" Liam finally asked. I felt in enough control to pull my wrist from Scott's hold.

Gerard chuckled lightly. "At the moment, uh, they would call me a necessary evil." He and Argent shared a look. "But you can call me Gerard."

Since Liam noticed our reactions, he didn't bothering giving Gerard anything but a glare. "What were you thinking?" Scott asked Argent.

"That we need him," he answered seriously.

"He's right," Gerard bragged. "If you want to catch a werewolf like the Beast of Gevaudan, you're going to need more than one Argent."

As if answering my unspoken question, Argent walked towards us, his voice lowering. "He knows all the stories. All the folklore. Everything written and everything passed down."

Scott walked forward, and I was surprised to see Argent lean back a little like he was intimidated. "Are you sure about this?"

Argent looked back at me, the girl who now had her anger towards Gerard under control (Liam really helped with anger control, ironically.), and jerked his head back. "Come take a look." Scott looked back at me, as if asking if we were really going to follow him, and I shrugged.

We decided we should, so we walked into the adjoining room. It was just as large and dusty as the first. But on the tile wall, there was a large hole beaten into it. Behind that hole was another wall, but it was made of concrete.

On the concrete, there was a painted picture of two black creatures. The one on the left had fire and fangs, and the one on the right had claws and fangs. Both were large and scary-looking, and they were fighting each other. I wasn't sure how this picture related to what was going on, but it wasn't comforting.

"The one on the right is the Beast of Gevaudan," Argent explained. "Do you know what the other one is?" Scott shook his head after giving it a good hard stare.

"The Hellhound," Gerard answered. "The guardian of supernatural places. They're both creatures of the night, but you may know of them as ordinary people during the day."

"And most likely neither of them know what they are," Argent added. Scott looked over to me and Liam, and after a quick mind-reading consensus, both Liam and I shook our heads. "What is it?"

"We found a message in Latin," Scott said. Well, cat's out of the bag now. No doesn't mean no anymore.

"Damnatio Memoriae," I said. Argent's eyes went wide, and he looked at Gerard. Gerard thought about it for a second before he understood exactly what was going on.

"They want it to remember itself," Gerard said. Because a Hellhound and a Beast wasn't scary enough.

"That might give us time," Argent thought.

Liam shifted uncomfortably. "Time for what?"

"To prevent this." Argent took the few steps left to get to the painting. He put his hands on the wall, then he started to kick the tile with the tip of his black steel-toed boot. I frowned, watching as the pieces of tile joined the growing pile under Argent's feet.

What he revealed made my heart race. There was a mountain of dead, mangled bodies beneath the Beast's and the Hellhound's feet. The red paint splashed over the bodies was a stark contrast to the black of the painting, and it sent an ominous gloom over the room.

"Who are they?" Liam asked fearfully.

"Us," Scott breathed, his eyes scanning over the horrified faces in the painting. "It's all of us."

Suddenly, something clicked in my brain, and it made complete sense. I was surprised I hadn't figured it out before. "I think I might know who the Hellhound is." All eyes turned to me, some shocked, others curious. "Think about it," I said to Scott. "Fire. The Hellhound is Parrish.

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Argent and Gerard went to talk to Parrish, get him to figure out what he was before the Beast did, but we didn't go with him. Scott got a call from Malia saying that she found Deaton bound and gagged. He was safe now at the clinic, so the three of us made our way to see him.

When we walked in, Malia was leaning against the metal table, her hand over her stomach. She looked as thought she has been through something traumatizing, and she reeked of Theo. Braeden was with her, but she didn't look hurt. Just tired.

Malia smiled just barely at Scott, then her eyes landed on me. I smiled at her to let her know that I was glad she was okay, but her face dropped into an uncaring glare, and she looked away from me. It was like she had promised me that she would ignore my existence for the rest of time, and I felt my chest squeeze with a painful guilt. I didn't want things to be like this between us, but I wasn't sure how to fix it. Now wasn't the time to try though.

I looked at Deaton, who was standing by the counter and pulling out a clean gauze patch. He looked up at Scott and I, giving us reassurance that he was fine. Scott smiled with relief, and I sighed. I felt bad for not knowing that Deaton was in trouble, but he was supposed to be out of the country, not tied to someone's chair.

With a fondness I found adorable, Scott and Deaton hugged tightly. Aside from some hostility between Malia and I that I was confident I could fix, it seemed everything was returning to normal.

We started on a plan right away to get Lydia free, meeting at our dining room table. Stiles was scared that they were going to perform deadly tests on her, and we had to get her out of there. I stood next to Stiles, and Malia stood on the opposite end of the table, refusing to speak to either of us. She was warmer towards Stiles; that much was obvious because she would at least look at him. But there was a chill towards me.

Kira and Scott stood together, and Liam was between Scott and me. The only one missing was Lydia, but I would take what I could get if I couldn't get perfection. Our pack was complete, for the most part. But I was aiming for perfection.