【 𝗦𝗘𝗟𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗛 】ᴛᴇᴇɴ ᴡᴏʟꜰ

𝐚𝐡, 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭!

"The what of who?" Lydia asked as she, Hope, and Allison were sitting together and having lunch the next day after the 'incident'. Gratefully, Stilinski did not push the matter of the car accident as his focus was turned toward the dead mountain lion, in the school's parking lot. But she was interrogated by Stiles this morning about her leg. She just waved it off saying it was alright and he must have misheard it.

"The Beast of Gévaudan," Allison said as Hope looked at her with furrowed brows. "Listen. 'A quadruped wolf-like monster, prowling the Auvergne and south Dordogne areas of France during the years 1764 to 1766.'"

"1767" Hope cut Allison off as both the girls looked at her confused. "I might have read about it."

"'La Bête killed over a hundred people, becoming so infamous that King Louis XV sent one of his best hunters to try and kill it.'" Allison continued.

"Boring." Lydia cut in.

"'Even the Church eventually declared the monster a messenger of Satan.'" Allison said as Hope scoffed under her breath while Lydia pursed her lips.

"Still boring." She said as she ate her food.

"'Cryptozoologists believe it may have been a subspecies of a hoofed predator, possibly a mesonychid.'" Allison.

"Slipping-into-a-coma bored." Lydia.

"'While others believe it was a powerful sorcerer who could shapeshift into a man-eating monster.'" Allison continued to read, ignoring all of Lydia's comments.

"Does any of this have anything to do with your family?" Lydia asked and Allison nodded.

"This. 'It is believed that La Bête was finally trapped and killed by a renowned hunter who claimed his wife and four children were the first to fall prey to the creature. His name was Argent.'" Allison said making Hope suck in a deep breath.

"Your ancestors killed a big wolf. So what?" Lydia asked, clearly unimpressed.

"Not just a big wolf. Look at this picture. What's it look like to you?" Allison asked, flipping the page in the book, turning it to reveal a drawing of the 'Beast' standing engulfed in mist, a huge monster peering out of the darkness with red eyes, sharp claws and dark colored fur. Bodies of women and children laid at its feet. Lydia stared at the drawing while Hope just glanced back at Allison confused at the fact that she was learning about her family history. It seemed to her that Argent wasn't planning on having his daughter in on all of this any time soon. Hope glanced over at Lydia to see her staring at the picture as if she was hypnotized by it.

"Lydia?" Allison asked as the strawberry blonde girl blinked before looking up at her with her usual expression of disdain.

"It looks...like a big...wolf. See you in History!" She got up, leaving Allison and Hope at the lunch table.

"What just happened?" Allison asked, looking at the spot Lydia was just sitting in.

"I don't know, maybe she got scared of the big, bad werewolf." Hope replied sarcastically trying to dissolve the topic of the book.

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Hope pulled up in the school parking lot in her car after she received a call from Derek to meet him there. She got out of her car and noticed Scott and Stiles there too.

"Why did you call me here?" Hope asked as she turned to face Derek.

"What is she doing here?" Scott asked with furrowed brows.

"I need her," Derek replied as Scott just nodded and started walking towards the school. "Wait. Hey. What are you doing?"

"You said I was linked with the Alpha. I'm gonna see if you're right." Scott replied before walking into the school with Stiles behind him.

After a few minutes of explaining the situation, Hope looked at Derek weirdly. "You thought that Deaton, Scott's boss, was the Alpha?" Hope asked Derek who just nodded. Hope was about to say something when the sound of a cat being choked to death was heard from the speakers as Hope squinted her eyes shut. "You've got to be kidding me." A minute later another howl was heard, this one was a loud howl, one the whole of Beacon Hills must have heard.

"I'm gonna kill both of you," Derek yelled at the two teenagers standing in front of him. "What the hell was that? What are you trying to do, attract the entire state to the school?"

"Sorry. I didn't know it would be that loud." Scott exclaimed happily, looking back and forth between Stiles and Derek.

"Yeah, it was loud. And it was awesome." Stiles said the last word in a high-pitched voice.

"Shut up," Derek commented as Scott's gaze landed on Derek's backseat.

"Don't be such a sour wolf," Stiles added as Scott patted his shoulder.

"What'd you do with him?" Scott asked with furrowed brows as Derek and Hope turned to look at his empty backseat.

"What?" Derek and Hope exclaimed in unison. "I didn't do anything," Derek replied as both of them turned back to face Scott. The next thing they saw was two clawed hands embedded in the backs of Derek and Hope as blood spurted out of their mouths. The alpha threw them far away from the teenagers as their unmoving bodies fell 20 feet behind them.

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Oh, My God! Hope was attacked! What's gonna happen now? Is she dead? Of course not. What's gonna happen when she turns up at school? Holy hell!! She's in trouble! BIG TIME!!!!

~This is fiction-simp signing off.