Peter Hale's POV:
I felt it—the power. It's so intoxicating. I killed my poor niece just to get an alpha spark out of her and take it for myself. May you rest in peace, Laura. With this power, I can finally get my revenge on the Argents. All I need to do is bring them back to Beacon Hills.
I run through the woods three days after Laura's murder, trying to find someone stupid enough to wander around the woods at night. If I want to wage war against those who destroyed my family and left me broken for six years, I need to have my own pack.
Peter Hale's pack. I like the sound of that.
Hmm… I hear police cars. That means they found the other half of my poor niece's body. Laura… I killed her brutally, unfortunately.
I look down the road and there's a big truck carrying a bunch of moose. Do they want to open a zoo or what? Never mind. I'm a little hungry. A moose the size of a car will do the job.
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Truck Driver's Point of View:
It was a normal day. I was currently transporting moose to Los Angeles, and I passed this little town called Beacon Hills. Weird name, and this place gives me goosebumps. There's something wrong with this town. It's too scary.
Suddenly the moose get nervous and scream in the back, and the truck starts shaking. Damn, what's the matter? Why are these damn animals nervous? They've been quiet the whole trip.
Then I hear a running and roaring sound, and I see a big black thing slam into the right door.
"Ihhhrrr!"
I slam on the brakes and try to stop the truck. What the hell is this?!
The truck swerves off the road and enters the woods, and the last thing I see before the world goes black is the truck crashing into a tree and one of its branches going through the windshield and piercing my chest.
I vomit blood, not believing what happened. Then I look at the branch that's turned red from my blood.
Then everything goes black.
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Peter went to get a snack from the truck. He always wondered what raw meat tasted like and wanted to eat like a real wolf.
Peter went behind the truck and opened it. The moose ran like crazy. There were about ten of them, and they crushed Peter under their feet before he could react, then ran into the forest fearing the beast.
Peter, who was lying on his back, shook his head and got up. Then he looked toward the running herd and thought:
Okay, I definitely didn't expect this. I should be careful. The alpha spark gave me a huge boost in strength, but I'm not immortal. A simple fire and some luck, and I could be killed by the Argents.
Peter, who was thinking, didn't know how right he was. In another timeline, he was killed by weak teenagers and his nephew in the same way.
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I ran after the moose, and I feel great. So this is what it feels like to chase prey. Is this what wolves feel in nature? I've never done this before. I was innocent before they destroyed me and my family for no reason.
I ran toward them, then I saw something that made me stop: two teenagers, one about 16 and the other in his early teens, about 13.
I smile.
Well, well, well… if it isn't the great prey itself.
I found two members of my future pack and, at the same time, a meal of moose meat. What a lucky night.
I see them avoid the moose, then the little one urges his friend to leave. Smart kid. Not like he can run, but he is smart.
Then I see them looking for an inhaler. Looks like the big teenager has asthma. It's okay. After I'm done, he'll be much better.
I laugh when they find the other part of Laura's body. Even I forgot where she was, and they found the body before the police. I don't know if I'd call it bad luck or good luck—maybe both.
I roar, and I see them freeze and turn to me. I smell them—their scent full of fear.
"Good."
Wait… there's a strange smell.
I stand on my hind feet and smell the air to determine its source. Then I look at the younger teen, and I am shocked.
He is a werewolf, but it seems that his curse is not active yet.
This means that I will not be able to turn him into a wolf like me.
But wait… what happens if a werewolf who has not activated his curse yet is bitten by an alpha?
Technically, with traditional wolves, their bodies reject the bite and nothing happens. But he hasn't activated his curse yet. No one has ever tried this before.
Well… everything has a first time.
But I have to bite that human first to ensure that at least one of them transforms.
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I run toward the human and bite him on his stomach—but my teeth hurt.
Wait a moment… is this metal?
Okay, fuck the pack. My teeth are my prestige as an alpha, and this bastard almost caused me to pull out a whole fang.
I'll tear him in half like I did with Laura.
I lift him with my mouth and shake him left and right. I ignore his screams and was going to use my claws to tear him apart, but I felt pain in my pubic area.
No!! No!! My little brother!!
How will I please my followers and my beloveds if something happens to him?
I open my mouth and scream in pain.
The boy falls from my mouth, and the other helps him. They start running away. Their speed is slow like turtles.
I chase after them and attack the youngest. He flies into a tree and loses consciousness.
I jump on him and tear his shoulder.
Now we'll see what happens when a werewolf who hasn't activated his curse yet gets bitten by an alpha.
I throw him away and hear another boy scream.
"Alex!! Alex?!"
Is that his name? It doesn't matter.
It's time to avenge my precious fang.
I was about to finish him, but I smelled a scent that made me stop. Several scents, actually—two vampires, one toward the east and the other toward the west, and the scent of the Argents!!!
"Hahaha."
It's really an exciting night. It seems they are in a car on the main road.
I look at the boy, and he tries to lift Alex and go to the road. Well, I found my hunting trap!!
I leave them and merge with the shadows, then let out a pure roar of rage—releasing all my hatred and buried malice.
I let it all out in this roar and let the bastards know that I am coming for them.
Then I see them swallow the bait and try to escape.
I quickly run and approach the car. I hear their screams of terror.
I scratch and push the side of the car and jump on it. I push my hand inside and try to cut the throat of the damned Argent girl.
Then I feel someone push her and take the hit instead of her.
Damn… boy, what was his name again? Scooby??
Okay, Scooby, you want to play the hero role, right? We'll see what you can do.
I hear the Argent woman screaming:
"Stay away from my daughter, you motherfucker!!"
She hits me with the shotgun.
I step back, scratch the wheels, and blow them out. The car flips until the woman manages to stop it.
Wait… I know her.
She is Victoria, the current leader of the Argents.
Which means the other girl is Chris's daughter, Gerard's granddaughter, and Kate's fucking niece.
Okay… I can take advantage of this.
I look at them standing in front of the car, and Victoria comes out and tries to attack me.
I easily avoid the bullets as I jump before she shoots.
I get close to her, but then she stabs me with a knife.
Damn, it hurts.
I hit her with my palm and send her flying. I pull out the knife, but the wound won't heal.
I think the knife was dipped in wolfsbane.
I hear the girl scream.
I rip the door off its hinges and reach my hand out to kill her, but Scooby dares to hit me on the nose.
I look at him in surprise.
What gave him such courage?
Is it because she is a beautiful girl or what?
Okay, you want to play the role of a hero?
Prepare for the worst.
I grab him by his shirt and lift him up, then throw him high with force.
He flies ten meters into the air and lands in front of Victoria and her daughter, who left him and went to her mother.
Indeed… poor boy.
I hear a cracking sound and see his right leg broken and twisted from the fall.
I run toward them to kill them, but Victoria gets up, pulls out a gun, and shoots.
I get hit by several bullets.
Damn, this hurts!!
The bullets must have been dipped in wolfsbane.
I jump on her, but she slides under me and heads toward the shotgun that the girl threw earlier when she tried to hit me with it.
She picks it up, but I was right behind her.
I hit her hard on her back, and she flies toward her car.
Then I slam her head against the car, and she falls to the ground bleeding profusely.
But she still manages to load a bullet into the shotgun.
I don't want to find out what kind of bullet that is.
I run toward her quickly and disarm her.
Then I stand in front of her at my full height.
I hear her daughter screaming.
I turn to her daughter, then back to her, and smile.
She screams and says that her daughter is innocent.
Innocent?
Weren't the children of the Hale pack innocent too?
Some of them weren't even wolves, and they were burned alive because of you damned people.
There is no innocent Argent.
I will slaughter you all!!!
I run toward her daughter and raise my claw to kill her.
But that boy named Scooby—or Scotty—jumps in front of her and sacrifices himself.
Oh hell no.
What's wrong with this idiot?
You sacrifice yourself for a girl you've known for ten minutes?
He must be really stupid.
I throw him aside like trash.
Then I hear another voice.
"Hey, did you forget me, you pig?"
I turn around and see Alex holding a shotgun and pointing it at my chest.
"No!" I roar in anger, and try to stop him but then I hear him say.
"When you mess with my family, you mess with me, you motherfucker!!"
I jump toward him and try to kill him, but he already pulled the trigger.
The bullet enters my chest and throws me far away from the force of the blast.
"Aaahhhhh!!!".
I scream in pain, writhing and clutching the wound.
Damn… this is going to take weeks to heal.
If it were any other werewolf, he would be dead.
I get to my feet and prepare to tear them all apart.
How dare they?
I will enjoy killing every last one of them.
Then I hear police cars approaching, so I retreat into the forest.
And this farce ends.
Damn… I was so careless.
I should have killed them instead of holding back.
I wanted to have fun with them, and now I'm injured.
It's okay.
They are in Beacon Hills.
I will destroy them soon.
While I was running and suffering from weakness because of the bullet, a vampire suddenly appeared in front of me.
[ End The POV ].
The Vampire attacked Peter at a crazy speed. Peter flew back and crashed into a tree.
Peter got up with difficulty and then heard a disgusting cracking sound. He looked down and saw a vampire's hand inside his chest, holding his heart.
Ah… ah…
Peter coughed up blood and knelt in front of the unknown vampire, looking into his eyes.
The vampire said,
"Sorry, it's nothing personal, but you are a threat to my king's plans. You must die."
Peter's transformation into his alpha form ended, and he returned to his original form. He coughed up blood, then looked at the vampire and said:
"Your king, you say? You really are an old-fashioned vampire."
The vampire tried to pull Peter's heart out, but Peter grabbed his hand tightly, pulled him closer, and bit him hard on the neck.
"AAAHHHHH!"
The vampire screamed in pain and loosened his grip on Peter's heart.
Peter then extended his claws, his eyes glowing red, and quickly cut off the attacker's hand.
The vile vampire screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
"You didn't expect that, did you?" Peter said.
"If you had pulled my heart out directly, or crushed it while it was still in my chest, I would have been dead. But you just had to talk so much. You vampires really are a stupid race."
The vampire clenched his teeth and said:
"At least we are better than mangy dogs full of lice."
Peter laughed.
"Well, this dog has some questions for you."
"First: who are you, and who is your king?"
"Second: why do you want to kill me, and what is your plan?"
The vampire spat on the ground and said:
"I will die before I tell you."
Peter smiled.
"Okay. I tried to talk to you and give you a chance."
Peter pounced on the vampire, hit him hard, and threw him against a tree. Before he could get up, Peter sank his claws into his neck and tried to read his mind.
Peter saw a few moments of a place that looked like a laboratory, where all kinds of werewolves were kept with devices on their mouths.
But before he could see more, a figure struck him hard.
Peter flew away and quickly got back to his feet.
He saw another muscular man standing in front of him.
"Get away, you dog," the man said.
Peter replied:
"Come on, guys. You're not serious, are you? You are the ones who attacked me first and tried to kill me."
Then five other figures appeared in front of Peter out of nowhere and said in perfect unison:
"Peter Hale, your presence threatens our king's plans. Any threat that stands in the way of our great king must be eliminated."
Then they revealed their faces: prominent veins, sharp fangs, blood-red eyes with black sclera. They made a terrifying sound like the hiss of a snake.
Peter smiled.
"Well, it seems you are all old-fashioned vampires. And you really must be stupid to confront me."
"I am an evolved werewolf… and an Alpha!!!"
Peter let out a terrifying roar.
His eyes glowed red, and his face changed as thick sideburns grew on both sides of his face. Fangs protruded from his mouth, and claws extended from his hands.
Then he roared again and rushed toward them.
One vampire jumped toward Peter and tried to strike him, but Peter avoided the blow and dug his claws into the vampire's stomach. Then he lifted him up as a shield in front of another vampire who tried to rip his heart out.
The second vampire's hand pierced through his fellow vampire.
Peter then drove his other hand into another vampire rushing toward him from the right. His fist penetrated the vampire's heart.
The vampire died instantly after trying to grab Peter.
Peter then jumped back and flipped through the air before landing. In the place where he had been standing, another vampire slammed his fist into the ground instead of hitting Peter.
The vampire quickly pulled his hand out and threw stones toward Peter.
Peter quickly blocked them, but then received a punch from the right… another from the left… and a kick directly into his chest where the bullet had struck him.
Peter groaned in pain and fell to the ground.
The effect of the bullet was still weakening him.
A vampire shouted:
"He is weak!! Come on, attack him!!"
Four vampires rushed toward Peter at speeds almost impossible to see.
Peter jumped and climbed a tree quickly before they could reach him.
Then two vampires leaped toward him.
Two of them grabbed Peter's legs and pulled him down, while two others appeared above him, grabbed his chest, and slammed him toward the ground.
BOOM!!!
BOOM!!!
CRACK!!!
Peter crashed violently onto the ground with two vampires on top of him.
Peter screamed in pain, then opened his eyes angrily and bit one of their hands.
The vampire screamed and jumped away.
Peter drove his claws into the other's heart before he could react and ripped his heart out.
Peter stood up and saw three vampires remaining. One of them was holding his wrist with a pained expression.
Peter laughed.
"Do you like my venom? Actually, all I need is one bite and you will all end up dead. It's that simple."
The poisoned vampire mocked him and said:
"My death means nothing compared to my king's plans. Even if it means I die, I will not hesitate to finish you off, you dog!!"
Then they attacked again.
This time Peter struggled more and began to show signs of exhaustion from the wolfsbane and mountain ash poisoning his body.
One of them punched Peter from the right.
Then another from the left.
Then another from the right again.
Then one from below.
Finally, he received three simultaneous kicks to his chest.
Peter's world spun around as he flipped through the air and crashed heavily onto the ground.
Then things became even worse.
Ten more figures suddenly appeared from the darkness and said:
"Peter Hale, surrender now and come with us, or you will die and your corpse will come with us."
Peter slowly got to his feet despite the pain.
He looked around and saw that he was surrounded from all sides.
"So I can become your lab rat?" he said.
"No thanks."
"Kill him!!"
Peter was attacked by more than thirteen vampires.
Each one of them was over 150 years old.
Each one was roughly as strong as Damon Salvatore.
Peter killed two, severely injured another, and fought five of them without much trouble.
All of this while he was poisoned, weak, and unable to maintain his Alpha form.
When they were about to kill Peter, the vampires suddenly screamed violently and fell to the ground, clutching their heads.
Then a beautiful blonde woman appeared, wearing a nurse's uniform that highlighted her attractive figure.
Peter smiled at her.
"What took you so long?"
The woman replied:
"I saw your life paper burning. I had to perform a locating spell to find you, then a transfer spell to come here."
The woman wiped the blood from her nose. She looked tired.
"You owe me one."
"Of course, Angel. I always owe you one."
Peter grabbed the woman's waist, pulled her closer, and whispered in her ear:
"I will make it up to you later tonight, I promise."
Then he released her and walked away with a devilish smile.
The woman looked at him with a lustful expression.
"You better keep your promise."
Peter replied:
"Of course. When have I ever broken a promise?"
The woman then focused on the vampires.
Their screams grew louder in the night.
She raised her hand and chanted:
"Asmatus photous encindia!!!"
Suddenly, flames ignited on all the vampires.
They screamed in agony as the fire consumed them.
Within seconds they turned into ashes, which scattered in the cold night air.
Peter looked at the first vampire he had fought.
He was lying under a tree, holding his severed hand and drowning in his own blood.
Peter laughed and said:
"Now I will know all your plans and who your so-called king is, whether you like it or not."
The vampire laughed and spat blood onto the ground. Then he looked at Peter and said:
"We are just the beginning of what is coming to this violent and pathetic town."
"You think you're strong because you only have one witch? The joke's on you. We have dozens of witches who are stronger than her."
"You're just a pest, Peter Hale. You don't know who you're messing with."
"A powerful army will come, the likes of which you have never seen before. And when it comes, you had better run away with your tail between your legs. Because if you don't, they will hang your head on a spear as an example to anyone who opposes us."
"Long live the king."
When the vampire said these words, a symbol on the right side of his chest lit up — a symbol that looked like a crown. Then it suddenly ignited and burned violently until the vampire turned into ash.
Peter's face darkened with anger.
First, he had to take revenge on those who burned his family's house and left him broken for six years.
Now, a group of unknown vampires led by an alleged king with mysterious motives had appeared. They seemed to be experimenting on werewolves, and they had tried to kill him because they believed he threatened their interests.
And now they were threatening him with a powerful army and a war in Beacon Hills — his homeland.
If they want war… they will get war.
I will gather a powerful army and create a pack stronger than even the Alpha Pack.
Then I will destroy anyone who dares to come to Beacon Hills.
Peter turned to Angel and asked:
"Did you find the right candidates for the pack?"
Angel replied:
"Yes. I found dozens of them."
"All of them are outcasts from society. Some are criminals who spent their lives in prison and want to be part of something. Some want to be known and recognized by people. Others simply want power."
"I already told them the situation. You can create your army at any time now. Everything is ready."
"Well done, Angel."
"Now, some brat shot me in the chest with a deadly bullet. It might take me weeks to heal. So during that time we can gather our forces, train them, and prepare for our revenge and the coming war."
"As you wish, my master."
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At that moment, a vampire named David was watching everything from afar with a serious expression.
He had heard the conversation between Angel and Peter, and he was very worried.
This town has big problems.
It feels like I am in New Orleans again.
Jonathan… your son is really in trouble.
I wonder where you are now, my dear friend.
Where have you been hiding all these years?
Will we meet again… or will you die before I find you?
It's true that I did not find you… but I found your lost son.
I wish you were here to see him.
He is a brave and strong boy, just like you.
You would be proud of him.
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A little farther away from the current events, Ciri took out her phone and called her master.
(L = Lucien Cassel
C = Ciri)
L: Yes? What happened? Did the Alpha die?
C: They failed, master. They're all dead.
L: Hmm… so he's that strong?
C: No. He was injured and weak when they ambushed him, but he managed to survive until his witch arrived and killed them all, but i think maybe he will manage to kill them with extreme defeat if he was at his best.
L: Interesting. Well, never mind. Follow the trail of Malro's pack and make sure whether they are heading to Beacon Hills or not. Then contact me.
C: Okay, but there is something else you need to know.
L: What is it? Say it.
C: it is the Alpha… he is building an army of evolved werewolves.
L: Why? Is it because of us?
"If that's the case, stop him at all costs."
C: No, it is not because of us. And I cannot stop him — he has already gathered his army.
L: What is the reason then?
"He is supposed to join the Alpha Pack led by Deucalion, not build his own pack."
"All evolved werewolves follow this rule. Anyone who breaks it will be torn apart by the Demon Wolf."
C: I don't know yet, master. But he mentioned something about revenge.
L: Then find out quickly.
"And remember — never take off your necklace. It hides your scent and presence, so no vampire, werewolf, or even witch will be able to detect you."
C: Are there any other orders, master?
L: No. Just be careful, Ciri. I don't want to lose an 800-year-old vampire again.
C: Okay, master. Thank you for your concern.
L: You're welcome.
"And if an Original shows up… leave the town immediately. Is that clear?"
C: Yes, master.
L: Good.
Ciri ended the call and her expression changed to something darker.
Just wait, Lucian…
I will finish you for what you did to me and my sister.