Scott woke up, blinking against the morning light, and looked down at Allison sleeping peacefully on his chest. He smiled, running his fingers gently through her hair, then glanced around the room, which looked like a tornado had passed through. Clothes were everywhere, the bed was halfway off the fra, and a lamp lay sideways on the floor.
He shook his head with a grin and thought to himself. ’We might’ve overdone it last night.’
Then, his thoughts grew more serious. ’These peaceful mornings won’t last. If I rember correctly, what’s coming next is the Deadpool assassination list. Should I stop it before it even starts? Maybe destroy Lydia’s grandmother’s computer...’
But after a mont of silence, Scott smirked. ’Nah. Where’s the fun in that? I hated how Scott handled the hunters in the Teen Wolf show, especially during that fight right before the Deadpool was stopped. He was tearing the hunters apart, and for the first ti in the show, I saw the real True Alpha Scott. He was tapping more into his wolf side... but then he stopped, took the hunter’s phone, showed him that the Deadpool was terminated, and just let him and the other hunters go. Ugh. That was disgusting.’
His smile turned darker. ’This ti, I’ll show those hunters what happens when you provoke sothing you shouldn’t. I’m not soone who enjoys killing... but they’re coming here to kill and my pack for money. That makes them fair ga. I will show them no rcy. None of them will leave my territory alive. And maybe I’ll collect that bounty money from that banshee chick... what was her na again? redith. Right. That Deadpool had over a hundred million dollars on it. Technically it belongs to Peter, but if he starts whining about it, maybe I’ll just let him into the pack. He’s definitely not getting the money back, though.’
As his thoughts drifted darker, a sleepy voice interrupted them.
"What are you thinking about with that evil smirk on your face this early in the morning?" Allison murmured, opening one eye.
Scott leaned down and kissed her. "Nothing important. Just... thinking about last night. Furry Allison was wild. That was fun."
Allison giggled and stretched. "It was fun indeed."
She sat up and looked around the room. "Okay... maybe we got a little too wild."
Scott wrapped his arms around her waist from behind. "How about we have a little more fun now?"
Allison rolled her eyes. "Didn’t get enough last night?"
He smirked. "Can you bla ?"
"We don’t have ti." She said, standing up and brushing her hair behind her ear. "We need to clean up this ss and take a shower before school."
Scott flopped back onto the bed with a dramatic groan. "Or... hear out... we skip school and stay in bed all day."
Allison gave him a playful glare. "Nope. We’re not skipping. Now get up and help clean."
---
After Scott and Allison took a quick shower, they headed to the pack house. They found Boyd already in the kitchen, cooking breakfast. They joined in to help, and soon Malia, Stiles, and Cora walked in, drawn by the sll of food.
As everyone sat around the kitchen table eating, Scott glanced over at Stiles. "So, how are things going between your dad and Agisa?"
Stiles shrugged. "Pretty great, actually. She moved in with him, and he’s helping her beco a park ranger. They’ve been buried in paperwork lately."
Scott nodded. "And how do you feel about them being together?"
Stiles leaned back in his chair, a small smile on his face. "I’m the one who encouraged him to go for it, so yeah, I’m happy. After Mom died, he went through a rough ti, drinking, blaming himself, all that guilt... It’s good to see him happy again. Agisa’s a good woman, and she takes care of him."
Allison asked. "Do you think they’ll get married?"
Stiles shrugged again. "Probably."
Then he turned to Scott and grinned. "By the way, last night’s fight was aweso. We should definitely do that more often."
Boyd nodded in agreent. "Yeah. We should fight more."
Scott shook his head. "Not for . It wasn’t that fun."
"What?" Stiles frowned. "You seriously didn’t enjoy our fight?"
Scott chuckled. "It was fun beating you two idiots, sure. But I wanted to go all out, and fight in my full werewolf form..."
He looked at them both with a disappointed expression and sighed as he took another bite of food.
Stiles narrowed his eyes. "Hey. What’s with that look?"
Scott replied flatly. "You two scumbags are too weak. If I fought you in my full werewolf form, I’d have broken every bone in your bodies."
Then he sighed again. "Being too handso and too strong... it’s a lonely life."
Stiles and Boyd exchanged a look of pure frustration as Scott leaned back in his chair, pretending to look cool.
Without a word, they stood up and walked toward him.
Scott looked up. "What? What are you guys planning?"
Boyd smirked. "Beating your arrogant ass, obviously."
Scott grinned. "Ah, so you’re jealous of my handsoness now?"
Stiles snapped. "Stop talking and let’s just beat him!"
The two of them yanked Scott from his chair, threw him to the kitchen floor, and started kicking him. Scott just curled up, laughing uncontrollably, until he caught their legs, charged them with a burst of thunder, and shocked them both.
Stiles yelped as his hair spiked up like a hedgehog. Everyone burst out laughing.
After the chaos, they finished breakfast, cleaned the dishes, and headed to school.
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Just before lunch, Coach Finstock called Scott and Stiles into his office.
Scott knocked and stepped inside. "What’s up, Coach?"
Coach looked up from his desk. "I’ve got a bunch of freshn trying out for the team this afternoon. I want you two idiots to call Lahey, Boyd, and Steiner and help pick so decent players."
Stiles groaned. "But Coach, that’s your job."
Coach shot him a glare. "Shut up, Stilinski. I already let you clowns skip practice. Now you’re going to help , or believe it or not, I’ll make you co to every practice again. All of you."
Stiles squinted. "Then how about I just quit the team?"
Coach smiled darkly. "Then how about I call the Sheriff and tell him every stupid thing you do at school?"
Stiles groaned. "Damn, you’re evil! Fine, but this is the last ti you blackmail . Next ti you want sothing, I’m charging you benefits."
Coach turned to Scott. "What about you, McCall? You in? You are the captain, after all."
Scott shrugged. "I don’t have anything better to do. I’ll be there."
Coach nodded. "Good. Now get out of my office. What? You waiting for to serve you lunch?"
Stiles grinned. "Oh, there’s lunch? Don’t mind if I do..."
He reached toward the lunchbox on Coach’s desk, but Coach snatched it back and glared.
"McCall, take your dumb friend and leave my office."
Scott laughed. "Co on, Stiles. Let’s go."
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Afternoon at the Lacrosse Field
Scott, Stiles, Boyd, Isaac, and Aiden were out on the field helping Coach Finstock run tryouts for the freshn hoping to join the lacrosse team.
Scott’s eyes settled on one of the freshn and he thought to himself. ’That’s Liam. Should I add him to the pack?’
He frowned slightly. ’I don’t really feel like babysitting. Forget it. Let’s wait and see what happens. If he’s ant to be in the pack, it’ll happen on its own.’
Then, his gaze shifted to a blonde guy holding a lacrosse stick, standing next to a brunette girl. Scott smirked. ’That’s Garrett and Violet. So they’re here... that ans the Deadpool has already started.’
Garrett noticed Scott watching them. Violet, smiling confidently, gave Scott a small nod.
Garrett imdiately panicked and grabbed her arm, dragging her away from the field. Once they were far enough that he felt safe, he hissed under his breath.
"Don’t provoke him. Don’t even look at him again. You know Deucalion and his Alpha Pack went after McCall... but besides Aiden Steiner, no one’s seen the others since. I think they’re dead. So stay away from McCall. We’re here for easy money, not him or his pack."
Violet rolled her eyes. "You overthink things. Look at how Aiden is talking and smiling with them. There’s no way they killed his brother and Deucalion. And co on, Scott’s worth 30 million. I think we can take him."
Garrett scowled. "No. We can’t. Thirty million is tempting, sure, but we have to survive to enjoy it. I’m serious, Violet. We stick to the easy targets. No ssing with McCall or his pack."
"Fine. You’re no fun." Violet muttered. "Besides, he doesn’t know we’re assassins. No need to panic."
"There’s no harm in being cautious." Garrett said. "Even if he doesn’t know who we are, we stay as far from him as possible. Now co on. Let’s get back to the field. I need to get on the lacrosse team."
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After tryouts ended, Scott and his pack were getting ready to leave the school grounds when a familiar voice echoed inside Scott’s head.
[Scott, I need your help with sothing.] It was Noah.
Scott answered telepathically. [Okay. Should I co to you?]
[No.] Noah replied. [Let’s et at the ranch.]
[Alright.] Scott responded.
After he ended his conversation with Noah, Scott turned to the others. "Guys, let’s head back to the ranch. Looks like our supernatural vacation is over."
Allison raised an eyebrow. "What happened?"
"Uncle Noah just contacted ." Scott said. "He said he needs our help and wants to et at the ranch."
To be continued...
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