The human monster of teen wolf

Kai pov

I woke up early, my mind replaying everything that happened yesterday. Scott's training session had gone as planned, but something kept nagging at me. I realized I'd been too overconfident about my abilities. Handling Scott had been easy, but only because he didn't fully understand or control his powers yet. If he had, things might have gone very differently.

I couldn't let that overconfidence be my downfall. This world wasn't just unpredictable—it was dangerous. I needed to be prepared.

With that in mind, I decided to invest in some better gear and protection. I grabbed my laptop, settled into my chair, and started browsing online. My goal was to find light armor—something durable but flexible enough to move freely in. As I scrolled through the options, a weapon caught my eye: a three-section staff.

It was sleek, connected by three sturdy rings between the joints. It reminded me of something playful yet deadly, almost look like playful Cloud from the anime. The design was both practical and fascinating. I could already imagine the possibilities of using it—not just as a weapon but as a versatile tool in combat.

Without hesitation, I added it to my cart. Along with the staff, I picked up a few other essentials: reinforced gloves, a lightweight chest guard, and a couple of throwing knives to replace the ones I'd used.

As I finalized my order, a sense of determination settled over me. I wasn't just preparing for Scott or the Alpha—I was preparing for anything this world could throw at me. If I was going to survive and help Scott navigate his new reality, I needed to be ready for war.

After getting ready for school, the day went by as usual—until I noticed Scott and Stiles crouched behind a corner, clearly up to something. Curious, I moved closer and saw that Scott was eavesdropping on Sheriff Stilinski, who was speaking with some officers.

Scott leaned in toward Stiles and whispered, "They're talking about a curfew."

"Unbelievable," Stiles muttered, clearly annoyed. "My dad's out looking for a rabid animal while the jerkoff who actually killed that girl is just hanging out, doing whatever he wants."

"Derek didn't kill that girl," I said from behind them.

They both jumped, startled. Okay, this was starting to get fun.

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked, narrowing his eyes.

"The alpha did," I replied simply.

"The alpha that bit Scott?" Stiles clarified.

"Yes," I said, keeping my tone serious. "It's been quiet for a while, but I know it's still in town."

"Why do you think that?" Scott asked, genuinely confused.

"Because alphas don't just bite someone and run off," I explained. "They stick around—they have a plan."

Scott looked worried. "So… what do we do?"

"We go to Derek. He's been keeping an eye on you for a reason, Scott. I'm pretty sure he's been sticking around to find the alpha," I said firmly.

"What? I don't know where the alpha is," Scott said, even more confused.

"Not yet," I replied. "But you will. You're part of its pack now, like it or not."

"I really don't like this," Stiles muttered, his usual sarcasm mixed with genuine worry.

"We don't have a choice," Scott said with resignation.

After school, we piled into my car and drove to the Hale house. The place still looked as eerie and abandoned as ever. As we pulled up, I noticed Derek standing outside, his eyes already locked on my car. I guess he'd heard us coming.

"Hey, Derek, we need to talk," I said as I stepped out of my car, Scott and Stiles trailing nervously behind me.

Derek's piercing gaze shifted between the three of us before settling on me. "Yes, we do. First, I want to know: who are you, and are you really human?" His tone was sharp, more of a demand than a question.

"I'm human," I replied calmly, keeping my voice steady. "But… different."

Derek's eyes narrowed as he tilted his head slightly, studying me with an intensity that felt like he was peeling back layers. I realized he was listening—no, sensing—for any sign of deception. Werewolves could detect lies, especially through heartbeat changes.

I made sure to steady my breathing and keep my heartbeat as calm as possible. I couldn't afford to slip up now.

Derek didn't look convinced but didn't press further. Instead, he shifted his focus to Scott. "What do you want?"

Scott hesitated, glancing nervously at Stiles and me before speaking. "We… we need your help. The alpha—"

Derek cut him off. "You don't even know what you're asking for."

"We know enough," I interjected, stepping forward. "The alpha's not just targeting random people. It's here for a reason. And Scott is part of that reason."

Derek's gaze snapped back to me, his eyes flashing briefly with suspicion—or maybe curiosity. "And how do you know so much about this?"

I shrugged, keeping my tone casual. "Let's just say I've been paying attention. You've been following Scott, haven't you? That means you know as much as we do—or more. So, are you going to help us or not?"

There was a long pause. Derek's jaw tightened, but he finally said, "If you're here for answers, you're not going to like them."

"Probably," I said, holding Derek's gaze. "But we still need answers. First, the girl—why did the alpha kill her?" I asked, even though I already knew the answer.

Derek's expression darkened, and his voice was low and filled with restrained anger. "Because she was an alpha."

"What?!" Scott and Stiles exclaimed in unison, their shock palpable.

Derek's gaze flicked between them before he clarified. "When a werewolf kills an alpha, they take their place—they become the alpha."

"She was a werewolf?" Stiles asked, his voice quieter now.

"Yes," Derek said, his tone heavy with emotion. "And my sister."

The weight of his words hung in the air, and for a moment, no one spoke.

"Sorry for your loss," I said sincerely, breaking the silence.

Derek gave a slight nod, accepting the sentiment, but his focus remained unyielding.

"But," I continued, stepping forward, "I'm guessing you want Scott to lead you to the alpha. So you can take revenge... and become the alpha yourself."

The accusation lingered, and Derek's jaw tightened. He didn't deny it, but his eyes burned with an intensity that could have been either anger or acknowledgment.

Scott and Stiles exchanged uneasy glances, the tension in the air thick enough to cut with a knife

"Let's make a deal," I said, locking eyes with Derek. "We help you find the alpha, you kill it, and once you become the alpha, you don't go around biting random people. They have to choose to become a werewolf."

"What?!" Scott exclaimed, his voice rising in protest.

I turned to him, keeping my tone calm. "Scott, an alpha needs a pack. A pack gets stronger with every member. It's survival."

"That's all the more reason we shouldn't let him do that!" Scott argued, his frustration evident.

"Scott, you're still new to this world," I said evenly. "Werewolves need a pack to survive. It's not just about power—it's about protection and strength in numbers."

"Protection from what? Hunters?" Stiles interjected, his brow furrowing in curiosity.

"From hunters, yes," I replied. "But also from other werewolf packs—and other supernatural creatures."

"Wait, other supernatural creatures?" Stiles asked, leaning forward, his curiosity piqued.

I nodded. "Yes. I only know a few for sure—werecoyotes, kitsunes, werejaguars... and I think wendigos, though I'm 50/50 on that one."

"Wendigos? Like the flesh-eating monsters from horror stories?" Stiles asked, his voice tinged with both fascination and horror.

"Yeah, pretty much," I confirmed. "But the point is, it's not just hunters you need to worry about. This world is dangerous, and a pack isn't just a luxury—it's a necessity."

Scott looked conflicted, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. "So what? I'm just supposed to accept this? That this is my life now?"

"Not just accept it," I said. "Learn to navigate it. You've already started to—learning to control yourself, finding your anchor. But this is just the beginning. The sooner you understand that, the better."

Derek stayed silent, watching the exchange with a calculating expression. He didn't disagree, but he also didn't look entirely convinced.

"Fine," Scott finally said, his voice quieter. "But if I'm doing this, it's to stop the alpha—not to build some kind of pack war."

"We're on the same page then," I said, offering him a small nod.

The tension in the air eased slightly, though it was clear the conversation wasn't over.

"So, do we have a deal?" I asked, holding Derek's gaze.

He stared at me for a moment, as if weighing his options, then finally said, "Yes, we do."

"Good. One more thing—Scott stays out of your pack. Don't try to force him to join you."

Derek raised an eyebrow. "Why? You just said we're stronger together and that a werewolf needs a pack."

"I did," I replied evenly. "But your ideals are different. You're okay with killing, and Scott isn't. Besides, he already has a pack."

Scott looked at me, confused. "I do?"

"Yes, you do. It's small, but it's a pack," I said, glancing at him. "Your mom, Stiles, allison, Sheriff Stilinski... and I'm hoping me too, though we don't know each other that well yet. I'm still not sure if we're even friends."

"We are," Scott said without hesitation, his voice firm.

I smiled briefly, then turned my attention back to Derek.

Derek's expression shifted slightly, and he gave a reluctant nod. "Fine. When I become the alpha, I won't force him to join me."

"Good," I said with finality. "We'll come to you when we have something on the alpha."

With that, we turned and left, the unspoken tension lingering in the air like a storm waiting to break