"Alright, is everyone here?"
Deaton asked to make sure the newly formed pack was complete.
"Yes, Deaton, we're all here," Scott replied.
Deaton looked around carefully. Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Elena Gilbert, Scott McCall, and his friend David Wilson stood around a table covered with a large map and many tools.
Deaton exhaled, then said slowly, "Alright, we're all here for one reason: to find Alexander Gilbert, Elena's younger brother. Our reasons for wanting to find and save him may differ, but we all want the same result. And I won't lie to any of you—Alex is a Lycan, an ancient and extremely dangerous being. Most supernatural creatures fear him and don't dare face him. Chasing him and trying to capture him is practically suicide."
A shiver ran through Deaton's body when he said the word suicide, but he swallowed and didn't speak further.
Deaton paused, then looked around carefully and continued, "So if anyone wants to reconsider their decision or withdraw, now is the right time."
Everyone looked at one another, then said, "None of us wants to withdraw."
Stiles clenched his fist and thought, Withdraw? How could I do that when I'm the reason Alex got involved in all this mess in the first place?
Scott looked at Deaton with determination and resolve, not even blinking. Wait for me, Alex. I'm coming to save you, Scott thought as his resolve reignited inside him.
Elena clenched her fists so hard her knuckles turned white. The entire situation overwhelmed her, and her mind was still trying to process it all, but she would rather die than abandon her brother.
Just wait a little longer, Alex. Our family will be together again, Elena thought sadly.
Derek looked around and carefully observed the three teenagers. If even half the stories and legends his mother had told him about Lycans were true, then they were heading straight into madness itself. Still, he was extremely curious about Alex and also wanted to see a Lycan up close—they were, after all, legends among werewolves. Besides, he had made a deal with Scott to help him as long as Scott helped him find the Alpha who killed his sister.
Idiots!! All of them are idiots!! All this for a child?!
But fine—if they capture him, that's good for my masters, and if they die trying, that's good too, because their deaths will free me from this suicidal mission.
The shapeshifter, wearing David's face and deceiving Scott and the others, thought maliciously.
Deaton nodded in agreement and said, "Alright, before I explain my plan, you need to know what a Lycan actually is and what the difference is between them and ordinary werewolves."
"Lycans are a higher species than werewolves. You could say they are a more evolved or upgraded version of werewolves as a whole. They are much faster and stronger, and their venom is far deadlier to vampires…"
"Wait a second," Stiles interrupted Deaton. "You said their venom is deadlier to vampires—what does that mean?"
Deaton looked at Stiles and replied, "A werewolf's bite is fatal to vampires, Stiles. A single bite from any ordinary werewolf will kill a vampire within twenty-four hours. But a Lycan's bite? It will kill a vampire in just two hours—maybe even less, depending on the size and location of the bite."
Everyone fell silent in shock. Even Derek was surprised by this information. Of course, he knew that a werewolf's bite was fatal to vampires, but the idea that a vampire could die from a werewolf bite in just two hours seemed unrealistic—even to him. This made him wonder what else Lycans were capable of.
Deaton continued in a serious tone, "The strength of a Lycan is beyond your imagination. They can tear through anything with their steel-like claws. They can destroy villages and cities in the blink of an eye. They are like a moving natural disaster. And the only one here who has seen a glimpse of their power is David."
Everyone fell silent in horror, wondering how they could possibly capture Alex and stay alive at the same time if he had become this powerful.
Scott looked at David curiously and asked, "Have you faced a Lycan before, David?"
David looked at Scott and answered, "Yes, I have. And I survived only by sheer luck—but not without a price."
David slowly lifted his shirt, revealing a long, wide scar shaped like claw marks across his abdomen.
Elena gasped in fear. Stiles and Scott stared at the sight in awe, and even Derek looked at the wound with curiosity and a hint of dread.
"A scar? But how is that possible? Vampires don't get scars," Derek said in confusion.
"Oh, right. But when facing a Lycan, our immortality becomes a joke. To this day, I live without a liver, a stomach, a kidney, and intestines—even though my body was supposed to regenerate the damaged organs," David said sarcastically.
"Wait, wait, wait—stop!! I don't understand anything!! What is this supposed to mean?! Why don't vampires get scars? And how the hell are you living without internal organs?! Are you telling me your stomach is empty of intestines, liver, and kidneys?! How is that even possible?! And did you just say immortality?! What is going on here?! Can you please speak clearly, because some of us only learned about the supernatural last night!!"
Stiles shouted loudly at the end of his rant; all this mystery was truly confusing him.
Deaton looked at Stiles calmly—he had expected this reaction—then said, "What they mean, Stiles, is that vampires are immortal creatures. They don't have a concept of injury. If someone were to rip out a vampire's eyes, they would simply regenerate. They can only be killed by driving a wooden stake through their heart or by werewolf venom."
Scott, Stiles, and Elena fell silent in terror and looked at David as if he were an alien creature.
"They can also die if their hearts are ripped out or their heads are cut off," Derek added.
The three stared at Derek in shock, unsure of what to say.
David smiled mockingly and said, "You'd be shocked by how many immortal creatures live among you—and one of them is your friend."
The three snapped out of their shock immediately. Elena asked quickly, "What do you mean? Are you saying that Alex…?"
"Yes, Elena. Alex is an immortal being. Death and time have no authority over him," Deaton continued in a calm, professional tone.
"What?!" Scott, Stiles, and Elena shouted in extreme shock.
"But how is that possible?! You said Lycans are a higher type of werewolves, and last time I checked, werewolves aren't immortal," Derek said, shocked for the first time since the meeting began.
"Yes, it's true that werewolves aren't immortal, but Lycans are different. They are immortal wolves—harvesters of death and destruction, a living nightmare for any creature that dares face them,"
David said in a voice filled with hatred and resentment.
"When did you face a Lycan, and how many Lycans are there in the world besides Alex?" Stiles asked curiously.
David closed his eyes and didn't answer.
Stiles was puzzled and said, "What's wrong? Why aren't you answering?"
"He's not answering because he faced a Lycan more than 500 years ago, during the Great War," Deaton answered on David's behalf.
"More than 500 years ago?!" Scott, Elena, and Stiles shouted for the fifth time since this conversation started.
"David, how old are you exactly?" Stiles asked with trembling lips.
David looked at Stiles and said, "I'm over 600 years old."
"Six hundred… years," Scott whispered in disbelief. Derek, however, looked at David with increasing caution—but also with fierce combat desire, as facing an opponent with David's strength and experience was an extremely rare opportunity.
"You mentioned the Great War. What does that mean?" Elena asked.
"The Great War was the largest war the supernatural world has ever seen. It happened between vampires and werewolves and was also known as the Two-Hundred-Year War,"
Derek answered this time, looking at David with renewed respect.
"A war between supernatural races… that's awesome!!" Stiles shouted excitedly, then asked, "So when did this war happen?! Why?! Who were the dominant forces in it?! How long did it last?! You said it was called the Two-Hundred-Year War—does that mean it lasted two centuries?! And who won in the end?!"
"Calm down, Stiles. We're not here to discuss history," Deaton said calmly.
"Oh, come on!! You can't say things like that and then stay silent and act mysterious!!" Stiles shouted in frustration, but he stopped and didn't bring up the war again.
"Wait a minute—if a Lycan's bite is fatal to vampires, doesn't that mean David would be in mortal danger if we go after Alex?" Scott asked worriedly as he looked at David.
Everyone looked at David without speaking.
David looked at Scott and said, "Don't worry, Scott. I won't get bitten by Alex, because I know how to avoid it."
"And how's that?" Stiles asked eagerly; the more he learned about the supernatural world, the more curious he became.
"By using Khēmri," Deaton answered on David's behalf.
"Using what?" Elena asked in confusion.
"Khēmri is a unique, rare ability possessed by some vampires," Derek said darkly while eyeing David cautiously. "But I thought Khēmri was just a myth vampires created to scare others."
"No, Derek. Khēmri is very real, and hundreds of vampires around the world can use it. But these abilities are extremely rare, and it's difficult to encounter a vampire who can awaken or use them," Deaton replied patiently.
"So that's it… interesting," Derek said slowly, still watching David warily as David's threat level rose several notches in his mind.
"Do you mean by Khēmri those blood threads you used to stab me in the chest?" Scott asked David while holding his right chest.
"He did what?!" Stiles shouted in shock and anger.
"It's okay, Stiles. He only did it to protect me," Scott reassured his friend quickly.
Stiles glared at David without speaking.
David snorted at Stiles's look and said, "Why are you staring at me like that, Stiles? Do you want me to eat you for lunch?"
Black veins appeared under David's eyes. The whites of his eyes turned red, his irises became black, and sharp white fangs emerged from his mouth as he finished speaking.
David looked at Stiles with a wide, terrifying smile and said, "I wonder what your blood type is, Stiles. Maybe, by coincidence, it's my favorite."
Stiles's body trembled violently with fear as he stepped back. Scott frowned, stepped forward, and stood protectively in front of Stiles.
"That's enough, David," Scott said.
David smirked mockingly, and his features returned to normal.
Elena watched the scene in shock and deep fear, saying nothing.
"Now that David is done being an idiot, let me continue my explanation," Deaton said professionally. David snorted angrily at his words.
"Now, to capture Alex and return him to how he was, we need two main components. First, capturing him and keeping him unconscious. Second, transporting him here and placing him in the prison I built for him."
"Okay, how do we do either of those things?" Scott asked quickly.
"Bringing him here and imprisoning him is the easy part. Tracking him down and capturing him is the hard part," Deaton replied.
"Well, since we brought one of his personal belongings, you can perform a tracking spell, right? That means finding him is solved, and all that remains is capturing him," Stiles said thoughtfully.
"How do you plan to capture Alex without hurting him, Deaton?" Elena asked anxiously.
Deaton looked at her and said, "By breaking his neck, then casting a sleeping spell on him."
"What?!" Scott and Elena shouted loudly, while Stiles clutched his ears in pain from the screaming.
"No, no, no!!! I won't let you do that!!" Elena screamed hysterically and angrily.
"Deaton, what are you talking about?! You can't break my cousin's neck!!" Scott shouted in frustration.
Bam!
Deaton slammed the table hard. Scott and Elena fell silent.
Deaton looked at them and shouted, "I just explained that Alex is immortal, which means something as simple as a broken neck won't kill him!! And if you don't like my method, I'm all ears—if you have a better plan!!"
Everyone fell silent. No one spoke.
"Good. Now give me Alex's belongings that you brought so I can begin the tracking spell,"
Deaton said coldly.
Elena took out the necklace and looked at it hesitantly.
The necklace contained a family photo of her, Alex, and Jeremy. It was very important to Alex—and to her as well.
"Here. This belongs to Alex. But don't break it—it's very important to him," Elena said as she handed the necklace to Deaton.
He took it and said, "I won't promise that—but I'll try."
Then Deaton took the necklace and began chanting the spell as everyone watched in anticipation.
After half an hour of chanting, the necklace exploded, burned in midair, then turned into scattered dust.
Elena looked at the necklace with a broken expression as tears gathered in her eyes.
"It's okay, Elena. What matters is that we bring Alex back," Scott reassured her quickly.
Elena nodded silently.
Deaton exhaled tiredly, then looked at the huge map spread across the table.
A black line, like ink, spread across the map and slowly crept toward the depths of Beacon Hills Preserve Forest, about two hundred miles away from Beacon Hills.
"There… there is where Alex is," Deaton said, pointing to where the black line stopped.
Elena looked at the map with a mix of hope and relief.
Scott smiled with hope, the possibility of saving Alex spreading through him like wildfire.
As for Stiles, he only stared at the marked location, thinking deeply about the terrifying possibilities of this dangerous mission.
"Now that we know the location of this so-called Alex, when do we start capturing him?"
Derek asked immediately, getting straight to the point. The sooner this mission was over, the sooner he could use Scott to find his sister's killer.
Deaton looked at Derek calmly, fully aware of what was going through his mind, then said,
"After five days."
"Five days?! Why?!"
Scott and Elena shouted in perfect unison.
Deaton sighed heavily and said,
"Because Alex is extremely powerful. Creating a prison strong enough to contain him requires time, preparation, and a barrier spell capable of withstanding his strength."
"Why don't we just turn Alex back into his human form right after we capture him? That way you wouldn't need a prison strong enough to hold him—and you definitely wouldn't need to break his neck."
Scott said to Deaton.
Deaton looked at Scott, then let out a dry laugh.
"Saying it is easier than doing it, Scott," David said calmly.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked, confused.
"What he means is that Deaton can't do that, Scott," Stiles answered sympathetically.
"Why can't you do that, Deaton?" Elena asked curiously.
Deaton looked at them and said,
"Because Alex is a special case unlike anything before. I told you before—Lycans are born, not made. Before Alex, there were twelve Lycans in history, all of them born that way. None of them were ordinary werewolves who later turned into Lycans."
Everyone fell silent.
David's expression darkened, then he smiled mockingly. It seemed Deaton's information wasn't as extensive as he believed.
Because Deaton was completely wrong.
More than 800 years ago, the first Lycan in history appeared—and he was an ordinary werewolf before evolving into a Lycan.
But David saw no reason to correct Deaton.
Scott stepped forward.
"Deaton, you can't break Alex's neck. That's wrong."
Deaton exhaled in irritation.
"For the last time, Scott—breaking his neck won't kill him. Alex is immortal."
"Even if it doesn't kill him, it's still wrong! Today it's a broken neck—
then what tomorrow?
Amputation?
Mutilation?
Torture?
We can't justify this just because Alex 'won't die.'
His immortality here isn't protection—it's just… an excuse."
Silence filled the room.
Elena looked at Scott with admiration and respect; her regard for her older cousin rose several levels.
Deaton sighed, then smiled with a small, proud smile before quickly replacing it with a serious expression.
"Look, Scott. I understand your concerns, and your morals are admirable. But this isn't about right or wrong, and it's not just a rescue mission for Alex. You all saw what Alex did to the Argent men near Derek's house. He tore them apart without hesitation.
If we don't stop him, he'll do it again—with pleasure. And next time, it will be innocent people who were unlucky enough to cross his path.
This is not up for debate. We will stop Alex as quickly as possible, by any means necessary. Then we'll imprison him until I find a way to return him to normal. If we hesitate even for a moment, Alex will kill us without hesitation.
Now—does anyone have any questions?"
Scott clenched his fists tightly.
He hated this. He hated the fact that he might be forced to kill his cousin—even if the death was temporary. He rejected killing from the depths of his being; he revered life, guided by the morals and values his mother instilled in him.
But if he agreed, he would betray himself.
And if he refused, he would endanger everyone.
What choice did he have?
Elena bit her lip until it bled. She hated what was happening, overwhelmed by weakness and helplessness. But what could she do?
Stiles looked sadly at Scott and Elena, not knowing what to say or do.
"I have a question," David stepped forward.
"Why did you choose five days, when you know what will happen then?"
Deaton looked at David and said,
"Because I'll take advantage of the phenomenon that occurs at that time to strengthen the spell that will imprison Alex, making it last much longer."
Stiles looked confused.
"What phenomenon are you talking about?"
"The full moon," David answered calmly.
Everyone looked at David, then back at Deaton for confirmation.
Deaton nodded.
"The full moon is a natural phenomenon that occurs once every month. Natural or rare phenomena can be harnessed to perform powerful spells and rituals, allowing me to channel and absorb the power of the full moon."
"But won't the full moon have a negative effect on Scott? Or is the whole moon thing just a myth?"
Elena asked nervously.
"No, it's not a myth—it's very real," Derek answered.
"No matter what kind of werewolf you are, the full moon always has power over you."
"Exactly," Deaton added calmly.
"Which means Scott will lose control and attempt to kill most of the people in this room when the moon is full."
Scott fell silent, staring at his hands anxiously.
"What do we do then? How can Scott help us capture Alex if he can't control himself?"
Stiles asked.
"This is where I come in," Derek said confidently, stepping forward.
"What do you mean?" Scott asked hopefully.
"You're a newly transformed werewolf, Scott. I've been watching you today and yesterday, and you already have impressive control for someone so new. But you're still vulnerable during the full moon. During this time, I'll train you to control yourself and your instincts—even under a full moon."
Scott smiled gratefully.
"Thank you, Derek."
Deaton nodded, then turned to Stiles.
"Stiles, how fast is your car?"
"About 55 to 80 miles per hour,"
Stiles answered proudly.
Deaton sighed.
"That's far too slow."
"Hey! What do you mean too slow?! It's fast and awesome—and I've never seen you drive better!"
Stiles protested.
Deaton turned to David.
"David, what's your speed limit?"
David smirked at Stiles.
"My top speed ranges between 310 and 373 miles per hour."
"What?!"
Stiles' jaw dropped.
Deaton continued mercilessly.
"Derek?"
"Between 124 and 155 miles per hour," Derek answered calmly.
Stiles' eyes widened in disbelief. He looked at Scott.
"Wait… does that mean Scott can also—"
"Yes, Stiles. With enough training, Scott can run that fast too,"
Deaton interrupted.
Stiles stared at Scott in awe.
Elena looked around as the world began to spin. All this information—this power, this speed—it was madness, and her head throbbed.
"Ahem," Deaton cleared his throat.
"Back to our main topic. Stiles, you'll be our escape key if the plan fails and we face lethal danger. But since your car is extremely slow compared to Alex—who is faster than David and Derek combined—I'll need you to bring me your Jeep so I can apply some magical modifications."
Stiles nodded eagerly. He wasn't about to miss the chance to upgrade his car into something supernatural.
Deaton looked at Scott, Derek, and David.
"You three will be our muscle if we encounter any external enemies. Keep in mind that Alex has begun the Warlex challenge and has declared war on all other werewolves in Beacon Hills."
Scott nodded silently.
Deaton then turned to Elena.
"And you, Elena, are the core of our entire plan."
"Me? But I'm just an ordinary girl. What can I do?"
Elena asked sadly, feeling useless—especially when even Stiles had a vital role.
"You are the key to Alex's humanity. The last time Alex transformed into a Lycan, the first thing he did was save you from certain death. I believe your life being in danger triggered his transformation in the first place. Your presence may give us an advantage and prevent Alex from tearing us all apart in seconds."
Elena fell silent, unsure what to say.
Deaton looked around.
"This is our best—and only—chance to capture him. The longer he remains free, the more victims there will be, and the harder it will be to stop him if we fail this time."
Everyone nodded grimly.
The group spent several hours discussing details, training, and preparations, then finally left for their homes.
Scott, Elena, and Stiles climbed into Stiles' Jeep and sighed in exhaustion.
"Phew… today was packed with information,"
Stiles said tiredly.
Elena nodded.
"Yes, it really was."
"We're very close to saving Alex and bringing him back,"
Scott said with a hopeful smile.
Stiles smiled warmly at his friend, started the engine, and drove toward the McCall house.
Derek watched the Jeep disappear with a mysterious expression.
"This whole situation… is interesting."
He smirked. As a child, he had heard legends about Lycans, seeing them as mythical beings. And now? He was going to hunt one of those monsters.
He shook his head at life's irony, then sped off toward his ruined family home, vanishing into the darkness.
David watched everyone leave, then smiled mockingly.
Everything was going exactly as planned. No one suspected a thing.
They trusted him.
They believed he was their friend.
They believed he was… the real David Wilson.
But none of them knew what awaited them.
A long black tongue slid from David's mouth, licking his lips in a wide, terrifying grin filled with massive teeth.
His face convulsed violently. His skin turned white, all features vanishing except for a huge mouth full of deadly fangs, the black tongue writhing in the air. A tall, thin white figure in a black suit replaced David.
The white figure smiled mockingly, then its body shuddered and transformed into a massive black raven that took flight and disappeared into the night sky.
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Meanwhile, more than two hundred miles away…
Dozens of corpses lay scattered everywhere—limbs torn apart, entrails strewn across the ground.
At the center of this carnage stood a massive silver-gray beast, three meters tall.
It had the body of a man, covered in animal fur, with a tail, deadly fangs, massive claws, and the face of a wolf.
It was Alexander Gilbert—Alex.
Alex stopped devouring a corpse, then sharply turned toward the depths of the forest and roared in fury.
"AAAAAOOOOOHHHHH!!!"
The terrifying roar echoed through the night. Animals and creatures across the area trembled in fear and fled in panic.
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Poll: Who should Alex end up with? Bonnie Bennett? Caroline Forbes? Rebecca Mikaelson? Katsea? Aurora de Martel? Reina Cruz? Or an OG character? Let me know your opinion in the comments.