Peter stood up, wincing as he looked at Allison walking toward him. Green wind energy swirled around her body, and her eyes glowed with a fierce green light. He glanced around nervously, searching for Jacob, and called out loudly. "Jacob! Why is your girlfriend attacking me? Didn't you tell Derek that as long as I don't touch Chris and his wife, you wouldn't interfere?"
Jacob, who had been standing next to Derek, vanished and reappeared beside Chris and Victoria, startling them both. He offered them a calm smile in greeting, then turned his attention to Peter. "I didn't interfere, did I?" He said, his voice carrying easily across the clearing. "As for Allison... you just killed her aunt. So, deal with her yourself."
Peter's gaze turned back to Allison. "Kate killed my family!" He snarled. "She didn't just burn werewolves—she burned innocent humans, including children!"
"I know." Allison said, her voice cold. "But she was still my aunt. And even though I hate what she did, I'm still going to beat you half to death for killing her, and don't worry—Jacob won't help."
Peter let out a low, furious growl. "You want to beat me half to death, even though I had every right to kill Kate for what she did? All of you Argents are evil, just pretending to be good."
Allison snorted. "Someone like you has no right to call me evil. Didn't you kill your own niece for power?" A smile touched her lips. "Actually, this has nothing to do with Kate. Lydia beat you once, and she's been so smug about it. I want to show her that I can beat an Alpha werewolf, too."
Peter was momentarily dumbfounded. "So beating me is just a game to you? You think I'm a joke?"
"Yes." Allison said flatly.
Peter's glowing red eyes blazed with pure, incandescent rage. He let out another guttural growl.
Allison smirked. "Did I hurt your feelings?"
With a deafening roar, Peter lunged at her. But as he closed the distance, Allison simply took a deep breath and exhaled. A torrent of concussive wind erupted from her mouth, hitting Peter with the force of a speeding truck. He was flung backward faster than he had charged, crashing into the side of the Hale house. He smashed through a weakened wall, tumbled inside, and finally slammed to a stop against an interior wall.
Peter pushed himself up, shaking his head to clear the ringing. He grabbed his dislocated shoulder and shoved it back into place. Then he walked back out of the house, his expression now deadly serious.
Allison said. "I said I won't kill you. But if you don't use all your strength and fight back, you will end up dead. So show me how strong you really are, Peter Hale."
Peter glanced at Jacob one more time. Jacob merely shrugged. "Don't look at me. You can go all out. I won't help her, and I won't do anything to you, even if you win."
Hearing that, Peter didn't hesitate. His body twisted and expanded, bones cracking and reforming as he shifted into his full Alpha werewolf form—an eight-foot-tall beast of muscle, fur, and fangs. He dropped onto all fours and charged Allison, his speed turning him into a blur.
Allison didn't panic. She opened her mouth and unleashed another blast of wind. This time, the attack struck Peter but only slowed his charge, forcing him to skid back a few meters before he dug in and surged forward again.
Allison waved her hands, sending razor-sharp blades of compressed air slicing toward him. One caught him across the torso, tearing through fur and muscle to the bone beneath. He roared in agony, but the wound began to knit itself closed almost immediately. He dodged the remaining slashes.
Deciding to take the offensive, Allison coated her body with wind and crackling electricity. Her speed skyrocketed, surpassing Peter's.
Peter couldn't track her visually; she was too fast. Refusing to be a sitting duck, he broke into a frantic run, weaving and dodging as he desperately evaded her attacks and sought any opening to strike. It was futile.
Allison appeared at his flank and delivered a thunderous, electrified punch. The force sent Peter rolling violently across the ground until a tree halted his momentum with a sickening thud. For a few seconds, he could only twitch against the bark. Then, fury burning through the pain, he stood up and charged at her again.
Allison simply raised a hand. A shimmering, translucent barrier of energy snapped into existence around her.
Peter slammed snout-first into the barrier with all his momentum. The rebound sent him flying backward, landing hard on his back. He got up, snarling, and began savagely pounding on the barrier with his claws. Instead of breaking, the barrier repelled the force back into him, and his claws cracked audibly with each blow.
Lydia, Malia, Stiles, Scott, Cogman, and Erica walked from the darkness and stood next to Jacob.
Stiles said. "I didn't know Allison was this strong; she is toying with Peter."
Jacob said. "You haven't seen anything yet; if she uses all her strength, Peter will surely die."
Inside the barrier, Allison frowned slightly, looking at the fading sparks of electricity around her knuckles. 'My electrokinesis is still too weak. I need to work on that.' Her gaze shifted to the enraged Alpha circling her. 'For now, let's stick with wind and try my new techniques.'
She took a steadying breath, and shifted into her fairy form. Her hair turned dark green, her ears became long and pointy, and freckles bloomed across her nose and beneath her glowing eyes.
She deactivated the energy barrier. Peter saw the shimmering wall vanish and immediately lunged.
Allison raised her hand, index finger pointed at him like a gun, and a small, compressed bullet of air shot from her fingertip. It struck Peter in the shoulder, punching a neat, bloody hole straight through the muscle.
He flinched but kept charging.
Allison distanced herself and fired three more air bullets. They hit his thigh, his side, his forearm. Peter snarled, staggering under the barrage, fresh blood welling from the punctures.
Then, she brought her hands together in a sharp, thunderous clap, unleashing a blast of focused sound and air pressure. The wave hit Peter, stunning him and leaving his ears ringing.
While he was vulnerable and disoriented, Allison clenched her right fist. The air around it compressed violently, swirling and condensing into a gauntlet of shimmering, pressurized wind. She didn't step forward. She simply threw the punch from several meters away.
A spectral fist of air shot across the clearing and hammered into Peter's chest. A visible shockwave erupted on impact, and the sickening sound of cracking ribs echoed through the air as his chest visibly caved in. He was launched off his feet like a cannonball, crashing back-first into the thick trunk of a massive oak with enough force to shake the tree. He slid to its base, collapsing as he coughed up a thick spray of blood.
He pushed himself up on trembling limbs, raw panic now etching itself into his bestial features. 'What kind of monster is she? The only way to win is to get close, but she's too fast!'
"You really can take a beating." Allison observed, her voice calm. "Then how about this?"
She cupped her hands together before her, palms facing each other. The air from the surrounding forest seemed to be sucked toward her, pulled into the space between her hands. It condensed, whirling faster and faster into a small, unstable sphere that glowed with a dangerous green light.
As Peter turned to flee, Allison hurled the sphere.
The Wind sphere streaked across the clearing and struck him squarely between the shoulder blades.
It didn't push him. It detonated.
A localized whirlwind of a thousand microscopic, razor-sharp wind blades. It shredded through Peter's thick skin, and muscle in an instant. A raw, agonized howl tore from his throat as the explosive force threw him forward, sending him crashing face-first into the dirt.
He lay there, body twitching involuntarily, as his accelerated healing fought a desperate, losing battle against the countless lacerations. Allison didn't press the attack. She simply watched, and waited.
The pain was one thing. The utter humiliation was another. It ignited a final fury in Peter's core. With a guttural roar that was more pain than power, he shot to his feet, ignoring the blood streaming from dozens of wounds. He focused every last shred of his strength and speed into one final, desperate charge, claws extended for a killing slash aimed at her heart.
His claws passed straight through her torso. But he felt no impact, no resistance—only empty air. It was just a visual afterimage, a phantom. She had moved with such impossible speed, assisted by her wind, that she left a perfect, lingering illusion of herself behind.
Peter spun around, panting raggedly, and saw her standing calmly several meters away, a faint smirk on her lips.
He knew. It was over. He couldn't win. Survival was all that remained. Using the last dregs of his strength, he turned and bolted away, a wounded animal fleeing the hunter.
Allison didn't chase him. Instead, she raised her right hand, palm facing the fleeing Alpha's back. She concentrated, and the forest itself seemed to breathe with her. Winds gathered from every direction, converging before her, compressing and taking shape.
In moments, a massive, spectral tiger, comprised entirely of roaring, swirling green wind, stood where she had gestured. With a silent, predatory snarl, the Wind Beast leapt forward, moving with impossible speed.
Peter heard it coming—a roaring gale at his back. He tried to dodge, to zigzag, but the wind tiger moved with the fluid, agile grace of a real tiger, mirroring his every evasive move. It closed the distance in seconds, its maw opening wide.
It didn't bite down with teeth. It engulfed him.
Inside the form of the wind tiger was a vortex of pure destruction. Countless blades of concentrated air slashed at Peter from all sides. His remaining skin was flayed, his muscles were sliced into ribbons, and even his bones were scored with a thousand tiny, agonizing cuts.
Then, as suddenly as it had formed, the wind tiger dissipated, scattering back into a harmless breeze.
What fell to the forest floor was not the mighty Alpha werewolf, but a broken, barely recognizable figure. Peter lay motionless in a crimson circle of his own blood. His skin was peeled and torn, revealing glints of bone in places. He had reverted to his human form—naked, mutilated, and clinging to consciousness by the faintest, most fragile thread.
Allison stood over the broken, bloody form of Peter. "That's for slitting Kate's throat." She said.
Stiles swallowed audibly. "Note to self." He whispered. "Never, ever anger Allison."
Cogman walked over to Allison. "That was fantastic, my lady! I thoroughly enjoyed your fight!" As he spoke, he subtly positioned his foot and brought his heel down on one of Peter's outstretched, mangled hands, grinding it into the dirt.
A weak, guttural groan of pain escaped Peter's lips.
Allison rolled her eyes. "That's enough, Cogman. I see what you're doing with your foot. Let him be."
Cogman smirked, gave Peter's hand one last, vicious twist, and then stepped away.
Jacob turned to Chris and Victoria, who were still standing in shocked silence. "You should call your people to deal with the bodies of your hunters." He advised. "The town is still crawling with all kinds of people because of the Wendigo case. You'll want to be gone from here before anyone else shows up."
He then walked over to Allison, followed by Lydia, Malia, and Scott.
Erica made a move to follow, but Stiles caught her hand gently. "Don't." He said softly. "You can't see Peter clearly from here, but I can. He's a bloody mess. I really don't think you want to see him up close."
Jacob stopped beside Allison and looked down at the miserable Peter. Then he raised his voice. "Derek. It's time to take what you want."
Derek emerged from the shadows, his expression grim. He gave Jacob a short nod, then knelt beside Peter's ruined form.
Peter managed to tilt his head, a bloody, ugly smile stretching his split lips. "So…" He rasped, each word a struggle. "This was… cough… your plan all along. You used me to kill Kate… and asked them to beat me down… cough, cough..." His eyes glowed crimson. "Do it…"
Derek didn't hesitate. His claws flashed in the moonlight, a clean, deep slash across Peter's throat.
Peter choked, a wet, bubbling sound as his own blood filled his airway. The red glow in his eyes faded. In the same moment, a new, fierce crimson light ignited in Derek's eyes.
Seeing Peter was dying fast, Jacob moved quickly. He retrieved an expired Senzu Bean from his pocket dimension. But instead of feeding it to Peter, his own dragon claws extended. He drove his hand straight into Peter's abdomen, shoving the bean deep into his stomach. Withdrawing his bloody hand, he stood and ignited it with his fire ability to burn the gore away.
"What are you doing?" Scott asked, horrified. "He's already dying!"
"He's not dying anymore." Lydia said calmly. "Jay saved him."
Scott and Derek spoke in unison, stunned. "What?! Why?!"
They looked down and saw the horrific wounds on Peter's body were knitting themselves together at a visible rate. The vacant dimness in his eyes was replaced by a blue glow.
Jacob turned toward Stiles and Erica. "Stiles! Get your phone out and get ready to film the birth of another Rocket Man!"
Stiles's eyes went wide with instant comprehension. He fumbled for his phone, a huge grin spreading across his face. "Erica, let's go. This is gonna be fun!"
Jacob took out a powerful flashlight (a daily reward) from his pocket dimension and tossed it to Scott. "Point this at him." He then covered his own nose and mouth with his sleeve, pulled out his own phone to record, and called out. "Girls, you might wanna take a few steps back!"
Allison, Lydia, and Malia wisely retreated. Stiles left Erica with them and walked over to Jacob's side, phone at the ready.
Derek, though bewildered by why Jacob would save Peter, shrugged. He'd gotten what he wanted. 'Good thing they didn't film me when I had to eat that healing medicine.' He thought, and pulled out his own phone to join the recording session.
Soon, all of Peter's wounds had sealed. He sat up, looking at his intact body in utter confusion. He turned to Jacob. "Why help…?"
Then, he felt it. A deep, ominous rumbling in his gut. His eyes went wide with panic. "What's going...?"
He never finished the sentence.
It started. A loud, prolonged, trumpeting fart erupted, echoing in the clearing. It was followed immediately by another, and then another.
Peter scrambled to his feet, his face a mask of horror and humiliation. He didn't say another word. He simply turned and sprinted naked into the woods, leaving a trail of audible blasts behind him.
Jacob, Stiles, and Scott exploded into uncontrollable laughter, doubling over.
Allison and the girls, who had wisely moved farther back, watched from a distance. Lydia wrinkled her nose. "Nasty."
Malia, however, let out a loud, snorting laugh. "I think it's funny! Look at him running butt-naked while farting!"
"Oh no!" Stiles cried between laughs. "He's running away! Jacob, kick him flying! We can't call him a Rocket Man if he doesn't actually fly!"
Jacob, grinning, handed his phone to Stiles. "Make sure you film him mid-air. Scott, keep the light on him. I'll send him flying back."
He vanished, teleporting directly into Peter path. As Peter, still farting, tried to skid to a halt, Jacob kicked him hard in the stomach.
Peter was launched into the air, soaring in a high arc back toward the clearing, his limbs flailing.
Stiles, Scott, and Derek tracked him with their lights and cameras, howling with laughter as the naked, farting ex-Alpha sailed over their heads like a comet. He landed with a heavy thud near the Hale house, rolled, scrambled up, and without a backward glance, dashed inside the ruined structure.
Jacob reappeared next to Stiles, still chuckling, and took his phone back.
As the last of the laughter died down, the familiar translucent system screen materialized before his eyes.
[ -You have witnessed Peter Hale turn Kate Argent. You may now sign in, Host.
-You have witnessed Derek Hale become an Alpha. You may now sign in, Host.
-You have saved Peter Hale. You may now sign in, Host.]
Jacob's smiled. 'System,' He commanded in his mind. 'Do all three sign-ins at once.'
To be continued… 😊