A/N: This is my first Teen Wolf story so I hope that all of you enjoy, it will involve an OC named Jacob Morrow who is something that has never been introduced into the show. I tried to give a little background during the first half, but honestly it doesn't really show much of Jacob. As the story progresses I'll introduce more factors that will be able to paint more of a picture of him. This is a male OC story which I have never seen before in the Teen Wolf category, so I hope you all enjoy it. I will be pairing Jacob with Malia, but this does not mean I do not support Stalia. I am just hoping to bring in a new character into an already amazing cast and hopefully my story is something all of you will enjoy.
As I sat in the booth of the club, I couldn't help but think of everything that had happened since that fateful night. The night Scott was bit changed everything; it brought about Peter Hale the psychotic Alpha. It took us a while to figure out that it was him killing people and by the time we did figure it out he had left me for dead with a bite mark in the side of my torso. From what Stiles tells me my body was basically ripped in half, oddly enough I didn't die. I began to heal from what should have killed me at a rapid rate, more rapid than that of a werewolf, and boy was I surprised when I found out what I was. It started out with dreams of people dying, every kind of death imaginable. I thought I was going crazy, but apparently the bite activated my innate abilities. So basically every time I go to sleep, I witness someone's death, not only do I witness their death I can feel their pain. Now obviously this is not normal so Scott, Stiles, and I decided to ask the one guy who seems to know everything. Deaton, Scott's boss that turned out to be a druid, Deaton told me what I was and I could not believe my ears. He told me that I was a hell hound. A freaking hell hound, you know the demonic dog that rips people to shreds and drags their souls to hell. So I did what every normal teenage guy would do, I fucking flipped my shit. Deaton explained to me that my dreams were part of who I was becoming, being a hell hound I witness people's deaths and they see me on while they are dying. By seeing me in my demonic spirit form it was a way for their spirits to pass on. I get that people need to pass on to whatever is after this life, but I would prefer not feeling pain every time I go to sleep. I have not slept normally ever since I got bit and I'm getting used to it which scares me. I'm getting used to seeing people dying and experiencing their pain, holy crap I'm definitely a freak.
I'm getting away from what I was saying, so after the whole psychotic Alpha ordeal my powers began to develop and another issue arose. We had to deal with another Alpha who was turning teenagers, and who was this new Alpha why it was Derek Hale nephew to the psychotic Alpha who turned me. But the universe seems to just hate us so much that they decided to drop more on my friends and myself. Hunters, freaking supernatural hunters, and these hunters were related to one of my friends Allison Argent. Turns out her grandfather is kind of a sadistic bastard that enjoys cutting werewolves in half. But you know what's life in Beacon Hills without a mass murdering reptile that turns out to be another person that I know. Jackson was an ass, but before this supernatural shit hit the fan, he was a human ass. After that he decided hell I want to be stronger, faster, and better than everyone, I'm going to go get bit by the Alpha. So he did that only he didn't turn into a werewolf, he turned into a kanima, a mass murdering reptile that does people's bidding. You know I'm starting to think Beacon Hills really isn't a good place to live. So eventually we dealt with Jackson without killing him, and he ended up turning into a werewolf. Gerard Argent, or psycho gramps as I have dubbed him, we beat him at his own game. We didn't kill him, we just made it so he couldn't become a werewolf and he started to ooze black blood, you know the norm. Derek was still the Alpha, but less power hungry after we finished up Gerard and the kanima. In fact two of his betas turned tail and left Beacon Hills, and that started a whole slew of troubles.
Turns out another werewolf pack was headed to Beacon Hills, and they didn't want to have tea and crumpets. It was a pack of Alphas, led by the blind British power crazy Deucalion, hence the tea and crumpets. Turns out Deucalion wanted Scott in his pack because Scott was something called a true Alpha. A Beta that becomes an Alpha through sheer force of will, but if a pack of Alphas wasn't enough to handle we had to deal with someone sacrificing humans. This person turned out to be a Darach, which is a druid that goes the path of darkness. The reason for these sacrifices was to take on the Alpha pack; the Darach was an emissary for one of the Alphas. The Darach was left for dead by the Alpha and she wanted revenge. It all worked out in the end besides the multiple human casualties due to the sacrifices. The only way that we could get ahead of the Darach was to be proxy sacrifices for the ritual. Scott, Stiles, and Allison became the proxy sacrifices but in doing so they made Beacon Hills a beacon for the supernatural, as if we didn't have enough to deal with. By becoming the proxy sacrifices they opened a door into their minds, a door that could let darkness in. So we tried to close the door before anything could get through, but the universe hates us so something came through. That something was a Nogitsune which was an evil fox spirit that possessed Stiles. Stiles is one of my closest friends and seeing him like that hurt. In all this chaos came something good, we met Kira a Kitsune who helped us to save Stiles without having to kill him. We also met Malia a girl who was trapped in coyote form for years; we helped her out turning her back to human. She was a little hostile to say the least. As I said the universe hates us, we saved one friend but we lost two. Allison died at the hands of the Oni the foot soldiers of the Nogitsune along with Aiden one of the Alpha pack that became our friend. Everything hurt, I felt it. I could feel my friend's deaths; I never want to feel something like that again. It hurt more because I cared for them, and I swore on that day no one would ever get killed if I could stop it.
The club was pounding with music, and it was filled with bodies against bodies writhing to the music. I could sense the energy from all of the people as they danced with each other. Right now I was sitting next to a short Mexican girl who was eyeing me mighty furiously. I wasn't paying her much attention as my eyes scanned the room spotting the hunters trying to blend in with the crowd. I smirked at them, they thought they were being so sneaky, they have no idea they're the ones being hunted. I got my phone out and started to text Scott.
Everything going according to plan?
Yeah, just make sure you, Malia, and Kira are ready. Keep them safe.
I always do.
"Is it happening?" I looked at my frantic friend Kira, always the worrier. She was new to all of this so it was understanding why she should be worried. She's also worried about Scott even though the two haven't defined their relationship, Scott should really get on with that.
"Relax Kira, where's Malia?" I asked her and she pointed to the dance floor. The two of us made our way over to Malia who was dancing in the middle of the club. I got up behind Malia and wrapped my arms around her. "Hey beautiful, didn't know you could dance." Malia then grabbed my arms and moved them off of her. She turned around and gave me a look.
"Who was that girl?" She asked as she crossed her arms eyeing me suspiciously. I looked over to Kira giving her a questioning look and she just shrugged and moved slightly away from the two of us.
I grabbed Malia's hands and gave them a gentle squeeze and looked into her eyes, "Malia you don't have anything to be jealous about. I only have eyes for you." She still looked a little upset at me.
"If I see that girl again I'm going to claw her face." She said in a serious tone, I smiled she was always so honest. It was a nice change of pace from other people.
"As much as I'd like to see that I don't think you have to go that far." My eyes darkened to their shining black. Malia and Kira looked around to see that we were being surrounded by hunters. "Looks like it's time to go ready?" Malia nodded and I ducked as she jumped over me to kick the hunter behind me. Malia and I were back to back as Kira dealt with three hunters using her nunchaku. I looked over to seeing Malia smiling as if she was having fun. "Seriously you're having fun?" I said as I grabbed the hunter's fist that was heading for my face. I head-butted the hunter knocking him out and I ducked as Malia rolled over my back to avoid another hunter's grasp.
"Yeah what you're not?" I shook my head as she lifted a hunter by his shirt and she threw him to the ground. As he tried to aim his gun at Malia I stepped on his arm and Malia punched him in the face. Another hunter grabbed Malia from behind and he would soon regret that. I grabbed the hunter's neck and lifted him off the ground and I stared into his eyes. I could see the fear in his eyes, if he thinks he could get away with hurting Malia then he has another thing coming.
"Suffer" The man stared into my eyes and he became cold to the touch. He didn't move, but he wasn't dead. He was suffering in eternal misery. I turned to Malia and Kira and motioned for them to follow me. "Scott's this way. And Malia you and me have different ideas of fun." Those words left my mouth, but I could feel deep down I didn't mean it. I could feel that I liked the fight; I liked hurting the people that hurt those I cared about.
We met up with Scott and began to make our way to where Stiles and Lydia were negotiating with the leader of the Calaveras, Araya. "It's this way." Scott said to us leading us towards the room. Kira followed Scott, then Malia, then me. I looked back to see two hunters behind us, and I turned to face them.
"You guys go ahead I'll deal with them." Malia looked back at me with slight worry in her eyes. "Malia go I'll be fine." I blackened my eyes and could feel my fangs start to grow. I bared my fangs at the two and they backed away a little. My claws began to grow and I headed towards the men. I clawed one guy across the chest, and was surprised when the other knocked me to the ground. He started to punch me in the face and I could feel my anger rising, I let out a ferocious roar scaring him off of me. Both of the men decided to come at me the same time, I ducked their blows and grabbed both of their heads and slammed them into one another. Smoke started to pour from the vents, I could smell it. It was wolfs bane which meant I had to get to Malia. I ran down the hall and saw Scott and Malia on the ground. Kira was fighting against another hunter but she was taken out by a sneak attack. I growled at the hunter and made my way towards him when all of a sudden I could feel electricity running through my body as I hit the floor. I looked up to see Araya smiling at us and that was the last thing I saw.
A/N: So there's the first part of Season 4 episode 1, this story will follow the current season of Teen Wolf and if this story does good I am planning to write stories for the previous seasons. I am really enjoying this season so I felt that I would write about it as it is still fresh and new and amazing. I hope you all enjoyed the first part of my story, if you could review it and tell me how you all feel it would be greatly appreciated.