Scott stared at the blood on his hands. Which happened to belong to his former biology teacher, Mrs. Finch. Who happened to be a werewolf. A fucking Alpha werewolf. Ever since the Deadpool, Scott had suspected that there may be other werewolves in Beacon Hills, or at least other supernatural creatures, who had managed to evade having their names put on the hitlist. Maybe when Meredith and Brunski made the list, they hadn't known that the Primal Pack existed. Scott certainly hadn't, until Derek told him about them.

Derek had once said that before his mother died, Talia, the most powerful Beacon Hills werewolf of her time, had often gone off to meet with the mysterious Alpha of the Primal Pack, to ensure the more violent werewolves weren't causing trouble. Talia had never gotten around to telling Laura the Primal Alpha's name, and Derek knew there was no point in trying to follow his mother in secret to wherever she met them, so the knowledge of who this secret Alpha was had remained unknown.

Until tonight, Scott thought, as he began to wash his hands in the sink. When the wounded Mrs. Finch, her blood dripping all over Scott, had looked up with those glowing red eyes, he had fallen back in shock. Before, he thought the Primal's Alpha must have been one of the eyeless bodies he and Malia had found. When they found the second faceless corpse, Scott had been gripped with a terrible fear that maybe the second half of the Anuk-Ite had taken the form of an Alpha. After all, it made sense that the fearmonger would want to inhibit the body of the most powerful supernatural creature it could find. When it was revealed that the second half had actually taken the form of Quinn, who Scott knew wasn't an Alpha, he had reverted to his earlier assumption that the Alpha must have been one of the eyeless corpses. There was no way that Mrs. Finch, his former biology teacher, was the Alpha of the Primal Pack.

Boy, had that thought been blown to hell tonight.

And it wasn't just that. A few days ago, Lydia had come to Scott, and said that her Banshee senses had led her to a house full of eyeless werecoyotes. A family, by the looks of them, and Scott had known their youngest son, Edgar, in Liam's class, not personally but on sight. Lydia hadn't found his body, but Liam hadn't seen Edgar recently, so Scott knew even if he had survived his family getting massacred, the Anuk-Ite had probably gotten him by now. And then there was that girl who had run out of Liam's class earlier today with her hands over her ears, when Scott's Beta had turned the sound emitter on. What was her name? Rebecca? Was she a werewolf? Or a werecoyote? Or something else entirely? Whichever it was, Scott certainly hadn't been expecting to uncover yet another supernatural creature in the school.

The surprising revelation had given Scott the urge to stick a sound emitter in every classroom throughout the school and turn them on, just to see if any more students or teachers reacted. But it would probably alert the Gestapo that Monroe had going throughout the school, so Scott put off the idea.

Scott thought of Malia, who was sitting on his bed just a few metres away. He remembered how upset she had been to hear about the werecoyote family, and not for the first time since she had joined his pack, Scott wondered if maybe Malia would be better off if she had joined a pack of her own kind. Because Malia had fought besides him more times than he could count, and her father was a werewolf, Scott sometimes had trouble remembering that although her eyes could glow like his, and although she had claws and fangs like he did, Malia was a werecoyote, not a werewolf. Scott remembered the shock of realising that there was more than one type of werecreature when he had come face-to-face with Malia in her coyote form for the first time. Afterwards, Derek had told Scott that werewolves and werecoyotes were enemies more often than not, and Malia had initially seemed determined to prove Derek right by demanding that Scott turn her back into a coyote, then reacting furiously when she learned he couldn't.

Over time, of course, things had softened out between them, and they'd grown closer, but even then, Scott never could have anticipated he would end up having actual feelings for the daughter of the man who'd turned his life upside down. And Scott certainly never thought Malia would reciprocate those feelings. When she'd kissed him in his room the other night… it felt like everything that was good in the world had come to rest on Malia's warm, indescribably soft lips. The kisses they'd shared afterwards had felt like fireworks, tempered with raw passion. Scott had been barely able to keep the grin off his face when they'd headed downstairs afterwards. Where moments later, although he didn't know it, he would be covered in someone else's blood yet again-

Malia's warm, comforting hands interrupted Scott's thoughts. 'Thank you', he mumbled as she gently began to wipe Mrs. Finch's blood off him. 'I'm kind of a mess'.

In more ways than one.

God, she had no idea how much her touch sent him reeling. Her hands moved to his chest, to wipe off the blood there, and he felt his heart skip a beat. After everything they had been through the last few days, Scott wanted nothing more than to pull Malia close and taste those soft lips again, and see where they went from there, but she looked just as tired as he felt, so he wasn't going to push it just yet-

'There's too much blood. You should just get in the shower.'

She said it so matter-of-factly, in such a Malia way, that he simply nodded and waited for her to leave. Then he realised she wasn't.

'You've seen me naked.' Malia said. She used the same tone of voice as before, but this time there was something different in her eyes. Something which said to Scott that right now, she wanted the same thing he wanted. He didn't dare to hope, even now, so he busied himself with slowly taking his shirt off while Malia leaned across him and turned the shower on. When she was done with that, she looked back at Scott, a conflicted look in her eyes now, like she was wrestling with a decision. Then she made it, and took her shirt off.

Oh my God, Scott thought.

Her bra hit the floor.

Oh my GOD.

Her boots, her socks, and the rest of her clothes were on the floor too before he knew it.

OH. MY. GOD.

Malia came to him then, and wrapped her arms around Scott, kissing him hard while grinding her nakedness up against his covered crotch. Almost frantically, she worked to unbuckle his belt while he kicked his socks and shoes off. When Scott was just as naked as Malia, the werecoyote pulled away from his lips, and he could see a glint of blue in her eyes as she smiled, stepped into the shower, and beckoned seductively at him.

Scott couldn't remember having ever moved so fast towards anything before.

Never. Never had sex been like this for Scott before, not with Allison, and not with Kira. It wasn't because this was the first time he'd ever made love to someone in a shower, although it was. With Allison, there had always been the need for secrecy, with the fear that they had to finish quickly, in case her parents burst through the door and plugged Scott full of bullets and crossbow bolts soaked in wolfsbane. With Kira, Scott had been her first serious boyfriend, so in the precious few times they'd had sex before she joined the Skinwalkers, she had always been so nervous and timid. The human side of Scott understood, but the wolf within him had always demanded more when they were finished. Scott had long suspected, but never confirmed, that Kira was actually scared of what the wolf might do to her if Scott let it out, though he would never have done that to her.

With Malia, Scott finally felt like he could let go and be himself. All of himself, and he got the feeling it was the same for her. As far as he knew, Malia had never been with someone who was also a werecreature, so this was a first for both of them. And it just felt so… right. As they slowly kissed, each revelling in the taste of the other, their arms slowly moved around each other, sliding and squeezing, Malia purring all the while. Scott's mouth found its way to Malia's neck, which caused the werecoyote's purrs to increase in volume, and her to grind herself against his midsection and throw one of her naked legs around Scott's waist which he caught and held, Malia very unsubtly begging for them to join together and become one.

When Scott finally entered her, the pair threw back their heads at the sensation and softly growled, eyes glowing brightly and fangs bared. They faced each other, and in that moment, Scott knew that both their animal sides were finally satisfied with what they had. He began to move, in and out, sliding Malia up and down his hard length as she fastened her arms around his neck, and his on her hips. As alone as they were in the house, with the neighbourhood deserted as a result of the hunters' latest attack, they could have roared as loudly at they could from their lovemaking and nobody would have heard a thing. Instead, more out of habit than anything else, Scott and Malia moved in swift, yet precise silence. For the next few minutes, the only sounds that came from the shower were the soft cries, groans and growls that came from their mouths, and the splashes of the water where Scott and Malia were joined.

'Scott', Malia suddenly cried out, the first words either of them had spoken since they began their lovemaking, which to both of them was now starting to feel like something else. Something more... natural.

'Yeah?' Scott growled, fighting off the urge to bite the beautiful naked woman he had in his arms. He knew from experience the kind of damage an Alpha could do to a Beta or Omega. That was the only thing right now which was preventing him from sinking his fangs into Malia's shoulder and his claws into her hips. He was feeling an irrepressible animalistic desire to somehow mark Malia, so everyone else would look at her now and know she was his.

'I'm- close' Malia was gasping. 'Please- make- me- oh God-'

Without warning, Malia suddenly leapt up and wound her other leg around Scott's waist, forcing him to grip her ass to hold her up as Scott, who wasn't so far away himself, began to increase the speed of his thrusts as Malia bounced up and down on him, her hair and breasts moving all over the place. Scott moved his mouth over her nipples, and that was the moment Malia came undone in Scott's arms, her climax making her shudder as she threw her head back and roared her pleasure. Scott, mere seconds away, quickly pulled out of Malia and set her down, his seed jetting against her belly as he roared in sync with her.

Scott pressed his temple against Malia's as he reached behind her and turned the shower off. Arms around each other, they stood with their eyes closed and their wet, naked bodies pressed together for some time, gently nuzzling each other's foreheads and rocking back and forth as though they were slow dancing, not coming down from the greatest high either of them had ever experienced. Eventually, they both opened their eyes, and smiled at each other. Scott kissed her then, gently, and he felt her smiling against his mouth as she kissed him back.

When they got out of the shower, they dried each other off, and slowly moved to Scott's bed, hand in hand. Climbing under the covers, they wrapped themselves around each other, and for the first time in a long time, Scott found he wasn't worried about what tomorrow would bring. As he stroked Malia's soft, damp brown hair, as he looked into her even softer brown eyes, Scott also knew something else: that now, he was willing to kill. Not for pleasure, not for revenge, but Anuk-Ite or no Anuk-Ite, if the hunters tried to take her, his Malia, his girlfriend, his fucking mate, away from him, he would kill every single one of them. He looked at Malia then, and he knew from the look in her eyes she was thinking the same thing. Scott kissed her one last time, and together, they went quietly to sleep.

AN: Hope you guys liked this! Reviews are always appreciated!