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Guard Dog

TW: emotional, mild language, cursing, past manipulation(?), reproductive themes (no smut, it’s just mentioned for an explanation)

notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :)

CHAPTER 4 - Continued

“Technically it all started 17 years ago, when I was bitten by an Alpha. But something went wrong. Apparently, there were dormant wolf genes in my body.” I look at Scott, “I don’t really understand the details, but apparently a long time ago there used to be wolves in our family. Over the years, the genes went dormant. When I was bitten it triggered something. Usually, a bite doesn’t activate dormant wolf genes, but something about my genetics made it possible. I assume it has something to do with the fact that I’m a female omega.” Derek looks at me, his eyes wide. Stiles interjects, “Wait–what does that mean? Omega? Is that like some sort of ranking system? Hierarchy? Game of thrones thing?” I chuckle at him, “kind of. Typically omegas are considered the runt of the pack. But, female omegas are rare–and highly valued because of their reproductive abilities. Having a child with a female omega increases the chances of having an Alpha child. 4 years ago, I met Deucalion. He became obsessed with me. A female omega. The perfect addition to his perfect pack.” Derek interrupts, “That doesn’t explain how you know Kali and Ennis” I glare at him, “Just listen,” he grunts, leaning back into the couch, “Ennis is the one who introduced me to Deucalion. I knew his wife first, Emilia. We met at a time when I was really lost, she helped me find myself and we got close. Really close. She was like a second mother to me. She even made me her daughter’s godmother. It was around this time, after she gave birth, that Ennis introduced me to Deucalion, he’d already been begging for weeks. Honestly, I don’t even think Ennis knew what Deucalion wanted. He trusted him. Too much. Whatever the case, he introduced me to him and after that I grew to distrust his pack. They seemed off. Especially, Kali. She was always eyeing Emilia. As if she’d done something wrong. Took something from her. And ever since I met them, I was always trying to convince Ennis to leave their pack. If not for himself, then for his wife and daughter. But, he didn’t want to. I tried one more time to convince him and Emilia to leave. But, they wouldn’t go. And soon, I ended up leaving. I didn’t trust Deucalion. I didn’t like him. There was something about how he interacted with me that rubbed me the wrong way. Like he knew exactly what to do or say, to elicit the exact response he wanted from me. It made my skin crawl.” I look down, fiddling with my thumbs, “I should’ve tried harder. Pushed Emilia more. Pressured Ennis.” It’s quiet, no one says anything. The tension in the room is palpable–heavy with my guilt, and their confusion. But then, Lydia pipes up, “So let me clarify: you just so happen to know the wife of one of the most dangerous packs we’ve encountered? And, this is all just…what? Is bad luck?” Her arms are crossed, eyes narrowed. “I don’t buy it,” she snaps. I straighten up on the couch, arms crossing over my chest. “I’m not asking you to,” I reply, “You wanted an explanation. Be happy you got one.” I glance at Scott, Stiles standing close to him. I can’t read their expressions–not fully. But I see hurt. “Because I didn’t do it for you.” Scott’s my little brother, and Stiles? He’s basically his twin. I should’ve been honest with them from the start. But the rest of them? I don’t owe them shit. Least of all some redhead who looks like her father owns a Fortune 500 company. The room stays silent, heavy with judgment–mostly from Lydia. Then Scott moves, settling between me and Isaac. His hand finds mine and squeezes it lightly. Close. Quiet. But there. I don’t look at him. I just rub my thumb against his hand in return. And for now, that’s enough.

Guard Dog

TW: Violence, fighting, mild language, mentions of blood, stalking (in a hunting sense)

notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) [also some chapters will be shorter especially if I'm posting more at a time]

CHAPTER 3 - Manners

Lydia was right. There’s no pattern to these attacks. Something’s off. I already know these attacks aren’t from wolves. But, whoever’s behind this sure is trying their hardest to make it look like it. Maybe I should’ve brought Scott along. No. It’s too dangerous. Besides, while I do trust Scott and Stiles, I don’t know anything about their pack. And it’s fairly obvious at least one of them doesn’t trust me. I brought myself here, I picked this mission. The Guard gave other options, but I chose this one because I knew I was best suited for this. That’s when I hear it. The sound of feet moving through the woods. The crunching of leaves. The smell of blood. But, most of all it’s that all too familiar feeling. The feeling of being stalked. Of something watching me. “You know, it’s proper manners to say hi when you see a familiar face” I say before turning to face her, “I thought you prided yourself on manners. Kali.” she snarls, baring her teeth at me, “Manners? Those are for guests. You? You’re an intruder.” I smirk, “So, you’ve finally learned how to talk back, huh?” she moves, circling around me. I hear Ennis move out from behind me “Enough, Kali” he rumbles, “She’s not a threat” he turns to me, and for a second I almost believe they’ll back off. But, then his eyes meet mine–glowing red–filled with something unreadable. Remorse, maybe? “You shouldn’t have come back,” he says, my name weighing heavy in the air. A warning. His eyes glowing red. Kali makes the first move. Her claws extended. She’s fast. But there’s something off with the way she moves. It’s lazy. I dodge easily and it becomes clear; she’s toying with me. Making a game out of the things I was forced to learn for survival. I let out a low growl. My eyes glow violet and my claws extend, sharp and ready. I reach for her arm. My claws grazing her skin in a clean strike. Then I feel it. A pair of muscled arms grip my body. Firm, holding me still. Kali looks straight at me, smirking. She lifts her claws, ready to strike. But, before she can hit me. I feel it. A shift in the air. Someone else is here. Someone familiar. Someone I know. A snarl sounds, deep and possessive. “Let her go,” a voice declares as a figure moves out from the shadows. Derek. Scott’s friend. His eyes are glowing a bright blue. He moves in front of me, standing straight and looking right at Kali. In one swift move, he knocks her to the ground. Ennis growls, letting me go to tend to Kali. Derek turns to me for a brief moment, “Go” he orders. He leaves no room for debate. I don’t need to be told twice. But if I’m running, I’m not doing it alone. I take a step forward, reaching for Derek’s hand. And we run. Fast.

Guard Dog

TW: vulgar language (cursing), injury, mentions of violence (wolf attacks), emotional/tense

notes: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) [BTW, I decided and I'm aging up Isaac so that reader, derek, and him are the same age 26]

CHAPTER 2 - The Morning After

I feel just as you would expect anyone to feel after getting shot with a bullet. Like, shit. I get in my car anyway and head to the loft. When I arrive, I take a deep breath before entering the building and heading up the steps to meet everyone. I open the doors, Scott and Stiles notice me first. I smile and open my arms, “How’ve my boys been?” without missing a beat, their arms wrap around me tightly. I feel their anxiety in their grip. “Gentle” the wound throbs beneath my sweater, “I’ve missed you two” I whisper, voice catching. They don’t say anything, and they don’t need to. They let go of me, Scott’s face falls a little. His gaze settling on my wound. I shift, forcing a grin on my face, “Right then, are you boys gonna give introductions or leave me to play guess who?” Scott straightens, moving forward “Yeah–uh. I mean, you know Stiles.” Stiles looks at me, without a second thought, I ruffle his hair, “Yeah, I’m familiar with the troublemaker” he huffs, earning him a laugh from me. Scott moves on to the next pair, “That’s Erica and Boyd–the two you saved yesterday.” I nod, glancing at them, until my gaze falls on the grumpy guy from yesterday. “This is Derek. He owns the loft.” His eyes feel cold, distant. I’m used to it though. I hum, turning away from him to take in my surroundings. The wall of glass windows, the spiral staircase, and the plain decorations. Scott continues, “Then, there’s Isaac and Lydia. Isaac lives here with Derek.” I slowly turn to look at them. I assume Lydia is the one with wavy red hair and her arms crossed tight to her chest. She looks at me, watching me. It’s uncomfortable. Like she can see everything I’ve worked so carefully to hide. I turn my gaze to the boy next to her. His eyes are already on me. But, it isn’t uncomfortable like Lydia’s. It’s heavy and obvious. But, not uncomfortable. Kind. Curious. No one’s looked at me like that in a long time. He has curly hair, a grey t-shirt, jeans, and a black leather jacket. Simple. I clear my throat, and shift my weight, feeling the stares settle into something uncertain–acceptance. The awkward silence continues. That is, until Stiles speaks up “So, anyone hear about the rumors?” his voice dripping with the usual sarcasm, “You know, rumors about wild wolves mauling hikers or whatever. Totally normal. Not horrifying at all.” my body straightens, unease sliding its way around my body. Wolf attacks? I can see it from the way Scott’s face falls, Stiles isn’t joking. Lydia is the next to speak, “It doesn’t make sense. There’s no pattern. None of this is adding up.” she pauses, turning to Scott, “And now even the hunters are getting involved?” Erica tenses. Her arms tightening across her chest, Boyd shifts slightly into himself. “This is exactly what we don’t need,” she mutters, voice low. “How do you know these are wolf attacks?” I asked, my gaze sharpening, the feeling of unease sliding further up my neck. I already know the answer. But it doesn’t hurt to ask. Not when they still don’t what could be coming. What I think is coming. Scott glances at me quickly, I give him a look and he turns back to the group, his expression grim. “If they are wolf attacks, we need to figure out who’s doing it. It’s getting too dangerous. Not only could they blow our cover but, they’re attacking innocent people.” Lydia shoots me a look. She’s obviously suspicious of me, trying to gauge whether I know more than I’m letting on. I shift slightly, I don’t know everything, but what I do know isn’t something I can share. Not yet. I have my own secrets, and I wasn’t about to drop them into a room full of people who were just starting to trust me — if they even trusted me at all.

Guard Dog

TW: violence, fight scenes, mentions of blood, threats, language (curses; bitch, shit, etc.), injury 

note: as always advice/constructive criticism is appreciated and if I am missing a warning please let me know and I will fix it :) [also I was excited to get the first chapter out but, I will be reading this again later today to fix any slight errors] BTW, I’m thinking about aging up Isaac (so that reader, derek, and him are the same age 26 b/c i was thinking about making him a love interest; feel free to give your thoughts)

Chapter 1

These stupid hunters. Jesus. Why did they have to run all the way out here? I hear the hunters come to a stop. Aaagh and of course, a scream follows. I pick up my pace, careful not to attract any attention. That’s when I see it. A blonde girl falls to the ground, panic radiating off her scent. Then, I see the arrow. Right to the leg. Before I get a chance to do anything, there’s another kid. Tall with a kind of muscular build. He’s blocking the other girl from getting hit by more arrows. And, I’m sure I’ve never seen a more reckless pair of kids. But, something about the way the boy’s protecting the girl, like he’s done it a million times and wouldn’t hesitate to do it a million more. It reminds me of someone. Then, I realize. It reminds me of Nikolai, my Nikie. For a second, my indifference from before is replaced with rage. Then, that familiar whistling blows through the air. It’s the brunette hunter. She just fired another arrow. I waste no time. Before the arrow can even so much as graze the boy, my gun fires at her. It doesn’t hit her. But, that’s fine, she’s not my target. My target is that string she pulls so easily. I’m done. I’ve had enough of whatever sick game she’s playing. She wants to play with lives. That’s fine. I’ll show her what it’s like to be toyed with. As soon as her string breaks, I watch as she reaches for another weapon–a miniature crossbow. But, just as soon as she has it out. I fire again. Breaking this toy of hers too. “Aren’t you hunters supposed to have a code you follow?” I sneer, finally stepping out from the shadows. I’m dressed in black tactical armor from head to toe and strapped with a web of different weapons. The moonlight flickers over the symbol of The Guard over my chest–in gold thread is a jackal. My face is covered by my hood, but her gaze is heavy. I keep moving until I’m stood in front of the two kids. “Allison, step back” says a voice from behind the brunette. It’s deep, authoritative. And so clearly, a man. “Allison, huh? What a pretty name.” I say my lips turning up into a mocking smile, “Shame your personality’s so nasty” the look on her face darkens, and her jaw clenches. It’s clear I’ve pissed her off. “ALLISON! NOW!” says the voice again, louder this time, more demanding and it’s about to be her undoing. “Awww! But, I’m having such a good time pissing her off.” I goad her more, easily enough she pulls out a knife. The moonlight bounces off of it and I scoff, pulling one out from my belt. “I have one too, princess.” We tiptoe for a little. And I wait. For an opening. She takes the first step, swiping her knife at me. She’s fast–faster than I expected–but, still I’m faster. She tries to take another swipe, I dodge again. This time, it’s my turn. I step forwards and slash my knife against her waist. Blood drips. “Whoops! That’ll be a pain to clean up” She hisses, her arm instinctively moving to check the injured area. Not fast enough. Then, right as she’s distracted. I hear it. Whoever was trying to warn her from before, fires a shot at me. A bullet. Shit. I was too careless. I feel pain radiating out from my hip. Before, I can make another move, adjust my stance. Two arms grip me, pulling me away from the hunters. It’s the two kids. Although, I’m not sure if I should be grateful or annoyed. They’re fast, everything’s turning into a blur. But, I can still see the frustration on Allison’s face as she grips her wound.

“Here. Sit. We’ll get Derek. He can help.” They set me gently on a couch. It’s leather. And it’ll be a bitch to get blood off of. But, I settle. It’s not like I can go anywhere else until they take the bullet out of my hip. “You’re going to be okay” says the blonde, thought I think it’s more for herself than me. “Yeah, just need this bullet out. Not my first time but, it hurts like a motherfucker.” I wince, either this wound is worse than I thought or this couch is really shitty. “Just come back. And bring Deaton. It’s an emergency.” I hear the boy from earlier. He’s on the phone. “Fine. But, Scott and Stiles are with me too. So, they’re gonna have to come” says the voice on the other line. I go still. They had better not be talking about my Scott and Stiles. They cannot be mixed up in this. I try to move to say something but, it hurts too much. “Yeah, whatever. Just hurry.”

The doors glide open and I wince trying to see who it is. “Sit. It’s okay, they’re here to help.” Immediately, I see Scott and Stiles. MY scott and stiles. Then, I see two other people, both men. One looks to be my age with black hair and blue eyes. The other’s older, wearing a doctor’s coat and holding a briefcase. The older one moves towards me, “My name is Deaton. I’m going to check your wound” I look at him hesitantly, “You can trust him [name]. He’s my boss.” says Scott, his brows furrowed and eyes trailing over my wound. I nod. It takes a while but this Deaton guy finishes inspecting my wound. “We need to get that bullet out” whispers Deaton, he’s talking to Scott and the guy with black hair. They both look me over simultaneously, I can feel the pity in their gazes. “I agree. So can someone please, finally take this bullet out? It’s pretty painful, if you haven’t noticed.” I sigh, I’m already over the looks of pity and I’m dreading the conversation that I KNOW, I’ll be having with Scott and Stiles. “Yeah, I’ll get started” says the doctor guy, opening his case and setting up his tools. “This won’t take long. You’re strong, okay? You can handle this.” He says his eyes looking at me with a calm determination. He starts. And he was right, it didn’t take long. But, apparently I’m not as strong as he thought I was because the only thing that hurt more when he was taking that bullet out, was probably Scott’s hand, which I was holding onto as said bullet was being taken out.

Now’s time for the really good part. “What happened, [name]? You’re back? How come you didn’t tell me?” says Scott, his eyes are drooping. He’s clearly hurt, I didn’t tell him I’m home. “Wait a minute. Scott, you know her?” says the boy from earlier, who I still don’t know, his eyes are widened and whipping his head towards Scott. “Yeah, she’s my older sister” he replies, with no tact whatsoever. “Yeah. Hi, my name is [name] McCall. Like he said, I’m the unfortunate soul who got stuck as his sister.” I chuckle, but Scott just clenches his fists at his side, letting out a sharp huff as he glares at me. “Can someone just explain what’s going on?” cuts in the guy with black hair. “Uh–yeah. I can I guess. But, forewarning it’s a little complicated” I say looking up at him and he glares at me. Jeez, if I didn’t think he looked like a grumpy cat, he might actually scare me. “Okay, short version it is.” I sigh, ”It started a couple months ago, I noticed more and more hunters were breaking their precious little code. Most of them, were hanging around here. So, I decided to fly in to see what’s been going on. I only got here this morning,” I say, glancing at Scott, I don’t want him thinking I intentionally hid my return, “decided to look around this evening. That’s when I came across some hunters, cornering blondie and muscles over there.” the blonde cuts me off, eyes rolling “It’s Erica. And Boyd.” “Cool, anyways,” I continue, “I hadn’t planned on getting involved. At least, not until Boyd, here, decided he’d be more helpful after getting turned into swiss cheese instead of running for help–” “Wait, what do you mean, Swiss cheese?” asks Stiles “That brunette bitch. Allison. Whatever her name was. She was firing arrows at the two. Poking holes like it was some twisted game.” I look up at everyone, hesitant “Honestly? It looked like she was getting off on it. It was sick.” I can feel my stomach turning just at the memory of it. “Hold on–do you mean Allison Argent?” asks Scott, he seems distressed. His brows are practically one, but his eyes are wide. Like he can’t believe it. “Look,” I offer, gently “I don’t know what her last name is. But if it is Argent? Then Scott, you need to stay far away from her. I’ve had plenty of experience with Argents. None of them are good news.” I don’t want Scott to get hurt, not like I did. Not like what Gerard and Kate did to me. “That doesn’t make any sense though. Why would Allison attack us? She knows Erica and Boyd. They haven’t done anything.” Scott pleads, voice cracking. I don’t get a chance to say anything before blondie–Erica–pipes up. “Look Scott. I get it. You love Allison but, your sister’s right. Allison is dangerous. If she hadn’t been there, I seriously think she would’ve killed us or come damn close.” Scott looks down at his feet, his shoulders slumped. “Hey,” I suggest, slowly moving form the couch, “it’s been a long day for us all. Why don’t I take Scott and we can all talk about this tomorrow?”. Aside from Scott possibly being in love with an Argent, I had a bullet taken out from my side today and I cannot wait to get into bed and sleep. “Sounds like a good idea. We can meet back here tomorrow.” says grumpy cat guy.

Guard Dog (WIP)

TW: Violence, mentions of blood, dark themes, bite (reader is bitten and turned into wolf; against will) (should be all the tags but if I'm missing anything feel free to let me know and I'll fix it)

note: this is my first attempt at an actual fanfic so any advice is appreciated but please be kind :)

Prologue

17 Years Ago - 9 years old

I can see the sweat dripping down his face. He’s running low on energy. And he’s getting sloppy. I take the opportunity to deliver a right hook to his jaw. He stumbles. I hit again. He falls. I strike once more. He’s out cold. But the girl from before? She’s up again. She extends her claws, striking my back. A low snarl escapes my lips then I hear, “Pathetic, I expect more from my star student” says Mr. Argent, voice cutting through the chaos. I grit my teeth and clench my fists. He’s right. I turn to face the girl, pulling a knife infused with wolfsbane out. I take an experimental swipe, she dodges. Then, I take another swipe. This time to draw blood. I can see a sparkle in her eyes. Amusement. Pity. For a moment, all I want is to gouge them out so I never have to see that look again. I move again, more determined. She tries to dodge, but I’m faster. I swipe my feet under hers, tripping her. I proceed to do what I’ve been taught since I was six years old to do. Show no mercy. “There’s my girl” smirks Argent, “rest for now, I have something special planned for you later.” “Yes, Gerard” I respond, headed to the barracks.

“Sheesh, McCall. What happened to your back?” “Nothing, Nik. Just leave it, I’ll fix myself up” I mumble. “Forget that. Can you even reach that far?” he sticks his hand out to me “I’ll handle it, just let me rest.” I snuggle further onto my covers, “It’ll get infected if you leave it” I hear Nik opening one of his drawers, pulling something out. “Ouch, Nikie. At least be gentle” I hiss, my back arches away from his touch. “Stay still”, the stinging turns into a cooling sensation, relieving most of my pain. “This can’t take long Nik, I have to meet Gerard by the cages soon” I whisper, “He can wait. That is if he wants his star student in good shape.” he huffs. “I know you don’t like him, Nik but–” “I don’t like how he treats you. There’s a difference, you always come back with scars.” he cuts in. “ok, Nik. Are you done? I have to go or I’ll be late. Gerard mentioned a surprise earlier” I say. “Yeah, all done. Be careful moving around” He sighs, his shoulders sagging and eyes drooping. I know he doesn’t want me to go anywhere. “I always am” I smile, “Yeah, right” he scoffs, eyes rolling back.

I’m getting closer to the cages. There’s a heavy smell of blood. It tastes metallic. And it reaches a head once I’m standing outside Cage #60. I knock, “Mr. Argent, I’m here” the flickering lights and dingy feel of the basement makes me uncomfortable in my own skin. My feet continuously shifting. “Come” he shouts. It was unnerving. I force my feet to move forward instead of back. My hand turns the knob. Then, pushes. What I saw was nothing different than anything else I had ever seen in the cages. A wolf tied to a metal fence, arms hanging over his head. The door slams shut behind me. His head tilted up, glancing at me. I noticed then that something was different. His eyes. Bright red. Ruby red. This was an Alpha. Bloodied and beaten. Bruises covered his body. Gerard has clearly been working this one for quite some time. I hear the click of the door. But it’s not the Alpha that scares me. It’s locked. It’s the look Gerard gives me. His eyes are full of excitement? giddy? “You’ll have to understand what I’m about to do” He grins, finger pressing a big red button. The electricity running through the fence cuts off and the binds keeping the Alpha caged to the fence release him. “Now. Do it.” Gerard demands, his eyes glaring at it. He moves forward and with each step he takes toward me, I take one step back. Until my back hits the door. The one that slammed shut. The one that only unlocks from outside. His eyes flicker to my neck. Then, to my face. For a second, I think he won’t do what I think he’s trying to. I hope that he won’t. “You remember our deal, right? Disobey me and your daughter will feel every ounce of pain I am capable of inflicting” Gerard reminds. The Alpha’s eyes sharpen, his gaze flicking back to my neck. That’s when I feel it. His arms grip my body. His teeth glide across my neck before plunging in. I feel it as his teeth penetrate my skin and dig into the muscles in my shoulder. Pain glides across my whole body as I feel drops of blood stain my shirt. My training shirt. My favorite white training shirt. Tainted. Along with my body.