Chapter 132: The Rougarou

As Noah and Parrish returned to the crime scene, Noah telepathically contacted the entire pack and informed them about what had happened.

After listening to him, Scott asked telepathically. [Uncle Noah, tell me more about that family. Do you know what they are?]

Noah responded. [From their scent, I assume they are werewolves, but… something about them feels wrong.]

Stiles asked. [What do you mean, Dad?]

Noah hesitated before answering. [I've met bad werewolves before, like Deucalion. But even with him, I could only tell he was a supernatural creature. If you kids hadn't told me what he did, I wouldn't have known whether he was good or bad. But this family... the moment I saw them, I knew they were evil. I felt disgusted and had the urge to kill them.]

Parrish added. [I felt it too. My Hellhound instincts were all over the place, screaming at me to burn that family to ash.]

Stiles frowned. [So, Dad, Parrish… why didn't you just kill them?]

Noah sighed. [Because of the little girl. She looks about ten years old.]

Stiles scoffed. [But she's evil...]

Scott cut him off. [Stiles, if Uncle Noah doesn't want to kill the girl, someone else in the pack will do it. That's what it means to be in a pack, we support each other.]

Stiles sighed. [I know… It's just that Dad is too soft-hearted. He hasn't fully adapted to our world yet.]

Noah's voice was firm. [I'm not soft-hearted, Stiles. I've killed before. I know that family is evil because I fought the urge to kill them. But I just can't bring myself to kill a little girl.]

Scott nodded. [Alright, Uncle Noah. We'll take care of it. Don't worry about them anymore. By the way, Chris, Victoria, Deaton, can any of you tell what kind of werewolves they are? If Uncle Noah and Parrish could feel that they're evil, that means they're not normal werewolves.]

Deaton responded. [I can't say for sure… Hey, Parrish, since you're still a Beta and weaker than Noah, did you feel any danger from them?]

Parrish thought for a moment. [Not really. I only felt… disgust.]

Deaton sighed. [Then they're not Vrykolakas… but I still don't know what they are.]

Victoria spoke up. [They could be a family of Rougarou.]

Isaac asked. [And what's a Rougarou?]

Chris answered. [A mutation of werewolves with a thirst for human flesh. They originated in Louisiana.]

Noah's eyes widened. [Their RV had a Louisiana license plate.]

Victoria nodded. [Then they're definitely a family of Rougarou. Chris and I have killed one before.]

Scott's tone turned decisive. [Well, Victoria, go deal with them then. You're the only one I think would be okay with killing a little girl.]

Victoria scoffed. [Hey, Scott, do you really think I'm that cruel and heartless?]

Scott chuckled. [Yes. I'm sure that if you could have killed me when you found out I was a werewolf back when I first started dating your daughter, you would have. Even though I was innocent and had never taken a life. And let's not even talk about me, you still remember that you did try to kill yourself after getting bitten by Derek.]

Melissa suddenly interrupted. [What? Is that true, Victoria? Did you try to kill my son?]

Victoria hesitated. [No… but I thought about it. You know how I was before joining the pack, I hated werewolves. And I'm glad I didn't do anything stupid.]

Melissa sighed in relief. [Well, I'm glad you didn't try to harm Scott. Because if you had… we wouldn't be such good friends now.]

Scott said. [Although Victoria is cruel, she's only cruel when dealing with an enemy or a threat, and that's a good thing. We already have enough softies like Uncle Noah and Chris in the pack; we don't need any more.]

Chris scoffed. [You little punk, I'm not soft. Well… at least not completely. If I know for sure that the girl is a Rougarou, I'll kill her. I won't feel good about it, but I'll do it.]

Scott smirked. [Anyway, Victoria, take Chris with you and eliminate that family. And Chris, Uncle Noah said the husband is an Alpha, so you should absorb his Alpha spark. Parrish, meet them there and burn the corpses. Lydia, send some crows to keep an eye on that family until Chris and Victoria get there. I don't want them leaving Beacon Hills alive.]

With that, the telepathic conversation ended.

Victoria and Chris, who were at home, grabbed their weapons and headed toward Beacon Hills Preserve. Meanwhile, Lydia who was in class at school alongside Scott and the rest of the pack, sent her crows to keep an eye on the Rougarou family.

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Beacon Hills Preserve

The Rougarou couple sat outside their RV, digesting their breakfast while their daughter played nearby. At first, they enjoyed the peaceful morning, until crows began gathering on the tree branches around them.

At first, they ignored it. But soon, more and more crows arrived, filling the trees and watching them silently.

The wife shifted uneasily. "I don't like this. These crows are giving me a bad feeling… Look at them, it's like they're watching us."

The husband scoffed, standing up and throwing a rock at the crows. "They're just stupid birds."

But the crows didn't leave. Instead, they attacked, swooping down, scratching, pecking, and cawing loudly.

The husband flinched, swatting at them. "Okay, okay! You're right, this isn't normal. Let's get out of here!"

The wife grabbed their daughter and rushed toward the RV, reaching for the door...

TWANG!

An arrow pierced straight through her hand, nailing it to the RV door.

She screamed. "AAAHH... HUNTERS!"

The husband spun around and saw Victoria, Chris, and Parrish walking toward them. Chris lowered his crossbow, his expression cold.

The Rougarou husband quickly turned to Parrish. "Officer! What is the meaning of this?"

Parrish scoffed. "Drop the act. You know exactly what you and your family did this morning. And since we can't take you to jail, we're here to make sure you never harm anyone again."

The husband stopped pretending. His eyes glowed red, and he snarled, his teeth sharpening. "Just two hunters and a deputy? You should be prepared to die here. I'm sure we can make a nice meal out of you three."

The wife stepped back, pushing her daughter behind her. "Darling… those aren't normal hunters. They're shapeshifters, too. And that deputy? He's something else. And that woman." She gestured to Victoria. "She gives me a bad feeling."

The husband looked more closely at Parrish, Chris and Victoria. His confidence wavered as realization dawned, he wasn't just dealing with hunters. He was dealing with three shapeshifters.

His face paled. He turned to his wife. "Take Chloe and run toward the town. I'll hold them off. Once you're far enough away, I'll run too."

The wife hesitated before nodding, grabbing her daughter and bolting into the woods.

Chris's eyes locked onto them. "Victoria, handle the woman and the girl. I'll deal with the man."

Victoria smirked. "Alright."

With a burst of supernatural speed, she dashed after the mother and daughter. She caught up instantly and grabbed the mother by the throat, lifting her off the ground.

The mother gasped, then, in desperation, threw her daughter aside. "Chloe, RUN! Don't look back!"

But the little girl didn't listen. Instead, her eyes glowed blue, and with a feral snarl, she charged at Victoria, her small hands curled into claws.

Victoria's expression remained cold, unshaken. Without hesitation, she reached for the gun on her belt, aimed.

BANG!

The bullet tore through the girl's skull, ending her life in an instant.

The mother's scream of anguish filled the forest. Her body trembled with rage and grief, and in an instant, she shifted, her eyes glowing blue, her fangs elongating, and her claws extending.

She let out a roar of madness, her voice trembling with hatred. "I'LL KILL YOU!"

Victoria snorted, unimpressed. Her own eyes glowed red, then she punched the woman hard in the gut, making her double over in pain.

Then, Victoria slammed her forehead into the woman's skull, a brutal headbutt that made her vision go black. The Rougarou collapsed, unconscious.

Victoria didn't hesitate. She drove her claws into the woman's gut, absorbing her powers. A rush of energy surged through her veins, her body growing stronger.

Once the process was complete, she shot the woman in the head, ending her life.

The husband watched everything, his daughter murdered, his wife slaughtered, and howled in agony.

His body convulsed, his bones cracked, and in mere seconds, he transformed, his form twisting into something monstrous.

A hunched, slim, wolf-like creature, standing two meters tall, its claws razor-sharp, its eyes glowing blood-red.

With a snarl, it prepared to lunge at Victoria.

But Chris stepped in front of her, his expression cold. "I'm your opponent."

The Rougarou snarled, but before it could move, Chris shifted. His eyes glowed golden. Fangs and claws extended. Fur grew along his cheeks. Then, he attacked.

They exchanged brutal blows. The Rougarou fought savagely, but Chris was stronger.

With each punch, The Rougarou's bones cracked, with each swipe, deep wounds were left behind on his body.

Chris could feel it, the sheer power coursing through him. This was his first fight as a werewolf, and he was enjoying every second of it.

But the Rougarou was slowing down. His wounds weren't healing anymore.

And soon the Rougarou collapsed, beaten and broken. His body shrank, shifting back to human form.

Chris wasted no time. He knelt beside the Rougarou, his claws piercing the man's chest, absorbing his Alpha spark.

A surge of energy rushed through Chris's veins. His eyes flashed crimson, he was an Alpha now.

Victoria walked over and knelt beside the dying Rougarou. Without a word, she drove her claws into the back of the man's neck, reading his memories.

A moment later, she stood up and fired a bullet into his head, ending his miserable life.

Chris asked. "What did you find out from his memories?"

She scoffed. "Just a bunch of filthy cannibals who came here to hunt humans."

She turned to Parrish. "Alright, burn the bodies."

Parrish nodded. "What about their RV?"

Chris wiped blood from his knuckles. "Let's check it first. Then burn it too."

They approached the RV and searched inside.

All they found was cash, about seventy thousand dollars.

After making sure there was nothing else of value, Parrish set the bodies ablaze, then torched the RV, reducing everything to ash.

Without another word, the three of them turned and left.

To be continued… 😊