Scott sat in the dimly lit locker room, his pack gathered around him, a tense energy buzzing in the air. They were all on edge after Peter's latest antics, which had crossed a line. It was time to make a plan.
"Alright, everyone, we know Peter's been getting too bold lately," Scott began, leaning against a row of lockers. "He thinks he can just walk all over us. We need to teach him a lesson."
Allison crossed her arms, a determined look on her face. "We need to show him that he can't mess with us. We can't just wait around for him to make his next move."
Stiles, always up for a bit of humor to lighten the mood, added, "How about we set a trap? Something that makes it obvious he's outmatched." He paused, pretending to consider. "Like luring him to a playground and then challenging him to a game of tag."
Laughter erupted among the group. Mellisa smirked and chimed in, "Or we could take him to the local bouncy castle place! Just picture it—Peter bouncing around, trying to catch us. He'd look ridiculous!"
Scott chuckled, but he quickly refocused. "Okay, jokes aside. We need to come up with a solid plan. We make it clear that we're not afraid of him anymore. We'll work together to catch him off guard."
Stiles nodded enthusiastically. "We could corner him after school. He thinks he's all that, but with all of us together, he's outnumbered and we'll make him realize that."
"Perfect. We'll draw him in with something he wants," Scott suggested. "Maybe a chance to 'join us' for a little while. We'll make it seem like we're being friendly."
"Then, when he least expects it, we turn the tables," Allison added, a fierce glint in her eyes. "We show him he's just a small fish in a big pond."
As the pack continued to strategize, they pointed out Peter's weaknesses, laughing at how easy it would be to manipulate him. Their banter flowed freely, a mix of light-hearted jests and serious points as they outlined their plan.
"Let's just remember," Scott said, his tone turning more serious. "No matter how easy it seems, we have to stick together. He might think we're just kids playing games, but we can't underestimate him."
"True, but this time, we've got the upper hand," Stiles reminded them. "Let's show him that messing with Scott McCall's pack is the biggest mistake he'll ever make."
With new determination, they all nodded in agreement, their plan set in motion, eager to put Peter in his place, not just as a display of strength, but as a way to reclaim their territory and their peace.
The moon hung high, casting an eerie glow over the dense woods as Scott, Melissa, Allison, and Stiles made their way through the shadows. The air was thick with tension, every rustle of leaves setting their nerves on edge. They had a singular focus: find Peter.
"Remember the plan," Scott whispered, his voice low but steady. "We catch him off guard. Stick together."
Allison nodded, gripping a sturdy branch she had picked up. "I still can't believe he thought he could just walk all over us. No more games."
As they pressed deeper into the forest, Stiles tried to lighten the atmosphere. "If we're beating him up, can we at least do it while quoting dramatic movie lines? I mean, it could add flair."
Melissa shot him a knowing look. "Focus, Stiles." Suddenly, they spotted a figure in the distance—a shadow darting between trees. Scott instinctively raised a hand, signaling everyone to stop. "There! That's him." They crept closer, hearts racing with the adrenaline of the hunt.
Peter stood by a large tree, his back turned to them, clearly unaware of the approaching threat. Scott exchanged looks with his pack before they charged forward, moving in sync. "Peter!" he called, the sound echoing through the night, a battle cry of sorts. Peter turned, surprise flashing across his face. "What's this? A little welcome party?" "Something like that," Allison retorted, stepping forward confidently.
Without hesitation, she swung the branch, hitting Peter square in the side. The impact sent him stumbling against the tree, momentarily disoriented. "You think you can take me on?" he sneered, regaining his balance. Scott didn't hesitate. He moved in, delivering a powerful punch to Peter's gut.
"You've messed with us for the last time, Peter." Stiles joined the fray, tackling Peter from the side. "And we're not just kids playing games anymore!" he exclaimed, using his body weight to push Peter down to the forest floor.
Melissa and Allison quickly surrounded him, ready to pounce if he tried to escape. "You wanted to mess with our lives," Melissa said, "Now you get to see what happens when you cross us." Peter struggled, but the group's teamwork kept him pinned down. "You think this is over?" he growled, attempting to break free. Scott leaned down, his voice unyielding.
"This isn't just about strength. This is about standing together. You may think you're powerful, but we've got something you don't—unity." With a final, combined effort, they pressed down harder, enforcing their point. Peter's defiance wavered as he realized he was outnumbered and overpowered. "Let's make sure he knows this was a big mistake."
Allison said, giving Peter one last swift kick while he was still restrained. Breathing heavily, the pack stepped back, their hearts racing, but satisfaction washing over them. Peter transformed slowly back into a human, seeing Scott, Stiles, and Melissa glowing red eyes, he shockingly exclaimed, "How?" They did not give the satisfaction of an answer.
Scott made up his mind and called Derek over, " Derek, you can claim what belongs to your family". Scott said, "No, this is min,e you're too weak, you can't hanle my spark, no NO NO nO" Peter screamed as Derek being to absorb the spark instead of killing him as Scott allowed Derek in the pack Derek realised he gained Scott abiltes to, not wanting to kill his last family meberer or at least what he thinks he spares his life.
"Me keeping you alive only because we're related. tryTrymething else, and I will be the one to kill you," Derek said coldly.
"Let's make this clear," Scott continued, his voice steady, "this is your last warning. If you ever think about coming after us again, just know we won't back down."
Peter's expression shifted, the arrogance that usually defined him faltering as he looked at the determined faces surrounding him. For the first time, he seemed to grasp the gravity of their alliance, the palpable energy of their unity radiating from every member of the pack.
"You think you're so tough when you're in a pack," he sneered, but there was a tremor in his voice. "Fake friends won't be there when the real danger shows up."
"Fake? Try loyal," Allison shot back, her grip tightening on her branch. "We're not just a group; we're a family. That means we're stronger together than you ever could be alone."
With that, they pressed closer, not out of malice but to assert their resolve. "Next time you think of targeting us, remember this moment," Scott warned, a fierce glint in his eyes, "because you won't get a second chance."