Beacon Hills High was exactly as Drake remembered from the show.
Chaotic.
Loud.
And filled with teenagers making terrible decisions.
Drake walked through the hallway beside Ciri while students openly stared.
That part had become normal.
Ciri looked ethereal.
Drake looked dangerous.
Together they drew attention like gravity.
Whispers followed them everywhere.
"Who are they?"
"They're new."
"Is that a model?"
"No way he's a student."
"Holy shit she's gorgeous."
Ciri leaned toward Drake.
"They're loud."
"You get used to it."
"I don't want to."
Before Drake could respond, a blur slammed into him.
"DRAKE!"
He barely caught Allison before she wrapped herself around him.
Students immediately froze.
Mostly because Allison Argent never acted like this.
Ever.
Drake laughed softly.
"Morning, little one."
"I'm not little anymore." She huffed.
"You say while clinging to me like a koala."
"…Shut up."
Ciri smirked.
Allison finally noticed her.
Then narrowed her eyes.
"…You're still together?"
"Very much so." Ciri answered smugly.
Allison pouted dramatically.
Drake immediately recognised the incoming chaos.
Too late.
"Dad said I'm allowed to challenge her." Allison declared.
Drake blinked.
"…Challenge her?"
"For your affection."
Drake stared silently.
Then looked toward the ceiling.
"…Death, I blame you for this."
Ciri looked delighted.
"This should be fun."
"No." Drake answered immediately.
"Yes." Both girls replied together.
Wonderful.
The school day somehow became worse when Jackson Whittemore spotted Drake.
"YOU'RE BACK?!"
Jackson immediately abandoned practice and sprinted across the field.
Lydia followed calmly behind him.
Unlike Jackson, Lydia stopped dead upon seeing Drake.
Her banshee instincts screamed.
Power.
Ancient.
Terrifying.
Yet strangely comforting.
Drake noticed instantly.
Interesting.
Lydia recovered quickly.
"…You're not human."
Drake smiled slightly.
"Neither are you."
Lydia froze.
Jackson looked confused.
"What?"
"Nothing." Lydia answered instantly.
Drake tilted his head.
Smart.
Very smart.
Scott McCall entered the field moments later beside Stiles.
And immediately walked straight into destiny.
Scott stared.
Stiles stared harder.
"…No way."
Drake grinned.
"Hey, Stiles."
Stiles looked between Drake and Scott.
Then back toward Drake.
Then screamed.
"YOU HAVE A SECRET WEREWOLF MODEL BROTHER?!"
The entire field went silent.
Drake slowly facepalmed.
Scott blinked.
"…Werewolf?"
Shit.
Too early.
Ciri started laughing uncontrollably.
Damage control became difficult after that.
Mostly because Stiles possessed absolutely no self-preservation.
"Your eyes literally glow!"
"They do not."
"They absolutely do."
"That sounds fake."
"You fought a mountain lion when we were twelve!"
"It started it."
Scott stared between the brothers in disbelief.
"…This is normal for you two?"
"No." Noah answered immediately from across the kitchen.
Then paused.
"…Actually maybe."
Ciri sipped tea peacefully while chaos unfolded around her.
Allison sat suspiciously close to Drake.
Lydia observed everyone like she was solving a puzzle.
Jackson looked offended by the existence of secrets.
Scott McCall lasted exactly one day before everything went wrong.
Honestly?
That was better than Drake expected.
The problem started during lacrosse practice.
Specifically when Scott accidentally launched another player nearly fifteen feet across the field.
The entire team froze.
Coach Finstock stared blankly.
"…I'm either witnessing athletic greatness or several lawsuits."
Scott looked horrified.
"I DIDN'T MEAN TO DO THAT!"
The player groaned from the grass.
"I think I saw God…"
Stiles immediately grabbed Scott's arm.
"Okay yep, we're leaving."
Coach pointed dramatically.
"McCall! If you're on steroids, share them with the team!"
Scott panicked harder.
Drake watched from the bleachers beside Ciri.
"…He's spiralling."
"Aren't all new wolves emotionally unstable?" Ciri asked calmly.
"Yes."
"So technically this is normal."
"…Fair."
Below them Allison giggled quietly while watching Scott sprint directly into a goalpost.
The metal bent.
Scott dropped unconscious instantly.
Silence covered the field.
Drake sighed.
"Yep. Definitely canon."
Ciri blinked.
"You're enjoying this far too much."
"A little."
Meanwhile Lydia was watching Drake instead of Scott.
Again.
Something about him bothered her instincts.
Not in a dangerous way.
In a wrong way.
Like reality itself behaved differently around him.
Jackson collapsed beside Drake on the bleachers.
"You could've warned me my best friend was secretly a supernatural disaster."
"I didn't know either." Drake answered honestly.
"You literally called him becoming a werewolf."
"…Lucky guess."
Jackson stared flatly.
"You are the least convincing liar I've ever met."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
Across the field Derek Hale stood hidden near the treeline.
Watching Scott carefully.
Watching Drake more carefully.
Ciri noticed immediately.
"You know he's there, right?"
"Yep."
"You going to acknowledge him?"
"Nope."
"…Why?"
"Because it's funny."
Ciri looked genuinely disappointed.
"You're immature."
"And yet you still love me."
"That somehow makes it worse."
Practice ended shortly after Scott accidentally shattered another lacrosse stick with his bare hands.
Coach Finstock looked emotional.
"That stick cost forty dollars…"
The full moon arrived three nights later.
Which meant Beacon Hills immediately became everyone's problem.
Scott paced anxiously around Drake's living room.
"I can hear EVERYTHING!"
"Yes." Drake nodded.
"And smell everything!"
"Yes."
"And my anger keeps spiking randomly!"
"Yes."
Scott stopped pacing.
"…You are unbelievably unhelpful."
Drake shrugged.
"I warned you."
Stiles sat nearby typing aggressively into his laptop.
"So according to the internet—"
"That sentence never ends well." Noah muttered.
"—werewolves can apparently turn into giant wolf monsters."
Noah looked exhausted already.
"I miss when my biggest problem was paperwork."
"You still have paperwork." Drake offered helpfully.
"That does not comfort me."
Ciri emerged from the kitchen carrying tea.
Scott immediately recoiled.
"…Why does that smell amazing?"
"Enhanced senses." Drake answered.
Scott looked miserable.
"I can smell every ingredient individually."
"Welcome to being a werewolf."
"This sucks."
Drake blinked.
"…You literally gained superpowers."
"I KNOW BUT EVERYTHING IS LOUD."
Fair point.
Suddenly Scott froze.
His heartbeat accelerated.
Drake stood instantly.
"Full moon's hitting."
Scott's eyes flashed gold.
Claws extended violently.
"No no no no—"
The windows shattered outward.
Scott bolted.
Fast.
Stiles screamed.
"HE JUST BATMANED THROUGH A WINDOW!"
Drake sighed deeply.
"I'll get him."
Outside the preserve practically trembled.
Scott sprinted through the woods like a terrified animal.
Branches snapped behind him.
Breathing ragged.
Heart racing.
Then another scent hit him.
Blood.
Scott froze.
A deer corpse lay torn apart near the stream.
Fresh.
Something growled nearby.
Scott slowly turned.
Yellow eyes stared back from the darkness.
An omega.
Thin.
Starving.
Violent.
The wolf lunged instantly.
Scott barely reacted in time.
He crashed backward into the dirt as claws ripped through the tree beside his head.
The omega snarled savagely.
Scott panicked completely.
Then something massive landed between them.
The ground cratered.
Crimson eyes glowed.
The omega immediately whimpered.
Drake stood silently in front of Scott.
Protective.
Ancient.
Dangerous.
The omega lowered itself submissively instantly.
Drake tilted his head slightly.
"…You're hungry."
The wolf trembled.
Scott blinked in confusion.
"You can understand it?"
"Sort of."
The omega looked injured now that Drake focused properly.
Burn scars.
Hunter traps.
Silver poisoning.
Drake's expression darkened instantly.
"Someone's been torturing you."
The omega flinched.
Scott slowly stood.
"What do we do?"
Drake stared at the terrified creature quietly.
Then sighed.
"…Congratulations Scott."
Scott blinked.
"What?"
"You're getting your first pack member."
"…I'm WHAT?"