The omega's name turned out to be Isaac Lahey.
Well.
Mostly.
Currently he was still hiding the whole "abused teenage werewolf" thing from everyone.
Drake discovered it anyway.
Because enhanced senses were horrifyingly overpowered.
The bruises beneath Isaac's hoodie smelled old.
Repeated.
Painfully familiar.
Drake's eyes darkened.
Ciri immediately noticed.
"You're angry."
"Yes."
"That poor man." She muttered sympathetically toward whoever caused it.
Scott looked between them nervously.
"…Should I be worried?"
"Probably." Stiles answered before Drake could.
Isaac sat awkwardly on Drake's couch clutching a mug of tea like his life depended on it.
Which honestly?
It might.
Noah walked into the room moments later.
Took one look at the injured teenager.
Then looked toward Drake.
"…What happened this time?"
"I adopted another traumatized werewolf accidentally."
Noah pinched the bridge of his nose.
"Of course you did."
Isaac blinked.
"…Accidentally?"
"It happens more than you'd think." Ciri answered calmly.
"It absolutely should not happen more than once." Noah argued.
Scott sat beside Isaac carefully.
"You okay?"
Isaac looked startled by the question.
Like nobody asked him that often.
"…Yeah."
Drake's hearing picked up the lie instantly.
So did Ciri's.
So did Noah's surprisingly enough.
The sheriff slowly crouched in front of Isaac.
"Kid." Noah spoke gently.
"You don't have to tell us anything tonight. But if someone's hurting you?"
Isaac looked down silently.
And that silence answered everything.
The room changed instantly.
Scott's eyes flashed gold angrily.
Stiles looked furious.
Ciri's expression turned ice cold.
Drake?
Drake looked calm.
Which was infinitely worse.
Noah recognised that look immediately.
"…Drake."
"I'm being peaceful."
"You once ripped a supernatural creature in half."
"It regenerated."
"That is not the point."
Isaac looked between them nervously.
"…You guys are weird."
Stiles pointed dramatically.
"THANK YOU."
Suddenly Drake froze.
Every instinct sharpened instantly.
Someone was approaching the house.
Fast.
Confident.
Alpha.
Derek Hale stepped through the open doorway seconds later.
Then immediately stopped upon seeing Isaac.
"…You found one already?"
Scott frowned.
"One?"
Derek ignored him entirely.
His eyes remained locked onto Isaac.
"Who bit you?"
Isaac looked terrified.
Derek sighed softly.
"…Relax. I'm not going to hurt you."
Scott looked toward Drake suspiciously.
"…Why does every werewolf in this town have unresolved emotional issues?"
Drake and Derek answered simultaneously.
"Trauma."
Silence followed.
Then Stiles slowly pointed at them both.
"That was weirdly synchronized."
The pack meeting became chaos almost immediately.
Mostly because nobody in Beacon Hills understood the concept of "normal conversation."
"You can't just collect strays." Derek argued.
Drake looked offended.
"I'm helping."
"You brought home a random omega."
"He was injured."
"He's still a stranger."
"He's sixteen."
Derek paused.
"…Fair point."
Scott looked between them helplessly.
"So are we like… a pack now?"
"Yes." Drake answered immediately.
"No." Derek answered immediately.
Scott pointed angrily.
"SEE THIS IS THE PROBLEM!"
Isaac awkwardly raised his hand.
"…Can I leave?"
"No." Four voices answered together.
Isaac sank back into the couch.
"…Okay."
Lydia arrived thirty minutes later.
Because apparently banshee instincts now dragged her toward supernatural disasters automatically.
She walked into the room.
Saw six supernatural beings.
Paused.
"…I knew today was going too well."
Stiles brightened immediately.
"Oh good, another mentally unstable person."
"I heard that." Lydia replied flatly.
Her eyes immediately landed on Isaac.
Then narrowed.
"…You're scared."
Isaac stiffened.
Lydia looked toward Drake slowly.
"So is everyone here adopting broken people now?"
Drake considered the question.
"…Apparently."
Ciri smirked knowingly.
Outside thunder rolled across Beacon Hills.
The atmosphere shifted instantly.
Drake's eyes narrowed toward the window.
Something felt wrong.
Ancient.
Hungry.
Even Derek noticed.
"That's not normal."
Then every light in the house died simultaneously.
Darkness swallowed the room.
Scott panicked immediately.
"I CAN'T SEE—"
"You literally have night vision." Stiles interrupted.
"…Oh yeah."
A low growl echoed outside.
Not werewolf.
Something else.
Something old.
Drake slowly stood.
Crimson eyes glowing softly in the darkness.
Ciri's hand rested on her sword.
Derek's claws extended.
Scott swallowed nervously.
"…Why do I feel like this town gets worse every five minutes?"
Noah sighed from the kitchen.
"Welcome to Beacon Hills."
The thing outside the house laughed.
Not growled.
Laughed.
And every supernatural instinct in the room reacted violently.
Scott's eyes flashed gold instantly.
Isaac shrank back into the couch.
Derek looked ready to tear through the wall.
Even Ciri frowned slightly.
"That," she said quietly, "is not normal magic."
Drake stepped toward the front door slowly.
The air itself felt heavier.
Like the preserve was holding its breath.
Another laugh echoed through the darkness.
Female.
Cold.
Ancient.
Then the scent hit him.
Rot.
Blood.
And mountain ash burned with dark magic.
Drake's expression hardened instantly.
"…Necromancy."
Derek blinked.
"That exists?"
Ciri and Drake answered together.
"Yes."
"That's unfortunate."
Noah grabbed his shotgun from the kitchen.
Stiles stared.
"You keep a shotgun in the kitchen?!"
"I live in Beacon Hills."
"…Honestly fair."
Outside the windows shadows moved unnaturally.
Not bodies.
Something thinner.
Wrong.
Scott swallowed nervously.
"…What are those?"
Drake's crimson eyes narrowed.
"Wraiths."
"Cool." Stiles said weakly.
"What's a wraith?"
"A dead person that refused to stay dead."
"…That is significantly less cool."
The lights flickered again.
Then died completely.
Darkness swallowed the house.
A second later every window shattered inward.
Scott yelped.
Isaac nearly transformed instantly.
Black shapes poured into the room like smoke.
Screaming.
Hungry.
One lunged directly toward Lydia.
Drake moved first.
The floor exploded beneath him.
His hand closed around the creature's throat midair.
The wraith shrieked.
Dark magic hissed against Drake's skin.
Then stopped.
The creature suddenly looked terrified.
Drake tilted his head slightly.
"…You touched Death recently."
The wraith screamed louder.
Then disintegrated instantly.
Silence filled the room.
Everyone stared.
Stiles slowly pointed.
"Okay what the HELL does that mean?"
Drake ignored him.
Outside.
At the edge of the treeline.
A woman stood watching the house.
Tall.
Pale.
Long black dress moving unnaturally in the wind.
Glowing blue eyes met Drake's crimson ones.
Then she smiled.
And vanished.
Ciri stepped beside Drake immediately.
"You know her?"
Drake's expression darkened.
"No."
Pause.
"…But I know what she is."
Derek's claws slowly retracted.
"What?"
Drake stared into the forest.
"…A problem."