The pack discovered Drake's new ability by accident.
Mostly because Stiles walked into a portal mid-rant.
"Okay but hypothetically if Batman had—"
Then he vanished.
Silence hit the loft instantly.
Scott blinked.
"…Did Stiles just disappear into another dimension?"
Drake stared at the still-open rift in horror.
"…Possibly."
"No no no NO," Lydia snapped immediately.
"GET HIM BACK."
Drake reacted instantly.
The portal widened.
And through it—
Everyone could hear Stiles screaming.
"WHY IS THE SKY GREEN?!"
Peter looked delighted.
"This is the best thing that's ever happened."
Scott shoved him aggressively.
Drake focused carefully.
Unlike before—
The dimensional pathways actually made sense now.
He could feel the structure of reality.
The spaces between universes.
Threads connecting worlds together.
And somehow instinct told him exactly how to navigate them.
"…Found him."
One sharp movement—
The rift reopened fully.
Stiles fell out immediately clutching what looked suspiciously like alien fruit.
He hit the floor hard.
Then slowly looked upward.
"…I would like it formally documented that Drake is banned from opening hell doors."
"That wasn't hell," Drake answered.
Stiles pointed violently.
"THERE WERE FLOATING WHALES."
Ciri looked intrigued.
"…Interesting."
"No," Stiles corrected instantly.
"Traumatizing."
Jackson folded his arms.
"So what exactly can you do now?"
Drake paused thoughtfully.
Then answered honestly.
"…I think I can travel anywhere."
Silence.
Peter's eyes widened slightly.
"…Anywhere anywhere?"
"Yes."
"That is catastrophically useful."
Lydia narrowed her eyes.
"And catastrophically dangerous."
Also true.
Drake looked toward the fading portal quietly.
Different worlds called to him instinctively now.
Ancient instincts awakening alongside curiosity.
But unlike before—
The feeling no longer resembled hunger.
It resembled wonder.
The Alpha Pack Arc officially ended three weeks later.
Deucalion's pack vanished from California entirely.
Kali and Ennis disappeared into South America.
The twins remained in Beacon Hills as unofficial allies.
And Deucalion himself left after one final conversation with Scott.
And Drake.
The meeting happened beside the Nemeton at dawn.
The preserve remained calm now.
Peaceful.
Deucalion stood silently beneath the ancient tree.
No violence.
No manipulation.
Just honesty for once.
Scott crossed his arms.
"So that's it?"
Deucalion smiled faintly.
"For now."
Then his blind eyes shifted toward Drake.
"You've changed."
Drake considered that carefully.
"…I stopped hating what I am."
"Yes."
Deucalion nodded slowly.
"And that makes you infinitely more dangerous."
Oddly enough—
Drake didn't disagree.
Because accepting himself hadn't weakened him.
It stabilized him.
The cosmic power inside him no longer fought against his humanity.
It coexisted with it.
Death appeared briefly behind Drake then.
Silent as moonlight.
Deucalion stiffened immediately.
Even now—
Ancient predators feared her.
Death looked toward Drake softly.
"You are balanced now."
Drake glanced sideways.
"Mostly."
"You opened reality itself last Tuesday."
"…Mostly."
Scott smiled despite himself.
The sun slowly rose over Beacon Hills.
Warm light filtering through the trees.
Peace.
Real peace.
For the first time in a long while.
Deucalion finally turned to leave.
But before disappearing into the preserve—
He stopped.
"One warning."
Scott frowned.
"What warning?"
Deucalion's expression darkened slightly.
"If he truly learns to master those portals…"
His head tilted slightly toward Drake.
"…There are things in other realities that will eventually notice him."
Silence.
Peter immediately looked excited.
"Oh good. Multiversal problems."
"No," Derek answered flatly.
"Not good."
Drake watched the sunrise quietly while the others argued behind him.
Other worlds.
Infinite realities.
Infinite possibilities.
And for once—
The future didn't feel terrifying.
It felt open.
Beside him Ciri slipped her hand into his gently.
"You're thinking too loudly again."
Drake smiled softly.
"…You want to see another world someday?"
Ciri looked up at him immediately.
Excitement flashing in her eyes.
"Yes."
Drake looked toward the horizon.
Toward endless realities waiting beyond existence itself.
Then for the first time since awakening—
The ancient cosmic predator smiled without sadness.
"Then let's find a good one."
Weeks passed peacefully.
Which felt deeply suspicious in Beacon Hills.
Scott focused on school and pack responsibilities.
Jackson became aggressively competitive about mastering his werewolf abilities.
Peter started giving "life advice" nobody asked for.
And Derek—
Derek somehow adopted three more traumatized teenagers without meaning to.
Normal Beacon Hills behavior.
Meanwhile Drake and Ciri disappeared from supernatural drama almost entirely.
Mostly because they spent all their time at home together near the edge of the preserve.
Quiet.
Hidden beneath massive trees.
Far enough from town that Drake's accidental reality distortions bothered fewer civilians.
The pack visited constantly anyway.
Especially Stiles.
Who somehow kept acquiring a spare key despite repeated confiscation.
"You cannot keep stealing keys to my house."
Stiles looked offended.
"I'm emotionally attached to this kitchen."
Ciri snorted into her tea while Drake glared tiredly.
The house itself slowly became peaceful.
Warm.
Lived in.
For the first time in what felt like centuries—
Drake had a home.
Not territory.
Not shelter.
Home.
One rainy afternoon Drake stood barefoot in the backyard while Ciri circled him slowly with a training sword.
"You're distracted."
Drake dodged lazily.
"You've said that six times."
"Because you keep staring at the sky dramatically."
A sword slash cut through the air.
Drake leaned backward effortlessly.
"…I'm thinking."
"Dangerous hobby."
Ciri attacked faster this time.
Drake finally moved seriously.
The backyard exploded into motion instantly.
Sword against claws.
Teleportation flashes.
Reality bending around movement too fast for normal eyes to track.
Trees shook violently.
The ground cracked beneath Drake's feet whenever he stopped holding back physically.
Ciri grinned wildly during the fight.
Good.
She always looked happiest during combat.
Drake caught her wrist suddenly mid-attack and pulled her close.
Both breathing lightly.
Rain falling softly around them.
Ciri raised an eyebrow.
"…You're cheating again."
"I'm adapting."
"That's just cheating with confidence."
Drake smiled slightly.
Then Death appeared beside the porch casually holding tea.
Because boundaries meant nothing to her.
"You broke another mountain."
Drake looked mildly defensive.
"It was small."
Death sipped her tea calmly.
"In another dimension."
"…Technicality."
Death started visiting regularly after that.
Not ominously.
Just casually.
Like an immortal cosmic entity dropping by family dinners was completely normal.
Noah stopped questioning it after the third visit.
Adaptation was survival in Beacon Hills.
One evening Drake and Ciri sat in the living room floor surrounded by books while Death observed quietly from the couch.
Ancient journals.
Maps of dimensional pathways.
Fragments of Drake's recovered memories.
Entire universes existed within those pages.
Ciri looked fascinated.
"So these worlds are real?"
"Yes," Drake answered softly.
"Every reality branches differently."
Death smiled faintly watching him explain.
Proud.
Always quietly proud.
Drake pointed toward one sketch carefully.
"This one contains ancient vampires far older than most supernatural species."
Ciri leaned closer.
"The Originals?"
"Yes."
Drake's expression turned thoughtful.
"The magic there is old. Territorial. Emotional."
Death added quietly—
"And dangerous enough to interest you."
Ciri grinned immediately.
"That sounds fun."
Drake pointed toward another page.
"A different reality ruled partly by celestial beings and devils."
Ciri blinked.
"…Lucifer?"
"Yes."
Death looked deeply amused now.
"I've met him."
Both Drake and Ciri looked at her instantly.
"…What?"
Death shrugged elegantly.
"He talks too much."
Fair.
Another page turned.
Symbols.
Hunters.
Angels.
Monsters.
Endless war hidden beneath humanity.
Ciri recognized the name immediately.
"Supernatural."
Drake nodded slowly.
"That world is unstable."
"Meaning?"
"The apocalypse happens every few years."
Ciri considered that carefully.
"…Okay maybe not vacation material."
Drake actually laughed softly.
Good.
He'd been laughing more lately.
Another shift.
Another universe.
Ciri's eyes widened slightly.
"Naruto?"
Drake nodded.
"Violence disguised as political infrastructure."
"…That is somehow incredibly accurate."
"And this one," Drake continued while turning another page carefully.
"Bleach."
Death looked vaguely annoyed.
"The soul bureaucracy there is exhausting."
Ciri stared openly.
"You've visited these places before?"
Drake hesitated briefly.
Then nodded slowly.
"Long ago."
Not as a tourist.
As something older.
Something hunting threats between realities.
Ciri noticed the shift in his expression immediately.
So she leaned against him gently.
Grounding him again.
"You're not alone in those memories anymore."
Drake looked down at her quietly.
"…No."