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The forest shook with violence.
Gunfire ripped through the darkness as the hunters pushed deeper into Hale territory. Muzzle flashes lit the trees like brief bursts of lightning—sharp, blinding, and gone just as quickly.
But every shot only revealed how surrounded they were.
The wolves were everywhere.
Branches cracked overhead as one of the hunters spun, heart hammering. His flashlight beam trembled wildly across the canopy.
"Watch the trees!"
Too late.
A dark shape dropped from above—silent, massive, unstoppable.
Claws tore through his rifle and into his throat in one brutal motion. The windpipe collapsed under the force before he could even scream. His body hit the ground with a dull, final thud.
"Alpha! There's an Alpha in the trees!"
Panic spread instantly.
This wasn't what they had prepared for.
They had expected injured survivors.
They had expected fear.
They had not expected retaliation.
And they definitely had not expected two Alphas.
Near the eastern ridge, Laura Hale moved like a storm unleashed.
Her wolf form tore through the undergrowth with terrifying speed, paws barely touching the ground as she weaved between trees. Leaves scattered violently in her wake, branches snapping as if the forest itself bent around her.
A hunter raised his rifle, eyes wide.
"THERE—!"
The shot never came.
Laura slammed into him with overwhelming force, her body colliding like a battering ram. The impact sent him flying backward into a tree with a sickening crack—bones breaking before he even hit the ground.
He barely had time to gasp before she was on him again.
One step.
A single, precise motion.
CRACK.
The sound echoed wetly as her paw crushed his skull. Blood and fragments splattered into the leaves beneath him.
Her glowing red eyes burned down at what remained.
No hesitation.
No mercy.
Only Alpha fury.
Nearby, another hunter fired three rapid shots.
The bullets tore into bark—splinters flying—but Laura was already gone, vanishing into the darkness like she had never been there.
"Where did she—"
He didn't finish.
Derek Hale crashed into him from the side.
The force drove the air from the man's lungs as they hit the ground. Derek didn't stop. His claws ripped through the back of the hunter's skull, fingers gripping bone as if it were nothing.
With a brutal twist—
Snap.
The spine gave way.
"Wrong forest," Derek growled, his voice low and deadly.
"Fall back!" another hunter shouted from behind a fallen log.
But the command came too late.
Growls echoed from every direction.
Low.
Close.
Closing in.
Shadows shifted between the trees as wolves circled them—silent, coordinated, patient.
Predators in their own territory.
Back in the clearing, the younger members of the pack huddled behind fallen trees and jagged rocks. Their eyes were wide, reflecting flickers of distant gunfire. Some trembled. Others clung to each other, trying to stay quiet.
Watching.
Listening.
Surviving.
At the center stood Talia Hale.
Even weakened, she stood unshaken.
The wolfsbane still lingered in her system—her breathing slightly measured, her movements deliberate—but her presence filled the clearing like something ancient and immovable.
Alpha.
Beside her, Alan Deaton stood calmly, his sharp eyes tracking the forest. His satchel rested at his side, the faint scent of herbs drifting faintly in the air—mountain ash, crushed roots, something older.
Arthur sat on a large rock nearby, elbows on his knees, listening.
Gunshots.
Howls.
Screams.
He rubbed his temples slowly.
"Okay…" he muttered. "This is way more intense than the show."
Deaton glanced at him.
"You seem strangely calm for someone in the middle of a massacre."
Arthur shrugged, leaning back slightly.
"Well… when your main fighters are two Alphas and a bunch of very angry werewolves…"
He gestured lazily toward the forest.
"…I'm pretty sure the hunters are the ones having a worse day."
Another howl echoed through the trees.
Louder.
Deeper.
Arthur blinked. "That one sounded… personal."
Deaton nodded slightly. "Laura is learning to project her Alpha voice."
Arthur winced. "Yeah, I felt that one in my spine."
Talia spoke without turning.
"She is not holding back."
Arthur glanced at her. "Should she?"
Talia's answer came without hesitation.
"No."
On the western edge of the forest, several hunters regrouped near their vehicles.
One reloaded his rifle with shaking hands, fumbling the magazine.
"This wasn't the plan!"
Another leaned against the car, blood smeared across his face, one arm hanging uselessly at his side.
"We were told the pack was crippled!"
"They are!" a third snapped, though his voice lacked conviction. "They lost members—this should be easy!"
He pointed toward the trees, his hand trembling.
"Then what the hell is that?!"
A deep growl rolled through the darkness.
The sound froze them in place.
Slowly—
Carefully—
They turned.
Between the trees, two glowing red eyes appeared.
Then another pair.
Then more.
Shapes stepped out of the shadows one by one.
Wolves.
Silent.
Watching.
Waiting.
And behind them—
Something larger moved.
The ground seemed to shift as Laura Hale emerged into the moonlight in full Alpha form, her size dwarfing the others, her crimson eyes burning like embers in the dark.
The hunters froze.
One of them whispered, voice barely audible—
"…that's not possible."
Because standing beside her—
Another Alpha presence pulsed through the forest.
Even from a distance, they could feel it.
Heavy.
Ancient.
Unyielding.
Talia Hale.
The realization hit all at once.
This wasn't a wounded pack.
This wasn't an easy hunt.
They had walked straight into a territory defended by two Alphas.
Back in the clearing, Arthur stared toward the forest, listening carefully.
The gunfire was slowing.
Fading.
The chaos was shifting.
He exhaled slowly.
"Well…"
He looked toward Deaton.
"…I think the hunters are starting to realize they made a terrible life decision."
Deaton listened, head slightly tilted, reading the sounds of the forest like a language.
Then he nodded.
"Yes."
Arthur crossed his arms, relaxing slightly.
"Good."
He leaned back against the rock, staring up at the dark canopy above.
Then muttered under his breath—
"Because if they stayed any longer…"
A distant howl
…Laura might accidentally rewrite the entire Teen Wolf timeline tonight.