Teen Wolf: Savage Roots
Chapter 10 — Things Beyond Beacon Hills
Rain poured over Beacon Hills.
Thunder echoed outside the clinic windows as the pack gathered once again.
The mood was worse this time.
Because now—
Someone inside the group had been attacked.
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Eli Hale sat on one of the tables, his injured arm wrapped tightly while Melissa McCall checked the wound carefully.
"It's healing," she said quietly.
"But slower than it should."
That got everyone's attention.
Scott frowned.
"Slower?"
Melissa nodded.
"It's like something is stopping it."
Eli looked annoyed more than scared.
"Well, that's comforting."
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Across the room, Stiles Stilinski paced back and forth.
"Okay, so let's review," he said rapidly. "We've got creepy symbols, cosmic nightmare gods, murder tunnels, and now shadow ninja demons attacking teenagers."
He pointed at Eli.
"No offense."
Eli shrugged.
"Some taken."
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Scott stepped toward Eli.
"Tell us exactly what you saw."
Eli leaned back slightly, thinking.
"It wasn't human."
The room quieted.
"It moved wrong," Eli continued. "Fast… but not like a werewolf."
He looked unsettled now.
"Honestly?"
A pause.
"It looked like a demon."
Nobody laughed.
Not even Stiles.
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From the corner of the room, Isaac Lahey spoke quietly.
"Maybe it serves him."
Scott looked over.
"The God without a name."
The room went still again.
Isaac crossed his arms.
"If this thing really exists… then maybe those creatures are part of its army."
Lydia looked uncomfortable hearing that.
"An army from where?" Liam asked.
Isaac glanced toward her briefly.
"…Hell."
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Thunder cracked outside.
For a second, nobody spoke.
The silence felt old.
Heavy.
Like the mystery itself was breathing around them.
It reminded Scott of years ago.
Back when every answer only created more questions.
Back when being supernatural felt smaller.
Simpler.
Now?
Now it felt endless.
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Scott looked over at Eli.
And for just a second—
He saw Derek.
The same eyes.
The same stubborn attitude.
The same fire.
His chest tightened painfully.
God…
He still missed him.
Not a day passed where he didn't think about Derek Hale.
The way he always acted annoyed while secretly caring.
The way he carried everyone's pain without talking about his own.
Scott lowered his head slightly.
"I wish he was here," he admitted quietly.
Nobody joked after that.
Because they all felt it.
The absence Derek left behind still haunted the room.
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Later that night…
Scott stood alone outside the clinic under the rain.
Then the door opened behind him.
Ethan Steiner stepped out.
"You okay?"
Scott laughed softly.
"Not even close."
Ethan nodded like he expected that answer.
For a moment, both of them just listened to the rain.
Then Ethan spoke.
"You know…"
"There's more out there than Beacon Hills."
Scott glanced at him.
"What do you mean?"
Ethan leaned against the wall.
"People think the supernatural starts and ends with werewolves, kanimas, hunters, dread doctors, spirits…"
He shook his head.
"That's not even scratching the surface."
Scott frowned slightly.
"There are creatures all over the world."
Ethan continued.
"Things you won't find in any hunter book."
Scott crossed his arms.
"Like what?"
Ethan looked at him.
"Weretigers."
Scott blinked.
"…What?"
Ethan smirked faintly.
"Tigers."
He continued calmly.
"Shapeshifters capable of turning into human form, tiger form… sometimes hybrid forms stronger than both."
Scott stared at him.
"You're serious."
"I've seen one."
That shut Scott up immediately.
"They usually stay around Southeast Asia and India," Ethan explained. "Old bloodlines. Ancient clans."
Scott processed that slowly.
"So there are entire supernatural species we've never heard of?"
Ethan nodded.
"And if those exist…"
His expression darkened.
"…Who knows what else does."
A beat passed.
Then Ethan looked toward Scott seriously.
"Maybe they all came from the same place."
Scott's eyes narrowed.
"…Hell."
Ethan didn't answer.
Which was answer enough.
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Then Ethan spoke again.
"Scott… I need your help."
Scott looked at him.
"With what?"
Ethan hesitated.
Then finally said it.
"You heard how Allison came back."
Scott's face tightened immediately.
"The Nogitsune."
Ethan nodded.
"I've been thinking…"
His voice lowered.
"Maybe there's another way."
Scott already knew where this was going.
"Aiden," he said quietly.
Ethan looked away.
"And Derek."
Silence hit hard.
Ethan swallowed.
"I know it sounds insane."
Scott sighed heavily.
"You're not the only one who thought about it."
Ethan looked back at him.
Scott continued.
"I researched everything I could after Derek died."
His jaw tightened.
"There's nothing."
A pause.
"Nothing except the Nogitsune."
"But it's gone."
Rain poured harder around them.
Then Scott said something that made Ethan freeze.
"The only thing that might know how…"
Scott slowly looked up into the dark sky.
"…isn't in this world."
Ethan stared at him.
Scott's voice lowered.
"It's in another dimension."
A long silence followed.
Then Ethan whispered:
"The God without a name."
Scott didn't answer.
Because deep down—
He already knew it was true.
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Far beyond Earth.
Beyond reality.
Beyond hell itself—
A throne sat in darkness.
Massive.
Endless.
And upon it—
Something watched.
No face.
No body.
Only shape without shape.
The God without a name rested one arm against the throne.
Below him—
Thousands of creatures knelt.
Not willingly.
Chains made from living flesh wrapped around their bodies.
Some screamed.
Some begged.
Some had no mouths left to scream with.
The god listened to them all.
Then—
A small creature crawled forward.
Child-sized.
Shaking.
Terrified.
"My lord…" it whispered. "Please… mercy…"
Silence.
Then the god slowly reached downward.
Not to kill it.
Not immediately.
Instead—
He touched the creature's head gently.
Almost lovingly.
The creature started crying in relief.
Then—
The god forced it to stay alive.
As he slowly tore its soul out of its body.
Not quickly.
Not violently.
Slowly.
Carefully.
Like someone peeling skin from fruit.
The creature screamed for what felt like hours.
And the god…
Laughed.
Not because of pain.
Not because of cruelty.
But because he truly enjoyed it.
Around the throne—
Even demons lowered their heads in fear.
Because evil feared evil greater than itself.
And somewhere far away—
The god smiled.
Because Scott McCall had finally started asking the right questions. 🐺