Scott would make visits to Beacon Hills whenever he would catch word that things were quiet. Quiet wasn't normal for Beacon. Beacon Hills didn't do "quiet", especially after the last four years' attempt to kill the true alpha and his pack. Cold, bellowing winds knocked over trees and houses, which was definitely not normal for California summers. This was Beacon Hills' "normal."
Scott stared into it's mouth. What seemed like rows upon rows of razor sharp teeth lined it's jaws, roughly the size of Scott's head. Bloody gashes where its eyes should have been, rested on its slimy, scaled and scarred head. It looked like a dragon, without any wings or legs, replaced with clawed appendages, barely clinging onto any skin or muscle on its slender, snake-like body.
Inches away from the alpha's face, it took a thick inhale of hot air, and suddenly it was roaring and chasing Scott through the woods, knocking down trees and snapping at the werewolf's ankles.
Yeah, he wouldn't lie, he missed this.
The pack stood around that goddamn veterinary table, where about 55% of their lives were planned around that very table. Deaton walked into the room, beastiary in hand and a worrysome look across his face. Malia stood by the alpha, with Corey and Mason in the corner. Scott had already called Stiles, who responded with unwavering enthusiasm, followed by dissapointment that he wasn't there for it.
Theo and Liam hung around the table as well. No one was still entirely sure why the chimera was invited in the first place, but it was supposed that the more help they had, the better.
"Forest naga. Is that even a thing?" Mason queued, baffled. Scott turned back to Deaton.
"It's real. It almost tore my leg off." Scott said, stoic and solemn. Mason shrank back into the corner.
"Can werewolves grow limbs back?" Mason muttered.
"We're werewolves, not lizards, Mason." Liam stated, rhetorical skepticism in his expression. Corey let out a cough. Liam mouthed a sorry to the chameleon.
"I think I saw it too." Theo added. "It... didn't try to go after me, though." The conversation directed to Theo, who went a little pale under the sudden attention.
"I was in my car. It came straight up to the windshield. I got out and growled but, it just passed right by me, like it didn't even notice me."
Deaton flipped through the beastiary with determination, stopping midway.
"Forest naga were beasts summoned by the ancient highland people to hunt and kill werewolves for eating their livestock." He mused.
"So how did you get away?" Malia stared, asking her boyfriend.
"It got right up in my face, and right before I was going to claw at it, I think it smelled me again, and it hesitated."
Deaton closed the book. "It smelled Malia. She's not a werewolf, so it figured you might've not been a werewolf."
"Werewolf, werecoyote, isn't that the same?" Mason queued. Malia flashed her eyes at him, and Mason figured he should just stop talking for the remainder of this meeting.
"No, they're different species. If the naga was summoned specifically to hunt werewolves, it's not going to kill anything but werewolves."
"So, it's going around hunting werewolves. Okay, great, we got that solved." Malia pushed. "I'm not a werewolf, I can fight it."
"Me too." Corey chimed in, before Theo simply rolled his eyes. Liam shot him a glare, and he let out a groan.
"We'll need everyone to help, myself included." Scott added.
"I can't do anything, I'm part-werewolf, remember?" He defended. Deaton stopped to think.
"It's not the same. You might have werewolf traits, but if I remember correctly, like you said yourself- you're a cheap knockoff. Not the real thing." The doctor began. "The naga will smell chimera, not werewolf."
"Okay, so Malia's scent saved Scott. So Malia just has to... give her scent to Scott, again? How does that work?" Mason asked. "And will it work on Liam?"
Suddenly, the alpha was blushing and the werecoyote had gone still.
"Um, Mason. I smell like Malia because Malia is my girlfriend." Scott whispered.
"Okay? I smell like Corey, he's my boyfriend."
"I'm not just his girlfriend, I'm his mate, idiot." Malia growled, as Scott placed a restricting hand on her shoulder. "He smells like me because we're mated, y'know. Mated."
Corey leaned over to whisper in the human's ear and suddenly Mason was letting out an embarassed "ohhhhh."
"So, this thing will chase me down and eat- EAT me, because I smell like a werewolf." Liam asked, panic filling his words.
"You are a werewolf." Corey said.
"I don't want to smell like one!"
"Then you need to mask your scent if we want to take this thing down without causing an ordeal." Scott told his beta. Liam felt his stomach drop. He had absolutely no idea how to do that.
Thankfully, Deaton interjected. "It wouldn't work anyway. He'd have to mask it with another scent. Hiding it would just make it more obvious to the beast".
"Okay, we have a werecoyote, a chameleon and a-" Mason stopped. "And... a Theo." The older Chimera narrowed his eyes and barred his teeth at Mason. "What do we do with that information?"
"I'm not... mating with Liam." Malia spat, clinging onto Scott's arm. Corey opened his mouth to speak, but Mason caught his words.
"No." He said. Corey shut his mouth and vanished.
Liam rubbed the bridge of his nose, groaning.
"Is my life that unimportant?"
Mason held his hands up. "It's not that! It's just-"
"Mating is complicated, Liam. It's more to do with physiology than psychology." Scott added, trying to comfort his beta.
Theo had stayed completely quiet this entire mating ordeal, but the beta could smell his anxiety about it. The room refocused on Theo.
"Wh- No! Absolutely not!" Both Liam and Theo protested the idea, Scott smelling the embarassment and feeling the heat radiating from the two.
"Look, you could listen to us drone on about how we can beat this thing all day, or we can try this and make some progress-" The alpha was getting impatient. "It's to keep you safe, Liam."
Theo crossed his arms and sighed. "Whatever. I'll do, whatever it is that you're... implying." Liam stared back, wide-eyed at the older boy.
"Great, we'll meet back tomorrow once everyone's werewolf is good and hidden." Scott clasped his hands together and the group dispersed. Liam was not okay. Not okay at all.
Theo cleared his throat and bit his lip. "I-"
"Stop. Just stop there. Come over in an hour and-" Liam stopped to mutter oh my god this is actually happening under his breath. "Come prepared to, god, I don't know, stay awhile?"
Theo smirked at the beta and was rightfully met with a fist to the jaw.