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The shadows as your friends (we embrace our darkest moments)

Day 4 of @scottappreciation

Rating: Teens and Up

Word Count: 1102

Characters: Scott McCall, Deucalion, Theo Raeken.

Sumary: Keep your friends close and your enemies closer. Deucalion receives a very interesting call from an old rival.

Warning: Not Beta Read

Deucalion was far more perceptive than the average person. Obviously. He was a werewolf. Used to be an Alpha to top it all off.

But even for werewolf standards, Deucalion was still one of the best strategists laying around. Not that he would ever answer any other call, if it came at all.

Scott McCall was atypical in every sense of the word.

For one, he refused to kill, which was just as well since that’s what ended up landing him the True Alpha power up that Deucalion was craving to have in his pack, when he still had one.

He also spared him, and many of his opponents for that matter. At the time, he was torn between being grateful and thinking it was incredibly stupid. The newly ascended Alpha and Derek had allowed that darach witch to escape when they decided to spare him, after all, and it took almost a month for him to actually come to terms with that turn of events.

So, Deucalion will admit to being surprised to receive a call at all.

“I need your help,” the True Alpha’s words sounded like a chain around his neck. His life was indebted to him, who knew he’d known how to pull at the chain all along.

“You never cared for my advice,” retorted Deucalion, as he prepared himself to turn down the man that allowed him to live. Such debts cannot go without reciprocity.

“It’s not advice I need; I know the type of Alpha that I want to be, and it’s not like you,” Scott’s severe words cut deeper than he should ever know, but it was fine. Deucalion would not tell.

“This is a sort of heads up, and I’m also asking for a favor,” Scott continued after a pause without any response coming from the former Alpha; “consider it an act of good grace, for whatever that’s worth: someone’s going to look for you, he’s recently come by some Alpha powers, but he’s not fully a werewolf.”

A pause, likely to let Deucalion adapt to the new information.

Someone not fully a werewolf. While not impossible in theory, Deucalion has never really heard of any possible hybrids of supernaturals, which means this is either something that was very well hidden from him —which was unlikely— or it was a fairly recent occurrence, most likely not a naturally occurring phenomenon.

“They’re called chimeras, and this someone assembled a pack of them; he wants to know how to be more powerful,” continued Scott.

“And this person thinks that he can convince me to help them.”

“I doubt he’ll ask nicely.”

“Let’s assume I believe you, that this person is somehow stronger than me, do you really think I’d go down without a fight?” inquired Deucalion.

“I’m not saying that he’s stronger than you, I’m letting you know he’s very manipulative and resourceful, he’s been helping a group of people known as the Dread Doctors.”

At that mention, Deucalion recalled Talia Hale being quite preoccupied with that particular legend.

“They are believed to have ties with a werewolf known as the Beast of Gevaudan; there are rumors that they want to raise it from the dead. They passed by the town a couple of years ago, but Alan couldn’t find any concrete trace of them,” Talia had explained back then, “I hope we never have to encounter them; the Argents are bound to seek to honor their first ancestor to ever hunt down a werewolf. They present a danger to everyone.”

“I’ve heard a thing or two about them,” was Deucalion’s response.

Scott sighed, and the former Alpha finally realized just how tired it sounded.

“The point is: he’ll go and find you.”

“And what do you suggest I do about it, Scott?”

“Do you still believe that is best held on your own?” Scott asked, suddenly.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed this Scott, but I haven’t had a pack in quite a while.”

“Well, do you?”

This time, it was Deucalion that sighed.

“You showed me a better way, Scott, I have no intention of having another pack and feed on the temptation of becoming an Alpha again, of that I can assure you.”

“Then, if I asked you to do me a favor, would you be open to it?”

“It depends on the favor, of course,” he lied, attempting to distance himself from the need to repay his life-debt; “what do you have in mind?”

“You need to let Theo Raeken capture you, earn his trust and make his pack lose trust in him.”

Deucalion tutted.

“Well, well, well, color me impressed mister McCall, that is a truly ruthless tactic, you do not seem the type.”

A growl came from the other side of the line.

“I don’t want anyone else getting hurt, but he can’t be the one to reach the Beast first. He’ll kill him, and then we won’t be able to stop him.”

“The Dread Doctors managed to resurrect the Beast?”

Scott’s silence told him that that was the case.

Pity.

“Then I suppose it cannot be helped, something needs to be done and, clearly, I’m your only hope.”

“He needs his pack to disband, if he is left weakened, he won’t be able to kill the Beast himself.”

“How do you suppose I would earn his trust? Surely me walking into an obvious trust will not help things,” Deucalion was embarrassingly eager to know what Scott had in mind.

“Are you still blind?”

“I have my moments, is all I’ll say.”

“Then pretend to be blind.”

That took Deucalion by surprise.

“Why, mister McCall, you and I both know that me receiving my fellow Alpha’s spark cured my blindness.”

“But you lose your Alpha spark, because of me.”

It took Deucalion a second to understand what Scott was implying.

“You think that by pretending I still want revenge against you for that he’ll know to trust me?”

“I mean, that can’t be all, you kinda have to sell it, but I think you being blind again would give you enough deniability for him to let his guard down,” argued the young Alpha.

“A fascinating hypothesis. Anything else I would need to know about this Raeken fellow?”

“For as smart as he is, he wants power more than anything, that’s pretty clear. Promise him power, to feel secure at the top, and I think you’ll win him over,” Scott concluded.

Deucalion chuckled at that.

Well, after all, Scott McCall was clever. Quite ruthless if he was asking the Demon Wolf to help.

This Theo Raeken will never see it coming.

[wasabi-gumdrop]

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textless ver below the cut:

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Also, the text on one of the clips reads:

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if not i’ll resend it bc i had the thought which means i must inflict it on others

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Happy Birthday to the wonderful, amazing, spectacular, and lovely @flowersforthemachines!!!! ❤️

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mmm more SAGAU thoughts. you having to save a world that betrayed you so terribly.

the deep, primordial Abyss is the one thing that does not yield to you. despite its denizens long since accepting and loving your presence, your kindness, Foul Legacy most of all. they did not worship you, no- you were a friend, the one they desired to protect. for Legacy, his most beloved. they love and adore you, but the Abyss from beyond the sea cares nothing for things like affection. it only craves to devour anything and everything until only it is left to tear pieces of itself apart for eternity, and you can do nothing to stop it, destruction and creation.

unless, it consumes you.

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he watches the Abyss fall silent as your light winks out, and Foul Legacy weeps.

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