The human monster of teen wolf

I woke up with my mind still racing, torn between what to do about Kate and Peter. Kate was a manipulative sociopath, but Allison still loved her. Letting her die would be the easiest option, but it would break Allison's heart. Peter, on the other hand, could be a valuable source of information, but his obsession with power made him dangerous.

From what I remembered, the only time Peter stopped caring about being an Alpha was when his daughter came into the picture—but that took time. Maybe if I brought her in earlier, it could change things. Once Derek became the Alpha, he could turn her back into a human, and I could help her learn control. I wasn't sure I wanted Derek to have her in his pack just yet.

Then there was the question of my friends. Should I let Derek turn them into werewolves? They'd probably accept it, and honestly, it wouldn't matter much to me either way. 

I was still lost in thought when my phone buzzed with a text from Allison.

Allison: Scott disappeared last night. He went to stop Peter from going on a date with his mom. He texted me that he did, but after that—nothing.

So, Scott was missing. Great. At least Allison and Scott were back on speaking terms, but that wouldn't matter if Scott ended up dead.

I remembered Scott being injured in the show when he confronted Derek, and I knew Derek was captured. But what good was knowing all this if I didn't know how to use it? I needed to do better. I needed to start helping them again—starting with Scott.

I knew he was at Deaton's clinic, healing up. With that in mind, I grabbed some clothes, got dressed, and headed out. The clinic had a "Closed" sign hanging on the door, but I ignored it and went around to the back. As I stepped inside, I saw Scott lying down, with Deaton standing over him.

"Kai? How did you know I was here?" Scott asked, his voice tired but steady.

"Allison texted me. I had a feeling you'd be here," I said, stepping closer.

"You knew Deaton was in on the supernatural?" Scott asked, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"I found out yesterday. Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I just got shot. I'll be fine. Deaton gave me something to speed up the healing," Scott reassured me.

Before I could say anything else, the chime of the front door rang. I already knew who it was before I even turned my head. Scott seemed to realize it too, his face tensing as Deaton moved to the front. I walked with him—I wasn't about to miss my chance to talk to the crazy Alpha.

When we stepped into the front area, Peter Hale stood there, looking as smug as ever. His eyes flicked over to me briefly before settling on Deaton.

"We're closed," Deaton said firmly.

"I'm here for a pickup," Peter replied, his voice smooth as ever.

"I don't remember you dropping anything off," Deaton said, unimpressed.

"This one wandered in on his own," Peter said, tilting his head toward the back.

"Even if he did, I can't help you. We're closed," Deaton repeated.

"I think you can make an exception this one time," Peter said, his voice laced with something dangerous.

"I'm sorry, that's not going to be possible. Maybe come back during regular hours," Deaton replied, unwavering.

Peter's expression darkened slightly. "You have something of mine. I'm here to collect it."

I took a step forward, meeting his gaze. "Are you hard of hearing? He said he's closed."

Peter took a step forward but suddenly stopped, his body tensing like he had hit an invisible wall. His eyes flickered with irritation as he tested the barrier, only to find he couldn't move past it.

"Mountain Ash? That's an old one," Peter muttered, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, though his frustration was evident.

I crossed my arms. "And even if it wasn't there, do you really want a round two?"

His smirk faltered as his sharp gaze locked onto me, something dark and calculating flashing through his eyes. "What are you?" he asked, his tone laced with suspicion.

"Human," I answered simply.

Peter let out a scoff. "You can't be human. You're too strong."

I smirked. "I am human. But I'm also the one who stands at the pinnacle of all races."

Of course, that wasn't entirely true. The Beast, the Ghost Riders, the Hellhound, and the Anuk-Ite were still out of my league. But Peter didn't need to know that. Right now, I just wanted to flex.

Peter grabbed a chair and hurled it at me. I caught it mid-air with ease and, without hesitation, threw it right back at him. He dodged, his eyes narrowing as he took a step back.

"We're closed," I said, my voice calm but firm.

Peter's gaze flicked between me and Deaton before he turned on his heel, heading for the door. But just as he reached it, he paused. His lips moved in a low whisper, but I heard every word—he was threatening Allison once he left, me and Deaton went back to Scott A quick glance at Scott told me he heard it too.

"He's going after Allison," Scott said, tension clear in his voice.

"I know, I heard him too," I replied.

Scott turned to me, his panic rising. "What are we going to do?"

"First, calm down. He won't go after her yet," I reassured him.

"But he's still going to, eventually," Scott argued.

"Yeah, he will. Any idea why?" I asked

Scott hesitated for a moment before realization dawned on him. "Derek got captured by the Argents last night… when I was protecting Jackson from him."

"Okay, here's the plan—you figure out where they're keeping Derek, and I'll go warn Allison," I said.

Scott nodded. "Okay. Thank you, Kai."

"No problem. Happy to help a friend," I replied before heading out.

I went home for a while, needing to think through my next moves. Peter wasn't a direct threat to me, but if I pushed him too hard, he could lash out and hurt a lot of people. I had to be careful.

For now, I didn't need to worry about Allison—I'd already texted her about Peter. I also knew Scott would sneak into the dance, and Jackson would spill everything to Chris, just like I wanted. Chris needed to be at the house. He was going to find out Scott was a werewolf, but more importantly, he had to confront Kate and learn the truth about his sister.

As for Kate, I had made my decision—she would die and come back as a Werejaguar. Because, in a way, she was a victim too. Gerard had turned her into a sociopath. He was the true monster, the one who molded Kate into what she became. His twisted dogma led to the Hale fire, setting everything in motion. His obsession with eradicating werewolves created Deucalion, who in turn was responsible for the Darach.

Allison's mother had taken her own life because of that same toxic ideology—as if werewolves couldn't be hunters themselves, fighting against supernatural forces that truly deserved to be stopped.

This cycle of violence had to end. And I was going to be the one to break it.

That didn't mean Kate was completely innocent. She wasn't. But I was willing to give her a chance at redemption.

Her punishment? Becoming the very thing she hated—a supernatural creature. A Werejaguar. If she had any hope of change, this would force her to confront the reality that supernatural beings and humans weren't so different after all.

But if she stayed the same? If she continued down the path of cruelty and destruction?

Then I'd kill her myself.