Teen Wolf Imagines

I'll Protect You (Scott McCall)

Things were going perfectly fine up until the moment you found the death threat on your front door. It was a pleasant, sunny morning. You had actually woken up without feeling exhausted, which was nice. It was shaping up to be an agreeable day. Then, you had heard the sharp knock on your door.

Yawning, you stumble blearily to the front door. Your parents, tired after long days of work, were still blissfully asleep and so the responsibility for answering whatever insistently knocking early-morning caller fell squarely on your shoulders.

Oddly enough, by the time you pull open the plain wooden door, your would-be guest has vanished. You poke your head out of the door, blinking in the bright light of morning, but you can't see anybody. Strange.

You're just about to head back inside and dismiss the whole venture as one of the younger neighbourhood kids playing a prank on you when you spot the folded paper lying a few feet away from the doorstep. Frowning, you pad over to it and pick it up, but your confused look turns into a troubled stare when you unfold the plain, unwrinkled note. It doesn't say much, just a few words typed onto the stiff white paper.

We know what you are. We will be coming for you.

This alone spells danger, but it's the grey heading at the top of the paper that really starts to worry you. This threat is sent by the Argents, legendary hunters of people exactly like you. And if they know what you are, you'll be dead by morning for sure.

Checking the empty streets one last time for possible messengers, you quickly hurry back inside, slumping down into a nearby chair. Your parents don't know you're a werewolf, hell, neither do any of your friends. You've kept your supernatural identity a locked-away secret that only you know. You've never breathed a word about it, never gone wandering on full moons, and barely even used your supernatural abilities at all. How do the Argents know?

Of course, it's not how they know that you should be focusing on. Regardless of what they did to find out your secret, they'll be coming for you. You stare out of the window unseeingly, turning things over in your mind until you arrive at one last-ditch plan to save yourself.

Just as you've feared, there are people watching you from the second you walk through the doors of Beacon Hills High School. You've suspected for some time that there are a few junior hunters attending your school, and your theory is proven correct when they watch your every step. No one else seems to know about the fact that you're a werewolf, but there's a definite group of four or five people shadowing you no matter where you go.

Thankfully, the one class you need the most is your first period of the day. You head gratefully into your AP Bio class, nodding a distracted greeting to your teacher, who announces that you'll be starting a partner project. Careful to avoid suspicion from the few potential hunters in the front, you slide quietly into a seat next to one particular dark-haired boy.

When Scott McCall notices you sitting next to him, he looks at you in confusion. "Not to be rude, but don't you usually sit next to-" You cut him off briskly, pulling out your textbook and turning to the assigned page. "Yeah, but Ms. Finch said partners so I figured it would be alright." You lean over the book as if starting to work on the assignment, but speak instead in a hushed tone.

"I need your help. It's something really important." Scott nods slowly. "Okay, what do you need help with?" You hesitate for a moment, deliberating on how best to explain your situation. "It's the Argents. I know you're a True Alpha, I need your help so they don't kill me."

Scott looks stunned for a second, then turns to you. "You're a werewolf. How did I not know about that?" You laugh lightly. "I've been trying to keep it under wraps, but I found a death threat at my doorstep today from the Argents, and some of the wannabe hunters have been trailing me all day. I don't know what to do." Without attracting too much suspicion, you fish the note out of your backpack and hand it to Scott, who reads it quickly before giving it back to you."