Initiations

The night was thick with shadows as Jasper ventured deep into the Beacon Hills Preserve, his breath steady, his mind alert. He could still feel the lingering surge of power from the transformation he'd experienced earlier. This wasn't just a new form, Jasper knew—it was a revelation about his identity. Nyx's silent words filled his mind with clarity: You are a progenitor, Jasper, an origin for a new werewolf line. Not bound to one form but two—wolf and bipedal.

Testing his bipedal form had already been electrifying, and now he felt the stirrings of an ancient call, summoning him to explore his full wolf form. Taking a deep breath, he allowed the transformation to take hold, his body becoming fluid, bones shifting, as he melded into a sleek, powerful wolf. The air around him sharpened, every scent heightened, every sound like music to his ears. In this form, he felt closer to nature and the legacy of Nyx—a guardian, a creature of the night in its truest form. He prowled the forest, instincts heightened, relishing the freedom this shape granted him.

As dawn broke, Jasper shifted back, his heart still beating with the thrill of what he had become. There was much to process, but he knew one thing for certain: Scott deserved to know some of the truth. He had his own destiny to fulfill, and if he could help guide Scott, even a little, he would.

The following day at school, Jasper noticed the tension on Scott's face as he and Stiles stood off to the side, deep in discussion. He approached them, signaling for Scott to follow him somewhere private. Stiles, ever curious, tagged along.

They slipped away to a secluded area of the Preserve, where the trees formed a protective canopy. Once there, Jasper turned to Scott and Stiles, eyes flashing a soft red for a moment as he began to speak.

"There's a lot more to this world than you know," Jasper started. "The werewolf hierarchy you've heard about—alphas, betas, omegas—that's only a part of it. You need to understand the legacy you're a part of now. Werewolves, Hunters, packs... these go back centuries. I wasn't just... turned like most of us. I'm what's called a progenitor. One of the origin."

Scott's eyes widened, and he looked over at Stiles, who was already hanging on every word. He could see the realization dawning in Scott's face, the weight of what he was learning pressing down on him.

"So…," Scott began, hesitant, "does this mean you're trying to… get me to join your pack?"

A faint grin tugged at the corner of Jasper's mouth, and he met Scott's eyes with a gleam of something deeper, an unwavering confidence as his crimson-red Alpha eyes flashed. "Scott, your destiny isn't to be a Beta under me," Jasper said firmly. "You have something different waiting for you."

Scott looked down, feeling relief but also a sting of confusion at Jasper's words. His mind quickly drifted to Allison, the girl who had been everything to him since they'd met. Even now, all he wanted was to protect her from this world of secrets and danger."But...then why help me? The things with Allison and... everything else—it's a mess."

Seeing the flicker in Scott's eyes, Jasper's jaw tightened. He spoke before he could stop himself. "You keep talking about Allison," Jasper said, a sharper edge to his tone than he intended. "But do you even realize what it means for her to be a part of this world, which she already was a part of simply for having the last name 'Argent'? and now to be… my girlfriend?" There was a subtle undertone of jealousy, something Scott picked up on instantly.

Scott blinked, caught off guard. "Yeah, I know she's your girlfriend," he replied, trying to sound nonchalant but failing. "But this isn't about you or me, Jasper. This is about her safety."

The two were silent, the tension thickening as they locked eyes, each with his own stake in Allison's world. Jasper's Alpha aura flared again for just a moment as he restrained himself, knowing that showing any weakness—even a slip of emotion—could complicate things.

Jasper eventually spoke, his voice softer but laced with conviction. "I want her safe too, Scott. But we protect people in different ways. And you… you'll learn what it takes to protect her."

Scott wasn't sure if it was a warning or advice, but he knew his world was already vastly different.

Stiles, who had been quiet, finally chimed in. "So… what does this mean for, like, all of us? Does this make Scott special, too? Is he…?"

Jasper chuckled, appreciating Stiles' tenacity. "Everyone's special in their own way, Stiles. But Scott is different, yes. He's stronger than he thinks—and I'm here to help him figure that out."

The three of them stood in silence for a moment, the weight of Jasper's revelations settling on them. The forest around them was alive with the sounds of morning birds, the soft rustle of leaves. It was a new day, and Scott felt an odd sense of calm washing over him, as if he'd finally found a piece of the puzzle.

Jasper's red eyes flashed one last time as he spoke, sealing his commitment to guide Scott on this journey. "Remember, Scott, there's strength in being yourself. You don't need anyone's approval, not even mine, to be who you are meant to become." With that, Jasper turned and began to walk away, leaving Scott and Stiles to process what they had just learned.

As they headed back to school, Scott felt a renewed sense of purpose, a new kind of power stirring within him. It was the start of something bigger—something that would forever change his life.