Catastrophic Eruption◦Theo Raeken [ 1 ]

FOUR

"I guess I look a little different since the fourth grade."

Ronnie thought back to fourth grade, trying to figure who the hot kid in front of her was and why he claimed to know them, but to no avail, all the memories she had in fourth grade were the ones she created in the principle's office.

Apparently, Scott had knew the boy, the look on his face saying it all. His eyebrows furrowed together as he gave the mystery guy another look, this time recognizing him, surprise clear in his voice, "Theo?"

Her eyes widened, wondering how she didn't place the boy she had nearly scarred after chucking a lizard- one of his biggest fears as a kid - down his pants. That was the first encounter she had with the boy in front of her. She took the chance to look him over. She couldn't help but think he looked hotter since the last time she's seen him but was never going to actually admit it. Well, maybe.

Theo smiled, his pearly white teeth showing, confirming Scott's suspicion.

Malia looked between the two, leaning forward to the true alpha, "You know him?"

Ronnie spoke up, eyeing Theo as she sighed, "Vividly."

He smiled, his eyes on Ronnie, replying with his own response, "They used to."

"Trust me, I never thought I'd see you guys again," Theo started, a smile still played on his lips, "Couple of month ago, I heard about an alpha in Beacon Hills and when I found out that his name was Scott McCall," he shrugged his shoulder, "I couldn't believe it."

The pack eyed the boy as if trying to figure out who he was but two of them, of course, Stiles and Ronnie, weren't believing a word the boy was saying. There had to be a reason why he, miraculously, appeared from thin air and not want anything. If it had been Ronnie, she would've found someway to benefit herself.

Stiles and Ronnie were the only ones who seem to realize that.

"Not just an alpha but a true alpha," he stated.

"What the hell do you want?" Ronnie spoke up, her arms crossed to make her look tougher than she already looks.

"To come back to Beacon Hills, back home with my family," he smiled, then finally finishing off his little speech, "Because I want to be apart of your pack."

"I knew it!" Ronnie brought her hands together, in victory, "The hot guys always want something. If it isn't sex, it's to join your pack and i'll-"

Instead of finishing her sentence, she reached forward ready to jump on him but, unfortunately for her, her brother grabbed her before she could do any real damage to the boy. While Scott had shot her a look, Stiles couldn't be more glad he had someone on his side, especially when it was Ronnie.

"I'll just be standing over there," she saved herself from getting into trouble, as she pointed to a spot next to Stiles and left Scott's side. The spastic boy, discreetly, gave her a high five on the low so no one would see there little scene.

Scott had been thinking it over. He couldn't believe he traveled all the way to Beacon Hills from wherever he lived, only to tell him he wanted to join their pack.

But Stiles and Ronnie had been suspicious of the boy.

❃

The true alpha and his best friend pushed open the dark blue doors of Beacon Hills High as they all walked through.

"We haven't seen the kid in years, you don't find that highly suspicious?" The flannel covered boy argues, trying to explain to him his theory.

"I agree with Stiles," the red haired girl raised her hand, coming in between the middle of the two, "It has been almost eight years since we last saw him and he comes back into our lives in one night. How does that even work for you, Scott?"

"You too, Ronnie?" he sighed, stopping in his tracks for a moment, "Besides, i'm more concerned about the guy that just tried to kill me."

Ronnie's mouth gaped, as she registered the wolf man that had almost killed her brother. She felt guilty for being more worried about Theo Raeken than who wolf man was and what he wanted. It, too, seemed to hit Stiles as he came to a halt.

Suddenly, Malia's phone buzzed, signifying she received a message from God knows who. She let out a sigh of relief, letting the phone in her hand drop to her sides, along with her hands, "I'm in."

The four friends felt glad that they had another one in the pack that would walk along their side in their senior year.

"I passed," instead of feeling glad like Ronnie thought she'd be, shock came more across her face than happiness did. Ronnie fist pumped in to the air as Stiles brought her in for a hug.

"I'm officially a senior," Ronnie reached forward, bringing her into a side hug, before muttering a, "hell yeah."

"Thank god," their moment was cut short when a frustrated Lydia came to view, "Where have you guys been? The whole senior class is here!" A hesitant look came across her face, "Are we doing this or not?"

The five smiled at he strawberry blonde, giving her a response when they walked forward. Scott had his arm around his girlfriend, along with Stiles and Ronnie had her arms around the banshee.

And the six friends headed towards the high school's library.

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After much waiting in line, the pack finally reached to the front of the line, the initials from the people visible to all of them. Ronnie had wanted to skip all of them knowing her she could've made it happen, but they managed to put her against the idea.

First, it had been Stiles, then Lydia, and after asking Lydia if what they were doing had been considered vandalism, in which she replied with a 'no, technically', it had been Kira.

She handed the black, permanent marker to the were coyote, hesitating if she should write 'M.T.' or 'M.H.'

Malia gave the marker to Scott and Ronnie couldn't help but look at the other initials he wrote down just below his.

A.A.

Ronnie's breath hitched at her former best friend's initials. It brought many memories to her like the first time she spotted the girl talking to Lydia. The first time they talked was at Scott's lacrosse game, when they were bonding over knifes, she wouldn't be skilled the way she was now with sharp items if it hadn't been for the huntress even if she was experienced before they had met.

When it was Ronnie's turn, she looked back at her friends, them giving her a warm smile before she turned back around. She looked at all the initials of her pack, wondering what would happened after senior year, also writing her initials down with the marker.

V.M.

She handed the marker to the kid behind her, walking towards her pack. She put an arm around Lydia, once again, mimicking the other two couples who had done the same with their significant other.

"She would've been with us," Stiles looked at Scott, assuring the teen wolf wolf.

"She still is," Lydia replied to the boy.

Ronnie couldn't help but think what would it be like if Allison was still there with them. Hanging out with each each other like old times, with smiles on their faces and laughing so hard their stomachs hurt. She imagined herself in Allison's position, if she had been the one to die that night and not her. She thought if she was going to be missed by her friends or if they were going to be relieved the pain in their asses had finally left them.

But everything happens for a reason.