After the vacation, Jacob took Brienne and Podrick back to Moat Cailin.
The ancient fortress was quiet, the morning mist clinging to the crumbling towers.
Jacob pulled food from his pocket dimension—enough bread, meat, snacks, and fruit to last them three days—and handed it to Brienne.
"Stay here," Jacob said. "I'll come back in a day or two."
Brienne saluted. "Yes, Your Grace."
Podrick said, "Thank you for the trip, Your Grace. I never thought I would see... any of that."
Jacob smiled. "You're welcome."
Then he returned to Serendell.
---
Serendell
Jacob found Malia and Arya standing in front of the palace.
"I'm going to give her the bite," Malia said.
Jacob looked at Arya. "Are you sure?"
Arya nodded excitedly. "Yes. I want to become like Malia."
Jacob shook his head. "You won't become like her. Malia is a chimera—Thunderbird and Werecoyote. You'll only become a werewolf—or some other kind of shifter."
Arya shrugged. "I know. I want to become a werewolf."
Jacob looked at Malia. "You'll have to teach her control."
Malia nodded. "I will."
Jacob went inside the palace.
Malia's eyes glowed red. Her fangs extended.
"Alright," she said. "Give me your arm."
Arya extended her arm. Malia grabbed it and bit down hard.
Arya gasped—but she didn't scream. Her jaw clenched. Her free hand balled into a fist. She endured.
Malia released her. "Alright. Let's go eat, and you should sleep. The transformation will take a few hours."
They walked inside and joined the others for dinner.
---
The Next Morning — Dining Room
Everyone gathered for breakfast.
Jacob sat at the head of the table. Allison, Lydia, Malia, Melissa, and Sansa sat on either side. Kitty was in a high chair, sipping milk from a small mug. Cogman moved between them, refilling plates and pouring coffee.
Arya was the last to join.
Malia looked up from her plate. Her eyes narrowed. She sniffed the air.
"Oh," Malia said. "You're a wolf."
Arya's eyes widened. "Really? I tried to shift, but I couldn't."
Malia set down her fork. "Let me help you with that."
Her eyes glowed red. She opened her mouth and roared—a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through the room.
Arya's body shifted on its own. Her eyes glowed yellow. Her canines lengthened. Claws sprouted from her fingers. Her breathing turned ragged, and she let out a guttural snarl.
Then she lunged at Lydia.
Lydia didn't move. She didn't even flinch.
Malia stepped between them.
She let out a thunderous roar—a sound so deep and primal that the windows rattled. The crystal chandelier swayed.
Arya froze.
Her fangs receded. The claws withdrew. Her yellow eyes faded back to their natural color. She looked around, confused and frightened.
"What... what happened?" she asked.
Malia crossed her arms. "You lost control. It happens to new wolves." She smirked. "But don't worry. I'll beat your ass until you learn to control yourself."
Arya's fear faded. She smirked back. "Okay."
---
After breakfast, Jacob reached into his pocket dimension and pulled out seven vials of glowing liquid—the Enhanced Luke Cage Serum.
Each vial shimmered with a faint silver light.
He handed one to Allison, one to Lydia, one to Malia, one to Melissa, one to Sansa, one to Kitty, and one to Arya.
Kitty sniffed her vial. "What is it?"
Jacob explained. "Enhanced Luke Cage Serum. It grants complete immunity to fire at any temperature—from any source, magical or mundane. Your skin, muscle, and bones become as strong as titanium steel. Conventional weapons can't penetrate." He held up a finger. "But enchanted bullets and enchanted blades can still hurt you. So don't get cocky."
They all drank the serum.
Their skin flushed. Their muscles tensed. After half an hour, the transformation settled. Their skin, muscle, and bones had become as strong as titanium steel.
They all thanked him.
Jacob nodded. "You're welcome. And remember—you're not invincible. Just harder to kill."
Arya grinned. "I'm going to train."
She ran out of the dining room.
Jacob looked at Kitty. "Go keep an eye on her. I don't want her losing control and killing all the animals she can find."
Kitty nodded and followed Arya at a leisurely pace, her tail swishing.
---
Jacob and his wives moved to the living room.
He reached into his pocket dimension and pulled out six Wyvern Eggs.
Each egg was the size of a honeydew melon, with dark scales that shimmered in rainbow colors. They pulsed with warmth, as if hearts beat inside them.
Allison, Lydia, Malia, Melissa, and Sansa gathered around him, their eyes wide.
Sansa reached out and touched one of the eggs. "What are these?"
Jacob held one up. "Wyvern Eggs." He smiled. "They'll hatch wyverns loyal to us. It's best if each of us hatches our own—drop blood on the egg, and the wyvern will gain some of your powers."
He distributed the eggs—one to each wife, and one for himself.
They each pricked their fingers and let a drop of blood fall onto their eggs.
The eggs absorbed the blood instantly. Cracks spread across the shells. Glowing light leaked through the fissures.
One by one, the eggs hatched.
Tiny wyverns emerged—no larger than puppies, with damp wings folded against their backs. Their scales were soft, their eyes wide and curious. They blinked up at their new parents and chirped softly.
Jacob's wyvern was male—black as coal, with red eyes that glowed like embers. The others were all female.
He scratched the little black wyvern's head. "I'll call you Alex. Short for Alexander—my last name." He smiled. "From now on, you'll be called Alex the Dreadful."
The wyvern chirped and nuzzled his finger.
Lydia cradled her red wyvern, scratching under its chin. The wyvern purred like a cat. "I'll call you, Scarlet."
Malia held her gray wyvern up to her face. The wyvern licked her nose. "I'll call you, Storm."
Melissa cooed at her green wyvern. The wyvern sneezed, and a small cloud of green mist puffed from its nostrils. Melissa's eyes widened.
"I can feel it," she said. "She inherited my plant control. And she has poison breath—along with fire." She smiled and stroked the wyvern's head. "I'll call you Belladonna. After the deadly nightshade."
Sansa looked at her amber wyvern, her expression soft. The wyvern chirped and nuzzled against her palm.
"I want to name you Lady," Sansa said quietly. "Like my direwolf. But Lady didn't end well." She stroked the wyvern's head. "I'll call you Amber."
The wyvern chirped happily.
Allison's white wyvern nuzzled against her cheek. Frost formed on Allison's fingers where the wyvern touched her.
"Mine inherited my ice powers," Allison said, smiling. She looked at the wyvern. "I'll call you, Rukia."
Jacob raised an eyebrow. "You're watching Bleach now?"
Allison nodded. "Yes. It's fun." She looked at him. "Do you think your Nexus Stone could give you Rukia's Zanpakutō someday? I would love to have it."
Jacob shrugged. "No idea. But if I get it, it's yours."
He stood and handed his black wyvern to Malia. "Alright. Take these little ones to Saphira. She can look after them."
He turned to Sansa. "Come with me."
Lydia frowned. "Where are you going?"
Jacob's expression turned serious. "I'm going to test Erica."
Lydia's frown deepened. "Test her for what?"
"You girls like her, right?" Jacob crossed his arms. "So it's time to see if she's worth bringing to Serendell. If she passes my test, I'll bring her here, give her the Hulk serum, and she can be part of our family."
Allison asked, "What's your test?"
Jacob looked at Sansa. "Sansa will be the one testing her. If I show up, Erica will recognize my scent." He turned back to the others. "Sansa will attack Stiles. We'll see if Erica runs away—or if she tries to help him, even knowing she might die."
The room went quiet.
The girls exchanged glances. They didn't like it—but they understood. Not everyone could be brought to Serendell. Loyalty had to be proven.
Sansa handed Amber to Lydia and stood next to Jacob.
Jacob looked at the others. "Don't interfere. And if Stiles or Erica call you, don't answer." His voice hardened. "This has to be real."
He and Sansa walked to the kitchen.
Cogman was polishing the silverware.
Jacob asked, "Cogman, check where Stiles is. I asked him four days ago to come back to Beacon Hills. He said he'd be back today."
Cogman checked Stiles's phone location. "Stiles and Erica are back in Beacon Hills. They're on the road near the Beacon Hills Preserve." He sent Jacob the location. "I've sent you the location."
Jacob nodded. "Alright."
He teleported out of Serendell with Sansa.
---
Beacon Hills
Jacob pulled out his phone and checked Stiles's location. Then he and Sansa flew with their telekinesis, following the map until they hovered above the main road near the preserve.
A familiar blue jeep was cruising down the empty road.
"There they are," Jacob said. "Go. Stop them." He paused. "But don't break Stiles's car. He loves that thing."
Sansa looked at him. "What should I do?"
Jacob said, "Don't hurt Erica too much—she's weak. Tell her she can leave—that you're only there for Stiles." His smile turned evil. "As for Stiles... you can beat his ass without worry."
Sansa hesitated. "Is that... necessary? Isn't he your family?"
Jacob's expression softened for just a moment. "Stiles will forgive me after I tell him why I did it. He'll even be happy—if Erica passes the test and can come to Serendell."
Sansa took a deep breath. "Okay."
She teleported.
---
The jeep was cruising down the empty road, the windows down, music playing softly from the speakers. Stiles was drumming his fingers on the steering wheel, nodding along to the beat. Erica was in the passenger seat, her feet on the dashboard, her head tilted back, eyes closed.
Sansa appeared in the middle of the road, twenty meters ahead of them.
Stiles slammed on the brakes.
The jeep screeched to a halt.
Stiles's eyes darted around, scanning the trees. His hand went to his phone.
He dialed Jacob. No answer.
He dialed Lydia. No answer.
He dialed Allison. No answer.
"Shit," he muttered.
He shoved the phone in his pocket and got out.
Erica grabbed his arm. "Stiles—"
"Stay in the car," he repeated. "I'll handle this."
He walked toward Sansa.
She stood perfectly still, her blue eyes locked on him. Her face was cold, expressionless. The morning light caught her red hair, making it look like fire.
Stiles stopped a few meters away. "Who are you? What do you want?"
Sansa's voice was flat. "It doesn't matter who I am." She paused. "As for what I want..."
She vanished.
Stiles spun around.
She was behind him.
"...I want your life."
She kicked him hard in the back.
Stiles flew through the air like a ragdoll, crashing through trees, snapping branches, until he finally slammed into an oak and fell to the ground.
He groaned. His ribs ached. But the pain was already fading.
He pushed himself up and ran back toward the road, worried about Erica.
He burst out of the treeline and found Sansa waiting for him.
He threw a punch.
She caught it.
Stiles's eyes widened. He had drunk the Hulk serum. He was confident in his strength. But the girl in front of him caught his punch like it was nothing.
Sansa punched him in the chest.
He flew backward again, rolling across the asphalt, and came to a stop on his back.
He stood up. Raised his hand. A Lightning Weasel shot from his palm.
Sansa raised an energy shield. The lightning splashed against it harmlessly.
She waved her hand, and a bird made of pure fire shot toward him—wings spread, beak open.
Stiles tried to dodge, but Sansa froze him in place with telekinesis.
The fire bird hit him.
The explosion sent him tumbling across the road. His clothes were burned. His skin was red and blistered.
He stood up again, ignoring the pain as his wounds healed.
Sansa waved her hand again.
Stiles shot into the sky—then she brought him down.
He crashed into the forest floor like a meteor, creating a crater four meters wide. Dirt and leaves exploded outward.
Sansa sent another fire bird toward him. It exploded when it hit him.
When the fire extinguished, Stiles lay there, broken, bleeding, burning.
Sansa followed him into the woods. She looked down at him—at his injuries, at his pain—and felt a pang of guilt.
But he was already healing.
She waited.
---
Erica couldn't stay in the car anymore.
She ran into the woods and found Stiles in a crater, smoke rising from his body, blood on his lips.
Her eyes glowed yellow. Fur sprouted along her jaw. Claws extended from her fingers.
She roared and charged at Sansa.
Sansa waved her hand. Erica froze mid-leap, hanging in the air like a puppet on strings.
"This has nothing to do with you," Sansa said coldly. "I'm only here for him. Leave, and I will spare your life."
She flicked her wrist, and Erica flew backward, tumbling across the forest floor.
Erica scrambled to her feet and charged again.
Stiles stood up, his body still healing. "Erica, stop! Just leave! Let me handle this!"
Erica ignored him. She attacked again.
Sansa sent her flying again.
Erica got up again.
Stiles attacked—Lightning Weasels, punches, kicks, everything he had. But Sansa was stronger, faster, better. She teleported behind him, kicked his legs out from under him, slammed him into a tree, burned him with her fire.
And every time Erica charged, Sansa threw her back.
Erica was terrified. Her heart pounded. Her instincts screamed at her to run.
But she didn't run. She only thought about helping Stiles. And she kept fighting.
Stiles caught her in his arms after one of her charges, held her tight, and hit her in the neck hard enough to knock her unconscious.
She slumped in his arms.
He laid her gently on the ground and turned to Sansa.
"Please," he said, breathing hard. "Leave her out of this."
Sansa's cold expression cracked.
She looked at Stiles's worried and exhausted face and felt terrible.
"I'm sorry," she said. "My husband made me attack you."
Stiles blinked. "What? Who is your husband?"
Sansa pointed behind him.
Stiles turned.
Jacob stood at the edge of the clearing, leaning against a tree, smirking.
Stiles walked toward him—fast, angry. He grabbed Jacob by the collar.
"I'm going to kill you," Stiles said.
Jacob didn't flinch. "You should thank me."
Stiles's grip tightened. "Thank you? For what?"
Jacob punched him in the chest—not hard, just enough to make him let go. "Let's wake Erica first. Then we'll talk."
He walked to Erica, knelt beside her, and cast a healing spell. White light enveloped her. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Jacob?" She sat up quickly, looking around. "Help Stiles! He's in danger!"
Jacob pointed behind him. "He's fine."
Stiles walked over. "Yeah. I'm fine."
Erica stood and checked him over—his face, his arms, his chest. She sighed in relief when she found him whole.
Then she saw Sansa standing behind Jacob.
Her eyes glowed yellow. She growled.
Sansa stepped forward. "I'm sorry." She pointed at Jacob. "He made me do it."
Erica turned to Jacob. "Why?"
Jacob said, "I wanted to attack Stiles myself. But you would have caught my scent and known it was me."
Erica frowned. "Why attack Stiles at all? Did he do something to you?"
"No. I attacked him because I wanted to test you."
"Test me?"
Jacob's expression turned serious. "I wanted to see if you would run away and leave Stiles alone to die. Or if you would stay with him." He smiled. "You didn't disappoint me."
Stiles finally relaxed. "Alright. What was all of this about?"
Jacob said, "I wanted to see if Erica is worth bringing to Serendell. To be part of our family." He nodded at Erica. "She passed the test."
Stiles grinned. "Great."
Erica looked between them. "Great? I thought you were going to die!"
Stiles smiled. "Believe me, the beating I just took, and the fear we both felt... it was worth it. Serendell isn't just a magical place. It gives you an extra life, basically. You're going to love it there."
Jacob reached into his pocket dimension and pulled out a vial of Hulk serum. He handed it to Erica.
"This is my apology gift."
Erica took the vial, turning it over in her hands. "What is it?"
"It'll make you as strong as Stiles." Jacob paused. "Well, since you're a werewolf, you'll be stronger than him after you drink it."
Stiles's eyes lit up. He knew what it was. "Thanks, man." He lunged at Jacob. "I'm going to kiss you!"
Jacob punched him in the face and sent him flying into a tree. "Disgusting."
Erica finally relaxed and smiled.
Sansa smiled too and walked to Erica. "I'm sorry again."
Erica waved a hand. "Don't worry about it." She tilted her head. "But who exactly are you?"
Sansa pointed at Jacob. "I'm his wife."
Erica raised an eyebrow. "A new wife? But I've never seen you in town. Where did he find you?"
Jacob said, "I found her in another world. I'll tell you and Stiles about it later. Now, let's go to Serendell."
Stiles looked back. "Can you get my jeep?"
Jacob nodded. "Sure."
They walked back to the road. Jacob stored the jeep in his pocket dimension and opened a portal to Serendell.
They stepped through.
---
Serendell
They appeared in front of the palace.
Erica's jaw dropped.
The white stone walls gleamed in the sunlight. Crystal spires rose toward a perfect blue sky. Gardens stretched in every direction, bursting with flowers she had never seen before. In the distance, two mirror-calm lakes reflected the clouds above.
"This is..." Erica breathed. "This place feels... surreal."
Allison, Lydia, Malia, and Melissa felt Jacob's return and teleported to the palace entrance.
Allison smiled warmly. "Erica. Welcome."
Lydia stepped forward and hugged her. "We're so glad you're here."
Erica hugged her back, still stunned.
Jacob held out his hand. "Give me your hand."
Erica extended her hand. Jacob pressed his palm against the back of her hand. A flash of golden light emanated from their joined hands, and when it faded, a faint dragon head mark appeared on the back of Erica's hand before shimmering and disappearing beneath her skin.
"This mark lets you enter and leave Serendell," Jacob explained. "You're family now."
Erica stared at the palace, then at the women smiling at her.
She smiled back.
Jacob said, "Drink the serum I gave you. Then you can spar with Stiles or Malia to help you control your new strength."
Erica uncorked the vial and drank.
The serum burned going down, spreading through her body like liquid fire. Her skin flushed. Her muscles tensed. She clenched her fists and rode out the transformation.
Jacob and the others entered the palace, leaving only Stiles with her.
"Cogman," Jacob called. "Prepare a feast. We're welcoming Erica to the family."
Cogman appeared beside him. "Right away, sir." He paused. "Shall I prepare the torture chamber as well? In case she betrays us? We could torture Stiles as well while we're at it."
Jacob sighed. "No, you psycho. Just the feast. Erica will not betray us. As for Stiles... you can beat him if you want. He tried to kiss me again."
Cogman's eyes lit up. "I will teach him a lesson for you after the feast."
He teleported away.
Stiles, who had been watching over Erica, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
"Why do I feel like I'm in danger?" he muttered.
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