Chapter 18: My cats more powerful than me

(authors note: we cut it a bit close but here as promised. Extra chapter for 200 PS)

Chapter 18: My cats more powerful than me

"I don't know what he is." Argent admitted.

I just stayed silent. After all, how the hell was I, someone who was not a part of the supernatural world supposed to admit I knew who I was.

I didn't need to mention Noshiko yet, since she had taught me what I know, and I didn't feel like ratting her out. Especially when she has helped me out so much so far.

"What do you guys smell? What do you feel?" Allison asked, as the werewolves turned their heads towards me.

"We feel a primal desire to hunt." Derrek said, as Aiden, Scott, Issac, Ethan and Derrek all looked towards me.

I knew werewolves were attracted to my blood, and Mr Yakamura explained it as an insatiable desire to bring Cherubim blood. It seems it wasn't so bad since my bloodline was so watered down.

"When Stiles came near him, he instantly calmed down." Aiden explained.

"When Lydia gets near him, she loses control and wants to stick with him." He continued.

"Werewolves want to kill him to drink his blood. It isn't an extremely strong feeling, but it lingers in the air, like it would for one during the full moon." Scott continued.

For a seasoned wolf, the full moon bloodlust wasn't that unbearable.

"He looks familiar…" Kira admitted, as she looked at my face.

None of the comments so fat got to me, but that one did slightly. However, in about an instant, I pulled my thoughts into normalcy, since I already accepted that it doesn't matter if my cover gets blown.

"Augustine, right?" Derrek asked, as he squatted in front of me.

Derrek Hale, one of my favorite characters inside of the show, and someone who will end up losing his powers temporarily soon.

"Yeah." I replied.

He then looked down onto the floor, and transformed into his wolf form.

Then, I watched as with his morphed face of excessive facial hair, fake like teeth and blue eyes, he roared at me. "ROAR!"

I stared straight back at him, and had to fight back the urge to laugh. My emotions signaled nothing to the wolves since I had it under control.

"He feels no fear." Derrek told the group. "Why are you not scared?" He asked me.

"Because to me you look like a dog tryna get its master's attention." I told him honestly.

"Lack of fear, or is it control of internal emotions? Or maybe innate arrogance and pride his race releases." Argent thought out loud.

"He has heightened bodily functions. Probably senses too." Aiden told the group.

"Why would you say so?" Scott asked him.

"Since when I tried to pull his hand with all of my strength, he didn't even feel it." He admitted.

Wait, so he really did use strength? Are wolves that weak? Or is it because he is an Omega.

"He also scared off the Nogitsune." Aiden revealed, and told them what had happened.

"I will narrow it down in the Bestiary. Dad, want to take a look with me?" Allison asked her father

"Sure." Argent replied.

I didn't know if the group would find any information, but I honestly didn't bother too much. I would be minding my own business unless they asked for my help.

I didn't really have anything to worry about with my future knowledge.

When I master my powers, I'll have complete control over the emotions of all living beings and control over sound. Something that hits at the speed of sound, I might as well be invincible.

Most supernaturals also have a weakness so I need to find out what mine and my enemies are.

So, I will need to become an expert in the supernatural.

And maybe to protect myself well, I will need to amass my own supernatural group…which shouldn't be too hard, right?

However both my powers are passed through bloodlines. According to Noshiko, a Cherubim is 100% bloodline based and Tritons were the same.

Maybe I should make my own group of Alpha wolves or something.

The Sheriff then walked into the room, looking and feeling depressed and told the group what Stiles' condition was like right now.

"It's not good." The Sheriff admitted.

"Sheriff, if I may. I should be able to help you bring over doctors from New York. Specialists." I told him honestly.

Throughout the Teen Wolf show, at least in the latter half, money became a problem for most families, but I was never one to be stingy.

I would earn in the future, and I had money to spend now so why should I not?

"Thank you, that would be a great help." He admitted, while thanking me.

The Sheriff then let us go in to see Stiles.

As I saw the scans on the 2 screens, they really did look extremely similar. To a trained eye, it probably went further.

"Don't these look extremely similar?" I asked, as I used my powers to radiate a sense of trust.

"Right…that's what I was thinking." The doctor said out loud, while thinking.

The Sheriff also seemed to get a revelation slightly, judging by the change in his aura, but he didn't say anything.

Lydia quickly walked up to me and was extremely close to me while I looked at the screens.

I was honestly starting to get a little bothered by this…but I understood her position. Hearing those voices during training was fine. Especially when I was in control.

But Lydia in the early stages of her powers basically goes crazy to find clues.

With me, she seemed happy, since she didn't have to hear those crazy voices and could feel at peace.

I then walked into the MRI room where everyone was talking to Stiles.

"Guys I have a question." I asked, as some of them turned to look at me.

"Kira told me something about her being a Fox."

"Kitsune," she corrected.

"Right, that. If Stiles is this dark-fox."

"Nogitsune." She corrected again.

"Then it's a trickster right?" I question, to which some nodded.

"What are you getting at?" Stiles asked me, and I could feel a glimmer of hope from his aura. I could also faintly feel the Nogitsune's aura, now that I gained more control of my powers.

"I think this entire frontotemporal dementia thing is fake. I think it's Nogitsune messing with you guys." I revealed.

At that revelation, Stiles seemed relieved that he didn't have an incurable disease.

…

5 AM, right on the dot again, I woke up.

What time did I go to sleep…around 4.30? I still had work to do so I got off of my bed, throwing Archer off me.

Archer seemed to love this new morning routine, as he never complained about flying suddenly in the mornings.

As I went into my driveway, I saw multiple boxes being lined up.

About 50 of them.

An entire gym's worth of equipment. With a squating area, deadlifting area, free weights, plats and the whole set.

About 25K in costs.

Adding to the 5K for the MRI of Stiles which I had paid for, the costs for Archer and ordering take out everyday, I was raking up expenses. Barely denting the 20 Million I had, but I couldn't continue spending money like water.

I moved all of the plates inside of my Garage which barely fit everything.

Did I need a bigger place? Maybe a place like Nakamura's. I really liked their place, it seemed modern and fancy.

I wonder how much it cost. Might need to check into moving for a new place.

Then I thought about how I was barely keeping this place clean.

"Should I hire a maid?" I thought warming up on bench with 2 plates on each side, 100 Kgs.

As I brought the bar down and pushed it up, the bar quickly flew up, and I had to control it from not flying out.

"Alright, maybe warm up with 4 plates." I said out loud, as I loaded up 4 plates, around 180 Kgs.

My warm up was already reaching my personal best from my previous life but this had just shattered it.

As I moved the plates down, I felt slightly strain, and while pushing it up, I remembered to flex my chest muscles and push it up.

After doing that, he slowly moved up, eventually reaching the maximum weight for these custom weights.

10 plates, 420 Kgs. That was a weight I had to try, and slightly struggled to push up.

But still, I could feel I was nowhere near my limit.

This was definitely superhuman strength. Sure while some people were stronger than me that were human, that was only because of their insanely high body weight and they take steroids.

Sure, I was cheating too, but was that really the point.

I then moved on to different exercises, warming my body up for the morning, before checking my texts from Benjamin and Mike.

[Mike: We have released all 5 songs you have sent so far. Love story, Silence, Under the Influence, Fear for nobody and The Nights. Might as well have made an album.]

[Me: I am going to be releasing extremely often, you wanna make an album every week?]

[Mike: You know some professionals release like, 6-8 songs a year right?]

[Me: Well I am not some professionals]

"I am somebody who has thousands of great songs in his mind."

"Meow." Archer said quickly, as he licked his paws while I took an ice bath. Another habit engraved into me. I didn't even feel it at all, it was just the norm.

"What do you mean I'm cheating you stupid cat. You don't even know what I am talking about."

"Meowwwwwwww." He meowed at me as he…DID HE JUST WALK THROUGH THE WALL?