What is a chimera?

A chimera is a creation of two different DNAs that do not match. A normal person can therefore never be a chimera unless part of their body originates from their own body.

Young Dunbar chewed on his sandwich, bored. His breakfast today consisted of just a sip of stale water, which he had just managed to gulp down his dry throat before jumping into the school bus, which was, to his chagrin, over-punctual. Yes, you heard right, Liam had recently started driving the bus again because his car had, for some unknown reason, made the acquaintance of a tree. At least, this was the white lie that the novice driver told his stepfather. But what had actually happened was something completely different. Something to do with an accordion-shaped silver hood and torn leather seats, the slits of which looked like the imprints of superhuman claws. The blond-haired boy swallowed. Luckily his stepfather hadn't taken a closer look at the destroyed car, because how could he possibly answer the not insignificant questions?
No matter what he stammered, Liam would have fallen off the back and in doing so would have involuntarily revealed things that could be life-threatening for anyone not involved. And the little beta wanted to prevent that at all costs.
"Hey buddy?"

Coughing, the boy pounded his well-trained chest. The timidly bitten piece of white bread, which tasted unusually strongly of cardboard, got stuck somewhere between his throat and esophagus and caused him to gag loudly several times. He thumped wildly on the rubber soles of his white sneakers, tears formed in his turquoise eyes and when the helpless boy thought he was close to fainting, the saving object pushed itself right in front of his cute snub nose. "W-water," he croaked almost soundlessly before his demanding mouth pressed the opening of the 0.5 liter PET bottle against itself and tipped down the entire remaining contents. Heavens, this had to be untrodden paradise. He felt freedom, freedom without resistance, as the last remaining drop tickled his irritated throat. Completely relaxed, he leaned back and took another deep breath before the empty plastic was quickly placed on the matte natural wood of the table. A superhuman being that almost met its end with a bread crumb. It was somehow pure irony and yet at the same time it was almost unbeatable in terms of enormous stupidity. Even though his mood had been like an old piece of chewing gum stuck under the benches, he was able to muster a slight, gentle smile before the chocolate brown eyes of his best friend looked at him suspiciously again.
"Are you okay? Good!"

Manson hadn't really waited for a proper answer from him, and then the enormous, hard right fist was directly on his skull. "OW!!!" Whimpering, he held his throbbing head. Even though the high school student had been a werewolf for a long time, Liam felt pain like any normal person, which probably didn't necessarily mean that his best friend was to blame, as he had dealt him an enormous blow. The confused-looking man then pulled his lower lip and waited for a reasonable explanation, which promptly came, just not necessarily in the way that the young beta expected. "I didn't expect it at all, you walking sleeping pill. What's wrong with you, you idiot?"

The familiar turquoise eyes were wide, while he thoughtfully scratched his protruding lower lip with his incisors. He hadn't realized at all that he was showing it off so obviously that even Mason got wind of it. Well, OK, Mason was his best friend, the calming influence in his restless mind, who really knew everything about him and by that, Liam meant everything. With fangs, glowing eyes and wolfish hoots, and to his surprise, he took everything very calmly. In fact, he was almost unstoppable with enthusiasm and wanted to find out everything and be involved in everything, which really annoyed the werewolf in training, because unlike him, Mason was a completely normal person and people just don't have the miraculous self-healing ability that the werewolves among them did. "Oh, Liam, finally spit it out!"

"It's n-nothing... really" Liam was already annoyed by his uncertain, stumbling tones before they had even completely reached the room, because only then had his counterpart really drawn blood, which was known to be noticeable by the way his dark eyebrows took on a rather unusual shape and moved towards his hairline. Completely annoyed, he finally dropped his almost untouched sandwich forward. He had never felt hungry anyway, it was just a distraction, which worked wonderfully, as the dark pair of eyes was in front of him, directly on his confused head, trying to penetrate it. He rolled his eyes in displeasure at the realization and then let them wander around exhausted.
The cafeteria was empty with the admission of the two, you could even have heard the mosquitoes coughing if you could bring yourself to do so. But the little beta was not ready for that either, he actually didn't want to think about anything, close his eyes and be somewhere else entirely, if it weren't for the constant annoyance. Humming in front of him, which finally made him answer, albeit reluctantly. "I haven't slept much, that's all." It wasn't a lie, but it wasn't completely true either.

"You've been doing that quite a lot recently." Wait a minute? Wait a minute? How did his better half know about it without him ever mentioning it? OK, he had run into the meter-high glass door of the exit in the south wing just yesterday and if he hadn't been supernatural, his face would probably have looked like a minefield. But that could also have had something to do with his extreme clumsiness, which he never got rid of even after years of having hypersensitive abilities. Skeptically, his gaze rested on Mason again, who grinned at him knowingly. "The lessons with Mrs Adams, you remember?"

"Oh no!" Desperately, he let his medium-blond hair bang forward onto the all too familiar wood, which didn't exactly make a quiet noise, it would have been more likely to wake sleeping dogs, but Liam didn't care at all right now, because of course he remembered. It was Wednesday last week. The first two lessons were actually always his favorite, because history just came naturally to him. He absorbed every word he understood like a sponge and immersed himself in worlds he had probably never dared to dream of. But maybe that was the problem. The whole thing led to a disastrous situation, where he half lay down on his open book, snoring loudly. The resulting threads of drool were still clearly visible between pages 304 and 305 and would probably cover him for the entire school year. He mumbled dejectedly to himself, while his snub nose pressed against the table top. "I'm so exhausted." He certainly was, as this sin did not go unnoticed and was one of the reasons why he was one of the last to leave the high school building every day, as the house dragon had given him a month of detention. The young Dunbar really appreciated that Mason was so nice and waited for him. Normally, at least, when it didn't turn into an intense question and answer session like today, with him being the main topic. "Cheer up, kid, it'll be fine."

"Hey! You're not exactly a giant, Mason," said the young werewolf, no less grumpy than the last few words he had added to the conversation. But at least he could be heard clearly again now, as the blond shot up surprisingly quickly to stare at his friend in amazement. How could he take it all so calmly? That would put his grade in the wrong direction, way down. His full mouth remained open for a moment, when suddenly the flat left hand stroked his tense back encouragingly.
"But definitely bigger and now tell me, is it because of Hayden..."

"Here you are." Dark brown hair and eyes, a fearful but friendly personality and always a lovely smile on his not necessarily unattractive face, but definitely supernatural. Corey Bryant was something between a werewolf and a human with superpowers, but neither was complete. It was hard to explain, but the ability to make himself invisible was something Liam was pretty jealous of. Just like the time his classmate spent with his best friend, which wasn't exactly abnormal as a steady couple, but somehow bothered the lonely beta. A feeling he didn't really know about himself and made him think as he watched the two exchange small, tender kisses. The blond smiled sadly. This feeling of having someone you trusted 100 percent, who was always by your side and loved you deeply and passionately with every facet of your being, that must be indescribable. Wait a minute? He stopped in his tracks, tense. Maybe that was it? This constant mood that was currently hanging over him like a shadow? The basis that kept him awake at night and even denied him the food he desperately needed? So Mason wasn't so wrong with his conclusion, except for the question of who was making his rumbling heart jump around in such a confused manner.

"Want to take you with him?"

"What? Uh, no thanks, I still have something to do."

Liam winced in shock, having penetrated so far into spheres that he only just managed to get the last syllables across so as not to attract even more negative attention. He really couldn't use that now, as his actual goal of appearing as normal as usual was still the highest priority. So he bit his cheeky tongue not exactly gently, because of course the little Beta didn't miss the sad look as he threw his black backpack over his left back and slowly stood up. He actually had the feeling that this conversation hadn't ended yet, because the look on Mason's face spoke volumes, but apparently something fundamental was holding his best friend back, which Liam, to his dismay, couldn't figure out, no matter how much he racked his sweet, fluffy head. But maybe it was better not to think about it any further, to put on a rather strange smile and head for the adjacent library. Which of course was just an excuse to get away as quickly as possible, because the two lovers wouldn't be able to keep up anytime soon, the considerate friend was pretty sure of that.

"We missed you at the last pack meeting!"

Liam could kick himself right now if he could. Everyone here knew by now that the quickest way to the bus stop was the parking lot of the entire student body, and the 17-year-old knew how to handle this information very well. He didn't meet anyone here who wanted to get to him anyway. Because his friends' first year of college was in full swing at the same time and otherwise the young Dunbar wasn't exactly popular, but that didn't bother him that much. So how was he supposed to know that the dented blue box of a Jeep, patched up with lots of gray duct tape, was parked right in front of him and was probably just waiting for him to arrive? "H-hello, Scott, are you here?"

"Get in!" There was definitely no room for contradiction as the young Beta guiltily let his tense shoulders droop and crawled through the open passenger door. He gave his Alpha no more than a sideways glance, who was leaning calmly but with a less stern look right next to the door and flexing his broad arm muscles in his bent position. Liam had already known then that ignoring all calls and messages would cause problems. Sighing, he leaned back and let his gaze wander through the entire car. The traces of nostalgia crept into his sensitive nose and made it tingle continuously.

What hadn't they all experienced in this half-collapsing vehicle? He, Scott and..."Stiles" he let this name slide quietly through his clenched teeth while the familiar roar of the diesel engine made the frame vibrate. About two years ago, he had still been able to curse the two of them with the death-dealing look. One acted hastily without thinking and the other thought without acting. Individuals who were fundamentally so completely different, like the sun and the moon, light and dark, human and werewolf, and yet one attracted the other and only with the union of both components could even the most bizarre goal be crowned with success. Yes, the little beta missed Stiles, in whose car he was currently a passenger, very much.

"So?" The pleasant silence was apparently finally over when he felt the piercing brown eyes on his neck. His fingers fumbled a little nervously at the worn parts of his light blue jeans. Also a testament to his I.K.S., which had already cost him some of his favorite pieces, which he was still mourning. But now, in this moment, Liam was completely clear, almost calm, if slightly nervous, as he resolutely turned his medium-blond head halfway to the left to look at his Alpha.
"So what?"
Yes, what exactly? Why was his mentor, who was now like a big brother to him, even here? When they hadn't exactly said goodbye to each other without emotion? The younger one bit his now dry lower lip thoughtfully. The teenager remembered all too clearly the violent closing of the ancient black hard-shell suitcase, a damaged family heirloom, which in the end only popped open again.
What was the point of all this nonsense about "transferring responsibility" and "I am now handing Beacon Hills over to your care" if he couldn't even keep his feet still for a month? Clearly, the older man didn't seem to have been serious about the trust he had placed in him.

"For God's sake, Liam, do we really want to have this discussion?" The boy recoiled in surprise, his innocent, delicate brow creased into unusually deep lines of skepticism.
Of course they did. Actually, it had always been the case that Liam sat in the back seat and drew attention to himself with some word thrown in completely out of context. One thing led to another and in the end, when no one could think of a counter-argument, they came to a completely different conclusion. Like cheesecake. Why creamy, wonderfully fragrant cheesecake? Because Stiles loved everything about it. The beta looked longingly outside. Another moment in which he missed the hyperactive whirlwind, because he would have at least given him a chance.

"You don't trust me."

"Liam what..."

"You don't trust me."

The defiant teenager had no intention of listening to him for even a minute longer as he gesticulated wildly and put a finger over Scott's mouth. It didn't matter what loyal puppy dog ​​eyes he might give him now, and let's be honest, McCall was better at that than anyone. For his companion, the matter was very clear, so he finally averted his gaze, hoping to be somewhere else entirely. But the sudden, frustrated slap on the steering wheel made him forget his plan for a brief moment. He was fully aware of who was interrupting the silence so loudly; the dull, creaking sound came into his ears again and again until it suddenly stopped and the alpha's true feelings were finally expressed directly and without embellishment. "That from your mouth, Liam? Who's hiding themselves from whom here? You know exactly what a similar situation led to the last time." As if the adolescent could ever forget this. Feelings of guilt still plagued him today like a never-healing, gaping wound that only grew bigger every day. He had to blink inexorably, as the emerging feelings threatened to overwhelm him in the end. But he would never admit that. Not here and now and precisely because of this venture between feelings of guilt and misunderstanding, his trembling hands rose, right in front of his delicate, disappointed face.
Blood, red, thick blood ran down his pale palms. Was it now as a symbol of his betrayal, because a small, naive puppy allowed itself to be infected by the enemy. Or with the feeling, which did not necessarily have to be of supernatural origin, of being completely in the dark? It hurt the insecure boy more than enough, since until recently he still believed that he was finally being taken seriously.

Liam felt the heated flare-up of his eyes without even looking in the rearview mirror. His heart was racing faster than it had in a long time and when his razor-short fingernails suddenly turned into murderous claws, he had no choice but to scream in panic.

"Stop, stop immediately!"

Glowing golden eyes caught Scott completely off guard. The screeching of the tires was the only sound that could be heard until the blue Jeep came to a steaming halt. Liam didn't have the slightest time to look for his black backpack. As quickly as possible, he ripped open the passenger door and dashed off. Just in time, he jumped from tree to tree, without giving in to the urge to bite his Alpha's muscular throat. The little Beta shuddered at the thought as his inhuman steps slowed. It had been so long since that moment when the beast in him took control. So how did it happen now? Just when it looked like well-deserved peace was finally returning to Beacon Hills? The dew-soaked lawn made the boy's rubber soles squeak as he leaned exhausted against the railing of the muddy bridge. Something told him he had been here before. On an equally cool late summer night, with clear skies and the familiar scent of sadness or was it suffering?

"I thought you finally had your aggression issues under control, little puppy!"

Hello my dears. Here is the next chapter. I will now publish it in English in short sections.

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Manu