Disclaimer:
This is a fanfiction of the tv series Teen Wolf and book series Percy Jackson. I don't own them. All rights to Rick Riordan and Jeff Davis.
It was a saturday evening and all was quiet in the small town, the town of beacon hills where not everything was what it seemed.
If you paid close attention you would notice how there wasn't sounds of cars, or birds or anything for that matter. It was too quiet, too calm, too eerie but the habitants of the small town didn't notice anything, everyone was sleeping or too distracted to really notice, everyone except a certain group of ... beings.
These beings were nervous but alert, such a state was caused by the sudden stillness of everything around them, but that was not all, these beings knew that such calmness only meant that trouble was brewing due to their past experiences, well... not really past, more like... recent.
These beings were young, they were still in high school, in fact, they just started their Junior year, but their age didn't matter, because they were mentally mature due to circumstances
Now you may have notice my use of the term beings, that's because these... Beings, as I call them were not human or rather, not entirely human.
These Beings were Supernatural beings as in werewolves, werecoyotes, kitsunes, banshees, etc. They had especial abilities or characteristics due to the other half of their anatomy but these beings were not of the bad kind, they were good, they followed the right path or at least they tried to, but as some of you may know sometimes the line between the right and the bad blurs. But even if things blurred or got complicated they would fight, they would continue till the end, an end not near enough and far far away but that's the path they chose to follow and even though things might turn dark they would follow through for they were extraordinary Beings, extraordinary indeed.
These beings were called Scott McCall The Alpha Werewolf, Kira Yukimura The Thunder Kitsune, Malia Tate The Werecoyote, Lidia Martin The Banshee and let's not forget about a certain human called Stiles Stilinski.
All of them compromised the pack of one Scott McCall.
Now the reason this whole thing started was the loveable Stiles Stilinski, the only one of the pack oblivious to this evening's eerie state, the intelligent Stiles Stilinski who had a pair of eyes watching him, observing him, a pair of glowing eyes that was the cause of the evening's calmness.
Beware Beacon Hills.
Beware because as they say there's calm before the storm, and this storm was powerful.