It all started when Stiles had somehow managed to (kind of?) befriend the antisocial new kid (because the teen refused to believe that he went to the school since forever).
Or, more precisely, it started with blood.
It wasn't the pack's blood, thank God, or Stiles'. There was too much for it to even come from a werewolf. It stained the grass red, seeping into the earth and giving the soil a strange, mythical feeling- to Stiles, anyway. They had came across it on one of their runs, the pack going slower than normal for their little human, who swore he was going to keel over and die if they didn't just stop, when Isaac had come across it. The poor kid was shaking and his voice trembled as he called out to his alpha.
Derek just kept staring at the large puddle of blood with a strange expression in his eyes, kneeling down to get a better look. "There's gold mixed in it," He reported, standing straight again and making his way back over to his pack.
"Gold?" Stiles tilted his head, shuffling closer to the puddle now that his curiosity was spiked, "Woah, there is gold. What does it mean?"
"It's the blood of a dragon," The alpha answered, looking at the blood once more.
"A d-dragon?" Lydia took a step away from it, as if it would turn into one right then and there.
"Seems recent," The Stilinski commented, wring his hands together and shifting from foot to foot.
"Yeah, I think it's heading that way," Scott added, pointing to their left. "Should we see where it leads?"
"And risk running into a dragon?" Danny snorted, "I'll pass, thanks."
"No one asked you to come," Jackson sneered but stopped when Derek growled at him.
"Wow, there's a lot."
The werewolves turned to see that Stiles had walked a good three feet away, following the trail. It was obvious that the human would go no matter what but didn't he have any self preservation instincts? Apparently not.
"I think something was chasing it," Stiles added, looking at deep claw marks made in a tree. One was easily bigger than his whole hand and it made him wonder how it was still standing.
"What would chase a dragon?" Isaac asked, eyebrows furrowed.
It was no secret that, out of all of the supernatural baddies, dragons were one of the most feared of them all. You had to be high on something strong if you even thought about going after one of the massive creatures. And then you'd be suicidal to even be going after it. By then, you're already dead because when you can't see it, it can see you.
"A dragon?" Allison suggested, adjusting her bow over her shoulder nervously at the thought. It wasn't a pretty thing to imagine.
"There's a cave," Danny reported when it seemed like the werewolves, hunter, and human, were too busy thinking. "The trail ends here."
"I don't see anything," Erica said, squinting even with her werewolf vision to attempt to see into the area. "Maybe it crawled away to die or something. Let's just go."
The other's nodded and started making their way back to the loft. For some reason, Jackson felt the need to turn around, back towards the cave. When he did, he froze, "Uh, guys...? I don't think that the dragon's dead."
Large golden eyes stared at them through the darkness, glowing eerily in the cool air.