Beacon Hills—Eight years ago
Twelve year old Jerry McCall dragged his eight year old brother, Scott, and Scott's best friend Stiles, towards the work site. He grinned widely.
"Look at it," he whispered. "That's where they are building the new high school athletics field."
"So?" Scott wined, fiddling with his inhaler, and grinning as Stiles pulled a face.
"So?" Jerry whispered back, sounding incredulous. "So one day, I'm going to be a team captain out there, winning all the glory. Lacrosse, more than likely. That's what the new coach, Finstock, is bringing in."
Jerry grinned at his brother with patience. He loved his little brother more than anything, he really did, but sometimes, Scott had a hard time seeing things.
Jerry's grin widened, as if lost in the thoughts of future glory of been a high school jock already. He rolled on his back, ignoring the loose stones and dirt kicked up by the construction equipment. He didn't pass any heed on Scott and Stiles as they started playing at Pokémon cards. Finally, Scott's voice brought him out of his dreams.
"Jerry, come on, we gotta got. It's getting late, and I think I saw the coach prowling round."
"What, Finstock, he won't catch us," Jerry said, giving his brother a cock sure smile and rolling onto his stomach. In the distance, he saw the coach. He glance at his brother and Stiles as they began backing away, as if realising that it was a bad idea for three kids to be on a construction site. Scott took three long drags from his inhaler, and even the normally hyperactive and energetic Stiles was subdued. 'Poor kids,' Jerry thought for a moment, before grinning. He danced forward and grabbed Scott's inhaler.
"Baby," he called, laughing.
He danced away as Scott made a lunge for the inhaler.
"Hey, give it back," Scott called out, loud enough to attract the coach's attention, who jogged over.
"What's going on here?" he barked his hair a mad frizz.
"Oh, nothing sir, just playing with my brother," Jerry smiled.
"On a building site?" the Coach asked.
"Yes sir."
"What's your name? I'm ringing your parents," Coach said.
Jerry sent Scott a death glare
"Jerry McCall. My mom is a nurse at the local hospital," Jerry mumbled,
"Right then," Coach said, taking a cell phone from his pocket and punching in a number. There was a few moments of silence, then, "Yes, could you put me through to Beacon Hills Hospital please. No, no, it's not an emergency; I just need to speak to a member of staff. No, you listen kiddo, I got three kids on a building site and I need to contact their mother."
Jerry looked at Scott and Stiles and winked. 'Later losers,' he mouthed and took off running. He ignored the Coach who was shouting behind him. He ignored the students who were beginning to leave the school, dodging one particular one he heard someone else call Derek, and made a break for the school gate. He didn't see the school bus, but he heard the brakes squeal and felt the sudden impact hit him. Suddenly, he was looking up at the sky and he was finding it hard to breath. Almost all the colour seemed to be draining from the world, turning the world shades of grey. The last bits of colour he saw was the brown of Scott's eyes, staring at him in horror, the blue of Stiles' Spiderman t-shirt and some strange red substance that was smeared on the front of a school bus. Just before his eyes fluttered closed, Jerry swore he hear a voice.
'I'm sorry little one, but what needs to be will never happen if you remain alive. Scott needs to become the True Alpha and you would only shield him from the bite. Maybe in time, you will return, but for now, sleep.'