The moon shone bright in the sky, perfectly illuminating the "Welcome to Beacon Hills" sign. A wolf howled as the Impala rumbled into the shady little town. Dean nudged Sam, who had fallen asleep in the passenger seat.

"Hey Sammy, wake up!" he said. "We're here."

Sam rubbed his eyes and leaned forward in his seat.

"This is Beacon Hills?" he asked, "The supernatural hotspot? It looks like a normal town to me…"

Dean chuckled.

"Yeah, we'll see about that." He said snidely. "For such a normal town they sure have a lot of strange murders… or have you not seen the case file?"

"Yes, yes I've read through the file. It's just that it looks so… peaceful." Sam stared at the Beacon Hills High School as they passed by.

"Well believe me when I tell you Sammy," Dean started. "Every perfect American dream town has it's dark secrets. it just takes the right people to find them and—"

Before he could finish his sentence, a light blue Jeep sped up from behind them and whizzed past.

"What the…" Dean exclaimed, "Hey! Didn't anyone teach that son of a bitch to drive?"

"Oh, calm down Dean." Sam said. "You're getting to be an old man."

"I am not!" Dean said defensively.

They sat in silence for a few moments.

"Am I really?"


The Jeep squealed past a sleek black Impala.

"Whoah! Careful man." Scott exclaimed, looking back at the car. "That was a nice car. Who was that?"

Stiles laughed.

"Whoever it was, they're obviously not from here." He joked. They continued to speed along the road, towards the Beacon Hills Reserve.

"So what exactly are we doing again?" Scott asked. Stiles sighed.

"Really? I've explained this like a hundred times. C'mon man!" Stiles changed lanes aggressively. "There have been a few murders going on that are very werewolf-esque, and they've been happening in the reserve. So either we've got a rogue Werewolf on the loose or... just a killer wolf. Either way, the night of the full moon is our best chance to catch whoever's or whatever's behind this.''

Scott stared at Stiles blankly.

"God I hate being friends with you…" He said.

"Oh come on. At least I'm not dragging you out to go find a body… which I have totally never done before!" Stiles said. Scott chuckled and Stiles smiled, pressing on the gas and propelling the Jeep forward even faster.


"So, where are we staying tonight?" Sam asked, looking out the window.

"Oh, we're not stopping yet Sammy." Dean said without taking his eyes off the road.

"What?" Sam exclaimed. Dean glanced over at his brother.

"You read the case Sammy! Attacks at full moon, missing hearts… this is obviously a Werewolf! If were gonna find this sucker tonight's the night. The moon doesn't get much fuller, Sammy!"

Sam sighed as the Impala sped along the streets of Beacon Hills, and right out of town.

"All right then... Where are we going?" He asked.

Dean stared down at the map he dug out from the case file. "Beacon Hills Reserve. The place with the second most murders in this town."

Sam raised his eyebrows.

"Second?" he asked incredulously. "Where's the first?"

"Believe it or not..." Dean started. "The High School."

Sam sat shocked for one moment.

"This is a weird town..." He said turning his attention back out the window.


Stiles parked the Jeep just outside the reserve and the two boys tumbled out. Stiles handed Scott a flashlight and the two set off into the forest.

"So?" Stiles asked, waving his beam of light through the trees. "What do your wolfie-senses say?"

Scott ignored the failed attempt at a Spiderman joke and took a deep breath, immediately regretting his decision to tag along.

"Well… I can definitely smell blood…" He said slowly.

"What?" Stiles seemed shocked. "Where's it coming from?"

Before Scott could answer an ear piercing howl ripped through the night. It was coming from their left.

"C'mon!" Scott said, his eyes flashing red. "Let's go."

"Right behind you!" Stiles exclaimed as he dashed off after Scott.

Soon enough, they arrived in a dark clearing, where only the sounds of growling and snuffling could be heard. The boys hid behind a tree, listening to the creature in the clearing.

"What's it doing?" Stiles asked in a whisper. Scott took another deep breath. Fresh blood.

"I think it's eating something." Scott replied in a whisper.

"Oh god…" Stiles replied, holding back a gag. "Please be a deer, please be a deer, please be a deer-"

"Shhhh!" Scott hushed him.

Suddenly there was a crack of branches from the other side of the clearing and the snuffling stopped.

"What happened?" Stiles asked quickly.

"I don't know…" Scott replied nervously. "I'll check. You stay back here."

"But…" Stiles began to protest, but Scott cut him off.

"Stay here Stiles!" and with that he dashed around the tree. In the moonlight Scott could see a dimly lit figure standing over a limp carcass on the ground. When he stepped into the clearing the creature wheeled around to face him, its blue eyes glowing.

"Oh god…" Scott whispered helplessly. "We're too late."

The creature growled and bore it's fangs at Scott, who defiantly growled in return. Just as a fight was about to break out between the wolves, a shout was heard from the other end of the clearing, scaring the stranger wolf off. Suddenly a bright light blasted onto Scott, who roared in pain and shielded his eyes from the burning light.

"Gotcha!" A voice yelled. A gunshot rang throughout the forest as Scott felt pain burst through his left shoulder.

"Gaaah!" He roared as he fell to his knees, clutching his shoulder. He looked up just in time to see two men with guns and flashlights standing over him. They were tall and well built, dressed in plaid and seriously scary. One of them had short hair and was carrying a pistol, walking defiantly towards Scott. His partner had long hair and was holding a shotgun. He stood back observing the clearing carefully. Suddenly, Scott heard a pistol cock and was soon staring down its barrel.

"Silver…" The short haired gunman said. "Deadly to werewolves… Try eating out someone's heart with this in your brain."

Before he could pull the trigger, however, Scott heard a rustle from behind him. Suddenly, Stiles jumped in front of the gun, with his hands up in front of him.

"Stop!" he exclaimed. Scott was as surprised as the hunter was. In the moment of shock, Stiles grabbed a round contraption out of his pocket. "Try shooting my friend with no sight."

With that Stiles pulled a pin from the contraption and blinding light shot through the clearing. Stiles pulled Scott to his feet and together they fled from the clearing. They ran all the way from the clearing to the Jeep and quickly jumped in. They began driving as soon as they hit the car seats.

"Who the hell were they?" Scott exclaimed as the Jeep flew down the back roads.

"I don't know." Stiles yelped back.

"Why did you jump in front of that gun?"

"I don't know!"

"And where did you get a flash grenade?"

"I don't... Oh, I made it." Stiles answered swerving onto the main road. "In Chemistry…"

"What the hell, man!" Scott exclaimed.

"I get bored easily…" Stiles started defensively. They hit a bump and Scott winced, a cry of pain escaping. Stiles glanced over, and immediately averted his eyes, seeing the wound for the first time.

"Oh my god!" he gagged. "We need to get you to the vet clinic… now!"

And he stepped on the pedal, hurtling the Jeep into the night.


"What the hell Dean?" Sam exclaimed as he tossed his shotgun into the trunk of the Impala.

"What?" Dean asked, not bothering to stop cleaning his gun.

"He was a kid, Dean. A kid!" Sam grabbed the gun from his brother and threw it in the trunk. "Were you just going to empty a bullet into his brain? His sixteen-year-old brain?"

Dean set his jaw.

"Maybe." He slammed the trunk shut and walked past Sam towards the driver's door. "And how do you know he was sixteen? I mean... you saw it yourself Sam, he wasn't a kid anymore. He was a monster. And that's what we do, we hunt monsters… end of story!"

Dean opened the door and climbed into the Impala and slammed it shut. A moment later the engine roared to life. Sam clenched his fist and reluctantly followed, not finished with the discussion yet. He slammed the passenger door behind him and immediately continued.

"That's not the point Dean and you know it. The point is you almost shot not one, but two potentially innocent teenagers and you feel no remorse?" Sam asked. Dean was silent for a moment.

"No Sam. No I don't. Do you want to know why?" He looked Sam dead in the eyes. "We've seen enough to know that things with glowing eyes are not the innocent ones. And every life that thing takes from now on… that's on us Sammy."

With that, he turned his attention back to the road and shifted the car into drive, barreling away from the reserve.