I am rewriting my Teen Wolf story for several reasons but mostly to fix it up and flesh it out. Now that I know where I want to go and how to define his powers, it just makes more sense to restructure it. Don't worry, I am not quitting.

It will never get past season Three, the series took a serious nose dive after that point.

Chris talking about Berserkers and Deaton talking about Druids is what inspired the remake.

"Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it."

Victor didn't mean to overhear anything, but he could not help it since he was right next to the other new kid. She was a pretty girl with fair skin, deep bags under her eyes and dark brown hair cut at shoulder length. She seemed nice enough, but her tone was nervous and annoyed and he respected that. "Everything except a pen. Oh, my God, I didn't actually forget a pen. Okay, okay. I gotta go. Love ya."

The girl hung up her phone, just as the Vice principle, a tall black man, approached them. "Sorry to keep you both waiting. So you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up, Allison? And Victor you were by L.A.?"

Victor nodded while Allison sighed. " No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family."

"Well, hopefully, Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while." The man brought them into the building and down to a classroom where they saw a bunch of not-so-eager students looking at them. "Class, this is our new students, Allison Argent and Victor Price. Please do your best to make them feel welcome."

They both found seats, his by a strange looking freckled boy and hers by another tanner boy with curly brown hair.

As the teacher started. " We'll begin with Kafka's Metamorphosis on page one-thirty-three." Victor felt a rush of warmth in the air, not at all, unlike the power he felt the night before. Turning he looked for it source and saw the tanner boy from before. He was handing Allison a pen, and she was smiling at him with some confusion.

'How'd he know... and why is he so... he oozes warmth, a real energy. The energy from last night, I can feel it!' It took everything to not grab and shake the boy for secrets, but somehow Victor managed to focus himself enough to listen to class.

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Victor, approaching the boy with the potent aura, quickly overheard a girl say. " Can someone tell me how New Girl is here all of five minutes, and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?"

"Because she's hot. Beautiful people herd together."

And so, with that, he interrupted a budding argument needing to know why the other kind of pretty boy was oozing warmth. "Hi there." He smiled warmly at the boy, who looked easily distracted. "Names Victor, nice to meet you."

The boy smiled at him, warm as a quilt. "Stiles and same. Where you from?"

"A small town fifty miles from L.A. Pomona it's called. It's weird being this far north but alas, here I am."He turned to the other boy, looking at the new girl with a creepy glaze. "Who is your friend?"

"That's Scotty boy!" The boy clapped his friend's shoulder, making him jump. "Scott McCall, he's my best friend."

"Any relation to Melissa McCall?"

They both turned to him, with Scott and his crooked jaw saying. "That's my mom!"

"She is helping me today, I am volunteering at the hospital and she is my instructor."

Stiles turned back. "Melissa's awesome, she may as well be my mom too. Wanna come watch our Lacrosse practice?"

"Sure thing. Let's go."

LACROSSE FIELD

The lacrosse team gathered on the lacrosse field, where the players are warming up by passing the ball back and forth as other students congregate in the bleachers to watch the team play. Victor sat alone, focused entirely on Scott and the aura of heat he could still feel emanating from the boy's body in waves. The boy seemed filled with energy and unlike Stiles he was doing well as they ran around the field.

He turned away as for a moment, looking at his grimoire, reading the Latin words as best he could for a spell that would help him figure things out.

"What is that?" He turned, jumping as Allison walked towards him with Lydia at her side. "What language is that?"

Lydia answered for him. "Latin, it's a book of spells." They both froze, and the girl put on a fake smile. "What I read both classical and archaic Latin."

Allison nodded slowly. "Why the spells?"

The boy sighed, a fake story on his mind. "I like to write, I thought it would help with fantasy writing. I can read Latin too, but it is something new so I make mistakes. I checked out this interesting ritual to Hecate last night, but you won't want to hear about that I am sure." He offered her a smile. "So, tell me, how is your day going Allison?"

She smiled. "Well, and yours?"

"Just ducky, I may have made some friends.., but I could love some more. Wanna be my friend too?"

"Sure."

Coach suddenly screamed. "Let's go! Come on!

"Who is that?" Allison jerks her head in Scott's direction.

Lydia frowned. "Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why?"

ALLISON: He's in my English class.

"His name is Scott, he is one of my new friends. He is kinda hot, might ask him out." The girl both giggled, and Scot actually turned to him in shock, as if he heard him... which he added to his list of things to check out but then the coach blew his whistle making Scott recoil in shock just in time to get hit in the face by a ball. Everyone made fun of him all at once and rage washed through Victor. He felt a cold wind blow through him and when he breathed out trying to remain calm, he blew out a solid stream of mist.

That ended his rage, the shock of that little demonstration.

"Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!" Some douchey kid said.

Something shimmered around Scott, pure determination and the kid stood more solidly... and as another ball was thrown at him it was caught like it was nothing.

Stiles, on the bench, screamed out. " Yeah!"

The second, third, fourth, and fifth shots are caught by Scott just as easily, and Coach simply stared at Scott with his mouth open as though he can't believe what he's seeing.

Allison. "He seems like he's pretty good."

Lydia nodded. "Yeah, very good."

"But he does not seem to be aware of that." They turned to him. "Look at him, he is just as shocked at everyone else... wonder why... maybe he just got better with summer practice?" He felt a surges of power from Scott with each catch, like a fire doused in gasoline, and with each one that power seemed to be remaining brighter. It was so hard to even look at Scott, the air almost vibrating around him.

The douchey guy from earlier, after forcing another teammate aside, got in line and ran as fast as he can toward the goal and tosses the ball with all the force he can muster but once again Scott caught the ball without hesitation.

Stiles leaped into the air. "YEAH! THAT'S MY FRIEND!"

Lydia screamed out. "WOOOO!"

Victor just frowned. 'This is not normal, everyone is shocked, his aura of power, his rapid skills, that sensitivity to sound... something is wrong and I will find out.'

BEACON HILLS PRESERVE

Scott and Stiles and Victor were walking in the woods, Victor having been invited to join them by Stiles. They were looking for Scott's inhaler, having lost it the night before when they were idiotically looking for a dead body.

Scott was yammering about his time on the field. " I-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things."

"Smell things? Like what?" Stiles asked.

"Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket."

Stiles made a face. " I don't even have any mint mojito-" Stiles checked the inner breast pocket of his blazer and finds, much to his surprise, that there is a single piece of folded-up mint mojito gum, just as Scott sensed. " So all this started with the bite?"

"What bite?"

They turned to him, and Scott said. "A wolf bit me last night, but Stiles said there were no wolves in the state. What if it's like an infection? Like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?

Stiles smirked. " You know what? I actually think I've heard of this- it's a specific kind of infection."

"Are you serious?"

"Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy."

Victor choked. "Wait, that's... " He turned to Scott, focusing on the aura of power around him. Stopping, he kneeled and lay a hand on the ground. The other turned to him, eyes curious. "Motus." Lifting his hand, dozens of leaves floated into the air, Scott and Stiles gaped at him. "I think he might be right, Scott..."

"Wait how are you doing that?"

"Magic, I'll explain another time." He closed his fist and the leaves dropped. Standing tall, Victor turned to the boys. "I can sense things, auras I guess you could call them, or rather just Scott's. His aura is all warm, he is oozing heat that I could feel expanding at the Lacrosse field. It is so strange, but I promise you I can feel it."

They continued to walk. "I might be a werewolf, I don't want to be a werewolf!"

Victor sighed. "I will see if I can find out anything in my grimoire, but I am not sure I can help. I have this feeling, that it's permanent."

Scott whined, just as a man in his early twenties with pale skin, black hair, a black leather jacket, and a scowl appeared in front of them. He too oozed power, a significant aura of power.

"What are you doing here? Huh? This is private property."

Victor stepped forward, smiling. "We are here for Scott's inhaler, he lost it last night when he was taking a stroll in the woods. I am sorry, he did not know this was private property. If you find it, could you take it to the school for Scott McCall?"

The man nodded and tossed Scott's inhaler at him before turning and heading back the way he came without a word.

"Thank you!" Victor said, and the man just nodded.

Stiles gaped. "Dude, that was Derek Hale! You remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us.

"Remember what?" Scott asked.

"His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago."

"I wonder what he's doing back..."

Victor frowned. "He is like Scott, I can feel it. I think he's a werewolf too..."

They both turned to him. "What you serious?" Stiles asked.

"I am not sure, I only developed this stuff last night. I am as new as you are... we need to do some research. I know I just became your friend, but in good conscious I cannot allow you to deal with this without my help. But first, I need a ride to the hospital for my shift."

"I'll take you." Stile said, and the hurried away. "So what are you, a witch?"

"I think so, I did a ritual to Hecate so..."

Chapter end, tell me what you think in the reviews,

This was a joy to write.

Love, your Ninja Overlord,

Mika.