Beacon Hills, California

Industrial Area

Argent Arms International Warehouse 97

Stiles, dead body, Beacon Hills Preserve, police hunt, Stiles caught, inhaler, running deer, dead female body with bite marks, falling, red eyes, a-a wolf, bite, pain, screaming, escape, running, wolf howl, running, bright lights and then nothing.

Those were the last memories Scott McCall, a fifteen years old boy, remembered as he woke up, and for some reason he felt like he was hit by a bus and all that he wanted was to stay right where he was and drift off to sleep.

He knew that his best friend Stiles Stilinski's ideas never ended well but somehow he went with him to Beacon Hills Preserve to look for a body late at night when he should have been asleep so that he would wake up early in the morning to kick off his summer plans.

Summer break officially started today and so did Scott's plans to use the break to start preparing himself (preparation that was going to continue even when school reopens in August, approximately two and a half months from now) to join Cyclones, his high school's lacrosse team, as first line, despite being a severe asthmatic.

Scott was determined to make that happen but he didn't get to go back to sleep because his body suddenly began to semi-violently contort on its own accord, causing him to groan in discomfort and pain. The contortion was followed by his insides and outsides feeling as though they were on fire.

Scott opened his eyes to see what was happening to him and through teary eyes he saw differing shades of purple smoke surrounding him, but the smoke wasn't just surrounding him, it was coming out of him and then appeared to envelope him.

Scott was forced to close his eyes when he felt a stinging sensation in them only to feel something shift within him in a way he couldn't describe, and before he knew it he lost consciousness.

TH

"What do you think the boy is doing in there?" Ben, a werewolf hunter, asked his fellow hunters while they stood guard outside the room Scott was in.

They were standing guard when they heard noises come from inside the room and then silence, and Ben wondered what was going on inside.

"Let's go in and check." Replied Ned, one of two of Ben's fellow hunters.

"Do you think that's a good idea?" Asked Henry, uncomfortable with the idea.

"Good idea or not, Argent will want an update soon." Said Ned, taking out the keys to the room.

Ned proceeded to unlock the door and entered first, a crossbow in hand, and was followed by Ben, also armed.

Henry came behind them but stood at the threshold, still against the idea. Something just told him it was a bad idea, especially without permission from their leader.

"What the hell?!" Came Ned's exclaim when he saw Scott whose eyelids suddenly snapped open to reveal glowing purple eyes, eyes that were Ned's last sight before he turned to stone and died.

Ben too laid eyes on Scott's glowing purple eyes but he only got out a terrified gasp before he too was turned to stone and died.

That something that told Henry that this was a bad idea turned out to be correct and once he saw his few hunters turn to stone he didn't waste a moment to move away from the threshold, close the door and lock it with shaking hands, thankful that Ned left the key in the door.

For the life of him, Henry couldn't stop shaking. He was terrified beyond reason and once the door was locked he hurriedly moved away from it, heart beating fast, sweat glands working overtime.

He did what he should have done and dialed his leader to update him on what happened.

TH

When Scott regained consciousness he heard footsteps and opened his eyes to see to whom they belonged, only to witness two men he has never seen before, both holding weapons, petrify to stone. And for some odd reason, he felt empowered.

Before he could dwell on that, however, Scott realized that he wasn't home, that he wasn't in his bedroom but in a room he has never been in before. With two statues. Statues that were humans just a moment ago.

That terrified the confused Scott McCall, especially because of a sinking feeling that he was somehow responsible. The very thought made him feel like he was suffocating so he reached for his inhaler in his pocket but it was nowhere to be found.

He remembered that he lost it when he fell when the deer herd ran over him. This in turn brought forth the memory of the red eyed wolf that bit him on the side of his abdomen and so Scott moved to check the wound but it was nowhere to be seen.

Scott began to think that he hallucinated the whole thing but the odd canine teeth bite holes on his shirt and sweater at that very spot said otherwise.

Which meant he really did see the body Stiles was talking about, a troubling conclusion which brought the thought that the killer might have sent his red-eyed wolf to hunt him so that he could kidnap him.

Considering his current situation, Scott didn't see any reason not to believe that thought, so even though he was afraid, confused and a whole lot of things, he braved on and took Ned's crossbow from his petrified form.

He wasn't used to crossbows but his father Rafael McCall, an FBI field agent, has been teaching him how to use guns since his parents divorced, so Scott had the basics of how to use the crossbow.

It was Scott and Rafael's bonding activity and a closely guarded secret that neither Stiles nor Melissa McCall, Scott's mother and an ER nurse at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital, knew.

It appeared Scott was going to have to use what his father taught him in an uncontrolled environment and that added to his fear but he was determined to not end up like the girl he saw in the Preserve.

TH

"Where is he?" Gerard Argent, an elderly man and experienced werewolf hunter, asked Henry upon arriving at the place, a warehouse owned by Argent Arms International, a security and arms dealer company owned by the Argent Family.

"He's still in the room you had us keep him in." Replied Henry, still trying to understand what happened to his fellow hunters. "What is he?"

"I'm not sure. But from what you said I might have an idea." Gerard answered, wondering if his suspicion was correct. "Open the door."

Henry looked at Gerard as though he was crazy.

"Didn't you hear what I told you? And can't you feel that?" He asked.

"I won't repeat myself." Was Gerard's stony response, and reluctantly Henry neared the door, fear gripping him tighter the closer he got to the door.

TH

Scott heard when the keys turned and waited as patiently as he could while adrenaline ran freely in his blood vessels.

He expected to experience an asthma attack any moment now, moments ago, actually, but his lungs seemed to be cooperating for once in his life, so, when Henry finally opened the door and Gerard pushed him in, Scott didn't waste a moment.

Scott released the arrow in the crossbow and buried it into a shaking Henry's thigh, forcing a cry of pain and surprise out of him while he lost his footing and fell.

Scott then quickly reached for Ben's crossbow from his petrified hands and pointed it at Gerard who was looking at the ground with his hands free of weapons and raised, shaking like a leaf.

"Ah! You little shit! (gasp)" Henry voiced his grievance, and made the mistake of reaching for his gun with a clear intent of returning the favor.

Scott reacted instinctively by aiming at Henry instead of Gerard, who seemed less of a threat at the moment, and released the arrow in Ben's crossbow which found its way into Henry's chest, and neither Henry nor Scott could believe it.

They both looked at the piece of the arrow that was sticking out in shock, before they locked eyes, and just like that Henry began to petrify, and not a moment later he was but a stone, dead, and Scott was caught between confusion, horror and some other strange feeling that contradicted his horror.

Gerard, however, was even more terrified as his suspicion was confirmed and so he shakily turned, back to Scott who was more than a little confused, shocked and frozen by his deed.

"I'm sure you are very confused right now but I can explain." Began Gerard, voice as shaky as his body, gaining half of Scott's attention. "My name is Gerard Argent and, believe it or not, I am a werewolf hunter. I hunt monsters like the one that bit you to protect humans like yourself, but I couldn't protect you. I apologise for that.

I was just driving into town to hunt the werewolf that killed the girl in the woods when you suddenly came out of the Preserve and on to the road and I couldn't stop in time."

Scott didn't believe Gerard's claim that he was a werewolf hunter but he did take his eyes from Henry's petrified form to look at Gerard as he recalled the bright lights. And remembered a piece of his memories he didn't recall before, of a car horn being sounded and then the bright lights before...

"You...?" Scott asked to confirm his memories.

"Yes. I did. But I didn't hit-and-run like a coward. I brought you here to recover, only to discover that you were bit by the werewolf I came to Beacon Hills to hunt." Gerard confirmed, and continued to explain. "You see, the kind of werewolf that bit you is called an alpha werewolf.

Alpha werewolves are like rabid dogs, once they bite you they infect you with their craziness and there are usually only two outcomes. You either turn into a werewolf called a beta werewolf, a subordinate of an alpha werewolf possessing glowing yellow eyes unlike an alpha's red ones, or you die a painful death."

As surreal as it sounded Scott found himself even more terrified. He knew the effects of rabies from working at an animal clinic but he didn't want to die. And Gerard knew that very well.

"Like I said, usually. On some rare occasions the victim of these monsters doesn't turn into a werewolf nor die, but instead turn into another supernatural creature. It's the latter in your case." Gerard continued. "You turned into a creature that petrifies whoever meets your eyes into stone."

Now, this revelation shocked Scott to his core, so much that the unloaded crossbows fell from his hands as he realized that there was some truth to what Gerard said. He wasn't aware of it before but every time he locked eyes with his 'kidnappers' they turned to stone right before his eyes.

This realization rocked Scott so much that his lungs began to fail him, like usual, and he felt the world all around him closing in and shut his eyes in horror and fell to the floor; breathing, a challenge.

Though he didn't know it, it wasn't an asthma attack as he thought but a panic attack, and since Gerard didn't know that Scott had asthma he thought that he was panicking, probably overwhelmed.

But before Gerard could even try to calm the boy, he himself started to panic and before long he found himself on his knees shaking like he has never before in his life, and was even considering committing suicide.

"I can help you!" Gerard shouted out upon realizing that Scott was influencing him, and that he would die if he doesn't calm the boy down. "My family has been hunting supernatural creatures of all kinds an-and I know what you are!

I-I can help you, train you, and together we can hunt the alpha that turned you. There's a rumour that if you kill the alpha that turned you, you can become human again."

Everything froze at that, for a while. Then Gerard felt his fear lessen a little, lessen but not disappear, enough for him to stand on shaky legs, but the panic vanished.

Scott didn't want to kill anymore people than he already has, especially when the fact that he buried an arrow into someone's chest was still very fresh on his mind. Shooting something that wasn't alive and using paint guns were one thing but shooting someone like he did... Killing someone...

How was he even supposed to live with himself after he killed and petrified three people? What was his mother going to think? His father? Stiles? Or Harley (a female friend of his)?

"You were only protecting yourself." Said Gerard, after stealing a split second look at the boy and found him staring at his petrified hunters. "And they disobeyed my orders to treat you as my potential ally and not a prisoner.

I hoped that we could help each other and I still do. Now more than before because if that damned alpha didn't turn you my men would still be alive. I can give you the tools you need to become human again, and you can help me stop the alpha from turning more humans."

"How?" Asked Scott, a little hopeful but there was just one thing. "I'll just turn you to stone."

"Not if you wear specialized glasses. I could pull some strings and get you custom made shaded glasses and train you to control your pathokinesis ability." Replied Gerard, and with each second he felt his fear decrease but not disappear.

"My what?" Inquired a confused Scott, bringing a smile upon Gerard's face though he didn't see it.

"Pathokinesis, an ability to manipulate emotions." Gerard answered, then elaborated. "You might not be aware of this, but you have been emitting fear since you woke up and just a moment ago, when you were panicking, you unconsciously induced panic within me.

And let me tell you, I'm not someone who panics. But this is just one of your new abilities, abilities that are just liabilities right now because they could hurt your family and friends and other people without proper training, training I'm offering to provide you."

Scott didn't need to be told twice about his new abilities being liabilities, even though that word was an understatement because right before him were three people who became victims of one of them; pathokinesis, the werewolf hunter said.

"The Sun is about to rise, you should go home and think about my offer to train you. I'll take care of everything here." Gerard added, stepping aside to clear the way, and Scott didn't waste a moment to get up and get out of the room he killed three people in and discovered the existence of supernaturals.

"Be careful and make sure that you don't lead the alpha to your home, if he or she doesn't already know where you live!" Gerard advised a moment before Scott reached the door leading outside the warehouse, causing him to pause for a moment before he opened the door and ran like he never has before.

TH

Industrial Area

Scott ran like the wind, feeling a little free due to not needing his inhaler but soon enough he grew tired. He wasn't used to running without stopping every few seconds to use his inhaler so he paused to catch his breath even before he exited the industrial area of Beacon Hills.

The pause gave way for Gerard's warning to echo and though Scott didn't want to believe him and everything he said, he couldn't, not after everything.

And now that he was calmer, Scott thought back to the 'wolf's' attack on him and being an assistant to a veterinarian, he knew that wolves didn't have glowing red eyes and they weren't as big as the one that attacked him.

Apart from that, he also remembered that wolves have not been in California for decades now, and that a single wolf usually wouldn't have attacked him because of his size, unless it was defending its territory and cub(s).

There was a possibility that a pack migrated to Beacon Hills Preserve but since Beacon Hills Animal Clinic, where Scott worked, was the only animal clinic in town he knew that would have known if that was the case.

The conclusion was that werewolves really did exist, and so did werewolf hunters and one was offering to train Scott, but though the version of himself that never went to the Preserve with Stiles would have found that exciting, Scott only remembered the saying; be careful what you wish for.

Scott resumed his walk home, thinking about Gerard's warning and everything he said, face facing the ground with the hood of his sweater on. He was just grateful his house had adult trees in the back and one side and that he was an expert at sneaking in and out of the house.

TH

Beacon Hills Sheriff Station

"Have you found the body yet, Sheriff?"

"Yes, sir. The search team found it just after midnight, and I had it delivered to Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital for autopsy after the field forensic team was done at the crime scene." Noah Stilinski, the Sheriff of Beacon County and Stiles' father, reported to his senior over the phone.

"Let me know when you get the autopsy report. The local news are already seeking a story so I want you to handle the media but contain the details of this case."

"Will do, sir." Replied Noah, then ended the call.

Noah sank into his office chair afterwards, tired from spending the night out searching. He hoped the death of the girl they haven't identified yet was an isolated incident and not just a start.

Beacon Hills was a relatively quiet place with a relatively low murder crime rate and Noah liked it like that because that meant he was doing his job right. It also meant Stiles didn't show up at crime scenes.

Being a single father could be challenging sometimes.

TH

McCall House (Scott's Home)

It took a while but Scott arrived home and when he did the first thing he did was check if his mother was home from her night shift since he didn't use the front entrance. Upon finding her fast asleep in her bedroom Scott breathed a sigh of relief that was quickly followed by silent tears.

He was very close with his mother and they were very open with each other, a consequence of Melissa McCall being a registered nurse, but Scott couldn't find it in himself to share everything that happened with her no matter how much he wanted.

Scott retreated to his own bedroom and took a long look at it, just appreciating it, his mother and the life he had before he stupidly went to the Preserve with Stiles when he knew better, then went to his bathroom.

Scott undressed then stood in front of a bathroom mirror and just looked at himself, expecting to see something out of the ordinary but nothing seemed out of place. That was what he fought until his iris glowed purple for a moment before resuming their brown color.

Scott thought it a trick of the eye but when he came closer to the mirror and focused on his eyes they glowed purple once again, freaking him out though not enough to look away. When he didn't turn to stone he supposed he couldn't petrify himself. A blessing or a curse? He didn't know.

Scott studied his glowing eyes as though they were specimens Alan Deaton, formerly Doctor Alan Deaton and the veterinarian Scott works for, usually tasks him to study for a week and provide a detailed report at the end of the week before getting another sample to study.

His iris seemed to have an inner light to them, they appeared bioluminescent and behaved normal like those of a human, just bioluminescent purple and more eye catching.

The eye catching part gave Scott the idea that that was one of their purpose, to lure people to look at his eyes so as to petrify them without wasting his energy.

That thought brought up a flashback of Ned, Ben and Henry turning into stone and Scott became aware of something else. With each petrification he felt stronger. Not in the physical sense but mentally, psychologically.

It was like he 'fed' on the fear and despair they felt as they petrified, and the more he 'ate' the stronger he became. Scott realized that he also felt that while he was 'emitting' fear back at the warehouse and supposed he fed on Gerard's fear.

It was quite an interesting feeling, an emotion that Scott could taste and if he had to describe it using just a word, intoxicating would be that word.

But if Scott knew anything about intoxication it was that it had the potential to get things out of control and destroy what one loved, he would know because it was one of the reasons his parents divorced.

This meant that he had to accept Gerard Argent's offer to train him before he loses control and does something he'll regret for the rest of his life. He already had three life's on his conscious, he didn't need more.

TH

Beacon Hills Preserve

Hale House Ruins

"Where are you, Laura? I've been waiting for you at your old house for over thirty minutes now. Call me." Said Braeden, a young woman in her twenties, leaving a voicemail message on her friend's phone.

They had agreed to meet at the house at Laura's suggestion but she wasn't there yet and Braeden wondered where Laura was. She knew she was at the right house even though this was her first time there.

She entered the ruined house to wait for Laura, Laura Hale who was an alpha werewolf from a family of born werewolves who used to live at the Hale House until tragedy struck a few years ago.

TH

Argent Arms International Warehouse 97

"You're back." Gerard said upon hearing footsteps approaching the warehouse.

"You offered to train me." Replied Scott, wondering if the man knew that he would be back because the warehouse door was wide open.

"I did." Responded Gerard, back already to Scott, then followed up with a question. "Are you here to accept my offer or to get your phone?"

"My phone?" Scott inquired, just becoming aware that he hasn't seen his phone since last night, having taken a shower, acquired tinted sunglasses, wrote a note for his mother, took out his bicycle and then left the house without eating.

"There it is." Gerard answered, pointing to a table he had been arranging and counting his next shipment of firearms on before Scott arrived. "But first, are you here for it or to accept my offer. Time is something we don't have, not when there's a werewolf out there to stop."

Scott hesitated even though he knew that he had no other option when it came to who could help him. His only options were Gerard and the alpha werewolf that bit and turned him without his permission whatsoever, the better of the two was obvious.

"I'm here to accept your offer." Scott ended up replying, determined to learn what he had to in order to not become a threat to his parents and friends.

"Good. Wear those glasses next to your phone and introduce yourself." Said Gerard, waiting for Scott to wear the glasses he got him so that he could get back to arranging his next shipment of guns. "You know my name, it's time I know yours, don't you think?"

For some reason, Scott didn't feel at ease with the smile Gerard gave him upon wearing the glasses the man got him, and he guessed that reason was the same one he had for not telling Gerard that his eyes changed back to his human ones, that it appeared he could change them at will.