More of a Monster

by The1whoknox

It started out as a night of adventure, but quickly turned into a night of nightmares. After being bitten by a monster in the nature preserve, Scott runs out in the middle of a nearby road and is nearly hit by a car. After evading the car, Scott collapses in the road, the bite wound throbs. He passes out from the pain. He thinks all is lost until he is saved by someone.

More of a Monster

"Not all monsters do monstrous things." Normal Speech

Bestiary. Titles of Books, Names on Signs, etc.

"I'm the alpha now!" Alpha voice/Demon Wolf

Disclaimer: I do not own Teen Wolf; it is owned by MTV and Jeff Davis. The only things I own are the OCs.

AN: Hey guys, I wanted to do this for a while. I made a poll a while back and never really finished the story. Now, I had a little free time, and since I had like ninety percent of it done, I decided to finish it. I loved this show. I thought it was incredible that a show lasted six, really nine, seasons on a non-major network. I will say, however, I feel that was its major downfall. So many actors left the show due to budgets or getting a better paycheck elsewhere. I don't blame them; I would do the same. However, that meant so many potential stories were cut due to this fact. I want to try and correct that while adding some stories of my own. If this goes strong, I will continue.

Chapter 1: Wolf Moon S1:Ep01

The Woods of Beacon Hills

Tonight is a night that would perfectly set the stage for a horror movie. Police were searching through the woods after a report of a body being discovered came across the phone lines. Sheriff Noah Stilinski dressed in his khaki-colored sheriff uniform with the heavy bomber-style jacket covering him from the elements on this cold fall night. They start to walk with their dogs and their flashlights.

MaCall Residence

At the McCall residence, a single occupant by the name of Scott McCall was preparing for his tryout the following day. The tryout was for the starting line of his lacrosse team. Scott may have been a freshman trying to compete with the best, but he wanted to start, and he would do his best. He rethreaded his lacrosse stick and then used a ball to help loosen them up. Scott went to do chin-ups on a bar connected to his bathroom door. After only being able to do a handful, he goes to the sink to prepare for the night. Scott rinsed his mouth and then washed his face. He suddenly hears a noise outside, causing him to go on alert. He gets dressed and goes out with a bat.

He goes out on the house's patio and begins to look around. He goes over to the spot where he thinks the noise is coming from when suddenly something comes dangling from the roof. The two people scream at each other as Scott raises his bat, ready to attack. Upon closer, he notices it is his best friend, Stiles. Stiles yelled, putting arms out in defense as he exclaimed, "Woah. Woah. Woah!"

Scott sighed in relief but still felt scared and furious, "Stiles, what the hell are you doing!?" Scott was ready to hit him just on principle.

Stiles looked at Scott like he was the one at fault, "You weren't answering your phone!" he said. Then he took notice of the bat, "Why do you have a bat?" he said in confusion.

Scott's chest still felt his chest pound in his chest. "You lucky my mom keeps the gun locked up! I thought you were a predator!" he says to his friend. His mom would have shot first and asked questions later.

Stiles couldn't believe what he heard, "A pre...?" He let out a laugh at Scott's train of thought. He would talk about that later. Right now, he couldn't contain his excitement, "Look, I know it's late, but you've got to hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch call. They're bringing every officer of the Beacon department and even the state police." Stiles was positively beaming.

Scott needed clarification. What would cause such a response from the police? He asked, "For what?" Stiles caught his attention.

Stile revealed why, "Two joggers found a body in the woods," he was able to shimmy his way loose and jumped down, landing on his feet.

Scott knew what Stiles meant but had to ask, "A dead body?" After it left his lips, he wanted to hit himself.

Stiles rested his arms on the railing of the porch. He couldn't believe what Scott had asked. In his usual sarcastic manner, he said, "No, a body of water... Yes, jackass! A dead body!" He finally repeated it and repeated his findings to his friend. He climbed over the railing of the porch and onto it.

Scott had to ask, "You mean like murdered?" He had grown up in Beacon Hills, and this was the first time he had heard of something like a murder happening here in years.

Stiles gave a shrug, "Nobody knows yet. It was a girl, probably in her twenties..." That was all the details he had managed to hear when he overheard his father's call.

Scott took notice of the contradiction he was told and asked, "Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?" What Stiles had told him didn't make any sense.

Stiles again became giddy and talked excitedly, "That's the best part..." he let the suspense hang in the air for a second before continuing, "They only found a half! We're going." He smacked his lips in the end. The two got into Stiles' beat-up Jeep and drove off.

Beacon Hills Reserve

The duo drove to a back way to the woods. There is a sign hanging that acts as both a warning and a makeshift gate. The sign reads Beacon Hills Reserve. Then, underneath it was another smaller sign that read No Entry After Dark. Stiles drove the Jeep as close as he could when they arrived and parked. As they both leave the Jeep, Scott asks, "We're seriously doing this?" He couldn't believe Stiles was able to talk him into doing this. Even it was the most badass thing he had done in his entire life.

That was precisely what Stiles called him out on, "You're the one who always bitches that nothing ever happens in this town!" He had pulled out a flashlight and took the lead. They start to trudge through the woods.

Scott tries one last ditch effort to escape this little adventure, "I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow." While it was true, he was hoping going to bed early would help give him an edge at tryouts tomorrow. The truth, however, was he was not exactly comfortable going through the woods at night.

Stiles laughed at his Scotts declaration. Neither of them are going to make first line. They weren't talented enough. Scott is an asthmatic, and he is an uncoordinated kid with ADHD, "Right, because sitting on the bench asks such a grueling effort!" he said sarcastically.

"No, because... I'm playing this year. I'm going to make first line," Scott said assuring. It was more for himself rather than Stiles.

Stiles countered in his usual tone, "Hey, that's a spirit. Everyone should have a dream. Even if it's an unrealistic one."

The two continued through the woods, talking to one another. Scott asked, "Just asking out of curiosity, which part of the body are we looking for?" It was an essential bit of information. They needed to know what part of the body they were looking for. Stiles thought for a second and then hummed for a second, "Huh... I didn't even think about that." That was kind of scary, realizing that he didn't know what part of the body they were looking for. Whoever did the killing had little right to be called human.

Scott couldn't help but smile. This was totally a Stiles move. Going into something half-cocked and with only half the information. Maybe he should have eavesdropped more. So, Scott brought up a very valid point. "And er... What if the one who killed the body is still out here?" He was trying to lead Stiles down his train of thought.

Stiles then repeated the same action from before when he asked about which half they were looking for, "Also something I didn't think about!" Scott finally did laugh, which caused Stiles to look at him and then roll his eyes, annoyed that Scott was mocking his planning.

The two climbed a small embankment that was steep enough that they needed to use their hands to steady themselves. As they continued to rise, Scott started to wheeze as he said, "It's comforting to know that you planned this up with your usual attention to detail!"

"I know!" is Stile's annoyed reply.

Scott begins to feel his asthma take effect. He leaned against a tree while reaching into his hoodie pocket for his inhaler and shook it a few times, "Maybe the asthmatic should be the one who holds the flashlight, huh?" He really hated the cold nights; it made his asthma worse. His school only played at night for games, so he was always useless. Stiles had made it up the embankment first. Stiles tripped and heard something off in the distance. Looking up, he saw the flashlights of the cops in the distance. Stiles covers his flashlight's beam to avoid being spotted by the police. Scott mimicked his friend's actions and was still wheezing as he shook his inhaler.

Stiles gets excited that they found the search party. He picks himself up from the ground and heads towards the group while yelling at Scott, "Come on!" He was hoping that the search party would lead them to the body.

Scott watched as his friend started to leave him behind. He was still wheezing as he called for his friend, "Stiles!" Stiles didn't slow down; he wanted to catch up with the search party. Scott took a puff from his inhaler and then followed after Stiles. However, he was not quiet. He ran after him, making as much noise as possible while calling out, "Wait up! Stiles!" Scott tries to keep up, but Stiles keeps running too far ahead.

Stiles keeps running. He did hear Scott behind him, but he wanted to catch up with the search party. When Stiles didn't hear Scott for a moment, he turned around to try and see how far behind his friend was. Since he didn't watch what was in front of him, he ended up right in the path of a police officer and his dog. The dog barked at Stiles, and the officer flashed a light into the teen's eyes. Stiles fell to the ground in surprise as he covered his face to keep the light out. Scott ducked behind a tree to hide, not wanting to share Stiles' punishment.

The dog continued to bark, and the officer barked his orders at Stiles. However, rescue came in the form of his father, "Hang on, hang on... This little delinquent belongs to me." Noah went over to his son, looking haggard due to the late hour and the fact it was starting to drizzle.

Stiles got up and wanted to curse his luck, "Dad, how you're doing?" He would try to charm his dad and get out of any punishment.

The Sheriff, however, was not amused. "So, do you ah listen in on all my phone calls?" he asks sternly.

Stiles smiles and tries to sound innocent, "No!" but his father's face tells him he isn't believed. So, he just told him honestly, "Not the boring ones." Stiles couldn't count the number of times he listened in on a call; most of them turned out to be like "a cat in a tree" crime.

Noah nodded his head lightly. His son was honest with that part. However, if his son was here, Scott usually wasn't far behind, "So where is your usual partner in crimes?" he asked.

Stiles knew Scott's mom would flip if she found out he was in the woods at night. He decided to give Scott a chance to escape, "Who, Scott? Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep before the first day of school tomorrow. There's just me..." He gulped down air, winded from the running, and let out that scream. He wiped his nose as he continued to talk, "In the woods..." he could see his father still not believing him, "Alone..." he sounded less than believable by the end.

Scott takes this brief second to look out from his hiding spot. He saw the Sheriff slightly nod. The Sheriff didn't wholly believe his son. He panned his flashlight out in the woods while calling out, "Scott, you out there? Scott?" He didn't receive an answer back. Scott knew it was better not to get caught and not face his mother's wrath. Noah puts away his flashlight, satisfied that Scott wasn't in the woods. Who would want to be out in the woods in the rain? Noah then lets out a tired sigh before walking over to his son, "Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car, and you and I, we're gonna have a discussion about something called violation of privacy." He grabs Stiles by the back of his shirt and marches him towards his Jeep. Along the way, Stiles let out little cries of pain as his father was not so gentle with him.

Scott waits for a couple of minutes to make sure everyone is gone. After making sure the coast was clear, he started to head back the way he came. As Scott leaves his spot, he looks over his shoulder a handful of times to ensure he is not being followed. Piercing through the night sky, Scott hears the sound of a howl off in the distance. He starts to walk faster. However, his asthma starts to come back, thanks to the cold. The sound of fluttering wings makes him jerk his head up to see what made the noise. He didn't see a thing.

The sound of a howl resonates in the woods again as he comes to a small clearing. The rain is increasingly coming down at this point. The sound of rain hitting the leaves permeates throughout the clearing. For a moment, Scott thinks he hears something else, and as he stares past the trees. As he stands there looking, he digs his inhaler out of his pocket and shakes it. He is about to take a puff from it when, out of nowhere, a herd of deer nearly runs him over in a panic. Scott falls to the ground in fright as he tries to escape; his inhaler flies off into the darkness.

Scott watches in horror as the deer nearly trample him. He braces himself with his arms as his only defense. The deer are gone as fast as they appear. Scott looks around for a second to shake the fear from his body. He lets out a sigh of relief, knowing they are gone. Now, he had to find his inhaler. Those things cost a significant amount of money.

Scott takes out his phone to use the light from the screen to help him search through the forest floor. After several minutes of searching, he is skimming over another patch of leaves. At first, Scott doesn't realize it when he comes across something pale, but he quickly realizes it is the other half of the body he, Stiles, and the police were looking for. When he realizes what it is, he's scared shitless by the sight of the lifeless eyes of the corpse. Scott lands on his butt and begins to crabwalk back. He stops when he takes notice of the fear-filled expression on her face. Scott gingerly makes his way over to her corpse. Stiles was right about the girl being young. She was older than him by about ten years. Scott takes pity on her and closes the eyes of the corpse. He whispers to her corpse, "I'm sorry." He gets up. He took a picture of the clearing and the hill to show the police where they could find her body. She deserved a proper burial, at the very least.

Scott slides down the slope of the hill with ease. When he reached the bottom, Scott headed back towards the reserve entrance when a low growl caught his attention. The hairs on the back of Scott's neck stood on end as he slowly turned to see what produced them. What he saw made his breath hitch in his throat. It was a monster that resembled a wolf. It has midnight black hair and is enormous, almost as big as Stiles' Jeep. For Scott, the most terrifying trait of the monster is its glowing, piercing red eyes. Like a predator finally noticing prey, it lunged at Scott.

Scott is tackled to the ground and was being dragged by the beast. All the while, the beast snarled and roared as Scott struggled. He tried to grab ahold of a root from a tree to stop, but it proved useless. Scott couldn't hold on for long. The beast was too strong. He screamed as it dragged him. The monster's strong jaws latched on his side, which caused him to let out a yell in pain. The monster then suddenly threw Scott with its mouth.

Scott landed in a heap as he let out a groan. The mix of adrenaline and fear causes him to quickly recover, and he runs for his life. Scott runs through the woods, holding his bleeding side. The wolf had taken a good chunk out of him, impeding his running. Scott looks wildly around him, hoping the wolf is not tracking him. Scott runs through a couple of low-hanging, weak branches. Scott trips over a root, but it doesn't keep him down for long as he gets back up and sprints. He ran so far he didn't realize he ran into the middle of a road. A horn blares at him as a red Toyota nearly hits him. Scott covered himself, ready to get hit. Luckily, it swerves, barely missing him. While he stands in the middle of the road with the rain soaking him down to the bone, Scott looks down at his side and inspects his side. He sees the teeth marks and blood slightly oozing from the wound. In the distance, he hears a wolf howl as he stares back at the woods.

Scott feels a tickle in the back of his throat, causing him to cough. He tries to breathe, but it makes him cough more. Scott goes into a full-blown panic. He only ever got like this when he was having an asthma attack. The muscles in his legs give out, and Scott collapses to the asphalt. He grips his side as it now burns in agony. It felt like his insides were melting. Unnoticed by Scott, blood began leaking out of his nose, eyes, and ears. However, it is not the color of the normal blood. It is black. Scott's vision begins to blur, and he lays his head on the cold, wet road.

Scott is terrified. For himself and for everyone he'd leave behind. His poor mother would be all alone in that house. The two of them had been each other's rock ever since Scott's father left the house in a drunken stupor. He didn't want to picture her as a broken mess that she would become with his death. Stiles would never forgive himself for bringing him here and getting him killed. His best friend was already a social outcast and an ADHD mess. This would add to his pile, and Scott feared it would be the final straw that caused Stiles to spiral downwards.

Through his failing vision, Scott sees a foot come towards him. It was odd, however. The foot was bare, no socks, no shoes, nothing. The only thing that covered the foot was hair. It is just a regular man's leg. "What a shame," a gravelly bestial voice came from above him. Scott was too weak to look up. "Guess I'll just have to find another one." The voice addressed Scott like he was nothing more than a bug he accidentally stepped on. "Sorry, kid," the false sincerity in the being's voice ends with an amused laugh. The foot walks off, leaving Scott for dead.

Anger ignites in Scott's heart. Black spittle flings from Scott's mouth. His killer, the monster, just walked away. His killer was less than a foot away, and Scott could only wallow on the ground. Scott spits up a glob of black blood. His breathing is erratic and wheezy. This was his end, and he knew it. Out of the darkness of the night, a light starts coming toward him, and Scott closes his eyes, accepting death. He hears something open and something or someone running to him.

"Scott!" someone yells. It was a familiar voice.

Unknown Location

Scott momentarily wakes up somewhere dark. Scott didn't know where or how he got there, but he could hear someone talk to him. "It'll be okay, Scott," a male voice promises the teen. Scott fades into unconsciousness.

Scott woke up hearing two people arguing. "It's the only way to save him," the male voice begged someone.

"It's taboo!" a female implored the man to listen. "Something like this hasn't been done in centuries! And for a reason!" Scott had no idea what she meant, but if it could save him, he didn't care. "You could make his death twice as excruciating!" she tries her damnedest to make him see reason.

There was silence for a moment before the male spoke again. "I won't let him die," the finality in his voice left no room for argument. "If you don't want to help, fine. I just need the herbs and ingredients from the vault." The man left little room for arguing. Scott wished he could see who was risking so much to save him. From the familiarity with which they spoke with one another, it was apparent to Scott they were close.

"You'll be ostracized from the Circle!" the woman gives one final plea for him to stop. Whatever the Circle was, it sounded important.

The man fires back immediately, "That's a price I will gladly pay. So either help me or stay out of my way." Scott falls back into a deep sleep. Hoping that whatever happens, he wakes up.

Scott wakes up suddenly in agony. It feels like knives are in his blood, and his eyes feel like they are being ripped from his skull. He couldn't contain his pain, and a scream ripped out of his throat. He tries to move but feels his arms restrained at the wrists and biceps. He tries to kick, but his legs are wrapped tightly by his ankles to a table. "Scott! You need to go back to sleep," the familiar voice urged him.

How could he with all the pain he was feeling?

Scott felt the man open his mouth and feel something press against his lips. A strange green liquid flowed into his mouth, and Scott felt it burn the entire way down to his stomach. Scott screams again and takes back everything about hoping this person saved him. He wants the pain to end, and if death was the only way for it to stop, so be it. Scott's brain could no longer handle it and shut down.

McCall Residence

Scott nearly launches himself out of his bed in fright. He pants heavily and looks around his room. The Californian sun warms his shoulders and back from the window behind him. He falls back on the bed and laughs to himself. It was all a nightmare! Stiles coming to see him, the hike through the woods, the attack from the beast, and dying never happened! All the fear and anger melted away. Scott looks at his clock and notices he slept in. He couldn't be late on the first day! He throws the covers off and runs to the bathroom to get ready.

He turns the light on and looks into the mirror. He had muscles! Not like bulging, but they were defined! He looked like he had lifted weights for six months. As he admired his muscles, Scott noticed his stomach. Goosebumps pop up on his skin. His eyes dilate, and his heart pounds against his ribcage. On the left side of his abdomen is a whitening scar in the shape of a bite mark. "It wasn't a nightmare," Scott shallowly breathes out. He traces his fingers over his scar. The scar was prominent against his darker skin. If last night was real, how the hell did he survive? Who saved him?

Beacon Hills High School

Even after finding the scars, Scott felt better than he had ever felt in his entire life. He was peddling his bike through the parking lot as he avoided both people and vehicles. Scott may not be able to afford a car, but it didn't matter to him. His bike has never let him down, and he made sure to keep up with the maintenance as a sign of respect for it. It was weird. Scott had peddled as fast as he could at full speed but wasn't the least bit tired. As he was chaining his bike up, he was hit by the door of a car that was parked next to the bike stand. The car was a silver Porsche, and a tall, blonde, and fit teen exits out of the driver seat. He is Jackson Whittemore, the captain of the school's famous Lacrosse team. He inspected his door with a quick glance, seeing no damage. He stared down Scott, even though it was he who hit Scott. Scott looked at him, slightly appalled by his fellow teen. Instead of apologizing to him, the smug teen tells Scott, "Dude, watch the paint job!" Then, off to the side, one of his friends calls out to him. He leaves, all the while staring Scott down.

Scott clenches his jaw. Jackson had always acted arrogant since Scott had ever known the teen. Jackson was the first to develop, the first to get his license, the first to get a smoking hot girlfriend, and the first person to start on the lacrosse team. "Prick," he mutters under his breath. Scott gives a tug on the chain before leaving to find Stiles.

Scott sees Stiles waiting for him at one of the walkways and runs to Stiles. Stiles immediately says, "So, let's see this." He is giddy with excitement at seeing this bite mark that Scott texted him about. Stiles doesn't want to doubt his friend, but he thinks Scott is exaggerating the injury.

Scott raises his shirt and shows Stiles the bandaged wound. Stiles reaches to touch it, but Scott backs away, the injury still slightly tender. He puts his shirt down and tells Stiles what led to the injury, "It was too dark to see very much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf." Scott feels his throat go dry, remembering those red eyes, "A massive one." The duo starts walking towards the school.

Stiles repeats, "A wolf bit you?" He doesn't hide the disbelief in his voice. Scott nods, standing statement. "No, not a chance," Stiles says dismissively.

Scott is slightly hurt that his friend didn't believe him, "I heard a wolf howling! Look at the bite marks!" he says defensively as he points to his side. It was the most terrifying night of his life. The doubt from his friend hurt more than the bite.

"No, you didn't!" Stiles reaffirms his beliefs.

Scott's anger flares, and he snaps at his friend, "What do you mean I didn't?" For a moment, Scott feels a fire in his blood he never felt before. It was like something below his skin was trying to come out, and Scott wanted to let it out. Scott calms himself momentarily, then fumes, "I was there! How do you know what I saw and heard?" His shouting started to draw a few nosey people.

Stiles laughed at his friend's ignorance, "Because California doesn't have wolves. Not for like sixty years." Stiles said like it was common knowledge. Scott was not much of a nature enthusiast. With his asthma, he had to be careful.

Scott was adamant about what he saw, "I know what I saw, Stiles," he refused to think otherwise.

Stiles sighed, "Look, there's no wolf in California. It couldn't be a wolf,"

Scott decided to drop it before an argument broke out. They were already labeled as weird; they didn't want the extra attention or labels. He had something else to Stiles, something much more exciting, "Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf. Then you're definitely not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body." Scott smirks and wiggles his eyebrows at his friend.

Stiles almost jumped in glee with excitement. "You – Are you kidding me?" he shot out.

Scott remembered the body and the expression on the girl's face, "I wish." He shook his head at the memory, "She had this terrified expression on her face." Scott couldn't help but feel pain for the dead girl, "It was sad." He had to do the right thing and get the police involved. "We have to tell your dad when we can," Scott said, getting a nod from Stiles, who knows how serious this situation is. His dad would want to get the whole girl back to her family.

Stiles immediately returns to being excited, "That is freaking awesome!" Scott thought his friend was a little bit over-enthusiastic about a dead body. "I mean, seriously, it's the best thing that ever happened in this town since..." Stiles suddenly stops talking when he spots the girl of his dreams. He was at a loss for words but finished, "Since the birth of Lydia Martin!" He said overly loud to try and get the girl's attention. The girl who grabbed his attention was shorter than the two boys. She has strawberry-blond hair on top of her heart-shaped face. Lovely red lipstick highlights her beautiful lips that helped her perfect teeth stick out. She wears the latest fashion, making her all the more pleasant in the eyes of teenage boys. "Hey, Lydia! You look..." Lydia walked by, completely ignoring Stiles, "Like you're gonna ignore me," he said in an utterly disheartening voice. The duo watched her go. Stiles then directs his attention to Scott, "You're the cause of this, you know?" he playfully accuses.

Scott rolls his eyes as they start walking into the school, "Huh-huh," he replies.

Stiles added one more part to his accusations, "Dragging me down your nerd depth! I'm a nerd by association." Stiles always had to have the last word.

In Class

The first-period teacher was writing his name on the board while telling the class to keep their mind off the body that was found in the woods. Scott chuckled as he found it ironic. All the other students could gossip and lie about the body, but he actually found it. Scott had been able to find it and would be the one to show the police where to find it. Scott hadn't listened to a word the teacher said until the man said something worth listening to, "The police have a suspect in custody." Scott snaps to Stiles and looks to see if he has any idea. From the stunned expression on Stiles' face and the shoulder shrug, it was apparent his dad hadn't told him anything. "Which means you will give me your undivided attention," the teacher says as he pulls out the class's syllabus.

Scott starts to follow along with the teacher. However, he suddenly hears a distant ringing of a cell phone. It was not deafening, but he could hear it like it was in the room with him. Scott looks around the room at the other students, checking if one of the students was answering a phone in the middle of class. He didn't see anything. Scott even looked at the teacher, thinking it was him, but no, the man was still blabbing about the important stuff on the syllabus. Scott knew he wasn't hearing things. He picks up part of a conversation, "Mom, three calls for my first day is a little over-doing...Oh my god … forgot a pen!...Okay, okay, I gotta go. Love you..." Scott sees the voice is coming from a person outside. The striking feature of the person is the long, curly midnight hair. Scott watches the person meet with the principal before walking out of Scott's line of sight. Like a switch being turned off, Scott can no longer hear her. Scott couldn't believe he listened to her conversation from where he was.

Scott doesn't have much time to think about it as the mystery teen walks into the class with the principal. The principal interrupts the teacher and directs the teens' attention to the new girl. "Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome," the principal instructs the teens. Usually, that kind of introduction had the opposite effect. The girl would be lucky if she wasn't ridiculed for that introduction.

Allison puts her head down and makes her way to the only empty seat, the one right behind Scott. Scott remembers her lack of a pen and picks up one of his. He turns around and offers it to her. Surprised by the action and the fact the boy in front of her knew she needed a pencil, she let out a shy and perturbed, "Thank you." Scott turns around, satisfied with himself. His nose twitched at the scent that caught his nose. Lilac and gooseberries.

After a boring lecture on Kafka's metamorphosis, Scott leaves the class and goes about his day. At the end of classes, Scott goes to his locker, and to his delight, Allison is right down the hall. She doesn't notice him, but Scott sees her. He wants to work up the courage to go talk to her, but he is an outcast, a loser, and no girl like her would want a guy like him. Scott notices a mop of strawberry blonde hair in his peripheral, and his stomach sinks.

Lydia goes up to Allison and, as a fashion enthusiast herself, admires Allison's style. "This jacket is totally killer. Where did you get it?" Lydia asks, being friendly and hoping it will lead to a shopping trip later.

Allison notices Scott staring and gives a friendly smile to the boy. Scott offers a neutral expression but a polite, subtle nod. Allison notices Lydia is still waiting for an answer and shyly answers, "My mom was a buyer from a boutique back in San Fransisco." That was one of the best things about San Francisco.

Lydia smiles and slowly points at Allison. Allison expects ridicule or judgment from the girl in front of her. She didn't want to be labeled as a rich snob on her first day of school. "And you are my new best friend," Lydia responds playfully. Allison is surprised but gladly accepts the girl's proclamation. She is happy to find a friend so quickly on her first day.

From behind Lydia, Jackson comes up, gropes her by the small of her back, and greets his girlfriend with a kiss. Lydia eagerly returns it. Allison smiles at the heartwarming moment but awkwardly waits for the two to come up for air. Jackson loops one arm around Lydia's waist while using the other to lean against the lockers by Allison.

Scott stares so intently at the scene before him that he overlooks Stiles' arrival. Scott is finally broken from his trance when a girl the two boys knew walks up to them. The teen had been in the two boys' class since they were in middle school. Harley is a petite teen with ebony skin. She tends to be too much of a mean girl for Scott's liking. "Can someone tell me how a girl who's only been here for five minutes can already hang out with Lydia's click?" Harley proves Scott's point as she practically turns green with envy, leering at the three people just down the hall.

Stiles gives a very clever response, "Because she's hot... Beautiful people herd together." Scott shakes his head in amusement. Scott notices that Stiles can't keep his eye off Lydia. He felt terrible for his friend. He had eyes for a girl who wouldn't know from a hole in the ground.

Lydia leans into Jackson and offers Allison something to do this upcoming weekend. "So, this weekend, there's a party." Lydia likes the new girl a lot. Allison has a sense of style, she's bubbly, and she wasn't judging Lydia like everyone else did. Lydia could tell Allison didn't have a single malicious bone in her body.

"A party?" Allison asks curiously. It sounded exciting! She could use the distraction from moving.

"Yeah, Friday night, you should come," Jackson invites. Jackson had been with Lydia for so long that he could tell that Lydia was desperate for a female friend. While he loved Lydia, he couldn't stand how clingy she got sometimes.

While thankful for the opportunity, Allison remembered something important. "Oh, I can't, it's family night on Friday," Allison tells the two new friendly faces. From their reaction, she sees they weren't buying it. Thinking about it, it sounded like a poor excuse. "But thanks for asking," Allison tries to end it politely and hopes the two will invite her next time.

Jackson wanted the new girl to come with them to the party. He wouldn't lie to himself. Allison is beautiful, if not even more beautiful than Lydia. Jackson wanted to walk into the party with both of them on each arm. "You're sure?" Jackson pressures the girl a little to come out. "Everyone's going after the game."

Allison is a sports fan and is curious about which sport ruled at Beacon Hills. "You mean like football?" Allison wonders. She could watch any sport, but in her experience, football was the dominant sport in high school.

Jackson shoots an incredulous look at Allison but quickly remembers she's new to the area. He chuckles before explaining, "Football is a joke here. The sport is lacrosse. We won the national championship last year for the past three years." Jackson puffs out his chest and smirks cockily.

Lydia feels pride in her boyfriend. Jackson being a winner was one of the big reasons she dated him. Call her shallow, but she believed if you surround yourself with winners, you also become a winner. "Because of a certain team captain!" Lydia gloats as she leans into Jackson, giving his hair a playful caress. She is rewarded with him pulling her in close and kissing her neck.

Scott and Stiles continue to stare across the hall with envy. "We practice in a few minutes. If you don't have anything else to do," Jackson invites her to watch them. It is an excellent opportunity for him to show off and introduce Allison to Beacon Hills.

"Well, I was going to…"

"Perfect, you're coming!" Lydia cuts off Allison and leaves little room for arguing. She grabs Allison by the hand and drags her to the lacrosse field. Allison, while taken aback by the decision made for her, smiles the entire time. However, before she is completely gone, she shoots Scott one last smile before being pulled away.

Lacrosse Field

Scott and Stiles both changed in the locker room and are now in the process of running onto the field. Scott is shaking with excitement. This was the moment he'd been training for all summer. As he and Stiles jog on the field, they hear the coach's whistle. It was lacrosse time at Beacon Hills High School. It was time to make first line! However, unlike Scott, someone was being a downer about the upcoming tryouts. "But if you play, I won't have anyone to talk to on the bench!" Stiles whines, and he follows behind Scott. They run to one of the benches with all their backpacks. "Are you really gonna do that to your best friend?" Stiles complains while directing a mocking expression at Scott. No matter how many times Stiles told Scott, Scott couldn't get it in his thick skull that he was not going to be starting.

Having had enough, Scott tears into Stiles, "I'm going to make first line!" Stiles jumps at the sudden harsh words from his friend. "I'm not sitting on the sidelines anymore! This season, I make first line," Scott leaves little room for argument and leaves a stunned Stiles looking at Scott incredulously with his mouth agape. Scott swings his stick over his shoulder with his gloves and helmet hanging off the one hand. Out of the corner of his eye, he sees Lydia going up to the stands, followed by Allison. Allison takes a seat next to her new friend. She notices Scott smiling and returns the gesture. Scott grunts in satisfaction before his excellent mood is abruptly halted.

The reason for Scott's sour mood is the lacrosse team's coach. "McCall!" Coach Bobby Finstock is the definition of bizarre. If a weasel could be personified, it was Bobby Finstock. The man had these wide and expressive eyes that gave him a manic look. The way his black hair went every which way, you would have thought he stuck his finger into an electric socket. Like a matching set, his shrill and obnoxious voice.

Scott hates the man with a passion. The coach played favorites with the players. He likes making the younger or more inexperienced be the ragdolls and punching bags for the older players. He made sure you rode the bench if you didn't follow his orders. Scott had been one of those kids. The man is a grade-A douche in Scott's eyes. "Yeah?" Scott answers back curtly.

Bobby throws a goalie helmet, gloves, and stick at Scott. Scott easily catches the stick and uses the cradle end to capture the helmet. Bobby nods, impressed with the young man's reflexes. "You're in goal!" Bobby states, leaving little room for argument.

Scott looks at the gear with a leer before directing it at Bobby. "I've never played," Scott informs the coach. Scott has a feeling as to why he was chosen.

Bobby continues displaying his shit-eating grin proudly. "I know, scoring some shots will give the boys some confidence," Bobby doesn't hide his intention. "It's a first-day thing!" Bobby smacks Scott on the shoulder like Bobby is doing him a favor. Bobby motions to the rest of the team before shouting, "Get'em energized, fired up!"

"What about me?" Scott demands. He was not going to allow himself to be a practice dummy for all the stuck-up starters.

Bobby smiles like he heard a funny joke, "Try to not take any in the face." Bobby goes to give Scott a playful smack to his cheek, but Scott leans out of Bobby's range. Bobby gives a puzzled look at the teen before yelling out to the rest of the team, "Let's go! Come on!" Bobby looks wearily over his shoulder at Scott before jogging over to the drill.

Scott walks over to the bench and puts on the goalie equipment. On the bench is Stiles, who gives Scott a smug smile. "Told ya so," he gloats.

"Shut up," Scott growls. He straps all the goalie gear on before heading over to the goalie. He hopes he isn't severely bruised after practice.

Allison sees Scott put his stuff on and run over to the net. She nudges Lydia before motioning to Scott with her head, "Who's is that?"

Lydia is someone who prides herself on knowing everyone and their business. However, she drew a blank when it came to Scott. "Him?" Lydia and Allison watch Scott stretch and pop his shoulders while lifting the long goalie stick. Scott had that shy, quiet vibe coming off, which Lydia found cute. "I'm not sure who he is," Lydia tells Allison. Unknown to them, Scott heard them. He still didn't know how this was happening. However, Scott is grateful. He glances at them slightly while still stretching to avoid making it obvious. "Why?" Lydia looks at Allison and sees she's found someone who caught her eye.

The girl didn't waste any time, it seems. Allison continues to stare and replies, "He's in my English class." It was weird that he gave her a pen when she didn't even ask, but she was thankful for his help. It was goofy in its own adorable way.

Scott feels like he's floating air after finding out Allison is as interested in him as she is in her. He gets into the net, pumped up for the incoming drill, watching the rest of the team line up across from him. It all comes to a crashing halt as one of the assistant coaches blows his whistle with vigor. Scott's new hearing backfires, and he winces, causing his eyes to shut. A player in the line then charges the goal before heaving the ball at Scott with all his might. The ball cuts through the air like a rocket and smashes into Scott's helmet. Scott felt the impact like he was being hit by a rock, leaving him stunned momentarily. However, everyone laughed. Bobby, Jackson, the girls, even Stiles. A random player yells at Scott, "Way to catch the ball with your face, McCall!" Scott ignores him and rights himself up. Stiles sighs in embarrassment for his friend. If this was anything to expect, it would be a long season for Scott.

Scott bangs his stick against the poles and then motions for the people to come at him. The following person in line is passed a ball, and he cradles it in his stick. He runs swiftly to Scotts right before launching the ball to score. To everyone in the stands and field, it was a blur. However, Scott's eyes track the trail of the ball. He feels his muscles tense, swings his stick upwards, and bats the ball away. Everyone in line is slightly surprised by the action. Stiles, looking down at the grass so as not to see his friend being torn apart, snaps up in surprise and cheers, "Yeah!" Bobby looks astonished. Thinking back, he didn't think Scott had any talent. Now, the gears in his head were beginning to move.

Scott smiles, his confidence boosted by the earlier save. Another player gets the ball and charges. He charges three steps before launching the ball. Scott casually snags the ball into his stick. He swings it back, challenging another player. The player met the same result as the last, as Scott simply catches it. Another tries but is met with the same results. Scott hears Stiles whoop from the bench.

Bobby starts to get impressed. He may have found a diamond in the rough. It would take all his coaching expertise, but he would make Scott a half-decent player.

The drill continues, and five more players try to score on Scott. Scott blocked two aimed for the top right of the net, one to the top left, and two aimed between his legs. Each one ended up either batted away or caught. Each one got the fans and students who came to watch the practice to cheer. On the bleachers, Allison voices her bewilderment, "He seems pretty good." She couldn't believe the performance he was watching.

Lydia couldn't help but agree, "Yeah, very good." The odd part to her is that Jackson never mentioned someone like him.

Jackson had seen enough. As team captain, he would not let his team be made a fool of. He leaves his place in line and goes to the front. He puts his stick to single that he would take the next shot and tell the person in line to wait. He glares at Scott, trying to intimidate the teen. He motions for the ball. With the ball in hand, Jackson goes on the attack! He runs at full speed before jumping. He reels back his stick and, with every fiber of his being, launches it at the net.

Scott takes on the challenge, "Come on!" This ball is faster than the others, but that didn't matter. Scott snatches out the air with his stick. Scott grins at the success.

Stiles jumps up and whoops. Lydia mimics Stiles and claps for the new standout. Allison smiles brightly in a mixture of her new friend's reaction and Scott being excellent on the field. "He's my friend! He's my friend!" Stiles proclaims. While he wishes for some of the attention, he's happy for his best friend.

Bobby let out a sharp whistle. Jackson was his best player and scored on almost every shot he took, and Scott blocked it like it was nothing. Bobby had some strategizing to do. He didn't have to wait for championships; he was going to go get them now.

Jackson notices Lydia's actions and shoots her a look that says are you kidding me? The action slightly hurt him, but Lydia's wild passions were not new to him. Lydia responds with an innocent one. If Jackson made the shot, she'd be cheering for him. To add insult to Jackson's wounded pride, Scott takes his stick and flicks it over his shoulder for a stylish behind-the-back pass.

Beacon Hills Reserve

After practice, Scott made good on his promise to Stiles. They were trudging through the reserve. They parked Stiles' Jeep in yesterday's spot and retraced their steps. "So, you gonna tell me what the hell was that?" Stiles presses. He'd noticed Scott's strange behavior and major change of athleticism. Scott hadn't reached for an inhaler at all today.

Scott hops down into a small creek, with Stiles right behind him. Scott ignores his now-wet feet and continues to walk. He gathers the thoughts and feelings he had today and starts to explain, "I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball and was faster than I have ever been!" They keep on going, not wanting to slow down. They only had a few more hours of daylight, "And that's not the only weird thing. I hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear if I focus, and I smell things I shouldn't be able to."

Stiles' disbelief is present on his face. "You smell things? Like what?" Stiles asks with a bit of mockery in his tone. He was willing to humor Scott.

Scott caught his friend's disbelief and, in a void tone, says, "The mint gum in your jacket pocket." For a moment, the only sound is the crunching of leaves beneath their feet.

Stiles looks at Scott in disbelief and digs his hand into his pocket, saying, "I don't have any mint gum in my..." Stiles' expression is wiped off his face, and he pulls out a stick of gum from his pocket. Stiles looks at Scott, who has a told-you-so look before walling ahead. Stiles unwraps the gum and throws it in his mouth. "So, all of that started with a bite?" Stiles asks while trying to catch up.

Scott swallowed hard at the memories of last night. Today had been tremendous, and all of last night's horrors had been pushed to the back of his mind. "Yeah, and whatever bit me nearly killed me. It gave me some kind of infection." Scott subconsciously rubs the side where the whitened scar is under his shirt.

Stiles forms a devious thought. In his best serious tone, he starts, "You know what, I actually think I heard it. It's a specific kind of infection." Stiles doesn't get his desired reaction as Scott keeps walking. The only indication that he heard him was Scott raising an eyebrow.

"Whatever it was, it nearly killed me," Scott starts. "After it bit me, I got back to the main road and nearly got run over. Then, I felt like my insides were melting, and almost passed out. Someone stood over and made a smug apology, and went away. After the person left, I saw a bright light and someone calling my name. The next thing I know, I'm in a dark room, hearing voices arguing and being forced to drink something. Then I was home." Scott finishes his retelling, and a ghost of pain trails through his body.

Stiles looks afraid for his friend, "I was going to make a joke about lycanthropy." Stiles admits he was going to make light of his friend's story. "Holy shit, you got abducted." They start walking again.

Scott ducks under a branch that looks familiar. "I don't think the person who took me wanted to kill me. He wanted to help me." However, that wasn't the complete truth. "I did hear him say what they did to could be fatal."

"So what saved you could have killed you?" Stile questions. Scott nods his head. "What the hell did they give you?"

"Don't know," Scott replies, starting to recognize the area more and more. "Tasted like shit, though," Scott says, rubbing his throat.

Stiles can tell his friend didn't have a good experience last night. It was all his fault. They could have avoided this if he'd just called out to him when his dad caught them. "Sorry." What else could he say?

Scott notices Stiles' downtrodden demeanor and quickly tells him, "Don't be. You didn't do anything wrong." Before he goes back to looking for his inhaler and the body, he gives one last crack for Stiles' benefit, "Still serious about hearing the wolf, though. Stiles smiles before he does a fake howl. "Seriously?"

"You're the one who heard a wolf!" Stiles laughs. "Maybe you're a werewolf!?" Stiles childishly acts like a wolf, growling and pretending his fingers are claws. A look from Scott told him to knock it off. "Okay, obviously, I'm kidding. But if you see me in shop class melting all the silver I can find, it's because Friday is this full moon." Scott ignores his friend while looking around. They found the spot where Scott saw the body

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The problem was there was no dead body. Scott double-checks and is positive this is the spot. "I swear it was there. I saw the body, the deer came running from there, and I dropped my inhaler," Scott explains. He then notices the hoof prints. He points to them and exclaims, "See! Here!"

Stiles looks and sees what Scott's talking about, but Stiles is more interested in the body, "Maybe the killer moved the body?" It was a possibility. The rain would have made good cover for the killer to move the body.

Scott nods his head. It was the only explanation. However, he needed to get that inhaler. His mom worked hard to afford those things. He'd hate to ask for more money to buy another one. "If he did it, I hope he didn't take my inhale…" Scott stops speaking when he hears a crunching of leaves. He snaps in the direction but sees nothing. Stiles goes to talk, but Scott raises a hand to stop him. The movement stopped, but he could still hear him lightly breathing. "Come out, now! I know you're there!" Scott calls out. Stiles tenses next to him and starts to look around for whoever Scott is talking about.

Out from behind a tree walks a pale man in his early twenties. He was taller than the two teens by at least a head. His black hair is spiked up, making him look like a punk rocker. To add to his level of creepiness, he is wearing all black. His black leather jacket looked pristine, so the boys could see he wasn't homeless. The man hollers, "What are you doing here?" The stranger walks towards them, but both teens hold their ground. The crunching of leaves is loud under his heavy boot.

"None of your business," Scott replies. He felt something in the back of his head told him something wasn't right with the man in front of him.

The man stops in his tracks and eyes Scott. Scott notices the man looked alarmed and cautious. "This is private property," the man informs them. Scott eyes Stiles in his peripheral. Stiles did the same; he didn't know either. The man then shouts again, "Huh!?" Scotts brings his attention back to the man.

Scott didn't answer, only glowering at the man. To avoid a fight, Stiles diffuses the situation. "Uh…Sorry, man, we didn't know." Stiles stuffs his hands in his pockets and eyes Scott in a silent message to say something.

Scott notices Stiles' unease and decides to avoid a fight for the sake of his friend. "Just looking for something. Forget it." The older man walks closer towards them and stops about six feet from them. The man quickly digs his hand into his jacket pocket. Scott gets ready to make a run for it and get the man's focus on him, not Stiles. He then quickly throws something at Scott. It was his inhaler! Before Scott could say anything, the man was already walking off. Scott smiles and pockets his inhaler. "Let's go. I got to go to work," Scott tells Stiles and starts heading to where they parked the Jeep.

Stiles stares at the retreating man's back. He swears he recognized him from somewhere. Like a lightbulb turning on, Stiles remembers the then man. With the new realization, Stiles' expression changes to one of shock, and he runs after Scott. "Scott! Scott, wait up!" he yells.

Scott slows his pace but doesn't stop moving. "What?"

Stiles jabs his thumb over his shoulder and hurriedly says, "That was Derek Hale! You remember him, right?"

At first, Scott is confused, but the realization hits him. The fire from ten years ago, "That was…"

Stiles nods his head wearily. "Yeah, that was his family that died in the fire," Stiles finishes Scott's thought.

"What's he doing back here?" Scott asks.

Stiles scoffs with a shrug of his shoulders, "Don't know." Stiles looks over his shoulder as if checking to ensure that Derek isn't behind him. "Come on," Stiles urges as he passes Scott in a speed walk. Scott snorts before breaking into a brisk jog to catch up to his friend.

Veterinary Office

Stiles drops Scott off at his place of work: Beacon Hills Veterinary Office. It is a simple faded brick building that everyone in town knew. Scott walks, and behind the counter is the man who runs the veterinary office. "Afternoon, Scott," the man greets the teen with a wave. Scott's boss is a sympathetic and wise man by the name of Alan Deaton. The ebony-skinned man had run the little vet office since before Scott was born and had a stellar reputation with all pet owners in Beacon Hills.

"Hey, Dr. Deaton," Scott greets the vet. "What's on the list today?"

Alan smiles at Scott's go-getter attitude. "Just the usual, Scott. Feed the animals and clean the kennels," Alan instructs. He then gathers up some paperwork and goes to a nearby office. "I have to leave early today. Will you be okay closing up?" Alan inquires about the teen, even though Scott can handle it.

Scott gestures with his head that he could do it. "Not a problem, Dr. Deaton," Scott responds. He disappears behind the door to the animal kennels.

Alan's cheerful disposition quickly changes to one of melancholy. The man rubs the back of his neck before going into his office. He did anything but paperwork in that office. The man left hours later.

Scott had nearly finished everything Alan wanted done. He just needed to do one more check on the animals and put in some more food for the animals to be good for the night. First, Scott puts the closed sign in the window before going to the closet. Grabbing the heavy tubs of cat food and dog food, one in each hand, he enters the room filled with kennels. Only a handful of animals were staying at the clinic: four dogs and two cats.

Scott feeds the dogs with little to no issue, only they seem to shy away from him. The cats, on the other hand, eyed him wearily. Scott opened the cage of the last cat, and the little beast yowled at him. Scott isn't deterred and shows no signs of fear, giving the cat a confident expression. The cat is a regular at the vet and always gets in trouble. It only ever looked calm with Alan or with her elderly owner. It did not live up to its name, Ms. Cupcake. The cat was anything but sweet.

Scott grabs the plastic bowl in front of the kennel, and the cat presses into the metal back wall of the cage. Scott fills the bowl, and as he puts it back, the cat swipes at him. Scott's reflexes were sharper than the cat's. He swiftly pulls his hand back, which causes the predator instincts of the cat to act up. The cat charges at Scott, fully ready to claw his face apart. Scott slams the door, and the cat tries to reach him through the bars. Scott reels from the attack, "Asshole." Suddenly, banging on the front door diverts his attention from the cat. Scott goes to the front and, to his surprise, finds Allison to be the culprit. He opens it up and sees the poor girl soaked to the bone. Her soaked hair gives her a disheveled look, and upon a closer inspection, Scotts sees she has been crying.

Allison interrupts with panicked babbling sobs before Scott can ask her why she is here. "I didn't see it. I took my eyes off the road for like two seconds to change the music on my iPhone, and then this dog, he just came out of nowhere." Allison lets out another whimper, and she tries to push down the tears.

Scott keeps an even head and tries his best to get Allison to calm down, "Hey, it's alright, it's alright, it's alright." Allison nods and calms down slightly. Now came the hard part, "Do you remember where it happened so I can find the dog?" He knew it was a long shot, but if he could call the cops and get them to pick it up and deliver it back to the clinic. He could take care of the superficial stuff until Alan came back.

"No!" Allison fires immediately in a shrill tone. Scott nearly let out a groan of frustration, but Allison finished her thought. "I mean, yes, I remember where I hit it, but the dog is."

"Where? Where is it?" Scott presses. The situation was confusing for him.

"It's in my car," Allison reveals. Allison turns around and heads to her car. Scott follows hot on her heels.

Allison opens the trunk, and the dog, a Border Collie, barks and attempts to charge Allison. However, the hind legs wouldn't allow it. The only thing the dog could do to be slightly vicious is bark with every part of its being. It does its job as Allison jumps back while letting out a yelp.

Scott put his hand on her back to calm her. "You're okay," Scott assures her, and it works. He then turns his attention to the dog, "It's just scared." The dog bared its teeth.

"That makes two of us," Allison counters. She didn't notice her hands still slightly shaking.

"Let's see if I have any better luck," Scott says. He does something Alan had taught. He sticks his hand in front of the dog's face, his fingers just an inch from its muzzle. The dog then opens its mouth and firmly clamps its teeth on his fingers. Alan told him that in the animal kingdom if an animal exposes a vulnerable appendage to a predator animal, it is a sign of trust. Scott did not falter as the animal growled and applied more pressure, but it didn't break Scott's skin.

The dog looks at him as if to test him. It growls one last time before letting go and becoming docile. The dog went back to whimpering and licking his fingers as if to eagerly apologize. "It's okay, shhhh." The dog whines and lets Scott pick it. Scott goes right back to the clinic with Allison on his heels.

In one of the examination rooms, Scott looks over the dog. Allison looks over in quiet amazement at Scott's medical expertise. "I think her leg is broken. The doc showed me how to make splints," Scott voices his thoughts to the girl. "I can do it myself and give her antibiotics," Scott looks over to the still-soaked girl. Her bra shows right through the wet white fabric. He goes over to his gym bag in the corner of the room. Digging into it for only a moment, he pulls out one of his spare shirts. He holds it out to her. "Here, you look cold," Scott says, doing his best not to look down at the black bra.

Allison looks at the shirt. "Don't want to trouble you," she resists. She already appreciates

However, Scott doesn't back down. "Here," Scott insists while reaching out closer to her. Seeing Scott wasn't going to take no for an answer, she takes it. Allison goes to an adjoining room and unwittingly stands in front of the door window. She takes off the wet shirt and the cold bra, revealing her bare back. It takes all of his willpower to look away. He ends up looking at the dog, which is giving a judgmental look. "What? I didn't see anything," Scott defends himself. The dog kept the same expression.

Returning to the room, Allison rubs her arms to ward off the cold that sunk into her skin. "Thanks for doing this. I feel really stupid," Allison confesses. She had basically ruined his night when she came to the clinic in a panic.

Scott looks at her bizarrely. "Why?" Anyone in her position would have acted in her position. If anything, she was brave. She stopped and helped an animal that was both frightened and hurt. She then found an animal clinic and stayed with the animal instead of handing it off. She took responsibility for all her faults and admitted to them. Scott admires that.

Allison plays with her hair and tries not to look Scott in the eye. "I don't know," Allison hesitates. "Because I freaked out like a total girl." Allison could only imagine what her mother would have said if she saw her act like that.

Scott lets out an uncontrolled snort. Allison at first looks offended, but Scott puts a hand on his chest as an apology. "Sorry, but you are a girl," Scott points out.

Allison feels her cheeks burn. She likes his laugh. "I freaked out like a girly girl, and I'm not a girly girl," Allison cringes. She was not raised to be one.

"What kind of girl are you?" Scott inquires.

Allison puffs out her chest with pride. "A tough one," Allison claims. "At least I thought I was," she says, acknowledging her own setback to that declaration.

"Don't worry about it. Everyone freezes when they're scared," Scott says. He'd frozen plenty of times in this very clinic. The first time a full-grown German Shepherd charged at him, Scott was like a small rabbit paralyzed with fear. Scott still remembers the dog's frothing mouth and the wild look in its eyes. Scott sees Allison look at him questionably. Trying to lighten the mood, Scott brings Allison's attention back to the dog. "It looks like she's gonna okay. And I'm pretty sure she'll let you pet her now if you want," Scott offers a spot for the girl to pet the dog. The dog pants loudly, happy to receive the attention.

Remembering the dog's early aggression, Allison is apprehensive to go near it. "I don't think so," she dismisses the gesture. She'd done enough to the dog. She didn't want to hurt it anymore by petting it in the wrong spot.

Scott is not having any of it, "Oh, come on." He gently grabs her hand and places it on the dog's side. Allison almost pulls away, but the dog's soft fur and happy whines stop her. Allison starts to smile as she continues to pet the dog. "See? She likes you," Scott declares. Scott can't help but stare at Allison as she smiles and lovingly strokes the dog.

Allison kept petting the dog until she felt eyes on her. She snaps to Scott and finds him staring at her with a goofy smile. "What?" she asks Scott. Typically, that kind of thing was an immediate red flag, and Allison would make for the door. However, he helped her a lot tonight, so she would give him the benefit of the doubt.

Scott doesn't hide or shy away from her. He speaks what was on his mind. "Nothing. It's just nice to see you smile," Scott confesses.

Allison feels all her apprehension melt away. "Thanks," Allison replies. Her heart flutters in her chest. Allison had to admit Scott has his quirks, but he is adorable because of those quirks. It was like he was from a different time.

After Scott puts the dog in a kennel, he escorts Allison to her car. The rain had stopped at some point, so they didn't need to hurry. As Allison opens her car door to leave, Scott, in a nervous tone, asks, "I was wondering." Scott hopes she didn't question how he knew this, but he braces for the possible rejection. "Is it really family night on Friday? Or you think maybe you'd like to go to that party with me?" Scott felt his palms become sweaty. He felt more nervous about this than he did with the dog.

Allison bashfully smiles and admits something, "I have to say that was a total lie." She was overwhelmed by Lydia. She would have liked to get settled first before being invited out to parties. However, being with Scott for the past hour shows her that the boy is sweet and that in this new town, she can find friends.

"So is that a yes, you'll go?" excitement leaks out of Scott's words. He felt he knew the answer but didn't want to assume.

Allison doesn't want to tease the boy anymore. "Definitely yes," Allison promises. She gives him one final teasing smile and gets in the car. Scott watches her car leave the parking lot.

It takes all of Scott's self-control to not start dancing. For the first time in a long time, he felt life was starting to finally go his way. He pats himself on the back before returning to the clinic to close up. After he finishes up in the clinic and gets home. He falls asleep with a smile plastered on his face.

Dream

Scott finds himself in a courtyard under a bright blue sky. He looks around, trying to figure out where he is. He notices his bare feet are touching frozen hard dirt, but he endures it. To his surprise, tall mountains with icy peaks scraped against the sky off in the distance. Scott knew for a fact there were no ice-capped mountains in California. He also notices his breath as he exhales. It never got that cold in California in the fall. Scott surmises that he was somewhere from home. He walks off in a random direction to find any buildings or life. Maybe he could find out where he was.

He finds a demented version of an obstacle course. Thirty wooden poles stood fifteen feet in the air. In the middle of those high poles were several logs and bags with what Scott could guess were rocks due to how the bags bulged. Slowly but surely, the bags and log started to weave side to side. Scott notices a series of gears, pullies, and wooden wheels that cause motion.

Scott felt an invisible force pull him to the contraction. He climbs a nearby ladder to the obstacle course. As if it knew he was waiting, the bags and log began to move. Scott's eyes go wide as he sees the contraption. He doesn't think he will be able to, but his body moves independently of his control as if he is drawn to this.

He takes two giant leaps and leans his head to the side as a bag of rocks skims his ear. He leaps to another stake and has to evade another bag, so he springs to another stake. Before Scott could move, something blasts into his side. He doesn't know how long he falls, but it's short and painful. Scott's back meets the ground, causing an electricity of pain to jolt from his head to his toes. Scott groans in pain before he tries to leverage himself up with an elbow.

"Get up!" a strong, raspy voice commands Scott. Scott snaps in the direction of the voice. Scott has to squint as the person who spoke to him stands in the path of the sun. Scott tries to cover his eyes with his hand but does not help. "You have a long way to go before you're ready for the Path," the man says before turning back to the obstacle course. Scott can only see the man's back and notices a sword in a sheath and black armor on his broad body.

Scott wakes up in a fright. He looks around his room, ensuring he is back where he belongs. Scott lets out a sigh of relief at being home. As he goes to sit up in his bed, he feels a dull ache in his back. Scott lifts himself to his feet and goes to the bathroom to look in the mirror. Looking at his back, there is a deep purple and blue bruise forming.

Beacon Hills High School

After having a long and tedious of classes, Scott is finishing up getting changed in the locker room. Scott cannot wait for Friday night. He keeps imagining what it will be like to finally go out with a girl. Scott puts the last of his stuff in his locker before it is abruptly smashed closed. Scott finds the culprit to be Jackson, and if the scowl on his face is a clue, he is not happy. Scott is taken by surprise as Jackson gets right to talking, "Alright, little man, how about you tell me where you find your juice?" Jackson gets in Scott's face, almost daring him to lie.

Scott feels pity for the teen and his insecurities. Jackson felt threatened by Scott and would not give up his position as captain and ace of the team. "Back off!" Scott threatens Jackson. He was not afraid of someone like Jackson. Jackson was like most people who talked big; once you demonstrated that you were not intimidated, they quickly turned tail and ran.

Jackson slams his fist in the locker, trying to apply more pressure on Scott to get him to talk. "Where are you getting your juice!?" Jackson demands answers from the slightly trimmer teen.

Scott's patience finally ran out. "Hey!" he barks out as he steps nose-to-nose with Jackson. Jackson starts to realize that Scott is not that much shorter than him. "Back off, now!" Scott growls, and he pushes Jackson away from him.

Jackson stumbles, and while he is now discouraged, he keeps a brave face. However, the fire is still roaring in his chest. "Now listen, McCall, you're gonna tell me what it is and who you buy it from because there's no way you can suddenly go on the field and kick ass like that without a chemical boost." Jackson steps into Scott's personal space.

"Are you on steroids?" Scott asks mockingly. While the teen was joking, it could get problematic for Jackson if the wrong people heard that. It could get terrible for the coach, who would have to test him.

Jackson didn't take kindly to the insinuation. He grabs Scott by the front of his jersey and pins him to the locker. "What the hell is going on with you, McCall!?" Jackson didn't need the wrong people to hear that. Was he taking steroids? That wasn't important right now.

The anger inside Scott erupts, and Jackson is the only target available. Scott is somewhere else now. He sees an adult man in Jackson's place. The man's eyes were glassy and unfocused. Scott swiped his fist up at Jackson's wrist, making him break his grip on the jersey. Jackson lets out a yelp on the attack of his wrist. Scott grabs Jackson by his jersey, spins, and pins Jackson to the locker he was just on. Jackson tries to fight off Scott, smashing his fists into Scott's forearms. Scott hardly feels the teen's assault. Scott pulls Jackson off the locker before he pounds him back into the locker, making a loud bang. "Don't you ever put your hands on me!" Scott roars in Jackson's face.

Jackson turns white as a ghost, and all the fight leaves him due to the unleashed rage that blew up him. Scott's nostrils flare, and his breathing becomes rapid. Jackson did the only thing he could think of: become a coward. "Hey, hey, hey, easy, McCall! Relax!" Jackson's voice trembles, and he laughs a forced laugh. Scott pins him more into the locker, his arm trembling. "Okay! Okay! I'll leave you alone! I'm sorry!" Jackon pleads like his life depends on it. After this display of anger, Jackson did not want whatever he thought Scott was on.

Scott shoves him to the ground so hard he bounces and skids. "Don't ever do that again," Scott warns before grabbing the rest of his stuff and heading out to the field. Jackson follows Scott with his eyes but does not get up. He lets out a breath he didn't know he was holding. He'd get up and go to practice. Once his legs got the strength to do so.

Lacrosse Field

Scott is still fuming as he finishes putting his gear on while standing near the bench. Did Jackson deserve to be put in his place? Yes. Did he deserve to feel all of Scott's pent-up rage? No. Scott continues to feel weird since the animal attack. He hopes his life will get back to normal soon. "Scott! Scott, wait up!" Stiles frantically calls to him. Scott lets out a heavy sigh. He hoped too soon.

Scott secures the last pad, but Stiles grabs him by the elbow. Scott pulls away and begs, "Stiles, it's the first-round elimination, can't wait?" First-round elimination is where the coaches make the cuts for the starting line. It was Scott's opportunity to give it his all and make the first line.

Stiles pulls Scott back by his shoulder pads and pleads for him to listen, "Just hold on, okay? I heard my dad on the phone. They found animal hair on the body." His dad still took phone calls in his office, and the vent still carried his voice to Stiles' room.

Scott didn't want to hear it, "I gotta go." He doesn't care about the monster in the forest or the body at this moment. He had a position to get. He runs onto the field with his stick in hand.

Stiles tries one final time to get Scott's attention and grabs the shoulder pads again, "Wait, no, Scott! You're not gonna believe what animal it was!" Scott doesn't look back. Scott heard him but didn't care to heed his friend's words. Stiles chases after Scott, but Scott isn't held back by his fellow teen. Under his breath, in only a whisper, he says, "It was a wolf." Stiles shows his frustrations by his jaw clenching and licking his lips in anxiousness.

Bobby blows his whistle and calls all the players to him. "Let's go, gather around! Come on!" Jackson leads the players to the coach while Scott runs alongside them. Scott notices Allison walking up the bleachers, and she gives him a small wave. Scott sends one back. "You got a question, McCall?" Bobby looks at Scott with scrunched eyebrows.

Scott notices all the eyes on him and quickly dismisses the coach. "No." He steals one last glance at Allison before focusing on the coach.

Bobby shrugs off Scott's weird behavior. "Okay!" he addresses everyone, scanning the huddle with his eyes. He gives his toothy smile before beginning his speech, "You know how this goes. If you don't make the cut, you stay on the bleachers for the rest of the season." Several players nodded, some prayed, and others didn't need to worry. Stiles looked like his mind was thousands of miles away. Seeing his words taken in, Bobby continues, "You make the cut. You're playing! Your parents are proud! Your girlfriend loves you!" Bobby slaps a few player's helmets and shakes one or two by the shoulder as he talks. Most of the group laughs, and one or two shoulder checks another player they knew had a girlfriend. Bobby stares Scott directly in the eyes. "Now get out there and show me what you've got!" Bobby shouts, and the team rallies to him. Everyone is cheering and hollering, pumped for the game.

Two sharp whispers signal for the game to begin. At first, the ball gets passed, and the starting defense does not give up anything. The ball comes to Scott, and the teen smirks confidently before planting his foot in the dirt and taking off. Scott goes one way before spinning away from one player. Someone checks him before he can make his next move, and Scott is flattened into the ground. Scott looks up to see it was Jackson giving a hateful sneer. A whistle from one of the referees calls for a faceoff. Jackson smugly walks over to the faceoff. Scott follows, wanting to pay Jackson back.

Scott and Jackson squat at the faceoff. The referee puts the ball between them. The two teens glare at one another as they prepare to fight for the ball. The whistle blows, and Scott proves his faster and more powerful of the two. He swipes the ball away before Jackson and shoves him with his shoulder. Jackson quickly scrambles to his feet and chases after Scott. Scott does a swim move over one defender before trucking another. Jackson tries to catch up but trips over the teammate that Scott trucked. "Damnit, Danny!" Jackson yells at the fallen teen, who gives him an incredulous response.

Scott runs towards the goal and is met by a wall of three players. Scott couldn't muscle his way through or get around, so he went above. Scott launches into a jump and soars over three teens. The three defenders can only look awestruck as they watch the teen land behind them in a crouch. Scott quickly gets to his feet, charges the net, winds up, and fires the ball at the net. The goalie swings his stick to catch it. The goalie misses, and the ball shooshes as it smacks into the net.

A whistle blasts across the field and cheers erupt. Scott smiles as the others of his makeshift team surround him as they cheer. Jackson watches on, feeling envious and angry that his spot as "star player" is slipping from his fingers. Allison cheers, as does Stiles from his spot on the bench.

Bobby blows his whistle to get everyone's attention, making the celebration die down. "McCall! Get over here!" Bobby commands. Scott's cheerful demeanor dies, and he gains an annoyed look. Coming over to talk to Bobby, Scott stares directly into their eyes, ready to hear the bullshit from the coach. "What the hell was that? This a lacrosse field! What, you're trying up for the gymnastics team?!" Bobby berates Scott. The man shoves a finger in Scott's face as he screams.

Scott is a hair's length from throwing his stick at Bobby and telling him what he can go do to himself. However, he gives a reasonable answer, "I didn't want to beat up your starters too bad, coach." Scott felt terrible for making Danny look like an idiot, but not Jackson. Scott's shoulder check was for the cheap shot from earlier. "Just wanted to make the shot."

Bobby's eyes get wide, and he starts to smile. "Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what?" Bobby toys with the teen. Scott looks at him blankly. Seeing that Scott isn't taking the bait, Bobby blurts it out, "You're selected, buddy. You made first line." Bobby slaps Scott on the shoulder as he announces the news. Bobby gives Scott a rough pat on the cheek and walks off to berate the remaining players.

Everyone on the bench and everyone in the bleachers cheers for Scott. For the first time in a long time, Scott feels things are finally going his way. He soaks in the cheers and praise. However, while strangers and new friends cheer for Scott, one person doesn't. Stiles, his oldest friend, stares at his best friend with worry.

Stilinski Household

Stiles made a B-line to his computer after he got home from practice. Stiles types away as he looks up one topic thoroughly: lycanthropy. Stiles said in the woods at first as a joke. Now, Stiles was starting to believe he'd been spot-on. After seeing what Scott did, Stiles is starting to believe it himself. His best friend, a werewolf. He laughs at himself at the irony.

Stiles finds all kinds of lore and history of lycanthropy. Apparently, the werewolf legend started in both ancient Mesopotamia and Greece. The legends of Gilgamesh and Lycian were where the legend began. After learning about the history, he found something that piqued his curiosity. Wolfsbane is a small blue or purple flower poisonous to everything. However, it got its name because Ancient Greeks used the flower to poison wolves with bait traps. Stiles nods his head at this bit of information. He learned something new.

Stiles knew about silver from the old movies and books he read. He found several sources that explained the reasoning behind it, but all that matters in all the stories is silver kills werewolves. He found old drawings and pictures of hunters killing werewolves with silver-tipped arrows. Stiles looks over picture after picture and can't help but feel slightly crazy. Just the other day, Stiles thought lycanthropy was something out of Hollywood and old horror novels. Now, fantasy was becoming a reality. Each picture makes the hair on the back of Stiles' neck stand on end. Stiles prints picture after picture to his printer. His friend was turning into a monster! A knock on his bedroom door makes Stiles jump.

Looking at the window, he finds an orange glow of the sun peaking through the blinds of one of his windows. The sun was setting. Getting to his feet, he wipes the sweat from his palms onto his jeans. He takes a calming inhale before he apprehensively grips the door handle. With a swift jerk, he opens it to find a smirking Scott with a backpack on his shoulder. Exhaling finally, his body relaxes, and he looks down at the ground in relief. "Get in," Stiles says, and Scott doesn't get an option as his friend pulls him into the room. Scott looks around the room and assumes Stiles' ADHD flared big time last night again. Looking at the floor, Scott notices several texts and pictures that had to deal with wolves from the look of it. It wasn't the first time Stiles had done obsessive research on a topic. "You have to see this. I've been up all night reading," Stiles answers as if reading Scott's mind. Stiles peaks into the hallway, looking down both ends as if ensuring Scott wasn't followed. It made Scott worry about his friend's mental state. "Websites, books, all these things," Stiles reveals while walking over to his computer chair.

Scott looks about the room in concern. "How much Adderall did you have today?" Stiles had the pills to help him focus in school. However, Scott never recalled Stiles actually taking the pills for school.

"A lot," Stiles gives his honest answer. He stopped counting after five. "Doesn't matter. Just listen," Stiles begs Scott as he spins in the chair, grabs three papers from his desk, and turns back around to face Scott.

Scott took a seat on Stiles' bed. It was the only place that wasn't covered with papers. "Is this about the body? Did the police find who it is, or who did it?" Scott asks. Stiles last updated Scott on the case the day they went back into the woods.

Stiles shakes his head while saying, "No." The papers crinkle in his hand.

"They're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale," Stiles reveals.

"Yeah, him," Scott said, narrowing his eyes. He still couldn't shake the uneasy feeling he had about Derek. He felt off.

Stiles' frustrations boil over as he flails his arms in aggravation. "Yeah, but that's not it, okay?!" Stiles snaps, but Scott doesn't take it personally. Stiles has the decency to lower his head in shame.

Calmingly, Scott asks the million-dollar question, "What then?" He had been on the end of worse verbal barking from Stiles.

"Remember the joke of the other day?" Stiles starts, even letting out a single laugh. He still couldn't believe he was going to tell Scott his crazy idea. "It's not a joke anymore." Scott needs help understanding. Stiles gathers his patience and starts laying out the pieces for Scott. "The wolf-the bite in the woods! I started doing all this reading." Stiles hands the papers over to Scott to read. After giving Scott all of ten seconds to read it before having another outburst, "Do you know why a wolf howls?"

Scott looks at Stiles blankly, "Should I?" He is starting to find this convoluted conversation getting on his nerves.

Stiles starts going into great detail about what he read. He was slightly excited to tell Scott. "It's a signal, okay? When a wolf is alone and howls, it signals its location to the rest of the pack! So, if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of them." Stiles gives a hint at his theory.

Scott finds this bit of information interesting. "A whole pack of wolves?" That would explain the howling he heard the night he was attacked.

With all his bravery and confidence, Stiles says the thing he'd been holding in, "No, werewolves." Stiles breaths and waits for his friend to absorb all he said.

Scott's mood completely flips, and his face warps into a deep scowl. "Alright, I'm getting outta here. When you've calmed down and gotten some sleep, call me." He gets up and checks his phone before he texts Allison he will be on his way in an hour. He hoped to bring Stiles with him, but the nonsense he was spewing, Scott didn't want to go anywhere with him.

Stiles puts a hand on Scott's shoulder and tries to make him see reason. "I saw you on the fields today, Scott. What you did wasn't just amazing, alright? It was impossible," Stiles explains. Scott was never that athletic or strong in all the years they've been friends. Scott was the kind of kid that always got picked last in gym class. His asthma always held him back from doing anything in sports.

Scott tenses at his friend's words. He couldn't understand why Stiles just couldn't be happy for him. He's been working hard in the offseason. Scott lifted weights, ran, and practiced at every opportunity he got. "Practice pays off," Scott answers. He makes an attempt to leave.

With papers in hand, Stiles grabs Scott's backpack and throws it onto his bed. "It was an incredible shot! The way you moved, the speed, the power, and the reflexes! People can't just do that overnight!" Stiles shouts. He swings his hands downward with each statement. "And there's the vision and the senses, and you no longer use your inhaler." Stiles took a breath and was about to speak again, but Scott cut him off.

Scott had enough, "Stiles!" Stiles looks up at his friend. Scott notices the fear in his eyes. "You need to calm down. I'm going to get Allison, and we're going to the party. If you want to come, you need to stop this." Scott extends an olive branch to Stiles. Maybe taking him out and having him let his hair down would help him calm down.

Stiles grows more agitated and yelps, "No! What? No! The full moon is tonight! Don't you get it?" Stiles squints as he can imagine it now. Scott transforms into a monster and rips Allison's throat out mid-drive. The car crashes, and Scott runs through the streets, killing everyone or anything in his path.

Scott had enough, "Enough with the werewolves!" Stiles flinches and takes an instinctive step back. "What are you trying to do? I made first line, I have a date with a girl I can't believe wants to go out with me." All the emotions and heartbreak he experienced over the last few years are being unleashed on Stiles. "Everything in my life is better than it has been. Why are you trying to ruin it for me!?" Scott couldn't help but feel betrayed by Stiles. He'd do everything he could to support his friend was in his shoes.

Stiles sits in his chair and looks up at the looming. "I'm trying to help," Stiles pleads softly. Stiles wants to keep his best friend safe, but he's also concerned about the people of Beacon Hills. If people got hurt because of Scott, it would be his fault because he could have prevented all this. "You're cursed, Scott. The full moon won't only make a physical change, it's also gonna give you blood craving."

"Alright, Stiles! Enough!"

"You're gonna want to kill."

Scott leers at Stiles, his eyes piercing into Stiles' very being. Stile felt a chill run up his back. Scott leers at him like he is an enemy in his path. "I'm already feeling like I want to kill someone, Stiles," Scott's voice came out deep and gravelly.

Stiles sees he still needs to get through to Scott. Stiles makes a quick grab for a book he read last night, "You have to hear this." Stiles peaks through his eyebrows, and Scott hasn't left him yet. He takes it as Scott is interested. "The change is caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse," Stile reads from the book. He turns around smugly before he reveals why this is important. "I've never seen someone raising your pulse like Allison does!" Stiles stands and goes to walk past Scott as he urges, "You've got to cancel this date. I call her right now." Stiles knew where Scott kept his phone. He reaches into the backpack's side pocket and digs around for a second before snatching it close to his chest.

Scott tries to look to see what Stiles took from his bag. "What are you doing?" Stiles blocks Scott's view with his body and types away as fast as possible.

Stiles is almost finished and admits to what he has done, "I'm canceling the date." His thumb hovers over the send button.

Scott had had enough! "Give me my phone." His tone is low, and his words are like icy, bony fingers going down Stiles' neck. Stiles immediately spins around and gazes frighteningly as Scott approaches him. Stiles backs up until his back's against the wall. Scott looms over Stiles like a beast looming over a wounded lamb. Still buried in Stiles' hands, Scott grips his phone and rips it from Stiles' grip with such ferocity that Stiles nearly falls over. Scott slides his phone into his jean's pocket before heading for the door. "I'm sorry I snapped, but what you tried to do was wrong," Scott spoke over his shoulder calmly. "I'm going to go home and get ready for the party. I'll call you tomorrow. See if you calmed down by then. Okay?" Scott left the room and the house. Stiles didn't move from his spot on the wall.

Stiles releases a shuttering breath. When Scott loomed over him, Stiles could only stare at Scott's piercing, slitted yellow eyes. Stiles had been right! He needed to get to that party! He needed to be ready to stop his friend! Stiles looks out his window to see Scott's back peddling away on his bike.

Stiles grabs his cell phone and shoots a text to the one person he could ask for help. McCall Household

Scott exits his shower, steam trailing as he wraps a towel around his waist. He goes up to the mirror and looks at himself. He tussles his hair until he gets the way he likes it. Satisfied with his hair, he heads for his bedroom. When he steps out into the hallway, he notices someone standing by the bathroom entrance. He jumps at the surprise but quickly laughs afterward. "Mom!" he whines in false shock.

Melissa McCall is a woman of average height and build. Even though her son is a head and a half taller than her, she could put him in his place in a heartbeat. Even though she worked a double, her tan skin and black hair showed no flaws or blemishes. Scott calls her the most incredible mom a boy could have. "So I gotta ask. Is this a party or a date?" Melissa smiles knowingly as she has an idea of what this night really meant to her son.

Scott looks down bashfully. Smiling and giddy, he answers, "Maybe both." He doesn't really want to put a label on anything until he is sure Allison wants it to be called a date.

Melissa smiles happily. Her son had never had a girlfriend before, and she had never seen him this excited before. "And her name is…" Melissa desires to know who has her son so smitten.

"Allison." Scott smiles as the sound of his date's name is like honey to his ears.

Melissa mirrors her son. "Allison. Nice." She then hands over her car keys to Scott.

Scott takes them delicately from his mother's grip. He had been ready to go downstairs and beg while offering various deals. He'd even offer to clear the overgrown garden in the backyard. He wasn't going to let this opportunity pass. "Thank you!"

"We don't need to have a talk, do we?" Melissa asks. Her face is a genuine source of concern.

Scott looks at his mother in a mixture of shock, disgust, and embarrassment. "Mom, I'm not having a sex talk with you." For God's sake, he was sixteen. He knew all about the birds and the bees. He found out through the internet that boys and girls had different parts. His mom was about four years too late for that discussion.

Melissa's eyes widen, and her bottom lip curls into her mouth. Disappointment doesn't even begin to describe what she feels. "Oh, my god!" Melissa yells. She had not been thinking down that road at all. "I was talking about keeping the tank full," Melissa clarifies. She hated to have to go to work and find her car was nearly empty. "Give me those back!" Melissa scolds Scott before snatching the keys out of Scott's hand. She tucks the keys into her pocket.

Scott wants to kick himself for being so stupid. He tries to play it off like it is no big deal. "You're serious?"

Melissa is deadly serious. "You bet your ass I'm serious!" Melissa crossed her arms over her chest. She tilts her head, slightly stupefied by her son's comment. "I'm not gonna up on a reality show with a pregnant sixteen-year-old. Come on!"

Scott puts his hands up like offering a prayer. "Please, Mom," he begs. He'd be a laughing stock if he showed up at Allison's house on a bike. He'd be lucky if Allison so much as stared in his general direction.

Never let it be said Melissa didn't have a soft heart. She holds out the keys for him to take. Scott smiles and grabs them. He tries to pull them away but finds Melissa's grip like iron. "Listen to me. I raised you better than that. I better not get a call from Allison's parents," her voice is low, but the warning is clear. "Am. I. Clear?"

Scott nods his head vehemently. He takes the keys and doesn't push his luck.

Argent Household

Scott used the GPS on his phone to find Allison's house. Calling Allison's house a house would be an insult to mansions. Scott couldn't help but look at it in awe. Scott comes to the conclusion that Allison is loaded, and here he is driving his mom's two-thousand-eight Honda.

With the clanking of the parking brake, he waits for her at the end of the walkway to the front door. Scott messes with his hair in the rearview mirror until he is satisfied. Scott feels awkward and taps the steering wheel to alleviate some of it. He is about to go knock on the door to get when it opens. Words couldn't describe her. Her hair was curled, and she wore a black jacket over a white button-up shirt. The jeans hugged her leg muscles perfectly, and the black boots made her taller.

Allison saw Scott's dumbstruck expression because she let out a flattered chuckle while pushing her hair behind her ear. Scott beams before looking away so as to not be rude. Allison gets into the car. "You look amazing," Scott blurts out uncontrollably. He didn't want to look at her in case he got caught struck by her beauty again.

Allison looks Scott over. His clothes looked to be simple or two to three years old, but he wore them perfectly. The grey jacket over an older Nirvana t-shirt is what Allison had expected of Scott. It wasn't bad at all. "You don't look too bad yourself."

Martin Household

Scott and Allison drove over to Lydia's party while making comfortable small talk. Scott talked about and answered any questions she had about Beacon Hill. While Allison told Scott about all the places she had been, along with her favorite things about said places. Scott couldn't help but envy her. He'd been stuck in California all his life and yearned to see the rest of the country. He desires to see the world.

Scott parks his car in the front and quickly runs over to Allison's door. He opens it for her and helps her out. "Oh, gentleman," Allison comments. She gets out and stands next to him.

"My mom raised me to be one," Scott responds as he closes the door. Even from the front yard, Scott can hear the music coming from the backyard. The Internet Killed The Video Star if Scott heard correctly.

Lydia's house is just as impressive as Allison's. The outside didn't do the inside justice. Wooden floors, a chandelier hangs over the dining room table, and an antique wine cabinet nestled neatly in the corner. However, the party wasn't held within the house; everyone congregated in the backyard.

Lydia's back patio is comprised of brick and slate. The centerpiece of it all was the heated pool; you could tell by the steam rising off the water. Huge speakers in each corner of the yard pump music into the party. An overhang hund up close to the house, supported by stone columns. On tables set up near the door are a variety of red solo cups filled with a variety of liquor and refreshments. Bodies grind into one another. Tounges dance in their partner's mouths. Many people sip on liquor and flirt with their interested choice.

Scott stands close to Allison and looks around at the party. He sees several lacrosse players and classmates he could talk to later in the night. While Scott wanted to have fun with Allison, he didn't want to be connected to her hip the entire night. Scott tenses when he notices Derek standing off by himself near a firepit. Derek levels a challenging stare at Scott, and Scott fires one right back. Derek's brow furrows as they stare. Suddenly, Lydia's little Pomeranian, Prada, barks at Derek from behind him. Derek glances at the dog over his shoulder, and the dog immediately stops barking. Prada whimpers as she skimpers off. Scott eyes the dog before looking back up at the man. Derek looks at Scott, almost daring him to make a move.

Allison had been enjoying the atmosphere of the party. She goes to tell Scott something but finds him staring off in the distance. "You, okay?" She'd never seen him make such a face.

Scott snaps to her. "What? Yeah, I'm fine." Scott's assurance doesn't make her feel any more at ease. Scott glances at the spot where Derek stands but finds only the fire roaring. Scott catches movement in the shadows on the roof. Scott slightly freaks at thinking he sees Derek running across rooftops. Scott's concentration is returned to Allison touching his knuckles with her fingers. She then opens her hand for Scott to hold. Allison smiles, and Scott mimics her before grabbing her hand.

Allison drags Scott till they are lost in the crowd of dancing people. Allison grins before dancing to the rhythm of the song. Scott smirks while matching her rhythm. As they dance, everything becomes a blur for the two teens. Hands move over each other, kisses are quick but passionate, and their nether regions grin into each other. As Scott moves in for a kiss, he spots Lydia and Jackson leaning against one of the support columns. Lydia eyes them while Jackson attacks her neck and dry humps into her.

Scott recognizes the duo is drunk beyond care due to Lydia's thousand-yard stare. Allison brings his attention back to her with a heated kiss on his lips. Scott leans into her, and his hand travels to her rear. He brings Allison in close and separates from her mouth. Lust clouds Allison's eyes, and Scott is not better. Allison stops herself after seeing the string of saliva between the two. The predatory gaze on Scott makes the girl's knee go weak. "That was…"

"Amazing?" Scott finishes for her. A dreamy nod is her answer.

"That could describe it," Allison responds with a giggle. She loops her arms around his neck as she looks into his dreamy

Noting all the heat and hormonal energy in the air, Scott extends an offer to the girl. "Want to go somewhere?" Allison's eyes go wide, and her jaw nearly snaps off. Scott realizes how that sounds and explains himself before Allison can hit him in the jaw. "Not like that. I mean to go for a walk," Scott answers quickly.

Allison glares daggers but gives Scott a chance. He's lucky to be such a great kisser. "You better." She offers her hand but not before issuing a warning, "I'm not that kind of woman." She holds her head high like a proud lioness.

Scott gently takes her hand and, with a smooth smile, leads her away. "I'm not that kinda man," Scott assures her. They walk till the music becomes dull a beat. "I'm having a good time." Scott blurts out.

Allison unconsciously touches her lips. "So am I," Allison responds. If the kisses they shared were a preview of what to expect in the future, she would enjoy this thing they were doing. "I usually take things slow," Allison confesses and stops walking. Scott gazes at her to give her his attention. "But there's just something about you, Scott, that makes me let my guard down."

Scott's heart flutters in his chest. He finds it flattering that Allison opened up to him like that. He had never had this kind of connection with a girl before. He hears crunching leaves behind him before Scott can say anything back to Allison. Scott whirls around, putting himself between Allison and the intruder. "Don't come any closer!" Scott commands the person sneaking around.

Derek reveals himself and walks over to the duo. He stares impassively at them before directing his attention to Allison. "Can I borrow him for a second?" Derek leans around Scott and looks toward Allison. Scott shoulders Derek back and glares dangerously at the older man. While he never had been the kind of guy to start a fight for no reason, he felt Derek was up to no good. He also had Allison to protect.

"Scott, do you know this guy?" Allison asks. She didn't like how intimidating this guy was. She felt this

"Not personally," Scott answers, not taking his eyes off Derek. Scott found the man's behavior disturbing. The constant disappearing and lurking didn't help either.

Derek sees that his efforts are wasted here and gets right to the point. "Meet me where you found your inhaler." The man stalks off, almost as if being swallowed by the shadows.

"What was that about?" Allison asks. She notices Scott continuing to follow Derek with his eyes. "Scott?"

Scott snaps out of glare and returns his attention to her. "Yeah?" He knew Derek was gone now. He didn't know how, but he felt it.

Allison honestly wished this night wouldn't end, but tonight had been a whirlwind of events and emotions. "Can you take me home?" She looks at him fearfully, and he nods. The two walk through Lydia's house. Allison enters the car, throws her jacket into the backseat, and drives off. The ride to Allison's house is in complete silence.

Pulling up to the house, the two continue to let the silence linger between them.

"Listen/I had..." The two tried to speak at the same time. Both teens gently chuckle before staring at each other affectionately. Allison takes the initiative and says, "I had fun tonight."

"Me too. I wish it didn't have to end," Scott voices his longing for more time with her.

Allison wishes she could invite him up to her house. However, her mother would pull out the bad cop routine and interrogate Scott. If that happens, she might be lucky if Scott wants to so much as look at her. She gives him a chaste kiss on the lips before saying, "We got to do something different next time. Just the two of us." Her words are like honey, and he's a fly.

Scott gets out of the car, goes around the car, and opens Allison's door. He offers her his arm to escort her to the door. "What will we do?" Scott questions the girl.

"We'll…" she hugs herself to stave off the cold and notices her jacket is not on. She huffs, "I left my jacket in your car." She goes to get it.

Scott jogs off back to his car. "I'll get it." Allison smiles genuinely as she watches the teen trot off. Scott gets to his car and notices the back window is down. Scott looks in the backseat and only finds the empty seats. He takes his phone out and uses its flashlight to be more thorough.

Scott is sure he saw Allison put it back here! His light catches the reflection of plastic, and he reaches for it. He pulls it up and holds the object to his flashlight in confusion. It was his inhaler! "Derek!" Scott says out loud. Scott's confusion turns to rage, and he scowls at the inhaler like it is at fault. Derek was sending a message: He can get to Allison without Scott ever noticing! Composing himself, Scott moves so his head peaks over the roof. "I think you left it at Lydia's!"

Allison looks at Scott strangely. "No, I'm pretty sure…" She tries to get out. She was sure to have taken her jacket from Lydia's.

"You know what? I'll go back and get it!" Scott moves to the driver's seat. He puts the key in the ignition and drives down her street, burning rubber.

"Wait!" Allison yells, even though it is pointless. She had taken the car ride with him. It'd be an excellent excuse to make the night last longer. Slightly annoyed, she marches into her house.

Scott's Car

Scott puts the petal to the metal as he drives. His ears rang, and his breath felt like fire in his lungs. This guy, no, this psycho, stole a jacket from the back of his car to make Scott go meet him. What was Derek's obsessions with him? Scott didn't even know the guy until two days ago. Scott's phone rings from the cupholder. Stiles' name illuminates his screen. Without taking his eyes off the road, he slides his fingers over the screen to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Oh, you're talking." Stiles sounds surprised on the other end of the line.

"Why wouldn't I?"

"I thought you'd be all fangs and claws by now." Stiles answers honestly.

"I'm hanging up now." Scott goes to push the button, but Stiles stops him.

"Wait, where are you? You still with Allison?" Stiles asks.

"No, I'm going after Derek," Scott answers. That is the wrong thing to say to Stiles.

"What! No bad idea!" Stiles' shrill voice comes from the phone.

Scott turns down a road that leads to the woods. "Too late." The engine whines from the stress of high speed.

"Why are you going after Derek?" Stiles interrogates his friend. Stiles never saw or knew his best friend to be the person to pick a fight.

Scott made another turn and now is on a straightaway to the woods. "He went after Allison," Scott reveals what Derek had done at the party and how he's getting Scott to meet him in the woods.

Silence deafens the car as Stiles looks into his phone, stupefied. "You're going after him over a jacket?!" Stiles shouts. Scott was trudging into the woods with a possible killer in them over a jacket.

Scott shakes his head like Stiles is in the car with him. "It's not about the jacket. It's the fact he'd go after Allison to get to me."

"So call the police!" Stiles argues. That's their job, to deal with people who are threatening people. Noah would meet up with Scott in a heartbeat and gladly help deal with Derek.

"I'm almost there now." Scott dismisses his fellow teen. Scott just passed the sign for the Beacon Hills Reserve.

"Wait Scot…" Scott ends the call and gets to the spot where he and Stiles parked when they came here the first time.

Scott gets out of the car and takes a deep inhale through his nose. He looks up at the sky and sees the full moon at its apex. Different scents and smells infiltrate his nostrils. He found the familiar smell of lilac and gooseberrys. With Allison's scent locked in, he goes on the hunt for Derek.

Deep in the Woods

It didn't take Scott long to follow the scent and lead to exactly where Derek met Scott a couple of days ago. He trudges through the woods. The cool night air fills his lungs, and his exhale drifts into the night sky. He finds the spot where he and Derek first met. Allison's jacket is tossed haphazardly on a pile of leaves in the middle of the area. Scott isn't a fool. He can see this is an ambush. "Derek! Come out here!" Scott yells to the trees. He can't smell him, and the wind rattles the leaves, messing with his hearing.

Scott nearly jumps out of his skin when Derek's voice. "What are you?" Scott jumps before turning around to find nothing there. The trampling of leaves is Scott's only indication as to where "You're like me." Derek's voice calls out from the side. Scott looks, but nothing is there. "But at the same time, you're not," Derek says from behind him again. Scott whips around and finds a bewildered Derek looking at him with interest.

Scott glares at the man. "What are you talking about!?" Scott yells in the man's face. Derek leans in closer and inspects Scott closely. Scott and Derek have a stare-off. Several seconds pass before Derek reaches his hand out. Startled at the movement, Scott bashes the man's hand away.

Derek growls before he lashes out with a fist. Scott leans back, and Derek's fist nearly grazes his chin. Scott lashes a kick out to Derek's chest, sending the man sprawling to the ground with a grunt. Scott leers down at the man and growls out a warning, "Stay down." Scott looks down at Derek, daring him to get up.

Derek stares in mild shock. "Huh, so you're not completely helpless," Derek flings the insult at Scott before springing to his feet. Derek rotates his shoulders, "Good." It was the only warning Scott got.

Scott is suddenly picked up by the front of his shirt and thrown into the trunk of one of the nearby trees. Scott releases a groan of agony before sitting in the dirt in pain. He quickly fights through his pain and climbs to his feet. He makes it just in time to avoid Derek's kick, which takes the bark off the tree. Scott tackles Derek by the legs and takes the man down to the leaves. Scott mounts to the man's chest and draws a fist back to strike. Derek swings and nails Scott right in the face. Scott falters, and Derek gets his foot on Scott's chest before launching him off Derek.

Scott rolls into a low crouch and looks up just in time to see Derek rising to his feet. Scott snarls in anger before he notices something strange. Scott's heart was beating rapidly from the adrenaline of the fight, but now fear made its way into the mix. Derek's eyes were glowing in the dim moonlight. Cold steel blue eyes pierce into Scott's soul. Scott had no clue how or why Derek was doing that, but Scott could guess Derek was enraged.

The glowing eyes worked in Scott's favor. The blue eyes blur at high speed directly at him. The eyes zigzag at Scott, but it gives Derek away. Scott tracks the movement easily. As Derek gets into Scott's personal space. Derek lashes a wild hook, and Scott reaches for Derek's wrist. Scott pivots and throws Derek across the clearing with strength he didn't know he had.

Derek flips himself to his stomach before pushing himself up. He charges and takes several swipes at Scott. Scott bobs and weaves, but having never been in a fight before, was getting fatigued. Derek lands two blows to his Scotts face, a cut forming above his right eye. Scott blocks a front kick, but Derek gets around to Scott's back, grabs the coattails of the jacket, and yanks Scott.

Scott is slammed into the ground and smacks his head. Scott's vision swims, but he makes out a black shape coming down on his head. Scott rolls out of the way, and a boot impacts where his head once was. Scott gets to his knees as a kick blasts him in the sternum. Scott wallows in pain from the hit. Derek's boot crashes down on Scott's chest, inciting a groan to come from the teen. "Are you done? The more we fight, the sooner they get here!" Derek shouts down at the teen.

Scott tries to remove the man's foot from his chest. Derek digs his heel in. Scott let out a shout. He digs his hands into the leaves, trying to find anything to help get him out of the situation. His finger felt something thick and rough. Scott firmly clutches it before swinging it up at Derek's head.

"Now, I need to make something clear. Hun…" Derek had something important to tell Scott. Before he can finish, Derek is slammed in the head, in his right ear, nearly making him fall over. Scott gets to his feet and flourishes the tree branch before going for another swing. Derek takes another swipe to the face before grabbing the branch on its backswing. Derek crushes it before grabbing Scott by his throat, dragging him across the woods, and slamming his back into a tree. "Listen to me!" Derek yells, no begs, as he hears more movement getting closer.

Scott grabs at Derek's hand, and all Scott accomplishes is Derek applying more pressure to his throat. Scott glares down at the man, and his rage bubbles over. He was not going to allow this person to hurt him or anyone else!

Derek watches in bewilderment as Scott's irises turn yellow and his pupils become slits. That wasn't the only part of Scott that changed. A stripe of hair in the front above his right temple turns an ashen white. Scott grips Derek's thumbs and, with a quick jerk, is rewarded with a sharp pop.

Derek screams in pain, lets go of Scott, and cradles his now dislocated thumb. Scott doesn't give him a reprieve and sweeps Derek's legs out from underneath him. Derek groans in pain as he looks at Scott's new and intimidating appearance. It didn't last long before Derek blacks out from Scott stomping on his face.

Scott lets out several heavy huffs and puffs before letting out a calming exhale. He looks down at Derek. Scott walks away from the unconscious man. Scott makes his way to the jacket and pulls it from the leaves. He takes a couple of swipes off it to shake off the few leaves that cling to it. He tucks it under his left arm before beginning to walk away. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Derek's unconscious form.

Scott wanted to leave the man behind after he the stunt he pulled tonight. However, a voice in the back of his head told him he couldn't do just that. Sighing heavily at his morals, he goes over to Derek.

Before Scott can do anything, a sharp whistle reaches his ear. Sharply turning around, his perception of time slowed. Something moves toward Scott, and he just manages to lash out a hand. Looking at the thing he caught, it was an arrow! Looking in the direction it came from, Scott sees six beams of flashlights heading in his direction.

Scott's muscles jolt life like he just got struck by lightning. He picked Derek up in a fireman's carry with strength he didn't know he had. He turns around and now counts seven beams. Scott gets a beam in his face; it is all the motivation he needs to get out of the woods.

Behind him, Scott hears multiple voices call out. "There they go! After them!"

"Holy shit, did you see it catch that bolt!?"

"It's true: A beta's eyes are bright yellow!"

"Careful! A full moon makes them more dangerous!"

Scott heard all of this and more as he carried Derek out of the woods. Scott had to bob and weave as the occasional bolt. Some found a target in the rare tree, while others landed sharply in the dirt. Scott nearly got away until he heard a loud thundering boom. Scott almost drops Derek but fights the urge and dives behind a tree for cover. Someone fired a gun at him! A teenager! Who the hell were these people that they were willing to fire a bullet at a teenager?

Scott peers over the corner of the tree and looks at the group hunting him. Eight men and two women are gathered up atop a slope overlooking the trees in which Scott has hidden. Scott sees the man who seems to be the leader. The man is in his late thirties or early forties with a five o'clock shadow that goes from his cheeks to the middle of his neck. The short crop of brown hair of the man's hair was done up in a ceaser style. The man scans the sea of trees before calling out, "I know you're out there! Hiding just makes it more fun for us!" The man puts his pointer and middle finger up together. He points his fingers to the left and then to the right. The group of people split in three directions. Three individuals go off to the left, three go off to the right, and then the man takes the rest to march forward.

Scott had to think fast. The flashlights were closing in. They would eventually come upon him and Derek. He looks around frantically and sees something that could help save him. Grabbing a rock the size of his fist, Scott hurls it off in the distance. All the flashlights snapped in the direction of the noise. Scott made a B-line in the direction of his car. The people didn't take the bait for long as shouts soon followed after him.

Scott nearly slams into his car as he bursts from the tree line. He quickly opens the back door and stuffs Derek unceremoniously on the backseats. Scott quickly hops in the driver's seat and peels out down the road. Scott breathes a sigh of relief as he drives away. That is until he notices movement up road. Standing in the middle of the road is the leader of the group, drawing his gun. The man raises it and aims it directly at Scott's incoming car. Scott floors it and fires his high beams at the man. The light blinds the man and causes him to yell in anguish. The man dives to the side as the car roars by him.

Scott looks in his mirror to check he's not being followed. He isn't. Scott starts to relax in his seat, but it all goes to waste as he hears Derek waking up. Derek groans and rubs his face, dried blood crusting down from his nostrils. "Where am I?" Derek asks Scott.

Scott looks at Derek through the rearview mirror, "Back of mom's car. Keep the blood off the seats." His great night was already going to shit; he didn't want to explain to his mom why the seats had blood on them.

"How did we get out of the woods?"

"I carried you."

Derek shoots Scott a surprised look. "Why didn't you just leave me there?"

Scott narrows his eyes. "My conscience got the better of me." He sighs and thinks his mother did too good of a job raising him. "A group of nut jobs came out of nowhere carrying guns and crossbows." Derek sighs before laying back on the seats, Scott notices him pinching the bridge of his nose. "You know them?" Derek nods. "Who were they?"

"Hunters. They've been coming after us for centuries." Derek says as he sits up and watches the forest go by through the windshield.

"Us? You mean you! I'm not anything like you!" Scott yells into the backseat. He didn't want to get involved with psychos who were willing to kill teenagers.

Derek glares angrily at the teen. Releasing a tired sigh, "You're right. You're not like me." He then looks at the back of Scott's head. "You're something different," Dereks says. "You're unlike anything I've ever come across."

Scott grows tired of the man ranting and snaps at Derek. "Shut up!" He goes back to focusing on the road. "You know who those people are, don't you." It wasn't a question. It was a statement.

Derek nods his head as he sits up fully in the seat. "They're called "They'll come for you too, Scott," Derek adds, ignoring Scott's command. He needed Scott to join him in his own hunt.

Scott scoffs at that statement. "Why? I didn't do anything, and you said it yourself: I'm not like you!"

Derek shakes his head, "Doesn't matter. They know two things out in these woods aren't human." Derek experience with these people told him they would be relentless in hunting him and Scott.

Scott tightened his grip on the steering wheel, making his knuckles turn white. "All this over a stupid bite," he mutters angrily under his breath. Scott sighs as he realizes he couldn't blame Derek for all this. He had been the one to complain that there was nothing to do in this town. It was his fault for going out that night.

Derek leans in closer to Scott and rebuttals, "Is it really so bad?" He notices Scott glancing at him in the mirror. "You can see better, hear more clearly, move faster than any human could ever hope," Derek tries to explain the benefit. He hopes all the benefits will make Scott see that his new life won't be all terrible. "You've been given what most humans would kill for. The bite is a gift."

Scott brings his eyes back on the road. The two are quiet for some time until Scott opens his mouth and says, "You need me to drop you off somewhere?" He wanted the

Derek leans back in the seat. It was not the answer he wanted. "Just take me up another mile and then let me out," Derek points out the front of the windshield. Scott speeds up the road and stops when Derek motions him to. Derek opens the door and just gets out of the seat before sitting back down. He stares at Scott and leaves him with some parting words, "You may not like it, but we're in this together, Scott. We're brothers now." He stands and closes the door behind him.

Scott goes to confront the man, but finds only darkness and the quiet breeze of the forest. While Scott hated the man and thought all his mumbo jumbo was garbage, he did admit to one thing, "That's cool." The man was like a ninja! Scott grins before pressing down the gas pedal, leaving the woods and hunters behind.

Argent Household

Scott comes to a stop in Allison's driveway. He pulls out his phone to text Allison to come down, but she comes running out of the house. Scott gets out of the car and runs to meet her. Scott holds out her jacket, and she gingerly takes it. "Thank you, but what took you so long?" Allison asks. Luckily, all of Scott's bruises and marks were healed, so he didn't have to explain his bruises.

Scott rubs his left arm with his right and laughs, "I met up with a friend at the party and lost track of time." He knew it was a crappy lie, but he could get Stiles to help him. Telling his crush that he is some supernatural entity would more than likely put the kibosh on their relationship.

Allison smirks at Scott's bashfull actions and asks, "Was the party winding down?" She was not miffed to have missed out on more of the party. Too many people in too small of a space was something she had no interest in.

"Yeah, it was just a few stragglers left," Scott assures her, committing to the lie.

Allison smiles before stepping into Scott's space. "That's okay. Parties aren't usually my speed." Her smile is laced with desire, and she bats her eyes. A promise of something fun in the future.

Scott feels his neck grow hot, and he nearly stammers when he asks, "What's more your speed?" Scott didn't notice how eager he sounded. However, Allison didn't seem to take offense. She actually liked it.

Allison leans in almost to the point where her lips nearly touch his and gives Scott a promise. "The next time you come around. I'll show you," her words are husky, and her hot breath licks at Scott's lips. Scott's resolve shatters, and he presses his lips to hers. It was just as good as the one from earlier tonight.

Like they are doused with cold water, the mood is shattered by someone clearing their throat. Allison separates and snaps her head to the source of the sound. Allison kisses her teeth in annoyance. "It's my dad. I'd better go," she groans before smiling lustfully at the boy. She had been enjoying that kiss.

Scott watches her leave, enjoying the movement of her rear as she gets further and further away. Scott drags his eyes away from Allison and is about to leave. That is until Scott sees who broke up their romantic liplock. It was the man that was leading the hunters! Allison's dad was a hunter!