Scott's POV:

Consciousness returns slowly, like wading through fog. My room comes into focus, and with it comes the dull ache in my side. I groaned, lifting my blanket to check—nope, definitely wasn't a dream. The bandages Luna applied are still there, a stark reminder of last night's events.

Pushing myself up with a wince, I take inventory of my injuries. Luna did an impressive job with the dressing, though every movement sends fresh waves of pain through my side. I shuffle to the bathroom, each step a careful negotiation between movement and discomfort.

Mid-brush, there's a soft knock at my door. Luna stands in the doorway, her face a mixture of concern and relief. "How are you feeling?" she asks, eyeing the bandages. "Does the wound look okay?"

"Feeling a bit better," I manage through a mouthful of toothpaste. "Haven't actually looked at it yet."

A teasing grin spreads across her face. "What, afraid you'll faint?"

"Hey!" I protest, but can't help laughing along with her, even though it makes my side hurt. It's amazing how she can always lighten the mood, even after something as crazy as last night.

"Ready for school?" she asks, shouldering her backpack.

I exhale deeply, trying to summon my courage. Whatever happened last night, whatever that thing was that bit me—it'll have to wait. Right now, we have the first period to survive. "Let's do this."

Together, we grab our bikes from the garage and head out into the morning air. As we pedal toward school, I can't shake the feeling that something's different—my breathing seems easier, my senses sharper. Maybe it's just leftover adrenaline from last night, but something tells me this is just the beginning.

Luna's Pov:

The image of those haunting red eyes and Scott's wounds from last night clings to my mind like a shadow. I can't quite explain it; it feels strange, almost surreal. Chills run through me, inside and out. As I secure my bike, a voice calls out, "Hey Princess, watch the paint job!" I turn to see Jackson, my disgust evident. "Oh Jackson, would it kill you to be nice for once?" He merely laughs and strolls away, a smug grin plastered across his face.

Scott approaches, shaking his head. "What an ass," he mutters. I can't help but laugh with him as we head toward the school. I spot Stiles and I wave at him. Together, Scott and I approach him.

"I got your text last night," Stiles says, excited in his voice. "I missed all the good action!"

"Good action? More like horror action," I reply, glancing at Scott. "Show him."

Scott lifts his shirt slightly, revealing his bandaged side. Stiles looks and winces at the sight. "It was pretty dark, but I think a wolf bit me," Scott explains.

"A wolf bit you? No way," Stiles chuckles, clearly skeptical.

"I heard a wolf howling!" Scott insists. As he speaks, my thoughts drift. I can't shake the image of

that abandoned, burnt-out house. What was Scott doing there? I need to find out.

"Luna, are you good?" Stiles nudges me, pulling me from my thoughts. I smile and reassure them, "Yes, I'm fine. Nothing to worry about. Let's get to class, guys." But their worried expressions linger in my mind.

I walk into my first-period choir class with Ms. Fells. Singing is my escape; it's where my worries fade, and my confidence blossoms. Stepping up to the podium, Ms. Fells asks, "Okay Luna, did you finish the music piece from last week?"

"Yes," I reply with a hint of pride.

"Good, let's start from the top." I clear my throat and prepare to sing my rendition of "Without You" by Usher, ready to lose myself in the music.

Scott's Pov:

After my conversation with Stiles, I head to class, taking a deep breath as I sit at my desk. I hope today goes well. I can't let my "injury" get in the way of my dream to make the first line.

The teacher's voice cuts through my thoughts. "As you all know, there was indeed a body found in the woods last night." Confusion washes over me. Luna and I were in those woods. How did we miss something so significant? I need to ask her later what happened.

Mr. Curtis continues, "I'm sure your eager minds are imagining various macabre scenarios about the incident, but the police have a suspect in custody." He then directs our attention to the syllabus on our desks. I glance at the sheet, noting the different projects and assignments. It's a bit different from what I'm used to, but I think I'll manage.

Suddenly, a phone starts ringing. I look around, puzzled. No one seems to be using their cellphones. My gaze drifts outside, where a girl I've never seen before stands, talking on her phone. The clarity of her voice astounds me; it feels like I'm eavesdropping. What's wrong with me? How can I hear this? This isn't normal.

At that moment, the principal and the new girl enter the classroom. "Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome," the principal announces. A smile creeps across my face; this class and school year just got a little more interesting.

Allison takes a seat behind me. I turn around and offer her a pen after overhearing her say she doesn't have one. "Thanks," she replies, returning my smile. I turn back, paying attention to the teacher.

Ten minutes pass and then I hear it, a beautiful singing voice cutting through the classroom noise. It's not anyone here. I listen intently, and to my surprise, it's Luna. I've never heard her sing before, and she sounds amazing. A grin spreads across my face as I silently cheer her on. I have to tell Stiles about this; he's going to freak out.

Luna's POV

As my other classes wrap up, I make my way to the lacrosse field, my favorite refuge. I settle onto the bench and pull out my journal, where I jot down song ideas swirling in my mind. The sun casts a warm glow over the field, and I look up, letting my thoughts drift like the clouds above. Today feels different; I've never felt this alive. The song I performed earlier still resonates within me, every note infused with exhilaration.

Yet, a flicker of doubt lingers. Should I share my passion with my family and friends? It feels like a leap I'm not quite ready to take, but maybe someday.

My reverie is broken by a friendly voice. "Hi, is this seat taken?" I glance to my right to see a girl I've never met before. I smile and shake my head. She beams back at me and takes a seat. My gaze flickers to the left, where Lydia Martin, the infamous redhead of Beacon Hills, lounges with her usual air of mischief. I would love to tap into her thoughts…not.

"My name is Allison Argent," the newcomer says. "I just moved here. What's your name?"

Before I can respond, Lydia chimes in. "This is Luna McCall. She's a senior here." I offer a sarcastic smile and extend my hand. Allison shakes it, her grip warm and firm.

Scott, my brother, bursts onto the field, glancing our way. I wave, and he lifts his hand in return, though his gaze shifts quickly to Allison. She brightens at the sight of him. "Who is he?" she asks, her curiosity palpable.

"Not sure why, but that's Scott McCall," Lydia says with a smirk.

"I know him! He's in my English class," Allison replies, her interest growing.

I roll my eyes. "He's my brother." Watching Scott play, I notice a spark in him, he's improving at lacrosse. It's a shock; he usually struggles. Where is this newfound energy and confidence coming from?

As Stiles leaps up to cheer for him, followed by Lydia, I remain on the bench, my mind racing with questions. What's happening to Scott?

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