The scene takes place with Scott McCall getting ready for the school tomorrow since summer break. He's working on threading his lacrosse stick. He's got these thoughts in his head trying to think of new strategies he can do during lacrosse practice. He's been trying to make first line for years now and he can't seem to make it he doesn't have the strong agility or speed as other players on the team. At least he has Stiles there his best friend who also is on the team. He sighs and gets ready to brush his teeth before bed.

He brushes his teeth and rinses, he shut off the light when he hears something - it sounded like someone was calling out his name. It's very faint but it sounds like "Scottt" a creepy voice just lingering. He shrugs it off thinking its just his imagination. When all of a sudden he sees these two red eyes staring at him from the distance. He rubs his eyes thinking maybe he's just tired but as he opens his eyes again he still sees those two red eyes. He can't look away it's like those red eyes have hypnotized him. You know what it did. Scott drops his toothbrush and walks out of his room down the stairs and out in the forest following...those exact red eyes.

Scott has been trenching through the forest which seemed like forever. Scott looks around he finds himself deep in the forest freaking out thinking "how did I get here". Scott hears rumbling coming from above. It's about to storm. Scott tries to run for shelter but there isn't any nearby. He see's a house in the distance. He runs like a mad men to the house. He takes a deep breath before opening the door. He turns the handle of the door and slowly goes into the house. He lets out a strong sigh and walks into what used to be a living room.

He takes a seat and tries to text Luna his sister but there isn't much signal from his phone. He sighs and throws it down. He looks around and goes upstairs moving slowly so the wood doesn't break. He finds a room and when he slowly turns the door when he sees red eyes in the pitch dark he freaks out and runs to get out of the house when this crazy looking animal takes a bite of him. He falls down the stairs and hits his head at the end of the stairs.

The animal figure that had bitten him shifts back into human form revealing himself to be Peter Hale. The old occupant of the home and the last survivor of the hale family fire. He smiles and slowly goes down the stairs. Looking at Scotts body. He smiles at his bite and whispers "Revenge" and he leaves the burnt down house.

Luna's POV:

"Seriously, Stiles?" I say, stepping out of his beaten-up Jeep into the crisp night air.

Stiles scoffs, shutting his door with a familiar creak. "You're the one always complaining that nothing ever happens in this town."

"I was trying to get to bed early," I protested, hugging myself against the cold. "Choir practice is tomorrow, and I need to rest my vocal cords."

"Right," Stiles says with a smirk, "because singing in front of just your teacher is such a grueling effort."

His words sting, and I feel my cheeks flush. "You know I have social anxiety. Besides, singing for the teacher isn't so bad—he says I have a beautiful voice."

"A beautiful voice?" Stiles laughs, eyebrows raised. "How come I don't get to hear this mysterious talent of yours?"

"In your dreams!" I give him a playful shove, but my smile fades as I take in our dark surroundings. "Just out of curiosity, what are we doing in the woods right now?"

Stiles' eyes light up with excitement. "I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called and they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon department—even state police."

I frown, a knot forming in my stomach. "For what?"

"Two joggers found a body in these woods."

My jaw drops. "You brought me to the woods to look for a body? Are you crazy?"

"Look," he says defensively, "I knew you wouldn't come if I told you at home."

"You bet I wouldn't!" The words come out sharper than intended.

"It was a twenty-year-old girl," he adds quickly.

"Wait, wait." Something doesn't add up. "If they found her body, what are we doing here?"

Stiles grins, his face eerily lit by moonlight. "That's the best part—they only found half."

We climb the hill together, and soon enough, flashlight beams cut through the darkness. The sound of police radios echoes through the trees. I duck behind a thick trunk just as the cops catch Stiles in their lights. "What an idiot," I think, watching him fumble through excuses.

My heart pounds against my ribs when Deputy Stilinski calls my name. I stay perfectly still, barely breathing, until Stiles leaves with his dad and the search party moves on.

With a shaky exhale, I run my fingers through my hair and try to spot the trail we took earlier. As I turn to leave, rustling sounds from the trees stop me cold. I back away slowly, eyes fixed on the shadows. A deep rumbling builds, followed by thunderous footsteps, and suddenly I'm knocked off my feet as a herd of panicked deer storms past.

My phone skitters across the ground. When I reach to grab it, my blood turns to ice—there, partially hidden in the leaves, lies the other half of the body Stiles mentioned. Terror seizes my chest, and I bolt deeper into the forest. A bone-chilling growl stops me in my tracks, and I catch a glimpse of deep red eyes glowing in the darkness. My legs carry me faster than I've ever run before.

The chase leads me to an abandoned house, its broken windows staring like empty eyes. Something catches my attention near the front steps. I bend down, and my heart skips a beat—it's Scott's inhaler. Fear wraps its cold fingers around my throat as I realize what this might mean.

The abandoned house looms before me in the darkening forest, its weathered walls telling stories of better days. Something catches my eye near the front steps—Scott's inhaler. My heart races as I snatch it up.

"SCOTT!" My voice echoes through the trees. Again and again, I call his name, but only silence answers. With trembling legs, I climb the creaking stairs of the old building, praying I'll find some sign of him.

Using my phone as a flashlight, I push open the heavy door. The beam catches something on the stairwell—Scott's phone, its screen a spider web of cracks. I pocket it quickly and continue my search, my breath catching in my throat when I finally spot him.

Scott lies motionless, his clothes stained with blood. I rush to his side, shaking him gently until he responds with a weak groan. "What happened to you?" I whisper urgently.

He mumbles something about red eyes and large animals, his words slurring together. I try calling for help, but my phone shows no service. There's no choice—I'll have to move him myself.

"Okay, Scott, you need to help me here," I say, draping his arm across my shoulders. He's conscious enough to stumble along beside me as we make our way through the dark forest. Every few minutes, I check my phone, cursing F-Mobile for its nonexistent coverage.

By some miracle, we made it back to the house. I guide Scott to his room and help him onto his bed, my arms aching from supporting his weight. "What happened tonight?" I press him. "Why were you in the forest? In that house?"

"I don't know," he murmurs, his eyes unfocused. "I can't remember why I was there. I was alone, and then... this huge animal with red eyes—it bit me."

My blood runs cold. "Oh my God, where?"

Scott lifts his shirt to reveal angry puncture marks along his side, clearly made by large, sharp teeth. "Scott, this looks bad," I say, reaching for my phone. "We need to get you to the hospital."

Before I can dial, Scott lunges forward with surprising speed and grabs my phone. I stare at him, bewildered. "What the hell?"

"You can't call anyone," he insists. "Mom will find out."

"You're injured! I'm sure she won't—"

"Oh really?" His eyes narrow. "If you tell her about this, I'll tell her you were in the forest tonight instead of sleeping."

"You wouldn't," I challenge, but the smirk on his face tells me he absolutely would.

"Try me."

I throw up my hands in defeat. "Fine! But we're at least getting you cleaned up. I'm getting the first aid kit."

The bathroom's offensive smell hits me as soon as I enter. "God, Scott, would it kill you to clean in here?" Holding my breath, I grab the kit and hurry back to his room.

Scott sits quietly while I clean and bandage his wound. "Thank you," he says softly, pulling me into a tight hug before lying back down.

"Wake me if anything happens," I instructed him firmly. "I don't care what time it is—I won't let that wound get infected."

He promises with a tired smile, and I finally leave him to rest. Back in my room, I sink into my bed and send Stiles a quick text about everything that happened. As exhaustion overtakes me, I drift into an uneasy sleep, my dreams filled with glowing red eyes and mysterious houses in the woods.