Scott quietly opened the door to his house.
The door made a faint creaking sound.
Scott closed his eyes at the sound, then exhaled and entered slowly, trying to sneak in without anyone noticing.
He took only one step—
“Scott.”
Her voice came directly from the living room.
He froze in place, then exhaled quietly and closed the door behind him.
She knew.
It wouldn’t be that easy.
Scott sighed and went to the living room.
There, a beautiful woman was sitting on the couch.
She was about 1.70 meters tall, with brown eyes, black hair, a perfectly small nose, and soft lips.
She was his mother and legal guardian—Melissa McCall.
Melissa looked at Scott with annoyance and said, “Finally, you’ve arrived.”
That was certainly not a welcoming sentence.
Scott scratched the back of his head a little and said in a low voice,
“Sorry…”
Melissa looked directly into his eyes and said,
“Stiles said you would stay at his place.”
Scott lowered his head and replied, “yes, i had spent the night at Stiles’s”.
Melissa clenched her jaw and said, “Well, that would have been great…”
Then she leaned slightly forward and looked him in the eyes.
“If only you had told me yourself.”
Scott exhaled tensely; he could sense his mother’s impending anger, then said,
“I couldn’t—”
Melissa cut him off calmly,
“Where’s your phone? Why aren’t you answering it?”
A short silence fell over the room.
Then Scott looked at the floor and said in a quieter voice:
“My phone… it broke.”
Her eyes narrowed slightly, but she didn’t comment directly.
“Broke?”
He took the phone out of his pocket and showed it to her.
The screen was cracked, and the device barely worked.
She took it from him, examined it for a few seconds, then handed it back.
“And how did it break?”
Scott hesitated a little and lied, saying,
“It fell.”
“Alright… that explains why you didn’t answer.”
Then she looked at him again:
“But it doesn’t explain why you didn’t call from Stiles’s phone.”
Silence fell again.
This time… he had no answer.
Melissa didn’t speak directly.
Her eyes slowly moved from his face… to his clothes.
They stopped for a second.
Then she said sarcastically:
“Well… this is new.”
Scott looked at her with slight confusion, then followed her gaze to his clothes and immediately cursed himself.
The shirt… the pants… the clothes he was wearing weren’t his.
Scott opened his mouth to reply and tried to explain quickly,
“Mom…”
“Let me guess,” she said, tilting her head slightly with sarcasm.
“These are Stiles’s clothes.”
Scott sighed lightly and said:
“My clothes were dirty.”
Melissa raised an eyebrow.
“Dirty?”
Then she added in a light tone, but with meaning:
“So you came back wearing someone else’s clothes?”
Silence fell for the third time.
Scott had no better explanation.
She shook her head slightly, as if just recording the fact.
Then she said, “The sudden overnight stay, not answering, and coming back in clothes that aren’t yours…”
She paused for a moment, then looked directly at him:
“You’re making this difficult for me, Scott.”
Scott finally sat on the couch across from her, avoiding looking at her, and said,
“I… I didn’t mean to.”
“I know,” she said quickly.
Then she added quietly, more gently:
“But that doesn’t change the outcome.”
A short silence followed.
Then Scott raised his head and said, “I… I’m sorry, Mom. Don’t be mad at me. I won’t do it again.”
Melissa watched him for a few seconds, then sighed and shook her head slightly.
“I’m not angry…”
She paused.
As if carefully choosing her words.
“I’m upset.”
Then she added with a reassuring smile:
“There’s a difference.”
Scott swallowed hard, but didn’t comment.
Melissa looked at him again… this time with more focus.
She noticed everything:
The fatigue…
The paleness…
The tension in his body…
Melissa raised an eyebrow and said, “You haven’t slept.”
Scott shrugged as if it didn’t matter and said,
“A little.”
Melissa replied, annoyed, “That’s not enough.”
She paused, then leaned slightly forward with a worried look and said,
“Scott… did something happen?”
Scott shook his head quickly and tensely,
“No.”
Melissa looked at him thoughtfully.
Then she said calmly:
“Scott.”
Scott raised his eyes and looked at her slowly.
“I called Stiles last night… and his voice was tense.”
Silence.
“And you look like you haven’t slept for two days.”
Melissa paused for a moment, then asked in a worried voice:
“Are you okay?”
This time… Scott didn’t respond immediately.
He looked away from her, ran his hand over his face with a sigh, remembering the crazy full moon night events he went through last night, and said,
“I’m just… tired.”
Melissa frowned and didn’t seem convinced.
But she didn’t press him further.
She exhaled slowly, then stood up.
“Okay.”
She headed toward the kitchen, then said without looking at him:
“You’ll eat something.”
Scott replied,
“I’m not hungry.”
“It doesn’t matter,” she responded immediately.
“You will eat.”
That part was non-negotiable.
Scott slightly nodded his head with a sigh.
Melissa stopped at the doorway, then looked at him once more and said,
“Scott…”
Scott raised his eyes.
“Next time… don’t make me call someone else to find out where my son is.”
Scott remained silent.
Then he said quietly:
“Okay.”
Melissa exhaled, as if she had held back something… then entered the kitchen silently.
After some time, having breakfast with his mother and reassuring her that everything was going well in his life, Stiles arrived at his house.
Scott got into the Jeep and they drove toward the school.
Even though it was Saturday and there were no classes, there were training sessions in preparation for the upcoming Monday game.
Stiles drove on the road leading to the field, the relative quiet in the car interrupted by soft music from the radio.
Scott glanced at the road while catching his breath: “You know, I didn’t understand everything last night… the transformation… it all happened so fast.”
Stiles smiled lightly, holding the steering wheel confidently, then said, “What if I told you that the werewolf curse only activates on the full moon night? It means you can only transform during the full moon, and the rest of the days, you stay normal.”
Scott looked at him and raised an eyebrow, “And how did you know that exactly?”
Stiles replied proudly, “I did some deep research again, and from what I’ve seen in the past few days, I think it makes sense. I mean, you were bitten more than five days ago and didn’t transform until the night of the full moon, and on regular days, you were mostly in control of yourself, other than heightened senses, and your enhanced strength, and speed everything els was normal.”
Scott stopped breathing for a moment, then smiled with childlike joy: “That means… I just need to get through the full moon nights safely, and then everything will be okay!”
Stiles laughed, shaking his head: “Exactly, step by step.”
After some time, they finally reached the school yard, parked the Jeep, and got out.
The school yard was relatively empty, except for a small group gathered near the stone benches.
The sun was hanging toward the evening in the quiet afternoon, casting long shadows on the ground, and the air was relatively cold.
Scott stood beside Stiles, staring toward the field, where the sounds of lacrosse whistles echoed from afar, and the players moved between drills and scrimmages.
“Come on, Stiles, let’s go to the field. We need to be there before the full training starts,” Scott said, his voice tense but firm.
Stiles looked around and saw Matt talking to Elena, then said, “Okay… go ahead… but I’ll meet you there shortly.”
Scott shrugged, “Okay, see you there, buddy.”
Then Scott rushed quickly toward the field, his heavy steps on the grass, focused on every move he had to make, while Stiles stayed behind for a moment, observing and collecting himself before approaching where Matt and Elena were standing.
When Stiles approached the stone benches, he noticed Matt standing quietly in front of Elena, explaining to her the details of what happened to Vicki.
Elena was listening very attentively, her face reflecting a mix of worry and confusion.
Stiles stood beside them, trying to appear casual, but he couldn’t suppress his curiosity.
“Hello Matt and Elena, how are you?”
He asked finally, his voice low but clear.
Matt smiled warmly at Stiles and said, “Hello, Stiles. We’re fine. I hope you’re well.”
Stiles shrugged and said, “I’m fine. I’m just trying to beg Bobby to let me join the team as usual.”
Elena and Matt laughed a little, then Matt said, “By the way, thank you again for what you did with Vicki yesterday. That was kind of you.”
Stiles waved his hand and said, “That? That was nothing, just some simple first aid.”
Matt looked at him and said, “That was not nothing. You helped save my sister’s life, and I owe you, man.”
Styles nodded and didn’t speak.
Elena looked at him and said with curiosity, “By the way, where did you learn first aid, Stiles?”
Stiles replied, “I attended several training courses during the summer with a forest scout, and from there I learned first aid.”
Matt raised his eyebrow, “A forest scout?”
Styles scratched the back of his head and said, “Yeah, a forest scout. He’s an old friend of my dad, and I learned a lot of interesting information about wildlife in our city’s forests and a few other things, including first aid.”
Elena and Matt nodded slowly, absorbing the information.
Silence fell for a moment, then Stiles finally asked, unable to suppress his curiosity, “What happened with Vicki? Is she okay?”
Matt smiled, “Vicki is fine now. She lost a lot of blood, so they’ll keep her in the hospital all day to make sure there’s no infection, but she should be able to return home tomorrow.”
“That’s good news,” Elena replied, a slight smile on her face, though worry didn’t leave her eyes.
“Yes,” Matt said with a smile.
Then Elena slightly turned to Matt and said, “Did you contact your mother?”
“I called her and left a message. She’s in Virginia Beach with her boyfriend, so… we’ll see how long it takes her to get home,” Matt said, trying to keep his voice calm.
“Vicki’s lucky she’s okay,” Stiles said, stunned, trying to understand the details without showing his concern.
Then he finally asked in a low voice, “What… what did she say about what attacked her?”
Matt looked at him and Elena briefly before answering calmly, “She said it was a vampire.”
Stiles stopped breathing for a moment, his eyes widening in shock, his heart jumping in his chest.
“What?” he whispered, trying to make sure he heard correctly.
Elena blinked in bewilderment.
“Yes, she woke up this morning, muttered the word ‘vampire,’ and then lost consciousness,” Matt said, his voice calm but sarcastic.
“Well… that’s… that’s weird,” Elena whispered, her eyes glancing at Stiles for a moment before returning to Matt.
Stiles swallowed hard, trying to process what he had heard, his hand trembling slightly.
His concern multiplied, not just for Vicki, but for everything else connected to this horrifying truth he had just discovered.
If his friend Scott had turned into a werewolf, and if werewolves were real, does that mean vampires are too?
Does this mean there’s a savage vampire loose on the streets of Mystic Hills?
“I need to talk to Scott about this,” Stiles thought to himself, deeply frightened.
Matt, after a moment of silence, added, “I think she was drunk.”
“Yeah, yeah, it must have been that,” Elena said in agreement.
Stiles looked at them and said, “Okay, see you later. I need to catch up with Scott.”
Then he ran to the field immediately, his hand shaking with fear.
Matt looked at Stiles with slight bewilderment for his weird reaction, then turned to Elena and said, “So… what’s your story with Stefan?”
Elena replied, trying to calm the situation, “Matt, the last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“As you know, I… I’ll really go back to the hospital. I want to be there when Vicki wakes up, to know the real story of what happened last night,” Matt said in a hesitant and sad tone, then walked away.
Elena sighed sadly for the state of her ex-boyfriend and headed toward the bleachers.
In the background, far from everyone, Stefan sat at a table in the shadows, observing everything with sharp eyes, eavesdropping through his heightened senses.
His fingers fiddled with the edge of the table, his face slightly frowning, every word and movement captured fully by his senses.
His heart beat slowly, and his mind was drawn to every word, especially about the vampire.
“Damn you, Damon,” Stefan cursed his brother silently, then stood up and vanished into the mist with speed unseen by anyone.
Meanwhile, Scott arrived at the field.
The sounds of helmets, sticks, and protective padding clashing filled the space, and the players lined up on the field.
Coach Finstock lifted his whistle to his mouth and blew it hard before shouting:
“Jackson! You’re in Defense today!”
Then Bobby turned to Scott and said, “McCall! Get your lazy butt onto the field NOW!!”
Scott nodded and said, “Yes, coach!”
Jackson received the instructions, smiling lightly as he prepared for the play, while Scott took his position in the front line as Attacker, focusing on the waiting ball.
Beep!!
Start now!
The coach’s whistle blew sharply.
The face-off began, the sticks clashed, and the game was underway. The players surged, collided, the sounds loud, but the coach watched Jackson specifically, who dropped anyone approaching the goal zone.
Bobby leaned slightly forward, then shouted with admiration:
“That’s how you do it, Jackson! That’s how it’s done!”
On the other side, Scott was still slow… half a second behind everything.
The coach suddenly turned to another player and waved his hand toward him:
“Greenberg, run around the field twice!”
Greenberg sighed and ran across the field, while the players returned to their positions for individual confrontations.
Scott lined up in the front again, placing his hands on his knees, holding his lacrosse stick, breathing slowly… his mind wandering, thinking about Stiles’ words and whether they were correct.
But the coach’s voice hit him like a slap.
“McCall, what are you doing there?! Are you giving birth or what?! MOVE!”
Scott raised his head quickly, then took his position.
A few meters away… Jackson stood in the back, watching him.
He wasn’t just waiting.
He was looking… for an opportunity.
Scott crouched in position.
The whistle blew.
Scott caught the ball in his stick pocket and charged forward—
But he only took two steps.
Jackson had read him from the start.
He launched like a bullet.
Body-checked him hard from the side with his shoulder and stick, a clean, precise strike… knocking Scott to the ground violently on the grass.
Everything stopped for a second.
Hahaha!!
Then the sounds of laughter was heard.
Jackson ran and stood over him, his helmet tilted slightly, a sarcastic smile unseen… but felt.
“Are you sure you still want to be in the first line, McCall?”
Scott groaned in anger and didn’t reply.
Jackson smiled mockingly and ran back to his position.
Tyler raised his hand and shook it playfully, saying, “Good work, buddy!”
Meanwhile, the coach approached Scott, leaned slightly, looking at Scott from under his helmet, then shook his head mockingly before speaking:
“My grandmother could move faster than that— and she’s dead! So what do You think McCall? can you move faster than my dead grandmother?”
Scott clenched his jaw.
His hands clenched around his stick.
He slowly stood and said,
“Yes, coach.”
The coach moved closer, putting his hand behind his ear as if he couldn’t hear, then said sharply,
“I can’t hear you!”
Scott’s eyes didn’t lift toward him…
But his irises flashed gold for a moment.
“Yes. Coach.”
The coach moved even closer, until his voice was right beside his ear, and whispered:
“So do it again!”
Scott sighed sharply, then returned to his position.
In the back, the coach shouted at the rest of the team, his voice full of sarcasm,
“McCall will do it again! McCall will do it again!”
Jackson frowned with annoyance and returned to his position again.
The players lined up again.
This time…
Scott was not distracted.
He was looking straight ahead.
Jackson moved back, watching… waiting for him.
Scott scooped it up—
And ran.
This time his speed was different.
Faster.
Stronger.
Jackson moved to intercept…
But it was too late.
Bam!!
Scott collided with him directly, his shoulder and body check striking hard against Jackson’s chest, pushing him back before falling violently to the ground.
Craaak!!
The sound of bones breaking heard in the air.
Then silence fell across the entire field.
Jackson staggered in pain, then veered back before falling to the ground, holding his aching shoulder and screaming in pain, while the cries of the other players rose in the field.
“Aaahhh!! My shoulder!!”
Jackson!!
Danny shouted in concern and ran toward him, followed by the rest and the coach, worried.
The other players advanced to check on Jackson, but the coach, kneeling beside him, signaled them away immediately and shouted,
“Wait, wait, wait, wait!! Give him some space to breathe!!”
Scott himself knelt on the ground, panting heavily, every muscle tense, his eyes shining golden.
He tried hard to prevent a full transformation, but the anger and fear inside him pressed relentlessly.
Stiles ran in panic toward Scott, his heart pounding violently, trying to calm him.
He put his right arm around Scott’s shoulder, the left on his other arm, trying to hold him
“Scott? Scott, are you okay?”
Scott was panting heavily, his voice trembling as he whispered:
I can’t control it, Styles!
It’s happening!
Stiles’ heart raced, his eyes wide with panic as he realized Scott was beginning to transform into a werewolf in the middle of the field,
“What? Here? Now?!”
He looked around quickly, everyone busy with Jackson’s injury, then grabbed Scott firmly by the shoulders,
– Come on, get up.
Styles pulled Scott to stand, continuing to hold him by the arm around his shoulder, then pushed him toward the locker room, every step full of tension and pressure.
They passed the bleachers without noticing Derek Hale frowning, watching them from afar.
Derek looked at Scott and Styles for a moment until they disappeared from view, then snorted coldly and turned away.
From the bleachers, the whole scene looked normal at first glance.
Whistles, collisions, checks, and Coach Finstock’s shouting filled the air.
Elena, Allison, Bonnie, and Lydia sat side by side, each trying to focus on the training, but attention was split on every movement.
“Oh my god…” Elena whispered, her eyes fixed on the field.
“Scott… he doesn’t seem like he did yesterday.”
Bonnie nodded, raising her eyebrow.
“Yeah… he was better than this in the last practice, wasn’t he? Now he seems hesitant and slow.”
Allison was silent for a moment, then said, “He’s always half a step behind everything… you know, like he’s trying to catch up with the play without making a mistake, but he can’t.”
Lydia, who was watching Jackson closely, didn’t show any interest in performance notes until that moment.
But when Scott sprinted with the ball and slammed Jackson to the ground, her entire demeanor changed.
“Oh my god! Jackson!” Lydia immediately shouted, standing unconsciously, her eyes widening with anger and fear together.
Her heart raced as she tried to process what had happened and how Scott suddenly took down Jackson like that.
Elena gripped the edge of the seat, her mouth open in shock, unable to believe what she saw.
Bonnie held her hands, as if trying to calm herself, attempting to comprehend the impact.
Allison shivered slightly, unsure whether to scream or just watch.
Lydia didn’t calm down, raising her arms to her mouth, then fell onto the bench screaming loudly:
“Oh no! Jackson! No… no!”
Meanwhile, Styles held Scott and tried to pull him away from the middle of the field, the girls focused on every movement, every step, every breath.
Scott seemed tense, panting deeply, clearly going through a very difficult moment.
“Oh my god…” Bonnie whispered, her eyes on Scott, trying to process what was happening to him.
Allison simply moved slightly back on the bench, unable to take her eyes off the scene, while Lydia remained fully focused on Jackson, her eyes still full of anger and fear together, torn between worry for him and anger at Scott.
“He took him down! Jackson is down!” Lydia shouted again, her voice loud and full of anger, trying to express all her emotions at once.
Elena whispered calmly to Bonnie and Allison, “Try to calm her… she’s very angry.”
Bonnie gently held Lydia’s arm, trying to calm her: “Lydia, relax… nothing will happen to Jackson now, everyone’s around him.”
Allison added, trying to help as well, “Lydia… take a deep breath. Focus on the fact that he’s okay, it’s just practice, his injury can’t be that bad.”
Lydia, despite all efforts to calm her, remained tense, but began listening to the words, her eyes still on Jackson, trying to control her shouting gradually.
Shock, worry, and astonishment mingled in the bleachers, but the girls now tried to create balance, calming Lydia, and carefully observing the situation.
In the locker room, Styles pushed Scott through the door forcefully.
Scott fell to his knees next to a sink, sweat covering his body, breathing heavily, while Styles approached and squatted in front of him.
Styles looked directly into Scott’s eyes, trying to read him:
Scott, are you okay?
Scott suddenly lifted his head, his voice screaming in panic,
“Get away from me! Arrrraaaahhh!!”
Scott’s trembling, terrifying roar made Styles step back, then crawl away from him.
Scott glared at Styles angrily, then roared with rage.
Arrrraaaahhh!!
Good God!!
Scott, calm down, my friend, I’m your best friend, Styles!!
Scott growled angrily, then started jumping and approaching Styles increasingly.
Damn!
Styles swore in fear and stood, running behind a row of lockers.
Arrr!!
Scott roared in anger while the saliva dripped from his mouth, and he jumped over the lockers Styles hid behind easily, standing in front of his friend, his eyes glowing bright yellow, his expression pure rage.
Styles moved nervously and tried to back away slowly before deciding Scott might tear him apart.
Scott visually tracked Styles, every movement of the human boy calculated.
Styles fell onto his butt in fear, then stood quickly and turned at the corner.
Scott looked at Styles briefly, then closed his eyes in pain and began to change his face, his body enlarging, bones breaking and then reforming stronger than before.
Aaaahhh!!
Scott roared with a mix of fear and anger, his claws growing from his hands, his dense fur appearing on his face, his ears elongating like imps.
“Oh my god!!” Styles screamed in fear, retreating quickly.
The werewolf looked at him and smiled a devilish smile full of lethal fangs, then crouched on all fours and began crawling toward him slowly and confidently.
Styles immediately backed away, trying to escape.
Arrrraaaahhh!!
Scott roared again and leapt at his prey.
Styles dropped low at the last moment, and Scott hit the lockers forcefully as a result.
Boom!!
Several metal lockers broke, and the wall cracked immediately.
Arrrraaaahhh!!
Scott roared in extreme anger.
Styles fell to the ground, panting heavily from fear, sweat dripping from his face, then looked around anxiously for an exit or something to save his life.
Scott immediately rose and advanced toward Styles again.
Damn!!
Think, Styles, think!!
He shouted to himself violently, then saw a fire extinguisher hanging behind him.
This is it!!
Styles thought excitedly and grabbed the extinguisher quickly, not believing he had it before.
Arrrraaaahhh!!
Scott roared again and jumped at his friend with murderous intent.
Styles fiddled with the extinguisher’s nozzle, then shouted and closed his eyes in fear.
Aaaahhh!!
Whooshhh!!!
He was surprised as white fire-retardant gas shot out and surged toward Scott’s face.
Scott was startled by the sudden spray and covered his face with his hands, trying to block the spray.
Aaaahhh!!
Styles screamed in fear and continued spraying with the extinguisher toward him without stopping.
Aaaahhh!!
Scott screamed in confusion, retreated slightly, fell to the ground, and grabbed his head, returning slowly and painfully to his human form.
Styles stopped spraying, panting heavily.
Then he immediately stood and hid outside the door, holding the extinguisher tightly, waiting for Scott’s reaction.
Scott sat stunned on the ground, looking at his friend, his voice faint:
– Styles…?
Styles relaxed a little, but stayed alert, peeking around the door, and said, “Scott? Scott, is that you?”
Scott groaned painfully and stood with difficulty, saying, “What happened? Why do I feel like I swallowed toothpaste?”
Styles exhaled in relief, then entered finally, breathing heavily from exhaustion, and threw the fire extinguisher on the ground loudly, starting to rip off his gloves forcefully, showing the seriousness of the situation, and looked at Scott and said:
“You tried to kill me.”
“What?! What do you mean?!” Scott shouted immediately.
Styles looked at his friend and said, “You tried to kill me just now, Scott! You transformed in the middle of practice!”
Scott looked at his friend in shock, saying, “But you told me I can’t transform except during a full moon?!”
“I was wrong, okay!!” Styles shouted in frustration.
Scott fell silent, looking at his friend worriedly.
Stiles exhaled sharply and ran his fingers through his hair, saying,It seems my hypothesis was wrong, Scott, you can transform at any time.
Scott sighed, collapsing to the ground in shock, a deep sense of guilt overwhelming him, while Stiles crouched in front of him, looking into his eyes with focus, saddened by what had happened, and fully aware of the seriousness of the situation his friend had reached.
Stiles looked at his friend and said sarcastically, “By the way, Scott, there is a vampire attacked Vicki last night.”
“What?!”, Scott shouted, shocked by the bomb his friend had just dropped on him.