Stefan entered his house and went to his room, sighing tiredly from the events of the day, but he didn’t relax much because his great-nephew had barged into the room and said, “You lied to me, Uncle Stefan! You promised me you wouldn’t do anything during your stay here.”
Stefan looked at his great-nephew with confusion and said, “What’s the matter, Zack? What do you mean?”
Zack looked at Stefan coldly, then took out a newspaper article and showed it to Stefan.
Stefan looked at the article carefully and saw the headline: “Couple Daren and Monica Martinez Killed Due to Animal Attack in the Woods.”
A bad feeling immediately rose in Stefan’s heart because he knew what this meant in Mystic Hills.
Yet, he looked at Zack and said, “That was an animal attack.”
“Don’t tell me that. I know the game. If you mutilate their bodies enough, they’ll always suspect an animal attack. You told me you had it under control, Uncle Stefan,” Zack replied to Stefan.
Stefan looked at Zack and said, “I am doing that, and I haven’t harmed anyone since I came to Mystic Hills.”
Zack sighed, then stepped forward and said with a pleading expression, “Please, Uncle Stefan. Mystic Hills is a different place now. It was peaceful for years, but there are still those who remember. Your presence here will stir things up.”
Stefan looked at Zack and calmly replied, “That’s not what I mean.”
Zack looked at him and said, “Then what is it? Why did you come back? After all this time, why now?”
Stefan looked at him coldly, his patience running thin from his great-nephew’s audacity, and said, “I don’t have to justify myself.”
Zack sighed and said, “I know you cannot change what you are. But you no longer belong here.”
Stefan looked at Zack angrily and said, “Then where do I belong?”
Zack looked at Stefan coldly and said, “I can’t tell you what you should do. But coming back here was a mistake.”
Then he turned and left the room before Stefan could respond.
Stefan sighed, then went to a drawer in his room and pulled out several things that belonged to him, including an old notebook.
Stefan picked up the notebook, opened it, and looked at an old black-and-white photo of Elena, with “Katherine Pierce, 1864” written beneath the picture.
Stefan sighed and closed the notebook.
He took his diary from another drawer and sat down to write in it.
“My dear diary, I lost control Couple days ago on the cemetery. Everything I had been hiding inside surged to the surface. I am simply unable to resist it; I cannot resist my thirst for blood. People speak to me, and all I hear are their heartbeats. All I think about is tearing their throats apart. I don’t know how long this struggle against myself will last, but I will never give up, so I don’t become what I once was again, so I don’t turn into the monster that killed thousands once more.”
Stefan closed his diary, sighed, and stood up from his desk.
Then he looked at Elena’s diary, which she had dropped in the cemetery, and then he picked it up with him.
Stefan picked up Elena’s diary, and a small smile appeared on his face as he thought of Elena.
Then he decided to go to her house to return her diary.
Unaware that this was the beginning of a complicated love story full of drama, pain, and betrayal.
[Meanwhile, with Elena]
“Aunt Jenna, I’m going to meet Bonnie and Caroline at the Mystic Grill. Do you want anything from outside?”
Elena asked as she adjusted her clothes and checked her reflection in the mirror.
Jenna, looked at her and replied, “I don’t need anything, sweetheart. Enjoy your time.”
Elena turned to her aunt with a smile.
“Alright, Aunt Jenna. I’ll go now and be back this evening after the party, okay?”
Jenna looked at Elena and said, “Okay, Elena—but don’t stay out too late. Even if tomorrow is weekend.”
Elena smirked and replied sarcastically, “Yes, ma’am.”
Jenna smiled.
“Ma’am, huh? I like how that sounds. Honestly, I think I’m starting to get used to the whole parent-and-guardian role.”
Elena looked at her aunt with a warm smile.
Jenna hadn’t been obligated to take guardianship or live with them, yet she left her life behind and came to Mystic Hills to make sure they were taken care of.
Elena’s smile faded when she smelled burnt toast coming from the kitchen.
“It looks like you still have a long way to go, Aunt Jenna,” Elena teased.
“I can smell the toast burning.”
Jenna blinked, then screamed,
Oh, my god!, i completely forgot about the bread!!.
Then she jumped up and rushed into the kitchen.
Elena shook her head with an amused smile.
Jenna had struggled greatly taking care of her and Jeremy.
She often didn’t know what she was doing—but she never gave up.
She fought through the entire summer and kept going.
Elena sighed softly, feeling sympathy for her aunt, then headed for the front door.
When she opened it, she found Stefan standing there.
“Oh—my God! Stefan? What are you doing here?”
Stefan looked at her and said, “Sorry. I was just about to knock. I wanted to apologize for disappearing in semesters before. I know it was… strange.”
Elena eyed him cautiously.
“It’s okay. I understand. Blood makes you feel nauseous.”
Stefan gave her a mysterious look.
“Something like that. How’s your leg?”
Elena replied, “It’s fine. Just a scratch, barely anything. How did you know where I live?”
Stefan answered, “It’s a small town.
I asked the first person I saw.” He hesitated, then added, “I thought you might want this back.”
He pulled her journal from his pocket.
Elena stared at it in shock, anxiety tightening in her chest at the thought that he might have read it.
“Oh…i was looking for that for days now, I must have dropped it. I—thank you.”
She took it from him hesitantly.
Stefan smiled, knowing exactly what she was thinking.
“Don’t worry. I didn’t read it.”
Elena looked at him in surprise.
“You didn’t? Why not? Most people would have.”
Stefan replied, “Well… I wouldn’t want someone reading my writing.”
Elena stared at him in amazement.
“You keep a journal?”
Stefan answered with a look that carried decades of memories and experiences.
“Yes. If I don’t write things down, I forget them. Memories are very important.”
Elena smiled and gestured inside.
“Yeah. I just—um… you don’t have to stay out there.”
Stefan tried to step inside but felt an invisible barrier push him back.
“I’m fine,” he said lightly.
“Sorry—were you heading somewhere?”
Elena thought for a moment, then replied, “Yeah. I’m meeting my friends at the Mystic Grill. Would you like to come? Meet them?”
Stefan smiled.
“I’d be delighted, Elena.”
She smiled back, and they left the house together, walking toward the Mystic Grill, talking and laughing the entire way.
[ Meanwhile, at the Mystic Grill]
Caroline and Bonnie entered, talking about the mysterious new student.
Caroline said with a grin, “His name is Stefan Salvatore. He lives with his uncle at the old Salvatore boarding house. He didn’t grow up here. His family’s military, so they moved around a lot. He’s a Gemini, his favorite color is blue.”
Bonnie stared at her in disbelief.
“Did you figure all that out in just couple few days?”
Caroline smiled proudly.
“Oh please. I figured it all out between third and fourth period from first day Stefan arrived. We’re planning a June wedding.”
Bonnie rolled her eyes.
“You’re impossible. You saw him once in chemistry class and you’re already planning a wedding?”
Caroline shrugged.
“Can you blame me? I mean—have you seen Stefan?”
Bonnie fell silent.
Caroline wasn’t wrong.
Stefan was handsome—too perfect.
In fact, something about him unsettled Bonnie.
His face always looked clean, almost glowing, completely flawless.
He never seemed to change—not even his hairstyle.
It was as if… time itself was frozen for him.
“So… how’s Elena?”.
Matt asked while he was serving drinks to Bonnie and Caroline.
Bonnie sighed.
“Her parents died. What do you think? She’s trying to hold it together, but it’s only been four months.”
Matt asked hopefully, “Did she say anything about Me?”
Bonnie shook her head.
“No. I’m not getting involved. If you want to talk to her, you can pick up the phone and call.”
Matt frowned.
” Elena broke up with me, i can’t be the one who calls her”
“Give her time,” Bonnie said.
At that exact moment, Elena walked in with Stefan, laughing together.
Matt looked at Bonnie sarcastically.
“Time, huh?”
He started walking toward them.
“Matt, don’t do anything stupid,” Caroline said, even though seeing Elena with Stefan makes her feel insecure.
“Relax,” Matt replied.
“I’m just saying hi.”
Matt approached their table.
“Hey, I’m Matt. You must be the new guy everyone’s talking about. Nice to meet you.”
He extended his hand.
Stefan shook it politely.
“Nice to meet you. I’m Stefan.”
Matt smirked and tried to crush Stefan’s hand—but no matter how hard he squeezed, it didn’t work.
What the hell?
Matt stared at Stefan.
His expression hadn’t changed at all.
Matt released his hand reluctantly and sat down beside them, staring at Stefan in disbelief.
This guy is insanely strong.
Matt had been boxing and lifting weights five times a week.
Even adults couldn’t ignore his grip.
And Stefan?
Thin, not muscular—yet unmoved.
Everything about him felt wrong.
Even his skin was smoother than most girls’, flawless like a newborn’s.
Something was off.
Elena smiled awkwardly at Matt.
“Hi, Matt. How are you?”
“I’m okay,” Matt replied with sadness.
“I hope you’re doing better after what happened to your parents.”
“I’m managing,” Elena said quietly.
Caroline and Bonnie joined them and greeted Elena.
Caroline immediately launched into interrogation mode.
“So, Stefan—were you born in Mystic Hills?”
Stefan nodded.
“Yeah. I moved away when I was still young.”
Bonnie asked, “Your parents?”
“They’re dead,” Stefan replied flatly.
Matt narrowed his eyes—there was no sadness in his voice.
Elena looked at Stefan sympathetically.
“I’m sorry. Do you have any siblings?”
“No one I talk to,” Stefan replied.
“I live with my uncle.”
Caroline smiled mischievously.
“So, Stefan, if you’re new here, you probably don’t know about the party this night.”
“A party?” Stefan asked.
“What party?”
“The back-to-school bonfire at the falls,” Bonnie explained.
Stefan looked at Elena hopefully.
“Are you going?”
Elena blushed slightly, unable to answer.
Bonnie jumped in quickly.
“Of course she is.”
Stefan smiled half-smile then said, “then i will be there. ”
Elena smiled shyly and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Caroline looked at the scene with slight jealousy, while Matt got up and walked away because he couldn’t stand being with them.
[ Meanwhile From Stiles Stilinski’s POV ].
Honestly, things started to worry me more and more with every minute as the full moon approached.
After I parted ways with Scott at school, I drove my car back home while my mind was spinning with a million thoughts per minute.
My spontaneous jokes in the forest were starting to make more and more sense.
The bite.
The heightened senses.
Everything that happened in the football game.
All of it was piling up, and I did not like the result at all.
No one would ever accuse me of having a weak imagination, but at the same time, no one would accuse me of being that kind of weird person who practices live-action role-playing and cannot distinguish between reality and fantasy.
Well, I had my fair share of files and posters related to World Of Warcraft and Assassin’s Creed on my computer, but those are two completely different things.
Maybe it was a rare day for Mystic Hills because I did not turn on my scanner.
It was supposed to be one of those rare days before the weekend when I did not do my homework.
It must have been a very rare day since I didn’t even play Call of Duty or Dragon Age.
No. No, today, I’m going to dig.
Search seriously deep into Google for answers.
“Ly. Caon.”
I typed into the search bar, my eyes fixed on the screen.
“Lycaon, the cruel king of Arcadia, who served Zeus a meal containing roasted human flesh. Zeus, angered by the corruption of his feast, assaulted Lycaon and his sons after turning them into wolves, and cursed them with an eternal desire for the full moon. The royal family turned into wolves one by one on full moon nights, as the curse passed through the heirs, and the kingdom quickly collapsed when the peasants abandoned the capital in fear.”
That was the first mention ever of a man turning into a wolf according to mythological standards.
It was certainly an important clue, but I would not stop until I got some actual facts.
I dug deeper into the real story, and with every search I made, there was at least one link to a werewolf forum; the end of the world or worse, a Laurel K.
Hamilton fan site—and my God, I did not need to know everything about A/B/O dynamics.
Regardless of the strange and suspicious things that portrayed monsters as handsome men and seductive women, the actual myths were fascinating.
Men bitten by wolves, howling at the moon, wolfsbane, silver bullets, and moonstone, from Lon Chaney to Michael J.
Fox.
Movies summoned the savage man, and in doing so, killed him a thousand times.
Stories rarely ended happily, and usually involved some kind of cure.
No character in literature ever got a happy ending with that particular curse.
The Beast of Gévaudan surprised me, especially if I thought it was real.
It surprised me because it was an actual historical event, covered by many books about the history of France, and people still talk about it to this day what terrifying me that the fact this beast killed more than 10000 innocent people, i hope this number is an exaggeration.
Anyway, after I finished the entire history of werewolves, I moved on to the main game—anatomy and biology.
The searches gave me a thousand different descriptions of werewolves and a few hundred variations of their powers and weaknesses. This chapter was taken from g.com without permission.
The most common weaknesses were silver bullets and wolfsbane, and of course, the full moon night, when the werewolf is closer to the animal than the human, making him less intelligent and giving him a fit of bloodlust.
Well… Scott hasn’t shown any bloodlust… not yet.
I looked into the behavioral patterns of wolves since they are relatively closer to werewolves compared to humans.
While I was reading, I noticed something.
I blinked as I clicked on the website, entering a book-selling site.
One particular book caught my attention among the educational books, titled “Monstrorum Liber,” which literally translates to “Book of Monsters.”
The book looked authentic, and fortunately, it seems Thunderbird & Wells Library has a copy of it.
I have to get that book someday.
I sighed as I leaned back in the chair, rubbing my nose.
This might be a bit of a rushed conclusion given the amount of information I have, but I am seriously considering the possibility that my best and closest friend is cursed.
I stood up from my chair and headed to my bed.
I had spent most of the day sitting in that chair and needed a break.
I fell onto the bed as my eyelids grew heavy.
I only needed a few minutes of rest, but I opened my eyes when I felt a warm light on them.
I opened my eyes and looked out the window.
The sun was setting.
And tonight was a full moon.
Damn, I need to call Scott quickly.
I thought, then jumped from the bed and searched for my phone in panic.
After some time calling and urging Scott to come—
“Stiles, I’m here.” Scott shouted from the other side.
“Come in.” I opened the door and pulled him inside.
“You have to see this.”
“Oh my God! What have you been doing all day?” he asked with admiration as he looked at the papers and pictures scattered all over my room.
It was messy—my room was always messy, but now it was even messier.
“I spent the whole day reading books and websites, all this information.” I said slowly as I pointed to the main papers while making my way to the bed.
Then he picked up the few werewolf pictures that were on the table.
“What is all this?”
“Well, first of all, that body report came in this morning and they found animal hair in it—wolf hair.” I said as I handed him the report file.
“Isn’t it illegal to steal police property?” Scott asked, pointing at the stamp on the page.
That wasn’t the first thing I expected him to notice, and yes, it is illegal to steal anything—but when has that ever stopped me?
“It doesn’t matter, listen to me.”
“Is this about the body? Did they find who did it?” he asked as he sat on the chair.
“No, they’re still questioning people—even Derek Hale.” I muttered, remembering that annoying, extreme personality guy.
“Oh, that guy we saw in the forest a few days ago.”
I raised my hands in the air, stopping him from interrupting me further: “Yes, yes! But that’s not it.”
“What then?”
I asked him, fully knowing he remembers the joke from a few days ago: “Do you remember that joke?”
I replied before he could say anything: “It’s not a joke anymore.”
He blinked, confused, as I began explaining in more detail.
“The wolf—the bite in the forest, I started reading all of this.” I looked to my right and found an interesting piece of information written on the paper, and I stood up with Sherlock Holmes-like features.
“Do you even know why a wolf howls?”
“Should I?”
“It’s a signal. When a wolf is alone, it howls to let the rest of its pack know its location.” I took a deep breath as I reached this point.
“I heard a wolf howl, which means others might have been nearby—maybe a whole pack.”
“A whole pack of wolves?” Scott’s eyes widened as he stood shocked—but that wasn’t the real shock.
“No… werewolves.”
“…”
Silence filled the room for a moment before he burst out shouting.
“Are you seriously wasting my time with this?! You know I’m taking Allison out in an hour!”
I rolled my eyes and bent down to gather the papers.
“I saw what you did on the field today, Scott.” I sighed as I organized the papers.
“What you did today wasn’t just amazing—it was impossible.”
He stared at me angrily.
If looks could kill, I would be dead now.
I knew he would feel offended by my comment.
I was making it sound like cheating, even though I didn’t mind.
This benefits my friend—but the truth has to be said.
“Yeah? I just made some good moves.”
“No, Scott. You did extremely well.” I stood up and placed those papers into a file.
“The way you moved, your speed, your reflexes—don’t you understand?” I saw him swallow when I mentioned that.
He knew it was strange too, but he didn’t want to accept the idea that he reached what he did today using supernatural powers.
Scott doesn’t see the full picture—he never does.
It’s not just about him; it could seriously hurt people.
“People can’t just do that overnight. There are vision issues and sensitivity—you noticed that too, Scott.” I kept adding and adding.
“And don’t think I didn’t notice you don’t need your inhaler anymore.”
“Okay! Man, I can’t think about this right now. We’ll talk about it tomorrow.”
“Tomorrow? What? No!” I finally snapped.
“It’s the full moon tonight, don’t you get it?!”
“What are you trying to do?!” he shouted angrily, then said:
“I just made first line as Running Back—finally! I have a date with a girl, I can’t believe she wants to go out with me, everything in my life is perfect—why are you trying to ruin it?!”
“Scott, I know this sounds crazy, okay? I hope I’m wrong—but everything is against you, against us.” I clenched my teeth and looked at him angrily.
“I know I sound insane—but what if I’m right? If I’m right, that means you could hurt people. People you love—like your mom! Do you want to hurt your mom, Scott?!”
He looked at me firmly and said: “I would never hurt my mom!”
“But what if you do?!” I shouted angrily at him, then trembled slightly and stepped back in shock.
I sighed, trying to calm myself as I held back the tears forming in my eyes.
“I’m trying to help. You’re cursed, Scott.” I stared into his eyes, emphasizing the last point.
“It’s not just that the moon will cause physical changes—it will also determine when your bloodlust is at its peak.”
“Bloodlust?” Scott raised his eyebrows when he heard the term.
Seriously, who doesn’t know what bloodlust is?
Take a breath, Stiles—he’s not as educated as you.
“Yes. The urge to kill. Bloodlust. A craving for blood.”
Scott stayed silent, not knowing what to say.
“Anyway, you need to hear this.” I opened my eyes and read from my laptop a line I had highlighted.
“The change may be triggered by anger or anything that increases your heart rate, okay? I’ve never seen anyone raise your heart rate like Allison does.”
“You need to cancel this date.” I closed the laptop and moved toward his bag.
“What are you doing?” he asked as I grabbed it.
“I’m going to call her now and cancel it.”
“No, give it to me!!” Scott suddenly shouted and slammed me against the wall with his fist, throwing my chair violently with his other hand.
He raised his other hand, about to punch me, but stopped at the last moment.
I stared at his face sharply.
His eyes turned golden-brown for a moment before fading.
That confirmed it.
“Scott, get your hand off me.” I whispered quietly as I pushed his hand away from my collar.
He took a deep breath and looked at me for a moment before slowly releasing his grip and stepping back.
“I’m sorry. I have to go get ready for the party.”
He picked up his bag and headed toward the door, but stopped before leaving.
“I’m sorry.”
I watched him leave and clenched my teeth as I jumped onto the bed.
Scott is acting recklessly—I need to watch him.
But what if he tries to kill me or something?
Then I frowned when I noticed something strange.
I got up and checked my chair—the one Scott pushed—then flipped it over and found large claw marks on its back.
Oh my God… what a dilemma!
I cursed myself and grabbed my hair violently.
“Someone is going to get hurt tonight.” I muttered to myself as I took my Jeep keys and headed toward the party near the falls.
I have to get there before Scott kills someone tonight.
The night had barely begun when Scott left his friend’s house, yet it already felt heavier than it should.
Scott gripped the steering wheel tighter than usual, his fingers pressing into the worn leather as the engine hummed beneath him.
The road ahead stretched into darkness, lit only by scattered streetlights that flickered past like fading thoughts.
Stiles’ voice wouldn’t stop.
“You could hurt someone… people you love.”
Scott clenched his jaw.
“No,” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head slightly as if that alone could throw the words out of it.
“That’s not happening.”
His eyes flicked to the rearview mirror for a split second—nothing there but his own reflection staring back at him.
Normal.
Completely normal.
That’s what this was.
Just a good day.
A really good day.
First line as Running Back.
A date with Allison Argent.
A small smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
“Yeah… I’m not ruining this.”
But then—
“Do you want to hurt your mom, Scott?”
His grip tightened again.
The car swerved slightly before he corrected it, exhaling sharply.
“Stop it, Stiles…” he whispered, though his voice lacked conviction.
The closer he got, the quieter everything felt.
Too quiet.
Even the usual sounds of the night—the wind, distant cars, the rustling trees—felt… muted.
Or maybe it was just him noticing everything too much.
Scott swallowed.
His heart was beating faster now.
Not from fear.
That’s what he told himself.
Just anticipation.
He turned into the Argent neighborhood, the houses neat, identical in their calm perfection.
Lights glowed warmly behind windows, a sharp contrast to the unease building in his chest.
Then he saw it.
Allison’s house.
He parked the car and sat there for a moment, staring at the front door.
“Just a date,” he said quietly.
Simple.
Normal.
He stepped out.
Each step toward the door felt heavier than the last, but he forced himself forward until he finally raised his hand and knocked.
A few seconds passed.
Then the door opened.
It wasn’t Allison.
A woman stood in the doorway—calm, composed… and watching him far too closely.
Victoria Argent.
Scott straightened unconsciously.
“Hi, Mrs. Argent,” he said, trying to sound confident.
Her gaze didn’t soften.
Not even a little.
She looked at him like she was measuring something… something he couldn’t see.
“Scott,” she said, her tone polite—but cold.
“You’re right on time.”
Something about the way she said it made his skin prickle.
“Uh… yeah. I just came to pick up Allison.”
A brief silence.
Then—
“Of course.”
She stepped aside slowly, her eyes never leaving him as she gestured inside.
“Allison will be down in a moment.”
Scott nodded, stepping in carefully, suddenly very aware of everything—his breathing, his heartbeat… the way her presence filled the room.
Behind him, the door closed with a soft click.
Too soft.
Too final.
A moment later, light footsteps echoed from the stairs.
Then Allison appeared.
And just like that—
Everything else faded.
“Hey,” she said with a warm smile.
Scott blinked, the tension in his shoulders easing instantly.
“Hey.”
For a second, it felt normal again.
Almost.
Victoria watched them both, silent.
Then, after a pause, she spoke:
“Don’t be late.”
It wasn’t a suggestion.
Scott nodded quickly.
“We won’t be.”
Allison grabbed her jacket and moved toward him.
“Ready?”
He smiled.
“Yeah… let’s go.”
As they stepped outside, Scott felt it again.
That strange pull.
That pressure in his chest.
The night wasn’t normal.
It was waiting.
And whether he believed Stiles or not—
The engine started with a low hum as Scott pulled away from Allison’s house.
For a few seconds, neither of them spoke.
The night stretched quietly around them, the road lit by passing streetlights… each one flashing across Allison’s face for a brief moment before fading again.
Scott kept his eyes on the road.
Too focused.
Too aware.
“So…” Allison finally said, turning slightly toward him, a small smile forming.
“Running Back, huh?”
Scott let out a short breath, almost a laugh.
“Yeah… I guess so.”
“I guess so?” she raised an eyebrow, amused.
“Scott, you were incredible today.”
He shrugged lightly, gripping the wheel a bit tighter.
“It was just… a good day.”
“A good day?” she repeated, smiling wider now.
“You don’t go from barely keeping up to outrunning everyone on the field in one day, Scott Elena told me you have asthma.”
He didn’t answer immediately.
Her eyes stayed on him.
Studying him.
“Seriously,” she added, softer this time.
“What happened?”
Scott swallowed.
“I don’t know… I just felt different.”
“Different how?”
“Faster… stronger… like everything was sharper.”
Allison leaned back slightly, still watching him.
“That doesn’t just happen overnight.”
Scott forced a small smile.
“Yeah… I know.”
A brief silence passed.
Then her expression shifted.
“So… what really happened today?”
Scott glanced at her.
“At school.”
He hesitated.
“With Jeremy… Tyler… Vicki.”
Scott exhaled slowly.
“Yeah… that.”
“What happened exactly?” she asked, her tone more serious now.
Scott tightened his grip on the wheel.
“They were behind the school… Jeremy and Vicki.”
“Doing what?”
He paused.
“Using drugs.”
Allison’s face fell instantly.
“What…?”
“And not just that,” Scott continued.
“Jeremy was the one giving it to her.”
A moment of silence.
“That’s… bad,” she said quietly.
Scott nodded.
“Really bad.”
“What about Tyler?”
Scott let out a breath.
“He showed up.”
“Of course he did…” she muttered.
“He started mocking Jeremy… pushing him around.”
Allison frowned.
“And Vicki?”
“She tried to stop it… but it just made things worse.”
Scott’s voice grew tighter as he continued:
“Tyler shoved Jeremy into a wall… more than once.”
Allison’s eyes widened.
“What?!”
“Yeah… and Stiles tried to step in—”
She turned quickly.
“What happened to Stiles?”
Scott grimaced slightly.
“Tyler knocked him down.”
Allison’s expression hardened.
“God…”
“I told him to stop,” Scott continued.
“He didn’t.”
A brief pause.
“So I made him.”
She looked at him carefully.
“What does that mean?”
Scott hesitated.
“I… grabbed him.”
“And?”
Scott swallowed.
“I threw him.”
Allison blinked.
“You… what?”
Scott kept his eyes on the road.
“I didn’t mean to throw him that hard.”
“Scott… Tyler isn’t exactly small.”
“I know.”
“And you just… threw him?”
Scott nodded slightly.
“For a second… it felt like he weighed nothing.”
Silence filled the car.
Allison kept staring at him.
Then she said softly:
“You’re not telling me everything.”
Scott didn’t respond.
Because he couldn’t.
After a moment, she spoke again—but this time, her tone changed.
Softer.
“You still did the right thing.”
Scott glanced at her.
“I did?”
“Yes,” she said firmly.
“Tyler would’ve seriously hurt Jeremy.”
She paused.
“And you stopped him.”
Scott exhaled slowly, some of the tension leaving his chest.
“He didn’t look like he was going to stop.”
“He never does,” Allison replied quietly.
A brief silence passed.
Then she asked:
“What happened after that?”
Scott looked ahead, his expression dimming.
“Elena showed up.”
Allison straightened slightly.
“Oh no…”
“She saw everything.”
He tightened his jaw.
“She tried to talk to Jeremy… to help him.”
“And?”
Scott’s voice lowered.
“He pushed her away.”
Allison’s expression softened with concern.
“How bad?”
Scott hesitated.
“Bad.”
“Scott…”
He exhaled.
“He told her to stay out of his business.”
Allison winced slightly.
“That’s… harsh, but—”
Scott cut in quietly:
“He told her she’s the reason their parents died.”
Silence.
Heavy.
Crushing.
Allison froze.
“He… said that?”
Scott nodded.
Allison looked away, her eyes softening with sadness.
“That’s… that’s horrible.”
“Yeah.”
A long pause filled the car.
“She broke,” Scott added quietly.
“Right there.”
Allison swallowed.
“Did someone help her?”
“Bonnie was there.”
Allison nodded slowly.
“Good…”
Scott kept going, his voice softer now:
“She was trying so hard to reach him… and he just walked away.”
Allison closed her eyes for a brief moment.
“Poor Elena…”
Scott nodded.
“She told us what happened… with her parents.”
Allison looked back at him.
“What do you mean?”
Scott hesitated, then said:
“They had a car accident… after she called them to pick her up.”
Allison’s expression changed instantly.
“Oh my God…”
“She thinks… or at least Jeremy thinks… it’s her fault.”
Allison shook her head immediately.
“No… no, that’s not fair.”
“It’s not,” Scott agreed.
A moment passed.
Then Allison said quietly:
“Grief does that… it twists things.”
Scott glanced at her.
“Yeah… Stiles said something like that too.”
She looked out the window, her voice soft:
“Everyone deals with pain differently… but this…”
She trailed off.
“This is self-destruction.”
Scott nodded.
“Yeah.”
Another silence settled between them.
Then Allison turned to him again.
“I’m glad you were there, Scott.”
He looked at her briefly.
“I couldn’t just stand there.”
“And you didn’t,” she said gently.
A small pause.
Then she added:
“That says a lot about you.”
Scott didn’t know what to say.
So he just nodded.
But inside—
Between Stiles’ warnings…
Jeremy’s breakdown…
Elena’s pain…
And whatever was happening to him—
Nothing felt simple anymore.
And the night…
Was just getting started.