Boom!!
Scott slammed his bedroom door and burst in violently, panting hard.
Aaaahhhhh!!!, Aaaahhhhh!!.
Scott screamed in pain, then dropped to his knees on the ground.
Scott’s back moved right and left, then…
KRRRAAAK!!!.
His bones broke, then grew in size.
Aaaahhhhh!!!.
Scott screamed in horrible pain, then quickly stood up while stumbling.
Scott felt his body muscles stretching and his body becoming heavier.
Aaaahhhhh!!.
Scott screamed in fear and pushed the bathroom door.
Scott stumbled and grabbed the sink tightly and looked at his reflection while panting.
In front of him stood a large muscular body, one meter and ninety centimeters tall instead of his thin and short body, what the hell… Scott whispered in fear.
Then he screamed in pain when he felt something coming out of his mouth.
Aaaahhhhh!!!.
Scott screamed in terror and watched in horror as his teeth broke again, then four large fangs protruded, along with his teeth changing and becoming sharper.
Aaaahhhhh!!.
Scott screamed in terror, then opened his mouth in pain and looked at his sharp fangs in horror.
Then Scott’s jaw bulged inward and outward.
KRRRAAAK!!.
Aaaahhhhh!!!.
Scott screamed in severe pain, then saw with his own eyes the thickness of his jaw changing and large muscles bulging on his face, and his brow bones enlarging as well.
Scott panted in pain, then felt something thick growing on the sides of his face.
Scott looked at himself again and found large sideburns on both sides of his face, and his nose became wider and more inward, and his nostrils widened, and he saw his ears elongating and becoming pointed.
“What is happening to me?!”
Scott screamed in fear, then saw his eyes glowing golden yellow.
Scott stepped back away from the mirror and opened the shower curtain and sat inside it, then turned on the cold water and sat under it while his knees were pressed to his chest.
“You are cursed, Scott… you will transform at the full moon.”
Stiles’ voice rang again in his head.
“Stiles was right, Scott” whispered in fear and tension, then the face of a dark man appeared and his eyes glowed blue, and he saw other red eyes leave when they met Derek’s eyes.
“Derek!!, Derek Hale is the one who bit me!!.”
Scott shouted in anger as his memories returned to him of the day he was sleepwalking.
Scott felt pain in his nails and fingers and raised them in front of him with a terrified expression and saw long claws slowly emerging from his hands.
Aaaahhhhh!!.
Scott screamed in pain and terror and closed his eyes under the water.
[ From Stiles’ point of view ]
Screech
The car stopped suddenly with the sound of screeching tires, leaving black marks on Scott’s grass.
I jumped out of the jeep and rushed to the house, not caring about the lights being on or the engine running out of fuel.
My mind was busy thinking of different scenarios, preparing for the possibility of taking Scott to the hospital immediately.
“Scott!” I shouted as I climbed the stairs, my heart pounding hard with tension and worry, with a hint of anticipation.
I couldn’t ignore the fact that he was a werewolf.
I stopped walking when I stood in front of his closed bedroom door.
I blinked and shouted his name again, and knocked on the door.
Closed doors had never stopped me from entering his room before.
I reached for the handle and turned it, but suddenly, I was pushed back from the other side.
“Stiles.” I heard Scott’s groaning voice from behind the door.
“Scott?! Scott, are you okay?!” I shouted, pushing my body against the door, trying to force it open.
Scott pushed back as well.
“No.” he muttered.
I said while breathing heavily: “Scott, let me in. I can help.” But I suddenly held my nose when a strong wet dog smell filled it.
I stared, trying to locate the source of the smell coming from a small gap in the door.
“No, no!” he shouted.
“Listen to me, you have to find Allison.”
“Uh…” I stuttered, the dog smell getting stronger with every moment.
I shook my head trying to get out of this state.
“Why?! Scott! There are more important things than that right now!”
“No, you don’t understand!” he shouted.
“Scott, let me in!” I couldn’t hold back my tension anymore, so I pushed with all my strength.
The door finally burst open with a loud bang, and Scott stumbled backward from the shock.
I almost fell when the door opened, but I quickly regained my balance.
And as I looked up, I saw an extremely astonishing sight, something that seemed like it could only happen in imagination.
The window was open, and the full moon shone in the horizon.
In front of me stood Scott’s figure, his hair dripping water, his ears long like a dwarf’s ears, drool dripping from his mouth, and his teeth sharp like a dog’s fangs.
A strange beard grew from his lower jaw, and his nose looked sharper than Dobby’s nose from Harry Potter.
But what caught my attention the most were his glowing golden eyes.
“Oh my god… you transformed!” I muttered.
“I think I know who it is.” he muttered while hiding in the shadows.
“Scott—” I tried to approach him, but he raised his hand, his nails curved like claws, stopping me in my place.
“It’s Derek. Derek Hale is the werewolf.”
My eyes widened as everything suddenly connected in my mind.
“Oh my god!” I shouted, and Scott turned to me.
“What?” he asked, his chest rising and falling as if he was struggling to breathe.
“I saw Derek dropping Allison off after she left the party! What if he went to her to threaten you, to threaten us?”
“Grrrroooooor!”
Scott suddenly roared and ran toward the window, then jumped outside.
“Scott!” I shouted as I reached my hand toward him.
I looked out the window, hoping to see Scott bleeding or limping, but instead، I saw him running on all fours like a dog toward the forest.
“What the hell?” I muttered.
Then I suddenly realized that Allison might be in life-threatening danger.
“Damn!” I cursed my overactive mind and rushed out of the room, to my jeep, pressed the gas pedal hard, then turned immediately.
[ Meanwhile with Stefan ]
Stefan ran quickly and entered his house.
“What’s wrong, Uncle Stefan?!” Zak asked in terror at Stefan’s urgent expression.
Stefan quickly ran upstairs to his room, then turned to Zak who followed him and said, “someone else was attacked, Zak, and it wasn’t me.”
“What?! How is that possible?!” Zak shouted in shock.
Stefan looked at him and said, “I don’t know, but there is someone else in this town feeding on humans, there is another vampire besides me!”
Stefan answered in a frantic tone while looking around, he had hoped it wouldn’t be what he was thinking.
Caw!!
Stefan heard the sound of a crow and froze in place, then turned to his balcony and saw a black crow flying through it and landing on the roof of his room.
Stefan slowly turned again to his balcony and saw a man dressed in black, handsome, with long black hair and gray-blue eyes.
Stefan’s pupils shrank and he stared angrily.
Zak stepped back several steps in fear when he recognized the person.
Stefan looked angrily at the man and said, “Damon.”
Damon smiled mockingly and said, “hello, brother.”
[ Meanwhile with Scott ]
Scott ran with force and anger on all fours like a ferocious animal toward the forest, following Allison’s familiar scent.
With his new heightened senses.
Scott growled angrily when he saw a car parked at the preserve entrance, if he wasn’t mistaken it was Derek’s because his scent filled it, and Allison’s scent was also stuck to the car.
Scott jumped over Derek’s car, parked right in front of the entrance sign, looked inside to see that neither Allison nor Derek were there, before heading into the forest.
[ Meanwhile with Stiles ]
Stiles had just arrived at the Argent house and rushed immediately from the jeep toward the front door, where he rang the doorbell frantically while muttering unintelligible words.
“Come on… come on… come on…”
Stiles said quickly and nervously.
Allison’s mother, Victoria Argent, opened the front door to find Stiles in a dazed state at the doorstep.
Stiles wasted no time trying to figure out what was going on with Allison.
Stiles said nervously, “hello Mrs. Argent.
Umm— you have no idea who I am.
I’m your daughter’s friend.
Umm, listen, this is going to sound a little weird, umm… very weird actually.
You know what?
The word “weird” doesn’t even describe it…”
Victoria looked at Stiles as if he was stupid before turning and shouting as she went up the stairs
“Allison! It’s for you.”
“Coming mom!”
Allison shouted from her room, then slowly came down the stairs.
Allison’s eyes fell on Stiles, then she frowned and said in confusion, “Stiles? What are you doing here?”
Allison looked completely fine, even though she was no longer wearing her black jacket.
Stiles stared at her in shock seeing her and didn’t know what to say.
In the Mystic Hills preserve, Scott continues running through the forest, tracking Allison’s scent until he reaches a clearing, then finds Allison’s jacket hanging on a tree branch.
Scott’s eyes widened and he whispered, “it was a trap!.”
Scott realized that he was following the scent of Allison’s clothes, not Allison herself.
And the person who put these clothes here could only be Derek.
“You took too long.”
Scott heard a mocking male voice, then turned in shock toward the source of the sound and saw Derek emerging from the shadows, staring at him mockingly.
Scott growled angrily and said, “where is she?”
Derek looked at him and said with disdain, “she’s safe… from you.”
Then without warning, Derek lunged at Scott and punched him hard in the face.
Aaaahhhhh!!.
Scott screamed in pain, then roared and grabbed Derek, causing them both to tumble down a small hill.
As soon as they reached the bottom of the hill, Derek pulled Scott to his feet and pinned him against a tree and headbutted him.
KRAAAK!!
Aaaahhhhh!!.
Scott’s nose broke immediately.
Scott clenched his teeth and said, “what did you do to her?”.
Derek looked at him coldly and said, “really? you’re being attacked by a werewolf and you’re thinking about someone else’s safety?”
“Werewolf? so you’re the one who bit me!” Scott roared angrily.
Derek placed his hand over his mouth and said, “shut up.” Then he looked around angrily and released Scott and shouted, “too late. They’re already here. Run!.”
Derek ran away leaving Scott and disappeared among the trees.
“What the…” Scott said in shock, then something fast passed in front of him and embedded itself into a tree trunk.
Scott looked at the object in fear and found… an arrow?.
Boom!!.
The arrow exploded and lit up the area brightly.
Aaaahhhhh!!!.
Scott screamed in pain and held his eyes.
Swoosh!!
All Scott heard was a sharp sound cutting through the air.
Then he felt something sharp and solid piercing his left forearm and pinning him to the tree.
Aaaahhhhh!!.
Scott screamed in hellish pain.
Suddenly, a group of three middle-aged men emerged from the shadows, their leader holding a crossbow aimed directly at Scott.
Derek frowned as he watched from afar.
Their leader looked coldly at Scott and said to his men, “take him.”
But before the hunters could move, Derek moved quickly and knocked down the two closest to him.
Aaaahhh!!.
The hunters screamed in pain and were thrown into the air.
“Who’s there?!”
Their leader shouted angrily and fired his arrow at Derek’s shadow.
Derek easily dodged the strike and lifted the two men he had knocked down and threw them forcefully toward their leader.
“Damn!.” The hunters’ leader cursed angrily and rolled on the ground, avoiding the flying bodies of his men.
Taking advantage of this distraction, Derek pulled the arrow from Scott’s arm, causing him to scream in pain.
“Aaaah!”
Scott screamed as tears streamed from his eyes.
Derek grabbed Scott and lifted him and said, “run!.”
Scott immediately ran despite the pain, and the two escaped quickly, and when the hunters’ leader finished checking on his men, he looked at the tree to find that Scott had already disappeared.
The hunters’ leader groaned angrily.
After Derek and Scott got far enough from the hunters to feel safe, Scott collapsed, having returned to his human form, onto his knees, recovering from the massive shock he experienced from transforming into a werewolf, believing Allison was in danger, and being shot by the hunters.
He looked at Derek with an angry, sad, and betrayed look and shouted in fear, “who were they?!”
Derek looked at him coldly and said, “hunters. The kind that have been hunting us for centuries.”
Scott stared angrily at Derek and said, “us? you mean yourself! you did this to me!”.
Derek smiled and said, “is it that bad, Scott? to see better? hear more clearly? move faster than any human dreams of? you’ve been given something most people wish they had. The bite is a gift.”
Scott shouted angrily, “I don’t want it!.”
Derek smiled mockingly and said, “you will. And you’ll need me if you want to learn how to control it.”
Derek placed his hand on Scott’s shoulder and said, “so you and me, Scott? we’re brothers now.”
Then Derek left the place indifferently, leaving Scott alone to process the events of this night.
In Stefan’s room.
The night air was heavy… as if something was about to explode.
Stefan exhaled slowly, as if tired.
“The crow is a bit much, don’t you think?”
Damon smiled and said in a smooth, mocking voice:
“Wait until you see what I can do with fog.”
Then Damon looked at Zak and waved his hand and said hello Zak, nice to see you.
Zak trembled in fear then said I will leave you to deal with him Uncle Stefan.
Then he ran out in fear.
Damon shook his head mockingly and said ah kids these days don’t know how to greet their elders properly.
Stefan examined him for a second, then said calmly:
“When did you get here?”
Damon’s eyes moved to him, as if evaluating him.
“Well, I couldn’t miss your first day at school. Your hair is different… I like it.”
No reaction.
Stefan’s face remained still.
“It’s been 15 years, Damon.”
Damon laughed lightly.
“Thank god. I can’t stand the nineties. That gloomy style? didn’t suit you. You improved.”
Silence.
The air changed—became heavier.
Stefan’s voice hardened:
“Why are you here?”
Damon tilted his head slightly.
“I miss my little brother.”
For a fleeting moment, something flashed in Stefan’s eyes… then disappeared.
He said coldly:
“You hate small towns. Boring. Nothing to do.”
Damon’s smile widened.
“I managed to keep myself… busy.”
Stefan stepped forward, just to show he wouldn’t back down.
“You left that girl alive tonight. That was reckless.”
Damon’s smile didn’t fade—but his eyes became sharper.
“Ah… that might be a problem.”
He paused.
“…for you.”
Silence stretched between them.
Stefan clenched his jaw.
“Why are you here now?”
Damon began circling him slowly, his steps quiet… calculated… predatory.
“I could ask you the same question,” he said casually.
“But I think your answer is very simple.”
He stopped directly behind Stefan’s shoulder.
“…Elena.”
The name hit differently.
Stefan’s body stiffened for a single moment.
Damon noticed it.
Of course he did.
“I’m impressed,” Damon continued thoughtfully.
“Elena… an exact replica of Katherine.”
He got closer.
“Does it work for you, Stefan? being around her… living in her world? does it make you feel alive?”
Stefan turned quickly, his eyes darker.
“She’s not Katherine.”
Damon hummed softly.
“Let’s hope so. We both know how that ended.”
He stepped closer.
Too close.
“Tell me… when was the last time you felt something stronger than a squirrel?”
That was enough.
Stefan’s expression tightened.
“I know what you’re doing. It won’t work.”
Damon smiled slowly.
“Really?”
Suddenly—
He moved.
Fast.
A sharp strike—his fist slammed into Stefan’s face with violent force.
Thud!.
The impact echoed in the silence.
Stefan staggered back, his shoe scraping the wooden floor, his head turning to the side—but he didn’t fall.
“Stop.”
Damon didn’t stop.
Another hit—this time to the ribs.
Harder.
Stefan groaned, the air forced out of his lungs, bending slightly before regaining balance.
Damon said with excitement:
“Let’s do this.”
“Together.”
A strong shove—Stefan slammed into the wall behind him, the wood cracking from the impact.
“I saw two girls there,” Damon continued as if they weren’t fighting.
Then lowered his voice:
“Or better…”
He got inches away from his face.
“Let’s go straight to Elena.”
Stefan’s eyes ignited—real anger this time.
Dangerous.
“Stop!”
Damon smiled—the name hit its target.
“Imagine the taste of her blood.”
Everything slowed for a moment.
Stefan froze… for just a second.
And in that moment…
Something broke inside him.
His breathing changed.
His eyes darkened.
The hunger rose—sharp, violent, undeniable.
Damon watched in fascination.
“I can,” he whispered.
“I said—stop!”
Stefan exploded.
He lunged forward with force, slamming into Damon, sending them both crashing through the window.
Boom!!.
Kraaak!!.
Glass shattered in all directions.
They hit the ground hard—Damon rolled with the impact, while Stefan was directly on top of him.
Aaaahhhhh!!.
Stefan roared in anger and threw a punch—then another—violent, uncontrolled.
For a moment… he had the upper hand.
Damon took the hits—then smiled.
And disappeared.
Stefan’s fist hit the air.
He lifted his head, breathing heavily, his eyes searching—
Nothing.
Then—
“I’m impressed.”
Stefan turned quickly.
Damon was standing a few steps away, as if nothing happened.
Completely unharmed.
“I give it a six out of ten,” Damon said casually.
“Lacks style… but the facial expressions? were great.”
Stefan’s chest rose and fell rapidly.
Anger.
Frustration.
Something deeper.
He said in a low voice:
“You know… everything is a game to you, isn’t it? but wherever you go… people die.”
Damon shrugged.
“That’s a given.”
Stefan stepped forward again.
“Not here.”
His voice steadied.
Became stronger.
“I won’t allow it.”
Damon’s smile returned—slow, dangerous.
“I consider that an invitation.”
For a moment… Stefan’s expression cracked—not anger this time.
Something closer to exhaustion.
“Damon… please,” he said quietly.
“After all these years… can’t we stop?”
Damon’s face froze.
Instantly.
“I promised you an eternity of misery.”
He moved again—faster than before.
His hand shot out, grabbing Stefan by the neck, lifting him slightly off the ground before slamming him hard against the garage behind him.
Boom!.
The metal cracked.
Dust fell.
Stefan gasped, pain surging through his body while Damon held him effortlessly.
Damon said in a low, terrifying voice:
“You should have known…”
“…that you’re not stronger than me.”
His grip tightened slightly.
“You lost that battle the moment you stopped feeding on humans.”
A moment of silence.
“I won’t make that mistake again.”
Stefan tried to resist, grabbing Damon’s wrist—but it didn’t move.
Pain flared through his body…
Damon smiled arrogantly then released Stefan and said “we are going to have fun, Stefan”.
Then he turned and vanished in the blink of an eye.
Stefan was looking at him while holding his neck in pain.
First the mysterious alpha who bit Scott, then the appearance of Derek Hale, and now Damon.
Stefan whispered to himself in pain then trembled and said “what the hell is happening?”.
For some reason, Stefan felt that things were going to get very bad in Mystic Hills, and this chaotic night was only the beginning.
Meanwhile at the edge of the forest, Scott sat on a cracked tree trunk, breathing heavily, every muscle in his body still tense from the recent transformation.
He stared into the shadows, trying to distinguish between reality and illusion.
Scott’s mind struggled to comprehend the events of this night, his transformation into a werewolf, his confrontation with Derek, the appearance of the hunters, everything he had endured in this cursed night.
At first, everything was fine, a date with a beautiful French girl, a party, dancing, but everything turned to hell in just one moment.
The full moon.
Suddenly—
He felt it again.
He felt an intense, familiar burning wave spreading from his chest to his arms and legs.
Scott’s vision blurred slightly.
He placed his hand on his stomach, breathing rapidly.
Every heartbeat thundered painfully in his ears.
He stumbled slightly.
Then looked up to see the full moon above his head.
Its pale light seemed to press on his skin, amplifying the strange, burning sensation inside him. The source of this chapter is g.com.
And here he realized one thing this night… it wasn’t over yet.
The full moon’s effect was still present.
“No… no… not again!!” Scott whispered in panic and fear.
Aaaaaaah!!!, aaaaaaah!!
Suddenly, Scott screamed in pain, then fell to his knees on the ground.
Scott’s back moved side to side, then…
Craaaack!!
His bones broke, then grew larger again.
Aaaaaaah!!!
Scott screamed from excruciating pain, then stood quickly, stumbling.
Scott felt his muscles stretch and his body grow heavier.
Aaaaaaah!!
Scott screamed in pain and grabbed a nearby tree trunk.
He looked at the full moon, tears flowing from his eyes.
“The moon is full tonight, Scott! Don’t you understand?!”.
His friend Stiles’ voice rang in his head again.
Then he screamed in pain as he felt his fangs growing from his mouth again.
Aaaaaaah!!!
Scott screamed in terror, felt his teeth break again, then four large fangs appeared, and his teeth changed, becoming sharper.
Aaaaaaah!!
Scott screamed in terror, then opened his mouth painfully and touched his fangs in fear.
“I know I sound crazy, but what if I’m right? If I’m right, that means you might hurt people. People you love, like your mother! Do you want to hurt your mother, Scott?!”.
Scott knelt on the ground forcefully, panting, then shook his head in fear, saying “no, no no!!”.
Then Scott’s jaw moved in and out.
Craaaack!!
Aaaaaaah!!!
Scott screamed in intense pain, then felt how the thickness of his jaw and the large muscles in his face changed, his brow bones enlarged.
Scott panted in pain, then felt something thick growing on the sides of his face.
Scott raised his hand trembling and touched the long, wild hair on his cheek.
“I’m just trying to help you, Scott! Don’t you understand?!”.
His friend’s voice rang in his head again.
“Stiles.”
Scott whispered in pain and regret, wishing he had listened to his friend.
Kill them all!!, destroy them all!!, tear their limbs one by one!!.
Scott heard cold whispers in his mind and felt a strong urge to tear the throat of any creature in front of him.
Scott’s eyes widened in fear and he said “no! What am I thinking?!!”.
Scott stood quickly and grabbed his head with both hands in pain, shaking it side to side, then knelt on the ground, panting in pain.
“It’s not just that the moon will cause physical changes, it will also determine when your thirst for blood peaks.”
His friend’s warning rang in his head immediately.
Scott’s eyes widened in terror and he whispered, “thirst… for blood”.
Then he closed his eyes in pain as he felt his ears stretch and his long claws come out of his hands.
Scott opened his eyes, his eyes glowing deep golden, and looked at the full moon again.
“You’re cursed, Scott.”
These were the last words he remembered in his head before his vision turned red and he lost his mind.
Scott slowly stood, breathing heavily, looking around left and right while sniffing the air for prey.
Scott’s head turned west when he smelled a man.
Alone… near the coast… isolated.
Scott smiled savagely, then dashed on all fours at a blurry speed invisible to the naked eye.
Aarrrraaaahhhhh!!!!.
Scott roared with primitive, furious anger, shaking the trees with the power of his roar.
[Henry Tate’s Point of View]
I was sitting at the table, carefully fixing my rifle, the sounds of metal rust echoing faintly in my isolated cabin on the edge of the coast.
The night was eerily quiet, dampness seeping through the windows, wind whipping the trees outside.
Everything seemed normal… until I heard the sound of breaking glass.
Craaaack!!
My heart froze in an instant.
A piece had fallen from my window, then shadows moved in the faint light.
I slowly raised my rifle, my hands trembling, my eyes searching for the source of the sound.
I didn’t see anything immediately… then an image appeared before me that I would never have believed.
Something huge… huge… human-like, but not.
Its muscles were frighteningly full, its skin taut, and every movement radiated brutal strength.
Its eyes glowed golden under the moonlight, and sharp teeth glistened in the dark, its mouth open in an unforgettable roar.
“Wha… what is that?” I whispered, my voice barely a murmur.
I tried to lift my rifle, but my legs shook, every part of me screaming: run!.
Aarrrrrr!!
The beast, or whatever it was, began approaching.
Its growl hit my ears, the ground shaking under its heavy weight.
Aarrrraaaahhhhh!!!
The creature roared in anger, then immediately lunged toward me.
“Damn!!”.
I cursed in anger, then fired my rifle forcefully.
Boom!!
Boom!!
Boom!!
The bullet hit its body, blood splattering, but it didn’t move and reached me in one second.
Craaaack!!
Then I heard the sound of breaking bones, as if something shattered instantly, and I felt indescribable pain spread through my right hand.
Aaaaaaahhhhh!!
I screamed in pain and fell to the ground.
And the beast was directly above me, growling mercilessly.
I couldn’t distinguish fear from anger.
I fired another shot at it with my trembling left hand, the rifle’s deafening sound echoing in the cabin corners.
But the bullet didn’t slow it down, I didn’t even realize it was moving faster than any human.
Everything seemed to slow around me, as if time itself had recoiled in fear.
Then…
Boom!
Craaaack!!
All I heard was the sound of the rifle shattering, metal and wood breaking, and gunpowder exploding.
“No!! No!! Get away!!” I screamed in terror and crawled backward while looking at it in fear.
The beast roared madly and came closer.
I could now see its wild hands, long claws, bulging muscles.
I felt my heart would stop.
I had never seen anything like this in my life.
I didn’t know if it was alive or a demon, I just knew death was very close if I didn’t act.
Then something unexpected happened.
Boom!
Arrrr!!
The door of my cabin broke at its hinge out of nowhere.
A wild coyote appeared at the door, I don’t know where it came from.
It stood for a moment, looked at the beast… then attacked it without hesitation.
Aarrrraaaahhhhh!!
The beast screamed again, this time in pain as the coyote clung to its arm.
Aaaaaaahhhhh!!
Craaaack!!
The roar pierced the night, the sound of breaking bones and tearing flesh grew louder with the movement of the beast and coyote together.
The coyote’s intervention was sudden, strange, but distracted the beast enough.
The coyote grabbed the beast by the neck with fierce savagery I had never seen, and the beast screamed with every wild blow it threw while the coyote held it by its leg and tail on the other side of the cabin.
Boom!!
The wall of my precious house exploded as the beast hit it, then the coyote jumped behind it angrily.
I gritted my teeth in anger, then stood unsteadily and pulled a small pistol from the drawer.
Aarrrraaaahhhhh!!
Arrrrrr!!
I heard roaring again and saw a black shadow flying near me, hitting the wall next to me.
Boom!!
The wall exploded violently, and the coyote who defended me was laying there, emitting pained sounds.
Then I looked in the direction the coyote had flown and saw the beast’s human form emerging from the shadows angrily, a terrifying smile on its massive fangs while its golden eyes glowed fiercely in the dim darkness.
What the hell… I whispered in shock, then raised my gun and fired without hesitation.
Boom!!
Boom!!
Boom!!
I fired three rapid shots at its chest.
The bullets hit its bony torso with force, blood exploded from its chest, but it wasn’t affected and remained standing, tilting its head slightly, looking at me with sick amusement.
I fired my pistol again, but it wasn’t effective, I was just trying to stay alive.
Finally, after emptying my magazine, the beast roared angrily and approached me.
Aaaaaaahhhhh!!
I screamed in terror and found myself flying onto my cabin ceiling, then fell hard on my face.
Craaaack!!!
Aaaaaaahhhhh!!!
I screamed loudly as I felt my knee break.
I slowly opened my eyes in pain and looked at myself.
The beast had injured my arms and legs, the pain sharp and intense.
My blood scattered on the ground and wood.
I felt trembling, weakness… then the strange coyote jumped in front of me, growling violently, preventing the beast from reaching me.
It was completely strange, I didn’t know who it was, or why it intervened, but it saved me from a moment where I would have lost my life.
The beast roared violently and charged again.
Aarrrraaaahhhhh!!
The beast roared in anger and swung its claws.
The coyote disappeared in a blur of speed and appeared on the beast’s back, biting its shoulder forcefully.
Aaaaaaahhhhh!!
The beast screamed in pain and tried to grab the coyote and pull it off, but it was useless, as the small coyote moved lightly under its blows and tore the beast to pieces.
Aaaaaaahhhhh!!
The beast screamed in anger and pain, and before it could react, the coyote grabbed its leg and threw it to the end of the corridor.
Boom!!
The beast hit the wall forcefully and fell to the ground in a pool of its blood, but it quickly stood and looked at the coyote with fear I didn’t expect it could show.
Aarrrraaaahhhhh!!.
This time the coyote stood in front of me and roared violently, warning that another step means the beast’s death.
The beast looked at the coyote with hatred, then slowly retreated, and its human body seemed to slip back under the full moon, while the coyote stood in front of me, staring into the shadows and turning toward me.
I gasped in shock when I saw the coyote’s eyes glow.
The glow wasn’t yellow-golden like the beast but icy sky-blue.
The coyote looked at me with slight concern, then took my phone from the table and did something that made me stare wide-eyed.
The coyote pressed three numbers with its nose.
911.
Then pressed the green call button and stood looking at me with a slightly sad expression before disappearing with the same mysterious speed it appeared with.
I was still trembling, my breaths fast, my eyes watching the place everything disappeared from.
The cabin was now silent, but my heart hadn’t stopped pounding.
“What… was that?” I muttered, my voice shaking, realizing I had just witnessed something not of this world, and I didn’t know if I would live to tell it…
911, what is your emergency?
And the policewoman’s voice was the last thing I heard before I screamed in pain and said, please… help me!!
Then the world went dark around me.
[End of Point of View]
The night was drenched in strange silence, and the dense forest surrounded everything, as if nurturing pain and danger.
Among the trees, Scott in his massive form moved with difficulty, his body covered in wounds and scratches, blood bleeding from his arms and back, some ribs fractured, muscles trembling with every step.
The broken leaves under his feet made sharp sounds, as if the forest itself ached with him.
Suddenly, he reached the edge of a cliff, stumbled, and fell among the trees.
His body hit the solid branches, which cut his torn skin, blood pouring onto the ground.
But he didn’t stop.
He raised his head, and the sounds of his heavy breathing mixed with his painful roar, a roar tearing the night, carrying pain, anger, and confusion together:
“Aaaaaaah!!!”
His voice echoed between the trees, shaking hearts with its intensity, reflecting the terror felt by anyone watching from afar.
Then the transformation began.
His massive body gradually shrank, muscles separated from the monstrous bulk, bones returned to normal size, claws retracted, long teeth disappeared, and the blood covering him merged with his human body.
Every movement caused him pain, every part of his body creaked internally, as if bones were breaking and healing simultaneously.
When he settled on the ground, he was covered in many wounds: long scratches on his back, blood running on his chest and arms, bruises on his legs, and his limbs trembled uncontrollably.
He stood up with difficulty, in pain, every heavy breath leaving his mouth full of agony.
Finally, he fell to the ground unconscious, his human body shaking from exhaustion, while the forest around him was silent except for whispers of the wind and torn leaves.
And in the shadows, two red eyes glowed between the trees, fixed, watching every movement.
They did not leave him, following every heartbeat and every ragged breath, waiting, as if judging his fate before deciding to move.
And in the sky, the full moon cast its pale light on Scott’s slumped body in silence.