Trevor and Allison arrived at school quickly and headed to class.
Throughout the morning, Trevor could barely focus. His mind was elsewhere—locked onto what he knew was unfolding.
The story of Teen Wolf was happening right now.
And he was inside it.
The real question was how to act.
If he wanted to take full advantage of what was coming, he would need to earn everyone's trust. But if he revealed too much too soon, he could alter the course of events. That didn't frighten him—he trusted his own abilities—but it still required caution.
Inside his bag, the Vampire Killer vibrated more intensely than usual.
At that moment, Jackson walked into the classroom looking strange, one hand pressed to the back of his neck. His jacket hid most of it, but Trevor caught a glimpse of thin lines of blood.
He recognized the scene immediately.
If he remembered correctly, this was Derek's doing—poisoned and desperate. Still, Jackson wouldn't turn because of this.
Not yet.
The bell rang suddenly, snapping Trevor from his thoughts. The day had passed far too quickly.
He met Allison in the parking lot, greeted her, and got into the car.
"Hey. How was your day?" she asked.
"Normal. Went by too fast. What about yours?"
"It was great. Lydia and I were talking. She said if you want, she can introduce you to one of her friends. We could do a triple date."
Trevor blinked, caught off guard.
"Uh… I don't know. I'm not really looking to date anyone right now."
"That's fine. If you change your mind, I'll tell her."
"Deal."
She looked like she was about to say something else when she suddenly had to brake. The car in front of them had stopped abruptly. Trevor glanced out the window and saw a line of vehicles ahead—Stiles' Jeep was parked up the road.
"Looks like Stiles' car stopped. He and your boyfriend are talking to someone."
"He's not my boyfriend… yet," she replied, trying to hide her smile.
They both laughed.
"I'll go see what happened," Allison said, stepping out of the car.
Trevor watched from a distance but didn't try to listen in. When traffic started moving again, he slid into the driver's seat and turned the key in the ignition.
Allison was walking back when he pulled up beside her and rolled down the window.
"Hop in. I'll show you how to drive this beauty."
"You're not serious," she said, laughing.
"Oh, I am. Trust me."
Still amused, she got into the passenger seat.
"Do you even know how to drive?"
Trevor answered by flooring the accelerator.
The car shot forward smoothly, weaving cleanly between openings in traffic. With one hand, he switched the radio from pop to a more energetic rock track.
"Where did you learn to drive like that?" Allison asked, laughing.
"My grandfather taught me when I was little."
Within minutes, they reached her house.
"Next time we're running late, you're driving," she said.
Just then, Scott rolled up on his bike.
"How did you get here so fast?" Allison asked.
"Took a shortcut," Scott replied.
Trevor said nothing, but inwardly noted that werewolves and their ridiculous speed were always inconvenient.
He tossed the keys back to Allison. "See you later. Have fun studying."
Allison blushed faintly while Scott simply nodded.
Back home, Trevor took a shower and spent some time playing video games, trying to unwind before dinner.
On second thought, he'd been far too relaxed since arriving in town. Without Mr. Hans or his grandfather supervising him, he'd let his guard down.
He needed to train again.
Maybe start with morning runs.
That reminded him of the coyote woman—somewhere out in the Beacon Hills woods. He could start searching the trails. Light training, and progress toward his plan at the same time.
Later that evening, he headed to the Argent house for dinner.
Scott was still there when Trevor arrived, and everyone was already seated at the table.
"Good thing you showed up, kid. I was about to come drag you here myself," Chris said with a half-smile.
"Chris!" Victoria scolded.
"I'm kidding, honey."
"Glad you're here, Trevor. You won't believe it—Dad asked Scott the same beer question," Allison said.
Scott looked like a deer caught in headlights.
"Relax, Scott. Chris likes intimidating new visitors," Trevor said casually.
"Yeah… I noticed," Scott muttered.
Dinner went relatively smoothly, though Chris kept a watchful eye on Scott the entire time.
At the end of the night, just as Scott was about to leave, Kate called out:
"Scott, did you go through my things?"
"Are you serious?"
Chris approached silently while Kate kept pressing.
Until Allison, clearly irritated, cut in.
"He didn't take anything. I did."
She held up a condom she had taken from Kate's belongings.
When Scott realized what that meant, he broke into the widest grin Trevor had ever seen on him.
Scott left soon after. Allison, embarrassed, stormed upstairs and slammed her door.
The atmosphere turned heavy.
"I should probably head out too," Trevor said.
Before he could leave, Chris grabbed his shoulder and subtly pulled him aside into the living room.
"I need you to keep an eye on that boy. I want you looking after Allison when I'm not around."
"Easy there, overprotective dad. She's at the age where she's going to start—"
Chris squeezed his shoulder slightly.
"You'll look after her for me. Understood?"
Trevor decided it wasn't worth arguing.
"Understood."
"Good. Thank you, kid."
Later, at the veterinary clinic, Scott heard raised voices before he even stepped inside.
"Cut it."
"No. I am not cutting off your arm."
"Just cut it."
"Oh my God… fine."
The sound of a saw echoed through the room.
Scott rushed in to find Stiles holding the tool while Derek kept his arm extended with a makeshift tourniquet.
"Scott? Thank God you're here. I wasn't going to sleep tonight," Stiles said.
"What are you guys doing?" Scott asked.
"Did you bring it?" Derek demanded.
Scott pulled the bullet from his pocket and handed it over. Derek broke it open, poured the contents onto the table, burned it, then spread the ashes over the wound.
He roared in pain and collapsed to the floor.
Moments later, the black veins faded. The wound began to close.
"Yes! We did it!" Stiles celebrated.
"You okay?" Scott asked.
"Other than the unbearable pain?" Derek replied dryly.
"I think sarcasm is a sign of good health," Stiles said.
Derek ignored him. "How did you get the bullet?"
"I grabbed it from Allison's aunt's bag. I didn't think it would work—there were more people there than I expected—but it did."
"Who else was there?" Stiles asked.
"Trevor showed up for dinner. Looks like he was invited by Allison's parents."
Derek immediately stiffened.
"Who is that? Another Argent?"
"No. He just moved to town. I think he's a family friend. Trevor Belmont."
Stiles perked up. "Actually, I looked up his family and you are not going to believe this, Scott—"
Derek cut him off sharply.
"You need to stay away from him. Especially you, Scott."
"What? Why? You think he's a hunter? He could be like Allison—maybe he doesn't know anything."
"You have no idea what you're dealing with. You don't know what they're capable of."
"What do you mean?"
Derek then took Scott to see what remained of his uncle after the fire—a brutal reminder of what hunters could do.
What neither of them realized, however…
Was that there was more than one werewolf in that hospital.