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The road to Beacon Hills was quiet.
Too quiet.
Arthur Corvinus walked along the forest path with his hands in his pockets, kicking small stones as he went. Morning sunlight filtered through the trees, but the peaceful scenery did nothing to calm his mind.
"Alright… think."
He muttered to himself as he walked.
"Step one: I'm a reincarnated guy inside a supernatural TV series."
"Step two: I survived the Hale fire."
"Step three: I'm now running errands for an Alpha werewolf."
Arthur sighed heavily.
"Yep. My life is officially insane."
Still, there was one advantage he had.
Knowledge.
He knew the future events of the world of Teen Wolf.
Well…
Most of them.
He rubbed the back of his neck.
"Although the timeline is already messed up…"
The biggest change was obvious.
Talia Hale was alive.
In the original story, she had died in the Hale fire.
But now she survived.
Arthur kicked another stone down the road.
"That alone changes everything."
If Talia remained Alpha…
Then many future events might never happen.
Which meant Arthur's knowledge of the future could become useless. additionally Laura became a true alpha
"Fantastic."
After another ten minutes of walking, the forest slowly opened up.
A familiar small town appeared in the distance.
Beacon Hills.
Arthur crossed his arms as he stared at it.
"Well…"
"There it is."
The quiet California town where supernatural chaos happened every single year.
Werewolves.
Hunters.
Banshees.
Nogitsune.
Arthur shook his head.
"Seriously, how is this place not on national news?"
A few minutes later, Arthur entered the town.
The streets were calm.
Cars passed normally.
People walked along sidewalks.
No one had any idea a supernatural war had nearly happened just outside town the night before.
Arthur scratched his head.
"That's honestly impressive."
He followed the main road until a small veterinary clinic came into view.
The sign outside read:
Beacon Hills Animal Clinic
Arthur stopped in front of it.
"Well."
"This is it."
Inside that building worked the man who once served as emissary to the Hale pack.
The druid who understood the supernatural balance of Beacon Hills.
Arthur took a deep breath.
"Alright."
"Let's meet the wizard vet."
He pushed the door open.
A small bell chimed above the entrance.
Inside, the clinic smelled faintly of antiseptic and animal fur.
Several cages lined the wall, holding recovering animals.
Behind the front desk stood a calm, middle-aged man wearing a veterinarian coat.
He looked up immediately.
His eyes sharpened the moment he saw Arthur.
Arthur noticed it instantly.
Yeah… he knows something's wrong.
The man walked toward him calmly.
"You're not here for an animal."
Arthur blinked.
"Well… that was fast."
The man stopped in front of him.
His gaze was sharp but not hostile.
"You smell like smoke."
Arthur sighed.
"Yeah."
"That'll happen when your house burns down."
The man's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Hale territory."
Arthur raised an eyebrow.
"Wow."
"Supernatural Sherlock Holmes."
The man didn't smile.
"Where is the Alpha?"
Arthur rubbed the back of his neck.
"In the forest."
"Recovering."
The man went very still.
His voice dropped.
"Recovering…?"
Arthur nodded slowly.
"Hunters attacked the Hale house last night."
"drop a smoke of wolf weeds to weakened her"
"sprinkle some dust so She cant get out"
Silence filled the clinic.
The veterinarian's expression hardened.
"…Argents."
Arthur blinked.
"Yep."
"That's them."
The man turned away, walking toward a shelf filled with jars of herbs and powders.
His voice was calm, but anger lurked underneath.
"They broke the code."
Arthur leaned against the counter.
"That seems to be a theme lately."
The man grabbed a small wooden box and closed it carefully.
Then he turned back toward Arthur.
"My name is Alan Deaton."
Arthur raised a hand casually.
"Arthur Corvinus."
Deaton studied him closely.
"You're human."
Arthur nodded.
"Last time I checked."
Deaton frowned slightly.
"Then why are you with the Hale pack?"
Arthur shrugged.
"Long story."
Deaton crossed his arms.
"And yet you survived a werewolf pack massacre."
Arthur winced.
"When you say it like that, it sounds suspicious. im not the only human child who survived okay?"
Deaton didn't laugh.
Instead, he walked closer.
"You also smell like mountain ash."
Arthur froze.
Oh crap.
Deaton's eyes sharpened.
"Humans do not normally carry the scent of supernatural barriers."
Arthur raised both hands quickly.
"Okay, before this gets weird…"
"I'm just the messenger."
Deaton said nothing.
Arthur exhaled slowly.
"The Hale Alpha asked me to find you."
Deaton's expression changed slightly.
"how's her condition?"
Arthur nodded.
"Barely walking"
For the first time, Deaton's calm mask cracked.
Relief flickered across his face.
"That is… not a good news."
Arthur tilted his head.
"Really?"
"Because she seemed pretty poisoned."
Deaton grabbed his coat immediately.
"Then we do not have time to waste."
He moved toward the clinic door.
Arthur blinked.
"Oh."
"We're leaving already?"
Deaton nodded.
"Yes."
Arthur sighed dramatically.
"Of course."
"Why wouldn't my day get even more dangerous?"
Deaton paused beside him.
"You are not obligated to come."
Arthur looked toward the forest outside the town.
Where the Hale survivors were hiding.
Then he sighed again.
"Yeah…"
"I figured that."
He stepped outside.
"Well then."
Arthur stretched his arms.
"Let's go save a werewolf Alpha."
Behind him, the emissary of Beacon Hills locked the clinic door.
And together they headed back toward the forest.
Unaware that high on a nearby rooftop—
A pair of binoculars watched them.
The blonde woman lowered them slowly.
Her smile widened.
Kate Argent spoke quietly into her radio.
"Well well…"
"Looks like the druid is involved now."
Her finger tapped lightly against the trigger of her rifle.
"This hunt just got interesting."