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The sunlight poured through the blinds of Scott McCall's room—bright, sharp, unforgiving.
Scott groaned and turned over, dragging the pillow over his face.
"Five more minutes…" he muttered.
But something felt off.
Not wrong.
Just… different.
He blinked his eyes open.
Sat up.
And immediately froze.
His body felt… light.
Not weak—no, the exact opposite.
Controlled.
Responsive.
Alive.
Scott swung his legs off the bed and stood. The moment his feet touched the floor, he felt it—strength coiled in his muscles like tightly wound springs. Lean. Defined. Not bulky, but built for speed.
"What… happened to me last night?" he whispered.
He flexed his fingers.
Every movement felt precise.
He could feel the air shift around them.
Then—
Sound hit him.
Birds outside.
Cars passing on a distant road.
A dog barking three houses away.
And beneath it all—
His heartbeat.
Loud.
Steady.
Like a drum in his chest.
"…Okay, that's new."
Scott grabbed the chair beside his desk.
Lifted it.
Easily.
"…Okay, that's REALLY new."
He tossed it aside without thinking. It hit the wall with a loud thud.
Scott stared.
"…Mom's gonna kill me."
He moved to the window.
Jumped—
And landed on the ledge in one smooth motion.
Silent.
Perfect.
Scott blinked.
"This is… incredible."
—
Meanwhile—
High above Beacon Hills, on a quiet ridge overlooking the town—
Arthur Corvinus stood still.
Watching.
His crimson eyes scanned the streets below while strands of snow-white hair shifted gently in the wind.
He wasn't looking at people.
He was watching patterns.
Movements.
Power.
The Hale family had begun moving.
Subtle.
Calculated.
Talia Hale's vision had always been clear.
Adapt or disappear.
Arthur's gaze shifted toward the hospital in the distance.
A key point.
Not just for humans.
For everything.
they bought Hospitals so that any supernatural injuries will be tend directly without the public knowing, Pharmaceutical companies, Private facilities All slowly falling under Hale influence.
Not greed.
Strategy.
Control.
Safe zones.
The hospital where Scott's mother worked—
One of their targets.
Arthur narrowed his eyes.
"The town is changing…"
His voice was quiet.
"…and I'm not ready."
A pause.
His jaw tightened slightly.
"I'm strong…"
"…but I'm alone."
—
By mid-morning, Beacon Hills High School buzzed with noise.
Lockers slammed while the other Students laughed.
Energy filled every hallway.
Inside homeroom—
Scott sat by the window, staring at his hand, Flexing it.
Unclenching.
Clenching again.
"…Okay, still weird," he muttered.
From behind him—
A voice whispered loudly.
"Dude."
Scott didn't turn.
"Dude."
He ignored it.
"DUDE."
Scott jumped slightly and turned around.
"What?!"
Stiles Stilinski leaned forward in his seat, eyes wide, scanning Scott like a detective who just found a clue.
"You look different."
Scott frowned.
"…Different how?"
Stiles squinted.
"Bigger."
Scott blinked.
"I am not bigger."
Stiles nodded seriously.
"No, no—you are. Like… subtly bigger. Like someone took regular Scott and upgraded him to premium Scott."
Scott rolled his eyes.
"I don't even know what that means."
Stiles leaned closer.
"Did you work out?"
"No."
"Protein shakes?"
"No."
"Steroids?"
"NO."
Stiles gasped dramatically.
"Oh my God. You got abducted by aliens."
Scott sighed.
"Stiles—"
"—and they enhanced you."
"I was not enhanced by aliens!"
Stiles crossed his arms.
"Then explain the glow-up."
Scott paused.
"…I think something did happen."
Stiles immediately leaned in again.
"I KNEW IT."
Scott lowered his voice.
"Last night… I don't remember everything."
Stiles' eyes widened even more.
"Amnesia. Classic side effect of alien experiments."
Scott groaned.
"Will you stop with the aliens?!"
"Fine," Stiles said, shrugging. "Werewolves then."
Scott froze.
"…What?"
Stiles blinked.
"…What?"
They stared at each other.
Then—
Stiles slowly leaned back.
"…Okay, that was a joke."
Scott laughed nervously.
"Yeah. Joke."
"…Totally a joke."
"Yeah."
"…Unless it's not?"
"Stiles."
"Okay, okay, dropping it."
A beat.
"…but if you start howling later, I'm recording it."
Scott shook his head.
"You're impossible."
"And yet," Stiles grinned, "I'm your best friend."
Before Scott could respond—
The classroom door opened.
Voices outside.
A girl arguing softly with an older man.
Scott turned instinctively.
And then—
He saw her.
Everything else faded.
The noise.
The room.
Even Stiles talking—
Gone.
She walked in.
Confident.
Calm.
Like she belonged.
Scott stared.
"…Whoa."
Stiles followed his gaze.
"…Oh."
"…Oh wow."
The girl stepped forward.
"Hi, I'm Allison Argent."
Her voice was clear.
Steady.
The class quieted slightly.
From the back—
One of the vampires muttered under his breath.
"Argents…"
"…They're here."
Scott frowned slightly.
'What are they talking about?'
Stiles whispered,
"Probably nothing."
Arthur, seated a few rows away, observed silently.
His crimson eyes flicked from Scott—
To Allison—
Then back again.
"…So it begins," he murmured under his breath.
Up ahead, Lydia Martin leaned toward a classmate.
"There's been a lot of transfers lately…"
She frowned slightly.
"…That's weird."
Scott didn't hear her.
He was still staring at Allison.
Stiles snapped his fingers in front of his face.
"Earth to Scott."
No response.
"Earth to lovestruck idiot."
Scott blinked.
"What?"
Stiles smirked.
"You're doing the thing."
"What thing?"
"The staring thing."
"I am not staring."
"You're absolutely staring."
Scott quickly looked away.
"I wasn't staring."
"Dude," Stiles whispered, "if you stare any harder, you're gonna burn a hole through her."
Scott rubbed the back of his neck.
"…She's just—"
"Pretty?" Stiles finished.
Scott nodded slowly.
"…Yeah."
Stiles leaned back.
"Okay, fair."
Then—
Allison walked down the aisle.
Scott froze slightly.
She stopped beside his desk.
"Is this seat taken?"
Scott blinked.
"…Uh—no."
Stiles immediately leaned over from the other side.
"Definitely not taken. Completely available. Premium seating, actually."
Scott shot him a look.
Allison laugh slightly.
"you're funny."
She sat down beside Scott.
Stiles leaned back in his chair, grinning.
"Wow. This is happening."
Scott whispered,
"Stop talking."
"I'm not talking," Stiles whispered loudly.
"You're whisper-yelling."
"Same thing."
Scott groaned.
Allison glanced between them, amused.
"You two always like this?"
Stiles answered instantly.
"Yes."
Scott sighed.
"…Unfortunately."
Allison laughed softly.
Scott froze again.
That sound—
Did something to him.
He couldn't explain it.
Didn't understand it.
But it felt important.
Across the room—
Arthur watched.
Silent.
The gears had started turning. New players. New power.
And at the center of it—
Scott McCall.
Arthur leaned back slightly.
"…The heroine has arrived."