Morning sunlight filtered through the tall trees surrounding the forest of Beacon Hills.
The quiet woods looked peaceful.
But beneath that calm surface, something far more dangerous existed.
Supernatural predators hunted here.
And today, one of them was being trained.
Inside a clearing, Scott McCall stood nervously while Derek Hale watched him carefully.
Scott rubbed the back of his neck.
"So… what exactly are we doing here?"
Derek crossed his arms.
"You need to learn control."
Scott frowned.
"Control over what?"
Derek stepped closer.
"Your instincts."
Scott sighed.
"I'm still trying to accept that I'm a werewolf."
Derek's expression remained serious.
"You don't have a choice."
The wind moved through the trees as silence filled the clearing.
Then Derek tossed a small silver knife onto the ground.
Scott blinked.
"…Why did you bring a knife?"
Derek's eyes hardened.
"Pick it up."
Scott hesitated.
"That seems like a bad idea."
Derek didn't respond.
After a moment, Scott slowly picked up the knife.
The moment his hand touched the metal—
Pain shot through his body.
"Ah!"
Scott dropped the knife immediately.
His palm burned as if it had touched fire.
Derek nodded.
"Silver weakens werewolves."
Scott stared at his hand.
"Great. So now metal hurts me."
"You need to understand your weaknesses."
Scott looked annoyed.
"I also need to understand why my life suddenly turned into a horror movie."
Before Derek could answer—
A voice came from behind the trees.
"Training already started?"
Both turned instantly.
Walking into the clearing calmly was Aiden Blackwell.
Scott blinked.
"Aiden?"
Derek frowned.
"I told you to stay away."
Aiden ignored him and looked at Scott.
"You look terrible."
Scott groaned.
"Thanks."
Aiden chuckled.
"You didn't control your transformation last night."
Scott sighed.
"I noticed."
Derek stepped forward.
"This doesn't concern you."
Aiden looked at him calmly.
"Actually, it does."
The temperature around them slowly began to rise.
Scott looked between the two nervously.
"Okay… I feel like you guys are about to fight."
Derek's voice turned cold.
"You shouldn't interfere with werewolves."
Aiden smirked slightly.
"Good thing I'm not one."
Scott blinked.
"Wait… what?"
Derek's eyes narrowed.
"You're not human either."
Aiden's eyes briefly flashed with faint orange flames.
Scott immediately noticed.
"…Your eyes did the thing again."
Aiden ignored the comment.
He looked back at Derek.
"Relax. I'm not here to start trouble."
Derek didn't believe him.
"You're hiding something."
Aiden shrugged.
"Everyone in this town is."
For a moment, silence returned.
Then Scott suddenly asked—
"So… if you're not a werewolf… what are you?"
Aiden paused.
The truth would definitely shock him.
But hiding it forever wasn't necessary either.
"I'm something called a Hellhound."
Scott blinked.
"…That sounds way cooler than werewolf."
"A Hellhound?"
Scott looked confused.
"You know what that is?"
Derek nodded slowly.
"They're rare."
Scott tilted his head.
"Rare how?"
Derek's voice became serious.
"They're supernatural guardians."
Scott looked impressed.
"Guardian of what?"
Aiden answered calmly.
"Balance."
Scott blinked again.
"So basically you're like supernatural police?"
Aiden laughed softly.
"Something like that."
Derek studied him carefully.
"If that's true… why are you here?"
Aiden looked toward the forest.
The wind carried distant scents through the air.
And among them—
A familiar one.
The scent of the Alpha.
Peter Hale.
Aiden's eyes narrowed slightly.
"Because something dangerous is hunting in this town."
Scott immediately became nervous.
"The thing that bit me?"
Aiden nodded.
"Yes."
Scott swallowed.
"So the Alpha… is still out there?"
Derek answered this time.
"Yes."
Scott's heart raced.
"And it could attack again?"
Derek looked directly at him.
"It will."
The clearing became quiet again.
Scott looked at the ground.
His life had changed too quickly.
Two weeks ago he was just a normal student worrying about lacrosse practice.
Now he was being hunted by an Alpha werewolf.
Scott exhaled slowly.
"…Okay."
Derek frowned.
"Okay?"
Scott nodded.
"If I'm stuck like this… I want to learn how to fight."
Derek looked slightly surprised.
Aiden smiled faintly.
"Good decision."
Scott looked at Derek.
"So… teach me."
Derek nodded.
"Fine."
He stepped back and gestured to the open space.
"Attack me."
Scott blinked.
"What?"
Derek crossed his arms.
"You said you wanted to learn."
Scott sighed.
"Alright…"
He stepped forward nervously.
Then suddenly lunged.
Derek dodged easily and pushed Scott to the ground.
Scott groaned.
"That was embarrassing."
Aiden laughed quietly.
"You telegraphed that attack."
Scott looked up.
"…Telegraphed?"
"You moved your shoulders before striking."
Scott sighed again.
"This is harder than it looks."
Derek helped him stand.
"Try again."
Scott attacked again.
This time faster.
But Derek still blocked easily.
Aiden watched carefully from the side.
Scott had potential.
But he lacked experience.
And discipline.
Which meant—
If the Alpha attacked him now…
Scott would lose.
Aiden's eyes darkened slightly.
Because somewhere in the forest—
Peter Hale was watching.
Planning.
Waiting.
The real hunt in Beacon Hills was only beginning.