Evening settled slowly over Beacon Hills.
The streets glowed under rows of orange streetlights while students began leaving Beacon Hills High School after practice and club activities.
For most people, it was just another normal night.
But in Beacon Hills, "normal" rarely lasted long.
Inside the school gym, Scott McCall finished putting away lacrosse gear.
His body still ached from Derek's training earlier in the forest.
Scott groaned quietly.
"I swear Derek enjoys beating me up."
Behind him, Stiles Stilinski leaned against a locker.
"Oh he definitely does."
Scott threw his gloves into his bag.
"I'm serious. That guy fights like a tank."
Stiles nodded dramatically.
"And the other one?"
Scott blinked.
"The other one?"
Stiles crossed his arms.
"You know… the mysterious Hellhound dude."
Scott sighed.
"Aiden?"
Stiles nodded.
"Yes! Aiden."
He leaned closer and whispered loudly.
"That guy scares me more than Derek."
Scott frowned slightly.
"He hasn't actually done anything bad."
Stiles pointed a finger.
"That's what makes it suspicious."
Scott rolled his eyes.
"You think everyone is suspicious."
Stiles thought about it.
"…Fair."
Scott grabbed his bag.
"Come on, let's go."
Outside the school parking lot—
Aiden Blackwell stood beside the fence, staring toward the forest in the distance.
His senses were calm tonight.
But something still felt… off.
The Alpha's presence earlier meant one thing.
Peter Hale was escalating his hunt.
Which meant more attacks would come soon.
Aiden's eyes flickered briefly with faint hellfire.
"I should find him before he finds another victim."
But before he could move—
A familiar voice spoke behind him.
"Aiden?"
He turned.
Standing a few feet away was Allison Argent.
She held a stack of books in her arms and looked slightly surprised to see him.
"I thought you already left."
Aiden smiled slightly.
"Just thinking."
Allison stepped closer.
"You always look like that."
Aiden raised an eyebrow.
"Like what?"
"Like you're observing everything."
Aiden chuckled.
"Maybe I am."
Allison laughed softly.
"That's a little creepy."
Before Aiden could respond—
His expression suddenly changed.
His Hellhound senses had detected something.
A scent.
Sharp.
Metallic.
And familiar.
Aiden's eyes narrowed slightly.
Hunters.
He looked toward the far side of the parking lot.
A black SUV was parked near the street.
Inside—
Two figures watched the school carefully.
Aiden recognized the scent instantly.
The Argent family.
Which meant one thing.
Allison's family had already begun investigating the Alpha attacks.
Aiden looked back at Allison.
"Your parents strict?"
Allison blinked at the random question.
"…Very."
Aiden nodded slowly.
"Figures."
Allison looked confused.
"What does that mean?"
Aiden was about to answer—
When suddenly—
A loud crash echoed from the street nearby.
Allison jumped slightly.
"What was that?"
Aiden's eyes sharpened.
The smell of blood hit his senses immediately.
Not far away.
Somewhere near the alley behind the school.
Aiden turned toward the sound.
"Stay here."
But Allison frowned.
"What? Why?"
Another scream echoed faintly.
Allison's eyes widened.
"That sounded like someone in trouble!"
Before Aiden could stop her—
She ran toward the alley.
Aiden sighed.
"Well… that complicates things."
He followed quickly.
The alley behind the school was dark and narrow.
Garbage bins lined the walls.
The air smelled of blood.
Aiden arrived first.
And what he saw confirmed his suspicion.
A young man lay on the ground, injured and unconscious.
Standing above him—
A large shadow moved.
Glowing red eyes appeared in the darkness.
Peter Hale.
The Alpha looked down at his victim calmly.
Then he looked up.
His grin widened.
"Well… the Hellhound returns."
Aiden stepped forward slowly.
"You really don't learn."
Peter chuckled.
"On the contrary."
His gaze shifted slightly behind Aiden.
"I learn very quickly."
Aiden sensed it instantly.
Allison had just reached the alley entrance.
Her eyes widened in shock.
"What—"
Before she could finish—
Peter moved.
His speed was terrifying.
A blur of motion rushed toward her.
Aiden reacted instantly.
Flames burst in his eyes.
In a single movement—
He appeared in front of Allison.
Peter's claws stopped inches from Aiden's chest.
The two predators stood face to face.
The air between them burned with tension.
Peter smiled slowly.
"Protecting humans now?"
Aiden's voice was calm.
"She's not part of your revenge."
Peter shrugged.
"Everyone in this town is."
Behind Aiden, Allison stared in shock.
Her mind struggled to understand what she was seeing.
Claws.
Red glowing eyes.
And flames in Aiden's gaze.
Aiden spoke quietly without looking back.
"Allison."
Her voice trembled.
"…Yeah?"
"Close your eyes."
"What?"
"Trust me."
For a moment—
She hesitated.
Then she closed them.
Instantly—
Hellfire erupted around Aiden.
The alley temperature skyrocketed.
Peter jumped back quickly.
His grin faded slightly.
"So that's your true power."
Aiden's voice turned colder.
"You should leave."
Peter studied him carefully.
Then laughed quietly.
"This town is becoming very entertaining."
He stepped backward slowly.
"But the game has only started."
With a final grin—
Peter disappeared into the darkness.
The alley fell silent again.
The flames around Aiden slowly faded.
Behind him—
Allison slowly opened her eyes.
She looked at him in disbelief.
"Aiden…"
Her voice was barely a whisper.
"What are you?"
Aiden turned toward her calmly.
The truth was now impossible to hide.
And tonight—
Allison Argent had just stepped into the supernatural world.