Howls in The Dark

In the heart of the Beacon Hills Preserve, the moonlight filtered through the trees, casting a silvery glow on the forest floor as Scott, now fully transformed, bounded through the underbrush. Every step was powerful, his senses heightened beyond human capability. He focused on the scent trail, following it with a singular purpose. Derek's scent was strong, mixed with the faint smell of danger that prickled at the back of his mind.

As he ran, branches whipped past him, and the world around him blurred into a dizzying rush of shadows and light. The thrill of the hunt surged within him, but it was accompanied by a nagging instinct that something wasn't right. He skidded to a halt as he entered a clearing, the moon illuminating the area in a ghostly light.

Emerging from the shadows, Derek stepped into view. Scott's instincts flared, and he glared at him, a low growl rumbling deep in his throat.

But before Scott could process what was happening, Derek lunged at him, tackling him to the ground. They tumbled down a slight hill, leaves crunching beneath them as they rolled, the world spinning in a chaotic dance. Once they reached the bottom, Derek swiftly pulled Scott to his feet, pinning him against a tree.

"Shh, quiet. Too late. They're already here. Run!" Derek urged, his voice urgent.

With a fierce look back, Derek took off into the shadows, leaving Scott momentarily stunned and confused. The warning rang in his ears, but it took a heartbeat for his instincts to kick in. Just as he began to process the situation, a flash-bang arrow soared past him, exploding in a blinding light. Scott squinted, disoriented, when another arrow suddenly shot through the air and struck his left forearm, pinning him painfully to the tree.

A surge of adrenaline flooded Scott's system, but it quickly gave way to panic as a group of three middle-aged male Hunters emerged from the darkness. The leader, a grizzled man with steely eyes and a crossbow aimed directly at Scott, stepped forward.

"Take him," Argent commanded, his voice cold and authoritative.

Before Scott could react, Derek burst back into the clearing, ready to fight. The atmosphere crackled with tension as the two sides faced off. The Hunters moved in, and Derek, relying on his agility, lunged at the nearest one. The sound of fists striking flesh filled the air as Scott tried to shake off the shock and join the fray.

One of the Hunters advanced on Scott, aiming to pin him down, but he sidestepped just in time, using his newfound strength to shove the man aside. The Hunter stumbled but quickly regained his footing, launching a strike at Scott that he barely avoided.

"Stay focused!" Derek shouted, taking down another Hunter with a swift kick to the gut.

The fight was chaotic yet controlled, with both Derek and Scott moving as one. Scott could feel the rush of power flowing through him, yet he was still overwhelmed by the transformation and the confusion surrounding it.

But just as it seemed the battle would escalate, a loud howl echoed through the forest, reverberating off the trees. It was a sound that froze everyone in place, momentarily stunning both Hunters and Werewolves alike. Taking advantage of the confusion, Derek grabbed Scott by the arm and shouted, "Run!"

They dashed into the woods, the sound of their feet pounding against the forest floor, the moonlight guiding their escape. After sprinting for what felt like an eternity, they finally stopped, the danger behind them. Scott fell to his knees, panting heavily, feeling the weight of the night pressing down on him. He clutched his arm where the arrow was still lodged, the pain mingling with the emotional turmoil churning inside him.

Scott looked up at Derek, fury and betrayal etched across his face. "Who were they?" he demanded, his voice hoarse.

"Hunters. The kind that have been hunting us for centuries," Derek replied, his tone serious.

"Us? You mean you! You did this to me!" Scott shot back, anger flaring in his chest. The betrayal felt like a knife twisting deeper.

"Is it really so bad, Scott? That you can see better? Hear more clearly? Move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something that most people would kill for. The Bite is a gift," Derek argued, his eyes fierce with conviction.

"I don't want it!" Scott yelled, frustration boiling over.

"You will. And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it," Derek insisted, placing a hand on Scott's shoulder, the gesture both reassuring and possessive.

"So you and me, Scott? We're brothers now," he added, a hint of sincerity breaking through the rough exterior.

With that, Derek turned and walked away, leaving Scott alone to process the whirlwind of events. As the moonlight bathed him in its glow, Scott felt the wolf awaken once more, this time more violently than before. As he was trying his hardest to control himself, a voice broke the silence," Scott..". and came Stiles running towards him