The Bite of Fate

Chapter 1: The Bite of Fate

Beacon Hills had always been a quiet town, at least on the surface. But beneath the tranquil façade, darkness lurked—waiting. Scott McCall, an ordinary high school sophomore, had no clue that this darkness would soon pull him into its depths, changing his life forever.

Scott was getting ready for another uneventful school day when his best friend, Stiles Stilinski, barged into his room with his usual frantic energy.

"Scott! You need to hear this!" Stiles shouted, breathless as he waved his phone around. "There's been a murder in the woods! They found half a body, dude—half!"

Scott looked up from tying his shoes, barely awake. "Seriously, Stiles? Half a body? That's what's got you all worked up?"

"Yes! We need to check it out. Come on, man. Think about it—what if it's something supernatural?" Stiles' eyes were wide, excitement spilling out of him like always when something weird happened in Beacon Hills.

"Supernatural? Really?" Scott groaned, shaking his head. "It's probably just some wild animal."

"Exactly! Which is why we have to investigate. Look, we'll just sneak out tonight, check out the crime scene, and we'll be back before anyone notices." Stiles' grin was infectious, but Scott had his doubts. Still, the idea of breaking up the monotony of school life was appealing.

"Fine. But only for a little while, alright? I don't want to get caught."

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That night, Scott and Stiles headed to the woods, flashlights in hand. The dense trees loomed over them, casting eerie shadows under the full moon. The air was thick with tension, and Scott could feel his heart racing for reasons he didn't quite understand.

"This is the spot," Stiles whispered, pointing to a cordoned-off area surrounded by police tape. "This is where they found the body."

"Great," Scott muttered under his breath, already regretting agreeing to come. But something felt strange. He couldn't put his finger on it, but the air around him buzzed with a strange energy. His senses felt heightened, sharper.

Suddenly, the bushes rustled nearby. Scott whipped his head around, his flashlight scanning the trees. "Did you hear that?"

Stiles shrugged. "It's the woods, Scott. There are always weird noises."

But Scott knew better. The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end, and a chill ran down his spine. There was something—someone—out there. Before he could say anything more, something large and fast lunged out of the darkness.

A massive figure knocked Scott to the ground. Pain seared through his body as he felt sharp fangs sink into his side, tearing through flesh. His scream echoed through the woods, and Stiles shouted his name in horror. The creature, a monstrous wolf-like beast, growled before vanishing into the night.

"Scott! Are you okay?" Stiles rushed over, his face pale with fear as he helped his friend sit up.

Scott groaned, clutching his side where the creature had bitten him. The pain was unbearable, but as quickly as it had come, it started to fade. "I… I think I'm okay."

"Okay? You were just attacked by a freaking monster!" Stiles exclaimed, his eyes wide in disbelief. "We need to get you to a hospital, like, right now."

Scott shook his head. "No, it's… it's not that bad. I'll be fine."

But even as the words left his mouth, Scott knew something was wrong. His wound, deep and ragged just moments ago, was already starting to heal, the torn skin knitting itself back together in front of his and Stiles' eyes.

"What the hell?" Stiles whispered, backing away slightly. "That's… not normal."

Scott stared at his side, panic rising in his chest. "No… it's not."

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The next morning, Scott woke up drenched in sweat. His mind was still reeling from the events of the previous night. He reached down to his side, expecting to feel the wound left by the creature's bite, but there was nothing—no scar, no pain. It was like it had never happened.

But something else was different. As he climbed out of bed, he realized his senses were heightened—almost unnaturally so. He could hear the faintest of sounds, from birds chirping outside to his mother's light footsteps downstairs. The smell of breakfast—eggs, toast, and coffee—hit his nose with startling clarity. And when he looked at himself in the mirror, his reflection seemed… sharper, clearer.

"What's happening to me?" Scott muttered, running his fingers through his hair. As he stared at his reflection, his eyes briefly flashed a deep, unnatural gold. He jumped back, heart pounding in his chest.

Was he hallucinating? Or had something really changed?

At school, things got worse. As Scott walked through the crowded halls, the sound of every conversation hit his ears all at once, overwhelming him. The smell of sweat, perfume, and lunch filled his nostrils, making him dizzy. He felt an almost primal urge take over him—an urge to run, to hunt. He clenched his fists, struggling to keep control.

"Scott, dude, are you okay?" Stiles asked, noticing his friend's tense expression as they walked through the halls together.

"I don't know," Scott admitted. "Ever since last night, everything's different. My senses, my strength… it's like I'm not myself anymore."

Stiles frowned. "You think… maybe it has something to do with that bite?"

Before Scott could answer, his nose picked up a new scent—something intoxicating. His gaze shifted to a girl in the hallway, someone he didn't even know. The scent of her blood, a small cut on her hand, sent a strange hunger roaring through him. His vision blurred, and he could feel his control slipping.

"No!" Scott growled under his breath, forcing himself to turn away. He didn't understand what was happening to him, but whatever it was, it wasn't good.

He bolted for the bathroom, locking himself in one of the stalls. His heart pounded, and his breath came in short, ragged gasps. When he looked down at his hands, he saw his fingernails had elongated, turning into sharp claws.

"What the hell am I?" Scott whispered, horrified by the transformation. This wasn't just a normal werewolf bite—this was something darker, something more dangerous.

As Scott struggled to understand what was happening to him, an ancient force stirred deep within his blood. He didn't know it yet, but Scott McCall wasn't just an ordinary werewolf. His bite had awakened something more—something tied to an ancient lineage of hybrids, half-werewolf and half-vampire, with the powers of both but cursed with the hunger of the vampire.

Scott McCall was becoming a hybrid.

And this was only the beginning.