Chapter 4: "A New Day, A New Scott"

**Chapter 4: "A New Day, A New Scott"**

Scott stepped out of the shower, droplets of water trailing down his toned body.

Dressing quickly in his usual casual attire—a simple hoodie and jeans—Scott felt lighter, more focused.

He stared at his reflection one last time, flexing his hands, watching his nails shift ever so slightly into claws before returning to normal.

"Time to get back to normal," Scott muttered to himself, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Whatever normal is now."

Grabbing his phone, Scott texted Stiles, knowing his best friend would be curious about what happened last night. 

**"Yo, can you pick me up? Ready to head out."**

He sat on the edge of his bed, drumming his fingers against his knees as he waited for Stiles to reply. Almost instantly, his phone buzzed. 

**"On my way. How's the wound? What bit you yesterday, dude?!"**

Scott chuckled to himself. Styles was his favorite character in Teen Wolf. Stiles had always been obsessed with mysteries and supernatural conspiracies, even though the rest of the world saw him as an overactive nerd with too much free time. But Scott was excited to finally meet the real him. 

When he heard the familiar honk of Stiles' Jeep pulling up outside, Scott grabbed his bag and headed downstairs. He paused at the front door, hesitating for just a moment. His life had changed overnight, and as he reached for the doorknob, he knew it was just the beginning. This wasn't just a regular day. This was the start of something much bigger.

He opened the door and walked out into the crisp morning air. 

"Let's go," Scott said with a grin as he slid into the passenger seat of the Jeep.

Stiles glanced over at him, his face a mixture of curiosity and concern. "Dude, seriously, what happened? You look… different."

Scott smirked. "I feel different."

Stiles frowned. "Okay, but what about the bite? What bit you last night? And don't give me that vague answer you gave me before."

Scott leaned back in his seat, letting out a low laugh. "Alright, alright. You want to know what bit me?" He paused for dramatic effect, watching Stiles' eyes widen with anticipation. "It was a wolf. A huge wolf."

Stiles blinked, his mouth opening slightly in disbelief. "What?" He shook his head as if trying to clear it. "Scott, dude, there haven't been wolves in California for, like, sixty years."

Scott shrugged, trying to keep a straight face. "Who knows? Maybe they're making a comeback."

Stiles shot him a sideways glance, his face twisted in skepticism. "You're messing with me, right? I'm serious! What really bit you?"

Scott fought the urge to laugh. The truth was just too unbelievable, even for someone like Stiles who loved the supernatural. But Scott also knew he couldn't spill the whole story right now. Not yet. He had to ease Stiles into this new reality.

"I'm telling you the truth, man," Scott said, turning to look out the window. "Maybe I just got lucky and ran into a werewolf."

Stiles let out an exasperated sigh, gripping the steering wheel tighter. "Great. That's just great. So, now what? Are you going to start growing fur and howling at the moon?"

Scott chuckled. "Maybe. Guess we'll find out."

Stiles grumbled something under his breath, clearly not satisfied with Scott's answer. He drummed his fingers nervously against the wheel as they drove, stealing quick glances at Scott every few seconds, as if expecting him to suddenly transform into a monster right there in the passenger seat. 

Scott leaned back, enjoying the ride. Despite the chaos swirling inside him—traveling to a new world, the new powers, the changes to his body, the knowledge that his life had taken a supernatural turn—he felt surprisingly at peace. His mind drifted back to his newfound abilities, and a thought crossed his mind.

"I need a car," Scott said out loud, breaking the silence.

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "What? Since when do you care about having a car?"

Scott shrugged. "Since I realized I don't want to keep bumming rides off you." He glanced out the window, watching the familiar streets of Beacon Hills blur past. "Plus, my mom doesn't have the money to get me one. She's already working hard enough as it is. I don't want to trouble her with that."

Stiles thought for a moment before nodding. "Yeah, I get that. Your mom's awesome, but she's got a lot on her plate."

There was a brief pause before Stiles looked over at Scott again, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. "Why don't you ask your dad?"

Scott smirked. "Yes, why didn't I think of that?" he said, letting out a low laugh. "Good idea Styles, I should ask my useless father to buy me one"

Scott smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "I mean, he's an FBI agent, so he's got the cash. And I never ask him for anything. Maybe it's time to cash in on all that absentee guilt."

Thinking about it. In the TV Show, Scott's dad had been gone for so long, a ghost in his life, ever since the divorce. Scott barely spoke to him, let alone asked him for favors. But the guy was loaded, and Scott hadn't asked for anything in years. Maybe it was time to change that. 

Scott said slowly. "I should probably talk to my mom first. I don't want her to get upset, you know?"

Stiles nodded. "Yeah, you're right. You don't want to blindside her with a new car showing up out of nowhere."

Scott finally said, his voice firm. "I'll talk to my mom tonight, and then I'll call him. He owes me at least that much."

Stiles gave him a supportive nod. "Good call. Plus, then we can stop riding around in my crappy Jeep all the time."

Scott smirked. "You love this Jeep."

Stiles laughed, tapping the dashboard affectionately. "Yeah, but it's about time you had your own ride. Maybe get something that doesn't break down every week."

They pulled into the school parking lot, the familiar chaos of Beacon Hills High greeting them as students streamed in, rushing to get to their lockers before first period.

As they walked toward the front doors, Stiles shot him a curious look. "So…you gonna tell me what's really going on? You're acting weird, man. Like, *really* weird."

Scott smiled, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Let's just say things are going to get interesting around here."

Stiles groaned. "Oh, great. That sounds like trouble."

Scott grinned. "Maybe. But it's gonna be fun."