Teen Wolf: Rising

Chapter Six: Fame and Fallout

The Beacontown gym had never been louder. Every game Scott played as the wolf drew bigger crowds, louder cheers, and more attention than the team had ever known. Reporters showed up, students wore homemade “Wolf Pack” shirts, and suddenly Scott Howard was the name on everyone’s lips.

At first, it felt intoxicating. He walked through the halls with confidence, classmates parting like waves before him. Pamela Wells, once distant, now smiled at him, her hand brushing his arm as if he were someone worth noticing. Stiles reveled in the chaos, selling “Wolf” merchandise out of his Jeep, grinning at the profits.

But not everyone was celebrating. Boof watched from the sidelines, her warm eyes clouded with worry. She saw the way Scott strutted, the way he ignored old friends for new admirers. She saw the wolf taking over, and she didn’t like what it was doing to him.

One afternoon, after practice, she caught him outside the gym. “You’re changing, Scott,” she said softly. “And not just into… whatever you are. You’re not the same person anymore.”

Scott bristled. “I’m finally getting respect, Boof. I’m not invisible anymore. Isn’t that what I always wanted?”

“Respect isn’t the same as popularity,” she replied. “And if you can only get it by being the wolf, then what does that say about you?”

Her words stung, but Scott pushed them aside. Pamela was waiting, her smile dazzling, her laugh intoxicating. She wanted him — the wolf version of him — and that was enough to drown out Boof’s warning.

Yet cracks began to show. His teammates grew resentful, watching him hog the ball, dominate every play, and turn their victories into his personal showcase. Mick seethed openly, but even his own friends whispered that Scott was becoming arrogant.

At home, his father’s voice was steady but firm. “The wolf is powerful, Scott. But power without humility will destroy you.”

Scott didn’t want to hear it. He was too busy basking in the spotlight, too busy chasing Pamela’s fleeting affection, too busy ignoring the people who truly cared for him.

The wolf had given him everything he thought he wanted. But it was also taking something away — piece by piece, it was stripping him of the boy he used to be.