Teen Wolf

Changes Within

California hasn't had wolves in like 15 years." Scott countered, "If you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're definitely not going to believe me about the body." Stiles' eyes sparkled. "You're kidding me, right?" Scott shook his head. "No, I think I'll have nightmares for a month." Stiles whistled. "That's freaking cool."

Just then, Lydia walked by, ignoring Stiles' greeting. "Hey, Lydia, you look..." Stiles tried, but she walked past without responding. Stiles laughed. "Guess I'm getting ignored." Scott chuckled. As they walked into class and took their seats, Scott couldn't help but think about the previous night's events. Little did he know, the day was only just beginning.

Just then, the teacher walked in and began lecturing. "As you all know, a body was found last night in the woods. I'm sure your curious minds are conjuring up various cop scenarios, but rest assured, the police have a suspect in custody. So, let's focus on the syllabus."

As the teacher spoke, a phone rang loudly, breaking the silence. Scott scanned the small classroom, wondering whose phone was ringing, but saw nothing. Then, he glanced outside and spotted a girl on a phone call.

"Oh, mom, do you have to call on my first day? I think you're overdoing it," she said, rolling her eyes. Scott was shocked; he could hear her conversation clearly.

"I forgot my pen at home, okay? Mom, I love you. I gotta go." She ended the call, and a man appeared, apologizing for keeping her waiting. As they walked through the corridor, Scott continued to overhear their conversation.

"Hopefully, Beacon Hill is your last stop," the man said.

They stopped at Scott's classroom door, and the man introduced, "This is our new student, Allison Argent. Please make her feel welcome."

Allison walked in, taking a seat behind Scott. He turned and handed her a pen, smiling. "Thanks," she replied.

Before long, the bell rang, and the class ended. Allison met Scott at her locker, smiling at him from across the hallway. He returned the smile.

Just then, Lydia approached Allison, admiring her jacket. "That jacket is literally killing! Where did you get it?" Allison replied, "My mom bought it in San Francisco."

Lydia exclaimed, "You're my new best friend!" But before they could continue, Jackson appeared, kissing Lydia possessively in front of Allison.

"Hey, girlfriend," he said, ignoring Allison's presence

As Scott and Stiles stood by their locker, a girl approached, curiosity etched on her face. "Can someone tell me how the new girl has been here only five minutes and she's already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" she asked.

Stiles smirked. "Beautiful people hang out together. It's simple math."

Scott overheard Lydia inviting Allison to a party that Friday night. "It's family night," Allison replied, politely declining. Jackson pressed, "You're sure everyone's going?" Allison hesitated, "I'll see what to do."

As Stiles and Scott rushed to the field, dressed in their lacrosse attire, Scott exclaimed, "I've sat on the sidelines my whole life! This is my first time I’ll will be making the first line!"

Just then, Allison arrived, taking a seat on the bench to watch. Their coach yelled, "Scott McCall, you're on! You're the goalkeeper!"

Scott's eyes widened. "But Coach, I've never played!"

The coach reassured, "I know, but taking some shots will give the boys confidence. Energize them, fire them up!"

As Scott took his position, Jackson stepped up to take the first shot. Lydia joined Allison on the bench

Allison whispered to Lydia, "Who is that?" nodding toward Scott. Lydia replied, "You mean him? I'm not sure who he is, why?"

Allison smiled. "He's in my English class."

Just then, the coach blew the whistle, and Scott's focus shattered. He clutched his head, feeling overwhelmed. The sound of the whistle still echoing, Jackson took advantage and shot the ball. Scott, distracted, failed to react, and the ball struck him squarely in the face. He stumbled, falling to the ground.

The coach, Jackson, and the other players burst into laughter. But as Scott stood up, something shifted. The next player approached, and Scott miraculously caught the ball with ease. The crowd gasped in surprise.

Player after player took their shots, but Scott caught each ball with uncanny precision. Stiles, waking up from his bench slumber, yelled, "Yeah, that's my boy!" The crowd erupted in cheers.

Jackson, determined to break Scott's streak, blocked a player and sprinted toward the goal. He leaped into the air, releasing the ball. Time seemed to slow as Scott raised his hands, and miraculously, caught the ball.

The students yelled in awe. Lydia, now fully awake, exclaimed, "Yeah!" But her boyfriend, Jackson, shot her a menacing glare, his eyes flashing with anger.

It was the end of the school day. They were walking in the woods together, still daylight, and Scott said, "I don't know what it was, it was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball."

"I'm telling you, Stiles, it's not just the weird thing that happened on the field," Scott said. "I can hear stuff I'm not supposed to hear, smell things..."

"Smell things like what?" Stiles asked.

"Like the strawberry gum in your pocket," Scott replied. Stiles searched his pockets, confused. "I don't have any strawberry gum..." But then, he pulled out a wrapped piece.

Stiles' eyes widened. "How did you...?" Scott shrugged. "It's been happening all day. I can hear conversations from across the hall, smell things

"This all started with the bite, didn't it?" Stiles asked. Scott nodded. "What if it's an infection? Something's floating around in my body..."

Stiles grinned mischievously. "I know what it's like – a specific kind of infection." "Are you serious?" Scott asked.

Stiles deadpanned, "Yeah, it's called Lycanthropy." Scott rolled his eyes. "Seriously, Stiles?" Stiles chuckled. "Once a month, on the night of the full moon..." He made a wolf howling sound.

Scott slapped him playfully. "You're the one who heard the wolf howling!" Stiles joked, "There's something wrong with you, Scott – you're a werewolf!"