—𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒆；𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒍𝒇
—𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗉𝗍𝖾𝗋 𝗇𝗂𝗇𝖾：𝗉𝗋𝖾𝖽𝖺𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗌

IN THE VIDEO STORE A LONE CLERK WAS ADJUSTING A LIGHT ROD. The man didn't hear anything coming up behind him as he was too focused on his current task at hand. That would be his second downfall, his first was his connection to the Hale house fire that happened 6 years ago.

Like the animal of the night that Peter Hale was, he struck quickly killing the tainted man in an instant. Leaving behind a bloody scene.

"Do you really have to make a horrific scene out of everything you do Peter?" Aline huffed, standing over the now deceased man.

Wearing her usual dingy white dress, she stood beside the tall and feral beast.

In response she got a huff from Peter's wolf snout and the beast's head trying to nudge her, though he failed as he seemingly forgot that she was a ghost. 

Aline chuckled at the man, "Now would be a good time to remain ominous because Jackson is about to walk through the front door any minute now."

Peter nodded a leapt over the movie stands, remaining hidden in the darkness till it was his time to come out.

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Lydia Martin pulled up to Video 2C, so her boyfriend Jackson could grab "The Notebook" for the movie night date that they had planned.

"Now, Hoosiers is not only the best basketball movie ever, it is the best sports movie ever made." Jackson argued his point to his adamant girlfriend.

"No" Lydia stated straight faced.

"It's got Gene Hackman and Dennis Hopper."

"No"

"Lydia I swear to God you're gonna like it." he tried to force.

"No," but Lydia wasn't having it.

So now they were at a stalemate, that is until Jackson tried to take a more threatening tone with her.

"I am not watching The Notebook again!"

With that Lydia turned her head facing him as she stared him down, finally making him give in and get out of the car.

Walking in the dimly lighted store Jackson seemingly combed through the video aisle as his eyes did not catch what he was looking for.

"Can somebody help me find The Notebook?" he called out.

In return all he got was a telephone ringing.

"Hello? Is anybody working here?"

Lights flickered behind him as he walked down the aisle looking for assistance, he didn't notice that every time the lights flickered the woman in white inched closer to him.

Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, he quickly turned around and soon learned that there wasn't anything behind him.

Turning back around he decided to go up to the check out desk to see if anyone was available.

Walking along the pathway with the flickering lights shining above, Jackson soon heard a melody being sung.

There weren't actual words to the song which made it more creepier for the teen boy.

Turning back around to go the opposite direction of the creepier lullaby, Jackson noticed a pair of shoes being shown from an aisle.

Wanting to take a closer look, Jackson walked further down the aisle cautiously.

Only for the haunting lullaby to get louder and more intense by the second.

Making his way towards the aisle, Jackson turned in only to see the nale employee's neck slashed with his eyes wide open.

Shocking the frightened boy, he stumbled back into the latter causing the unstable lights to fall.

Now more lights in the store flickered and when they flashed it was red and black, making the perfect hunting ground.

Hearing a low growling Jackson slowly turned around to see a large beast with red glowing eyes and beside it a woman in white with white glowing eyes.

Though she still remained in the dark so the boy couldn't see her face, it only made her more frightening to look at.

Wasting no more time, Jackson hid behind a movie rack peeking over the sides to spot the beast.

Moving faster than the boy expected, the beast raced to the other side of the store.

Jackson ducted back behind the movie rack as the beast continued to run to each side of the store eventually getting closer.

Until it knocked over one shelf causing the others to tumble like the domino effect.

Trying to flee the barricade of shelves falling, Jackson jumped out of the way only for his legs to be trapped under the fallen stands.

Trying to move out from under the stands, Jackson saw it was no use.

Halting his movements he felt hot breath breathing along the back of his neck along with low growling.

Paralyzed with fear, Jackson tried to stay still so none of his sudden movements gave the creature a reason to attack.

He felt a clawed paw touch the back of his neck.

The beast and the woman both looked to see Derek's claw marks on the back of Jackson's neck glowing at the sudden connection.

Backing away the creature left the boy alone, and Aline dropped a petal of wolfsbane on the ground meaning for the boy to grab it, and he did.

Soon the beast and woman fled out of the window making a strawberry–blonde girl scream, as she was minding her own business sitting in the car waiting for her boyfriend to come out.

Hearing the girl scream, it alerted the woman knowing the scream was to follow after many more in the near future.

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Stiles Stilinski and his father, Noah Stilinski were eating their dinner in the sheriff's police vehicle.

Munching on his burger, Noah hummed. "Did they forget my curly fries?" he asked his son.

"You're not supposed to eat fries, especially the curly ones." Stiles retorted.

"Well, I'm carrying a lethal weapon. If I want the curly fries, I will have the curly fries."

"If you think getting rid of contractions in all your sentences makes your argument any more legitimate, you are wrong." Stiles sassed his father, while letting out a chuckle.

The police radio went off in the car, catching Stiles attention.

"Unit One, do you copy?" Dispatch asked.

Reaching for the radio speaker, Stiles tried to answer but ended up getting his hand slapped away by an annoyed looking sheriff.

"Sorry." Stiles muttered.

"Unit one, copy." the sheriff responded, while Stiles stuffed his mouth with curly fries.

"Got a report of a possible 187."

"A murder?" Stiles asked, alarmed and intrigued.

Soon enough the sheriff and his son were pulling up to the crime scene.

"Stay here." Noah ordered, looking at his observant son.

Getting out of his vehicle the sheriff got to work, "Paul, let's get this area locked up."

Inside the car, Stiles scanned the crowded area, until his eyes fell upon two of his classmates, Jackson Whittemore and Lydia Martin. Who happened to be on the back of an ambulance. "Oh no way."

While Lydia was trying to come to  terms with what she just saw, Jackson was busy arguing with the paramedics.

"Why the hell can't I just go home? I'm fine." Jackson told the sheriff, wanting to leave the place as soon as possible.

"I hear ya, but the EMT says you hit your head pretty hard. They just want to make sure you don't have a concussion." Noah stated, following procedure.

But Jackson didn't like what he was being told. "What part of "I'm fine" are you having a problem grasping? Okay, I wanna go home."

"And I understand that." Noah tried to say.

"No, you don't understand, which kind of blows my mind, since it should be a pretty basic concept to grasp for a minimum–wage, rent-a-cop like you! Okay, now I wanna go home!" Jackson yelled at the serif.

At this point in time, Stiles had gotten out of his father's car overhearing the practically one–sided conversation, and didn't like one bit of how Jackson was treating his father.

Wanting to take some off of him, he decided to cause a distraction. "Oh, whoa, is that a dead body?" Stiles pointed out.

And his father gave him a 'seriously' expression.

The crowd of people neared the scene and the sheriff took action again, "Everybody back up. Back up." he ordered.

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As the police were doing their jobs below, atop of the building three figures were looking down.

"Starting to get it?" Derek asked the new wolf.

"I get that he's killing people, but I don't get why. I mean, this isn't standard practice, right? We don't go out in the middle of the night murdering everyone, do we?" Scott questioned, hoping this wouldn't have to be his life.

"No, we're predators. We don't have to be killers." Derek informed the boy.

"Then why is he a killer?"

"Parce qu'il veut venger sa famille." Aline stated plainly looking down at the scene below her, the scene she was just at minutes ago.

Neither of the men understood French, so they moved on.

"That's what we're going to find out." Derek answered as they started walking away from the crime scene.

Leaving neither of the boys saw the sign of vengeance glowing red underneath the night sky, but Aline did. She knew, she always knew.

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Arriving back at the Hale house, Derek walked back up the burnt staircase.

"You know, I have a life, too." Scott said, following behind the man slowly.

"No, you don't." Derek corrected, causing Aline to lowly chuckle.

"Yes, I do!" he argued.

"Sorry to break it to you Scotty, but you really don't." Aline chimed in.

"Whatever, I don't care what you say about him making me his pet or..."

"Part of his pack." Derek corrected again.

"Whatever, I have homework to do. I have to go to a parent/teacher conference tomorrow because I'm failing chemistry." Scott reasoned.

"You wanna do homework? Or do you wanna not die?" Derek said, giving Scott an ultimatum.

Causing the young boy to sigh.

"You have less than a week until the full moon. You don't kill with him, he kills you."

"Well, to put it bluntly, why don't ya." Aline remarked, glaring at the slightly older wolf.

"Okay, seriously, who made up these rules?"

"It's a rite of passage into his pack."

"You know what else is a rite of passage? Graduating from high school! And don't have to kill anyone to do it! Why can't you guys just find him yourselves."

"Why can't you just sniff him out when he's human?" Scott asked, not seeing why he had to be a part of the debacle.

"Number one, because I'm not alive therefore I can't smell anything. Second, is because his human scent could be entirely different." Aline explained.

"So, it has to be you." Derek agreed.

Scott just lulled his head over to the side, as the dark haired man continued.

"You have a connection with him, a link that you can't understand. If I can teach you to control your abilities, you can find him." Derek continued to say.

Thinking everything over for a minute, Scott looked back up to Derek. "So if I help you, you two stop him?"

"Not alone. We're stronger in numbers. A pack makes the individual more powerful."

"Speak for yourself grumpy, I could do this alone I just don't want to." Aline corrected.

"How am I supposed to help if I have no idea what I'm doing?"

"Because I'm gonna teach you. Do you remember what happened that first night you were shot in the arm? Right after you were hit?" Derek asked.

"Yeah, I changed back."

"Mmm-hmm. And when you were hit by his car, same thing, right?" Derek questioned, as he walked down the stairs.

"What's the common denominator?" The older beta asked, grabbing ahold of the younger one's wrist.

"This is about to hurt." Aline said, alarming Scott.

"What's about to hurt?" he asked, but immediately got his answer when Derek broke his wrist.

"That's about to hurt." Aline informed, hearing the boy grunt in pain.

"No! What is...What the hell are you doing!"

"It'll heal."

Scott glared up at the man, "It still hurts!"

"And that's what keeps you human. Pain"

Seeing his bones heal in place, Derek nodded to himself.

"Maybe you will survive." he said, turning back around to walk up the stairs of his house.

"All I can say is you're in for a rough one." Aline said, as she departed her ways as well.

Leaving a semi–pained wolf in the walkway.

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