[ Noah Stilinski's POV ]
It was a weird day when I got a call about a body found in the woods — half a body, cut up, in Beacon Hills.
This is not normal. So I gathered my men, a few patrol cars, and the hounds, and we formed a search party.
The dogs soon found something.
I thought it was the other half of the body… but it turned out to be my mentally challenged son — Stiles!
What is going on in that kid's mind???
After ordering the men not to arrest him and to bring him to the car, I said to him,
"What were you thinking, Stiles? What are you doing in the woods this late? Do you want to get hurt?"
He kept looking everywhere except at my eyes. I sighed and said,
"Stiles, intercepting a police radio signal and interfering with an investigation is a crime!"
"Okay, Dad, I'm sorry. I won't do it again. I was just curious about the cut-up body."
I replied,
"Have you never heard the saying 'curiosity killed the cat'? You could've gotten hurt, Stiles!"
I sighed, feeling a headache coming on because of this kid, and asked,
"Who was with you in the forest? Besides you."
"Who? Me? I came alone. I didn't bring anyone with me."
"Stiles!"
"Believe me, Dad. I didn't bring anyone. I came alone."
I raised my eyebrows.
"Not even Scott?"
"Not even Scott."
"Okay, let's get out of here."
But just as I turned around, I heard a terrifying animal roar —
"OOOOHHHHHH!!!"
It was like a wolf's howl, but deeper, darker… something that shouldn't exist in nature.
Then I saw Stiles's face turn pale with fear. He jumped out of the car and shouted,
"Dad! Dad! I'm a big liar! I brought Scott and his little cousin, and they might be in a trance because we heard that sound and— and—"
"Stiles! Stiles! Calm down. Go home, and we'll check out the sound and look for Scott, okay?"
"Okay."
I turned to two policemen and said,
"Go with my son to my house, then come back to us."
"Yes, sir."
They left with Stiles, who was shaking with fear and worry for his friends.
"Come on, men, let's move!"
We got into our cars and took a side road that led toward the sound.
When we arrived, we found a lot of blood… and a torn metal box.
It was a medical supply box, like those used by nurses. What was it doing in the forest?
I looked around, and then one of the men screamed and called everyone over.
When I approached the scene, I found the other half of the body we'd been looking for that night.
Then we heard screaming — the sound of a car overturning — and gunshots!
We quickly got into our cars and sped toward the main road.
The sounds were close. Then I heard the voice of a young boy, maybe twelve years old, yelling,
"Why don't you just die, you damned thing?!"
I pressed the gas pedal harder. Strange animal roars echoed around us, but there was no sign of any creature.
When we finally reached the accident site, what I saw made my blood run cold.
There was a young boy — maybe thirteen or fourteen — screaming at another kid:
"Scott! Scott, you son of a bitch! Don't die! Your mother can't live without you, Scott!!!"
A family Toyota lay destroyed — one wheel blown off, covered in deep claw marks.
The door was ripped clean off its hinges, as if torn by something with incredible strength.
Nearby was a woman, covered in blood and unconscious.
The boy screaming at Scott was drenched in his own blood — his left shoulder was ripped open, exposing bone.
Scott looked even worse. His leg was twisted, his throat and mouth smeared with blood, a huge hole in his chest, and one of his hands was mangled.
Oh my God… what happened here?
There was also a girl injured nearby — not as badly as the others — but clearly in shock.
I shouted to my men,
"Go! Get them into the cars quickly! We'll take them to the hospital! And someone call an ambulance!"
Oh my God… what happened on this cursed night?
And worse — we had to leave the body behind as we rushed them to safety.
Melissa McCall's POV
It was a pretty normal night. I worked late, and it was now 1:30 in the morning. My shift was finally over.
But suddenly, I heard a lot of noise — ambulances, police cars, people yelling outside:
"Move, move! It's an emergency!"
Then I saw my friend — and Stiles's father — Sheriff Noah Stilinski, standing next to a stretcher, shouting for people to move.
When I looked closer, my heart stopped.
The person on the stretcher was Scott — my son!
The one I had left at home!
What was happening?!
I ran toward him, screaming,
"Scott! Scott!!!"
When I saw his injuries, my eyes widened in horror.
Scott's right lung was punctured, his leg was broken and twisted at a horrible angle — he might never walk again.
His hand looked like ground meat, shredded and torn, covered in claw marks.
What kind of animal could do this???
He was seriously injured — he might not survive.
Tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Scott! My dear son! What happened?!"
I turned to Sheriff Stilinski, who looked at me with pity.
"I don't know," he said. "We found him and a group of people like this."
Then I heard a weak but angry voice that made me freeze.
"Aunt Melissa!!!"
I turned and saw Alex lying on a stretcher, with doctors running after him yelling,
"Stop! Your injury is serious!"
When I saw him covered in blood, my heart froze again.
His shoulder — oh my God — it was torn apart. He might never lift his arm again.
"What happened?!" I screamed.
Alex came closer, grabbed me, and cried,
"Aunt Melissa! You have to help Scott! He sacrificed himself for a girl — a stranger! He doesn't even know her! He's so stupid — he risked his life just because she's beautiful! Please, you have to help him, he's dying!!!"
"I don't understand. Who is this girl? What happened? Didn't I tell you all to stay home after 10 PM??"
Alex shouted,
"It's all because of that damn Stiles! He called Scott and convinced him to go search for the body in the woods! He kept talking about justice and saying all this nonsense! I went with Scott, and we split up from Stiles so the police wouldn't catch us. Then… a cursed monster attacked us!!!"
The people in the hallway went silent.
Alex continued, his voice trembling,
"It looked like a wolf, but it was much bigger than a bear! It was as fast as a car — strong enough to rip through metal with its claws and teeth!"
When people heard him talking about a monster, fear crept into their faces.
But then — as humans do — they denied it.
One man shouted,
"That's crazy, kid! There's no such thing as monsters!"
Alex turned furious,
"Oh really? Then who did this to me?! Your sister ?! Are you crazy?! It was real! Believe me, Aunt Melissa — it was a monster in every sense of the word! Not an animal — something else!"
"Hey, kid, you're injured. Why don't we bandage your wounds first?" Sheriff Stilinski said gently.
Alex snapped,
"Bandage your mother!!!"
"Hey! Watch your mouth, boy! I'm Sheriff Stilinski, and I order you to calm down now!"
"Stilinski??" Alex growled. "You're the father of that damned Stiles!!!"
At that exact moment, Stiles came running into the hallway, yelling,
"Dad! What's happening? Where are Scott and Alex?!"
When Alex saw Stiles, he lost control. Despite his wounds, he jumped forward and punched Stiles hard in the face.
Stiles flew backward, crashed into a wall, and lost consciousness.
Alex tried to go after him again, but the doctors restrained him and sedated him after a long struggle.
Then… silence filled the hallway.