Night slowly settled over Beacon Hills.
Inside a small house, Scott McCall paced nervously across his bedroom.
His breathing was uneven.
Something felt wrong.
Very wrong.
Ever since the bite in the woods, his body had been changing.
His strength had increased.
His hearing had become painfully sharp.
And tonight—
It felt even worse.
Scott pressed his hands against his head.
"I can't focus…"
From downstairs, he could hear the television playing.
His mom washing dishes.
Even the ticking of the kitchen clock.
Everything was too loud.
Too clear.
Suddenly—
His phone vibrated.
A message from Stiles appeared.
"Dude. Something weird is happening tonight. Meet me outside."
Scott sighed.
"Something weird is always happening with Stiles."
Still, he grabbed his jacket and headed out.
Across town—
Aiden Blackwell stood on a hill overlooking Beacon Hills.
The wind pushed against his coat as he stared toward the dark forest surrounding the town.
His eyes slowly ignited with faint orange flames.
The Hellhound bloodline inside him was restless tonight.
The supernatural energy in the air felt different.
Stronger.
More chaotic.
Aiden looked up toward the sky.
The moon was rising.
But this wasn't just any night.
It was the first full moon since Scott had been bitten.
Which meant—
Scott's werewolf instincts would completely lose control tonight.
Aiden smiled faintly.
"This should be interesting."
Suddenly—
DING
A system notification appeared.
[System Mission Activated]
Mission: Survive the First Full Moon
Objective: Observe or control a newly turned werewolf.
Target: Scott McCall
Reward:
• 600 System Points
• Enhanced Hellfire Control
Optional Objective:
Subdue the werewolf without killing him.
Bonus Reward:
Rare Skill Fragment
Aiden chuckled softly.
"So the system wants me involved."
He looked toward the town below.
Scott McCall would lose control soon.
And when that happened—
Things would become chaotic.
Aiden stepped forward.
Then jumped off the hill.
He landed silently before running toward town.
His speed was far beyond human limits.
Within seconds—
He disappeared into the darkness.
Meanwhile—
Outside Scott's house, Stiles stood beside his jeep.
The moment Scott walked outside, Stiles started talking.
"Dude. Something is seriously wrong."
Scott groaned.
"Tell me about it."
Stiles stared at him carefully.
"You look worse."
Scott rubbed his eyes.
"My head hurts… everything smells weird… and I'm starving."
Stiles raised an eyebrow.
"Starving?"
Scott paused.
"Yeah… but not for food."
Stiles slowly stepped backward.
"That sounds extremely concerning."
Scott suddenly froze.
His body tensed.
"What is it?" Stiles asked.
Scott's eyes widened.
"The moon."
Stiles looked up.
The full moon had just appeared between the clouds.
Scott's breathing became heavier.
His pupils dilated.
His heartbeat accelerated.
Stiles stepped closer.
"Scott…?"
Scott grabbed his head.
"It hurts!"
Suddenly—
Scott's eyes flashed bright yellow.
Stiles jumped back.
"Oh my god!"
Scott growled.
A deep animalistic sound escaped his throat.
The transformation was beginning.
At that exact moment—
Aiden arrived.
He stopped on the roof of a nearby house, watching the scene below.
Scott's aura had changed dramatically.
The werewolf instincts were taking control.
Aiden crossed his arms calmly.
"So this is the first full moon."
Below him, Scott collapsed to his knees.
His nails grew longer.
His senses exploded with overwhelming intensity.
Stiles panicked.
"Scott! Talk to me!"
Scott looked up slowly.
His eyes were glowing bright yellow now.
For a moment—
He didn't recognize his best friend.
The predator inside him had awakened.
Scott growled.
Stiles froze.
"Oh no."
Scott suddenly lunged forward.
Stiles screamed and ran.
"Dude! You're chasing me!"
Scott sprinted after him with terrifying speed.
From the rooftop, Aiden watched with amusement.
Scott moved incredibly fast.
Much faster than any human.
But compared to Aiden—
Still slow.
Aiden jumped down silently onto the street.
He appeared directly in Scott's path.
Scott stopped instantly.
The two stared at each other.
Scott's wolf instincts immediately sensed something dangerous.
Something powerful.
Aiden's eyes ignited with hellfire.
The temperature in the air rose instantly.
Scott growled again—
But this time…
There was hesitation.
The predator inside him recognized a stronger predator.
Aiden stepped closer calmly.
"Relax."
Scott growled louder.
His claws extended.
But he didn't attack.
Aiden could feel the conflict inside him.
Human mind.
Wolf instincts.
Fighting for control.
Aiden raised his hand.
Hellfire flickered gently around his fingers.
"You're not a monster, Scott."
His voice remained calm.
"But if you lose control…"
His eyes glowed brighter.
"I'll stop you."
Scott stared at him.
Breathing heavily.
For a moment—
The wolf instincts slowly weakened.
His eyes flickered.
Then finally—
Scott collapsed to the ground.
Unconscious.
Stiles slowly peeked from behind a car.
"Is… is he dead?"
Aiden shook his head.
"No."
Stiles stared at him nervously.
"What are you?"
Aiden smiled slightly.
"Just someone keeping things under control."
In the distance—
A pair of glowing red eyes watched from the forest.
Peter Hale.
The Alpha observed everything with great interest.
His grin slowly widened.
"A Hellhound interfering with my Beta…"
Peter whispered.
The hunt in Beacon Hills had just begun.
And now—
Three predators were involved.
The Alpha.
The Hellhound.
And the newborn wolf.