The human monster of teen wolf

I made my way to the field and found a spot on the bleachers. Sitting down, I scanned the area, taking in the familiar scene of Beacon Hills lacrosse practice. The players were scattered around, some stretching, others chatting. And then there was Coach, standing front and center, trying to rally the team with one of his... unique motivational speeches.

Coach Finstock's voice boomed across the field, equal parts enthusiastic and chaotic.

"All right, ladies, listen up! Lacrosse is not just a game—it's a metaphor for life! You win some, you lose some, but at the end of the day, you'd better win, or you're off my team!"

I couldn't help but chuckle to myself. Classic Coach, I thought, shaking my head. His speeches were equal parts ridiculous and endearing, but they somehow worked in motivating the team.

As practice continued, I noticed Scott lingering in the back, looking slightly nervous. He kept glancing around, clearly distracted. It was easy to see he was still adjusting to his newfound abilities, and this practice was likely going to test him in more ways than one.

I leaned back on the bleachers, crossing my arms as I decided to stick around and watch. After all, this was a pivotal moment. It wouldn't be long before Scott started to showcase his enhanced skills—and caught everyone's attention, especially Jackson's.

I grinned slightly. This was going to be interesting.

The tryouts began, and just as I expected, Scott quickly started showing off his enhanced abilities. It was like watching a completely different person compared to the nervous guy at his locker earlier. His movements were fluid, his reflexes sharp, and his speed unmatched.

It was impressive, to say the least. Even I couldn't help but cheer a little when he made that incredible goal, darting past defenders like they weren't even there. The ball soared into the net, and for a moment, the entire field went silent—before erupting into applause and disbelief.

I glanced over at Stiles, who was standing on the sidelines. His reaction was priceless—wide-eyed, mouth slightly open, clearly trying to process what he'd just witnessed.

Yep, I thought with a smirk. He's piecing it all together.

Scott's enhanced performance wasn't going unnoticed. Jackson, of course, looked both annoyed and suspicious, his competitive streak clearly flaring up. He'd probably confront Scott sooner or later, but for now, he just glared at him from across the field.

Coach Finstock, on the other hand, looked ecstatic. "McCall! Where've you been hiding that? Keep it up, kid! You might just save this sorry excuse for a team!"

I leaned back on the bleachers, amused by the unfolding drama. This was just the beginning of Scott's journey, but it was thrilling to see it play out in real life rather than on a screen.

Despite Coach's dramatic claims, the team wasn't exactly terrible. They didn't lose all the time—just often enough to keep them from being considered a real threat. They had potential, sure, but consistency wasn't their strong suit.

Still, Scott's sudden boost in skill was definitely going to change things. His performance wasn't just impressive—it was game-changing. Even the players who weren't on the field were watching him with wide eyes, muttering to each other about how fast and precise he was.

Coach, of course, was thrilled. "Finally! Someone who understands that the goal is to get the ball in the net! Take notes, people!" he shouted, gesturing wildly.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his over-the-top enthusiasm. With Scott on the team now, it was clear that Beacon Hills High might finally have a shot at being a serious contender.

But while the team's spirits were lifting, I could tell Scott's sudden rise wasn't sitting well with everyone. Jackson's scowl deepened with every goal Scott scored, and it was clear he wasn't going to let this go unnoticed.

For now, though, I just enjoyed the show. Scott was finding his place, and the pieces of the story were falling into place.

After the tryouts ended, I went home to get ready for Lydia's party. I kept it simple—casual clothes that wouldn't draw attention—but I made sure to bring my throwing knives and the mask I'd bought online. In a place like Beacon Hills, you never know when you might need them.

I drove to the party, parking my car in a spot where it wouldn't be noticed. As I stepped inside the house, the energy hit me like a wave. Music blasted from the speakers, people were dancing, laughing, and drinking, completely absorbed in their fun.

I stayed sober, keeping a low profile as I scanned the room for Scott and Allison. It didn't take long to spot them on the dance floor. They looked happy, caught up in their moment, but I knew this night wouldn't stay carefree for long.

After a few minutes, I noticed Scott falter, his expression twisting in pain. The full moon, I realized. He staggered away from Allison, struggling to keep himself together. Allison, confused, watched him go. That's when Derek appeared, telling her he was a friend and offering her a ride home.

I left the party too, knowing exactly where this was headed. Driving to the Beacon Hills Preserve, I parked my car in a hidden spot where no one would find it. For a few minutes, I waited, listening carefully with my heightened senses.

The sound of movement caught my attention, and I sprinted toward it. I arrived just in time to see Scott and Derek talking in the woods. Their conversation was cut short as the hunters showed up.

Derek told Scott to run, but he hesitated, unsure of what to do. Before he could react, an arrow whizzed through the air—a flashing arrow designed to mess with a werewolf's senses—and struck Scott in the arm, pinning him to a tree.

Stepping out of the shadows, Chris Argent and two of his men emerged, guns raised and ready. Chris ordered his men to take Scott, but I wasn't about to let that happen.

Sliding on my mask, I pulled out my knives. With precise aim, I threw one at the first lackey, hitting him in the leg. He let out a grunt of pain and dropped his weapon. I quickly did the same to the second, leaving him stumbling as Chris turned sharply, scanning the darkness for the source of the attack.

Chris was alert now, his eyes darting around. Taking advantage of the distraction, I used my super speed to rush to Scott. Pulling the arrow out of his arm, I hoisted him up and ran, putting as much distance as possible between us and the hunters.

After putting some distance between us and the hunters, I set Scott down carefully, leaning him against a tree. He was breathing heavily, still trying to recover from the effects of the arrow. I gave him a moment to catch his breath, watching him closely to make sure he was okay.

Finally, he looked up at me, confusion and curiosity in his eyes. "Who are you?" Scott asked between gasps, his voice hoarse.

I hesitated for a second, then sighed. "A friend," I said simply as I reached up and pulled off my mask.

Scott's eyes widened in recognition. "Kai?" he asked, his voice laced with disbelief.

I nodded. "Yeah, it's me."

Scott's brows furrowed as he struggled to process what had just happened. "How... how did you do all that? The speed, the knives... You're not—"

"I'm not like you," I said, cutting him off gently. "But I am different. I'll explain everything, just not here. The hunters might still be looking for us."

Scott nodded slowly, still visibly shaken but trusting me enough not to press further. I helped him to his feet. "Come on," I said. "Let's get you home."

As we made our way through the woods, I could feel the questions building in Scott's mind. I knew I'd have to tell him more eventually, but for now, keeping him safe was the priority.

We made it back to my car without any sign of the hunters. Scott was quiet the whole way, probably still trying to process everything that had just happened.

"Get in," I said, unlocking the doors.

Scott slid into the passenger seat while I climbed into the driver's side. The interior was dimly lit by the dashboard, casting shadows on Scott's confused and slightly worried expression.

As I started the engine, Scott finally broke the silence. "You said you're not like me, but you're different. What does that mean? Are you... are you supernatural?"

I sighed, keeping my eyes on the road as I drove us back toward our neighborhood. "Not supernatural like you're thinking," I said. "I wasn't bitten, cursed, or anything like that. I was born with these abilities—strength, speed, heightened senses. I guess you could say I've always been... different."

Scott frowned, leaning back in the seat. "You were born like this? How does that even work?"

"I don't know all the details myself," I admitted. "I've spent most of my life just trying to figure out how to keep it under control. I've had to learn the hard way how dangerous it can be if I don't."

He nodded, though I could see the wheels turning in his head. "And the hunters? Why did you help me? You could've stayed out of it."

I glanced at him briefly before returning my focus to the road. "Because I know what it's like to feel alone in this. When I was younger, I had no one to help me, no one to explain why I was the way I was. It took me years to figure out how to live with these abilities without hurting anyone—or myself. You're going through this now, and trust me, it's not something you should face alone."

Scott looked down at his hands, his expression a mix of gratitude and uncertainty. "Thanks," he said quietly.

"No problem," I replied. "But Scott, you need to be careful. The hunters are serious, and they're not going to stop. You're going to need to learn how to control your abilities if you want to stay ahead of them."

Scott nodded again, determination flickering in his eyes. "I will. I have to."

We pulled up in front of my house. I parked and turned off the engine, pointing across the street to his place. "Go get some rest. Tomorrow, we'll figure out what's next."

Scott hesitated as he opened the door. "Why are you helping me, Kai? You don't even know me that well."

I smiled faintly. "Because I know what it feels like to have your world turned upside down and not know who you can trust. You're a good guy, Scott, and I'm not going to stand by and watch someone like you get hurt when I can do something about it."

He gave me a small, grateful smile before stepping out of the car. I waited until he crossed the street and got inside his house before heading into mine.

"That was stressful," I muttered to myself as I closed the door behind me.

I leaned against it for a moment, taking a deep breath. I knew I'd lied to Scott—well, most of what I said was true. I do think he's a good guy, and I am helping him for that reason. But the rest? That was a lie.

I can't exactly tell him I'm from another world, that I know everything that's going to happen in his future because I watched it all play out on a screen. No, I had to twist the truth a little to earn his trust.

Shaking my head to clear the guilt, I made my way to the kitchen, grabbed something quick to eat, and then hit the shower. As the hot water cascaded over me, I let the tension of the day melt away.

Once I was done, I threw on some comfortable clothes and climbed into bed. The events of the night replayed in my mind, but I pushed them aside.

Tomorrow was another day, and I needed to be ready for whatever came next.