The sun was slightly scorching over the training meadow, and the American football field was full of players exchanging shouts, the sound of the ball rolling on the ground, and the players' cheers filling the air.
Lydia sat, placing her sunglasses on her head, her features fixed as if she didn't care.
Next to her, Caroline leaned forward eagerly, following every movement on the field.
As for Allison…
She was scanning the place with her eyes.
As if she was looking for someone.
Allison looked around:
"Where are Elena and Bonnie? I haven't seen them here."
Caroline sighed sadly:
"Elena didn't want to come… the drama with Jeremy is still affecting her, and Bonnie decided to stay with her to comfort her."
Allison stepped a little closer, her eyes widening with curiosity:
"Drama? What drama?."
Caroline hesitated for a second, then said:
"Because of Jeremy… what happened this morning."
Allison turned fully toward her:
"What happened? Did Elena's brother get hurt or something?."
Lydia, said without looking at them:
"Fight. Drama. Public embarrassment."
Caroline shook her head:
"Tyler attacked Jeremy at the gate… he was angry because of Vicki."
Allison's expression changed immediately:
"He attacked him?!"
"Yes… and it would have gotten much worse if not for—"
She stopped.
"For who?" Allison asked.
Caroline smiled lightly, as if still in disbelief:
"Scott."
A short silence.
"Scott intervened… and tried to stop Tyler."
Then she added, raising her eyebrow:
"And succeeded."
Lydia tilted her head slightly:
"No, more than that."
Allison looked toward the field, her eyes narrowing slightly…
As if trying to spot him among the players.
"He… is not as he seems," she said quietly.
Caroline smiled:
"On the contrary… he seems very nice."
Allison didn't respond.
But inside her—
Admiration began to form… slowly.
"On the line!" shouted the coach.
The players lined up, helmets shining under the sunlight.
The ground was full of footprints, and the grass was torn in some places.
Scott McCall was standing at the Running Back position, breathing deeply, placing his feet firmly on the ground, his eyes focused on the defense line. His heartbeats were fast, feelings of anger and motivation rising inside him with every attempt to pass the opponents.
Then he raised his eyes—
And they met Tyler's.
A harsh, direct gaze.
And on his right…
Jackson.
Standing confidently, but his eyes never left Scott.
Beeebb!!.
The coach blew his whistle.
The ball reached Scott.
His fingers gripped it tightly…
And he sprinted.
At first—
Everything was normal.
Shouts.
Feet hitting the ground.
Bodies moving toward him.
The first player tried to catch him—
Scott changed direction quickly, instinctively.
Passed by him.
Second—
He collided with him.
The sound was strong…
But Scott just pushed him with his body and continued.
Tyler stood in front of him, looking at him with a dark gaze, waving his arms trying to block Scott:
"Come on, let's see if you can get past me, McCall!"
Scott didn't respond, suddenly ran, breaking through the defense, feeling the weight of every player in front of him, but he continued to maneuver, trying to surpass them. Every movement was precise, every step felt a strange power flowing through his legs, but he thought it was just natural skill and energy.
Tyler tried again, extending his arm to stop him, but Scott rolled with a quick movement as if the ground carried him, passing Tyler easily, which made the latter shout in anger:
"Impossible! How do you get past me like this?!"
Jackson moved immediately after.
With confident, calculated steps.
He collided with Scott directly.
The contact was strong…
Shoulders hitting each other, shoes digging into the ground.
But—
Scott didn't stop, he pushed Jackson hard.
Jackson stumbled and fell to the ground.
Jackson sat, his eyes widening slightly.
"…What?"
Scott surged forward—
And scored.
TOUCHDOWN.
Then overlapping voices.
"Good job, McCall!"
"Where did this come from?!".
Jackson stood slowly.
His chest rising and falling.
Looking at his hands… then at Scott.
"He's not stronger than me…"
"Right?"
But doubt… was gnawing at his bones.
"Again!" shouted the coach.
Scott returned to his position.
Breathing…
Feeling his body heat, sweat on his forehead, while smiling confidently.
Then he received the ball and ran again.
Tyler sprinted from the side.
Angry. Rash.
"You won't pass!"
He lowered toward Scott's leg—
But Scott, without thinking, lifted his foot and avoided him.
Tyler slid on the ground.
"Damn!" he shouted.
Caroline shouted excitedly,
"Wow!"
Lydia watched attentively,
"Quick reaction."
As for Allison…
She was observing him closely.
Meanwhile, Jackson tried to compete with Scott each time, trying to block him or surpass him, but every attempt failed. With each failure, the feeling of anxiety rose inside him.
Scott smiled without looking back.
He tried to score, but Danny stood in front of him and blocked him.
Scott pushed him, then Matt charged from the side and collided with them.
Scott gritted his teeth, growled with anger while his eyes glowed faintly golden, then pushed them forcefully.
Matt and Danny flew immediately.
Scott stumbled several steps but continued forward strongly and steadily.
But distracting Matt and Danny gave Tyler and Jackson a chance to catch him.
Aaahhh!!
Tyler and Jackson roared angrily and ran toward him.
Together.
"Now!" shouted Jackson.
They charged at him from two sides.
A tight moment.
Fast.
Scott pressed with his body…
Rushed between them—
Strong contact—
Tyler fell again.
Jackson… flew into the air.
And Scott got out.
He ran.
His steps fast, steady, as if he knew the way.
TOUCHDOWN again.
Stiles watched the scene with a mix of worry and fear while Scott was on his way to score the third consecutive TOUCHDOWN.
Stiles watched Scott cut his way through the field, dodge the first defender, and continue forward, approach the second defender, and Scott managed to dodge him as well with a 180-degree spin.
Stiles looked at Scott with admiration, thinking it was just about his quick reactions, but now he had become more agile, and the worset part is, Stiles didn't remember Scott taking a breath from his inhaler, which didn't explain his endurance.
Caroline looked at Lydia and said mischievously, "Looks like someone outperformed Jackson in the game."
Lydia rolled her eyes, then said, "Wasn't this supposed to be for your training today?"
Caroline shrugged and said, "After hearing that Scott threw Tyler in the air like a trash bag, I decided I'll skip the training and watch the practice."
Allison raised her eyebrows and said, "Training? What training?"
"Oh, I forgot to tell you, but I'm the cheerleading captain for our school squad."
"Really? That's awesome!"
Caroline smiled proudly and said, "I know."
Then she looked at Allison and said, "You should join the team too, Allison; you have the right qualities."
Allison hesitated a little then said, "I'll think about it."
Scott bent slightly, placing his hands on his knees.
Breathing.
Tired…
But happy.
Stiles slowly approached.
"Okay…" he said, staring at him.
"Either you trained secretly…"
He stopped.
"Or something strange is happening."
Scott chuckled lightly:
"Finally starting to trust me that i can play football?"
Stiles didn't laugh.
He just said calmly:
"I'm serious."
Jackson was looking at them with anger and bitterness.
The idea started growing in his head.
"If this continues…"
"He'll take my place."
He clenched his hand tightly.
Scott ignored his friend's words and raised his head—
And saw Allison.
He smiled at her.
She smiled back.
A small moment.
Quiet.
But around them—
Things were not quiet.
Tyler boiling.
Jackson suspicious.
Stiles thinking.
And Scott?
He only thought that he finally started succeeding.
Meanwhile, Derek Hale stood watching Scott with a cold expression on his face and his hands in his pockets.
Derek snorted coldly, then turned and left.
Stefan Salvatore stood among the bleachers, watching Scott and the scene, and here his suspicions were confirmed: Scott was a recently turned werewolf, which meant that if he continued playing, a disaster would occur on the field.
Stefan sighed and lowered his head tiredly.
Everything was illogical, the Hale family was dead, and there were no packs in Mystic Hills because everyone left the area out of respect for Talia Hale, so who was the alpha that bit Scott?
Stefan thought to himself for a moment, then saw someone he thought he would never see again.
Derek Hale.
Stefan's eyes widened in astonishment and shock.
Derek Hale?! Here in Mystic Hills?!
Shock spread in Stefan's heart, and after a slight hesitation, he followed him quickly.
Stefan stood for a few seconds, panting a little from running, his eyes fixed on Derek Hale, who was moving away slowly between the woods, as if the air around him was cooling. Stefan's heart was pounding violently, but he didn't hesitate. He approached him cautiously, each step calculated, then called out sharply:
"Derek! Stop!"
Derek stopped, turned slowly, raised his eyebrows, his eyes cold, showing no interest.
Derek frowned when he smelled Stefan; the person in front of him is a vampire.
"Who are you?, and What is a vampire like you doing in Mystic Hills? Are you looking for death?"
Stefan took a deep breath, maintaining a calmness he didn't really have:
"I want answers and I know who you are and what you are. Are you the one who bit Scott?"
Derek growled, anger lines appeared on his face, then he clenched his hands in tension and said:
"I am not obliged to answer you! And who are you to ask?"
Stefan smiled half-smile, then said in a steady voice:
"Stefan Salvatore. And I know what's happening with Scott, and I know you are involved."
Anger appeared clearly on Derek's face, his face turning red with excitement, his voice low but full of power:
"You… you are one of the Salvatores who caused that massacre in the nineties!"
Stefan raised his eyebrow, his voice stronger and stricter:
"My brother did that, not me."
Derek stepped forward, his eyes blazing with anger, as if fire glowed from within him:
"Get off my face… or I'll rip out your heart!"
Stefan restrained himself, trying to threaten Derek calmly:
"If you continue making new werewolves, and let them do whatever they want, especially if they are teenagers, you will find yourself facing consequences you haven't imagined."
Derek smiled mockingly, his laugh sharp as knives, then rushed toward Stefan with amazing speed. Before Stefan could comprehend, his body collided violently with Derek's.
Krrrack!!!
Aaaahhh!!
The sound of breaking bones filled the air, and Stefan fell to the ground, writhing and screaming in pain.
Derek lowered to his eye level, his voice cold as ice:
"I know your secret, I know your human-free diet system, and I know you are weak… so it's better for you not to come to me seeking trouble again."
Stefan looked at him with eyes full of pain and anger, but he did not move. Derek shook his head mockingly, then turned and walked away slowly, leaving Stefan lying on the ground, his body panting and blood flowing from several small wounds from the immense force Derek used in the strike.
Stefan raised his head slightly, his eyes gleaming with anger.
He got up slowly as his wounds healed slowly.
"Damn, I was reckless", Stefan whispered to himself.
Sometimes he forgot how weak he had become over the decades.
If he had been feeding on human blood, this encounter would have ended differently.
[From Stiles Stilinski's perspective]
"What was the talk about you at Mrs. Clowe's pool this morning?"
I smiled sarcastically on my face while looking at Scott.
"Oh my god." He moaned, looking around embarrassed. "Who told you that?"
"The whole school knows."
He muttered immediately in embarrassment as soon as the words left my mouth.
"A student at one of the teachers' pools, half-naked early in the morning, theories spreading like wildfire… did Mrs. Clowe give you anything?"
"Oh god, get your head out of this bastard." he slapped my arm playfully.
"Tell me first, how deep were you in the sewers?" I smiled at him meaningfully while raising my eyebrows.
"That's enough really." He said, sighing. "I think I was sleepwalking last night."
"You were sleepwalking?" I asked, raising my eyebrows as if asking "Really?"
"Yes, I had ventured almost a mile into the forest and saw it."
"Saw what?" I asked with a curiousity.
Scott looked around hesitantly, then approached me and whispered, "I saw the wolf that bit me in the forest again."
"What?!" I shouted loudly and in shock. The other students looked at me strangely. I lowered my voice and whispered urgently, "Are you serious, Scott?!".
Scott nodded and said،
"Yes, it was foggy, but that's what definitely happened, it crawled on all fours, its eyes red, and it roared in my face."
Red eyes? A roar in the face? What kind of wolf has red eyes and only roars, leaving behind a potential meal that could last it two days?.
Oh no, it seems my joke about werewolves has become a reality, and this might explain all the strange things Scott has been doing these past few days.
I ignored the fear and anxiety in my chest and spoke normally, saying with feigned enthusiasm.
"Oh man, that's awesome, do you remember where you were?"
"No, I started running as soon as I saw it, and after a minute I ended up somehow in the pool."
"Oh my god!" I got up, grabbing my regular clothes and headed to my locker.
"Yes." Scott threw his phone inside the locker and put his clothes on top as a precaution.
Suddenly someone slammed the door, making us jump in surprise. It was just Jackson, showing his big head.
"Well, little guy." Jaxon crossed Scott's personal boundaries and slammed him into his locker. "What if you told me where you get your juice from?"
"What?" Scott asked, blinking in confusion, completely surprised by the question.
Juice really? Why can't this fool just get a bottle of Dr. Pepper from a small store?… oh, he's talking about drugs.
Scott's increasing reactions in the last network training, yes I fully understand why he reached this conclusion, but the main question is whether Scott knows Jackson is talking about drugs or not?.
Jackson repeated his question: "Where do you get your juice from?"
Scott took a moment to look at me, then turned to answer.
"My mom takes care of all grocery shopping."
Okay, how dumb is Scott?.
The Answer is very dumb.
I almost burst out laughing at Jackson's reaction, who looked confused like Scott at the first question.
"No, listen, McCall, you'll tell me exactly who and where you buy it from, because it's impossible to perform so well on the field without using any kind of chemical enhancement."
"Oh, you mean steroids."
Oh my god, I love this interaction, it's like two extremely dumb people trying to figure out who is dumber.
"Do you take steroids?" And that affected me, I held my stomach and finally laughed.
Jackson growled annoyedly, grabbed Scott by the collar, and pushed him hard against the locker.
"What's going on with you, McCall?" the idiot shouted in Scott's face.
Scott asked, "What's going on with me?" and Jackson nodded. "Do you really want to know?"
Scott let go and stepped back.
"Okay, me too! Because I can see, hear, and smell things I shouldn't be able to see, hear, or smell-."
Ok, Time to intervene.
"Okay, that's enough." I intervened between them, preventing Scott from babbling more, and pushed Jackson back.
"Tell me, you arrogant athlete, when did you last see Scott play as a Running Back?" I asked, the idiot wanted to explode at me but I didn't let him.
"Let me guess, fourth from Neverary, you want to know why he's superior on the field? Because while you were spending your dad's money on its glory, which is literally eternal,Scott was training hard on the field as if there were no tomorrow".
Jackson stared at me before letting out a sarcastic sneer and smile.
"Do you think you're funny, Stilinski?"
You little bitch, I know I am.
"I know you fools are hiding something, two months of practice is nonsense, no one can improve this fast, I'll find out no matter what, and I don't care how long it takes."
He slammed the locker beside me forcefully to show control, but I didn't move.
I never feared him, but I always let him control me, maybe I didn't want trouble, but something inside me broke, not anymore, I won't let anyone control me anymore.
I watched him leave and turned to Scott, who was looking at me, his eyes wide with astonishment.
"Man-" Then he stopped speaking.
"I know, i was awesome, right?" I asked with a wide smile.
"No, we'll be late for Mr. Tanner's class." He said, pointing to the clock in the halls.
"Damn it."
[Meanwhile, in one of the study halls]
Mr. Tanner, the history teacher and football coach at Mystic Hills: "Okay students, let's start today's lesson. I hope you reviewed your lessons yesterday because I will ask some questions."
The students groaned with annoyance when they heard their teacher's words.
Mr. Tanner smiled sarcastically at the students' expressions, then said: "Come on, don't complain. I have to ensure you review your lessons after school—this is my duty as a teacher."
Then he continued, asking: "The Battle of Willow Creek took place at the end of the war in our town, Mystic Hills. How many casualties fell in that battle? Miss…" he looked around, then his eyes landed on Bonnie. "Miss Bennett?"
Bonnie looked at him with an embarrassed look, then said: "Umm… a lot? I'm not sure. But it was a lot."
Mr. Tanner sighed with annoyance, then said: "Miss Bennett, kindness turns into stupidity in a moment."
Then he turned to Jackson and said: "Mr. Donovan? Would you like to seize this opportunity to change the stereotype about you as an athlete?"
Matt smiled sarcastically and said: "Certainly, Mr. Tanner, I have no objection."
Some students laughed at Jackson's words.
Mr. Tanner looked at him, then said: "Do you think this is funny, Mr. Whittemore? Let's see if detention for two hours will help you."
Matt groaned angrily and muttered: "Me and my stupid mouth."
At that moment, Stiles and Scott burst into the classroom.
"We're sorry for being late!" shouted Stiles and Scott at the same time, then they looked at each other awkwardly.
Mr. Tanner sighed and pressed his temples, saying: "Mr. Stilinski and Mr. McCall, enough with the jokes as always, and sit in your seats. If you are late again, you will be punished with three hours of detention."
Scott and Stiles muttered to themselves and sat in their seats.
They hated Mr. Tanner's class, and Mr. Tanner hated them too to the core.
Tanner smiled sarcastically and disdainfully at them, then turned to look at Elena and said: "Hmm. Elena? Surely you can enlighten us on one of the most important historical events in the town?"
Elena snapped out of her daydream about Jeremy when she heard her teacher's voice, then answered hesitantly: "I'm sorry, I… don't know."
Mr. Tanner looked at her coldly, then said: "I was willing to be lenient last year for obvious reasons, Elena. But personal excuses ended with the summer vacation."
Bonnie stared at Mr. Tanner sharply when he finished speaking.
Lydia rolled her eyes in disdain.
As for Allison, she only looked shocked.
Scott and Stiles looked at each other slowly, and on their faces was the same expression:
"Is he serious?!"
Elena lowered her head and bit her lip hard when she heard Mr. Tanner hint at the death of her parents, feeling deep pain and sorrow in her heart from his words.
"There were 346 casualties. Unless you count the local civilians."
Suddenly, a cold and calm voice answered Mr. Tanner's question.
Mr. Tanner looked surprised at the source of the voice, then saw Stefan sitting quietly.
Mr. Tanner said in astonishment: "Correct, sir…?" — it was the first time he noticed Stefan.
Stefan answered calmly: "Salvatore."
A look of realization appeared on Mr. Tanner's face, then he said: "Salvatore? Are you related to any of the early settlers here in Mystic Hills?"
Stefan answered calmly again: "Distant relation."
Mr. Tanner looked at him, then said: "Alright, that's good. Except, of course, there were no civilian casualties in that battle."
Stefan looked at him with a slight smile, then said: "Actually, there were 27, sir. Confederate soldiers fired on the church thinking it hid weapons. They were wrong. It was a night of heavy losses. The Founder's archive is in the town hall if you wish to… review your information, Mr. Tanner."
Some students gasped in shock, and others looked at Stefan with amazement. Elena stared at Stefan in disbelief.
Stiles grinned enthusiastically, wishing he had brought popcorn.
He was sensing the drama.
Mr. Tanner looked at Stefan with annoyance, as anger rose in his chest due to the insult.
"Oh, really?"
Stefan nodded, then added: "And perhaps you will also find something called empathy, which will prevent you from attacking others and mentioning their parents' deaths so easily."
"What?!"
If the students had looked at Stefan with astonishment before, now they were staring as if a second head had grown on him.
Pffttt!
Stiles could not contain himself and laughed immediately.
Allison also laughed quietly and looked at Stefan with appreciation and at Tanner with disdain.
Mr. Tanner glared at Stefan angrily and said: "Mr. Salvatore, it is foolish to anger your teacher in a new school."
Stefan looked at him indifferently and said: "Perhaps. But there are limits that should not be crossed, even if you are a teacher. That does not give you the right to treat your students this way, and what you said to Elena earlier was also foolish, in my personal opinion."
Elena looked at Stefan in astonishment, then smiled at him warmly.
Mr. Tanner shouted angrily: "Oh? Is that the reason? You are angry because I insulted a beauty face, and now you wanna act like a hero hugh? Well, I hope Elena will assist you during the detention that will be imposed on you for four—no, six hours after school ends. Now leave my class and go to the principal's office, Mr. Salvatore!"
Stefan stood up without saying anything and left the classroom.
Scott and Stiles sighed in disappointment.
Elena looked down sadly and felt a little guilty.
Allison felt disturbed by the situation; this was an explicit abuse of authority.
Bonnie looked at the door with a complex expression.
Lydia didn't care at all.
Mr. Tanner looked at the class coldly and said: "Open to page 36."
Everyone reluctantly opened their books.
[After school – outside, near the bus stop]
The sun was high in the sky at its peak, its scorching rays reflecting off the school windows and heating the glass intensely. The atmosphere was strangely calm compared to the chaos earlier in the morning with Jeremy and Tyler.
Scott stood next to his bicycle, staring at the ground, lost in thought.
Meanwhile, Stiles was pacing back and forth, as if he could not stop thinking.
"Well… that was a totally normal day, right?" said Stiles sarcastically, running his hand through his hair.
"I mean, fight, drugs, Tyler trying to kill us… you turning into Superman on the field, sleepwalking, Jackson trying to scare us, drama between the new student and Mr. Tanner a typical school day."
Scott didn't laugh. He just exhaled slowly.
"Not funny, Stiles… Jeremy was… different."
Stiles stopped and looked at him.
"Yeah… I noticed that."
A brief silence.
"He was scared," Scott added quietly.
Before Stiles could respond—
They heard approaching footsteps.
They both turned.
It was Elena.
She was walking slowly, her features tired, her eyes slightly red, as if she had tried not to cry but had not succeeded completely.
She stopped in front of them and looked first at Scott… then at Stiles.
"Hi…" she said softly.
Stiles awkwardly raised his hand:
"Hi…"
Scott nodded gently:
"Elena… how are you?"
She laughed a short, almost spiritless laugh.
"Strange question after what happened today, isn't it?"
No one answered.
She sighed and wrapped her arms around herself, as if trying to hold onto something.
"Jeremy… wasn't like this before," she said, looking away.
"I mean… yes, he went through hard times, but he never reached… this."
Stiles looked at Scott, then back at her:
"Since when… did it start?"
Elena hesitated for a moment, then answered:
"After… after we lost our parents, he tried to pretend he was okay… but I knew he wasn't."
Her voice dropped further:
"It started with small things… then it escalated."
Scott furrowed his brows, his tone serious:
"And does anyone else know besides you?"
She shook her head:
"Yeah… Aunt Gina. We tried to handle it ourselves."
Then she looked at him directly:
"Obviously, we failed."
Silence.
Stiles scratched the back of his head, trying to ease the tension:
"Well… if it makes you feel better, we also often don't know what to do."
Elena gave a slight smile, barely noticeable.
Then she looked at Scott, this time a different look…
A look full of curiosity.
"Scott…" she said quietly,
"What did you do there… with Tyler?"
Scott froze for a moment.
Stiles turned to him quickly, as if eagerly awaiting an answer.
Scott stammered a little:
"I… don't know. It just… happened."
Elena did not look away from him.
"I heard that you threw him… as if he weighed nothing."
Scott swallowed and looked at the ground:
"Maybe… adrenaline?"
Stiles muttered quickly:
"Yes! Adrenaline! Definitely! I can also do amazing things when I'm scared!"
Then he paused for a moment and added:
"Not really… but… theoretically."
Elena laughed lightly this time, a real laugh.
But she returned to being serious.
"Regardless…" she said, looking at Scott,
"You intervened."
Scott raised his gaze to her.
"Tyler would have hurt Jeremy… maybe worse than that."
She paused.
"But you stopped him."
Stiles pointed to himself:
"And I helped too! Kind of… even if I ended up on the ground."
Elena smiled at him:
"Yeah, I heard about that too."
Then she looked back at Scott.
She took a small step forward.
"Thank you," she said sincerely.
Scott looked surprised:
"I just… couldn't stand by and watch."
"Most people would have, And they even will to start recording videos on their phones." Elena replied calmly.
"But you didn't."
A moment of silence.
The air was still, only the sound of leaves rustling lightly.
Elena sighed, then said:
"I'll try to talk to Jeremy tonight… but…"
She hesitated.
Scott understood what she meant:
"It won't be easy."
She nodded:
"No… but he's my brother."
Stiles said in a more serious tone this time:
"And he's lucky to have a sister like you."
Elena looked at him, then smiled:
"Thank you."
Then she looked at Scott one last time.
"And you… be careful of Tyler," she said in a light warning tone.
"He doesn't forget insults easily."
Stiles muttered:
"Great… as if our day wasn't bad enough already."
Scott gave a small smile:
"I'll be fine."
Elena nodded, then began to walk away… but suddenly stopped.
She turned to them.
"Really… thank you both."
Scott kept looking at her for a moment, then said quietly:
"Elena, earlier this morning Jeremy said you were responsible for your parents' deaths… what did he mean by that?"
Elena stopped, looked at them with her sad eyes, then took a deep breath before starting:
"I… sneaked into a party without permission with my boyfriend Matt. Then we argued and then i called my parents to pick me up. They came and took me… and on the way to the old Wykery Bridge, the wheels slipped and the car flipped and sank in the water. My parents died… but I survived… somehow they found me out of the water, like a miracle."
Stiles and Scott looked at her in shock and deep sorrow.
Stiles said in a choked voice:
"My God… Elena… I'm sorry… I didn't know…"
Scott placed his hand gently on her shoulder:
"It wasn't your fault… you survived somehow. We're here for you."
Elena smiled slightly, tears in her eyes not completely gone.
"Thank you… thank you both."
Then she began to walk away, while Scott and Stiles kept looking at her, carrying empathy and consolation.
Scott kept staring in her direction for a moment.
Stiles broke the silence:
"Well… if this isn't a dramatic day, I don't know what is."
Scott exhaled slowly, looking at the sky that was beginning to darken:
"It's not over yet. I can't believe Jeremy would go that far… I mean, to say that to Elena? What happened to him?!"
Stiles looked at him:
"I know, our friend has changed, Scott, and unfortunately, this change is not for the better."
A moment of silence.
Then Stiles said with a slight smile:
"But at least… you got a date."
Scott finally smiled and said: "You're right, I have a date tonight, I need to go get ready, I must borrow my mom's car too, and take a shower, change my clothes, and pick up Allison."
Scott said quickly, hopped on his bike, and sped off.
Stiles smiled and shook his head in astonishment.
Scott, his friend, has a date? Who would have expected that?
Stiles' expression changed, then he headed toward his Jeep.
He had to investigate Scott's new bites and the strange creature with red eyes… and he hoped with all his heart that his hypothesis was wrong.
Otherwise, he would have to cancel Scott's first romantic date.
At the end of the day, the moon would be full tonight.
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