CHAPTER ONE
Nox

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THE COLD NIGHT TIME WINDS BLASTED THROUGH THE FORESTS OF BEACON HILLS; A TOWN KNOWN FOR ITS SUPERNATURAL HISTORY. The strong winds collapsing some of the loose dirt around a large tree stump, a glorious piece of nature that used to be known at the Nematon.

The wind blew through the roots of the halved tree, through the old druid's den.

It carried a sound.

One like no other in the state of California.

The howl of a wolf. An alpha.

The howl penetrated through the walls of the druid's den, unbeknownst to anyone in the quiet town. It had awakened something; something that was trapped there many years prior.

Something that was coming back to Beacon Hills.

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The Stilinski boy sat impatiently in the stiff hospital chairs as he waited for Scott. The boy's brilliant plan to break into the morgue seeming to be taking some time. He sighed, fiddling with his fingers as his leg bounces against the floor.

He occasionally glanced back at Lydia, the strawberry blonde still jamming out to her music.

Sighing again, the buzzcut boy looked around at the other people in the ward as he searched for Scott.

"Look I have the past prescription right here. I just need a refill, I'm due, I'm here to collect." A boy no younger than Stiles was at the desk, pestering a very impatient nurse. Stiles' attention was immediately drawn to the situation, the tension between the boy and the nurse rising as he became frustrated.

"Without parental guidance I cannot prescribe these types of pills to a kid." The nurse monotoned, not even looking at the raven haired boy, who scrunched up his nose and furrowed his eyebrows. He slammed his fist down on the desk, the loud sound shocking many people on the ward.

"My parents are out of town... My prescription needs to be refilled. Please." The boy seethed through gritted teeth, anger evident on his tanned face.

"I'm sorry Mr King, but that is just not how we do things here." The nurse finalized, starting to sort through some papers, making it very clear that she was done with the conversation.

The boy took a step back, mouth agape, a look of shock and disgust. Stiles felt sorry for the boy clutching at his prescription, but he didn't make any moves to help the shorter boy.

"This place is a bloody joke." The dark haired boy stormed out, the Stilinski kid and his investigative ways couldn't help but be curious about the boy called King, who he had never heard of. He was staring quite hard at the door the boy had left through, trying to figure out who he is, when a sharp pain hit his forehead.

"Holy- God!" Stiles turned to see Scott standing right in front of him.

"The scent was the same." The latino werewolf announced, ignoring the shock he gave his friend when he flicked his forehead. Stiles immediately jumped out of his seat at the announcement.

"You sure?"

"Yes!"

"So he did bury the other half of the body on his property." The aspiring detective concluded, Scott nodding along.

"Which means we have proof he killed the girl."

"I say we use it!" Stiles stated as he turned to leave the building.

"How?" Scott asked as he began to follow.

"Tell me something first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek or because you wanna play in the game and he said you couldn't?" Stiles asked the wolf boy as he turned back around. Scott shifted his eyes, before deciding to avoid the question.

"There's bite marks on the legs, Stiles, bite marks." He stressed, trying to convince his friend.

"Okay." He sighed with a nod. "Then we're gonna need a shovel."

The pair drove to the Hale house, the night was dark and the baby blue jeep, iconic to the baby faced driver, sped up the quiet roads.

A sleek black camaro pulled out of the makeshift driveway, leaving the ruins of a once beautiful home. The jeep, lights low, pulled up in its place.

The pair of teens got out of the old jeep, shovels clanking together as the walked closer to the hidden grave.

"Wait something's different."

"Different how?"

"I don't know." Scott answered, looking at Stiles. All of a sudden he spins around in one swift movement, looking at the landscape behind him.

"What is it?" Stiles asked, having jumped at McCall's sudden movement. The dorky boy also looking out into the forest, squinting his eyes in the dark.

"I thought I heard something breathing." Scott answered, not turning back around.

"Well that's unsettling." He gripped the handle of his shovel, ready to use it as a weapon. "You think it's Hale?"

"No. It's gone now." Scott said, turning back to the grave. "Let's just get this over with."

The pair continued over to the grave, light in place, they each began shovelling at the dirt.

Far in the distance a pair of luminous eyes watched the young werewolf and his human companion.

The ruby red orbs watching their every movement.

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The night was alive with the cheers of parents and students alike. The first game of the season, Mystic Falls high versus Beacon Hills high.

Stiles was watching the emotionally brutal game that seemed to have been taking it's toll on his friend. He looked back occasionally to see if the girls had held up their sign, knowing how hard it would be for Scott to see Allison cheering for another guy.

Sitting just behind him in the stands, Stiles noticed the boy from the hospital. The raven haired Mr King.

The Stilinski kid tried to ignore him, turning back to the game, cringing every time a player ignored Scott's pleas for the ball.

He looked back to the short boy, quietly writing in some sort of journal. The boy looked up at the game suddenly, a harsh stare as he watched for a few minutes and then went back to his book.

Stiles looked back to the game, confused at the need for the look the boy gave the game. Maybe he just doesn't like lacrosse? He thought. But then why would he come to a game?

Stilinski watched the boy continue this behaviour a few more times. His eyes widening in realisation. He wasn't watching the game, he was watching someone! He followed the boy's gaze, noticing who his eyes were following; Scott McCall.

Panicked, Stiles jumped up from his seat, turning round to the boy. "Hey!"

The shorter male jumped at the shout, looking up to the benched lacrosse player. "Erm... hey?"

"I don't think I've seen you around before, are you new?" The buzzcut teen asked the first question that came to his head.

"Y-yeah... I'll be starting school here soon." The boy avoided eye contact, resting his arms over his journal so the contents weren't visible, much to the buzzcut's frustration.

"Well what's you name?" Stiles leaned closer, trying to get a peak at the journal.

"It's... erm.. Nox." The boy sputtered out, placing a green ribbon in the page before closing the leather bound journal.

As the boy closed the book, Stiles managed to catch sight of a picture drawn in the corner, it was of a creature looking much like one of the gremlins from the movie Gizmo. He drew that? No wonder he's on meds...

"Nox? That your actual name or some nickname?" Stiles laughed, trying to play off how freaked out he is at talking to what very well could be a complete nutjob.

"Something like that." The boy shrugged, hugging his journal close, the battered book covered in all sorts of little trinkets and methods of fixing old tears and rips. "And you?"

"Oh... yeah, I'm Stiles." The taller male gradually losing interest in the conversation. Glancing back to the game, he saw Scott breathing heavily, clearly stressed out.

"Some nickname, I presume?" The fluffy haired teen mimicked with a small smirk, instantly catching the other's attention. Stiles smiled at the boy's shy humour, letting a cheeky grin onto his face.

"Yeah, something like that."

The crowd erupted in cheers and Stiles turned to see Scott landing from catching the ball in his net. The wolf then continued to run down the field, dodging every player until he threw the ball.

It hit the back of the net and the crowd screamed in excitement. Stiles jumping up with his arms in the air, shouting out to the field.

The crowd was so loud that no one could hear the growling coming from just behind the treeline, all but one were oblivious. Scott turned in the direction, seeing the red glowing eyes, a silhouette in the moonlight as the beast left.

The noise of the crowd became irrelevant to Scott McCall as he focused on what his eyes had just witnessed. It was like nothing he'd ever seen.

It was the silhouette of a giant wolf.