A/n: This is based loosely around the latest episode of Teen Wolf, but it doesn't have any spoilers so don't worry :)
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You were a well known hunter around your town, a good one according to the people you knew. Without being cocky, you thought you were pretty good too, but when you got a call from the Beacon Hills Sheriff himself asking you if you'd fancy a trip down there to help hunt down a menace wolf getting around, you were astonished.
You didn't know how the Sheriff of Beacon Hills knew about you, but you certainly weren't complaining.
After talking it over with your parents, and getting them to agree, you were on your way to Beacon Hills with your bow and arrow in tow, crossbow sitting by your side as well. You didn't completely know what you were going up against. Wolves come in all different sizes, after all.
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Once you had met with Sheriff Stilinski at the station, he explained that the wolf had been getting around the town, but had been spotted mostly in the preserve. He had then began to plan out members of the county to assist you, but you assured him that you wouldn't need anybody else tagging along; it only slowed you down.
He tried to convince you to take at least one person, with a strangely anxious look to his eyes, but you continued to deny. You were better on your own.
He gave up eventually, and you were on your way by nightfall.
You took both your bow and arrow and crossbow, but opted for the bow and arrow once you'd gotten there. You had always preferred it for some reason.
You were about to head into the woods when a boy suddenly appeared out of no where.
"Can I help you?" You asked, raising your eyebrows at the boy as you adjusted your bow and arrow that hung on your shoulder.
"I just thought I'd let you know that you'll be needing more than just a bow and arrow to kill that wolf you're going after." He shrugged, taking a step closer to you.
You raised your head at the boy, "And how do you know about what I'm going after?"
"I'm best friends with the son of the Sheriff. He has a habit of shoving his nose into his fathers business. He said that you were coming into town. I didn't believe him at first, not until I saw you just now."
"Okay," You mumbled, unsure on what else to actually say (But also honoured that he actually knew who you were). "Is that all?"
"Actually no. I've decided I'm going to help you."
"Oh have you now?" You rose an eyebrow at him, "Well, are you any good with a bow and arrow? A knife at least?"
"No, but I'm pretty good with these," He clasps his hands into fists before releasing them again, his fingernails being replaced by claws. Without giving you any time to adjust, he dipped his head. "What you're hunting isn't just any old wolf," His head rose, and your breath got caught in your throat when you noticed his glowing red eyes. "Its a werewolf."
You swallowed thickly, laughing nervously as you began to shake your head, "What‒What are you talking about? What the hell are you?"
"I'm a werewolf myself," He explained. "But this one you're planning on hunting isn't as nice. It's been getting around killing people and hold on‒did the Sheriff not tell you you would be hunting a werewolf?"
"A werewolf?" You spoke in disbelief. "I‒I don't believe in the supernatural... I mean I didn't think I did but now, now I don't think I have much of a choice."
