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."
"C'mon," He blinked his eyes back to their usual colour, head then tilting toward your car. "Grab that crossbow of yours and I'll show you what you were planning to kill by yourself."
Without having any other choice, you changed your bow and arrows for the crossbow and began to follow this strange boy into the preserve.
It couldn't have even been a minute into the walk that the boy suddenly stopped, eyes trained on something hidden in the trees. Your eyes squinted into the darkness, crossbow at the ready in case you needed it.
You couldn't see anything but shadows and shrubs, though the boy had his eye on something so you trusted him to let you know if it, whatever it was, was going to attack.
"Run." He suddenly announced, gripping onto the top of your arm and tugging you in the opposite direction to where the two of you were looking. You could hear something running behind the two of you, and you couldn't help but glance back briefly to see what it was. It only took you seeing its glowing eyes to turn back around, running even faster than you previously were.
"I'm Scott, by the way." He called, sprinting further into the trees with you in tow.
"(Y/n)." You called in return.
"I know who you are." Was all he answered.
The two of you broke through the trees and into an open circle of land, gasping in as much air as your lungs could hold while you had the spare chance.
"You believe in the supernatural now?" He asked breathlessly.
"Yeah." You mumbled out, your words being accompanied by a short laugh that was cut off by a sudden howl that caught both yours and Scott's attention.
You swung around, gasping when your eyes landed on the so-called 'wolf' that you were planning to hunt on your own. It was larger than a usual wolf, but standing on all fours as it bared its teeth at you.
Scott let out growl, and you would have laughed if it were in different circumstances. Right now you couldn't bare anything but gasps and the occasional whimper. You were too scared to do or say anything else.
"On my count, you're going to shoot at it and then were going to run, okay?"
You nodded in response, waiting for Scott to count down.
"3... 2... 1."
You shot an arrow right at it, and you think you hit it but you weren't too sure because you didn't get a chance to look before Scott was pulling you again, running away from the wolf and back through the trees.
As you were running, your foot suddenly got wedged in between a trees roots, tripping you over. You landed with a thud, trying desperately to unhook your foot while at the same time staring up with wide eyes as you could hear the werewolf getting closer.
Scott came running to your aid, trying to help get your foot out but it didn't look like it was going to be doing so in a hurry. Your breath got caught in your throat when you noticed the werewolf slowly approaching the two of you over Scott's shoulder.
Scott sent you a knowing look, a quick 'stay still and quiet' before he was standing up in front of you, spinning around and letting out an ear piercing roar. The sound sent a shiver down your spine.
You watched on as the werewolf suddenly retreated a couple of steps, glowing eyes boring into Scott's ones that you believed would have turned red again. With one last growl from Scott, the werewolf retreated completely, turning and rushing away back into the trees.
As soon as it disappeared completely, Scott turned back around and hurried back down to you. He grasped at the tree roots, ripping them from the ground and freeing your foot. He helped you to your feet, but you soon became aware of the striking pain in the foot that was trapped.
You let out a whimper, leaning heavily against Scott to take the pressure off the foot.
"I think I've sprained it." You mumbled out, frowning down at it and wincing when you try to move it.
"C'mere," He lifts you bridal style, holding you in his arms as he scoops up your crossbow and begins to carry you back toward the entry of the preserve. "We better get you to the hospital."
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One sprained ankle and phone call to an overly-worried pair of parents later you were lying in a bed at the hospital, Scott sitting on a chair beside you while a nurse, his Mother, actually, tended to paperwork and making sure you were comfortable.
Once she had left, Scott finally spoke up again.
"I'll give you your space now, I suppose. I'll come by tomorrow and make sure you get discharged and picked up fine." He smiles, getting up from the chair he was sitting on and beginning to walk out of the room.
"Scott, wait!" When he turned back to face you, you continued, "Please, stay. Uh, hospitals have always made me a little uneasy and I don't have anyone I know here, so, please."
The smile that was on his face only seemed to grow as he settled in the chair again, "I guess I can stay, if you insist. Don't want that werewolf creeping into your room now, do we?"
You let out a laugh, shaking your head no.
And for the rest of the night, the two of you stayed up till well past midnight getting to know each other properly, and it may or may not have blossomed into a cherished friendship, furthermore turning into a loved-up relationship a month later.