Journey Through Multiverse

The sound of cleats crunching against the grass filled the air as Scott and Stiles jogged toward the lacrosse practice field. Stiles was already complaining.

"So, if you actually manage to play today, who am I supposed to talk to on the bench?" Stiles groaned dramatically.

Scott, determined, shook his head. "I can't sit on the sidelines anymore, Stiles. My whole life has been on the sidelines." His eyes burned with newfound confidence. "I'm making the first line."

Just then, Scott glanced toward the bleachers. Allison, Lydia, and Lucian had just arrived and taken their seats. Scott's smiled towards them and waved towards Lucian, but before he could make a move, Coach Bobby Finstock interrupted him.

"McCall!" Coach Finstock barked, tossing him a goalie's stick and helmet. "You're in goal! Let's see if you can give our offense some confidence… by letting them score on you." His sarcastic smirk drew a few laughs from the team.

Scott swallowed his nerves and positioned himself in the goalie's box. In the stands, Lucian watched him intently, his sharp eyes catching every movement. He leaned forward slightly, analyzing Scott's stance, his actions, and his aura.

Coach blew his whistle. The shrill sound was like a bomb to Scott's heightened senses. He clutched his ears, momentarily disoriented, and barely noticed the incoming lacrosse ball until it struck him hard on the helmet, knocking him flat onto his back.

"Scott!" Stiles shouted from the sidelines, concern evident in his voice.

Scott scrambled to his feet, gripping his stick tighter. He wouldn't let one hit defeat him. Another player took a shot, and this time, everything slowed in Scott's vision. The ball flew toward him in what felt like slow motion. He tracked it effortlessly and caught it mid-air.

Gasps of surprise echoed from the bleachers. Lucian's eyes narrowed slightly,he knows that given time scott will soon turn into an ' true alpha' through his strong will and a thought began forming in his mind. Should I consider him for my pack? Because I am having some fun thoughts about Melissa 😈.

Scott caught three more consecutive shots with ease, stunning the players and the crowd alike. Stiles jumped to his feet, cheering loudly.

"Yes! That's my best friend!" he yelled, grinning from ear to ear.

Allison and Lydia clapped for the amazing performance shown by scott, their smiles widening with each save. Jackson Whittemore, standing in line to take his shot, noticed Lydia's admiration and felt a surge of jealousy.

"Let me show you how it's done," Jackson muttered, shoving his way to the front.

With a determined stride, he launched the ball at Scott with all his strength. But Scott, calm and focused, caught it effortlessly, barely moving.

The crowd erupted in cheers. Stiles beamed with pride, and even Lucian allowed a small smile to grace his face. Jackson, however, scowled and glanced up at the bleachers, his jaw tightening as he saw Lydia's admiration directed at Scott.

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Later that evening, Scott, Stiles, and Lucian wandered through the preserve. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows across the forest floor.

"Okay, that was insane," Stiles said, still buzzing with excitement. "You were like a freaking ninja out there!"

Scott, however, was deep in thought. "It wasn't just reflexes, Stiles. It felt like time slowed down. Like I had all the time in the world to catch those shots."

Lucian remained silent, he already understood what was really happening.

Scott continued, "And it's not just that. My hearing is sharper, my sense of smell is... different."

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "Different how?"

Scott pointed at Stiles. "Like right now, I can smell the mint mojito gum in your pocket."

Stiles patted his pockets, confused. "I don't have—" He paused, pulling out a single stick of gum. "Huh. Okay, that's weird."

Scott frowned. "It's like something's changing in me. What if it's some kind of infection from the bite? Flooding my body with adrenaline before I—"

"Die of shock?" Stiles finished, only half-serious.

Lucian chuckled softly. "Told you this morning—you're turning into a lycan."

Scott's eyes widened. "Is that… bad?"

"Oh, yeah," Stiles deadpanned. "It's the worst. But only on the full moon."

Scott froze, taking the comment seriously.

Stiles, unable to hold back, let out a howl, laughing along with Lucian. But Scott remained tense.

"I'm serious, guys. Something's wrong."

Stiles grinned. "I know! You're a werewolf!" He growled playfully. "Better start melting down silver for Friday."Scott knowing his friend was just joking shoked his head helplessly.

Scott's focus shifted. "We're near where I found the body last night."

The trio searched the area, but the body—and Scott's inhaler—were gone.

Stiles frowned. "Maybe the killer moved it."

Lucian's expression darkened. "We should leave. If the killer's nearby—"

"Yeah," Scott agreed, though his mind lingered on his missing inhaler. "But I hope they left my inhaler. Those things are expensive."

Before they could continue, a figure emerged from the shadows—a young man, early twenties, with a serious expression.

"What are you doing here this is a private property?" he demanded.

Scott, Stiles, and Lucian exchanged glances.

"Looking for my inhaler," Scott explained nervously.

The man reached into his pocket and tossed the inhaler to Scott without a word. His gaze lingered, intense and unsettling.

As he turned to leave, Stiles whispered, "That's Derek Hale. His family died in a fire like, ten years ago."

Lucian's eyes followed Derek. This is far from over. Then the trio left from there and Lucian told that he have some works so he would be parting with them. And so Lucian moves towards where no one is able to see him he then sensing no one was around him transformed into his normal form and started running towards Derek house.

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Derek's Burnt House

Lucian arrived at the charred remains of the Hale house. The air was thick with the scent of ash and memories long buried.

"Derek," Lucian called out, his voice steady knowing that Derek was still here because of his smell. "I know you're still here."

Derek emerged from the shadows, his expression one of calm and recognition. He was unable to figure out why this teenager boy is here."You…"

Suddenly Lucian's eyes shifted from black to crimson red. An Alpha.

Derek instinctively stepped back, fear mingling with anger. "Are you the one who killed my sister?"

Lucian's gaze remained calm. "No. But I know who did."

Derek's fists clenched. "Tell me."

Lucian tilted his head. "What's in it for me?"

Derek hesitated before replying, "Anything. Just tell me."

Lucian smiled. "Join my pack. I'll help you get your revenge."

Derek's eyes flickered with uncertainty. "Your pack?"

"Yes. You won't be at a disadvantage. I offer strength, loyalty… vengeance."

Derek's voice wavered. "Fine. I'll join your pack."

Lucian stepped closer, his presence imposing. "Are you sure?"

Derek swallowed hard. "Yes."

Ding... New member added to the pack.

Ding... Skill 'Brotherhood' activated.

Congratulations, host, for adding a werewolf to your pack.

Ding... Hidden achievement unlocked: First Werewolf Pack Member.

Lucian's smile deepened. "Welcome to the pack, Derek."