Reborn in Teen Wolf As An Original Hybrid

The moon hung low in the night sky, casting pale silver light over the quiet woods where Scott and Orion had agreed to meet. Scott paced nervously near the clearing, his breaths coming in uneven bursts. His mind raced as he replayed the events from earlier—the handshake, the piercing gaze, and the gut-wrenching realization.

Orion stood calmly a few feet away, leaning against a large tree with an air of unbothered ease. The light breeze rustled his dark, unkempt hair, and his arms were crossed loosely over his chest. He watched Scott with a patient, almost amused expression, as though waiting for the storm of words he knew was coming.

Finally, Scott stopped pacing and turned to face Orion, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. "You won't believe this," he began, his voice taut with urgency. "The hunters. Allison's dad—Chris Argent—he's one of them. He's the one who shot me in the woods!"

Orion's expression didn't change. He tilted his head slightly, his dark eyes glinting with something unreadable in the dim light. "I know," he said simply, his voice calm and measured.

Scott's heart skipped a beat. His eyes widened, and he took a step closer, his hands unclenching as he stared at Orion in disbelief. "You… you know?" he repeated, his voice rising slightly. "You knew, and you didn't tell me?"

Orion let out a long, quiet sigh, pushing himself off the tree with a graceful, fluid motion. He stood tall now, his presence imposing yet strangely calm. "I didn't see the need," he said with a shrug, his tone as casual as if they were discussing the weather.

Scott stared at him, his jaw tightening as his confusion turned to frustration. "You didn't see the need?" he echoed, his voice trembling. "Orion, he's a hunter! He's been trained to kill people like us—like me! He almost did kill me!"

Orion regarded him with a steady gaze, his lips curling into a faint, enigmatic smile. "Scott," he said, his tone laced with a peculiar mix of amusement and nostalgia. "I've known the Argents for centuries. I knew their ancestors—the ones who started the family line. And let me tell you, those were glorious days."

Scott blinked, his anger momentarily giving way to shock. He stepped back, his head shaking slightly as he struggled to process Orion's words. "What are you talking about?" he asked, his voice quieter now but still tinged with disbelief. "You knew them? The original Argents?"

Orion's smile deepened, and he began to pace slowly, his hands clasped behind his back. His movements were deliberate, almost theatrical, as if he were savoring the story he was about to tell. "Oh, yes," he said, his voice rich with nostalgia. "The Argents were fearless people—hunters unlike any you've seen today. They had honor, discipline, and an unshakable belief in their cause. They weren't just hunters; they were my friends."

Scott watched him, his frustration simmering beneath the surface. "That's great, Orion," he said, his tone biting. "But what does that have to do with me? With now? They're still trying to kill us!"

Orion stopped pacing and turned to face Scott, his expression softening slightly. "They're not trying to kill you," he said pointedly. "Not yet. Chris Argent doesn't even know what you are."

Scott clenched his fists again, his frustration bubbling over. "That's not the point!" he snapped. "The point is you knew, and you didn't warn me. You let me walk right into this without saying anything."

Orion tilted his head again, his dark eyes narrowing slightly as he studied Scott. "You're stronger than you think, Scott," he said, his voice calm but firm. "I didn't tell you because I wanted you to see it for yourself. To understand who the Argents are—and who you are."

Scott shook his head, his frustration giving way to a deep, sinking feeling of betrayal. "I trusted you," he said quietly, his voice heavy with emotion. "You're supposed to have my back. But instead, you… you let me walk into a trap."

Orion's expression softened further, and he took a step closer, his movements slow and deliberate. "Scott," he said gently, his voice steady, "I didn't let you walk into a trap. I let you see the truth. The hunters are part of this world, just as we are. And if you're going to survive—if you're going to protect the people you care about—you need to face them head-on."

Scott's shoulders sagged, his anger draining away as he processed Orion's words. He glanced down at the ground, his thoughts a whirlwind of fear, confusion, and determination.

Orion placed a hand on his shoulder, his grip firm but reassuring. "You'll be alright, Scott," he said, his voice low and steady. "You're stronger than you realize. And you're not alone."

Scott looked up, his eyes meeting Orion's. For a moment, he saw something in the older man's gaze—something ancient and unyielding, but also kind. He took a deep breath, nodding slowly as he tried to steady himself.

"Alright," he said finally, his voice quiet but resolute. "What do we do now?"

Orion's enigmatic smile returned, and he gave Scott's shoulder a reassuring squeeze. "Now," he said, his tone light but firm, "we prepare. Because if the Argents are in play, things are about to get a lot more interesting."