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Kapitel 11: Chapter 11: The Thrill of the First Fight

Scott's eyes gleamed as he stared at the ghoul before him. The creature snarled, its white eyes gleaming with hunger, its putrid stench filling the air. Scott could hear its low growls, the tension in its muscles as it prepared to lunge. Despite the looming danger, Scott wasn't scared. In fact, he felt a rush of excitement. His heart pounded with anticipation, not fear. This was his first real fight since coming to this world, and while he hadn't gone through his first full moon yet and couldn't fully shift, he had enough power to handle this. He was certain of it.

His claws extended from his fingers—sharp, deadly weapons that glistened in the fading light. They felt foreign but familiar at the same time, like an old instinct waking up inside him. He flexed his hands, testing them, before turning his attention back to the ghoul.

"Alright, let's see what you've got," Scott muttered under his breath, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

Behind him, Stiles was practically glued to a tree, his face a mix of terror and disbelief. "Uh, Scott? You sure you don't want Derek to help with this one?" His voice cracked slightly.

Scott glanced over his shoulder, giving Stiles a reassuring smile. "Relax, Stiles. I've got this."

Derek, on the other hand, wasn't as easy to dismiss. He stood a few feet away, arms crossed, his jaw clenched in frustration. He didn't like being told to stay out of a fight, especially one involving a monster. But Scott had insisted, and now Derek was watching, his eyes burning with disbelief and anger.

"You're not ready for this, kid," Derek growled. "You don't even know how to fully shift yet."

Scott shrugged, his eyes never leaving the ghoul, which was circling him like a predator. "Don't need to shift to handle this guy. He's not as tough as he looks."

The ghoul let out a guttural snarl, then pounced. It moved with a speed that would have caught most people off guard, but Scott was already in motion. He ducked low, his wolf senses sharpening, and swiped his claws across the ghoul's side. The creature yelped, stumbling back, but its wounds began to heal almost instantly, the torn flesh knitting itself together with a sickening squelch.

"Well, that's annoying," Scott muttered, though his grin only widened.

The ghoul lunged again, swiping its razor-sharp claws at Scott's torso. He dodged most of the blows, but one caught him across the arm, drawing blood. The pain was sharp, but brief. Scott glanced at the wound as it began to close up almost as fast as the ghoul's had. The thrill of it all sent a jolt of adrenaline through him. This was it—his first real taste of what it meant to be a werewolf. His body was adapting, healing, and growing stronger with every second.

"Okay, that's great," Scott said, marveling at the speed of his recovery.

The ghoul roared in frustration and lunged again. This time, Scott didn't dodge. He met the creature head-on, their bodies clashing in a flurry of claws and teeth. The ghoul's claws scraped against Scott's chest, but he barely felt it. He was in control. He felt invincible. Scott's claws found their mark again and again, tearing through the ghoul's tough, gray skin. The creature staggered back, clearly hurt but still healing rapidly.

Stiles, who had been silent for most of the fight, suddenly found his voice. "Dude! You're totally kicking its ass! I mean, seriously, that thing's like some kind of death zombie, and you're just—" Stiles paused, waving his hands wildly in the air, "—*destroying* it!"

Scott smirked, never taking his eyes off the ghoul. "It's not over yet, Stiles."

Derek watched the battle with narrowed eyes, his earlier anger slowly giving way to something else—surprise, maybe even respect. This kid—this *Scott*—wasn't just some amateur playing with powers he didn't understand. He was fighting with a confidence and skill that Derek hadn't expected. For someone who hadn't even gone through their first full moon, Scott was handling himself far better than most new werewolves would. In fact, Derek was starting to realize that Scott might actually be stronger than him.

The thought made Derek uneasy.

Scott, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. Every punch, every slash of his claws felt more natural. He moved with precision, adapting quickly to the ghoul's speed and strength. The ghoul wasn't as powerful as Scott, but it was fast, its healing ability making the fight last longer than it normally would. But Scott didn't mind. He was enjoying himself.

With a sudden burst of speed, the ghoul lunged for Scott's throat, its jaws snapping inches away from his skin. Scott sidestepped and countered with a swipe of his claws across the ghoul's back, sending it crashing to the ground. The creature scrambled to its feet, but Scott was faster. He grabbed the ghoul by the neck and slammed it into the dirt with enough force to shake the ground.

The ghoul writhed, trying to break free, but Scott held it down effortlessly. His grin widened. "I think I've had enough fun for one day."

He raised his claws and, with a swift, precise motion, plunged them into the ghoul's chest. The creature let out a final, pitiful screech before going limp, its body dissolving into ash as Scott's claws tore through its heart.

Silence fell over the clearing.

Scott stood over the pile of ash that had once been the ghoul, breathing heavily but grinning like a kid who had just won his favorite video game.

"That… was *awesome*!" Scott declared, his voice filled with excitement.

Stiles, who had been watching with wide eyes, finally relaxed, letting out a nervous laugh. "Dude, that was insane! You just—just *killed* that thing! Like it was nothing!"

Scott turned to him, still grinning. "Told you I had it under control."

Derek, however, wasn't as enthusiastic. He stepped forward, his gaze hard, though there was an edge of wariness to it now. "You're stronger than I thought."

Scott raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying the compliment. "You sound surprised."

Derek's eyes narrowed. "I am. You're not like any new werewolf I've seen before. You shouldn't be able to control your powers this well."

Scott shrugged, his claws retracted back into his fingers. "I guess I'm just built different."

Stiles snorted. "Yeah, 'different' is one way to put it."

Derek's expression darkened. "You don't know what you're getting yourself into, kid. This isn't a game."

Scott met his gaze, his smile fading into something more serious. "I know exactly what I'm getting into, Derek. More than you think."

For a moment, Derek stared at him, unsure what to make of this new, confident werewolf. He had expected some scared kid, barely able to handle the reality of being a werewolf. But this Scott… there was something off about him, something *more*. And Derek didn't know whether that was a good thing or not.

But Scott didn't seem concerned. In fact, he looked like he was still riding the high of the fight.

He glanced at Stiles and Derek, his grin returning as the adrenaline still buzzed in his veins. "That was one of the most exciting things I've ever done. If this is what being a werewolf is like, I think I'm gonna enjoy it."

Stiles let out a relieved laugh, shaking his head. "You're nuts, man. But yeah, that was pretty cool."

Scott turned back to the pile of ash, his smile fading slightly as he thought about what had just happened. The ghoul wasn't supposed to be here. This wasn't part of the Teen Wolf story he knew. Something was changing the timeline—and he was going to figure out what.

But for now, he was just happy to have won his first real fight.

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Kapitel 12: Chapter 12: Friendship

Ash swirled in the air, still settling from the battle. Scott's chest heaved with the remnants of adrenaline, and he felt more alive than ever. But as the dust cleared and reality began to settle in, Derek's eyes, sharp and calculating, flicked from the remains of the ghoul back to Scott.

"How do you know my name?" Derek's voice was low, suspicious. His tone made it clear he wasn't in the mood for games. There was an edge to him now, a defensiveness that had little to do with what just transpired and more to do with the wounds that time hadn't yet healed.

Stiles fidgeted next to Scott, shifting awkwardly before finally breaking the silence. "Uh, I know about you because of, you know, the fire. The one that killed your family." Stiles hesitated, his voice softening. "It was a pretty big deal around here."

Derek's eyes darkened, his expression unreadable. The mention of the fire, the tragedy that had stolen nearly everything from him, was like reopening an old wound. He clenched his fists, but he didn't say anything.

Scott, sensing the tension, stepped in. "I know about you because of the fire too," he said, his tone sincere. His gaze met Derek's, and for a brief moment, the bravado Scott usually wore so comfortably softened. "I'm really sorry about what happened to your family."

For a few seconds, there was only the sound of the wind rustling through the trees. The words hung in the air between them, laden with a weight that even Scott couldn't brush off easily. Derek's face remained impassive, though there was a flicker of something in his eyes—grief, anger, perhaps even gratitude. But whatever it was, he swallowed it down quickly.

The atmosphere felt thick with unspoken emotions, and Scott, never one to dwell in awkward silences, decided to change the subject. He glanced back at the pile of ash that was once the ghoul and raised an eyebrow at Derek.

"Have you ever seen one of those before?" Scott asked, motioning toward the remains.

Derek blinked, clearly relieved by the shift in conversation. "No," he admitted, his arms uncrossing as he relaxed slightly. "I've never seen one, but I've heard stories. My mother told me about ghouls once. They're rare, but dangerous. They feed on human flesh, and their stench gives them away long before they attack." He glanced at the spot where the ghoul had stood, frowning. "But I've never encountered one before today."

"Guess it's a good thing I was here then, huh?" Scott quipped, flashing Derek a confident grin.

Derek shot him a sharp look but didn't respond. He was still wary of Scott, uncertain of this teenage werewolf who seemed to wield power beyond what he should have.

Scott, sensing Derek's mistrust but not particularly bothered by it, clapped his hands together. "Well, it's been fun, Derek. I'm sure we'll see each other around." Without waiting for a response, he turned and nodded toward Stiles. "Let's go, Stiles."

As they walked away, Stiles glanced back at Derek, who was still watching them with narrowed eyes. "He doesn't like us, does he?"

Scott shrugged, completely unconcerned. "Eh, he'll come around."

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "You sound pretty sure of that."

"I am," Scott replied, his tone full of that easy confidence he'd grown into since arriving in this world. "Derek's tough, but he's not the enemy. We'll need him at some point. He just needs to learn that I'm not like the other werewolves he's met."

Stiles snorted. "Yeah, no kidding. You're like a cheat code for this whole supernatural business."

Scott grinned, but it faded slightly as his thoughts shifted. They were heading toward the clinic, but Scott's mind was already elsewhere—thinking about the future, about the dangers that lay ahead. He glanced at Stiles, who was humming some tune under his breath, seemingly oblivious to the gravity of what was coming.

"Hey, Stiles," Scott said suddenly, his voice more serious than it had been all day.

Stiles stopped humming and looked over at him, frowning. "What's up?"

Scott hesitated for a second, trying to find the right words. "Things are going to get a lot scarier. I mean, what just happened with the ghoul? That's just the beginning." His voice grew more intense. "There are going to be more monsters, more threats. And I'm not going to hold back. I'll do whatever it takes to protect the people I care about. Even if it means killing."

Stiles blinked, taken aback by the sudden seriousness in Scott's voice. "Killing?" he repeated, his voice uncertain. "You mean, like, actually—"

"Yes." Scott's voice was firm, and there was no hesitation in his eyes. "I won't hesitate to kill anyone who threatens my friends or family. You need to know what you're getting into by sticking with me. If you're not okay with that, I need to know now."

For a moment, Stiles said nothing. He stared at Scott, his expression unreadable. Then, in true Stiles fashion, he broke the tension with a dramatic sigh, throwing his arms up in mock frustration. "Wow. First, you turn into a badass werewolf, and now you're talking about killing people. And what? You think that just because you're a badass now, you're gonna dump me as your best friend?"

Scott blinked, surprised by Stiles' response. "What? No, that's not—"

But Stiles wasn't done. He put on his best wounded expression, clutching his chest theatrically. "Oh, I see how it is! You get all wolfy and tough, and suddenly, poor little human Stiles isn't good enough anymore. Is that it?"

Scott couldn't help but burst out laughing at Stiles' over-the-top dramatics. "That's not what I'm saying, and you know it!"

Stiles dropped the act and grinned. "Yeah, I know. But you're not getting rid of me that easily, Scott. Friends till death, remember?"

Scott's laughter faded, and his expression grew serious again. "Stiles, I'm being serious. I need to know if you're okay with the fact that I might have to kill people. Bad people, sure. But still…"

Stiles' grin softened into something more sincere. He met Scott's gaze, his tone more grounded now. "Scott, as long as you're not out there murdering innocent people, I'm with you. We've been through too much for me to walk away now. So yeah, I'm okay with it. You protect the people you love, and I'll be there to help, however I can."

Scott let out a breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. Relief washed over him. He had known Stiles would understand, but hearing him say it out loud made all the difference.

"Thanks," Scott said quietly, his voice full of gratitude. "I don't think I could do this without you."

Stiles grinned again, his usual cheeky confidence back in place. "Obviously. Who else is going to keep your werewolf butt in check?"

Scott chuckled, and for a moment, the heavy mood lifted. But then, as they neared the clinic, Scott's thoughts shifted back to the future.

"So… about that bite," Scott said, glancing over at Stiles. "You still want it?"

Stiles was silent for a moment, thinking. Then, with a half-smile, he said, "I'll take it. But not now. Give me until summer break. That way, I'll have time to train and figure it out without school getting in the way."

Scott nodded, respecting Stiles' decision. "Alright, summer it is. But until then, you're gonna be my sidekick."

Stiles gasped dramatically, clutching his chest again. "*Sidekick*? Excuse me, sir! I think you mean 'partner-in-crime,' thank you very much."

Scott laughed, shaking his head. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, Stiles."

As they reached the clinic, Stiles stopped the car and turned to Scott, his grin fading slightly. "Seriously though, Scott. You're not alone in this. We've got each other's backs. Always."

Scott met his gaze, the weight of everything settling on his shoulders. But he didn't feel overwhelmed by it. Stiles' words were a reminder that no matter how dangerous things got, no matter how dark the path ahead seemed, he wasn't walking it alone.

"I know," Scott said quietly, smiling at his best friend. "And I'm glad."

With that, Scott stepped out of the car, watching as Stiles drove off, leaving him in front of the animal clinic. As he walked inside to start his shift, his thoughts returned to the fight with the ghoul, Derek's wariness, and Stiles' unwavering loyalty.

There was danger ahead—more than they could ever imagine. But Scott was ready.

And he wasn't afraid.

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