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Scott, Stiles, and Boyd distanced themselves from the pack house, heading toward the edge of the ranch. The rest of the pack followed closely, eager to watch the fight.
Scott stood facing the two and said. "Alright, I think you two idiots should shift into your full werewolf forms and go all out. Otherwise, this fight’s going to be painfully boring."
Stiles muttered. "Then how about you don’t shift? Fight us in your human form."
Scott shook his head. "Nope. You better brace yourselves for a good beating."
Boyd said. "Fine. But at least fight us for ten minutes in your human form before you shift."
Stiles added. "Yeah, and no using your shadow teleportation abili..."
Before he could finish, Scott vanished into a shadow and reappeared beside him, landing a solid kick that launched Stiles straight into Boyd. The two were sent flying several ters before crashing hard into the ground.
Scott cracked his knuckles and said. "Stop whining and fight."
Stiles groaned, clutching his side as he got up. "Damn, that hurt! You should at least give a guy a warning before attacking!"
Boyd opened his mouth to speak, but he saw Scott already moving in for another strike and instantly darted away from Stiles at full speed.
Stiles barely had ti to react before Scott’s fist was right in front of his face. "Wait, Sco..."
Too late.
Scott’s punch connected, sending Stiles flying once again, flipping midair before landing face-first with a thud.
Scott turned to Boyd. "You’ve got nine minutes left before I shift."
Boyd growled. "That wasn’t even a minute from when you started!"
Scott shrugged. "Felt like a minute to ."
Boyd didn’t waste ti arguing. He shifted into his full werewolf form, his massive body covered in dark grey fur, glowing red eyes, a wolf-like head, and a long tail. He stood a towering 2.5 ters tall. Using his earth abilities, Boyd ford an armor made of solid rock over his torso, then ford a giant rock hamr and charged at Scott.
Boyd, in his full werewolf form, was incredibly fast, but Scott matched his speed even in his human form. As Boyd’s rock hamr swung toward him, Scott sidestepped at the last second and delivered a sharp kick to Boyd’s leg, trying to take him down.
But Boyd didn’t fall. Instead, he retaliated instantly with a powerful kick.
Scott crossed his arms in front of him to block, and though he was sent flying backward, he flipped midair and landed smoothly, and flashed Boyd a grin. "Not bad."
Stiles groaned as he stood back up, rubbing his bloody nose. "Damn it, Scott! You broke my nose!"
Scott gave him an evil smile and charged at him.
Stiles yelped. "Wait, let shift first...!"
Just before Scott’s fist could connect again, he sensed danger and jumped away. Boyd’s hamr ca crashing down right where Scott had been.
Boyd said in a deep voice. "Stiles! Shift now! We can’t beat him, but maybe we can at least injure him before he shifts!"
Stiles nodded and transford into his full werewolf form, a 2.5-ter-tall beast with brown and white fur, glowing red eyes, and a wolf-like head and tail. Then he ignited his body in flas, activating his fire ability.
Stiles grinned. "Alright. Let’s go, Boyd. Let’s kick his ass."
The two of them attacked, but although Scott wasn’t as strong as they were in his human form, he was just as fast. With his ability to sense danger, Stiles and Boyd couldn’t land a hit on him. And although Scott landed a few hits, his strikes weren’t strong enough to truly harm them.
anwhile, the pack was watching the fight from not too far away. All their eyes were glowing to help them see, because Scott, Stiles, and Boyd were moving so fast, they had beco nothing but blurs. Ken and Braeden could only make out a glowing orange streak as Stiles darted around, while Scott and Boyd were completely invisible to their non-shifter eyes.
Ken glanced at Noshiko. "Can you see them?"
Noshiko squinted. "Barely."
Braeden turned to Derek. "What’s going on? Who’s winning?"
Derek answered, eyes following the fight. "The three of them have the sa speed, but sohow Stiles and Boyd can’t hit Scott. And while Scott can hit them, he can’t really hurt them in his human form."
Braeden frowned. "But if they’re the sa speed, why can’t they hit Scott?"
"Maybe he’s better at fighting." Derek suggested.
lissa shook her head. "No, that’s not it. Scott made us learn martial arts last year before you guys joined the pack. So I, Scott, Allison, Stiles, Lydia, Boyd, Erica, and Isaac have almost the sa skills in fighting."
Allison added. "They probably can’t hit him because of his danger-sensing ability."
Chris raised an eyebrow. "Danger-sensing ability? That’s a good one. Which creature did he get that from?"
Allison replied. "An Arachne."
Kira looked confused. "What’s an Arachne?"
"A spider shapeshifter." Allison explained. "The one Scott fought was a woman who could turn into a massive spider, with the torso of a human. She was actually going to eat Boyd before he joined the pack. If Scott and I weren’t driving by and saw them, Boyd might not be here right now."
Braeden muttered. "This town is seriously creepy."
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Back to the fight.
After fighting for a while, Scott distanced himself from Boyd and Stiles. "I think your ten minutes are up."
In his werewolf form, Stiles growled. "Be a man and let us hit you... I an, stop dodging and fight us like a man! And give us another ten... no, twenty minutes before you shift!"
Scott’s eyes glowed red, and fur began to grow along the sides of his face. He smirked at the two of them. "Okay, I’ll stop dodging. Let’s have a manly fight."
Stiles raised a clawed finger. "Wait. You should turn back to your normal human form."
Scott rolled his eyes. "Yeah, right." And with that, he used his shadow teleportation and vanished.
Boyd growled. "Stiles, turn your fire off. Let’s go back-to-back."
Stiles pulled back his fire ability and stood with Boyd, their backs touching. But Scott appeared above them.
Although Stiles and Boyd didn’t have Scott’s advanced danger-sensing ability, they still had a shapeshifter’s instincts. Their hair stood on end, and they both looked up—only to see a grinning Scott already descending.
It was too late to react.
Scott kicked them both in the snouts, sending them crashing to the ground. This ti, he managed to draw blood.
Stiles scrambled to his feet and lunged for Scott. Surprisingly, Scott let himself be grabbed.
Stiles held onto both of Scott’s arms and spun him around to face Boyd. "Quick! Hit him hard!"
Boyd smiled wickedly. He swung his rock hamr straight at Scott’s face. But just as the hamr was about to hit him, Scott teleported again—vanishing into the shadows.
Boyd’s hamr hit Stiles instead, sending him flying backward, but the huge rock hamr shattered into pieces.
Scott reappeared behind Boyd and kicked him hard in the back, launching him into Stiles, who had just gotten up.
Stiles shoved Boyd aside and stood, growling. "Scott! You said you wouldn’t dodge!"
Scott replied calmly. "Alright. You can attack. I promise I won’t dodge."
Stiles charged, aiming a massive punch at Scott’s face with his enlarged werewolf fist. Scott t it with his own. As their fists collided—one small, one huge—a shockwave burst outward from the force of impact.
Despite only being partially transford, Scott didn’t lose to Stiles in terms of strength.
Boyd joined the fray again, and together, he and Stiles launched blow after blow at Scott. This ti, Scott didn’t dodge a single attack. He t them head-on and blocked every strike, and they fought like that for a while.
After having his fun, Scott suddenly activated his thunder ability. Lightning crackled across his body, wrapping him in arcs of electric energy. He lunged forward, attempting to shock Boyd and Stiles, but to their surprise, the pain they expected never ca. The lightning only left them slightly numb, their bodies tingling but not damaged.
Before they could celebrate their unexpected resistance, Scott vanished in a burst of speed too fast for their eyes to follow.
He reappeared at a distance, looking at them with a smirk that made both of them shiver.
Stiles muttered. "Oh no. This is gonna hurt. Boyd, I think we have no chance of dodging this one; protect yourself!"
They both gritted their teeth and braced themselves. Boyd created a shield of rocks and held it in front of him, while Stiles crossed his arms to protect himself.
Scott moved like a thunderclap, attacking with lightning-like speed. His punch hit Boyd with such force that both the rock shield and the rock armor he was wearing shattered, launching him like a rocket into the woods. Then, Scott turned his attention to Stiles and, in the blink of an eye, struck him too—sending him flying backward.
Unfortunately for Stiles, he flew right toward the pack.
Derek and Chris stepped forward casually, and with perfectly tid kicks to his face, stopped his montum cold.
Derek smirked. "You’re welco."
Stiles groaned and sat up from the ground. "Screw you, man! You could’ve just stepped aside. You didn’t have to kick in the face!"
He winced and held his arm. "Ahhh... damn, my arm hurts. Scott’s punch almost broke it. Stupid Scott and his stupid thunder ability."
Chris chuckled. "Stiles... you might want to look behind you."
A shiver ran down Stiles’ spine. He turned slowly, and froze.
Behind him stood Scott, now in his full werewolf form, a towering 3-ter beast with sleek black fur and glowing red eyes.
Stiles imdiately panicked and shifted back into his human form—naked—and clung to Scott’s leg like a frightened child.
"Brother!" Stiles cried dramatically, fake tears in his eyes. "Please! Let go! I was just joking this morning about challenging you. You already tried the thunder thing, if you try it now in this form, you’re gonna punch to death!"
Scott looked down at him in disgust, then grabbed Stiles with one massive hand. In a deep, growling voice, he said. "Go tell Boyd the fight is over."
Stiles quickly nodded. "Oh, okay, okay! Just put down!"
Scott grinned with a wicked glint in his eyes. "Let help you fly there."
With that, he hurled Stiles through the air like he weighed nothing, launching him toward the woods where Boyd had crash-landed earlier.
As he soared, Stiles yelled. "Damn it, Scott! One day I’ll make you pay for this!"
Right before he hit the ground, Stiles flipped mid-air, landed on one knee, and struck a dab pose. "Safe." He announced.
Standing up, he looked around and spotted Boyd lying nearby—completely naked and face-down.
Stiles walked over, nudged him with his foot, and said. "Stop playing dead. Scott said the fight’s over."
Boyd imdiately stood up with a grin. "Then I should go find Cora and ask her if she can do what Scott and Allison were talking about earlier."
Stiles raised an eyebrow. "The wolf-girl thing?"
Boyd nodded. "Yeah."
Stiles laughed and slung an arm around Boyd’s shoulder. "Then let’s go! I’ll ask Malia too."
Boyd shoved him away in disgust. "Dude, we’re naked. Don’t touch . Stay away from ."
"Oh, right." Stiles said sheepishly. "Let’s go to the pack house and get dressed first."
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Back with Scott.
Still in his full werewolf form, Scott turned to face the pack.
"Alright, guys. I’m tired. I’m heading to sleep."
"Tired?" lissa raised an eyebrow. "Don’t you want dinner first?"
Scott smirked. "No. I’ll make sothing with my wolf-girl."
Without another word, he scooped Allison into his arms and vanished in a blur toward the lake house.
Chris clenched his teeth. "That little punk..."
But then he shook his head, smiled at Victoria, and said. "Tiger-gir... cough... I an, Victoria, let’s head ho too."
Victoria gave him a knowing smile. "Let’s go get the car."
But instead, Chris shifted into his full werewolf form, a 2.5-ter-tall silver beast, and swept Victoria into his arms.
"There’s no need for a car." He said. "Running is faster."
Then, just like Scott, he vanished in a blur of speed.
The rest of the pack watched silently, exchanging amused looks. They all understood what was going on, and one by one, they started walking back toward the pack house with knowing smiles.
Ken wants to have so fun with his fox girl too, so he winked at his wife, Noshiko smiled, and turned to Kira and said. "Kira, you should spend the night here. With your pack."
Kira blushed. "Okay." She said softly, not daring to et her parents’ eyes.
lissa chid in. "Then Alan and I are going to spend the night at his place. Goodnight, everyone."
With that, lissa, Deaton, Noshiko, and Ken left.
Derek and Braeden were next. As they got into his car, Braeden glanced at him with a smirk and asked. "Do you want to go buy so wolf ear headband?"
Derek coughed. "If... you want to."
Braeden grinned. "Then drive to town."
Cora looked at Lydia and said. "Lydia, you should take Kira to your mom’s place tonight. Trust , you don’t want to spend the night at the pack house right now."
Then she grabbed Malia by the arm, and the two of them headed to the pack house to look for Boyd and Stiles.
Isaac took Erica’s hand and said. "Let’s go to my old house. I really don’t want to hear Stiles moaning all night."
Lydia rolled her eyes, snorted, and stomped her foot. "Perverts! Everyone’s a pervert!"
Then her gaze shifted to Aiden. She narrowed her eyes, looked him up and down, and shook her head. "Nope. Kira, let’s go to my house."
Aiden stood alone for a mont, staring at the pack house.
Then he sighed and thought to himself. ’I should find sowhere else to sleep tonight... and maybe find a girlfriend. Lydia’s beautiful, but she’s so an, and I don’t think i can handle her. Anyway... I need to go eat sothing, I’m starving.’
He climbed onto his bike and drove toward town.
To be continued... 😊
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