Fallon was cleaning his hands with a rag as he stood beside an old car, a 1969 Chevy Camaro. The afternoon sunlight streamed through the garage windows highlighted the dusty motes dancing around him. He'd just finished replacing the car's timing belt and was taking a moment to admire his handiwork.

'No doubt the owner's gonna be thrilled,' he thought with a soft chuckle. A gruff redhead man walked over and Fallon looked at him.

It was Joe McKinney. He nodded in approval and patted Fallon's back. The boy smiled and he looked back at the Camaro.

Just then, a brunette girl poked her head out from under the hood of a nearby car, her hair tied back in a ponytail, her face smudged with grime. "Hey, Fallon, can you take a look at this engine? I'm stumped," she sighed.

Fallon grinned, "sure thing, Em. Let's take a look." As he walked over to Emily's workstation, he noticed a brunette man, Lou, tinkering with a vintage motorcycle in the corner of the garage, his face hidden behind a pair of goggles. Mac was nowhere to be seen, most likely out on a parts run or grabbing a snack from the vending machine.

Emily gestured to the engine, "I've tried everything, but I can't figure out why it's overheating. I've checked the coolant, the radiator, everything."

Fallon leaned in, his eyes scanning the engine. He traced the hoses, checked the water pump and examined the cylinder head. Then he spotted something peculiar.

"Em, did you notice this?" He asked, pointing to a small crack in the engine block. Emily peered closer, her brow furrowed, "no. I missed that. What does it mean?"

Fallon's eyes narrowed. "It means we've got a serious problem. This engine needs some serious work."

A strawberry blonde man, Mac, walked into the garage, chowing down on some Doritos. "Hey, guys. What engine?"

"Impeccable timing as always, Mac," Fallon chuckled, "Emily's got an overheating issue, and I just found a crack in the engine block."

Mac's eyes widened, his mouth still full of Doritos. "Whoa, that's not good. You're gonna need some serious magic to fix that one, Fallon," he said, his voice muffled by chips.

Emily rolled her eyes good-naturedly and she playfully nudged him with her elbow, "hey, watch it, Mac. Fallon's a master mechanic. Not a magician."

Fallon shook his head with a chuckle. "Actually, I think I've got an idea. Mac, can you grab me that new welding torch we just got in?" He asked, his mind already racing with the repair. Mac nodded, still munching on his snack, and headed to the storage room.

As Mac walked away, Emily turned to Fallon, her expression curious. "What've you got in mind, Fallon?"

"I think I can weld a patch in there, reinforce the block. It'll take some finesse, but I think we can save this engine."

Emily nodded, impressed. "You're a genius, Fallon. Let's get to work!" Mac walked over with the welding torch.

Then a blue truck drove up to the property. Fallon, Emily, Mac and Lou looked over at it.

"Whose truck is that?" Fallon asked curiously. "Oh, you haven't seen him before," Lou replied, "that's John Otto's truck. He's one of Joe's friends. I think he's also some kind of hunter."

"Hunter?" Fallon repeated, furrowing his eyebrows. Lou shrugged, "I saw a crossbow strapped to his back last I saw him."

The truck door opened and a twenty-two year old man stepped out. He had black hair and deep blue eyes. He was wearing hunter gear.

Joe emerged from his office, a warm smile on his face. "John! Good to see you, my friend." He walked towards the truck, extending a hand. John Otto shook it firmly, his deep blue eyes crinkling at the corners as he smiled.

"Joe, it's been too long," John said, his voice low and smooth. "I see you're still keeping busy with the garage."

Joe nodded, gesturing towards the building. "You know it. Can't let these young folks get all the work done without me." He winked at Fallon, Emily, Mac, and Lou, who were watching the exchange with interest.

John's gaze flicked over to them, his eyes lingering on Fallon for a moment before returning to Joe. "I see you've got some new faces around here."

Joe nodded, clapping John on the back. "Yeah, let me introduce you. But first, come on into my office. We've got some catching up to do."

As Joe and John walked towards the office, Fallon felt a shiver run down his spine. There was something about John that made him uneasy, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He pushed the feeling aside, focusing on the task at hand. "Alright, Em, let's get back to work on that engine."

Emily nodded, her eyes sparkling with curiosity. "I wonder what John's doing here."

Mac leaned in, his voice low. "I heard he's some kind of werewolf hunter."

Fallon's eyes widened, his heart racing. Werewolf hunter? What did that even mean? He shook his head, despite the uneasiness settling in his gut.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, Joe and John emerged from the office, their conversation wrapping up. Joe clapped John on the back, and they exchanged a nod before John headed back to his truck.

"Alright, folks! Closing time!" Joe announced, his voice carrying across the garage. "Great work today, everyone. Let's get cleaned up and head on out."

Fallon, Emily, Mac, and Lou began wrapping up their tasks, putting away tools and covering the cars. Fallon couldn't help but sneak a glance at John's truck as he drove away, wondering what had brought him to the garage.

"Any of you got any plans?" Mac asked. "I've got to head to my second job tonight," Lou replied.

"I'm just heading home," Fallon replied, trying to ignore the sense of unease that lingered in the back of his mind.

"Hey, Em, want to grab some dinner at the diner?" Mac asked, breaking the silence. Emily nodded, and they started walking towards the diner, the evening air crisp and cool. Fallon fell into step beside them, his eyes scanning the shadows.

Why did it feel like they were being watched?

"So Fallon! How's your brother? I haven't seen him since he was, what, fourteen?" Fallon asked curiously. Fallon looked at her and chuckled, "he's sixteen now. He's in RPHS."

"Damn, really?" Mac whistled, astonished and he smiled, "that's great, Fallon. How's your mom?"

"She's alright," Fallon chuckled, "she's been doing pretty good for the past few days. I'll see you guys tomorrow."

"See ya, man!" Mac chirped happily and Emily waved. Fallon walked down the street, shoving his hands in his pockets as he made a beeline towards his family's house.

He sighed heavily before he saw Phelan sitting on the porch steps.

"Hey, little brother," he greeted, "everything alright?" "Yeah," Phelan looked at him, "I told Mom that my class was going on a field trip to the forest."

Fallon cocked an eyebrow, "really? And what'd she say?" "She said to be careful," Phelan chuckled, "and to have fun." He rested his head on Fallon's shoulder, "wish you could come with."

"Heh, I know," Fallon sighed, wrapping an arm around his brother's shoulders. Phelan smiled.

Summer looked over at them from the kitchen and she smiled softly. She walked to her room and she went inside. She walked over to the dresser and when she opened the top drawer, she took out a picture of her and a man in his forties. The two of them were in their wedding attire.

Summer's eyes saddened and she ran her thumb over the man's face. "I wish you could watch your sons grow, Conan. I... I want so badly to tell them but... I can't. I'm sorry but I can't," she whispered, resting her head on her arm, a small tear running down her cheek.

In the forest, a seven foot tall Gray Wolf walked through down a path. The sounds of crickets filled the air but the wolf ignored the noise as it walked to a large house. The bricks were painted dark blue and the roof was golden. There was a moon symbol on the center of it.

The wolf walked into it before it transformed into Timber. He walked over to a statue of a woman who was holding a moon above her head and wolf-like statues were sitting around her, staring at her.

He knelt down in front of it. "...Lady Lunaris," he murmured, "the time is coming. Fallon and Phelan are going to end up in the middle of this. In a world of werewolves. I fear that they aren't ready yet."

There wasn't an answer, not that he expected one of course. He pursed his lips into a tight line and he let out a heavy sigh.

"I know you're there, guys," he said. A sixteen year old boy and a nineteen year old girl walked into the house.

"So... I heard you ran into Phelan," the girl, Paige, started, shoving her hands in her pockets.

"Yeah," Timber sighed as he pushed himself to his feet, "Tala was with him." "Why does she never tell us these things?" The boy, Shade, frowned.

"I don't know," Timber replied. And frankly, he was too tired to really care. "Let's go back," he said, "I'll tell the leaders."

Paige and Shade nodded before the three walked out of the house and into the darkness of the forest.