Scott watched his friends in the weight room from the corner. He was still soar from the chewing out his dad gave him.

He heard a loud grunt and a string of swears, wadding his attention over to the bench.

A muscular teen, maybe six feet or so, was struggling to lift a weight that had too much on it. His friends were trying to help, but they couldn't budge it.

He was going to walk over and help until he saw Kirstie approaching them. With one hand, she effortlessly lifted the weight and placed it on the rack.
"Think with your brain, not your dick." She stated, walking away.

The jocks stared at her in awe, all wondering how the hell one small girl could do what five large boys couldn't.

Scott held back a snicker when one of the girls glared at her, earning a blank stare in return.
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"I don't understand. That thing was way to big to just be a teenager." Scott rambled.
"Uh huh, that's great and all, but why are you telling me?" Kirstie raised a brow.

Scott stopped talking and frowned.
"Because what if that guy was like us?" He whispered.
"You wouldn't smelled it if her were, dipshit." Kirstie glared.
"Why are you such a rude person?" Scott frowned.

Kirstie rolled her eyes and took a long sip of her water.
"Because I don't have the time to deal with werewolves that don't understand the real world." She replied, finally.
"Hey. I know enough about it." Scott frowned.

Kirstie glared at him.
"Have you ever watched a hunter dismember an elder werewolf just because she existed? She was eighty-six. She was a grandmother and a valued member of the community. She's never hurt a fly but they didn't care.-"

Scott's eyes widened, scared he'd struck a nerve.

"That's what they do. They kill our kind simply because they're scared of what we can do. Doesn't matter if that person is a child or an elderly woman. They'll kill them." Kirstie finished, tears brimming in her eyes.

Scott felt horrible. He never knew that hunters did stuff like this. He never knew Kirstie had gone through something like this.
"I-I'm so sorry." He whispered.
"Don't worry about it. It got over it in time. Now, I use the image of my grandmother's severed head as a symbol to survive." Kirstie sighed, running a hand through her hair.

Scott opened his mouth to speak, but the sound of a loud 'thwack' gathered he and Kirstie's attention.
"It seems you both didn't learn your lesson from last detention. Would you like another, Ms. Maldonaldo and Mr. Hoying?" The booming voice of the teacher spoke.

Kirstie glared at the teacher while Scott rapidly shook his head.
"No, sir." He quipped.
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"I'm gonna snap his neck." She growled, slamming her locker closed.
"We can't do that." Scott scolded.
"Morally? No. Physically? Hell fucking yeah."

The two walked down the hallways, exiting the building alongside the other teenagers.
"So have you thought about my offer?" Scott asked, crossing his fingers behind his back.
"I can smell the anxiety radiating from you which means that this is important. So what exactly does this pack thing require from me?" Kirstie replied.

Scott opened his mouth to speak, but he saw someone that caught his eye.

It was the boy from the woods last night. He had a large bruise on his temple, but he seemed normal overall. As if he didn't see a six foot three teenager with yellow glowing eyes and sharp fangs.

Kirstie followed Scott line of sight and then turned back around, ignoring him.
"He's fine.... I think." She said, peeking a glance at him again.

The more Scott watched the boy, the weirder he saw him acting. He was limping slightly and he was much more pale than he was when he tackled him in the woods.
"Hey." Scott tapped Kirstie's shoulder and nodded to the boy." Does he look different from last night to you?"

Kirstie didn't look; She simply shrugged.
"Don't know, don't care. I didn't even take him home. I left him on the highway and hoped he remembered where he lived." She stated, starting to walk away.

Scott couldn't place it, but he saw something was off. Like he was sick or something.
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Scott stalked the boy as he tried out for the football team. Even though he was pale and thin, he was doing surprisingly well.

Almost too well.

Scott was paying so little attention he didn't notice the ball hurling for his head until it knocked him over.
"Oomph~!" He groaned, tumbling to the ground.

A collection of laughs and gasps filled the air before footsteps rushed over to him.
"You alright?" A voice asked.

Scott squinted, his blurry vision starting to clear. He could see the boy he was practically stalking extending a hand to him.
"Yeah. Uh... yes, I'm fine." He said, accepting the hand and getting up.

"I'm sorry. I, uh... I didn't see you there." The boy softly laughed, rubbing the back of his head.
"Don't sweat it. I'm just spacey today." Scott replied, chuckling also.

"Ly... Lyn... L! Get back over here!" The football coach's booming voice startled the two.
"It's Lyngheiõr!" The boy shouted back." See ya around." He said to Scott before jogging back onto the field.

"The sexual tension." Kirstie's voice startled Scott.
"W-What?" Scott stammered.
"That little exchange. It's obvious you want to fuck him." Kirstie smirked.
"No! I- ah forget it." Scott decided to give up.

There was a brief silence.
"Follow me." Kirstie finally spoke again.
"What?" Scott asked.
"Come on." Kirstie said, walking towards the back of the school where no one seemed to go.

Once they found a place that was out of earshot, Kirstie turned to Scott.
"I know what you meant when you said that guy was weird. He's all sickly and shit but he was acting perfectly fine. He also had an off scent. Usually, scents are fuming and distantly smelled. But his, we had to be closer to smell him. I know you smelled it when he was near you." She said.

Scott gave a frown of thought. Now that he focused on it, he couldn't smell the guy until he was close to him. He just never thought anything of it because he would mix everyone's scent in as a collective.

"You know it. I suggest you keep your distance from him. Whatever the reason, it isn't normal. It's supernatural." Kirstie spoke, beginning to walk away.
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Scott sighed as he entered the house, dropping his bag at the door.
"Dad! I need to ask you something!" He shouted into the house.

Rick took a while, but he eventually ascended the stairs and raised a brow at his son.
"What?" He asked.
"I need to know something. I don't know how to start off so I'll say what I've got confirmed so far." Scott started.

Rick nodded to the living room, walking over to his chair and sitting down.
"What's up, son?" He asked.

Scott took a seat on the sectional and sighed.
"You know a lot about supernatural creatures, right?" He asked.
"Of course." Rick confirmed.
"Is there a kind of creature that has a hard to smell scent?" He asked.

Rick frowned in thought, digging into his mind to find the answer.
"Probably. You'll need to ask your mother for the beastiary if you want to find it." Rick nodded, leaning back into his chair.

Scott nodded a little, preparing to stand.
"Hey, son?" Rick asked.
"Yeah?" Scott asked, sitting up.
"What does the scent smell like?"

Scott furrowed his eyebrows as he thought.
"I can't place it. It's like a mixture of water and something strong but faint."

Rick sighed at Scott explanation, standing up.
"Kiddo. Go get some rest and you can try to find out more tomorrow. Alright?" Scott nodded gently and headed upstairs.

The entire night, Scott kept trying to place the scent. He knew he smelled something like it before, he just couldn't remember what.
"What am I doing? I can't figure anything out if I can't sleep." He thought to himself.

He forced his eyes closed and tried counting sheep, but even that wasn't enough to put him to sleep. So he crawled out of bed and snuck downstairs.

He crept down the hallway, holding his breath as he saw the room he was looking for. He could see a small flicker of light at the bottom of the door. He couldn't hear any heartbeats, however, so he gently opened the door.

The room was filled with books and there was a small lamp that was flickering on an off in the middle. Scott felt himself relax when it was confirmed he wasn't caught.
"What are you doing?" A voice quickly said, startling Scott.
"Ah~!" Scott screamed.

Connie, Scott's mother, was standing in the doorway with her robe on, hands on her hips.
"I, uh..." Scott slowly trailed off.
"Your Rick told me about what you asked him. If you wanted the beastiary, you could've just asked, Scott." She said, entering the room and turning off the lamp.

"Mom? Why'd you turn it off?" Scott asked.
"Because we can see in the dark, Scott." Connie said, her eyes glowing gold.
"Oh.... right." Scott said, his eyes glowing also.

The two walked around the room until Connie stopped in front of a wall in the back. She extended her claws and stabbed them into it, turning her hand clockwise.
"You're grandparents were determined scholars and werewolves. Any creature in any sort of mythology was something they chased after. Some were real and some were just stories, but mostly they were real. Stories from ancestors who witnessed a supernatural event or spotted a supernatural creature and decided to tell of it." Connie started.

A small section of the wall opened and she reached in, pulling out a large book and a smaller object.

Once they reached the table, Connie placed the book down.
"Scott. Before we open this, you have to tell me. Is there something specific about the scent you picked up on?" She asked.

Scott frowned in thought. Not this again.
"Yeah, but I can't place what it smelled like exactly." Scott sighed.
"Do your best." Connie said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.

Scott nodded gently.
"When I smell it, I get the same weird feeling I get when I see a snake. Like it should be strong and rough, but it's faint and smooth." Scott said.

Connie nodded a little before opening the book. She flipped through what seemed to be thousands of pages before she found something.
"There are many supernatural serpents and serpentine creatures. You'll need to make a check list after you review these. It's a good thing that your grand parents labeled by animal resemblance and not alphabetically or chronologically." Connie said, pointing to the small index that was label Serpents' on top.

Scott nodded, his eyes wide being as he went down the list. There were a lot. Maybe about twenty or so, but the names were completely illegible. Different languages and junk. Only two or three were in English.
"Scott." Connie grabbed Scott's hand before he could touch the book." If its evil, you must tell us. You're not ready to fight yet."

Scott scoffed and pulled his hand away.
"I'm perfectly capable of fighting."
"Scott." Connie hushed firmly." Promise me that if you find out whatever it is is evil you'll tell us."

Scott's jaw tightened in frustration, but he responded with a stiff nod before he grabbed the book and exited the pitch black room.

All night long, Scott skimmed through every serpent he could within eight hours and just as he was about to doze off, his alarm clock started to blare.
"Fuck." He groaned, groggily leaning against his desk.

He felt his eyes become even more heavy. He closed them and woke up when he smashed his face on the desk.
"Crap. Alright... Wake up." Scott talked to himself.