The search

The Leds had done it! They had secured the win by the skin of their teeth. It was a hard-fought victory, with both teams giving it their all until the very end.

The players had collapsed to the ground, gasping for breath, sweat dripping down their faces. They had left everything out on the field, and it showed. The fans were ecstatic, flooding the field, waving their team's flags, and chanting their names. It was a moment they would never forget.

The tension that had filled the air for the entire match had finally been released, replaced by a sense of relief and jubilation. The Leds had pulled off an incredible win, against all odds. The joy on the faces of the players and fans alike was contagious, spreading throughout the stadium like wildfire.

As the players hugged each other and celebrated their victory, the fans continued to cheer them on, refusing to let the energy of the moment die down. This was a win that would be remembered for weeks to come, a testament to the hard work and determination of The Leds.

As the stadium began to empty, the players made their way off the field, arms raised in triumph. They had given it their all, and it had paid off. They knew that this was just the beginning and that there were more challenges ahead, but for now, they could revel in the glory of their hard-earned victory. All except a duo.

Stiles amongst the celebrants had been looking for Scott since the end of the match because he was worried his friend would do something unintended, revealing who or what he was. Alisson on the other side of the field was looking for the same person, but for a different reason. Earlier that night before the start of the second half, she had met up with both Scott and Stiles, encouraging them both and then requesting to speak to Scott privately

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"Are you ok?" she asked, worry eminent on her face.

"Yeah, I am good." He tried to make his interaction with her as short as he could without sounding cold or distant. He felt happy she was looking out for him, but he didn't want a repeat of their first indirect contact; her first day at school.

"You looked on edge during the match, something you want to you know... share ?" She asked her face covered with so much innocence, Scott found himself wanting to squeeze her cheeks to calm himself down.

"Its ok, everything's good now, thanks for reaching out." He replied raising his head but didn't try to meet her eyes. He returned his head to his former position; hanging it and making his back semi-hunched. Alisson tried to reach for his shoulder to give it a light squeeze but restrained herself as they have never really acquainted themselves to that level.

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Seeing as there was a quick decrease in the number of people currently in the stadium, the moment Stiles and Alisson's eyes met, they approached each other and Scott was the first to initiate a conversation.

"Have you seen Scott ?", he continued "He seemed to have disappeared." The fact that they hadn't discussed any plans for when the time would come for his friend to transform was worrying, and now that he had come up with one, he couldn't find Scott to tell.

"I was about to ask you where he was, I wanted to congratulate him and al..."

She stopped because suddenly, a strange sound cut her off, causing the two of them to look around in alarm.

It was a howl, but unlike any they had ever heard. It was deep and guttural, sending chills down their spines. It was a sound that seemed to come from deep within the earth, a sound that spoke of danger and fear.

Alisson and Stiles exchanged a worried glance, and they could see the same fear reflected in the eyes of the people around them. They knew that something was wrong and that this howl was not natural. It was a sound that seemed to reverberate through their very bones, shaking them to their core.

***

The full moon shone brightly in the sky, casting an eerie light on the forest floor. The trees loomed tall and dark around a certain werewolf, whose body was massive with its hulking frame. Its fur was a matted mess, dark and coarse with patches of grey scattered throughout. The wolf's muzzle was elongated, jutting out from its head like a snarling, vicious weapon.

Its eyes were the colour of amber, flickering with a fierce intensity that could send shivers down the spine of natural top predators. Its ears were pointed and twitching, and alert to the slightest sound or movement.

As the werewolf moved, one could hear the sound of muscles stretching and shifting beneath its skin, a reminder that this was no ordinary creature. Its claws were long and razor-sharp, glinting menacingly as it flexed them, ready to strike at any moment.

Despite its terrifying appearance, there is something undeniably awe-inspiring about the werewolf. It moved with a primal grace, every movement fluid and deliberate. Its muscles rippling beneath its fur, giving it an almost supernatural strength.

It was racing through the woods with terrifying speed. The wolf's fur rippled in the wind as it charged forward, its muscles tensed and ready to pounce. The only sound was the pounding of its paws on the ground, and the rustling of the leaves as it pushed through the brush.

The night air was cold and damp, but the werewolf felt nothing. Its senses were sharp and alert, taking in every detail of its surroundings. The scent of its target was strong in the air, driving the wolf to move even faster.

As it ran, the werewolf's thoughts were focused on the hunt, but it could deviate and take down some on-the-move snack. It seemed like it had been weeks since it had tasted the flesh of prey or so said the hunger that was driving it forward. The forest was quiet, but the wolf knew that creatures were hiding in the shadows, shaking in fear and waiting to be caught.

The werewolf's vision was sharp, and it could see everything in the darkness with incredible clarity. Its eyes glowed with a fierce intensity as it darted between trees and leapt over obstacles. All that could be seen was a blur of grey, an indication that it was a creature of pure speed and power.

Suddenly, the werewolf caught a scent that made its heart race. It was the scent of fresh blood, and it was coming from just up ahead. The wolf let out a low growl, knowing that it was getting closer to its prey.

With a burst of speed, the werewolf broke through the trees and into a clearing. There, in the centre of the clearing, was a deer, its body still twitching as it lay dying, a portion of its abdomen missing, with bite marks around its edges. The werewolf approached it slowly, savouring the scent of the warm blood.

As it prepared to strike, the werewolf let out a low howl, and as the moon shone down on the scene, the grey werewolf sank its teeth into the deer's flesh, tearing it apart with wild abandon.

Once it was done, it focused on the mission it had set out for in the first place, tracking the new werewolf member.