1 chapter 1

My name doesn't matter, but at the age of 20, I was passionate about extreme sports such as climbing and mountain biking. One day I decided to explore a new trail with my friends. Although the trail was steep, I tried to keep going. Unfortunately, I slipped on a loose rock and fell headlong into a ravine.

After this, I had the feeling that it was all over for me. However, to my surprise, I woke up in a room I did not know. As I got up, I realized that something was wrong with my body, and only then did I understand that it was not my body. "What's going on?" I asked myself.

Suddenly, I experienced an intense pain in my head. The pain continued for hours, but finally it passed. Thus, I began to understand my current situation.

It seemed that I had died in the crash and was reborn in a different body, with 16 years of memories of a teenager named Jason Cole. According to the memories I received, I had recently moved from San Francisco to Beacon Hills, a town in Northern California.

"Beacon Hills? Where have I heard that name before?", I thought. After a moment, I finally remembered that it was the town where the series "Teen Wolf" takes place. Although I thought it was all just a dream, I was convinced it was reality.

Although I tried to calm myself down, I ended up having a small panic attack and cried. Then I started to examine my memories to try to better understand the situation. Although it was surreal, I decided to accept my new reality.

Even though I am in Teen Wolf, you have to remember that there are still monsters and the town will become a beacon that attracts supernatural beings. Still, I am thrilled to be in my favorite series of my teenage years.

Apparently, my family moved to Beacon Hills because of my father, Jonathan Cole, who is a police officer and was transferred here because it would be a safer and quieter place to live. How ironic, because this town is anything but quiet and safe.

My mother, Maria Cole, also got a job at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital. I am beginning to think that someone is doing this on purpose. But it's not as if waking up in a fictional world, right after dying in a body that is not mine, with 16 years of memories... I really shouldn't be surprised. It's easier to just accept it.

At least my family situation is good. From my memories, my parents' marriage is happy and peaceful. It's really strange; it seems that this has always been my family.

Leaving that aside, apparently today is my first day of school at the notorious and infamous Beacon Hills High School. Looking at the clock, I realize that I still have an hour until I have to go to school, and considering that my house is a 15-minute walk from the school, I have plenty of time to prepare myself mentally.

"Man, I can't believe it... I have to go back to school... Damn, and then there's puberty... How can it get any worse?" I decide to take a shower to calm myself down. As I am leaving the bathroom, I hear my mother calling me for breakfast.

"Jason, breakfast is ready. Come quick before it gets cold!" she says.

"I'll be right there, Mom. I'm just getting dressed." As I walk down the stairs, I can't help but get nervous.

At the breakfast table, my father asks, "How are you feeling, son? Anxious to start school?"

I try to disguise my anxiety and answer, "Yes, I am anxious.... But a little nervous too."

It's astounding how natural it seems as if they always focus on my parents in some way. I was feeling guilty for taking the place of their son, but it seems that instead of taking his place I think the right thing to do would be for our souls or minds to merge and create a new one.

My mother encourages me: "Don't worry, dear. You will adapt quickly. The school here is very good, and I am sure you will make many friends."

My father adds, "And we will be here to help you in whatever you need. That's the advantage of having a close-knit family."

My heart calms a little at their words. I guess that really is an advantage in this strange situation I find myself in.

After breakfast, my father leaves for work and my mother accompanies me to school. Once there, she wishes me good luck and gives me a hug.

"You will do well, my love. Love you!" she says.

"Love you too, Mom," I reply, before saying goodbye to her and walking into the school.

If I were 16 years old before, I would rather die than have my mother drive me to school. But I guess that is one of the advantages of my current situation, since I am sure I am much more mature than most kids my age.

I remember that I have to wait for someone at a place to receive my timetable and show me where my classroom is, so I start walking.

When I arrive at the place where I am supposed to be waiting, I see a girl talking on the phone. I should not be surprised, clearly I will meet one of the most important people in the story right at the beginning. I am talking about Allison Argent, the future slayer killed by an Oni.

As she spoke on the phone, I tried to calm myself down so as not to sound too excited. "Hi, I'm Allison Argent," she tells me. I get so distracted that I didn't even realize she had already ended the call.

"I shake my head and reply, "I'm Jason Cole. Nice to meet you too. Are you new to high school? "I asked that, even though I knew the answer only because I couldn't think of anything.

She smiled and replied, "My family and I recently moved here."

"What a coincidence, I just arrived in town too. Maybe we can get to know the city together, since it would be boring to do it alone. And everything is better in the company of someone as beautiful as you," I tried to make my face look as natural as possible, since I spoke without thinking. It seems that being in the body of a teenager full of hormones affected me more than I thought.

"Sure it sounds fun to get to know the city with someone, but I have to say you don't waste any time. You flirt with all the girls that way," she said smiling.

"Not just the pretty ones like you," I speak with false arrogance, puffing out my chest.

"Hahaha, you're an idiot, you know that?" she says still laughing.

Before we could continue, a guy in a suit approached and said, "Are you the new transfers?"

We both said, "Yes."

He smiled and said, "Excellent."

We were walking in, and he said, "It looks like you two were getting to know each other?"

Allison and I exchanged a look and then laughed. "Yes, we just met," Allison replied.

The guy in the suit then looked at me and said, "Oh, you were on the soccer team at your old school according to your record. Excellent. We don't have a soccer team, but we do have a lacrosse team and if I'm not mistaken there are some open positions, I'd suggest you take a look later."

I was a little surprised by the offer, but also excited. This would be a great way for me to fit into a new school environment. "Sure, I'll take a look," I replied.

As we walked to the classroom, Allison and I talked about our interests and hobbies. We discovered that we had a lot in common, including a love of classic horror movies.

"Have you ever watched The Chainsaw Massacre?", I asked her.

"No, but I've heard of it. How scary is it?", Allison replied.

"Definitely scary, but also an absolute classic. If you want, I can lend you my DVD, and we can watch it together," I suggested.

Allison smiled and said, "I'd love to, but only if you promise to protect me from the scares.

"Too bad, I thought you would protect me. I'm disappointed," I replied, jokingly.

"You're an idiot. By the way, do you have a pen I can borrow? I forgot mine," she asked.

"Sure, take it," I replied, tossing her the pen.

"Thanks," she said as we pulled up in front of the classroom.

I couldn't help but get nervous. Here my new life was beginning, and I had already decided to make the most of it. Of course, it didn't help to know that inside this classroom there was a werewolf who couldn't control himself. Damn, the more I thought, the more nervous I became. But who knows? Screw it. I refuse to live in fear, so I'll just go with the flow without fear.

[Note]

(This is my first time writing a story, I do it for fun and to improve my English. If there are many spelling mistakes in the story, leave them in the comments. If you have ideas for the story, please comment. Although I have a general idea of how I want to continue the story, it's always good to see new ideas from different perspectives.)