[Stiles' POV – Beacon Hills High Library, Afternoon]
"You're telling me the new guy's name is Logan?" I said, whisper-yelling at Scott across a row of books. "As in tall, mysterious, doesn't-talk-to-anyone Logan?"
Scott nodded, eyes still darting around like someone was following him.
"Okay. Great. Perfect. Because that's not suspicious at all," I muttered. "Guy rides a motorcycle, looks like a Calvin Klein model with murder vibes, and stares at people like he's analyzing their soul."
"Stiles—"
"And let's not forget how Allison already looked like she was about to risk it all when he asked to sit at her table."
Scott frowned. "It's not like that."
"You like her, right?"
He hesitated. "Yeah. But…"
"But Logan exists now," I finished for him.
We were both silent for a second.
Then I added, "Wanna bet he's some kind of demon-werewolf hybrid who eats souls and flosses with hunter entrails?"
Scott just looked tired.
[Logan's POV – After School, Parking Lot]
The school bell rang. A cacophony of voices filled the air, but I focused on one scent—hers.
Allison was walking toward her car. Alone. Headphones in.
I could've left. Should've, probably.
But I leaned against my bike, watching her from the shadows between two parked trucks.
She looked peaceful, but… that wasn't going to last. The Hale fire, the Alpha, Derek—all of it was on the move.
And if Chris Argent even suspected I was following his daughter, I'd be in his crosshairs before sunset.
Still.
I had to know what kind of person she was—before the bloodshed started.
"Hey," I called softly.
She turned, startled at first. Then she smiled. "Logan. You stalking me now?"
I smirked, just a little. "Maybe."
Her brow lifted, amused.
"You seemed distracted," I said.
"Long day," she replied. "New town, new school, new people…"
"New threats," I finished, my voice low.
Her expression shifted—guarded.
"What do you mean?"
"Nothing," I said, holding her gaze. "Just be careful at night. Beacon Hills isn't safe after dark."
She narrowed her eyes. "You say that like you know something."
I stepped closer. "I know a lot of things."
She didn't move. "So tell me one."
"Someone's watching you."
Allison's pulse spiked—I could hear it.
"You mean… like a stalker?"
I nodded. "More like a hunter."
She paused. Her eyes searched mine like she was trying to read the truth from a language she didn't speak.
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I don't like seeing innocent people walk into traps," I said simply.
"And you think I'm innocent?"
"No," I replied, turning to leave. "I think you're the bait."
[Allison's POV – That Night, Her Room]
I couldn't get his words out of my head.
"I think you're the bait."
Who was this guy?
He talked like he knew secrets. Moved like a soldier. Looked like a movie star. And yet… something about him felt wounded.
There was this heaviness to his gaze, like he was carrying things he never said out loud.
I wanted to know more.
But I wasn't sure I'd survive it.
[Chris Argent's POV – Argent Household, Study]
I poured another glass of scotch and stared at the security footage again.
There he was. Logan.
No last name. No birth records. Just a forged enrollment and a bank transfer from a Swiss account too clean to trace.
He had no past.
That was dangerous.
Allison liked him already. I could tell.
I clenched my jaw. My daughter had a hunter's instincts. But she also had her mother's heart.
Victoria entered the room. "You found something?"
"Maybe," I said. "I don't trust him."
"You trust anyone?"
I gave her a look. She smirked.
"I'll run him through our network," she said. "If he's not human, we'll know."
"I'm not sure he isn't human," I muttered.
That's what made it worse.
He looked like one of us. But every instinct in me said—
He was something else.
[Logan's POV – Beacon Hills Preserve, Midnight]
The Alpha was hunting.
I could smell it in the trees.
The blood. The heat. The intent.
I followed the scent through the forest, boots silent on the leaves. My claws itched under my skin. Not from threat. From promise.
I crouched low, spotting movement ahead. Derek Hale. On the run again. Wounded, bleeding, but alive.
I didn't help. Not yet.
Because I wasn't here to save Derek.
I was here to see what kind of monster Scott would become.
He was at the edge now—teetering between man and beast.
Soon, he'd have to choose.
And when he did…
I'd decide if I needed to put him down.
[Scott's POV – McCall House, 2AM]
The dreams wouldn't stop.
Blood. Claws. Screaming.
The Alpha's voice in my head.
"You're mine now."
I woke up in a cold sweat, panting.
And when I looked out the window—
I saw him.
Logan.
Sitting on his bike under the streetlamp, just… watching my house.
Then he drove off.
I didn't sleep the rest of the night.
[To Be Continued in Chapter 2]