Teen Wolf : Real supernatural

Chapter 11: The Warning

Beacon Hills High – Aftermath of the Battle

The school stood in eerie silence, the wreckage of the battle still fresh. The hallways were cracked, debris littered the floor, and the stench of burned flesh and demonic energy still lingered in the air. The group stood motionless, staring at the Hunter Leader, who had just executed the Necromancer without hesitation.

Scott's hands clenched into fists. The sheer efficiency and brutality of what he had just witnessed left him shaken. This man—this leader—had taken out a high-level demon and its summoner in mere minutes.

He was operating on a level none of them had ever seen before.

"You... you killed him," Scott finally spoke, his voice quiet but filled with disbelief.

The Hunter Leader didn't even glance at him as he turned away, wiping the last remnants of blood from his blade.

"He was already dead the moment he aligned himself with the abyss," the leader said simply. "I just made it official."

Scott took a deep breath, his heartbeat still hammering in his chest.

"That demon—" Lydia hesitated before speaking, her voice trembling slightly. "—was it really as powerful as it seemed?"

The Hunter Leader finally turned to face them, his piercing eyes scanning the group.

"It was just a scout," he answered coldly.

Silence.

Scott's stomach dropped.

"What do you mean, a scout?" Argent asked, stepping forward. His usual composed demeanor was still intact, but even he was clearly on edge.

The Hunter Leader exhaled slowly, clearly debating how much he should reveal.

"This was just the beginning," he finally said. "The demon was a mere test—an experiment. The real threat hasn't arrived yet."

Scott felt a chill run down his spine. If that thing was just a scout, then what were they truly up against?

The Truth of the Neamoton

"You keep talking about the abyss," Argent said, his eyes narrowing. "About how this is only the start. If that's the case, then I think we all deserve an explanation."

The Hunter Leader studied them for a moment, as if deciding whether they were even worth telling. Then, with a sigh, he finally spoke.

"You all know about the supernatural," he began, pacing slowly. "You've fought hunters, alpha werewolves, banshees, darachs… but you've only scratched the surface."

Scott and the others exchanged uneasy glances.

"The world you live in," the Hunter Leader continued, "has always been protected by something greater. The Neamoton."

Lydia's breath hitched. She had heard that name before.

"It's not just a tree," the leader clarified, noting Lydia's reaction. "It's a seal—a fragment of the World Tree itself, meant to block out the true horrors lurking in the abyss."

"The demons," Argent muttered.

The Hunter Leader nodded.

"The Neamoton is what keeps them from entering this world freely. But over the centuries, dark rituals, sacrifices, and corruption have weakened the seal. The Drach are working to shatter it completely."

Scott's heart pounded in his chest. This was bigger than anything they had ever faced.

"But why now?" Malia asked, arms crossed. "Why is the seal breaking now of all times?"

The Hunter Leader's gaze darkened.

"Because someone—someone powerful—is actively accelerating its destruction."

Scott's Realization

Scott took a deep breath. His instincts were screaming at him—telling him to run. But he had come too far to ignore the truth.

"You're saying that we've only seen the beginning," he murmured.

The Hunter Leader nodded.

"If you think you're ready for the truth," he said, stepping closer to Scott, "then listen carefully."

A heavy silence filled the air.

"The demons you saw tonight?" he continued. "They were nothing. When the seal weakens further, the true monsters will come through."

Scott felt his breath catch.

"And when they do, your world will burn."

— End of Chapter 11 —