Teen Wolf : Real supernatural

Chapter 3: The Hidden War

The next day, Beacon Hills High School felt... different.

The air was still thick with tension from the night before, but the rest of the town remained blissfully unaware. Students laughed in the hallways, teachers gave their usual lectures, and life continued as if a demon hadn't just been obliterated in the locker room.

But for Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, and Malia, the world would never be the same again.

Scott sat at the lunch table, his arms crossed, still replaying the Hunter's words in his mind.

> "Once you see the real supernatural world—you'll never be able to go back."

That wasn't just a warning. It was a challenge.

Stiles stirred his drink absentmindedly, his expression far from his usual snarky self. "So, uh… Are we just not gonna talk about the terrifying trench coat guy who deleted a demon with bullets?"

Malia, who had been aggressively stabbing her fork into her food, finally huffed. "He told us to stay out of it."

Allison scoffed. "Like hell we will."

Lydia, resting her chin on her hand, narrowed her eyes. "We still don't know who he is. If he's a Hunter, why haven't we heard about his kind before?"

Scott exhaled through his nose. "Because they don't want us to know."

The entire supernatural community had its secrets. Scott knew that. But something about this was different. Bigger.

Stiles leaned forward. "Okay, hear me out. We've dealt with supernatural creatures before, right? But this guy wasn't just some overpowered bounty hunter. He moved like he wasn't even human."

Scott nodded. "I know. I felt it. He was… predatory. Not like an Alpha. Worse."

Lydia shivered slightly. "His reflexes… he didn't just move fast. He reacted before things even happened."

Malia grunted. "And we just let him leave. Great plan."

Allison sighed. "We didn't have much of a choice. He saved our lives."

Silence fell over the group.

Then—

"I found him."

The voice startled them. They turned to see Sheriff Stilinski approaching, his face unreadable. He pulled out his phone and placed it on the table.

On the screen was a grainy surveillance photo from a gas station outside town. The man in the trench coat, standing casually with his arms crossed.

Scott sat up. "Where?"

"Near the old railway yard," the Sheriff answered. "No ID. No record. It's like he doesn't exist."

Lydia tilted her head. "Because he probably doesn't."

Stiles exhaled sharply. "Well, that's not ominous at all."

Scott stood. His eyes were serious. Determined. "Then let's find him."

Allison smirked, grabbing her bag. "Thought you'd never say it."

The Hunt Begins

The railway yard was abandoned, a graveyard of rusted train cars and overgrown weeds. The air was eerily still, as if the world itself had stopped moving.

Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Allison, Malia, and Sheriff Stilinski approached cautiously.

"This place gives me bad vibes," Stiles muttered.

Malia sniffed the air. "Something's off."

Scott's ears twitched. A sound—a heartbeat.

They weren't alone.

Suddenly—

CLANG.

A blade struck the metal wall inches from Scott's face.

"Whoa!" Stiles yelped, stumbling back.

Perched atop a rusted train car, he stood—arms crossed, watching them with unreadable eyes.

The Hunter Leader.

"Persistent," he mused. "I'll give you that."

Scott growled. "We need answers."

The man tilted his head. "And if I say no?"

Scott's fists clenched. "Then we make you talk."

For the first time, the Hunter actually laughed.

The next second, he vanished.

Scott barely had time to react before a boot slammed into his chest, sending him flying across the yard.

"SCOTT!" Allison shouted.

Before anyone could move, the Hunter was everywhere—a blur of motion.

Malia swung, claws extended—missed.

Lydia tried to scream—a hand clamped over her mouth before she could.

Allison pulled an arrow—disarmed in a second.

In less than five seconds, they were all on the ground, disarmed, defeated.

The Hunter Leader stood over them, completely unfazed. "I warned you."

Scott coughed, pushing himself up. "We're… not your enemies."

The Hunter watched him. Silent. Calculating.

Then, he sighed. "You're stubborn. I respect that."

He sheathed his knife and stepped back.

"I'll tell you what," he said, crossing his arms. "You want answers? Fine." His gaze darkened.

"Welcome to the real supernatural world."

The Truth Revealed

The Hunter spoke, and his words shattered everything they thought they knew.

Demons weren't just random threats.

They were part of an ongoing war.

A war so ancient and hidden that not even the Druids or the Argent family knew about it.

The Neamoton. The sacred seal holding back a demon army. It was weakening. And if it ever broke—the world wouldn't survive.

The four factions had been silently protecting it for centuries:

Vampires—the Lords of Darkness.

Werewolves—the Guardians of Moonlight.

Magicians—the Keepers of Elemental Power.

Hunters—the Predators of the Supernatural.

Each faction had its own leader. Each leader was stronger than anything Scott and his friends had ever faced.

And the Drach—the chaotic force trying to destroy the Neamoton—were growing stronger.

Scott swallowed. "So what do we do?"

The Hunter Leader smirked. "You? Nothing."

Scott frowned. "You expect us to stand back?"

The smirk vanished. His voice dropped. Deadly serious.

"You're not ready."

Lydia narrowed her eyes. "Then make us ready."

Silence.

Then, for the first time…

The Hunter Leader looked interested.

A slow smile spread across his face.

"Careful what you wish for, Red," he said. "Because once you start down this path… there's no turning back."

Scott met his gaze. No hesitation.

"Then we fight."

The Hunter Leader chuckled.

"Alright then. Let's see if you survive."

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End of Chapter 3

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