Teen Wolf : Real supernatural

Chapter 4: Baptism by Fire

The warehouse reeked of metal and gunpowder. The cold air stung like tiny needles against exposed skin.

Scott and his pack stood in the dimly lit space, facing him—the Hunter Leader.

After their encounter at the railway yard, he had led them here. No explanation, no conversation—just a simple order.

> "If you want to learn, follow me."

And now, they were here.

The Hunter Leader stood in front of them, arms crossed, his trench coat unmoved by the faint wind drifting through the cracks in the warehouse walls. His eyes, sharp as a predator's, scanned them one by one.

Finally, he spoke.

> "You think you're ready?"

Scott squared his shoulders. "We wouldn't be here if we weren't."

The Hunter Leader smirked. "Wrong answer."

Then—he moved.

In less than a blink, he was in front of Scott—fist slamming into his stomach.

Scott gasped, the air leaving his lungs as he flew backward, slamming into a steel crate.

Allison reacted immediately, drawing an arrow—too slow.

Before she could even release it, her bow was ripped from her hands, a knee striking her in the ribs, sending her to the ground.

Malia lunged, claws slashing—missed.

A blur of motion, and she was slammed down, her face pressed against the cold floor.

Stiles had his bat raised—before he could swing, it was snatched from his grip and shattered like cheap plastic.

Lydia barely had time to take a breath before the Hunter Leader appeared right behind her, whispering in her ear.

> "A Banshee's voice is powerful. But against me? Useless."

She turned—a flick to her forehead, and she crumpled to the ground.

In less than ten seconds, all of them were on the floor.

Scott coughed, clutching his ribs as he glared up.

> "What… the hell?"

The Hunter Leader sighed. "This is exactly what I mean. You aren't ready."

He stepped over Stiles, crouching in front of Scott.

> "You think being a Werewolf makes you strong? That a bow, a gun, or your claws will keep you alive?"

Scott snarled, his eyes glowing red. "We've faced worse than you."

The Hunter Leader raised an eyebrow. "Have you?"

Then, with a flick of his wrist—

He was gone.

Scott barely had time to react before a boot crashed into his jaw. He tumbled across the warehouse floor, his vision blurring.

He blinked—where did he go?!

Then—pain.

A knee drove into his spine. A knife pressed against his throat.

> "You don't even see me coming."

Scott's eyes widened. He didn't hear, didn't smell, didn't sense him at all.

The Hunter Leader leaned in.

> "If I were your enemy, you'd be dead before you took your first breath."

A heavy silence filled the warehouse.

Scott growled, furious. "Then teach us."

The Hunter Leader held his gaze.

Then—he released Scott, stepping back.

> "Fine. But you won't like it."

Scott pushed himself up. "We don't need to like it. We just need to survive."

The Hunter Leader smirked.

> "Then let's begin."

Lesson One: Kill the Hesitation

The first thing the Hunter Leader taught them was brutal.

> "The moment you hesitate—you're dead."

He didn't waste time with words. He threw them into a fight.

Scott vs. Allison.

Malia vs. Lydia.

Stiles vs. The Hunter Leader himself.

The rule? No holding back.

At first, Scott tried to go easy on Allison. But the second she hesitated, a bullet whizzed past her ear, fired from the Hunter Leader's gun.

She froze.

The Hunter Leader sighed. "That hesitation just got you killed."

Scott snapped. "Are you insane?!"

The Hunter twirled the gun, his expression bored. "Don't worry, it was a blank. But the next one?"

He cocked the gun.

> "That depends on how fast you learn."

Scott gritted his teeth. Fine.

He rushed at Allison. She dodged, barely, her breath shaky. She had trained all her life to hunt supernatural creatures, but fighting Scott like this? It felt wrong.

Scott lunged again. This time, she wasn't fast enough—he slammed her down.

She groaned, looking up.

Scott extended his hand to help her up—

BANG.

A bullet hit the floor right beside them.

The Hunter Leader tsked.

> "Never, ever, show mercy in a fight."

Scott's hands curled into fists. "You want us to kill each other?"

The Hunter Leader's gaze was cold.

> "I want you to survive."

The training was relentless.

Hours passed. Muscles burned, lungs ached—but the lesson was drilled into their minds.

No hesitation.

No weakness.

No mercy.

By the time they collapsed from exhaustion, the Hunter Leader nodded.

> "Not bad. For beginners."

Stiles groaned from the floor. "If I had any strength left, I'd hit you."

The Hunter Leader smirked. "Good. Keep that anger. It'll keep you alive."

The Warning

As the sun set, the group sat in the warehouse, catching their breath.

Scott wiped sweat from his brow. "So… what now?"

The Hunter Leader leaned against a crate. His expression darkened.

> "Now, you listen."

He looked them over.

> "Demons aren't like anything you've faced before. They don't follow your rules. They don't care about your morals. They exist to destroy, and they are already here."

Scott's heartbeat quickened. "How many?"

The Hunter Leader exhaled.

> "More than you can handle."

A chill ran through them.

Allison crossed her arms. "Then we need to be ready."

The Hunter Leader smirked. "You're learning fast, Argent."

Then, his expression hardened.

> "But understand this—this isn't a game. The moment you step into this war, you won't get to walk away."

His voice lowered.

> "So tell me… are you willing to give up your peace for the truth?"

Silence.

Then—

Scott stood up. His red Alpha eyes burned in the dim light.

> "We're in."

The Hunter Leader studied him for a long moment.

Then, for the first time, he grinned.

> "Good."

His eyes gleamed.

> "Then let's get serious."

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End of Chapter 4

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