The tension in the air was palpable as Chris Argent and his hunters prepared for battle against the massive boar. Chris, ever the strategist, quickly assessed the situation. His voice rang out over the clearing, calm but authoritative, "It can't make sharp turns! Use that to your advantage!"
The hunters moved quickly, firing at the beast while staying just out of range of its tusks. The massive boar, a monstrous creature, with glowing red eyes and jagged tusks, seemed almost impervious to their bullets. The rounds struck its hide but did little more than leave superficial scratches. Its thick, armored skin deflected most of the damage, and it was only a matter of time before the tide of battle shifted.
The creature charged relentlessly, slamming into trees, uprooting shrubs, and leaving a trail of destruction in its wake. For every missed swipe, the boar would quickly recover, charging again with terrifying speed. It moved faster than anything so large should be able to, and within minutes, the hunters began to falter.
With a mighty charge, the boar gored one of the hunters, tossing him aside like a rag doll. The man's body landed with a sickening thud, motionless. Blood sprayed the ground. Another hunter screamed as the beast's tusk pierced his side, leaving him barely clinging to life.
Chris cursed under his breath, realizing they were outmatched. "Fall back!" he barked, but the boar continued its relentless pursuit. The other hunters tried to hold their ground, but their weapons were proving useless. Two more men were down, one dead and the other grievously wounded. Panic set in among the hunters, and Chris knew they had no choice but to retreat.
"Smoke bombs!" Chris shouted to the remaining hunters. the men quickly tossed small canisters, and a thick cloud of smoke erupted between them and the boar. The creature, blinded and disoriented, reared back on its hind legs and let out a furious roar, giving Chris and the others just enough time to grab the bodies of their fallen comrades and flee.
From his hiding spot, Scott watched as the hunters retreated, his sharp senses following Chris's every movement as they disappeared into the treeline. He could see the frustration etched on Chris's face as he glanced back, searching for Scott and Stiles. Scott smirked to himself; Chris had no idea he was still there, ready to finish what the hunters could not.
"Stay here, Stiles," Scott said, his tone confident and serious as he looked back at his best friend, who was crouching behind a tree, peeking out cautiously.
Stiles gave him a mock salute, still trying to shake off the nerves from the encounter. "You got this, right?" he asked, his voice shaky but trusting.
"Of course," Scott replied, already moving toward the tree line. He ducked behind a large oak and began removing his clothes. His muscles rippled with power, his heart rate slowing as he prepared for what was to come.
Scott closed his eyes, reaching deep within himself and letting his wolf side take over. It was becoming second nature to him now. His body expanded, his muscles bulging as thick black fur covered his skin. His fangs grew longer, his claws sharper, and within moments, he stood towering at 2.5 meters tall, a hulking werewolf with terrifying strength.
He handed his clothes to Stiles, who had quietly come closer to watch. "Hold these," Scott growled in his deep, monstrous voice. Stiles took the bundle of clothes without a word, his eyes wide but no longer filled with fear. He had seen Scott transform enough times now to know his best friend had it under control.
Scott turned toward the clearing where the boar was regaining its sight, still disoriented from the smoke bombs. The boar's glowing red eyes locked onto Scott, sensing his powerful aura. The creature let out a low, guttural growl, its primal instincts telling it to flee, but it was too late.
In a single, fluid motion, Scott pounced.
The boar let out a furious squeal and tried to run, but Scott was too fast. He was upon it in an instant, slamming his claws into its side, sending it crashing into the ground. The boar roared in pain but quickly scrambled to its feet, swiping at Scott with its massive tusks.
Scott dodged the attack with ease, his speed and agility far superior to that of the boar. He moved like a predator, circling the beast, waiting for the right moment to strike.
The boar charged again, but Scott sidestepped the attack, swiping his massive claw across its back as it passed. The creature squealed in pain, blood oozing from the fresh wound, but it kept coming, driven by its primal survival instinct.
Scott grinned to himself. This was no ordinary boar. It was a supernatural creature, just like the Ghoul he'd encountered before. But this time, he was stronger, faster, more in tune with his powers.
After a few more exchanges, Scott grew tired of the fight. It was clear the boar was no match for him. And now he wants to try something new. his instincts urging him to try the power absorption ability he'd recently unlocked after he went through his first full moon. He could feel it now, his hands tingling with the potential to siphon energy.
With excitement, Scott lunged forward, digging his claws into the beast's thick hide. The creature resisted, but Scott held firm, focusing on his Power Absorption ability.
A strange warmth spread through Scott's hands and up his arms as he absorbed the boar's raw strength. His muscles felt the faintest surge of additional power, though the beast's strength was minimal compared to his own. Still, the energy transfer was invigorating—a taste of something more he could harness in the future.
The boar squealed in agony, its movements slowing, visibly weakened by Scott's draining claws.
Feeling that there was nothing more to absorb, Scott released his grip, stepping back. The boar lay motionless on the ground. and Scott knew it was time to put it out of its misery.
With one final punch, he sent his massive fist crashing into the creature's skull. The sound of the impact echoed through the forest. The boar's skull cracked beneath the force of Scott's punch, its brain splattering across the forest floor. The beast let out one final squeal before it died.
Scott stood over the lifeless creature. He glanced down at his bloodied hands, then back at the massive boar. For a moment, he felt a strange sense of satisfaction. It had been an easy victory, but still, the thrill of the fight lingered in his veins.
"And with the Power Absorption ability, I can become even stronger," he whispered, the idea filling him with anticipation. The world of Teen Wolf was full of creatures—each with their own unique abilities and strength. And he could take those abilities and strength for himself. He could make those abilities his own.
Stiles cautiously approached, his eyes wide as he took in the sight of the massive, dead boar. "dude... that was amazing," he said, his voice filled with awe.
Scott shifted back to his human form, grabbing the clothes Stiles held out to him and quickly putting them on. "Yeah," he said, wiping the blood from his hands. "That thing was strong, but it was no match for me."
Stiles shook his head in disbelief. "Where did that thing even come from?"
Scott frowned, looking down at the boar. "I don't know. This thing... it shouldn't be here. Same with the Ghoul we fought earlier. These creatures are way out of the ordinary."
Stiles raised an eyebrow, clearly confused. "What do you mean? Like, they don't belong in Beacon Hills?"
Scott didn't answer right away, his mind racing with thoughts he couldn't share. As a transmigrator, he knew things no one else could, but there was no way he could reveal that to Stiles. Not yet. Not ever.
Scott glanced at his friend, careful not to reveal too much. "Exactly. Something's off. Creatures like this don't just pop up without a reason."
Stiles nodded, still processing. "So, what are we dealing with?"
"I don't know, but, we'll figure it out." Scott said, his tone decisive. "For now, let's get Deaton to take a look at this thing."
He pulled out his phone and texted Deaton their location, knowing the vet would have some insight into the creature and its origins.
As they stood in the quiet forest, Scott couldn't shake the feeling that more strange events were on the horizon.
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