After school, Scott and his pack returned to his house.
Inside, Scott called for Melissa and told her about the upcoming fight with the Vrykolakas that night.
Allison frowned and said. "Scott, I didn't make the bullets you asked for, and I didn't bring any guns since I haven't been home yet. Should I go now?"
Scott shook his head with a calm smile. "No need. That woman is strong, but I doubt her pack is as dangerous. You guys shouldn't be too nervous. Even though you haven't gone through your first full moon yet, you're strong, besides..."
Scott turned to Lydia and asked, "Do you feel like one of us is going to die tonight?"
Lydia hesitated, then shook her head. "No, I don't feel anything right now."
Scott leaned forward, his expression curious. "What about earlier when you saw that woman? Did you feel anything strange? Or draw anything? Actually, check your stuff, sometimes you zone out and sketch without realizing it."
Lydia rummaged through her bag and said, "No... there's nothing here." Then her face lit up. "Wait! I remember holding a notebook in class, but it wasn't mine. It had a blue cover."
Allison perked up. "That's mine. Let me check."
She pulled the notebook from her bag, flipped through the pages, and froze. "Well... you did draw something on it."
Stiles leaned closer. "What is it?"
Allison turned the notebook around. "I recognize the middle one. It looks like the Vrykolakas we read about in the supernatural book. But there are two more creatures next to it."
She handed the notebook to Scott.
Scott studied the sketches, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully. "This must be the woman and her pack. The one with the spots all over its body looks like a werehyena. Remember what Peter said?"
Stiles frowned. "Peter said a lot of things. Be specific."
Scott smirked slightly. "He mentioned one of them bit him and crushed his bones with ease. Normal spotted hyenas are famous for their strong bite, so it fits. As for the other one..." He tapped the lizard-like figure in the drawing. "I have no idea. Mom, do you recognize it? You've read more of those supernatural books than anyone of us."
Melissa took the notebook and examined the sketch carefully. She shook her head. "No, I've never read about anything like it."
Scott stood up and walked over to the chest holding the supernatural books. "Alright, let's figure out what this is. Everyone, look for anything that matches a lizard-like creature with four arms."
For several minutes, they flipped through pages in silence. Finally, Erica exclaimed. "I think I found it!"
Scott turned to her quickly. "What does it say?"
Erica read aloud for everyone to hear. "It's called the Whowie, a shapeshifter from Australia. It can assume a hybrid form resembling a lizard with a frog-like head and four arms. The Whowie is a master of stealth, capable of blending seamlessly into its surroundings through unparalleled camouflage. It's a deadly predator, ambushing its prey with devastating efficiency."
Stiles raised an eyebrow. "What about its weakness?"
Erica continued reading. "The Whowie is highly sensitive to fire. Even a small flame can disrupt its camouflage and force it to reveal itself. It also has low stamina—despite being fast and strong at first, prolonged chases or battles exhaust it quickly, making it sluggish and vulnerable."
Scott nodded, a satisfied smile spreading across his face. "Good news. Not only does the Vrykolakas have just two pack members, but we also know what they are. Now, here's the plan: Mom, you'll handle the werehyena. Be careful not to let her bite you. The rest of you will distract the Whowie. Use fire, make some Molotov cocktails and light it up. Don't engage it up close; just tire it out."
Lydia stood up and stretched. "I know how to make Molotov cocktails. Who's coming shopping with me?"
Scott pointed at Stiles and Isaac. "You two, go with her."
When night fell, Scott and his pack stepped out of the house, ready for the confrontation. They split into their assigned vehicles. Scott drove with Allison, while Lydia and Erica joined Melissa. Boyd and Isaac rode with Stiles.
The drive to the Beacon Hills Preserve was quiet, tension hanging in the air. When they arrived, the group parked and moved deeper into the woods.
Meanwhile, Cassandra and her pack were already waiting in the forest.
Malika a tall, striking black woman, glanced at Cassandra. "Are you sure about this?"
Cassandra's lips curled into a sinister smile. "I'm sure. I can kill him tonight."
Malika hesitated. "What about his pack? What if they're strong like him?"
Cassandra waved her off dismissively. "Don't worry. I saw him with some wolves earlier, they're just kids, not even close to his level."
Malika bit her lip, thinking. 'Shit. She's completely obsessed with that werewolf. All she's talked about the past few days is eating his liver. I should run... but if I try, she'll kill me. Everyone warned me about her, but I didn't listen. Damn it.'
Suddenly, Cassandra's cold fingers gripped Malika's chin, forcing her to look into glowing red eyes. "You're not thinking of escaping, are you, Malika?"
Malika's breath hitched. "No, Cassandra! I swear I'm not!"
Cassandra released her with a sly grin. "Good. Just keep his pack busy with Carvel. After I kill him, I'll help you. Then Beacon Hills will be ours."
Moments later, Cassandra's senses sharpened. She felt Scott's presence nearby and turned to the man beside her. "Carvel, go hide."
Carvel said nothing, moving silently to a nearby tree. His skin shimmered, transforming into scaly, lizard-like skin. With a flicker of camouflage, he blended seamlessly with the bark and disappeared from sight.
Soon, Scott and his pack emerged from the darkness. Cassandra's eyes scanned the group, and Melissa's presence surprised her. Cassandra could feel the strength radiating from her.
Cassandra's thoughts were cold and calculated. 'Malika and Carvel will probably die, but that doesn't matter. Once I eat that boy's liver, I'll become stronger. I don't need them. All I need to do is fight him alone and ensure his pack doesn't interfere.'
Cassandra stepped forward, her red eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "You know, it's not very polite to keep a lady waiting."
Scott smirked. "And here I thought I was being polite by letting you live a few extra minutes."
Cassandra's smile widened, her voice dripping with mock sweetness. "How about you and I go somewhere else? Just the two of us."
Scott tilted his head slightly. "Alright. Lead the way."
Cassandra turned to Malika. "Good luck." She whispered with a wink before walking deeper into the woods.
Scott glanced back at his pack, giving them a firm nod. Then he followed Cassandra into the shadows, ready for whatever came next.