The next day, I woke up feeling restless. I decided to head out into the woods to test my speed and agility. Mimicking Toji's stance from the anime, I crouched slightly, feeling the tension in my muscles build before I took off.
Let me tell you—I was fast.
The wind whipped past me, rushing against my face and through my hair as I bolted through the forest. Each step felt effortless, and the ground blurred beneath me. I grinned, exhilarated by the sheer speed coursing through my body.
As I gained momentum, I decided to push things further. I jumped onto a tree trunk and leapt to the next, moving from branch to branch with blinding speed. The agility I felt was unreal, almost instinctive. Every movement was precise, as though my body knew exactly what to do before my mind caught up.
Eventually, I stopped on a high branch to catch my breath and take in the surroundings. That's when I saw it—the Hale House.
It looked even worse in person than it did on the show. The charred remains of the once-grand structure loomed like a shadow of the past, eerie and silent. A chill ran down my spine. This place wasn't somewhere I wanted to linger, so I turned and headed back home.
Once I got there, I decided to focus on something productive: improving my combat skills. I grabbed the laptop Aureon had provided and began researching fighting styles.
I started with boxing, spending two hours learning the basics—footwork, jabs, hooks, and defensive maneuvers. Each movement felt natural, my body adapting quickly to the techniques.
Next, I dove into Ju-Jutsu, a martial art focused on using an opponent's momentum against them. I practiced throws and grappling techniques, imagining how I could leverage my strength and agility in real combat.
Then I explored Heihuquan—the Black Tiger style. It was a challenge, but fascinating. The style required extensive footwork, acrobatic kicks, low, wide stances, and its unique fist position, where the thumb curled inward like the other fingers instead of wrapping around them. It was intense, but I loved every second of it.
Finally, I turned to weapons training. While I didn't have a gun, I did have a large knife, which I figured would suffice for now. I practiced both knife fighting and throwing techniques, honing my precision and control. The blade felt like an extension of my arm by the time I was done.
Hours had flown by, and as the sun dipped below the horizon, I sat back, satisfied with the day's progress. My body felt stronger, my movements sharper, and my confidence was steadily growing.
The next day marked the last day of summer, and with it, the beginning of the plot I knew so well. Excitement buzzed through me—I was about to meet characters I'd only seen on TV in real life. Scott, Stiles, Lydia, Derek... the thought sent chills down my spine.
But my excitement was tempered by the weight of what I knew was coming. Beacon Hills wasn't just the backdrop for high school drama—it was a dangerous place filled with supernatural threats.
Peter Hale. The Argents. The kanima. The darach. Deucalion and his Alpha Pack. The nogitsune. The Deadpool. The Dread Doctors. The Beast. And, of course, the Chimeras.
Each of those threats loomed in my mind, one after the other. Some were dangerous by choice, others by circumstance. Some were victims themselves.
The Chimeras, especially—they didn't deserve to die the way they did. They were kids, like me, thrown into something beyond their control.
As I sat in my living room, staring out the window at the peaceful neighborhood, a resolution began to form in my mind.
I was going to try to save as many people as I could. Keyword: try.
I wasn't naïve. I couldn't be everywhere at once, and my memory of the show wasn't perfect. Details were hazy, and some events might not even play out the way I remembered.
Still, I had to try. If I didn't, what was the point of being here?
With that in mind, I started planning. I needed to stay ahead of the chaos, to be ready for anything. The Hale House was already on my mind—it might be a good place to start. But for now, I needed to prepare myself for what lay ahead.
It was the middle of the night, and I was sitting at my desk, browsing online stores. I had a growing cart filled with weapons, chains, and even Wolfsbane—anything I thought might be useful for the battles ahead.
Just as I was finalizing an order, a piercing scream shattered the stillness. I froze for a moment, then got up and went to my window.
Peering outside, I spotted Scott and Stiles talking, their animated gestures making it clear they were discussing something serious. Then it hit me—the body.
Laura Hale.
A wave of sadness and guilt washed over me. I'd forgotten about her. This was exactly what I was afraid of—not remembering everything in time to make a difference.
I let out a slow breath, leaning against the window frame. There wasn't much I could do now. The events were already in motion. Scott and Stiles were about to head into the woods to find the body.
For a moment, I debated going after them. But I stopped myself. There was no need to interfere—not yet, at least. Everything was playing out as it should, and I had to trust the process.
With a heavy heart, I returned to my desk, finished placing my order, and shut the laptop. Tomorrow would bring its own challenges, and I needed to be ready for them.
I climbed into bed, my thoughts swirling as I stared at the ceiling. The weight of what was to come pressed down on me, but I reminded myself that I had a purpose here.
As sleep claimed me, one thought lingered in my mind: I won't let this guilt stop me from trying to make a difference.
The next morning, I got up and reluctantly got ready for school. The thought of going back to high school wasn't exactly thrilling, but I had to play along. After all, this was where it all started.
I grabbed my keys, hopped into my car, and drove to Beacon Hills High. When I pulled up, the front of the building was eerily quiet—everyone must already be in class. But there was one person standing near the entrance, and I recognized her immediately: Allison Argent.
She was even more stunning in person than on the show, and I could immediately see why Scott had fallen for her so quickly. There was something warm and approachable about her, even as she stood there on the phone, looking a bit lost.
It didn't take long to realize what she was searching for. I smiled to myself, pulled a pen out of my pocket, and walked over.
"Hi, need a pen?" I asked, holding it out.
She jumped slightly, startled. Quickly hanging up her phone, she turned to face me, her cheeks tinged with a hint of embarrassment.
"Yes, I do. Thank you," she said, taking the pen with a polite smile.
"No problem. I'm Kai. Nice to meet you," I said, waiting for her to introduce herself.
"Oh, I'm Allison," she replied, still looking a little flustered.
"Nice to meet you. I'm guessing you're new too?" I asked.
"Yes, I just moved here last night," Allison said, her tone soft but friendly.
"I moved here over the summer," I told her.
Before we could continue, a man approached us, apologizing for keeping us waiting. He introduced himself as our teacher and started leading us toward our first class.
On the way, he chatted with Allison first, and I couldn't help but eavesdrop. She mentioned living in San Francisco for a year, which seemed unusual for her family. The teacher said he hoped this would be her last stop.
When it was my turn, I told him I'd moved here in the middle of the summer from Arizona. He nodded and said he hoped I'd like it here.
We finally reached the classroom, and the teacher introduced us to the class. I noticed the seating arrangement right away: Allison sat behind Scott, and I ended up beside Stiles. Scott was already making those lovey-dovey eyes at Allison, and I had to stifle a laugh.
The two of them together were one of my favorite parts of the show, and I decided then and there to help Scott keep his relationship with Allison intact.
Class flew by quickly. It was too easy, and honestly, I was a little bored. When the bell rang, we headed into the hallway, and I went to my locker, conveniently located next to Scott's. I noticed him sneaking glances at Allison, clearly tuning his senses into her.
"I think she likes you," I teased, smirking.
Scott jumped, just like Allison had earlier, which only made me laugh more. I guess heightened senses came with heightened startle reflexes.
"Y-you really think so?" he stammered, trying to hide his embarrassment.
I extended my hand. "I'm Kai. Nice to meet you."
"Scott," he said, shaking my hand with a sheepish grin.
Before we could say more, Stiles appeared, trailing behind a girl I didn't recognize.
"Can someone tell me why the new girl is already hanging out with Lydia's clique?" the girl asked, clearly annoyed.
"Because she's hot. Beautiful people herd together," Stiles said matter-of-factly.
I noticed Scott's attention drift back to Allison as Stiles and the girl continued to argue about something I didn't bother to listen to. Meanwhile, Allison, Jackson, and Lydia seemed to be talking about lacrosse.
The bell rang again, and I decided to follow the flow of students to the field where lacrosse practice was happening. I knew exactly what was coming—it was playing out just like in the show.
after lacrosse practice as I walked through the hallways, I overheard some kids talking about Lydia's party on Friday. Right, I thought. I almost forgot about that. It was an important moment in the show, and I decided I'd go. It might be fun to experience it firsthand—and who knows? Maybe I could make a difference there.
The next day, classes passed by quickly. They were as boring as ever, but at least they weren't too challenging. By the time the final bell rang, I was ready to get out of there.
On my way to the field, I noticed Scott at his locker, putting away his stuff. Everything seemed fine until I saw Jackson striding toward him, exuding his usual cocky attitude.
I had a feeling this wouldn't end well.
As Jackson approached Scott, I walked toward them, just in case. My instincts proved right—Jackson shoved Scott against the locker, clearly trying to assert dominance.
"Hey, back off," I said firmly, stepping in and grabbing Jackson's shoulder.
He turned to me, irritation flashing in his eyes. "Mind your own business," he snapped.
I didn't let go. Instead, I squeezed his shoulder just enough to make my point. The pressure wasn't overwhelming, but it was enough to cause discomfort. Jackson winced and let out a low grunt of pain.
"Fine," he muttered, pulling away. "This isn't over."
"Whatever you say," I replied coolly, watching him retreat.
Scott let out a relieved breath. "Thanks, man."
"No problem," I said with a small smile. "And good luck today."
Scott looked at me curiously but nodded.
As I headed toward the field, I couldn't help but feel satisfied. I'd managed to keep Scott from revealing anything supernatural to Jackson, which was exactly what I'd hoped for. Small steps, but steps in the right direction.