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Chapter 1 — A New Beginning
Blood seeped through his fingers as Lucas staggered back.
The arrow was still lodged in the creature's body, but it didn't matter anymore. In a blur of movement, claws crossed the distance between them.
It was too fast to react, and too late.
Lucas barely had time to react before pain erupted through his stomach. Something sharp, brutal—driving straight through him.
His breath stagnated for a second .
Warmth spread quickly, his strength slipping away with every second.
Slowly, trembling, Lucas lowered his gaze.
Blood.
So much blood.
"…So this is how it ends," he thought, almost detached as he was contemplating that he was to recklessly,
He forced his head up.
The man—Martin—stood over him, breathing heavily, eyes locked onto his. Not just anger… something deeper was there.
Fury.Enjoyment.
Lucas coughed, blood spilling from his lips as a faint, broken smile formed on his saddened face.
One day earlier…
Before everything went wrong.
A cough broke the silence of the small room.
Lucas Ashford opened his eyes slowly, blinking once, twice, as if the world needed a second to settle into place. The ceiling above him was the same—faint cracks stretching across white paint, a small stain in the corner he had already memorized without meaning to.
Nothing new. The same old house.
"...Yeah," he muttered under his breath, voice still rough from sleep. "Another day."
He stayed there for a moment longer, staring up, not moving. There was no rush. There hadn't been one for the past month, not since everything changed in a way he still couldn't fully explain.
Then he exhaled quietly and pushed himself up from the bed, running a hand through his hair.
"Well… at least I'm alive."
A faint smile appeared, small and almost ironic, like he wasn't entirely convinced by his own words.
Lucas Ashford wasn't from this world.
At first, that thought felt unreal, like something was off, like he would wake up at any moment and everything would go back to normal. But a month had passed, and nothing changed. No reset. No second chance.
So he stopped questioning it.
He had gone to sleep once… and never woke up in his old life again. There was no warning, no explanation, no voice or higher power giving him answers.
Just darkness.
And then this.
He had woken up in this body.
Sixteen years old. Orphan. Quiet life, nothing remarkable. No hidden talent, no tragic destiny waiting to unfold. Just someone who existed in the background without making much noise.
At least, that's what it looked like on the surface.
The only advantage he had were the memories. Not just his own—but the ones left behind by the original owner of this body. Enough to understand his situation. Enough to realize where he actually was.
And that realization changed everything.
"Teen Wolf…"
The name left his lips quietly as he stood up, stretching slightly, his body still adjusting from sleep. This world wasn't just familiar in a vague sense—it was specific, detailed, something he had already seen before.
But the difference was that he was behind a screen that time.
At first, he thought it was just a coincidence.
Then came the names. Scott. Stiles. Small details that didn't mean much on their own, but together they formed something impossible to ignore. And then—
Beacon Hills.
That was when everything clicked.
"Good to watch…" Lucas murmured as he walked toward the small mirror near the door, his reflection meeting his gaze. "…not so good to live in."
The face staring back at him was normal. Black hair, slightly messy, green eyes, that looked a little too calm for someone his age. Nothing special, nothing that stood out, well, at least that's what he thought.
"…Still weird," he added after a second.
Not the face.
The fact that it was his.
The house was quiet as he stepped out of his room, the floorboards creaking faintly under his weight. Old furniture, untouched corners, a lingering smell of wood and dust that never really disappeared.
Too big for one person.
His grandfather's house. Or rather—the previous owner's grandfather. The man had died recently, leaving everything behind without much explanation. The house, some money, and no one else to claim it.
Lucas didn't question it that much, after all him being in this world, is the biggest mystery.
He accepted it.
He got dressed without rushing, his movements steady and familiar by now. The past month had been enough to build a routine, even if nothing about his situation was truly normal.
Today, however, was different.
First day at school.
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As he stepped outside, the morning air felt normal. Cool, quiet, almost peaceful in a way that didn't match what he knew about this place.
Because this world was anything but peaceful.
"No system… no powers…"
He walked down the street at a steady pace, hands in his pockets, his thoughts running quietly in the background. If stories had taught him anything, it was that situations like this usually came with something extra.
A skill. An ability. Anything.
He had nothing.
At least, nothing obvious.
Still, he wasn't panicking.
Panic didn't change reality. It didn't make him stronger, didn't give him answers. It just made people sloppy—and in a world like this, that could get you killed.
So he stayed calm.
The school came into view not long after.
Beacon Hills High.
Just like he remembered.
Same structure, same atmosphere, the same sense of normalcy that hid everything underneath. Students were already gathering near the entrance, talking, laughing, living their lives without knowing what kind of world they were actually part of.
Or maybe some of them did.
Lucas slowed down slightly as he approached the gates, his gaze sweeping over the area without focusing on anything in particular. Nothing stood out immediately. No danger, no clear sign that something was wrong.
Just another school morning.
He stopped for a brief second at the entrance.
Not long enough to draw attention. Just enough to think.
"…Alright."
A quiet breath left his lips, steady and controlled.
No rush.
Then he stepped forward.
And walked into Beacon Hills High School.