((This is an AU i made up. Enjoy!!))

Scott, Stiles, Lydia, and the rest of the pack were in a mysterious place not far from Beacon Hills. It was a shady market, which was known for selling/housing uncontrollable/violent demons/creatures. Scott, the alpha of the pack, sniffed the air, smelling all different kinds of stuff. Stiles was the only human, so he was somewhat tense, but determined.

“Do you smell anything, Scott..?” Stiles asked. Scott shook his head, “No, not yet.”

The rest of the pack were glancing around and chatting a bit. The pack then stumbles across a merchant with black, slick hair. He has a few empty cages behind his booth, and one that was sitting up near his table with something—or someone—in it…