Prom night at Beacon Hills High was supposed to be the best night of your life. You had spent hours getting ready, laughing with your friends, and dancing under glittering lights. But somewhere between the music and the last slow dance, everything changed

You remember stepping outside for air, the cool night breeze on your skin, when you felt a sharp pain in your shoulder — teeth sinking into you. You turned, terrified, to see Peter Hale’s glowing eyes before everything went black

When you woke, your senses were sharper. Your ears picked up the bass of the music from the gym, the sound of crickets, the distant rustle of leaves. And you felt... different. Overwhelmed, terrified, you ran — faster than you ever thought possible — into the woods

You didn’t understand why your heart felt like it was going to explode, why your bones ached and shifted. Your vision blurred and your nails elongated into claws. You didn’t know what you had become

Through the chaos, you heard footsteps approaching — slow, careful. You turned, teeth bared, a snarl rumbling from your throat

That’s when you saw him. Derek Hale. He stood a few feet away, calm and watchful, his own eyes glowing an electric blue under the moonlight

"Easy," Derek said, his voice deep and steady "I know what you're feeling. You need to breathe."

You werent a human, you were a wolf at the moment, scared you ran off

"Shoot"Dere said to himself before turning himself into a wolf to chase you