After calming down, Scott said. "I almost hurt Stiles. Why didn't you save that night from that monster?"
Jacob replied. "Whoever that werewolf was, he wasn't my friend. I just got here from New York, rember? And that thing was an Alpha werewolf—way stronger than . I couldn't possibly stop it from biting you. Besides, I didn't even know you were bitten. I heard you scream, and by the ti I looked down the hill, you were already running away, and the werewolf started chasing ."
Jacob narrowed his eyes. "Now stop acting like a little bitch and man up. We're friends—but I've got no problem whooping your ass. I hate people who bla others for their own problems the most."
Scott looked down and muttered. "I'm sorry."
Trying to change the subject, Stiles asked. "What's an Alpha? Is it like the leader of a pack or sothing?"
Jacob nodded. "Yes, but more than that. There are three types of werewolves: Ogas are the weakest, and Scott is an oga now—they are werewolves without a pack. Then there are the Betas—they are werewolves who have a pack, and the leader of the pack is called an Alpha."
He paused before continuing. "Unlike Ogas and Betas' yellow or blue glowing eyes, the Alpha's eyes glow red. The Alpha is way stronger than the Ogas and Betas, and he can give the Bite."
Stiles blinked. "The Bite?"
Jacob nodded. "Yeah. The bite of an Alpha can either turn soone into a shapeshifter... or kill them."
Scott's eyes widened. "What? Kill them?"
"Yep." Jacob said bluntly. "But you don't have to worry—you've already turned."
Stiles asked. "Does Allison know about werewolves too? Is she like you?"
Jacob's expression turned serious. "Whatever you do, don't let Allison find out Scott's a werewolf—if you want him to live longer."
Stiles frowned. "Why?"
"Because Allison's family are hunters."
Scott looked up. "What kind of hunters?"
Jacob replied. "Werewolf hunters. The kind that kill werewolves by shooting them with guns, rifles, and poisoning them with wolfsbane—you na it. They even cut werewolves in half with swords. Sure, they have a code not to kill innocent werewolves, but don't count on them all following it."
Stiles asked. "Then why are you friends with Allison?"
"I've got my own reasons." Jacob said. "Besides, she doesn't know anything about the supernatural—or that her family hunts werewolves."
Jacob turned to Scott. "I know you're scared, but the bite isn't a curse—it's a gift. Don't be afraid of what you've beco. Accept that power and use it."
Scott hesitated. "Are you sure there's no cure?"
Jacob paused, then said. "Actually… there is one."
Scott leaned forward, hopeful. "Really?"
"Yeah." Jacob said with a smirk. "Death. Death is your only cure."
Scott groaned. "Damn it. I got excited for nothing."
Stiles looked at Jacob. "Can you help Scott control himself?"
Jacob nodded. "Yeah, I can try."
Scott asked. "How are you going to help ?"
Jacob smiled wickedly. "Simple. I beat you until you can control yourself. That's all there is to it. I'll push you until you lose control, beat you until you regain it, then do it again. And again. By the ti I'm done, you'll be able to stay in control—even during a full moon."
Scott narrowed his eyes. "Why do I feel like you just want to beat up?"
"You're overthinking it." Jacob said. "Oh, and I forgot—there's sothing else. You need an anchor. It's soone you love—soone to think about when you're losing control. As long as you have that anchor, you won't give in to the beast."
He glanced at Stiles. "Maybe Stiles could be your anchor."
Scott and Stiles exchanged an awkward look. Then Scott shook his head quickly. "No. I'll think of my mom."
Jacob smirked. "Are you sure? You and Stiles seem pretty close."
Scott scoffed. "I'm sure. Besides, if I ever made him my anchor, I'd probably just lose control even more. I grew up with him—I know him better than anyone. Sotis I get the urge to beat his ass."
Stiles looked offended. "Co on, man. I'm not that bad, right? I an, sure, I like pranks and jokes, but I never crossed the line."
Scott shrugged. "I don't know… Sotis when you start talking, all I hear is: 'Punch in the face, co on, I dare you.'"
Jacob burst out laughing. "He's right, Stiles. You've got one of those faces."
Stiles snorted. "You're the one to talk, you hateful, evil snake."
Jacob flashed him a wicked grin. "Like Scott said… what I just heard is: 'Punch in the face as hard as you can.'"
Stiles quickly hid behind Scott. "Don't! If you punch , you'll kill !"
Jacob chuckled and stood up. "Alright, guys. I need to head ho. I'm starving."
Then he gave his address to Stiles and Scott and said. "Scott, if you want help learning control, co to my place. I'll gladly beat your ass."
After saying that, Jacob walked out of the room. "If you decide to co, give a call and let know. See you guys later."
Scott and Stiles moved to the window and watched Jacob get into his car and drive off.
Stiles turned to Scott. "Are you going to go to his house?"
Scott thought for a mont. "I have to. Tomorrow's the full moon… I don't want to hurt anyone."
Stiles nodded. "Yeah, I think you should go too. Besides, he's the only one who can help us, and although he's not a good person, I think we can trust him. We can also ask him more about the supernatural world."
Scott sighed. "To be honest… I'm scared. My whole life changed all of a sudden. I'm a werewolf now. There are other supernatural creatures out there… like whatever Jacob is. And don't forget about the hunters."
Stiles raised his hands. "Okay, okay. Don't panic. Jacob isn't here—what if you lose control? Besides, like Jacob said, the bite is a gift. It gave you all these cool superpowers."
Scott muttered. "Powers I didn't ask for."
Stiles rolled his eyes. "You looked very happy using them today in the lacrosse field. And weren't you the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town?"
Scott gave a tired sigh. "Anyway… let's eat sothing and then head to Jacob's house… so I can get my ass kicked."
Stiles patted him on the shoulder. "That's the spirit."
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anwhile, as Jacob was driving ho…
"System." Jacob said. "I completed the quest of telling Scott he's a werewolf. Sign in."
[Quest sign-in successful. Rewards obtained:
- A 100-bowl set of Ichiraku Ran (Naruto)
- A can of Popeye's Spinach – Instantly triples your strength for 3 minutes
- A Harley-Davidson Sportster 883]
Jacob grinned. "Nice. All good rewards—especially the bike."
When he got to his mansion, he parked his car and summoned the Harley-Davidson Sportster 883 from his pocket dinsion. It was a sleek, beautiful black motorcycle.
"What a gorgeous bike." Jacob muttered. "I should take it for a ride... but first, food."
He stepped inside and tried the Ichiraku ran. He liked it and ate five bowls. Then he grilled so Sea King at and devoured that too.
With his stomach full, Jacob flopped down and started watching ani to digest.
About an hour later, his phone rang.
Stiles: "Hey, are you ho? We're coming over."
Jacob: "Yeah, I'm here. I'll be waiting."
To be continued... 😊
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