When morning came, the birds were chirping and the crowing of the roosters was ear-splitting. Sean covered his ears in frustration and said, "Argh! Fucking roosters.. all they know is screaming at the crack of dawn and nothing else!" He quickly pulled himself together and went into the bathroom.
After a while, he came out of the bathroom. Looking at his body in the mirror, he smirked at his muscles. "I'm really starting to get used to this." Then, noticing something, he said, "But... why does the body develop on its own? It's like my body is warning me by evolving.."
He shook off these thoughts. He slowly opened his bedroom door and heard Scott panting. 'I guess he must be having a nightmare,' he muttered to himself. He headed toward the kitchen to prepare breakfast for himself. When he arrived at the kitchen, he made a classic sandwich. Afterward, he went out for a morning run to balance his mind early in the day.
Meanwhile, shortly after Sean left, Scott sat up in bed, gasping for air. In shock, he whispered, "Allison?! I killed her?" After a while, he composed himself, but his mind was still on the nightmare he had seen. Why had he seen such a thing, and what exactly was it implying?
While Scott was thinking about this, Sean had encountered some setbacks during his morning run... Sean had run to the remote parts of town to clear his head. Without realizing it, he had run with his werewolf physique, and this had made him truly fast. After a while, as he was walking on the path inside the forest, he moved toward a place that radiated a familiar sensation.
As he got closer, his heart raced, and he felt his body warning him of danger. When he stepped behind the large boulder blocking his view, his eyes widened in shock. There was a freshly dead and half-eaten corpse. He looked around, and after focusing, he heard a different sound of breathing. It would be more accurate to call it a growl.
When he turned his head toward the growling, he was met with golden-yellow eyes staring back at him. The werewolf, realizing its prey had spotted it, immediately charged at Sean. To Sean, its approach seemed as slow as a snail. As the werewolf ran, Sean noticed the shadow it left behind was shifting. Why were these shadows constantly playing around him?
The shadows made him feel as if they wanted to become one with him; he felt that if he could just embrace them once, a sense of relief would follow. However, without being entirely sure, he couldn't trust this feeling. The werewolf closed in and swung a sharp claw at Sean. Sean dodged with great ease, clenched his fist, leaned slightly, and using the power from his waist, delivered a heavy punch to the werewolf's ribs. The werewolf slammed into a nearby large boulder from the force of the blow. In momentary shock, it tilted its head and looked at Sean, as if wondering how such power could come from this prey.
Sean looked back at the werewolf's gaze, then thought about the power he had generated in his hand. 'Just as I thought, my body has already surpassed human strength.' Breaking away from his thoughts, the werewolf attacked him again. This time it was cautious and used all its speed while attacking. With an instantaneous reflex, Sean caught the werewolf by the wrist, delivered a hard elbow to its throat, and without letting go of the arm, struck a brutal blow to the area between the arm and shoulder.
CRACK.
The sound of the shoulder dislocating echoed through the forest. The werewolf howled and roared in pain. Sean only looked at it with a smile. His mother, Melissa, would occasionally ask him why he was so interested in martial arts. Yes, Sean had been a martial arts fan since he was a child and was a martial arts genius who had reached the peak in many disciplines!
The werewolf grew furious with pain. It was as if the muscles in its body had tightened even further. Sean noticed this, but for the first time, his eyes deceived him. The werewolf's speed seemed to have doubled. Grabbing Sean by the throat, the werewolf held him tightly and flung him toward the trees. After breaking several trees with his back, Sean slowly stood up. He wiped the blood from his lip, and his eyes turned golden-yellow. "I seriously didn't want to kill you, little wolf. You've annoyed me enough!" he said. He was in a semi-transformed state, and it felt as though all the power in his body had doubled. Maybe even more? He felt so powerful in that moment that he couldn't quite calculate it.
As the enraged werewolf rushed toward him, Sean sidestepped the attack. Missing its mark, the werewolf stumbled. Seizing the opportunity, Sean quickly grabbed its neck and, as if taking revenge, slammed it hard against the large boulder. After throwing it, he ran toward it and leapt. The werewolf groaned in pain after hitting the rock, and seeing Sean rapidly approaching, its danger instincts warned it frantically. As it moved to escape quickly, this movement did not escape Sean's golden-yellow eyes, and he roared in anger: "NO! YOU CAN'T ESCAPE!"
A hand seemed to emerge from the shadow behind the werewolf and grabbed its neck. The werewolf noticed this and was about to cut the hand-like bond with its claws when a chain emerging from another shadow caught its arm. The werewolf looked in terror at Sean, who had his fist clenched and was coming right at it. The moment Sean fell from the air and landed on the werewolf, his fist smashed into the werewolf's head.
CRACK!! SPLAT!!
He left behind a corpse with a crushed and partially mangled head between the boulder that had split in two. As Sean's eyes returned to their original color, he looked at the corpse as if realizing what he had done. After watching the corpse revert from its wolf transformation back into human form after death, he walked away, his mind swirling with frantic questions.
'How? I could understand a normal human, but could my body have surpassed the power of a werewolf... no, a Beta? Or... is every werewolf different? I wonder if I am a power-type werewolf? And... I controlled that shadow involuntarily, and it gave me a pleasure as if I were controlling the world. I watched the werewolf fall into despair with delight and finally killed it... ah... what exactly am I turning into, seriously...' Sean's mind was filled with wild questions and thoughts. After cleaning his hands in a waterfall in the forest, he left the scene without leaving a single trace. He had no idea of the shock the town's police would experience when they found the body a few hours later.
After Sean returned from his morning run, Stiles was just arriving at their house in his car. Just as he was about to honk the horn, Sean waved his hand and called out, "Hey Stiles. Morning, man."
Stiles smiled and looked at Sean teasingly, "Oh, it looks like the McCall family is up early. Or is this a new routine?" Sean chuckled and said, "Ah, of course... I have a very special new routine. Like cracking the head of a friend named Stiles, for example? Want a close-up look?" he added, cracking his knuckles. Stiles waved his hand dismissively and asked, "Where's Scott, by the way? He should have been here by now."
Sean shook his head, "I don't know. At first, it seemed like he was having a nightmare. His breathing wasn't normal before I headed out for my run this morning. Actually, I want to talk to you about something before that, Stiles... do you think every werewolf is the same?" Just as he said those last words, Scott rushed out the door with his bag in hand.
As Scott arrived, Stiles looked at him from a distance and replied to Sean, "I don't know, but I've seen a few blog posts about it. I mean, there's wolf-coyotes, wolf-foxes. I don't know how to explain it. It's like the person bitten changes according to their own essence." Then, checking himself, he added, "Of course, that's just my theory. I don't really believe such a thing exists. A werewolf is a werewolf, right?" As he directed the question to Sean, Sean simply nodded and said nothing more.