The last thing Lucas remembered was the ROB joking about power-scaler chuds looking forward to what comes next.
Then he woke up, no longer in some transient sleeping limbo realm.
He was on solid ground. Cold solid ground, looking up at a clear night sky. The full moon blazed like a cold flat star that burned his skin.
Lucas groaned and rolled over on the ground. The veins in his neck and arms bulged— turning black. At the same time, his eyes changed. The whites of his eyes turned bluish black while the iris glimmered to a wolf-gold hue.
The world lost some of its physical color but magnified in detail. He could see every imperfection in the grass and the bark of trees. He could even see the insects scuttling about underneath.
His ears sharpened to the point that he could hear distant police sirens, arguing teenage boys and the howls of a wolf.
Under the moonlight, his bones ached as well.
"Holy heartburn….." He exhaled through bared teeth.
The howl came again. Closer this time.
"Stiles….?" Someone called out in an agitated whisper deeper in the forest.
"Right…" Lucas remembered his time watching Teen Wolf on mtv during his freshman year in highschool. "So, this is season one. Scott is still a human bitch and Peter is somewhere searching for teenage boys to bite."
Another howl came.
"Did he howl this many times originally?" Lucas thought as he stood up just in time to hear the beginnings of a stampede.
The hooves shook the ground.
Deer squeals echoed through the forest.
Clacking antlers followed as the massive wave of bucks and doe's neared.
Lucas casually stepped to the side to take cover behind a tree.
He could hear Scott stumble and fall to the ground in the middle of the stampede ahead.
Not long after, the deer came running past Lucas with pure terror in their eyes. They even smelled of it. Sour and pungent waves wafted off their brown coats.
Lucas fought off the urge to give chase by turning away from the animals and stepping out from behind the tree.
It was then that he saw them.
Scott lay on the ground, looking across the forest to the sight of a massive monstrous werewolf.
The beast alpha. Peter Hale. His red eyes were hard on Scott.
"Oh hell no— I'm not living through another six seasons of Scott refusing to kill people that would cannibalize his own mother if given the chance. Come here Peter the pedophile!"
Lucas took off, he was faster than he'd ever been as he leapt over felled trees and boulders.
All the while, Scott ran as Peter stalked him on all fours.
Lucas neared. Scott was none the wiser— too busy watching Peter to notice him approach.
"Watch out, pussy." Lucas shoved Scott aside as he blew past him and charged Peter.
Peter was barely prepared as Lucas charged, aiming to slam his fist into Peter's face.
Peter snarled and rolled out of the way, spinning around to slash open Lucas's back.
The claws cut deep, nicking Lucas' spine as they flayed his skin and the muscle beneath.
"OUCH!" Lucas hit the ground hard— stunned by the pain. Brought back to reality by it.
As he lay on the ground— torn open and angered, the moons rays entered more deeply.
The wounds steamed as they began to knit themselves closed and scab over. His veins went black all through his body and his muscles swelled.
His ears twitched as teeth bit into flesh and a boy yelled in pain behind him.
In a flash, Lucas exploded to his feet. He turned and found Peter standing over Scott. Scott who now had a fresh bite wound on his shoulder.
Lucas snarled as his anger reached a feral crescendo, "Are you kidding me?!"
Immediately after speaking, his spine cracked in a dozen places. He bent over from the foul pain. His voice dropped a few octaves as he groaned a slew of curses.
Peter turned. Like a dog he turned his head curiously at the sight of Lucas stumbling in pain as his bones popped and cracked and his skin darkened.
Like the vulture he was, Peter charged Lucas, preparing to kill him while he was weak.
Peter threw Scott aside and took off to tackle Lucas.
With his massive bulk, he took Lucas to the ground and bit onto his shoulder.
His fangs were hot as hell and dug even deeper as Peter shook his snout and threw Lucas into a tree.
Lucas wasn't exactly used to high speed combat.
Before he could recover fully, Peter had him by the throat and lifted him up against the tree until his feet dangled off the ground.
His bruises and little scrapes healed over in seconds. His bones continued to break— to reform and grow larger. His skin continued to darken.
Peter cackled.
Lucas growled as he reached up and grabbed Peter's forearm, "You have no idea, do you?"
Peter's wolfish grin disappeared as Lucas's arm transformed. Dark silky fur spread across his forearm as cords of new muscle pushed against the hardened skin. His fingers expanded, gripping around the beast alphas entire arm with ease.
Before Peter could try to incapacitate him, Lucas twisted Peter's arm from his neck and shattered his forearm.
Peter yelped.
Lucas— now freed, hit the ground and grew so quickly at the same time that it didn't even look like he fell from where he was held.
In an instant, he'd transformed into a beast in his own right.
He wasn't as wolf-like as he expected. He was larger— well over seven feet tall and strapped with muscle. His skin had a grey-black hue and was hard like rhino hide and faintly covered in silky black fur. Mostly on his arms, shoulders, chest and back. The heels of his feet were raised like the classic Lycans, but his face was normal aside from the fangs.
He still struck confused terror in Peter.
Peter raged and swung at him with his other— less broken, arm.
Lucas caught it. With his enhanced senses, the world slowed.
Peter sna—
Lucas lunged forward and head butted Peter so hard eight of his teeth flew out of his broken face.
The beast alpha hit the ground like a sack of potatoes.
His blood dripped into Lucas mouth. It made his body quiver and his mind go blank with the feral red of hunger.
Peter was stunned on the floor. Snout mashed and broken. Eyes watering profusely from the devestating impact.
Lucas grabbed him by the legs and swung him like a bat at the tree behind him yelling, "Stupid forceplot bullshit!"
Peter's hit the tree so hard his back broke.
Lucas charged him on the ground with a flurry of slashes, punches and bites.
He lost himself in the anger and hunger and burn of the moon and what a start to his second life it was.
Not to mention Scott— who watched the horror with an open mouth and scarred mind.