The players who would have been passing the ball casually to themselves were now immersed in a match, playing as though their lives depended on it. Different skills were showcased just to please the coach and the spectators. Scott and Stiles were on the home team jersey, while Jackson was in the other jersey. Receiving the ball, Scott made a 360-degree turn, avoiding a player before bumping into another, and falling to the ground. The other player turned out to be none other than Jackson.

Staring blankly at Scott, he smirked and then walked, making Scott furious. The coach whistled for a free kick and Scott stepped up to take it. None of the other players in the team objected to it as it was just a simple kick towards the opponent's goal. Standing in front of him to mark him, Jackson stared at Scott. Scott reciprocated the action, but more intensely. The coach blew the whistle and Scott kicked the ball faster than Jackson thought he would, leaving him in the dust and running forward to assist his teammates.

Stiles passed the ball to Scott, and he didn't waste time in running forward dribbling players along the way. It seemed like Scott had an arsenal of skills at his disposal. From the Cruyff turn to the Ronaldo chop to the leg-overs, all were used to get past his opponents. Three opponents charged at him at once, cool-headedly, he gave them all nutmegs in just a flick of the ball and they were left behind, leaving Scott in a 1-v-1 situation with the goalkeeper.

"Shoot the ball"

His teammates shouted.

Knowing his window for scoring was rapidly closing, Scott shot the ball with his all, not wanting to give the keeper any chance. The ball whizzed right past the rooted goalkeeper and into the goal. Jackson, who had been chasing him down was frustrated and kicked the grass, making tufts fly about. Scott's teammates gathered to cheer him, patting him on the back and handshaking him.

"McCall, get over here."

The sound of the coach's voice disrupted the celebratory mood.

"What for the love of God was that?" he asked as soon as Scott walked up to him.

"I don't know coach, I was just trying to make the shot."

Nodding his head and smiling, the coach replied "Well you made the shot, and guess what, you're made it into the first team. You're starting buddy."

Scott couldn't help but leave his mouth agape as he stared at the coach's face. The crowd were applauding him, having heard the whole conversation. He made a glance towards Alisson's side and saw her staring at him and applauding as well. He left the area not wanting to risk another situation.

At the end of the match, both Scott and Stiles scored 2 goals each, trashing Jackson's team 4 nil earning praise from the coach and the crowd, with applauds from their teammates.

***

Throughout the match, Stiles couldn't help but ponder his friend's drastic change. He didn't see him practising more than he should have during the holidays so the sudden improvement was suspicious to him. He had scored during the penalty shootout with Scott's help, likewise during the practice match, what he scored couldn't even be considered a goal, more like a tap-in but Scott made insane tackles and dribbles even professionals sometimes struggled to execute.

At home, he did multiple research, all based on wolf bites. All of them led him to the term 'lycaon', the first ever werewolf.

"Is that what Scott was ?" he thought.

Following that, he researched things that could be used to identify a werewolf. He was given their attributes or characteristics; improved agility, strength, endurance, healing, and emotional sensitivity.

Having done enough research, he could now know if Scott was a werewolf or not. He simply would make him touch a silver pendant his dad had given him or make him some chocolates, a substance harmful to the Canis group. He would also ask to see the wound on Scott's waist for any changes, or if it had healed, which would be sus, since it had only been three days since the incident. If at all it was to heal, it's probably just the surface and the bleeding that had stopped. He couldn't wait for the next day.

Arriving at school in his car, he waited for his friend at the entrance of the school. He wanted to test his theory out as soon as possible and his prayers were answered. Beside him walked Scott on their way to class.

"Here could you hold this for me, I need to tie my shoelace."

Stiles handed his pendant to Scott and bent down pretending to do his shoes. He was expecting a reaction from him but received none. Getting up and looking at his face for any distortion whatsoever, he asked

"How do you feel?"

"I am good, why do you ask?"

"Nothing just wanted to know, and I brought some chocolates on my way here. Have some." He said offering some to the werewolf.

"Don't want them to melt before eating it or it might not taste good " He added

"Thanks"

Scott threw some chocolate pieces into his mouth chewed it and swallowed it, all within 2 seconds. A bitter-after taste surfaced on his tongue. He scrunched his face and before he knew it, his breakfast of Cheerios resurfaced in the school hallway.

Stiles was shocked and felt guilty for what he did. He could have done this somewhere private and away from the eyes of others, instead, he wanted to satisfy his curiosity as soon as possible and now he had put his friend in an embarrassing situation.

"Hey, are you ok?" He asked.

Scott didn't respond immediately, he had received a system notification.

<Harmful substance detected>

<hp reduced>

<hp: 85>

<Speed healing initiated>

<Substance fully ejected from body system>

So now he couldn't eat chocolates? How would he explain his new allergy to chocolate, a confectionary he had loved since childhood to his friend?

Stiles on the other hand had lots of thoughts running through his mind.

"Was Scott a werewolf? If so was it the wolf bite that turned him? What would happen on the full moon which was a few days away?"