The Cullen House
Deep in the woods stood the home of the Cullens; it looked almost identical to their old house in Forks. Inside, the family was occupied with their usual routines. Edward played the piano while Bella sat beside him, watching his fingers move. Emmett and Rosalie were cuddling, while Alice's sister and Jasper chatted quietly. Nearby, Alice was focused on a canvas, painting.
The front door creaked open, and Carlisle walked in wearing his usual white doctor's coat, his medical bag in his right hand. He hung his coat behind the door and set his bag on a nearby chair.
"How was your first day of school?" he asked with a smile.
"It was fine," Alice answered quickly with a beaming grin. Carlisle raised an eyebrow.
"I see you've encountered your mate," he noted.
"Yes," Alice replied, "and he's quite handsome."
Carlisle looked truly happy for his daughter; she had finally found her mate after decades of searching.
"Did you see anything else at school today?" asked Esme, walking downstairs.
"I met his two other mates," Alice added. "They were much friendlier than I expected. By the way they act toward him, it seems they both know what he is—or at least that they are his mates. One is a supernatural, though I don't know which kind, and the other is a human."
"Do you know their names? I might know their coven," Carlisle said.
"Yes. One is Allison Argent, and the other is Hope Mikaelson."
Carlisle froze in his tracks. A look of complete horror and shock crossed his pale visage. Jasper, sensing the sudden spike of fear through his abilities, stood up immediately.
"What's wrong?" Jasper asked.
Carlisle turned stiffly to Alice. He gulped and asked, "Did you say Argent... and Mikaelson?"
"Yes. Is something wrong?" everyone asked with growing concern.
"Yes, very wrong." Carlisle sank into a nearby chair, his hands trembling slightly. He steadied himself and explained, "The Mikaelsons are legends in the supernatural community. They were the first vampires to walk this earth over a thousand years ago. There are five siblings: four vampires and one powerful witch who is rumored to be as strong as any Original."
He took a breath before continuing. "And Hope... she is the daughter of the most dangerous Mikaelson, Klaus. Her mother is the Alpha of a werewolf pack. Hope herself is the first 'Tribrid'—a combination of vampire, werewolf, and witch. She is one of the most powerful beings in existence."
"And the Argents?" Edward asked, brow furrowed.
"The Argents are one of the most famous and deadly hunter families in history. They hunt 'evil' supernaturals who kill innocents. They live by a code: We hunt those who hunt us."
The McCall House
The next morning, Scott awoke abruptly, worried about whether Melissa had made it through the night. He jumped out of bed, still clad in his sleepwear—a tight black shirt and red-and-black patterned pajama bottoms.
He rushed out of his room only to see his mother walking out of hers. He breathed a sigh of relief. Why am I even worried? he thought. I forgot my bite is different. It has a 100% success rate, unlike those knock-off Alphas. He smirked, internally proud of his abilities.
"Morning. Are you alright?" he asked.
"I'm fine, though I feel like I've been soaking in a pool of sweat," Melissa answered.
Now that his worry had faded, Scott's enhanced senses kicked in. The scent was intense. To him, it felt like being trapped in a room with a thousand sweaty people. He wrinkled his nose in disgust but pushed through it.
"Can you show me your claws?"
Melissa nodded and stretched out her hands. Her nails gradually elongated, transforming into sharp, black claws.
"Everything looks fine, then," Scott said.
"Was something not supposed to be fine?" Melissa asked suspiciously.
Scott chuckled nervously. "Nothing. It's just that depending on a person's character, they can sometimes turn into something other than a werewolf. But my bite is guaranteed. No need to worry."
Melissa furrowed her brow. "What if you're in a battle? If you bite or claw someone accidentally, would they turn?"
"No, don't worry about that. I have complete control over who I turn."
Her expression relaxed. "Okay. Well, I need a shower. I probably stink worse than a sewage pipeline."
"I'll use the other bathroom," Scott quipped. "I need to get ready for school and see if Stiles turned into a werewolf... or a golden retriever."
Melissa let out a small chuckle as she walked away, but then she stopped and turned around. "Wait, you said the 'other' bathroom? We only have one."
Scott shrugged and tapped his ring. "I'll just create one."
Melissa's face twitched before she sighed in surrender. "Just don't flood the damn house."
"No worries," Scott called out as she disappeared into the bathroom.
He found a wide spot at the end of the corridor. With a thought, a two-meter steel cube materialized—a contraption he'd designed on a whim to get himself fully cleaned in under two minutes without lifting a finger.