The new life

Family

As Stiles grabbed his backpack, he rushed down the stairs, already mentally planning out how to survive another day at school. His dad, Sheriff Stilinski, was seated at the kitchen table, sipping his morning coffee while scanning over a report.

"Hey, Dad!" Stiles called out, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl.

The Sheriff looked up, a small smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Heading out already, kid?"

"Yeah, I’ve got a test today I probably should’ve studied for." Stiles tossed the apple in the air and caught it before slinging his backpack over his shoulder. "Try not to have too much fun arresting bad guys today, okay?"

Sheriff Stilinski chuckled, standing up from his chair and walking over to ruffle Stiles' hair. "I’ll try my best. You have a good day at school, alright?"

"Will do. Later, Dad!" Stiles shot him a quick smile before heading out the door, the sound of the door clicking shut marking the start of another eventful day.

As he walked to his Jeep, he couldn’t shake the feeling that something strange was waiting for him at school. But that was life in Beacon Hills.

As Stiles parked his Jeep in the school lot, he spotted Scott waiting by the entrance, arms crossed and a look of mild concern on his face. Stiles grabbed his backpack and hopped out, making his way toward his best friend.

"Morning, buddy," Stiles greeted with a half-smirk. "You look like you're bracing for another werewolf apocalypse."

Scott gave a half-hearted chuckle but didn’t quite shake the tension from his face. "Morning, Stiles. But... Do you also have a bad feeling today? Like something’s off?"

Stiles paused for a moment, his earlier unease returning. "You know, now that you mention it, yeah. It’s like that itch between your shoulder blades, right? Something's in the air."

Scott nodded, glancing around as if expecting danger to appear out of nowhere. "Yeah, exactly. I just can't figure out what it is yet."

"Great. So we’re both paranoid," Stiles said sarcastically, though he couldn’t hide the serious tone behind his words. "Guess we better keep our eyes open. Who knows what kind of crazy we're in for today."

Scott gave him a reassuring pat on the back. "We'll handle it, whatever it is."

Stiles raised an eyebrow. "We always do. But let’s just hope today doesn’t involve any explosions or being kidnapped by supernatural creatures."

Scott chuckled softly as they headed inside, though neither could quite shake the feeling that something dark was looming just beyond the horizon.

Meanwhile, back at the station, Sheriff Noah Stilinski sat at his desk, sipping his second cup of coffee for the morning while flipping through reports. Deputy Parrish was standing nearby, filing away paperwork from their latest case.

Everything seemed normal, but there was this nagging feeling in the back of Noah's mind. He couldn't shake it, the same feeling he had when things in Beacon Hills were about to go sideways.

Just as Noah was about to push the thought aside, the phone on his desk rang. He exchanged a brief glance with Parrish before picking up the receiver.

"Sheriff Stilinski," he answered, his voice steady but carrying an undercurrent of tension.

On the other end of the line, a dispatcher relayed the information: "Sheriff, we just got a call about some strange activity near the old Hale house. Multiple people reporting weird noises, lights, and—"