The Youngest (Teen Wolf) Rewritten

Chapter One

The next morning, Kylie was woken by her mother, who dressed her quickly before giving her a warm breakfast. Soon after, Scott, who had been granted special permission, took her to school on his bike. As he secured his bike outside, a car door swung open, grazing its paint.

"Dude, watch the paint job," Jackson called out, his tone sharp as he glared at Scott. His eyes then shifted to Kylie, softening slightly. "Hey, little miss incredible," he added with a smirk.

Before Scott could respond, Jackson's friends called him over, and he strode away, but not without casting Scott a final, dismissive look. Scott sighed, lifting Kylie into his arms with extra care, mindful of his own injury. With her perched securely, they made their way to Stiles, who was waiting nearby.

"Okay, let's see this thing," Stiles said, his eyes narrowing with curiosity.

Scott lifted his shirt just enough to reveal the blood-streaked bandage beneath. Stiles reached out instinctively, but Scott jerked back, a sharp intake of breath betraying the pain.

"Kylie got bit too," Scott admitted, glancing down at his sister. "But she says it's fine and that it doesn't hurt."

Stiles's gaze shifted to Kylie, brows raising. "You sure you don't want to show your buddy Stiles where you're hurt?" he asked, his tone teasing but concerned.

"No," Kylie said, her response blunt and unwavering.

Stiles scoffed, eyes narrowing as if trying to read her expression. Scott let out an exasperated sigh, setting Kylie down and grabbing his bag. With her small hand clasped in his, they turned to head inside, leaving Stiles with a bemused shake of his head.

"I couldn't see much, but it seemed like a wolf," Scott said, his tone uncertain.

"A wolf bit you? No, not a chance," Stiles replied, skepticism etched across his face.

Kylie's small brow furrowed in confusion before she spoke up. "Well, the wolf went ahoooooooo!" she said, her voice rising into an exaggerated howl.

Scott nodded, a hint of relief crossing his face. "Exactly."

Stiles shook his head firmly. "No, it didn't."

Kylie stuck out her tongue in defiance, and Scott's expression hardened. "What do you mean, 'no, it didn't'? We know what we heard," Scott countered.

Kylie tugged on Scott's hand, prompting him to lift her up. Stiles's serious expression cracked into a brief chuckle.

"Because California doesn't have wolves, okay?" Stiles said, glancing between them. "Not in, like, sixty years."

"Really?" Scott asked, the disbelief clear in his eyes.

"Yes, really. There are no wolves in California," Stiles replied, his tone laced with smug certainty.

Kylie tilted her head and smirked. "Smarty-pants."

Stiles shot her a playful glare, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth despite himself.

Scott paused, a sly smile forming as an idea struck him. "Well, if you don't believe us about the wolf, then you definitely won't believe me when I tell you that I found the body," he said, his tone casual but eyes serious.

Stiles jerked in surprise, his mouth falling open, causing Kylie to giggle. "Are you kidding me?" he asked, an incredulous smile spreading across his face.

"I wish," Scott replied, a shudder running through him. "I'm going to have nightmares for months."

Kylie's giggles continued, bright and teasing. "That's just because you're a scaredy-cat."