The night is upon us
Beacon Hills is aglow,
The moon is above
And the pack is below
The assassin, the hunter
Is the one who is hunted
To be found, to be killed
And our teeth won't be blunted
The banshee, the fox, the wolf and his friend
It's the start of something new, and it shan't be the end
A long time coming from that night in the dark
When an inhaler was missing, Scott was left with a mark
The alpha, the leader
Against the one true deceiver
The Benefactor in his true form
The creature, the silent
The one whom is violent
Turns the sunshine into a storm
Nothing but wit and a baseball bat
Stiles as a human doesn't seem all that
Stronger than known, in spirit and in mind
Always with solutions, and incredibly kind
Sharp teeth and fangs, with wits even sharper
These times are hard, and getting much harder
Scott is the alpha, with eyes glowing red
Always on his target and one step ahead
The banshee, the psychic, intelligent and bold
Always ahead of the not yet foretold
The bodies are stacking, higher and higher
And there at the scene is a girl, hair like fire
The night is upon us
Beacon Hills is aglow,
The moon is above
And the pack is below
