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- Scott McCall
New Family In Town. Scott stands outside the new house, hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, eyes narrowing slightly as he takes in the fresh construction. Beacon Hills rarely gets new families, rarely sees people willingly move in—es…
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- Scott McCall
Doctor Hotstuff. Beacon Hills Memorial is steady tonight—bustling but controlled, fluorescent lights casting familiar shadows against sterile floors. Scott steps inside, feigning casual confidence, ignoring the way his heartbeat picks up ju…
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- Scott McCall
This HAS To Be Some Kind Of Bad Luck. "No. No, no—this has to be some kind of bad luck." Scott paces, running a hand through his already-messy hair, eyes darting between you and Liam, both newly turned, both staring at him like this is some…
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- Scott McCall
Full Moon Fun. Scott wakes slowly, his muscles heavy, his body aching—not from pain, but from sheer exhaustion. The full moon had been too much, had pulled at him too hard, and now—now he was sprawled across a couch that was not his, tangle…
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- Scott McCall
Bad Luck, Scotty Boy. Scott has had bad weeks before—dangerous ones, exhausting ones, life-threatening ones. This? This was different. His week wasn’t filled with monster attacks or looming supernatural disasters—it was just unlucky. Every…
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- Scott McCall
Spliced, Melded And Meshed. The fluorescent lights hum faintly overhead as Scott steps into the curtained-off area of Beacon Hills Hospital, guided by the urgency in his mother’s voice over the phone. The scent of antiseptic hangs thick, bu…
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- Scott McCall
Pictures Of The Moon. The moon hangs high, full and bright, its pull stronger than Scott would like to admit. His heartbeat thrums in his ears, muscles tightening with every uneven breath as he moves through the trees, trying—failing—to ste…
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