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wolfsbane chapter three - pack mentality

chapter three - pack mentality

Scott is left in utter disbelief as his vivid dream of being assaulted on a school bus suddenly materializes before his eyes. Desperate for solace, he turns to Derek for support, only to be warned that help won't come without a price. Derek reminds the young werewolf of the unintentional role he played in sabotaging Derek's date with (Y/N), making it clear that their friendship may be tested in the process.

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Wednesday, September 20th

As the rain poured down on the September night, it seemed to awaken a sense of adventure in the creatures of the night. From mischievous foxes rummaging through bins to young lovebirds seeking stolen moments, the atmosphere was ripe with excitement. Scott, too, longed for an undercover rendezvous with Alison, yearning for their private world under the cover of darkness. “Come on.” With hearts aflutter, the young couple dashed out of the school's main building and into the staff car park, their laughter echoing through the air as they revelled in their playful escapades. “Where are you taking me?” Above, the ominous flickering of fluorescent lights created a haunting scene, as their shadows danced across the wet pavement and disappeared behind the old, yellow buses. “Somewhere where we can be alone.“ Scott's face, bronzed by the sun, beamed with joy as he turned to Allison, never letting go of her hand. “We are alone...” the smiling boy positioned himself against the bus door, finding comfort as he leaned back. With a tender gesture, he drew Allison closer, their faces inching closer to one another. “Somewhere where we can be more alone.”

With a gentle push, Scott opened the folding door and cast his eyes upon Allison, who exuded an irresistible allure. Their gazes locked smiles lingering on their lips until Scott took the lead and guided her into the room. “Come on!” he strolled halfway down the aisle, then settled into the seat on the right side, leaning against the grimy window. Allison, feeling mischievous, plopped down on the seat opposite him and locked eyes with a playful smirk. He gazed at the brunette, his smile tinged with nervousness; she nonchalantly shrugged and mirrored his grin. With a nervous bite of his lip, the boy with captivating brown eyes mustered up the courage to approach his crush and take a seat beside her. Leaning over, he steadied himself by gripping the headrest in front of them, before gently pressing his lips against hers, which were beautifully adorned with gloss.

In a passionate embrace, the two locked lips, their desire intertwining like a synchronized dance. Scott's hands eagerly moved to unbutton Allison's blouse, while his other hand tightened its grip, his dark hair and nails digging into the leather, leaving marks of their intensity. With each kiss on Allison's delicate neck, Scott's control began to crumble, like fragile porcelain on the verge of shattering. As he felt his inner wolf growing more powerful, he quickly pulled away from Allison. He kept his head down, hiding his amber eyes and animalistic features behind his curly hair. Allison, still recovering from the intense desire that had clouded her mind, looked up at him with sleepy eyes and spoke softly in a hesitant tone. “What's wrong?” With a sudden jolt, Scott took a step back and pivoted on his heels. He leaned against the two seats behind him, his furry paws gripping the fabric tightly. His breathing grew more laboured, and he lowered his head as he spoke in a hushed and urgent tone. “Get away!” With a low, menacing growl, he pivoted, deliberately positioning himself to face away from Allison. As he did so, the bus appeared to bask in a gentle radiance emanating from his eyes, offering a stark contrast to the icy predator lurking within him. “Scott?” Gasping for breath, his forehead creased, his hairline forming a distinctive V-shape, and his sideburns extending into wild, untamed mutton chops. Allison positioned herself behind the troubled teenager, her face filled with worry as she observed him. “Scott?” she repeated. With his grip on control slipping, Scott pleaded for her to keep her distance, his voice punctuating his snarl. “Get away from me...”

With his ears elongating and their ends becoming pointed, and his fangs protruding as drool flowed down in heavy streams, he found himself unable to resist facing Allison, who, as anticipated, was overcome with fear and began to withdraw gradually. Gasping for air, Scott observed her intently, his sight tinged with a crimson haze. The wolf within him had triumphed in the struggle for control. With measured steps, Allison cautiously retreated down the aisle, while the boy, resembling a predator stalking its prey, advanced towards her. Completely clueless, Allison found herself at a loss for what to do. I mean, who wouldn't be in that situation? It's like one moment her boyfriend is showering her with passionate kisses, and the next he's chasing her down like a predator after its prey. Filled with terror, she let out a desperate moan and bolted towards the nearest exit, hoping to escape the chaos. Scott's lightning-fast reflexes kicked in as he swiftly dropped to his knees and seized her ankle, forcefully pulling her back towards him. The piercing sound of her screams reverberated within the confines of the metallic vehicle. Desperate to escape his inhuman grip, Allison frantically searched for something, anything, to cling onto and free herself from his clutches. The once flawless nails, now chipped, grazed against the cold metal legs of the seats. With determination, she managed to grasp onto one of the legs, finding support as she delivered a swift kick to her boyfriend's sculpted chest. With a sudden burst of energy, Allison sprang up and raced towards the front of the bus. However, her progress was halted by the seemingly impenetrable doors that blocked her path. She was stuck, with no way out.

Despite the small amount of moonlight that seeped into the bus, the girl's broken body was surrounded by a chilling pool of crimson liquid. However, her fear did not deter her from relentlessly pounding and striking the glass with every ounce of strength she had left in her petite frame. As the seat flew down the aisle, she instinctively pressed herself against the entrance, narrowly escaping being struck by it. Desperately, she wedged her bloodied fingers into the narrow gap between the door and the frame, only to witness Scott's eerie transformation as he slowly approached her once again. The creature’s eyes were now completely yellow and bloodshot, while Allison desperately pushed her fingers through the narrow opening in the door. With a final burst of strength, she managed to pry it open, only to be seized by the werewolf, its icy grip on her face sending shivers down her spine. She clamped her hand over her mouth to stifle a scream and was forcefully pushed back, causing the door to slam shut once more. Her face collided with the window, and she surrendered to the chase as Scott's excitement grew.

(Y/N)'s day began like any other, with a soothing cup of lavender tea and a moment of tranquillity in her blossoming garden. The world around her appeared harmonious, devoid of any disruptions. After bidding farewell to her faithful feline companion, she ignited her engine and embarked on her daily journey into town. (Y/N) marvelled at the differences between Beacon Hills and her former homes. In New Orleans, she frequented small businesses and sought out handmade items, while in Texas, she found herself surrounded by big-box stores like Walmart and Target, with a Starbucks seemingly on every block. Despite the contrast, she enjoyed exploring the unique offerings of each place. Beacon Hills was the epitome of a harmonious blend, combining the best of both worlds. However, what truly captivated (Y/N)'s heart was the school itself. She yearned for the opportunity to attend classes and immerse herself in the same knowledge as her peers. Perhaps her life would have taken a different path had she been granted that chance. If only her teachers had shown more concern, things like her spelling skills would have improved. As she waited at the traffic light outside the school, she overheard a group of teenagers chatting and giggling. However, as soon as she rounded the corner, the atmosphere changed drastically. Parked by the staff entrance, a police car and an ambulance stood still. Uniformed officers, frozen in shock, witnessed the gruesome scene, some even succumbing to nausea. Suddenly, her eyes locked on the bus. Its vibrant yellow hue was now marred by the unmistakable splatters of blood. “Oh my god,” With a hushed tone, she carefully examined the metal frame, her eyes fixated on the unmistakable claw marks that were deeply engraved into it.

As the doors of the school groaned open, Scott and Stiles stepped inside, their minds already wandering to the endless possibilities of the day. “So, you killed her?” The werewolf struggled to convey the bizarre dream to his companion, but the more he recounted the details, the more vivid it became in his mind. He could only pray that Alison was nearby. “I don't know. I just woke up. I was sweating like crazy, and I couldn't breathe. I've never had a dream where I woke up like that before.” A look of astonishment crossed Stiles' face as he lifted his eyebrows in response to Scott's remark. “Really? I have. Usually ends a little differently...” the young wolf responded with a dismissive gesture of his eyes as if he had just rolled them in disbelief, all while holding his cup of coffee. “A) I mean I've never had a dream that felt that real, and B) Never give me that much detail about you in bed again.” With a quick nod, the buzzcut boy acknowledged the statement. “Noted.” Stiles hesitated, gathering his thoughts before mustering the courage to address something he knew Scott wouldn't be thrilled to hear. He cleared his throat and began to speak, his words carefully chosen. “Let me take a guess here—"

“No, I know. Do you think it has something to do with me going out with Allison tomorrow like I'm gonna lose control and rip her throat out?” A look of shock crossed Stiles' face as if he had been personally affronted by Scott's implication. “No, of course not.” his gaze bore into Stiles, his eyes filled with intensity. He had spent enough time with Stiles to see through his facade, and finally, Stiles relented, admitting defeat.”...Yeah, that's totally it,” Scott's gaze bore into Stiles, his eyes filled with intensity. He had spent enough time with Stiles to see through his facade, and finally, Stiles relented, admitting defeat. “Hey, come on! It's gonna be fine, all right? Personally, I think you're handling this pretty frickin' amazingly. You know, it's not like there's a Lycanthropy for Beginners class you can take.“ Scott's hands shot up in disbelief as he silently communicated his frustration to his best friend. However, Stiles' ridiculous joke sparked a new idea in his mind. Perhaps not a traditional textbook, but there could be other resources to help him learn. “Yeah... not a class, but maybe a teacher.“ Incoherent mutterings escaped his lips as Stile's head jerked back and forth, vehemently rejecting the thoughts that plagued Scott's mind. “Who, Derek? Are you forgetting the part where we got him tossed in jail?” Despite being fully aware of those facts, he couldn't help but respond in the same exasperated tone as the energetic teen. “Yeah, I know, but chasing Allison, dragging her to the back of the bus... it felt so real.“ With a hint of scepticism, Stiles rolled his eyes, his chocolate orbs reflecting his doubt, and retorted in his usual sarcastic tone. “How real?” he asked. The shapeshifted shrugged. “Like it actually happened.”

As Scott and Stiles made their way towards the back building, they both pushed open the back doors at the same time. However, just as they were about to continue walking to class, their steps came to an abrupt halt. Their eyes widened in shock, resembling saucepans, as they were met with a horrifying sight - an overwhelming amount of blood. Numerous police officers and an ambulance were stationed nearby, creating a scene of commotion. The air was filled with the sound of people conversing, occasionally interrupted by the loud pops of camera shutters. The sheriff's deputies had cordoned off the area surrounding one of the golden buses, which had its back covered in blood and its emergency exit door severely damaged. “...I think it did,” Stiles whispered.

Once more, the duo dashed through the corridors, with Stiles desperately attempting to calm down a frantic Scott. Sweat trickled down his face as he anxiously scrolled through his phone, desperately searching for any trace of a message or missed call from his crush. “She's probably fine-" “She's not answering my texts, Stiles.” Scott's eyes darted anxiously across the bustling hallways, desperately searching for any trace of Allison amidst the sea of students. He scanned the crowd, hoping to catch a glimpse of her familiar brown hair and those captivating amber eyes that always seemed to sparkle. However, no matter how hard he looked, there was no sign of her presence, no scent to guide him towards her. “It could just be a coincidence, all right?” tiles stumbled over his words, his speech faltering. The boy with the buzzcut was well aware that the evidence presented made his claim seem rather implausible. “A seriously amazing coincidence-“

“Just help me find her, okay?” Scott continued to pace back and forth as he made his way down the hallway, glancing at the numerous students he passed. The colour of his olive skin turned a deep shade of red, reflecting the anger and frustration he felt towards himself. “Do you see her?” Stiles, quieter than his closest pal, diligently shifted his gaze from left to right, rapidly surveying the crowd with utmost attentiveness. “No...” his eyes remained fixed on the scene, his fingers nervously tousling his hair. Suddenly, he quickened his pace and swiftly turned the corner, his composure slipping away. Stiles, also filled with panic, desperately tried to keep up but was swallowed by the bustling crowd. Meanwhile, Scott fought to regain control of his breath, his heart pounding loudly in his ears. Leaning heavily against a locker, he gripped it tightly with both hands. His eyes flickered from brown to gold as he let out a guttural scream, causing those nearby to jump in fright. With a forceful punch, he struck the blue metal door, causing it to shake and clang loudly, the sound echoing down the empty hallway as the hinges groaned. he snapped back to reality, realizing the gravity of his actions, and swiftly made his escape. He retreated down the hallway, eventually reaching a crossroads where he abruptly turned around, only to collide with another student - Allison. Her radiant smile and shimmering pink lips instantly eased the tension within the young wolf, as she playfully chuckled at his antics. “You scared the hell out of me!” A sigh escaped from Scott's lips, unable to be contained. His face lit up with relief as he gazed upon the stunning new girl, standing before him, full of life and vitality. ”You're okay!” As she assumed he was talking about the collision they just had, he knelt and picked up her books from the dirty ground beside her. “Once my heart starts beating again, yeah.” She joked. “What?” As she gazed upon him, she couldn't help but notice the expression of pure relief that washed over his face. “I'm just happy to see you.” His words flowed effortlessly, evoking a gentle blush that painted her cheeks in a subtle shade of pink. Just as their moment began to feel uncomfortable, the principal's voice broke the silence, resonating through the PA system in the background. “Attention students, this is your principal. I know you're all wondering about the incident that occurred last night to one of our buses... While the police work to determine what happened, classes will proceed as usual.”

A collective groan echoed through the hallway as the students heard the disappointing news. Meanwhile, Allison, seemingly oblivious to the principal's words, flashed a shy smile at Scott and playfully tousled his hair with her gentle touch. “Save me a seat at lunch?” she asked. he replied with a light nod, “Yeah.”

As Allison made her way to class, he watched her turn and start walking in the opposite direction towards his own destination. While he strolled down the hallway, he couldn't help but notice the faint sounds of a locker door creaking, which caught his attention when he reached the junction between the two halls. Jackson let out a frustrated groan as he shifted his attention towards his teammate, who was watching him with an intense gaze that only served to irritate him further. Despite his best efforts, he couldn't manage to get the locker shut, which only added to his mounting frustration. With a dismissive huff, he turned his cold blue eyes back to Scott. “What are you looking at, asswipe? A deep growl escaped his lips as his face flushed crimson with anger. Scott's guilty yet amused expression perfectly contrasted Jackson's furious countenance before he spun around and made his way to his class, feeling a sense of relief lifting the burden from his weary shoulders.

“I'm being serious Deaton! This isn’t just an animal. These killings aren’t just an animal going after prey. This beast went after the driver on purpose.” Blood trickled down her fingertips as she anxiously chewed on the torn skin around her nails. Her phone was tightly gripped in her other hand as she spoke worriedly to her friend. With each passing moment, she feared that her grip would cause the device to shatter into fragments. Despite the comforting words from Deaton, the caring veterinarian, she couldn't shake off the feeling of impending danger. “(Y/N) Please try not to panic yourself about this. Just because you are close by does not mean it knows you are here.” The calming voice was helping. “I know but how do you know.” She cried.

Derek strolled aimlessly through the supermarket, struggling to hold onto his bulging shopping bag. The chaos of his morning had taken an unexpected turn with the news of the attack. Although he was aware of what had occurred, it wasn't the kind of situation one would typically report to the authorities. As he stepped out of the now bustling store, the warm rays of the morning sun caressed his face, and his senses were immediately captivated by a familiar aroma. It was unmistakably (Y/N)'s blood that wafted through the air, emanating from across the street where she passionately vented her frustrations on the phone. Derek was deeply concerned when he noticed that her fingers were gnawed down to her hand. The sight of her stress and fear unsettled him, as he wanted nothing more than for her to be content and at ease, especially since he was looking forward to his date. “I'll see you later Deaton I’m gonna get some things for tonight then I'll be right there.” With a resolute gaze, she ended the call and embarked on a purposeful journey through the store. Clutching the assortment of items, she had gathered, he observed her peculiar selection at the checkout counter. It was a curious mix of cleaning chemicals that should never be combined, alongside mason jars and garden compost bins.

Exiting the supermarket, she tightly held her phone and scrolled through her contacts until she found Melissa's number. With a quick tap, she initiated the call. Placing her shopping bags on top of her parked car, she couldn't help but smile as she heard her friend's voice on the other end. Meanwhile, Derek observed the woman, eavesdropping on the conversation that followed. “hey Mel, quick and weird question.” She giggled nervously, “Do you happen to know any hunters in town or nearby?” As soon as the word "hunter" reached Derek's ears, his heart dropped and anxiety washed over him, causing his body to perspire profusely. “I need some animal bones for some new jewellery pieces…” A faint flutter in her chest betrayed a small untruth escaping her mouth. Derek briskly strode along the street, his worst fears becoming a reality. He was certain she had discovered his secret, perhaps even aware of Scott's involvement. The timing of her arrival in town on the same night as the Argents and her sudden interest in Hunters seemed too coincidental. The idea of his wolf forming a bond with a hunter was unsettling. However, he reminded himself not to jump to conclusions just yet. Perhaps her inquiry about jewellery was genuine, and he was being too quick to judge her. Taking some time to reflect might provide clarity. The question remained, though - would his wolf be willing to let her go?

“Maybe it was my blood on the door...” he mumbled in his seat. The chemistry classroom bustling with students, engrossed in discussing the bus attack. Stiles found himself seated in the second row from the back, sharing a two-person desk, while Scott occupied the desk directly in front, hindering their conversation. “Could have been animal blood.” stiles argued With a nonchalant shrug, Stiles motioned towards the pencil he held in his mole-decorated hand. back. Suddenly, silence fell upon them as their teacher, Mr. Harris, strode over to his desk, instilling fear in everyone. “You know, maybe you caught a rabbit or something?” A look of sheer disbelief crossed his face as he heard the theory, leaving him visibly shocked. “And did what?” Mr. Harris continued writing notes on the chalkboard, as a beaker filled with clear liquid bubbled on a stand above a Bunsen burner. Upon hearing Stiles' voice, the teacher couldn't help but roll his eyes. “Ate it.” stiles finished. With a dismissive snort, the buzzcut teen shot Scott a pointed glare and retorted in a tone dripping with sarcasm. “No, you stopped to bake it in a little Werewolf oven! I don't know, you're the one who can't remember anything.” The young wolf's offence lingered, yet both he and the other person failed to realize that their intimidating teacher had been observing their conversation. With a stern expression and hands on his hips, Mr. Harris couldn't hold back any longer and interjected in a snide tone, interrupting their discussion.

“Mr. Stilinski, if that's your idea of a hushed whisper, you might want to pull the headphones out every once in a while. I think you and Mr. McCall would benefit from a little distance, yes?” Harris, with a serious expression, locked eyes with secret werewolf and motioned towards the front of the classroom, indicating that he wanted Scott to relocate. He then repeated the gesture with Stiles, choosing a seat in the back but on the opposite side of where he was sitting. The duo let out frustrated sighs and begrudgingly gathered their books and papers, obediently making their way to their assigned desks. “Let me know if the separation anxiety gets to be too much.” As the fluffy-haired boy took his seat at the desk, he noticed another student sitting beside him who appeared unfazed by the two’s mischievous behaviour. However, after a while, Scott's intuition kicked in and he felt a strange vibe. When he glanced back, he caught Jackson's intense gaze fixed upon him, clearly indicating that his captain was still determined to uncover his secret. Stiles' new desk partner glanced at the window and became instantly captivated by the commotion outside. Without hesitation, she sprang to her feet and hurried over to the window, eager to catch a closer glimpse in a flash. “Hey! I think they found something!”

The rest of the students, craving a diversion, leapt up and rushed towards the windows to join her. In the parking lot, an ambulance sat at a corner, its lights flashing and sirens blaring. Two paramedics swiftly pushed a stretcher carrying a middle-aged man towards the open doors at the back of the ambulance. Scott, filled with dread and convinced of the man's demise, glanced at his friend, who had come over to stand beside him. “That's not a rabbit...” Just as the paramedics were preparing to load the stretcher into the ambulance, an unexpected twist occurred. The man, who was previously lying down, swiftly sat up and tightly gripped the shoulders of the paramedics standing beside him. Fear consumed him, causing him to unleash a piercing scream that echoed through the air. “AHHHHH!” Startled by a sudden movement and a piercing scream, the students inside couldn't help but flinch. Overwhelmed, he retreated from the windows and positioned himself in the centre of the room. Sensing his distress, Stiles approached him, offering solace and support. “Okay. This is good. This is good! He got up, he's not dead. Dead guys can't do that.” A wave of despair washed over Scott as they received confirmation that someone had been gravely injured during the events of the previous night. Their face twisted with anguish, burdened by an overwhelming sense of guilt. “Stiles, I did that.”

Once chemistry had finished and lunch began, the duo abandoned the bustling lunch line, making their way towards an unoccupied table with their trays of food. Stiles leaned in close to his friend, his voice hushed but still audible. “But dreams aren't memories.” Scott placed his tray on the table, carefully setting down his backpack on the chair beside him. Stiles followed suit, mirroring his friend's actions. “Then it wasn't a dream...” Seated opposite each other, they carried on with their conversation, their words flowing nervously. “Something happened last night, and I can't remember what.”

“What makes you so sure that Derek even has all the answers?” Scott shot Stiles a fearful glance, his eyes darting anxiously as he cautiously resumed his train of thought, speaking in hushed tones about the mysterious older wolf. “During my transformation, he wasn't changed. He was in total control while I was running around in the middle of the night, attacking some totally innocent guy.” Stiles let out a heavy sigh, reluctant to accept the truth of his own words. “You don't know that.” Scott remained unconvinced by the words of his closest companion. “I don't not know it.” he hesitated, nibbling on his lip as he pondered for a brief moment before letting out a sigh of resignation. “I can't go out with Allison. I have to cancel.”

“No, you're not cancelling, okay? You can't just cancel your entire life! We'll figure it out.” suddenly, Lydia emerged from behind the werewolf, her gaze filled with curiosity as she forcefully placed her lunch tray on the table to Scott's left, capturing their attention. Her vibrant strawberry-blonde hair gracefully danced past her shoulders, adding to her captivating presence. “Figure out what?” she asked her voice dripping with a fake perkiness. Stiles was taken aback when his crush suddenly appeared, especially since she decided to sit next to them during lunch. This unexpected encounter made Stiles stumble over their words, feeling nervous and flustered. “Just, uh, homework...” Scott finished for him.

As Lydia's attention was momentarily diverted by a passerby, Stiles took the opportunity to lean in closer and share a hushed conversation with his sun-kissed companion. “Why is she sitting with us?” Scott stared in astonishment at Stiles and nonchalantly shrugged, conveying his ignorance with a simple gesture. In a sudden turn of events, additional individuals began to settle at their respective tables. A prominent member of the lacrosse team confidently claimed the seat at the head of the table, while Danny positioned himself on Stiles' right side. Scott glanced over and noticed Allison gracefully taking her place on his right, prompting a warm smile to grace his face as he swiftly shifted his backpack to make room for her. “Thanks!” Stiles found amusement in the arrival of another girl who took a seat beside him, prompting her to playfully roll her eyes. However, his annoyance was evident as he glanced at Scott, realizing their brainstorming session had been interrupted by the popular kids. In an attempt to avoid the situation, he unintentionally made eye contact with Danny, a fellow lacrosse team member, who responded with an eye roll, as if Stiles was the most tiresome thing, he had encountered all day, which might actually be true. “Get up.” Adding to the complexity of the unfortunate pair, Jackson approached the table and positioned himself next to the unidentified man. With an intense stare, he promptly instructed the man to vacate the premises. “How come you never ask Danny to get up?” the team member asked as he took himself out of the chair. “Because I don't stare at his girlfriend's coin slot,” Danny argued reminding the table of his interest in men instead of women.

With a forceful push, Jackson cleared the path and swiftly claimed his seat, leaving Scott with a disapproving frown as he witnessed Jackson's impolite behaviour. However, before any words could be exchanged between them, Danny interjected and initiated a fresh conversation. “So, I hear they're saying it's some type of animal attack. Probably a cougar.” The rude blonde finished shovelling his lunch into his mouth before replying smugly. “I heard mountain lion.” Lydia's gaze fixed on her tray as she broke the silence with an irritated tone. "a cougar is a mountain lion." Jackson and Danny exchanged puzzled glances, taken aback by her unexpected response. Lydia, suddenly aware of the impression she was giving, attempted to backtrack, causing her confidence to waver and her facade to crumble. “...Isn't it?” With a single raised eyebrow and a dismissive scoff, Jackson gulped down his bite, his eyebrow furrowing with scepticism. “Who cares? The guy's probably some homeless tweaker who's gonna die anyway.” Stiles, engrossed in his phone as he delved into the details of the case, abruptly interjected as new information flooded in. “Actually, I just found out who it is. Check it out.” The teenager swiftly grabbed his phone, his captivating brown eyes drawing everyone's attention. He played a video, tilting the phone to share the captivating content with the rest of the group. The video, taken from the local news website, showcased a reporter passionately narrating the latest news story.

“The Sheriff's department won't speculate on details of the incident but confirmed the victim, Garrison Myers, did survive the attack. Myers was taken to a local hospital where he remains in critical condition.”

“Wait, I-I-I know this guy.” Scott's breath caught in his throat as he realized the identity of the man labelled as the victim. “You do?” With a nervous stutter, Alison prayed that the injured man held no significance in her crush's life. “Yeah, when I used to take the bus, back when I lived with my dad. He was the driver.” A knowing glance passed between Scott and Stiles, just as the popular girl interjected with a tone that oozed both boredom and irritation. “Can we talk about something slightly more fun, please? Like...” Lydia's eyes widened in astonishment as a brilliant idea struck her. Without wasting a moment, she swiftly shifted her attention towards the new girl, completely disregarding Scott who was seated right in the middle of them. “Oh, where are we going tomorrow night?”

Confusion clouded Allison and Scott's faces, revealing their complete lack of understanding. Sensing their bewilderment, Lydia stepped in to provide a clear explanation. “You said you and Scott were hanging out tomorrow, right?” the brunette eyebrows shot up in surprise as she anxiously swallowed, fully aware of Lydia's impending actions. Desperately, she attempted to act nonchalant, hoping that Lydia would refrain from getting involved. “Um, we were thinking of what we were gonna do...” With a remorseful glance, Allison acknowledged her crush, fully aware that Lydia was on the verge of inserting herself and her nasty boyfriend into their plans. Stiles, too, had a sudden realization, evident from the widening of his eyes. As expected, Lydia wasted no time in doing exactly what they had anticipated. “Well, I am not sitting home again, watching lacrosse videos, so if the four of us are hanging out, we are doing something fun.” Scott stood frozen in disbelief as the unexpected turn of events left him utterly speechless.

“H-H-Hanging out? Like, the four of us?” Allison skilfully masked her frustration as their plans were abruptly interrupted, taking a discreet sip from her water bottle while Scott looked on. “Do you wanna hang out?” Reluctantly, Scott managed to utter the remaining words, visibly despising the concept. Sensing the impending catastrophe, Stiles quickly placed his hand over his mouth to refrain from interrupting. Allison, equally unenthusiastic about the idea as Scott, didn't want to offend her new acquaintance and cautiously responded. “Yeah! ...I guess... Sounds fun...”

Lydia was the only one thrilled about the double date, evident from the irritated look on Jackson's face. He made his frustration known by dramatically lifting his fork in the air. “You know what else sounds fun? Stabbing myself in the face with this fork.” Frustrated by his impoliteness, his girlfriend snatched the fork from his grasp, while Stiles, casually sipping from his water bottle, rolled his eyes and gestured animatedly, disapproving of his friend being insulted in such a manner. “How 'bout bowling? You love to bowl.” Unfazed by the captain’s remarks, Lydia brushed them off and carried on with their date preparations as if he hadn't uttered a word. “Yeah, with actual competition.” Allison couldn't help but feel offended for both her and Scott, so she decided to speak up. She made sure to maintain a friendly and competitive tone in her voice, wanting to address the situation differently. “How do you know we're not "actual competition? You can bowl, right?” Scott's desperate desire to avoid being outshined by Jackson or feeling any more inadequate than he already did led him to resort to blatant lies, spoken with all the conviction of a human being. “yeah… In fact, I'm a great bowler.”

As the young wolf pedalled his bike to the animal clinic, he propped it against the brick building and hurriedly entered. Inside, Alan was already in the exam room when Scott arrived, and without wasting a moment, Scott began apologizing for being late. “Sorry, sorry...” he repeated. While busy unpacking boxes on a metal table, Deaton couldn't resist playfully rolling his eyes at the tanned boy, who had a bright smile that lit up the room. “You're all of two minutes late.” In the corner of the room, Scott gently placed his bag on the floor. “I just don't want you to think I'm slacking...” Deaton smiled and scoffed at him in amusement “Scott, I guarantee you, you're one of the least slacking kids in this town. Besides if I needed help (Y/N)s in her office still.” Just as if it were planned, the office door swung open and then closed, revealing the room's owner entering with a cheerful smile and a stack of books in hand. “evening Scott. How was school?” With a simple question, she managed to bring a wide grin of delight to the teenage boy's face, as he basked in the warmth of her presence. “okay for school I guess glad it's over for the day.” With a light giggle, she delicately placed the books on the desk behind the men before swiftly turning back around. “all my friends in New Orleans used to say that school can’t be that bad right?” With a tilt of his head, Scott directed his gaze towards her, his brown eyes filled with confusion. “were you home-schooled?” Curiosity piqued; he inquired about the intriguing young woman who had become the sole topic of conversation for his mother. “I guess you could call it that.” She squeaked turning back round to her books. “Also, before I forget. I'm missing one of my cryptid books has anyone seen it?” Scott's gaze shifted towards the goth woman, who wore a pained expression on her face as she mourned the loss of one of her beloved books. “no sorry I’ll keep an eye out for it.” he promised.

As Scott was organizing things on a back table, he glanced over and spotted Sheriff Stilinski standing by the exam room door, his expression stern and serious. Instantly, a wave of anxiety washed over the teenager, fearing that the officer had discovered his attempt to harm Garrison Myers and had come to apprehend him. Panic set in, causing Scott to gulp nervously. However, to his surprise, Stilinski simply opened the door, his face transforming into a smile as he revealed that he had brought one of the K-9-unit dogs for a routine check-up. His boss confirmed this with a welcoming gesture, putting Scott's worries to rest. “Hey! I see somebody's ready to get their stitches out!” With a joyful expression, (Y/N) gently caressed the pooch, her talon-like nails providing a unique sensation. She showered the dog with affection, allowing it to shower her face with kisses, treating it like a cherished baby.

Deaton hunched down and gently tapped his knees, coaxing the dog to sit obediently, as Stilinski removed his sunglasses and approached the hidden creature with a warm greeting. “Hey there, Scott. You staying out of trouble?” he asked pointing towards the young wolf with a smirk. Stilinski's sudden arrival left him completely surprised. He observed as Deaton gently lifted the German Shepherd, its leg carefully bandaged, and placed it on the table. Lost in his thoughts, he suddenly realized he had been asked a question and responded with a simple nod. “how are you (Y/N)?” With her cheeks covered in dog slobber, he redirected his attention towards (Y/N) and watched as she wiped it away. “better now I've had puppy kisses.” She joked.

Luckily, Noah was too preoccupied with Deaton's evaluation of the dog to pick up on Scott's anxious behaviour. Without a second thought, the man of law shifted his attention towards discussing work with the veterinarian. “Hey, listen, While I'm here, you mind taking a look at those pictures I was telling you about?” Noah extended the brown file to Deaton, gesturing for him to open it. The label on the envelope, marked as evidence, sent a shiver down Scott's spine. “Sacramento still can't determine an animal.” With a hint of uncertainty in his voice, Deaton accepted the envelope and eagerly tore it open, revealing a stack of photographs. As he carefully flipped them upright, his curiosity grew, compelling him to delve into each image. Meanwhile, (Y/N) stared intently at the photos, fully aware of the underlying truth, yet apprehensive about the potential peril that awaited her if she were to disclose it to the sheriff. In a silent exchange, the two workers acknowledged their shared understanding of the situation at hand. “I'm not exactly an expert... Oh, this is the guy who was attacked on the bus?” Deaton asked. “Yeah. And, we found wolf hairs on Laura’s body.”

“A wolf?” the sheriff’s eyebrows shot up in surprise as he caught Scott's attention. He turned to face him, only to see Scott's panicked expression, realizing he had unintentionally drawn attention to himself and his potential involvement. “I mean, I think I read somewhere that wolves haven't been in California for, like, sixty years...” Alan, noticing his employee’s reaction, looked up at him with a curious expression, as if he possessed knowledge that Scott was unaware of. “True enough, but wolves are highly migratory. They could have wandered in from another state, driven by impulse or strong enough memory.” (Y/N) informed Scott shocking him with her knowledge. (Y/N) stared directly into the image, envisioning herself being harmed by the creature. She couldn't help but wonder if Beacon Hills was truly the safest place for her. “Wolves have memories?”

“Longer-term memories, yes-- if associated with a primal drive. See this one here?” Stilinski and Scott eagerly leaned in as the vet once again presented the photos. This time, it was a different picture of Myers, lying on a hospital bed. The focus of the image was on his face, revealing deep claw marks that ran vertically from his brow, down the side of his face, past his temple, and onto his cheek. Another set of marks followed the same direction, starting from under his eye and ending at his mouth. Additionally, there was a third gash on the side of his neck, cutting diagonally from under his ear towards his Adam's apple. Noah nodded, acknowledging that he understood what Deaton was trying to convey. “Those are claw marks. A wolf would have gone for the throat or the spinal cord with its teeth. A wolf could chase down its prey, hobbling it by tearing at the ankles and then the throat...” (Y/N) nodded her head lightly agreeing with Alan’s explanation.

In a sudden rush of memories, Scott relived the previous night when he had completely transformed into a fearsome Werewolf. He vividly remembered how he had reached out and caught hold of Allison's ankle, preventing her from escaping down the aisle towards the bus exit. With a powerful tug, he pulled her back towards him, causing her to scream in terror, mirroring the haunting wounds captured in the photographs before him.

As Scott finished his work for the day, a sense of relief washed over him. He had been working tirelessly, juggling multiple projects, and finally, he could take a break. However, his mind was preoccupied with thoughts of his mother, who had been working at Beacon Hills Memorial Hospital all day long. Determined to ‘check’ on her and offer some much-needed food, Scott made his way towards the hospital. Little did he know that fate had something unexpected in store for him. As he stepped out of the building, he noticed a familiar figure leaning against a vintage car parked nearby smoking an odd-smelling cigarette. It seemed to be a mixture of sage and something else, but he couldn’t figure out the other smell. "Hey, Scott," (Y/N) greeted him, her voice filled with genuine concern. “I was always heading to the hospital to speak to your mum. Do you want a ride?" she asked stomping her large platform Dr. Martens on the remains of the ciggy. Scott's eyes widened in surprise and gratitude. He hadn't expected anyone to offer him a ride, let alone (Y/N) in her classic car. It was a beautiful vehicle, a symbol of nostalgia and elegance, just like (Y/N) herself. Without hesitation, he nodded, accepting her kind offer. As they made their way towards the car, Scott noticed several boxes neatly stacked in the backseat. Curiosity piqued, he couldn't help but ask, "What's with all the boxes?" he asked hearing the engine start-up. “oh, it's just some stuff for home. gardening stuff and some cat litter.”

The car ride was filled with an air of silence between the two colleagues, with soft music playing in the background. The tunes were a blend of rock and roll and classic hits from the 70s and 80s, unfamiliar to him. However, their journey came to a halt as they approached the hospital, causing her to decelerate and find a parking spot.

As they strolled towards the nurse's station in the ER, both of them wore bright smiles. His mother, who was busy working, couldn't help but burst into laughter when she caught sight of him. Her smile grew even wider when she noticed (Y/N) standing right beside him. “Is my beautiful, talented, and wonderful son actually bringing me dinner and my favourite adopted daughter.” Leaning against the desk, Scott's smile widened as he observed the other nurses recoil in disgust, their eyes burning with fury. Their collective gaze fixated on (Y/N) as if she had just committed an unforgivable act. Sensing their judgment, (Y/N) couldn't help but feel her body tense up with nervousness, causing her to curl inwards. “Thought you wouldn't mind skipping the cafeteria tonight...” he muttered trying to distract himself from the nurses. “You are the most thoughtful, loving...Most conniving little con artist ever.” Unable to contain her amusement, (Y/N) burst into laughter at the sight of his mother's knowing grin. In an instant, his clever scheme crumbled to pieces. “You are so not getting the car tomorrow night. There's a curfew no car.” She sighed placing the bag of food down on the counter before pulling (Y/N) into a tight hug. “so, I was thinking girls night?”

Scott was on the verge of departing through the same route he had entered but abruptly halted as he detected a familiar fragrance, compelling him to reverse his steps. He trailed the scent beyond the nurse's station and down the corridor until he reached the very end, where he discovered the room where Garrison Myers had been admitted. Swiftly and discreetly, he entered the room, ensuring no one caught sight of him. Scott hesitantly drew back the curtain that divided the room, revealing Myers peacefully lying in bed, his eyes shut tight in slumber. The sight of his former bus driver, with his head swathed in bandages and his body marked by wounds, sent a wave of shame and horror crashing over Scott. A clear sign of the severity of the attack, Myers had an IV in his right arm and was receiving oxygen through a nasal cannula. In a hushed tone, he finally found the courage to speak up. “Mr. Myers...? are you okay?” In a matter of seconds, a flicker of recognition crossed his face as he locked eyes with Scott, triggering a sudden surge of panic. His mouth opened, but instead of words, only gasps escaped as he desperately attempted to prop himself up. Frantically, he clutched onto Scott's sleeve, yanking him closer, his distress amplifying with each passing moment. he struggled to break free from his grip, but the situation escalated rapidly as Myers unleashed piercing screams, prompting Melissa to rush into the room. “What the hell are you doing in here? Get out now!”

(Y/N) whisked him away from the hospital and escorted him back to his residence, determined to protect him from any potential harm. "In case of any trouble, he can always rely on me since his mother is extremely concerned," she assured, her voice filled with genuine care and concern. As they manoeuvred into his driveway, Scott let out a deep sigh, feeling the heavy burden of concealing his werewolf identity taking its toll on him.

The weight of his secret was suffocating, and he longed for someone to confide in, someone who could understand the struggles he faced. But the fear of rejection and the potential danger it could bring to his loved ones kept him silent. He knew that revealing his true nature could put not only himself but also those around him in grave danger. If he had it, his way Stiles wouldn’t know either. He worried every day his best friend would get harmed because of him. "I can't confide in anyone," he uttered, his voice laced with frustration and sadness. The weight of his words hung heavily in the air as he slammed the car door, the sound of shattering glass echoing his inner turmoil. The shattered window served as a physical representation of the shattered trust and isolation he felt.

(Y/N) watched him with a mix of sympathy and understanding, her heart aching for the young man who carried such a heavy burden. She muttered under her breath, "Teenagers these days," a small hint of a smile tugging at the corners of her lips. She knew all too well the struggles of adolescence and the challenges of keeping secrets. With a final glance at Scott's residence, she drove off to her own abode, her mind filled with thoughts of how she could support him and help him navigate the treacherous path he walked. She knew that being there for him, even if he couldn't confide in her, was a small but significant way to offer him solace and support.

As the car disappeared into the distance, Scott stood in his driveway, the weight of his secret still heavy on his shoulders. But in that moment, he felt a glimmer of hope, knowing that he had someone in his corner, someone who cared enough to whisk him away from the hospital and offer him a safe haven. And perhaps, in time, he would find the strength to confide in someone, to share the burden that threatened to consume him.

Thursday, September 21st

The deputy parked his cruiser near the Hale House ruins and stepped out, taking a moment to survey the surroundings. After a quick visual scan, he reached for his radio and made a call to dispatch. “It looks pretty deserted, dispatch. Did you want me to take a look inside?”

“Unit Sixteen, it's county property. Orders are to make sure it's vacant.” Standing amidst the desolation of the Hale House, the deputy couldn't hide his unease. And he was right to be uncomfortable because he was being watched. “I don't... I don't think anyone's home.” Derek, still a prime suspect in the murder investigation, had taken refuge in the deserted house. His gaze fixated on the officer, his mind racing with anticipation. “For the love of God, Sixteen, go inside and see if anyone's there!” Irritated, the deputy let out a frustrated sigh as he cautiously approached the house. Yet, as soon as he took a step forward, the K-9-unit dog in the backseat erupted into a frenzy of barks, intensifying the deputy's unease. Startled by the sudden noise, he swiftly turned to reprimand the dog. “Don't do that!”

As the deputy approached the house, he couldn't spot Derek standing just behind the window on the second floor due to his angle. Derek, peering outside through the shattered glass, caught a glimpse of the deputy. With his piercing blue Werewolf eyes, he unnerved the dog, causing it to bark louder and more anxiously. It was evident that Derek's presence had intimidated the canine, establishing his dominance in the hierarchy. As the dog's panic escalated, its saliva sprayed across the partially open window, leaving the deputy feeling increasingly unsettled. Determined to uncover the cause of the dog's distress, the deputy searched for any signs of what was alarming it. The dog's anxiety intensified, prompting it to thrust its head out of the rear window. Convinced that he had thoroughly investigated the situation, the deputy reluctantly returned to the car, offering comforting words to the agitated canine. “Okay, I'm coming, I'm coming...”

As the deputy settled into the driver's seat and started the car, the persistent barking of the dog persisted. Derek, who had been observing from a distance, couldn't help but feel a sense of relief and satisfaction as he realized he had successfully avoided being caught squatting in his own home. Just as the car disappeared from view, Derek's attention was drawn to the sound of approaching footsteps. He turned to see Scott emerging from the woods that marked the boundary of the Hale property. The teenager hesitated, his anxiety causing him to fidget from one foot to the other while Derek remained hidden from view. Eventually, Scott grew impatient and took the initiative to break the silence and speak his mind. ”I know you can hear me. I need your help.”

As the rain began to pour, Scott sought shelter on the porch. Finally, Derek emerged from the house, but his silence and blank stare made it clear that Scott would need to put in more effort to get his help. With a sigh, he prepared to persevere. “Okay, I know I was part of you getting arrested... and that we basically announced you being here to the Hunters... I also don't know what happened to your sister...” Scott's words poured out incessantly, but Derek remained stoic, his gaze fixed on Scott without revealing any emotion. “But I think I did something last night. I had a dream about...” he paused briefly, reluctant to reveal his ongoing connection with Allison, but ultimately chose to maintain a guarded demeanour. “Someone... but someone else got hurt. And, it turns out that part of the dream might have actually happened-“

“You think you attacked the driver?” Derek interrupted his green eyes empty of any emotion towards the boy. Scott's demeanour shifted to one of disbelief, his expression mirroring his incredulity. “Did you see what I did last night?” It was clear that he suspected Derek of withholding information as if Derek possessed a deeper understanding of the situation than he was willing to reveal. “No.”

“Can you at least tell me the truth? Am I gonna hurt someone?”

“Yes.”

“Could I kill someone?”

“Yes”

“Am I gonna kill someone?”

“Probably”

Scott's face contorted with the weight of his emotions, teetering on the edge of tears, as he slowly made his way towards the edge of the porch. He deliberately kept his back turned to Derek, unable to face the reality of becoming a killer. Observing his struggle, Derek let out a weary sigh, eventually succumbing to a wave of compassion for his wolf brother. “Look, I can show you how to remember. I can show you how to control the shift, even on a full moon. But it's not gonna come for free.” Scott's spirits were low, leaving him unable to muster the energy to engage in an argument. Moreover, he found himself unable to meet Derek's gaze, adding to his despondency. “What do you want?”

“You'll find out.” In a momentary pause, Derek collected his thoughts, while Scott's eyes remained locked on the front of the house. “But, for now, I'm gonna give you what you want.” Without turning his body towards Derek, Scott subtly shifted his gaze to catch a glimpse of him from the corner of his orbs. “Go back to the bus. Go inside. See it. Feel it. Let your senses-- your sight, smell, touch. let them remember for you.” Confusion and disbelief etched deep lines on Scott's forehead as he tried to make sense of the situation before him. “That's it? Just-just go back?” With a curious gaze, Derek fixed his eyes on the young wolf. “Do you want to know what happened?” With a vulnerable expression, Scott finally mustered the courage to meet Derek's gaze. “I just want to know if I hurt him.” Derek had an uncanny ability to understand Scott's deepest fears. It was as if he could sense the very same fear that had haunted him years ago. And now, history was repeating itself as Scott found himself terrified of the very same thing. With a knowing glance, Derek confronted him about it, making it clear that he had noticed. ” No, you don't. you want to know if you'll hurt her.”

As darkness enveloped the surroundings, Scott and Stiles arrived at the school in Stiles' trusty Jeep, opting for a secluded route near the woods. Stepping out of the car, Scott motioned for his friend to stay behind, cautioning him to remain at a safe distance. “Hey, no, just me. Someone needs to keep watch.” He spoke sternly scolding the driver like a dog. “How come I'm always the guy keeping watch?” Ignoring Stiles, the werewolf swiftly intervened as he witnessed his friend attempting to scale the chain-link fence separating the parking area from the school bus bay, firmly grasping his shoulder and preventing him from proceeding further. “Because there's only two of us!” With a sudden step back, Stiles descended to the ground level, his finger pointing directly at Scott, his voice filled with accusation. “Okay, why's it starting to feel like you're Batman and I'm Robin?” As Scott cast a frustrated glance his way, Stiles couldn't help but scoff once more, unimpressed by the situation. “I don't want to be Robin all the time!” Scott, feeling just as exasperated, fired back with a response of his own. “Nobody's Batman and Robin any of the time!” Stiles felt a mix of offence and disappointment as the argument came to a close. “Not even some of the time?” With a heavy sigh, Scott issued his last command, his voice filled with authority. “Just stay here.” Stiles let out an exasperated sigh, as if Scott were his father, constantly dictating his every move. “Oh, my God! Fine.”

Stiles made his way back to the Jeep while Scott effortlessly scaled the chain-link fence. As he approached the buses, a wave of unease washed over him, his apprehension evident. It was clear that he was terrified of what awaited him, yet he understood the importance of facing the truth head-on. Pausing briefly, he halted his actions, shut his eyes, and inhaled deeply, seeking solace in his senses, longing for his body to aid in recollecting what his mind had failed to retain. In an instant, a torrent of memories from the previous night flooded his consciousness, engulfing him completely.

The schoolboy found himself lying in bed, his body covered only by his boxers. The distant sound of a wolf's howl pierced through the silence, causing him to grip the blankets tightly before rolling over to the opposite side. As the howling persisted, Scott's restlessness grew, causing him to toss and turn, his face and chest drenched in sweat. Eventually, the mounting tension within him reached its breaking point, and Scott abruptly woke up, his eyes gleaming with a golden hue and his fangs ominously extended.

Scott's eyes snapped open, a jolt of surprise coursing through him. He took a deep breath, desperately trying to regain his composure. As he unclenched his fists, he steeled himself for the next step, his curiosity mingling with fear. Ignoring the crime scene tape, he made his way towards the bus, his determination unwavering. Pausing momentarily, he prepared himself mentally before reaching out to touch the door. Suddenly, a vivid image from his dream last night overwhelmed him, leaving him momentarily stunned.

In his complete Werewolf transformation, Scott forcefully pushed Allison, causing her to collide with the door. The sight of her bloodied forehead and cheek, visible through the glass, sent shivers down her spine as she let out a piercing scream of terror.

The tanned boy stood there, gasping for air, feeling completely overwhelmed by the situation. He hesitated for a moment, gathering his courage before finally reaching out to open the folding door of the bus. Step by step, he ascended the stairs, his movements slow and deliberate. As he reached the top, he turned around, his gaze sweeping down the aisle, taking in the entire length of the bus. Seeking support, he clutched onto the back of a nearby seat, only to be struck by a sudden flashback from his dream, leaving him breathless.

With a complete transformation, Scott swiftly seized the brown brown-haired girl's ankle and forcefully pulled her towards the rear of the bus, causing her to scream in terror.

Scott's heart raced with horror as he found himself trapped in a relentless cycle of shifting between reality and his haunting dream, only to discover that even his dream was plagued by the unsettling echoes of what truly occurred.

With a relentless grip, the creature resembling Scott kept dragging Allison down the aisle, her cries echoing through the air. In the midst of Allison's piercing scream, another scream echoed through the air, this time from a man. The scene shifted in memory, replaying the same intense moment, but this time it was Garrison Myers who found himself being forcefully dragged by his ankle, not Allison.

Scott's face twisted in disbelief as the full sequence of events from the previous night unravelled in his mind. The realization that he had brutally killed Garrison Myers hit him like a ton of bricks, leaving him horrified. He released his grip on the seat and proceeded to walk down the aisle, his steps slow and heavy. The sight of blood-splattered seats ahead only intensified his shock.

In Scott's mind, he revisited his dream, reliving the moment when he underwent a complete transformation. With immense strength, he tore out a seat from the back of the bus and hurled it in the direction of his crush, who desperately sought an escape through the front door.

The teenager was overwhelmed by the intensity of the flashback, causing him to instinctively shield his face with his hands and flinch as if the seat were actually hurtling towards him. He let out a gasp, his breaths coming in short bursts as he struggled to regain composure. Gradually, he realized that it was merely a flashback and slowly lowered his arms, his heart still racing. With a cautious step, he began to walk down the aisle, his eyes darting around to absorb every visual detail, from the mist forming on the windows to the stains of blood on the seats. As he glanced down at the floor, he was abruptly pulled back into another flashback, this time reliving the actual events that had taken place.

Mr. Myers found himself sprawled on the floor of the bus; his body positioned in an unconventional manner. His head pointed towards the front while his feet stretched towards the back. Desperately clutching onto the bar securing the nearby seat, he extended his right hand towards Scott, pleading for assistance, his cries echoing through the air. As the true sequence of events unfolded, Scott extended his hand towards Myers, desperately hoping to offer him assistance while he cried out in distress.

The brown-eyed wolf's gaze lifted, only to meet the terrifying sight of the monstrous Werewolf that had inflicted the bite on him. With a menacing growl, the creature raised its clawed hand high in the air before swiftly slashing at Scott's chest, leaving a deep gash. Scott let out a sharp breath, his hand instinctively reaching for his chest as if to halt the flow of blood. It took him a moment to realize that the pain he felt was a lingering reminder from the previous evening's injury and not a fresh wound.

The robin of the group sat in the driver's seat of his Jeep outside the chain-link fence, nervously rubbing his head and leaning on his left hand. With (Y/N)'s book in his lap, he noticed headlights flashing across the parking lot. Without hesitation, he honked the horn loudly to alert Scott, realizing they had to leave quickly to avoid being caught.

The werewolf, his mind reeling from the shocking revelation, realized that he wasn't the one responsible for the attack. Instead, he had been trying to shield Myers from the true assailant. Doubtful, he glanced down at his chest once more to ensure he hadn't sustained any injuries. Suddenly, the blaring sound of a honking horn startled him, causing him to jump in surprise. In a frenzy, he spun around and sprinted down the bus aisle, swiftly exiting through the front door and effortlessly leaping over the crime scene tape. Using a red SUV as his launching pad, he gracefully flipped over the chain-link fence, resembling a nimble gymnast. As he landed, he executed a graceful somersault before dashing towards Stiles' Jeep. Inside, his human friend anxiously drummed his hands on the steering wheel while muttering to himself. “Come on! Come on!” stiles mumbled.

As Stiles inserted his key into the ignition, Scott swiftly flung open the passenger door and hopped in, his voice filled with urgency as he commanded Stiles to flee the scene immediately. “Go! Go! Go! Go!” With a forceful press on the gas pedal, Stiles sent the car hurtling backwards along the familiar road, only to abruptly slam on the brakes moments later and execute a thrilling spin at the crossroads. “Did it work? Did you remember?” Zooming away from the school, the human glanced at Scott. With his right arm hanging out the window, he tightly clutched the Jeep's roof to secure himself in the seat, as there was no time to fasten his seatbelt. “Yeah, I was there last night. And the blood? A lot of it was mine. I-I-I saw glowing eyes in the bus, but they weren't mine. It was Derek.”

Scott's gaze narrowed, his brow furrowing as he attempted to piece together the fragments of what he had just witnessed. “What about the driver?” the Adderall addict asked. “I think I was actually trying to protect him.” Stiles briefly contemplated the situation, but it didn't take long for him to spot a flaw in Scott's argument, resulting in a disapproving expression on his mole-infested face. “Wait…why would Derek help you remember that he attacked the driver?” Frustration etched on Scott's face as he shook his head, unable to provide a solution. “That's what I don't get.”

“It's gotta be a pack thing.” With a leather-bound book in hand, Stiles caught the wolf's attention as the familiar spine, adorned with moons, made the wolf furrowed his brows. “check the book for me?” stiles asked. “this is (Y/N) why did you steal it?” With a hesitant start, he began flipping through the pages of the book, searching for the vibrant sticky notes that his friend had a reputation for employing excessively. “somethings wrong with her Scott. I've been trying to read this, and every single thing has been correct.” As Scott perused the pages of the book, he couldn't help but notice the dreadful spelling, yet he was captivated by the exquisite illustrations showcasing a variety of wolf eye colours and the enchanting allure of wolfsbane and fangs. “There is no way she doesn’t know werewolves exist. She got to be involved with the hunters.” The two teens slowly looked at each other with worry. “and she’s friends with our parents…” Scott muttered. “don’t worry about it for now. Just go on your date and enjoy the night.” Things couldn’t get worse.

Derek arrived at the gas station in his sleek black Camaro, ready to refuel. As he stepped out of the car, he couldn't help but notice the tranquillity that enveloped the night. The only sounds that broke the silence were the rhythmic blinking lights and the gentle hum of the pump. The gas station, nestled on the outskirts of town, seemed like an oasis of calm amidst the chaos of everyday life. The air was crisp and cool, carrying with it a hint of gasoline and the faint scent of freshly cut grass. The moon hung high in the sky, casting a soft glow over the surroundings, and illuminating the rows of neatly lined fuel pumps.

Derek took a moment to appreciate the stillness, feeling a sense of peace wash over him. It was a rare moment of solitude in a world that never seemed to stop moving. The blinking lights, like tiny stars, seemed to guide him towards the pump, their steady rhythm creating a hypnotic effect. As he reached for the fuel nozzle, he marvelled at the simplicity of the scene. The gentle hum of the pump provided a soothing background melody as if nature itself had composed a symphony for this quiet moment. The sound seemed to blend seamlessly with the distant chirping of crickets, creating a harmonious chorus that echoed through the night.

As he glanced up from refilling his car tank, the sun's rays glinting off the metal, he heard the distinct sound of another vehicle entering the gas station. The familiar rumble of an engine caught his attention, and his heart skipped a beat as he saw the peach-coloured car pulling in. It was a car he recognized all too well, one that belonged to the person he referred to as "Y/N." Without acknowledging his presence, Y/N headed straight to the shop, her steps heavy and burdened. He couldn't help but notice the weariness in her movements, the weight of the world seemingly resting on her shoulders. A wave of sadness emanated from her, palpable even from a distance, causing his heart to ache in empathy.

His attention shifted to her car, parked haphazardly near the gas pump. His eyes widened as he noticed a shattered window, shards of glass glinting in the sunlight. Fear gripped him tightly, squeezing his chest as he considered the possibilities. Had the alpha finally caught her, Or had Scott done something to her, causing this destruction? Anger began to consume him, a fiery rage that clouded his thoughts and fuelled his determination. He clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white as he imagined the pain Y/N must have endured. How dare anyone lay a hand on her, how dare they cause her such distress? The protective instincts within him surged forward, overpowering any rationality that remained.

Without a second thought, he abandoned the gas pump, leaving his own car behind as he stormed towards the shop. The sound of his footsteps echoed in his ears, matching the pounding of his heart. He pushed open the door, the bell above chiming in protest, and his eyes locked on Y/N, who stood near the counter, her face etched with a mixture of exhaustion and vulnerability. His voice, laced with a controlled fury, cut through the air, demanding answers. "What happened, Y/N? Who did this to you?" His words hung heavy in the tense atmosphere, his gaze never leaving her as he awaited her response. With a smile directed at the cashier, she made her purchase of a lighter, rolling papers, and a petite bottle of vodka, trying hard to ignore the male behind her.

The ebony-haired man’s heart sank as he watched (Y/N) walk away, the silence echoing in his wolf ears. He stood there, clutching his jacket, feeling the weight of his mistakes. He had let her down, not only by standing her up on their date but also by failing to protect her from the unknown vandal. Regret washed over him, and he knew he had to make things right. Desperation consumed Derek as he watched (Y/N) retreat further. He knew he couldn't let her go like this, not when their relationship meant so much to him. With a newfound determination, he sprinted after her, his voice filled with sincerity as he called out her name. "(Y/N), please, just hear me out," Derek pleaded, his voice cracking with emotion. "I know I messed up, and I can't change that, but I need you to understand that I never meant to hurt you. There was a reason I couldn't make it to our date, and I promise it's a good one."

(Y/N) stopped in her tracks, her back still turned to the man she had grown to yearn for. She hesitated for a moment, torn between her pain and the lingering love she felt for him. Slowly, she turned around, her eyes filled with a mix of anger, hurt, and curiosity. “I don’t care. If you really were sorry, you would have texted or called. I heard nothing" she grumbled, her voice dripping with frustration and exhaustion. The weight of their new relationship had become unbearable, and she could no longer pretend to be invested in their once-blossoming love affair. With a heavy sigh, she dropped his black leather jacket into his hands, the cold fabric slipping through her fingers like a lost connection. The jacket, once a symbol of their intertwined lives, now felt foreign and distant, mirroring the growing distance between them. "I just need some space," she stuttered under her breath, as she hopped into her car and sped off leaving a dust cloud in her space.

Derek persisted in refuelling his vehicle, attempting to appear unaffected, but his vigilance was evident as another car approached. The hunters, who had recently encircled him, kept him restrained near the gas pump. Positioned before him was Chris Argent, while two additional hunters leaned casually against the silver SUV behind him. After a brief pause, Derek detached the pump from his gas tank and secured it back in its place, sealing the lid. It was at this moment that Argent chose to initiate their conversation. “nice ride. Black cars through very hard to keep clean.” Argent strolled confidently towards him, gliding his fingers along the sleek surface of Derek's Camaro. With a deliberate gesture, he extended his hand and effortlessly wiped away an imaginary mark on the hood, a clear attempt to unnerve Derek. “I would suggest a little more maintenance.”

Derek observed Argent intently, his face devoid of any emotion, as he approached the gas pump and swiftly picked up the free windshield wiper cleaner and squeegee. With a flick of his wrist, he removed the excess cleaning fluid from it, displaying his efficiency. “If you have something this nice, you want to take care of it, right?” With a mischievous grin, the hunter diligently wiped away the frost from Derek's windshield, all the while maintaining a casual conversation that carried a subtle undertone of menace. “Personally... I'm very protective of the things I love. But that's something I learned from my family. ...And you don't have much of that these days...do you?” Derek's black leather jacket concealed his clenched left hand, catching Argent's attention. The Hunter observed Derek, anticipating a confrontation, but to his surprise, Derek gradually unclenched his fist, revealing his ordinary human nails. Derek managed to keep his inner wolf under control effortlessly. Chris nodded in satisfaction, relieved that the situation didn't escalate, and calmly placed the squeegee back in its holder.

“There we go. You can actually look through your windshield now. See how that makes everything so much clearer?” The hunter's disingenuous grin transformed into a menacing smirk, as he locked eyes with Derek for an extended period. Satisfied that his message had been effectively conveyed, he pivoted and made his way towards his vehicle, with the rest of the Hunters trailing behind. Nevertheless, Derek, unable to resist, finally interjected with a touch of sarcasm in his voice. “You forgot to check the oil.” With a sudden halt, Argent ceased his stride, his back deliberately facing Derek. A mischievous grin spread across his face, relishing in the satisfaction of successfully affecting Derek. Slowly, he pivoted around, directing a subtle nod towards one of his fellow Hunters, a cunning smirk etched onto his rugged features.

“Check the man's oil.” Reluctantly, the smaller of the two Hunters made his way towards Derek's car, while Derek observed his every move with keen interest. Surprisingly, instead of circling around the front of the vehicle to inspect the engine, the Hunter halted at the driver's side door and discreetly retrieved a concealed semi-automatic gun from his side. Without hesitation, he used the butt of the weapon to shatter the window, glancing towards Chris for a nod of approval. “looks good to me.” As Argent made his way towards his SUV, he and his team of Hunters departed in their own vehicles. Derek clenched his teeth in frustration as he glared at the shattered glass surrounding his car.

As the rain poured and thunder rumbled, Derek reached the hospital with one goal in mind: finding Garrison. Determined to uncover the truth about the alpha, he was willing to go to any lengths, even if it meant exploiting an injured civilian. His motivation stemmed from his deep love for his family, his sister, and (Y/N). The bus driver's lifeless body lay serenely on the sterile bed until the silhouette of a wolf cast a haunting shadow upon the pristine white blanket. “open your eyes.” He ordered. But nothing happened. “open your eyes.” Myers reluctantly obeyed, emitting a deep growl. The agony etched on his battered face intensified as the wounds around his eyes became more pronounced, forming a web of creases and dark circles. “What do you remember?” Myers appeared to have a sense of familiarity towards him, as memories of his piercing forest green eyes flooded his thoughts. In a feeble attempt, he desperately uttered his last name, as if it held some significant meaning.

“How do you know my name?” Derek barked with rage. “I'm sorry... I'm sorry.” Myers reclined on his pillow while the wolf struggled to comprehend the discussion. Abruptly, a blaring alarm erupted from the telemetry monitoring system, prompting Melissa to investigate before urgently summoning the nurse. Derek had mysteriously vanished from the room, realizing that his sole witness was now deceased and of no value. Melissa hurriedly entered the room and was taken aback with disbelief upon witnessing Myers lifeless in bed, his telemetry showing a flatline. Rose, call a code! Room one-thirty-seven!

Derek's heart pounded in his chest as he raced through the dense foliage of the preserve. The branches whipped against his face, leaving small scratches in their wake, but he paid no mind to the stinging pain. They would heal in minutes. His mind was solely focused on finding (Y/N), ensuring her safety, and making amends for the chaos he had inadvertently unleashed. The moon cast an eerie glow through the canopy above, illuminating the path ahead. Derek's heightened senses allowed him to navigate the winding trails with ease, his footsteps barely making a sound as he moved with the grace of a predator. The scent of wolfsbane grew stronger with each passing moment, a reminder of the danger that lurked in the shadows. As he sprinted, memories of the gas station incident replayed in his mind. The panic that had consumed him when he realized the potential harm he had caused to (Y/N) and those around her. The guilt that gnawed at his conscience, knowing that his actions had put her in harm's way. He couldn't bear the thought of her suffering because of him.

As the thunder grew louder, Y/N stepped out of her car onto the meadow, her heart pounding with excitement. The dark clouds loomed overhead, casting an eerie shadow over the landscape. Ignoring the ominous atmosphere, she carefully poured vodka into four jars, each one representing a different direction. She had heard tales of the power of storms, how they could cleanse and rejuvenate, and she was determined to harness that energy. Sitting on the damp grass, she positioned the jars in a circle around her, their contents shimmering in the fading light. The air was heavy with anticipation, and she could feel the electricity building in the atmosphere. As the first droplets of rain began to fall, she closed her eyes, allowing the cool sensation to wash over her like a chilling halo.

The rain intensified, drenching her and the surrounding meadow. The sound of the downpour drowned out all other noise, creating a symphony of nature's fury. Y/N's senses heightened, her body tingling with the raw power of the storm. She could feel the energy crackling in the air, charging the very molecules around her. Finally, the rumbling sounds reached the field, shaking the ground beneath her. The thunder roared like a beast, its voice echoing through the vast expanse. A smile of pure joy spread across Y/N's face as she felt the storm's might. It was as if the heavens had opened up, granting her access to a realm of untamed energy.

Derek couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and concern as he watched the soaked woman move with an almost ethereal grace. Her movements were deliberate and purposeful as if she knew exactly what she was doing. As she positioned each jar at a corner of the territory, Derek's mind raced with questions. What was the significance of these containers? And why was she placing strands of her hair inside each one? It was a peculiar sight, one that left Derek with a sense of unease. He had known the woman to be mysterious, but this was a whole new level. Without wasting a moment, she arrived at her home with remarkable swiftness, only to immediately turn around and depart once more, leaving the jars untouched as she raced along the newly moistened road towards the town.

Melissa, worn out and in her cosy pyjamas, trudged wearily down the hallway towards Scott's bedroom. Even before she reached the door, she called out to him, her voice filled with exhaustion. “hey (Y/N)s coming over for a wine and dine night.” She mumbled clearly upset over something. As she stepped into the doorway, her gaze fell upon Scott's room, which was shrouded in darkness and devoid of any presence. The half-open bedroom window added to the eerie atmosphere. Melissa couldn't help but let out a sigh, disappointed that Scott had missed the curfew imposed on the entire town. However, she quickly composed herself, shaking her head in resignation, and made her way back to her own bedroom. All the while, she muttered softly under her breath, expressing her frustration.

Just as she was about to enter her bedroom, a loud thud echoed from Scott's room, causing her to freeze in her tracks. Startled, she turned her head towards the noise and was unsettled by the window rattling open and shut. Cautiously, she retreated back into her room, snatching a baseball bat and positioning herself just inside the doorway. Her heart raced as she witnessed a figure rolling onto Scott's bed from the window. Ready to strike, the brunette hesitated as the figure suddenly stood up and called out. “WHOA! OH, NO, NO, NO!.” finally realising it was her son's idiot friend and lowered the wooden weapon. “Stiles, what are you doing here?” Stiles' voice is just as exasperated, as though Melissa is the one in the wrong here, especially when he remembers that Scott almost did the exact same thing to him with the bat Scott tried to kill him with. “What am I doing? God, do either of you even play baseball?”

In an instant, the room was illuminated as the light switched on, exposing Scott's return. Without a moment's hesitation, Melissa swiftly redirected her attention towards him, unleashing a frustrated scolding. “Can you please tell your friend to use the front door?”

“But we lock the front door. He wouldn't be able to get in.” She let out a heavy sigh before swiftly exiting the room, muttering under her breath. “(Y/N)s coming over don’t be little shits for an hour or two I beg you.” As Scott's gaze shifted towards his friend, he couldn't help but notice the gravity etched on his friend's face. Concerned, he swiftly inquired about it, furrowing his brows and pulling his desk chair closer to engage in a face-to-face conversation. “My dad left for the hospital fifteen minutes ago... It's the bus driver. “They said he "succumbed to his wounds." The young wolf’s gaze met Stiles with a questioning expression, prompting the latter to carry on with his thoughts. “Scott, he's dead.” Scott's eyes grew wider, a gasp escaping his lips as shock coursed through him. With the limited information he had, he began piecing together a mental image, connecting the dots to form a clearer picture. Scott burst into the Hale House, convinced that the older wolf was responsible for the attack on Garrison Myers. Ignoring (Y/N) who held a wine bottle tightly, he urgently called out for Derek. But it was too late, Scott was already racing down the street. “Scott!”

As the night progressed, Y/N discovered themselves engaged in lively conversation with Melissa, their laughter resonating throughout the room. Amid the cheerful atmosphere, Stiles quickly formulated a plan. "Hey, Mel, mind showing me the way to your bathroom?" The mysterious woman inquired. Concealed behind a nearby wall, the teenager listened intently, their heart racing at the faint sound of her footsteps on the creaking floorboards. Filled with a sudden rush of anxiety, Stiles swiftly moved to intercept her near the bathroom, his eyes revealing his unease. "Listen, you captivating goth," the nervous boy stammered, trembling with fear, as she raised an eyebrow, revealing her dark, smoky eyes and perfectly winged eyeliner. "I know you're hiding something from me, and you can't deny it because I've read your book."

As the thunder roared around the house, she forcefully pushed Stiles against the wall, surprising him with her hidden strength. "Listen up, Stiles. I don't want to cause you any harm, but you've messed with the wrong girl, kid. Now, hand over the book if you know what's good for you." Stiles quickly nodded in agreement as she gradually released her grip. Filled with anger, she stomped her way back downstairs, and the rage slowly subsided inside once again.

“Derek! I know you're here! I know what you did!” Hidden from view, Derek's serene voice reverberated through the desolate remains, creating an eerie atmosphere in the darkness. “I didn't do anything.” Sceptical of Derek's claims, Scott cautiously approached the charred staircase, determined to locate his hiding spot within the dilapidated house. “You killed him!” Derek remained hidden, yet his responses to him persisted, though now tinged with a growing impatience in his tone. “he died.” Despite Scott's continuous effort to locate Derek, his newfound powers were not yet up to par. “Like your sister died?” As he ascended the steps, drenched in sweat from the strenuous bike ride to the house, he cleverly engaged in conversation, hoping to uncover any clue about Derek's whereabouts. “My sister was missing. I came here looking for her.”

“You found her.” Scott approached the final steps, his senses heightened, alert for any sign of movement from Derek. Derek, overwhelmed by anger, unleashed a piercing yell, clearly tormented by the subject of their discussion. “I found her in pieces! Being used as bait to catch me.”

“I think you killed them both. I'm gonna tell everyone, starting with the Sheriff.” Scott triumphantly ascended the staircase, only to realize at the eleventh hour that Derek had been silently trailing him on the opposite side. In a sudden twist of events, Derek materialized behind him, forcefully gripping his shoulders and unceremoniously hurling him down the stairs. With a sinister grin, Derek stood at the summit while Scott tumbled down, landing in a crumpled heap on the ground floor.

Scott's feeble attempt at a roar prompted the elder Werewolf to bound down the staircase, disregarding each step and effortlessly landing beside the teenager. Before Derek could even respond, Scott seized him by the front of his leather jacket and forcefully propelled him through the charred remnants of the wall, sending him crashing into a heap of shattered wood and drywall. “Huh.”

As Derek regained his composure, he forcefully expelled the drywall dust from his mouth and brushed off the debris that had settled on him. Rising to his feet, he shook his jacket to remove any lingering particles, all the while feeling a sense of begrudging admiration for Scott's audacity. However, what truly bothered him was the fact that the impact had washed away the lingering scent of (Y/N), leaving it intermingled with the unpleasant odours of mildew, mould, and dust. “That was cute.”

Derek casually discarded his jacket, exposing a simple Gray t-shirt. He strolled towards the former foyer of the house, passing a door adorned with a stained-glass window. Through the window, Scott caught a glimpse of Derek as he stretched his head and neck, undergoing his inaugural transformation in front of the audience. The audible crunch of bones accompanied his progress until he successfully crossed the threshold, now fully transformed into a formidable Werewolf. Derek's appearance underwent a remarkable transformation. His once bare skin was now adorned with a dense growth of hair, framing his eyebrows and accentuating his chiselled chin. Moreover, his jawline had become even more defined, perfectly accommodating his four newly grown, intimidating fangs. As if that wasn't enough, his hands had also undergone a drastic change. They were now rough and large, housing ten formidable claws that possessed the power to slice through anything, provided he exerted enough force. With his once green eyes now radiating a vibrant blue hue, he proudly reveals his menacing fangs, prepared to engage in a proper showdown with Scott.

With a swift jump, Scott propelled himself through the gap created by Derek's flight through the wall. The tension between them was palpable as they cautiously circled each other, both anticipating the other's next move. Derek's low growl persisted, adding an extra layer of intensity to the standoff. With a thunderous roar, Scott charged at Derek, but this time Derek's lightning-fast reflexes allowed him to seize Scott by the shirt and forcefully slam him against the wall. In one swift motion, Derek flung Scott aside, causing him to somersault over the coffee table and land in a crouched stance. Despite growling softly, Scott managed to evade Derek's pounce, skilfully rolling to the side just in time to avoid being pinned down.

As they rose to their feet, both of them exchanged blows, but Derek eventually pushed his opponent across the room, causing him to fall flat on his back. Derek then stood in a hunched-over stance while Scott struggled to get up, using the coffee table for support. In response, Derek let out a fierce growl. With lightning speed, Derek sprinted towards the coffee table, transforming it into his impromptu shield. He launched a powerful kick, propelling his feet into Scott's chest, and sending him hurtling backwards. Undeterred, Scott swiftly regained his footing, while Derek unleashed another kick, this time aiming at the wall. As Scott grabbed a nearby wooden beam, the battle escalated to a whole new level. With a forceful strike, he made contact with Derek, causing him to tumble backwards and roll across the ground. As Scott swiftly approached, wielding the beam like a baseball bat, Derek managed to evade a blow to his face by rolling to the side. Seizing the opportunity, Derek swiftly rose to his knees and delivered a powerful strike to the back of Scott's knees, sending him sprawling and crashing onto the hard ground.

Derek was sent tumbling backwards and rolling across the ground after a powerful strike from Scott. As Scott advanced with the beam, ready to swing like a baseball bat, Derek skillfully avoided a blow to his face by rolling to the side. Taking advantage of the opening, Derek quickly got up on his knees and delivered a strong strike to the back of Scott's knees, causing him to crash onto the hard ground. Scott's agony echoed through the room as he stumbled towards the couch, his hands gripping it for support. The pain seemed to force him to retreat, his body trembling with each step. Meanwhile, Derek stood behind him, his back turned, and twisted his neck, the sound of bones cracking filling the air as he transformed back into his powerful human form. Scott's eyes met Derek's, revealing a profound sense of betrayal etched on his face. Exhausted from the relentless fight and weary of their arguments, Derek finally broke the silence with a heavy sigh, setting the truth straight once and for all. “I didn't kill him. Neither of us did. It's not your fault, and it's not mine.”

Scott's anger intensified as the words reached his ears, fuelling his fury. Determined, he rose to his feet and confronted the person, his voice filled with disbelief and booming with intensity. “This? This is all your fault! You ruined my life!”

“No, I didn't.”

“You're the one that bit me!”

“No, I'm not.”

Shock coursed through Scott's veins as he absorbed the unexpected revelation, causing his eyes to widen in disbelief. Frantically, he scanned his surroundings, trying to process the overwhelming information. His gaze shifted downwards, landing on his chest where he noticed a series of shallow claw marks. Tentatively, he reached out and touched them, feeling a shiver run down his spine as the sight of blood on his fingertips triggered a haunting memory from the previous night.

As Scott neared the bus, his peripheral vision tinged with a crimson hue, courtesy of his enhanced Werewolf sight. Inside the bus, a terrifying wolf-like creature was viciously assaulting Garrison Myers, who cried out in terror. Desperate for help, Myers extended his trembling hand towards Scott, praying for salvation. However, as Scott attempted to intervene, the colossal Werewolf slashed him across the chest, reminiscent of the painful wounds he had sustained in the demolished hale house, but this time the injury ran even deeper.

“...There's another.” Scott's gaze shifted to his crimson-stained fingertips, observing the wounds on his chest that had miraculously begun to mend. At that moment, a sudden realization struck him, leaving him so astounded that he sank into the couch, gasping for air. “It's called an Alpha. It's the most dangerous of our kind. You and I? We're Betas. This thing is more powerful, more animal than either of us. My sister came here looking for him. Now I'm trying to find him. But, I don't think I can do it without you.”

“Why me?”

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wolfsbane chapter one - wolf moon

Chapter One – Wolf Moon

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Scott's life takes an unexpected turn when a mysterious creature attacks him while on a mission to find a missing body. Instead of succumbing to the bite, he discovers that he has acquired extraordinary abilities that set him apart from others. As if that wasn't enough, he also finds himself working alongside a peculiar new colleague who seems to have a strange connection to a resident who has recently returned to town. And to add to the whirlwind of events, Scott finds himself falling for someone new, only to discover that this person harbours a deep family secret that could change everything. Scott's world is now filled with intrigue, danger, and a web of interconnected mysteries that he must navigate to uncover the truth.

Word count – 16,609

Wednesday, September 6th, full moon

The police force was at a loss for how to respond to the unexpected call that had come in. The night air was cold and still, and it would have been a peaceful evening if not for the persistent sniffing and barking of the dogs. The officers stood there, uncertain of what awaited them, their minds racing with possibilities and their hearts pounding with anticipation. It was a moment of suspense, as they prepared themselves for whatever lay ahead, ready to face the unknown with courage and determination. It had been a while since anything like this had occurred in Beacon Hills, and the residents were understandably anxious. The local law enforcement officers were hoping that they were the only ones lurking in the dense undergrowth of the preserve, but it seemed that an unknown entity was observing them. Beneath the ethereal mist, his sapphire eyes gleamed with an otherworldly brilliance, captivating all who beheld them. His nose, ever so delicately poised, yearned for a mere whiff of the elusive scent they were relentlessly pursuing.

The enigmatic figure was enveloped in the overpowering aroma of sage. The pungent scent of charred sage filled the air, causing his nostrils to tingle with irritation. With each heavy step he took, the sound of crunching leaves echoed through the stillness of the surroundings. Yearning for a stroke of luck, he longed for a moment where everything would fall into place. However, his hopes were shattered when he stumbled upon his sister's lifeless form that fateful night. The haunting image of her pale, lifeless body etched itself into his memory, tormenting him with its crimson gaze. As if that wasn't enough, an agonizing pain gripped his body, as his bones twisted and contorted, while his once smooth hair transformed into a course, unruly mane.

Clad in nothing but a pair of gym shorts, Scott McCall busied himself with re-threading the laces on his lacrosse stick. The anticipation of the big day ahead had him feeling restless, and despite his best efforts, he couldn't seem to calm his nerves enough to get some shut-eye After deciding that the net on his stick was satisfactory, he carelessly threw it onto his unkempt bed. To distract himself, he began using his push-up bar, pushing himself to his limits until he was interrupted by a sudden noise. In a hurry, he quickly threw on a burgundy hoodie and dashed down the stairs, tightly gripping his untouched baseball bat. As he reached the front porch, the darkness enveloped him, making it nearly impossible to see anything beyond the door. The absence of light heightened his senses, adding an air of mystery and anticipation to his surroundings. As he heard a strange noise, Scott cautiously stepped out of the door frame to investigate. To his surprise, he saw a figure hanging from the roof. His heart racing, he let out a yelp of terror, almost hitting the person in the face. However, as he took a closer look, he realized that it was someone he knew. Stiles Stilinski, his dim-witted companion, let out a piercing yelp that echoed through the air. Stiles Stilinski, his dim-witted companion, let out a piercing yelp that echoed through the air.

“Stiles, what the hell are you doing?!” With a low growl, he rolled his chocolate-brown eyes in frustration before extending a hand to help his companion up from the ground. Stiles was known for having moles all over his face like stars in the sky, and his hair was usually shaved to his scalp or overgrown and messy there was never an in-between. His eyes were similar to his best friend’s, but the honey rings were a big difference. “You weren't answering your phone! ...Why do you have a bat?” Stiles seemed more hyperactive than usual, making Scott realise he would be in for it that night. “I thought you were a predator!” With a loud clank, he set the bat down and observed as Stiles brushed the leaves off his body. “Look, I know it's late, but you gotta hear this. I saw my dad leave twenty minutes ago. Dispatch called. they're bringing in every officer from the Beacon Department, and even state police.” A sly smirk spread across Stiles' face as his friend glanced up at him, clearly taken aback. “Two joggers found a body in the woods.” It was as if his eyes were defying the laws of physics, growing even larger than before. “What, a dead body?” His speech faltered, stumbling over words as he struggled to communicate. “No, a body of water. Yes, dumbass, a dead body!” With a burst of energy, Stiles hopped back and forth, unable to contain his excitement. “You mean, like, murdered?” the buzz-cut teen shook his head “Nobody knows yet. Just that it was a girl, probably in her twenties.”

“Hold on, if they found the body, then what are they looking for?” There was a brief pause in Stiles' actions.

“That's the best part. they only found half.” A mischievous grin spread across Stiles' face as he tightly grasped Scott's shoulders, letting out a hearty chuckle. “We're going.”

(Y/N) navigated the twisting roads that led her to the weathered sign, which greeted her arrival in Beacon Hills. As she drove, her car shook, and she cranked up the volume of her music to drown out the eerie silence of the surrounding woods. In the absence of silence, she was well aware that her mind would be tormented by the constant buzzing and jolts. The tranquillity of nature's silence was not a viable choice. As she extended her hand to soothe the creature, her black cat emitted a gentle meow. As they ventured further into the preserve, the terrain became increasingly rough. The once smooth roads transformed into a combination of mud and gravel, making the journey much more challenging. Just as she was about to make the turn, the young woman abruptly brought her vehicle to a halt. The blinding lights emanating from the police cars compelled her to stop in an instant. Taking a deep breath, she switched off the engine, instantly catching the attention of the officers. With a timid gesture, she raised her hand in a shy wave as a police officer approached her with cautious steps. “Sorry mam, the roads are closed for emergency purposes.” The sound of his worn-out voice filled the air as he illuminated the surroundings with his torch, hoping to get a closer look at the girl who had an unusually gothic appearance.

The mysterious woman would stand out from the crowd, exuding an air of uniqueness that set her apart from other girls her age. Judging by her appearance, it seemed she was in her early twenties. Clad entirely in black, she adorned herself with intriguing accessories crafted from bones and stones. he hoped they were fake. Dark shadows and thick eyeliner adorned her face, catching the attention of the officer. While he was accustomed to seeing teenagers with alternative styles like goth, grunge, and hippy, this grown woman was different to the grunge moody teens. “Sorry to disturb you, officer. I’m new in town and I think my new house is just down the road.” With a stutter, she gestured towards the opposite side of the obstructed zone. The officer's eyebrow raised in curiosity, and then he directed her attention to the trembling hands clutching the information booklet. (Y/N)'s gaze met the worn-out image of the cottage, a sight she knew all too well, while the officer observed her. With a fit and slender physique, the middle-aged man had short, light brown hair, a lightly tanned complexion, and captivating hazel eyes. (Y/N)'s attention was drawn to the slightly grimy sheriff badge, causing her to gulp nervously.

“Ah, the old cottage. Been a very popular hangout for the kids.” With a chuckle, he returned the pages to the girl, observing her anxious behaviour. He couldn't help but notice the state of her hands, which trembled with every gesture he made. Upon closer inspection, he saw that her nails and skin were gnawed to the point where blood had crusted around the wounds. “I’ll have to escort you down there miss. Unfortunately, there’s been a body found and we are doing searches in the woods surrounding your new home.” With a subtle nod, she expressed her gratitude to him before redirecting her attention towards her vehicle.

The traditional exterior of the cottage chosen by the elderly couple that previously owned it, it became evident as (Y/N) inspected the premises. As she did so, the sheriff followed closely behind, illuminating the surrounding field with his flashlight and circling the delightful structure. The meadow appeared undisturbed, as if time had forgotten it. The grass grew tall, yet it concealed the vibrant blossoms yearning to burst forth. Once the sun graced the sky, a kaleidoscope of colours would paint the landscape in breathtaking beauty. “I think the county had the place cleared out for you he was used as a drug den for a while so please be careful.” While he shared the information, she responded by nodding and carefully placing her suitcase on the porch, causing a slight creaking noise. “I had a company come in a put my stuff in the house for me. I just hope my bed is intact because I’m pooped.” With a playful remark, she managed to bring a smile to his face. “Here pass me your phone.” Fidgeting with her cardigan button, she handed him her unlocked device. As he glanced down, he realized it was an outdated flip phone with a keypad. The only other time he had encountered such a phone was when they were confiscated as evidence in burner phone cases. “If you need anything miss…?”

“(Y/N) Williams sir.” In a seamless motion, he typed his number on the device before promptly passing it back to her. “(Y/N) If you need anything or see anything please don’t hesitate to call. You’re a bit of a way out, don’t want you on your own out here.” She quickly thanked him, registering he had put his name in her phone Sheriff Noah Stilinski. “Thank you, Noah, I hope you have a good night.”

As the teal blue Jeep driven by the two teenagers entered the preserve, the sign warning against entering after dark was instantly illuminated by the powerful headlights of the vehicle. “We're seriously doing this?” With a torch gripped tightly in his hand, Stiles stepped out into the night. The sound of the dying leaves echoed beneath his shoes, creating a haunting melody. Scott trailed behind, struggling to keep pace with Stiles as they ventured deeper into the mysterious woods. In his hand, he clutched his trusty white inhaler, a symbol of his determination to face whatever awaited them. “You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town.” The teenagers pressed on, their curiosity leading them deeper into the woods, where the distant sounds of dogs added an element of suspense to their adventure. “I was trying to get a good night's sleep before practice tomorrow.” Stiles' mocking laughter echoed through the trees. “Right, 'cause sitting on the bench is such a gruelling effort.”

“No, because I'm playing this year. I'm making the first line.” With a chuckle, Stiles redirected his attention to his innocent companion. “Hey, that's the spirit! Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one.” The boys strolled along, enveloped in silence, while the symphony of nature played in the background. The atmosphere grew denser, causing Scott to pause and rely on his inhaler for more breaths, slowing their pace. “Just out of curiosity, which half of the body are we looking for?” Breaking his gaze from the muddy ground, Stiles shrugged indifferently. “Huh! I didn't even think about that.”

“And, uh... what if whoever killed the body is still out here?” The duo paused once more in their journey. “Also, something I didn't think about.” The sound of Scott's exasperated sigh indicated his weariness with the common hurdle also known as Stiles. “It's comforting to know you've planned this out with your usual attention to detail.” Stiles turned with his signature mischievous smirk. “I know.” Scott propped himself against a tree, reaching for his inhaler from his pocket. Stiles urged him on, and Scott followed him up the steep incline. The ground beneath them grew muddier with each step, caking their once-pristine shoes. Taking cover behind a massive, decaying tree limb, the pair quickly grasped the dire situation they found themselves in - right in the path of the relentless search party. The sound of the baying hounds grew louder, urging them to swiftly devise their next course of action. With a shared understanding, they discreetly extinguished their torch, determined not to draw any unnecessary attention to their presence. “Wait!” Scott's voice barely escaped his lips as he whispered. Little did he know, Stiles' impatience would soon triumph. Succumbing to the urge, he whispered back to Stiles and leapt out towards the group. “Stiles! Wait up!”

The sudden sound of a dog's jaw snapping shut took Stiles by surprise, sending him tumbling to the ground. “Hold it right there!” The noise of the barking grew increasingly louder, causing Stiles to squint as the bright torchlight momentarily blinded him. Meanwhile, Scott quickly sought refuge behind a nearby tree, his breath creating a mist in the chilly air as he covered his mouth. “Hang on hang on!” As the angry voice of Stiles' father echoed in the background, Scott let out a deep breath into his inhaler. “This little delinquent belongs to me.” With a frustrated sigh, the officer pressed on, determined to scour every inch of the dense forest. “Dad. What are you doing?” With a sigh, Noah lifted his child from the grimy earth, his hoodie now adorned with a layer of filth, twigs, and foliage. “So, do you, uh, listen in to all of my phone calls?” The young boy couldn't help but laugh, his hand nervously finding its way to the back of his head, scratching away his unease. “No er… not the boring ones.”

“where’s your usual partner in crime?” Stiles attempted to appear as bewildered as he could, shrugging his shoulders once more. Nevertheless, his father remained unconvinced and refused to believe any of it. “Who, Scott? Scott's home. He said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for the first day back at school tomorrow. It's just me... In the woods... Alone...” Raising his torch, he cast its light across the area, hoping to catch a glimpse of Scott, who remained hidden behind the unchanging tree. “Scott, you out there? Scott?” After a brief moment, Scott remained completely still, not making a single movement. The exhausted sheriff hesitantly concluded that Scott was not accompanying Stiles. Letting out a sigh, he firmly grasped the back of Stiles' neck and guided him towards the entrance of the dense preserve. “Well, young man, I'm gonna walk you back to your car... And then you and I are gonna have a conversation about something called "invasion of privacy." He growled, Stiles sweating profusely.

Scott exhaled deeply; his lungs relieved after being held captive for so long. The barking of the dogs ceased and the light from the officers' torches faded into the mist. The young boy sprinted down the hill, feeling a strange vibration under his feet. The eerie silence of the forest overwhelmed him, sending shivers down his spine. The darkness was suffocating, and the thought of a potential killer lurking nearby made him uneasy. He reached for his inhaler, hoping it would calm his nerves, but before he could take a puff, a group of deer came charging towards him in a frenzy. With every step, the terrifying creatures trampled over him, forcing his body to the chaotic ground. The rustling of the dead leaves beneath him grew louder and more violent, causing his inhaler to be flung several meters away into the abyss of darkness.

After the deer had finally dispersed, Scott, still in a state of disbelief, managed to stand up. His immediate priority was to use the flashlight on his phone to search for his lost breath on the forest floor. Unfortunately, his efforts yielded no results. As Scott cautiously scanned the ground, he startled himself when he caught sight of the upper half of the body that Stiles had warned him about. The upper portion stood severed, a gruesome sight. Flies had already taken residence, hastening the decay of the lifeless form. Her once vibrant eyes, now dull and lifeless, mirrored the presence of death. The chilling sight of blood stained her motionless, unclothed figure.” AHHHHH!” The sight of a young woman, her face as white as a ghost and her hair tangled with mud, left him completely speechless. He hadn't anticipated the intensity of this situation, and it took him by surprise. In a daze, Scott stumbled backwards, falling further into the preserve, desperate to distance himself from the horrifying crime scene he had just witnessed.

Scott rose unsteadily, letting out a pained groan as he leveraged himself up with the aid of a fallen tree trunk. His skin was likely riddled with scratches from the surrounding twigs, and his clothes were undoubtedly ruined. A noxious blend of dirt, mud, and animal waste clung to him, creating a foul layer of stench. He hurried through the woods, desperate to escape the area as quickly as possible. The noise of something unfamiliar was not concealed by his trousers. Suddenly, a menacing growl echoed from behind, causing him to halt in terror. He gradually pivoted, only to be confronted by a monstrous creature. It was some sort of wild animal, but he didn't have the luxury of pondering its identity before sprinting away. With a sudden burst of energy, the monstrous creature pounced on him, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground once more. Despite his attempts to crawl away, the beast had different plans in mind. It seized his battered ankles and dragged him back like a lifeless puppet. The piercing red eyes bore into him before sinking its teeth into his side, causing the young man's screams to echo through the forest.

Frantically, Scott raced through the dense forest, stumbling and falling as he desperately attempted to escape from the unknown assailant. Eventually, he managed to reach the closest road, relieved to find that the creature had not pursued him any further. Just as he thought he was safe, a car came speeding towards him, honking loudly. Miraculously, the driver skilfully manoeuvred away from Scott, narrowly avoiding a collision. Scott breathed a sigh of relief as he found a safe spot to rest. He gingerly lifted the tattered fabric of his hoodie to inspect the deep bite wound on his hip. The rain was relentless, mixing with his blood and creating a gruesome scene. Just then, a haunting howl echoed through the woods, sending shivers down Scott's spine. It seemed like tonight was not going to be his night after all.

The eerie cry of the creature echoed through the forest and across the meadow, causing the new girl to pause her gentle strokes on her cat. With a sense of unease, she fixed her gaze upon the dense woods that enveloped her unfamiliar abode. With a quick stride, she approached the meadow, her ears perked up for any sign of a howl. Alas, there was none. She let out a sigh and made her way back to her abode, securing the door behind her. Retrieving her notepad, she jotted down a new seed to add to her collection for the upcoming meadow. (Y/N) took a moment to admire the vibrant purple flower, knowing it was an added layer of protection. She was willing to go the extra mile if it meant staying safe. As she stood in the kitchen, she cautiously opened the window, calling out to her beloved feline friend, hoping to avoid attracting the attention of the creature that had been howling nearby.

As the enigmatic man with piercing blue eyes made his way towards the well-known meadow, memories of his past flooded his mind. The grass, still covered in morning dew, had flourished over time, and the cottage remained steadfast in its place. However, an unexpected sight greeted him this time - the lights of the deserted house were mysteriously switched on. Curiosity piqued, he inhaled deeply, recognizing the familiar scent of sage in the air. Yet, there was an unfamiliar undertone, a new herb perhaps, that he couldn't quite place. Nevertheless, the essence of sage remained potent, drawing him closer to the enigma that awaited him.

His attention was caught by a soft feminine voice, causing him to focus his gaze. He then proceeded to crouch down amidst the lush greenery, observing as the kitchen window slowly opened. “Bones! Here boy!” A shrill voice echoed through the air, catching his attention. Judging by its pitch, he guessed it could be a woman calling out to her pet. As he observed, a sleek black cat gracefully hopped onto the windowsill and disappeared inside the building. Despite his curiosity, the man decided it might be better not to pry too much into the new owner's identity.

Thursday, September 7th

As Scott pedalled his bike through the school car park, he couldn't help but notice the swarm of teenagers scattered across the paths and roads, clearly reluctant to enter the building. Skilfully, he dismounted just as he reached the bike rack, effortlessly sliding his front wheel into place and securing it. With a quick adjustment of his backpack, he hung his helmet on the handle and tightly fastened a lacrosse stick to the back, ready for the day ahead. As the silver Porsche glided into the parking spot beside him, Scott's detached expression quickly soured. Jackson, his captain, emerged from the car with a self-satisfied smirk, carelessly slamming the door into Scott's back and shooting him a venomous glare. “Dude! Watch the paint job.” A grumble escaped his lips as he made his way into the school, his frustration evident in his determined stride.

Jackson possessed undeniable good looks, characterized by his medium height, sharp-cut dark blond hair, and piercing blue eyes. His choice of attire always highlighted the finest money could buy, effortlessly conveying his arrogant and sarcastic nature without the need for words. Scott, feeling insulted, refrained from retaliating as he observed Jackson. Meanwhile, Scott spotted Stiles at the school steps and approached him eagerly, ready to share an intriguing tale. The boy with the buzz-cut hairstyle pulled his friend closer, pleading to see the alleged bite mark he had mentioned. “Okay, let's see this thing.” With a chuckle, he uttered, "Check this out!" Scott raised his shirt, revealing the bandaged bite wound to Stiles. The gauze and tape barely contained the seeping blood, most likely a result of his speedy bike ride. “Ooh!” Stiles' hands darted forward, eager to explore and prod, catching Scott off guard before he could even adjust his shirt. “It was too dark to see much, but I'm pretty sure it was a wolf,” Scott's words hung in the air as Stiles let out a dismissive snort. He swiftly retrieved his bag and made his way towards the exit, paying no mind to Scott's comment. “A wolf bit you? No, not a chance.” Scott rolled his brown eyes. “I heard a wolf howling.”

“No, you didn't.”

“What do you mean, "No, I didn't?" How do you know what I heard?”

“Because California doesn't have wolves, okay? Not in, like, sixty years.” Scott finally stopped arguing as Stiles made a valid point. But what did he see? “Really?” he mumbled. “Yes. There are no wolves in California.” As he scratched the back of his neck, he couldn't figure out what had bitten him. Could it have been a mountain lion? He pushed the thought aside, eager to share the more exciting parts of his story with his friend. “All right. Well, if you don't believe me about the wolf, then you're not gonna believe me when I tell you I found the body.”

Filled with exhilaration, Stiles leapt up as if his energy was fully charged, vigorously shaking Scott's shoulders. “You… are you kidding me?” With a hushed tone, he scanned the area to keep an eye on everyone nearby. “No, man, I wish. I'm gonna have nightmares for a month.”

“Oh, God, that is freaking awesome. I mean, this is seriously gonna be the best thing that's happened to this town since-” Before he could finish his sentence, something seemed to catch his eyes. “--Since the birth of Lydia Martin. Hey, Lydia! You look—” The girl persisted, step by step, as she made her way towards the school, “--Like you're gonna ignore me.” Stiles perceived Lydia as an incredibly attractive young woman with a petite figure, a fair complexion, enchanting green eyes, and beautiful strawberry-blonde hair. He greatly admired her flawless skin and vibrant hair, which reminded him of the sun. Additionally, she possessed a fashion sense akin to Jackson and embodied the essence of a popular and influential figure. “You're the cause of this, you know.” Confusion washed over Scott's face as he and Stiles joined the rest of the students, entering the school together. “Dragging' me down to your nerd depths. I'm a nerd by association. I've been Scarlet-nerded by you.”

With a deep exhale, (Y/N) jolted upright in bed. She wearily rubbed her eyes, attempting to dispel the foggy feeling in her head. It was yet another night of tossing and turning for the exhausted young woman. She had grown accustomed to it but knew that she couldn't keep going like this forever. merging from the chilly embrace of her bed, (Y/N) made her way downstairs, glancing at her watch to check the time. The arrival of the delivery van, carrying her new furniture, was imminent. However, the daunting task of purchasing all the essentials weighed heavily on her mind. She had grown accustomed to relying on her group for everything, from furniture to pencils. Now, she found herself navigating this unfamiliar territory alone.

As the sound of a horn echoed through the air, she stepped outside, lighting a cigarette and inhaling deeply, feeling a sense of relaxation wash over her. With a wave, she beckoned the workmen to approach, watching as they stepped out of the van. “Morning boys.” As they kicked off the project, a beam of delight adorned her face. “I would offer you some coffee, but I haven’t got anything, sorry.” A soft chuckle escaped her lips as she pondered why socializing seemed like such a daunting task. The men seemed to pay no attention to her remark, instead focusing on the task of moving her belongings into the house. She couldn't help but notice their lingering gazes, taking in her exposed legs and arms adorned with dark tattoos. The weight of their judgment was palpable, making her feel self-conscious in their presence.

“Jesus this chick must have issues.” As she listened, one of them muttered from within her house. (Y/N) observed him examining the pictures she had already hung on the wall. It didn't seem like a big deal to her - just some sketches of toxic plants and a few photos from her previous residence. However, considering her old home was situated in the heart of a graveyard, she began to reconsider. Perhaps it wasn't as ordinary as she initially believed. That's probably why, she speculated... “What the fuck are in these jars?” Moving onwards, the two men explored the area, their curiosity driving them to pick up and shake the jars of bones with a mixture of repulsion and fascination. “I hope they’re from chicken wings.” With a scornful look directed at her, he chuckled and exited her living room. “Freak.” Hopefully, they’d be gone soon.

Just as she was about to stumble through an explanation, her phone erupted into a lively ringtone. Swiftly flipping open the screen, a warm smile spread across her face as she recognized the name flashing before her. “Good morning, Dr Deaton.” She spoke with excitement. “Good morning (Y/N) I hope you’re settling okay.” Curiosity sparked within him as he inquired. Meanwhile, she found solace on the porch bench, gazing out towards the serene meadow, while the men continued their barrage of insults. Determined to distance herself from their negativity, she redirected her attention to the phone, channelling her energy elsewhere. “Besides the delivery guys, it’s been okay.”

“Well, that’s good. I’ve got a big list of patients to sort out today but if you want to come by after close, I’ll get you settled in and you can meet Scott. He’s the younger boy I was telling you about.

“That sounds perfect Deaton. I’ll see you after close.”

As Scott and Stiles walked into their first-period class, they settled into their seats. The teacher began the lesson immediately, causing the boys to feel restless and uninterested in no time. “As you all know, there indeed was a body found in the woods last night.” With a mischievous smile, Scott spun around to face Stiles and playfully winked at him. “And I am sure your eager little minds are coming up with various macabre scenarios as to what happened. But I am here to tell you that the police have a suspect in custody, which means you can give your undivided attention to the syllabus, which is on your desk outlining this semester.” As if practised the entire class groaned.

Scott and Stiles exchanged a bored glance once more when, out of nowhere, Scott's ears were assaulted by a shrill phone ring. Surprisingly, no one in the room seemed to react to the noise, leaving Scott perplexed and furrowing his brow. Eventually, his attention was drawn to a row of windows on his left by the sound of a woman's voice. Outside, on a public bench, a young girl sat engrossed in her phone conversation. Her voice was melodic, perfectly synchronized with her moving lips as she just picked up the call. “Mom, three calls on my first day is a little overdoing it.” She mumbled rummaging deep into her bag. “Everything except a pen. Oh, my God, I didn't forget a pen. Okay, okay. I gotta go. Love ya.” Scott’s eyes followed the girl as she walked with the vice principal into the school “Sorry to keep you waiting. So, you were saying San Francisco isn't where you grew up?” he said through the walls. Scott’s mind was muss with this discovery.” No, but we lived there for more than a year, which is unusual in my family.” The door to the classroom nudge. “Well, hopefully, Beacon Hills will be your last stop for a while.”

As the wooden door creaked open, Scott's heart skipped a beat. Standing before him were the principal and a young woman who appeared to be a phone call girl. The woman was tall and slender, with a complexion as smooth as porcelain and delicate freckles resembling snowflakes. Her curly dark hair resembled the color of chocolate, and her eyes were a perfect match. “Class, this is our new student, Allison Argent. Please do your best to make her feel welcome.” As Allison entered the classroom, she noticed Scott sitting in front of her. She brushed a stray hair from her face and sat down behind him. Scott turned around and smiled at her, offering one of his pencils. Allison whispered a quick thank you, her mind racing with questions. How did he know she needed a pencil?

As the stranger made his way through the dense vegetation, his muddy trainers made a distinct crunching sound. He caught a whiff of a particular plant, but his usually sharp sense of smell was hindered by a familiar scent - burnt sage. The aroma grew stronger and stronger as he approached the overgrown meadow. Suddenly, he halted in his tracks, observing a dark cloud forming above the canopy, signalling the presence of a new owner for the abandoned cottage. It was the last thing he wanted. He dreaded the thought of another person invading his world. He silently prayed that his new neighbour wasn't the type to make small talk. The mere idea of someone knocking on his door made him shudder. He observed as the sheriff's car pulled up beside the peach-coloured vehicle that he assumed belonged to his neighbour. He quickly retreated into the woods, relieved that the unpleasant odour was fading away as he walked.

Noah gently tapped on the worn-out door of the cozy cottage. Inhaling deeply, he was greeted by an enchanting aroma that filled the air. As the door swung open, he was not only met by the familiar face of the girl he had encountered the previous night, but also that captivating scent. “Something smells amazing.” The sight of his smile was so infectious that it brought a smile to her lips too. “Come on it sheriff. Just in time too.” Upon entering the cottage, Noah surveyed the newly furnished room, noticing a few boxes still left unpacked. His eyes were drawn to the various pictures of plants and animals adorning the walls, causing him to let out a sigh. “you’ve moved to the right place if you like nature.” Y/N was filled with panic as she watched him eye the mushroom and nightshade, just like the delivery men did. She breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't find the jars. “Oh yeah. I studied plants and animal care in school.” the comment seemed to satisfy Noah. “So, what brings you over?” As she opened the oven, she inquired about the muffins and pulled out the baking tray. Noah's eyes widened at the sight of the delicious treats, making his mouth water in anticipation. “Well other than those muffins…” With a gentle laugh, she carefully set them on the windowsill, allowing the cool breeze to refresh them. “I wanted to ask you a few questions about last night.” With a casual nod, she gestured for him to take a seat on the bar stool she had just acquired for her breakfast table. Positioned by the windowsill, the two chairs allowed Noah to enjoy his muffin as it cooled to perfection. “Raspberry and dark chocolate by the way.” She mentioned watching him burn the top of his mouth impatiently.

“Okay, so you said you had just got here last night. So, I’m guessing you don’t know any more from around here?” she nodded her head calmly. “a friend of mine is acquaintances with Dr Alan Deaton, the vet. He gave me a job there. But other than Alan I don’t know anyone else. I haven’t even had the chance to go into town yet.” As she spoke, she observed him jotting down every word she uttered in his tiny notebook. “Did you see or hear anything either on the ride here or when I dropped you off?” With a quick nod of her head, she diverted his attention away from the muffin and onto herself. “About an hour or two after you left, I was sitting on the porch, and I sounded like a howl came from the woods. it might have been one of your search dogs, but I don’t know if it sounded…bigger.” She was cautious not to reveal too much, fearing that her suspicions might be correct. Above all, she wanted to protect Noah from any potential trouble he could get into. “I know there are no wolves in the state but maybe a mountain lion?” With a nod, he closed his notepad and eagerly devoured the remaining crumbs of his muffin.

“Well, since you don’t know anyone yet, I know one of the boys that you’ll be working with at the vet. Scott?” he spoke with a mouth full of sweets. “Deaton mentioned him,” she confirmed. Noah swallowed his muffin writing down an array of numbers on the pad. “This is Scott’s mum’s number. Her name is Melissa, I'll drop her a text to call you. Shell be able to show you around and get to know some people instead of staying up here all day.” With a smile, (Y/N) expressed gratitude towards him for folding the paper into her pocket. She couldn't help but wish to know someone who wasn't a police officer, even just one person.

The lacrosse field, freshly painted, was buzzing with the team's energy as eager students practiced, hoping for a spot on the starting lineup. Scott and Stiles wasted no time, sprinting towards the field with their equipment bouncing against their backs. “But if you play, I'll have no one to talk to on the bench. Are you gonna do that to your best friend?” Stiles playfully teased Scott, fully aware that he had not shot at making it onto the first line. “I can't sit out again. My whole life is sitting on the side-lines.” With a forceful thud, Scott hurled his bag onto the glass. “This season, I make the first line.” As he observed Alisson engaged in conversation with Lydia, he inhaled deeply and adjusted his stance. The captivating smile on Alisson's face had a captivating impact on him, but his train of thought was abruptly interrupted by the coach. “McCall! You're on goal.” The coach surprised him by thrusting unfamiliar equipment into his unprepared hands, leaving him bewildered. “I’ve never played...” he mumbled. “I know. Scoring some shots will give the boys a confidence boost. It's a first day-back thing. Get 'em energized! Fired up! It was very clear the coach had no belief in the teenager. “...What about me?” The coach gave a reassuring pat on his shoulder and urged him towards the goalpost, his shoulder pads providing extra protection. “Try not to take any in the face.” He joked.

“Let's go! Come on.” Lydia's attention was drawn to a new boy standing nearby, prompting Allison to inquire about his identity. “Who is that?” With a tilt of her head, her strawberry blonde locks fell in a cascade of confusion around her face. “Him? I'm not sure who he is. Why?” It's puzzling that she hasn't recognized him yet, considering they've been going to school together since the very beginning. “He's in my English class.” Scott's attention wavered, causing him to miss the whistle's blow and sending his focus into disarray. As a result, he stumbled and fell to the ground, leaving his teammates with an open opportunity to score effortlessly. Jackson seized the chance and struck Scott's helmet, intensifying the ringing in his ears. The field erupted with laughter, accompanied by a single "ouch" from Stiles. “Hey, way to catch with your face, McCall!” he smirked.

Filled with determination, Scott rose to his feet and loosened his shoulders, readying himself for the upcoming shot. As he exhaled, his breath transformed into misty puffs, resembling smoke in the cold air. The ball was thrown towards him by the next player, and with lightning-fast reflexes, Scott effortlessly caught it with his stick. The sight left everyone, including Scott himself, in awe. “Yeah!!!” The sound of Stiles' shout echoed through the air, drawing everyone's attention. As the second, third, and fourth balls effortlessly landed in Scott's net, Jackson's nonchalant demeanour quickly transformed. Coach Finstock stood there, mouth agape as if he couldn't fathom what he had just witnessed.” He seems like he's pretty good.” Allison said. “Yeah, very good,” Lydia glanced over at her boyfriend, her words barely audible as she spoke under her breath.

As Jackson stepped forward, Scott's body tightened with anticipation, bracing himself for the impending chaos that lay ahead. “Oh, God...” With lightning speed, Jackson sprinted towards the goal and launched the ball with all his might. However, to Scott's amazement, the ball appeared to be moving in slow motion, giving him ample time to catch it effortlessly. Stiles and Lydia jumped up in excitement, causing Jackson to grit his teeth in frustration. “THAT'S MY FRIEND!” Stiles cheered.

“I-I don't know what it was. It was like I had all the time in the world to catch the ball. And that's not the only weird thing. I-I can hear stuff I shouldn't be able to hear. Smell things.” In their quest to locate the body Scott had spotted the night before, Scott and Stiles leaped over the creek in the nature reserve. Both boys dreaded stumbling upon it, fearing it would further traumatize them. Scott's primary concern, however, was his misplaced inhaler, desperately hoping he wouldn't have to confess to his mom that he had lost it. “Smell things? Like what?” Stiles rolled his eyes, completely unconvinced by anything he had just heard. Scott exhaled deeply, turning to face Stiles with a mischievous grin on his face. “Like the mint mojito gum in your pocket.”

”I don't even have any mint mojito—" The boy with a buzz cut searched through his cluttered pocket, carefully avoiding pens that might leak and crumpled pieces of paper, in order to locate the piece of gum he was looking for.” I told you so." Stiles wolfed down the piece not caring about the age. “So, all this started with the bite?” Scott abruptly halted him, interrupting his movement. The meadow held a sense of familiarity for the boys, as they would often come across the entrance of the abandoned cottage during their pre-teen years. They felt a sense of rebellion as they ventured into the notorious drug den. The gravel driveway was obstructed by two vehicles - Stiles' father's police car and a vintage 1952 Chevrolet with peeling peach paint. In the distance, they spotted Stiles' dad, chuckling while holding a container of what appeared to be muffins, their curiosity piqued by the person who brought joy to the sheriff. The two boys were mesmerized by the arrival of the new girl in town. She was a captivating sight, with her unique tattoos, edgy black attire, and eccentric hairstyle that perfectly matched her dark makeup and voluminous lashes. Scott and Stiles couldn't help but stare as Noah bid farewell to the goth beauty and drove away in his car, leaving them in awe.

As Noah made his way down the lane, two teenagers emerged from the bushes and eagerly flagged down a passing girl with beaming grins on their faces. “Excuse me!” The woman and her cat were taken aback by the unexpected sound made by Stiles. “Can I help you?” She shouted taking a step back as the strangers got closer. “Sorry, we didn’t mean to scare you.” Scott panted. “I’m Stiles I’m the sheriff’s son.” With a sense of relief washing over her, the girl greeted the world with a friendly wave. “I’m (Y/N) if you’re looking for your dad, he just left sorry.” Stiles shook his head finally catching his breath before continuing. “We came to find something. We were in the woods last night and my friend here lost his inhaler.” Scott waved with a faint hello continuing Stiles’ sentence. “Is it okay if we search the meadow, we promise to not touch anything, but I can’t afford another inhaler.” With a pleading tone, he begged for her forgiveness. The girl, however, appeared annoyed as she gazed towards her field, shielding her eyes from the bright sun. To the boys watching, her eyes sparkled like two precious gems. “Yeah, go for it guys. Be careful though I’ve just planted some bushes along the perimeter so don’t stomp on them please.” Curiosity sparked in her eyes as she inquired. The two boys eagerly pledged to vigorously nod their heads. With a mischievous smile, she proudly presented a basket filled with what appeared to be delicious muffins to the boys, enticing their taste buds. “For your journey weary travellers.” With a playful smile, she observed as the boys playfully snatched a muffin each, expressing their gratitude before confidently striding into the tall grass.

“Dude! She’s hot.” With a mouthful of muffins, Stiles let out an exclamation as they made their way back into the woods. They effortlessly leaped over the recently planted half-grown bushes, immersing themselves in the wilderness once again. “Dude focus! What if it's like an infection? Like, my body's flooding with adrenaline before I go into shock or something?” Scott panted. “You know what? I think I've heard of this. it's a specific kind of infection.” Stiles forces himself not to laugh as his friend turned around with a worried look on his face. “Are you serious?”

“Yeah. Yeah, I think it's called lycanthropy.”

“What's that? Is that bad?”

“Oh, yes, it's the worst. But only once a month.”

Scott’s eyebrows arched. “Once a month?”

“Mm-hmm. On the night of the full moon.” Stiles paused. “Aroooo!” With a dismissive gesture, Scott pushed his friend towards the leaf-covered ground, his eyes rolling in annoyance. “Hey, you're the one who heard a wolf howling!”

“Hey, there could be something seriously wrong with me!”

“I know! You're a Werewolf! Rawrrr!” With a mischievous grin, Stiles mimicked the movements of a wild animal, swiping his hands towards Scott's face like sharp claws. “Okay, obviously I'm kidding. But, if you see me in shop class trying to melt all the silver I can find, it's 'cause I’m preparing myself” Scott's finger froze mid-air, no longer indicating the same spot on the ground. The once-hidden mud now lay bare, with the leaves beneath it shattered and displaced. “No, I-I could have sworn this was it. I saw the body; the deer came running. I dropped my inhaler...” Stiles cast his gaze downwards, then scanned the surroundings with a perplexed expression. “Maybe the killer moved the body?” he mumbled. “If he did, I hope he left my inhaler. Those things are, like, eighty dollars.” Scott let out a deep sigh and kept his gaze fixed on the ground until Stiles gave him a sharp tap on the shoulder. “What are you doing here?”

His attention was captured by the unfamiliar voice. “Huh? This is private property.” Filled with rage, the stranger's brows furrowed, and his eyes gleamed like sharp blades as he approached the two teens who remained silent, ignoring his question. “Uh, sorry, man, we didn't know.” Stiles stuttered. “Yeah, we were just looking for something, but...” the mysterious man arched his brows impatiently. “...Uh, forget it.”

Out of nowhere, the man unexpectedly tossed Scott's inhaler, leaving both boys perplexed as to how he obtained it. Without uttering a word, he swiftly turned around and retraced his steps. Casting one final glance at Scott, he appeared to completely disregard Stiles. “Um... All right, come on, I gotta get to work.” Just as Scott was about to take another step, Stiles intervened by extending his hand, effectively putting a halt to his progress. “Dude, that was Derek Hale!” he whispered hoping to not gain Scott’s attention again. “You remember, right? He's only like a few years older than us. His family. They all burned to death in a fire, like, ten years ago.” Scott's eyes grew wide with surprise as he absorbed the shocking news. “I wonder what he's doing back...” Stiles shrugged his shoulders.

Derek released a sigh of frustration while attempting to restrain a loud snarl. The aroma of charred sage permeated his nostrils, prompting him to question the reason behind his strong aversion to it.

As the night grew darker, Derek flicked on his headlights, scanning through the pouring rain, praying for a storm-free night. The rain intensified, but his wipers were working tirelessly. Just as he was about to turn onto the lane, a peach-coloured car caught his eye, seemingly parked on the roadside. It was the vintage car of his new neighbour. The urge to stop suddenly overcame him, and he couldn't explain why. Nevertheless, he pulled over onto the raised section of the roadside and put on his jacket before stepping out of his car. As he did, the pungent scent of burning sage filled his nostrils. He heard someone cursing nearby and realized that the car parked next to him was a vintage 1952 Chevrolet Style line Deluxe. “Need some help?” With a rough shout, he noticed a figure dressed entirely in black holding a phone up to the sky. The figure eventually turned around, causing him to abruptly stop in his tracks.

Derek was completely captivated by this woman, seeing her as nothing short of a divine being. In comparison to him, she appeared petite, possibly in her early twenties. Her legs, which were on full display, were adorned with intricate tattoos and covered in spider web tights, giving her an edgy allure. Despite the rain, he could still make out her carefully styled hair, which was damp and clung to her neck, with a purple bandana serving as a makeshift headband. She wore a slim fur-trimmed jacket that enveloped her arms, concealing her voluptuous curves. A chunky dog collar choker adorned her neck, adding an unexpected twist. However, it was her captivating eyes that stole the show. Enhanced with dramatic purple eyeshadow and long, fluttering false lashes, her (E/C) eyes shimmered like hidden gems in a mysterious cavern.

As he gazed into her eyes, he could feel his heart pounding in his chest, as if it were dancing in perfect rhythm with hers. The dryness in his throat was akin to the last drop of water in a vast desert. His once sharp and alert pupils were now dilated, resembling the euphoria of consuming the most potent drug imaginable. Despite having some prior knowledge about what was happening to him, he had only been given limited information about what to anticipate. Little did he know that someone could have such a profound impact on him, but it happened, nonetheless. And he couldn't resist falling head over heels for it.

As (Y/N) glanced at the driver beside her, she nearly lost her balance. He towered over her, his tight grey shirt revealing his muscular build. His jet-black hair was styled upwards, and his blue-green eyes sparkled with a hint of gold. He was undeniably handsome. His scruffy appearance was accentuated by his olive complexion and a messy mane of dark hair. He opted for a laid-back style, donning boot-cut jeans and a sleek black leather jacket. Although he gave off a rebellious vibe, she reminded herself not to pass judgment on him.

Suddenly, the duo shook themselves out of their daze and brushed their hair aside to get a clearer view of one another. “Hi yes my car broke down and I’m gonna be late for work.” With a huff, she glanced at her phone and immediately felt a surge of panic. However, her worries were quickly eased when she saw him smiling back at her. It had been ages since he had last smiled, but he knew that she needed to see that smile in that moment. “You mind if I take look? I’m not a mechanic but I’m the best you’re gonna get around here.” Stepping back, he ensured that she felt secure in his presence before gesturing towards the car's bonnet. “You are a lifesaver thank you so much.” She smiled grabbing her torch from her boot. “I seem to have everything you would need except the knowledge of cars.” She joked. With caution, Derek took off his jacket and placed it in the back seat, hoping to avoid any potential stains that might be difficult to remove. Meanwhile, he examined the contents of the boot, specifically a large tool bag that he had no prior knowledge of. “My friend bought me it but forgot to tell me how to use any of it before I moved out.” A chuckle escaped her lips, a mix of amusement and lingering stress from the situation. Meanwhile, (Y/N) stood by, holding the flashlight, as he opened the car's bonnet and peered inside. “I’m (Y/N) by the way.” As the raindrops gathered on her plump cupid's bow, she softly murmured while delicately wiping her lips. In response, he flashed a charming smile and playfully winked at her. “Derek. Now I would usually charge for this kind of service. but for a beautiful damsel like you, I’m sure I can risk a free MOT.” When was he a flirter? What was going on with him? Within mere moments, this girl had the power to make him feel a whirlwind of emotions. “Good news is it’s not that bad. Your battery just needs a little boost. You got any jump cables?” she nodded happily before grabbing the tool bag and handing it over to him. “Seriously though, thank you so much for this. It’s nice to know this town isn’t just full of murderers and police.”

With precision, he connected the cables to her battery and cautiously manoeuvred the cable towards his own vehicle, ensuring he didn't stumble along the way. “I’m, guessing you moved here when the body was found.” With a hint of concern in his emerald eyes, he glanced up at the woman and inquired, attempting to conceal his prior knowledge. “Yeah, I live down the meadow. First night here and the police had blocked the whole road off from my home. Got a private escort and everything.” With a flick of his wrist, Derek fastened the cables to his car, conjuring his special touch to revive the lifeless vehicle. “Well, I guess that makes us neighbours.” She grinned as she observed him lowering the hood and picking up the wires. While dragging them across the pavement, the cord came perilously close to her legs, posing a tripping hazard. In an instant, Derek dropped the cables and caught her, encircling her waist with his strong arm. The electric shock that surged up his arm was matched by the shudder that ran down her back as he drew her nearby. “You, okay?” he asked. Enchanted by his rugged voice, she found herself captivated. As she leaned in closer, the scent of his cologne filled her senses, causing her to let out a soft sigh. However, she quickly snapped out of her trance, abruptly distancing herself from him, and in an instant, the warmth they both shared dissipated. They couldn't help but yearn for it once more. “Yeah, I’m okay thanks.”

With utmost caution, he proceeded to neatly coil the cable, ensuring every twist was secure and her feet were kept firmly on the ground. “My old home is in the woods next to you. I don’t live there but I’m there pretty much all the time. Be careful in the woods there’s a lot of wildlife you don’t want to mess with.” Closing her bonnet, he leaned towards the girl, savouring every moment as he absorbed her entire being. “Do you mean about the wolves in the woods?” She joked. The smile dropped from his lips. “Wolf?” he asked. “didn’t you hear it last night? The howling. It was beautiful. You know wolves only howl when they’re alone and need to find their pack.” A sigh escaped her lips. Beautiful? The notion of calling monsters beautiful was completely foreign to him. “I am guessing you’re a lover of nature.” He asked making her nod. “Just a bit.” Using a pinching motion, she playfully squeezed her glossy, black nails, resulting in a low chuckle from him. “Well, Miss Nature, I would like to claim my prize for fixing your car.” With a perplexed expression, she tilted her head, puzzled by his actions, as he sneakily took her unlocked phone. To his surprise, it was an archaic device, possibly one of the earliest models of mobile phones ever created. “In case you go wandering too far in the woods. Here’s my number. And for my prize, I hope will be me taking you out to coffee sometime.” A playful smile danced on her lips as she coyly highlighted her tongue piercing, leaving him both curious and enchanted by her teasing allure. “You can cash that in whenever you want…?” she looked down at her phone spotting the new contact in her phone. “Mr Hale.” She finished. He nodded his head with a low laugh. “Sounds perfect.”

Derek strolled back to his car, casting one last glance at the girl who would undoubtedly occupy his dreams tonight. Reluctantly, he started driving away, savouring every moment spent by her side. Meanwhile, (Y/N) let out a deep sigh as she settled into the driver's seat, feeling a sense of bewilderment. With a contented smile, she began to drive, relishing the reassuring hum of her engine. However, as she glanced over her shoulder to check her blind spots, she noticed Derek's leather jacket resting on the backseat.

Closing time at the animal clinic arrived, and Scott made his way to the front entrance. With a flick of his hand, he turned the red sign to indicate that they were closed for the night. It had been a quiet evening, just the way he preferred it. Heading towards the staff area, he placed a bottle of hydrogen peroxide and a stack of bandages on the shelf, ready for the next day. As he lifted his shirt to replace the bandage, it appeared as though the agony he had suffered had disappeared. Uncertainty filled his mind - should he be concerned or relieved? Was the absence of pain a positive sign when it came to animal bites? Slowly, he removed the layers of tape and blood-soaked gauze, only to find flawless, unblemished skin. There was no trace of a mark anywhere.

Disregarding it as pure chance, he went back to his work, pulling along a hefty bag brimming with nourishment for felines. “Hey, kitties.” He grunted. Suddenly, the cats got extremely stirred up and started growling. The room erupted into various levels of whines, screams and hisses. Scott looked up at the cages watching them all try and claw their way out on the metal bars. He pushed himself back up locking the door behind him just in case.

As the evening settled in, the vet clinic grew quiet, bringing a sense of contentment to (Y/N) as she lugged boxes filled with her work tools. Deaton swiftly swung open the door, granting her entry with a welcoming gesture. “Not the best of nights is it, Alan.” She joked making him smile at her positive attitude. “Would be better if it was a thunderstorm at least we get a show.” As (Y/N) entered the main treatment area, she couldn't help but notice the familiar sight of the examination tables. After placing her boxes down, her hands instinctively went to her loose skin, focusing on the remaining flesh that hung on. Just then, Deaton joined her and directed her attention to a door in the far corner of the room. “This will be your office it will be locked at all times, and you will have the only key.” She thanked him lightly trying her best to ignore the zaps playing with her brain. “Well speak more in my office.” He noticed her nervous actions; her eyes never left the examination tables. “If it helps, we have table covers you can use. Just so you can’t touch the metal.” She nodded her head following him inside his office.

The two adults sat beside his desk the soft light from the lamp illuminating their faces. Deaton was a tall, lean man with dark skin and eyes his head was recently shaved head with a slight stumble framing his mouth as he smiled towards the young woman. “Miss High-Loch pretty much explained everything I needed to know about your situation.” A heavy sigh escaped him as he attempted to erase from his mind the countless struggles this young woman had endured in her mere two decades of existence. “I don’t expect protection I’m sure my people have explained this. All I want is a place to live. If my parents or anyone comes looking for me all I expect is a message or call and will be out of your hair” The vet's heart was warmed by her anxious rambling, but he was filled with immense anger at the thought of a parent treating their child in such a way. “I can offer you a place to work here. If you ever need help, call me. I am retired but for certain people, I will gladly help. Especially when they are innocent.” With a gentle swipe, she brushed away a lone tear that lingered on the edge of her eye, expressing her gratitude to him. As they both stood up, they gracefully walked towards the clinic's main entrance, opening the door together. “Before you go ill introduce you to my other colleague.” She nodded with a small smile.

“Hey, I'd be freaked out too. I'd probably cry. And not like a man, either. Like the biggest girly girl ever. It'd be pathetic.” (Y/N) recognized the voice but couldn't quite place it. Walking alongside Deaton, they rounded the corner to find two children standing near a table, where a medium-sized dog lay across, whimpering. “Sorry didn’t realise you had a late-night patient.” With a playful tone, Deaton cracked a joke, causing the two teenagers to whirl around, their faces adorned with gentle smiles. “Sorry I know you’re closed, but I didn’t know where to go-” Deaton raised his hand in a stop motion smiling lightly. “You did the right thing. Scott looks like you did an excellent job.”

(Y/N) shifted her focus to the young boy, and it suddenly dawned on her who he was. “Nice to see you again inhaler boy.” She joked making his tan skin flush with red. “oh yeah. Thank you again. I found it.” He stuttered. “I love your tattoos.” With a smile, Allison gestured towards (Y/N), drawing attention to their newly revealed arms.

Scott carefully examined the fresh ink, which displayed a fascinating array of creatures ranging from mighty dinosaurs to tiny insects. “Oh, thanks I have a thing for cryptids.” She smiled. “Cryptids?” Scott asked. “The supernatural. You know bigfoot, the Loch Ness monster, and werewolves. I’m a bit too into it all.” she joked, each time pointing to one of her pieces of art. “I’m guessing you’ve both met before,” Deaton asked the two nodding. “ (Y/N) will be working with me during the day you might see each other when you come for your evening shift.” With a mutual understanding, the pair exchanged nods and bid farewell, making their way towards the exit. However, just as she was about to leave, Deaton reached out and gently grasped her arm, compelling the girl to face him once again. “Drive safe (Y/N) I don’t know what’s going on out there with the girl, but I can assure you nothing about it is normal. Keep yourself protected.” Deaton released (Y/N) arms as she agreed to wave goodbye to the vet and walk back to her car.

At the far end of the parking lot, Scott accompanied Allison to her car, shielding themselves from the pouring rain. Scott appeared anxious while Allison opened the car door and casually placed her drenched shirt on the passenger seat. He stuttered, struggling to gather the courage to express himself. “So, um... I was wondering... I mean... Is it a family night on Friday, or do you think maybe you'd like to go to that party with me?” With a mumble, he uttered the final words, causing a radiant smile to spread across the girl's face. “Family night was a total lie.” She giggled. “So, is that a, yes? You'll go?” Allison looked down shuffling her feet as he begged. “Definitely yes.”

Friday, September 8th

The following day, Scott got ready for the last day of try-outs by putting on his lacrosse gear. He let out a frustrated sigh as he placed his backpack in his locker. Something didn't feel right. His chest felt constricted, his breath was hot, and his skin burned. It seemed like his body was twisting and turning, with his bones cracking and muscles throbbing. Out of nowhere, Jackson startled him by slamming his gloved hand on Scott's locker. “All right, little man. How 'bout you tell me where you're getting your juice.” His blue eyes twitched with anger. “What?” Jackson taunted Scott by deliberately speaking slowly and mockingly, making sure to emphasize each syllable, as if he believed Scott to be the most unintelligent person on the planet. “Were. Are. You. Getting. Your. Juice?” Scott blinked registering the question in his brain. “My mom does all the grocery shopping.” He muttered. “Now, listen, McCall, you're gonna tell me exactly what it is and whom you're buying it from, because there's no way in hell, you're out there kicking ass on the field like that without some sort of chemical boost.”

“Oh, you mean steroids! … Are you on steroids?”

Scott's jersey collar shot up as Jackson forcefully collided with the lockers, potentially leaving a dent in them. “What the hell is going on with you, McCall???”

“What's going on with me? You really wanna know? Well, so would I! Because I can see, hear, and smell things that I shouldn't be able to see, hear, and smell. I do things that should be impossible, I'm sleepwalking three miles into the middle of the woods, and I'm pretty much convinced that I'm totally out of my freaking mind.” Jackson stood frozen, his mind clouded with confusion. This time, he found himself speechless, unable to produce a clever response. He took a moment to process the passionate outburst, trying to make sense of it all. “You think you're funny, don't you, McCall? I know you're hiding something. I'm gonna find out what it is. I don't care how long it takes.” With a surge of anger, Jackson forcefully slammed his fist against the locker, mere inches away from Scott's ear. He then delivered a powerful smack on Scott's shoulder before striding away, leaving Scott feeling utterly overwhelmed in his wake.

“Scott! Scott, wait up.” With the school day behind them, the lacrosse team eagerly readied themselves for an evening of hard work and challenges. “Stiles, I'm playing the first elimination, man. Can it wait?” Frustration consumed Scott as he let out a deep groan. Despite his attempt to distance himself, Stiles firmly held onto his shoulders, locking eyes with him, revealing bloodshot eyes that mirrored his own anger. ”Just hold on, okay? I overheard my dad on the phone. The fibre analysis came back from the lab in L.A. They found animal hairs on the body from the woods!” Scott let out a frustrated sigh and turned his back on his enthusiastic companion. “Stiles, I gotta go.” Filled with anticipation for his chance to score, Scott grabbed his lacrosse stick and helmet, ready to take on the field with a determined jog. “Wait, no! Scott! You're not gonna believe what the animal was!” Stiles came to a halt, his gaze fixed on Scott who seemed completely absorbed in his thoughts. He spoke softly, his voice barely audible, as he concluded his train of thought. “...It was a wolf.”

Coach Finstock positioned himself at the heart of the field, summoning the players to gather around him in a tight-knit circle, their shoulders touching. “Let's go! Gather round! Bring it in, come on! Come on!” Positioned on the sidelines, Allison prepared to take her seat on the bleachers, eager to observe the practice for the second consecutive day. Catching sight of Scott, she greeted him with a friendly wave, to which he responded with a beaming smile. “ Okay. You know how this goes. If you don't cut, you're most likely sitting on the bench for the rest of the season. Do you make the cut? You play. Your parents are proud. Your girlfriend loves ya! Huh? Everything else is, uh... cream cheese.” Laughter filled the air as the group playfully bumped elbows, sharing a moment of joy and camaraderie. “Now, get out there and show me whatcha got! Come on!” he ordered.

“Let's go! Let's go!” The session kicked off with the players engaging in a drill, exchanging passes with one another while Scott maintained a lively bounce on his toes. Surprisingly, he effortlessly caught the ball with minimal exertion when it came his way once more. As he dashed across the field, he swiftly pivoted to dodge a player attempting to snatch the ball from him. Suddenly, Jackson materialized out of nowhere and forcefully tackled him to the ground. Jackson triumphantly removed his helmet and flashed a smug smirk at Scott, before casually jogging away.

Scott and Jackson faced off against each other at the start, locking eyes for a brief moment until Coach Finstock blew the whistle. To Jackson's disappointment, Scott effortlessly snatched the ball before he could react, leaving him to chase after Scott as fast as he could. Just like in yesterday's practice, time seemed to slow down for Scott, allowing him to evade the other players' attempts to tackle him, gracefully leap over a player's ankle when they tried to trip him, and ultimately perform a hands-free round-off flip over three players who tried to bring him down. Finally, Scott scored a goal by skilfully manoeuvring the ball between the goalie's legs.

Scott's jaw dropped, struggling to comprehend the unbelievable turn of events, while Jackson's face contorted with a mix of anger and curiosity, desperate to uncover Scott's hidden secret. In a blink of an eye, this geek had transformed from a clumsy player to a lacrosse sensation overnight. It was clear that something was amiss. As Scott triumphantly raised his fists in the air, his teammates rushed towards him, playfully patting him on the back, while Allison rose from her seat in the stands, applauding and cheering for his remarkable achievement. “McCall! Get over here!” With a thunderous roar, the coach's voice echoed across the field, causing the mass of players to scatter and create a path for his entrance. “What in God's name was that? This is a lacrosse field. What, are you trying out for the gymnastics team?”

“No, Coach.” He stuttered. “What the hell was that?”

“I don't know. I-I was just trying to make the shot.”

“Yeah, well, you made the shot. And guess what?” the coach slapped his padded arm. “You're startin', buddy. You made the first line. Come on!” Stiles, sitting on the bench, was the only player who didn't share in the excitement, sighing heavily as he racked his brain to understand what was troubling his closest friend.

As soon as (Y/N) completed her initial shift at the clinic, she ventured into the enchanting woods that encircled her meadow. Along her journey, she collected an assortment of mushrooms and leaves, relishing in the beauty of nature. With each step, the crisp sound of leaves under her feet echoed, while she gracefully bending around rocks and puddles. As the birds chirped, their soothing melodies provided her with a sense of tranquillity, gradually drowning out the cacophony that had taken hold of her thoughts. Surrounded by the serenity of the woods, she found solace in the embrace of nature, even though the haunting echoes of her past experiences lingered in her mind. The persistent buzzing sounds continued to torment her, a constant reminder that true safety remained elusive.

Little did she know, Derek was stealthily tailing her every move. His emerald eyes were locked onto the well-worn leather jacket draped over her shoulders. The fragrance of his presence mingled with the lingering aroma of sage, which had been relentlessly pursuing him for the past forty-eight hours.

As her foot made contact with the decaying wood, she hesitated for a moment. The wood, now a dark shade of black, disintegrated beneath her weight. With her captivating (E/C) eyes, she gazed up at the remnants of what used to be a house. As (Y/N) cautiously entered the ruins, she carefully watched her every step to avoid any potential falls. The remnants of the once cherished abode were now filled with water, remnants of the previous night's rainfall, forming small puddles that dripped down. Uncertain about what to do, he hesitated in deciding whether to approach the girl who appeared concerned for her safety amidst the ruins. The eerie atmosphere of his old home, now in ruins, had momentarily diverted his attention from rescuing her, fearing she might be snooping around. Suddenly, her basket dropped to the ground with a loud thud, jolting her back to reality. Her eyes welled up with tears as she lifted the basket, her trembling hands betraying her fear of the house. Removing her shoulder covering, she unveiled a plethora of tattoos beneath a brown tank top. But it was the werewolf tattoo, with its piercing red eyes, that left him utterly astounded. At that moment, he realized she must have possessed knowledge about the supernatural realm; otherwise, it would have been an extraordinary coincidence.

Once again, he trailed behind her as they ventured deeper into the woods, eventually coming to a halt just outside her house. A sudden pause made Derek wonder if she had caught sight of him, but she merely turned around while he swiftly concealed himself behind a nearby tree. (Y/N) knelt down, retrieving a carefully crafted stick from the ground. But upon closer inspection, it was not just any stick—it was an arrow. She carefully examined the intricate details before delicately placing it in her basket. Left behind by the full moon, a sweet scent of sage filled his nostrils as she leapt into the bushes near her house. The familiar aroma overwhelmed Derek, forcing him to kneel in agency. It was Wolfsbane, a vibrant purple flower that had mysteriously bloomed overnight. His eyes widened in disbelief. How could this be?

With a click, (Y/N) secured her front door and carefully set the basket of precious items on the kitchen table. Resting beside it, a sleek black jacket lay neatly folded, catching her attention. A moment of hesitation passed before she reached out to pick it up, all the while feeling the scrutinizing gaze of her feline companion. “What?” she asked as the feline tilted his head. “Stop judging me Bones.” Before slipping on the jacket, she muttered under her breath, "It's not my fault he forgot it." Curiously, she discreetly took a quick sniff of the collar, detecting a blend of pine and dog. Wet dog? Probably a dog lover. With a contented sigh, she eagerly looked forward to Monday night.

After a long day of practice, Stiles made a beeline for his bedroom. As he entered, the room was engulfed in darkness, with only the glow of his computer illuminating the space. Eager to delve into the world of Werewolves, he began his online exploration by delving into articles about Lycaon, the legendary first Werewolf. Intrigued, Stiles then turned his attention to an ancient, worn-out book titled The History of Lycanthropy. However, his thirst for knowledge was not quenched, and he returned to his computer to scour the internet for more articles. Growing increasingly concerned by what he had discovered, Stiles decided to print out an old sketch depicting a Hunter taking aim at a transformed Werewolf with a crossbow. By the time he finished his research, his room was transformed into a chaotic mess, with piles upon piles of paper scattered everywhere.

Out of nowhere, a loud knock-on Stiles' door jolted him from his seat. Stiles pondered his next move, but eventually shut his MacBook and made his way to the bedroom door. With a sigh, he opened it to find Scott waiting with a grin on his face. “Get in.” Scott's eyes swept across the room, taking in the multitude of printout pages and books that filled the space. It was a stark contrast to the usual appearance of Stiles' room. “You gotta see this thing. I've been up-all-night reading-- websites, books, all this information.” With concern etched in his brown eyes, Scott gently placed his backpack on the floor beside Stiles' bed, never once taking his gaze off his friend. “How much Adderall have you had today?” Stiles paused at the question before mumbling “A lot.” Stiles shook his head before changing the subject. “Doesn't matter, okay? Just listen.” Scott settled onto the dishevelled bed while Stiles dragged his desk chair nearer. “Oh, is this about the body? Did they find out who did it?” Scott inquired, but Stiles simply shook his head in response. “No, they're still questioning people. Even Derek Hale.” Scott raised an eyebrow in surprise as he looked at the newly introduced man. “Oh, the guy in the woods that we saw the other day?”

“Yes. But that's not it, okay? Remember the joke from the other day? Not a joke anymore. The wolf, the bite in the woods... I started doing all this reading. Do you even know why a wolf howls?”

“Should I?”

“It's a signal, okay? When a wolf's alone, it howls to signal its location to the rest of the pack. So, if you heard a wolf howling, that means others could have been nearby. Maybe even a whole pack of 'em.”

“Whole pack of wolves?”

“No-- Werewolves.”

Frustration began to bubble up inside Scott as he rose to his feet, convinced that Stiles was playing an elaborate prank on him. “Are you seriously wasting my time with this? You know I'm picking up Allison in an hour.” Scott hastily slung his backpack over his shoulder, preparing to depart. However, just as he was about to make his exit, Stiles swiftly seized his arm and firmly placed his other hand on Scott's chest. “I saw you on the field today, Scott, okay? What you did wasn't just amazing, all right? It was impossible.” Ignoring Stiles' accusation, Scott attempted to brush it off and made another attempt to depart from the situation. “Yeah, so I made a good shot.” With a swift motion, Stiles snatched Scott's backpack and flung it onto his bed, eager to rummage through its contents in search of something specific.

“No, you made an incredible shot! I mean, the way you moved, your speed, your reflexes. Y'know, people can't just suddenly do that overnight. And there's the vision and the senses, and don't even think I don't notice that you don't need your inhaler anymore.” With a swift motion, Stiles grabbed Scott's phone and effortlessly slid it open, unveiling the vibrant glow of the screen. “Okay! Dude, I can't think about this now. We'll talk tomorrow. “The moment those words reached Stiles' ears; a wave of panic washed over him. Concern for Scott's safety and the people around him consumed his thoughts, leaving him feeling overwhelmed. “Tomorrow?! What? No! it says it takes 48 hours for the curse to infect the body. Your 48 hours end tonight. Don't you get it?”

Scott's frustration reached such a peak that his words stumbled and faltered, his speech becoming riddled with stutters, while he engaged in a heated argument with Stiles. “What are you trying to do? I-I just made the first line. I-I got a date with a girl whom I can't believe wants to go out with me, and everything in my life is somehow perfect. Why are you trying to ruin it?”

“I'm trying to help!”

“You're cursed, Scott. You know, and it's not just the moon that will cause you to physically change. It also just so happens to be when your bloodlust will be at its peak.”

“Bloodlust?”

“Yeah, your urge to kill.”

A low rumble escaped from Scott's throat, catching Stiles' attention. “I'm already starting to feel the urge to kill, Stiles.” In a desperate frenzy, Stiles snatched The History of Lycanthropy book from his cluttered desk and began reciting its contents aloud, hoping to persuade Scott with every word he uttered. “You gotta hear this. The change can be caused by anger or anything that raises your pulse. All right? I haven't seen anyone raise their pulse as Allison does. You gotta cancel this date I'm gonna call her right now.” Stiles opened the phone again scrolling through Scott’s few contacts. “What are you doing?” Scott growled louder.” I’m cancelling the date.”

“No, give it to me!”

In a sudden burst of anger, Scott forcefully grabbed the phone from Stiles' grasp, carelessly letting it fall to the ground. He then forcefully pushed Stiles against the wall, his fist poised to strike. However, after a moment of reflection, Scott released his grip on Stiles and redirected his frustration by hurling his desk chair across the room. Stiles' face filled with terror as Scott's actions sank in, and Scott's remorse washed over him almost instantly. With a heavy heart, he glanced down at the floor, his face etched with shame, and quietly muttered an apology to Stiles. “I'm sorry. I-I gotta go get ready for that party.”

With a rapid motion, Scott grabbed his phone and slung his backpack over his shoulder, making his way towards the exit. He cast a final apologetic glance at Stiles before departing. “I'm sorry.” As soon as Stiles' friend disappeared from his view, he couldn't help but release a sigh of relief. However, his distress was still evident as he forcefully grabbed his desk chair and placed it back down. Suddenly, his heart skipped a beat when he noticed four deep gashes resembling claw marks on the leather cover of the chair. It was clear that tonight was not going to unfold smoothly for him.

Derek traced the path of the wolfbane bushes across her property until he reached the end of her driveway. It seemed impossible that the wolfsbane had suddenly appeared after being hidden underground for just two days. Suspicion grew within him, suspecting that she had a hand in this peculiar occurrence. He desperately hoped that her interest in the plant was purely aesthetic, and not indicative of something more sinister, like being a hunter. As he pondered, the sound of jingling keys echoed through the air, signifying (Y/N) leaving the house. Wrapped in her beloved leather jacket, she exuded a captivating aura that weakened his knees. The jacket suited her perfectly, and as she sniffed its collar, a surge of excitement coursed through her body. Overwhelmed by pleasure, the man couldn't help but groan as he watched her relish in his scent, their connection palpable. Derek discreetly positioned himself behind a tree, observing as her car disappeared down the road, leaving him longing for her presence.

The anticipation of their scents intertwining made his pulse quicken, causing a stir in his black jeans. Thoughts of claiming her as his own flooded his mind, contemplating ways to leave his mark through clothing, marks, scents, and the chemistry of their bodies. Struggling to maintain control, his fangs clenched together, reminding him of the last time he felt this powerless, back when he was a teenager navigating the complexities of his changing physique. Hoping for a different outcome this time, he silently pleaded for this woman to be unlike the others. However, the mere thought of her ignited a fiery anger within him, fuelling a desire to tear her apart if they were to cross paths again. The fear of heartbreak loomed, but he was determined to win her over, despite the haunting tattoo on her back that served as a reminder of his past. Hopefully, she wouldn't possess the same murderous tendencies as his ex.

Just before losing control, he instinctively seized a piece of the purple plant, tightly holding onto it with a gloved hand, before disappearing into the enigmatic woods once again.

Scott and Allison made their grand entrance to the party just in time. The crowd was already in high spirits, paying no attention to the unfamiliar face leading the event, and the music was blasting, creating the perfect atmosphere for them to dance the night away. As they made their way through the house, they discovered a lively scene on the back patio, with partygoers enjoying themselves by the pool. Amidst the excitement, Scott noticed a mysterious figure casting a dark shadow near the fire pit by the yard's entrance. Derek Hale and Scott locked eyes, their tension palpable. However, their intense moment was interrupted by the neighbour’s dog, which began barking at Derek. Instantly, Derek shifted his focus to the rottweiler, commanding it to silence. Once the dog quieted down, Derek turned back to face Scott, who had taken Allison further onto the dance floor. “You, okay?” Allison interrupted Scott's intense gaze at the enigmatic man, demanding his attention. But when Scott turned his head back, Derek had mysteriously disappeared. “What? Yeah, I'm fine.”

Scott and Allison moved in rhythm to the music beside the pool. As the beat intensified, Allison gently wrapped her arm around Scott's neck, drawing them closer together. With a playful smile, she lovingly ran her fingers through the back of his hair before nuzzling her face against his neck. Scott's eyes wandered until they landed on Lydia and Jackson, locked in a passionate embrace against one of the pillars in front of the house. As Jackson began to kiss and nibble on Lydia's neck, she suddenly glanced up, breaking free from the intense moment. Scott couldn't help but stare at her, noticing a peculiar look in her eyes, as if she were envisioning him instead of her athletic boyfriend.

Allison and Scott stood face-to-face, their noses almost touching, ready to conclude the night with a passionate kiss. As the moon began to cast its enchanting spell on him, Scott's fingers instinctively gripped the back of Allison's jacket. However, a sudden and excruciating headache overwhelmed him, causing his vision to blur, and forcing him to reluctantly break away from his beloved dream girl. “Are you okay?” As she observed, he stumbled his way into the house, she inquired about his condition. “I'll be right back.”

Scott stumbled his way into the house, abandoning Allison in the backyard. As he made his way through the dining room, his eyesight began to tremble. He brushed past Stiles, his balance wavering. “Yo, Scott, you good?” Stiles' voice trembled and cracked as he spoke, leaving Scott feeling unsettled. The weight of the moment was too much for Scott to handle, causing him to ignore Stiles' question and hastily navigate his way through the house and out into the garden. Without hesitation, he sprang into his mother's car and sped away, leaving a bewildered Allison standing alone on the porch, trying to make sense of it all. “Allison.” the brunette spun her head round, her gaze fixated on a man wearing a jacket. His piercing green eyes held her captive, casting a spell on her akin to a mesmerizing cobra. “I'm a friend of Scott's.” he finished “My name's Derek.”

Scott sprinted up the stairs, his heart pounding in his chest. He swiftly locked the bedroom door and slumped down against it, feeling a mix of anxiety and adrenaline coursing through his veins. The intense heat of his sweat made his skin tingle, and his hands throbbed with an inexplicable force. Letting out a pained groan, he stumbled into the ensuite, hastily removing his jacket and t-shirt. Seeking solace, he sought refuge in the bathtub, turning on the shower to wash away the overwhelming emotions. As the water washed away his sweat, he felt a brief sense of relief. However, his relief quickly turned to agony as he clenched his teeth in pain and anxiously ran his right hand across his face. When he glanced down at his water-soaked palms, he was filled with horror to discover his fingernails transforming into long, razor-sharp claws. These dark-coloured talons were now his new reality.

In a state of panic, he rushed out of the shower. Scott's heart raced as he glanced at his reflection in the mirror above the medicine cabinet. The sight of his canines transforming into fangs and his irises shimmering like molten gold left him utterly bewildered. Suddenly, a forceful knock echoed through his bedroom door, intensifying his already heightened anxiety. “Go away.” A low, menacing growl escaped his lips as he anticipated his mother's arrival, but the persistent knocking persisted, unfazed by his reaction. “Scott, it's me.” The sound of Stiles' voice echoed faintly from behind the wooden door. Recognizing his best friend, Scott reluctantly unlocked the door but only allowed it to open a crack. Leaning his forehead against the door, Scott fought to steady his breathing, trying to regain control. “Let me in, Scott. I can help.” Panic sets in as the realization dawns on him that Stiles is drawing nearer, regretting not heeding his friend's advice from the start. It's uncanny how his friend always seems to be spot-on about the most peculiar matters. “No! Listen, you gotta find Allison.” With his fresh set of full gums, he stumbled over his words as he tried to adapt to the unfamiliar sensation. “She's fine, all right? I saw her get a ride from the party. She's-she's fine, all right?”

“No, I think I know who it is—"

“Dude, just let me in! We can try—”

“It's Derek. Derek Hale is the Werewolf! He's the one that bit me. He's the one that killed the girl in the woods.” Stiles took a moment to absorb the latest information Scott had shared with him, carefully considering his response before delivering the news that Scott was dreading to hear. “Scott... Derek's the one who drove Allison from the party...” he stuttered.

With a forceful bang, Scott forcefully shut the door once more, only to swiftly escape through the window as if it were a trivial task. Unaware of his friend's departure, Stiles frantically pounded on the door, desperately calling out Scott's name. Meanwhile, Scott's physical appearance underwent a complete transformation as he sprinted through the dense forest. His eyebrows became furrowed, his ears pointed, mutton chops adorned his face, and his eyes emitted a mesmerizing golden glow. Claws and fangs completed his newfound features. His elongated canine teeth glistened with saliva as he unleashed a fierce roar. Scott's first stop was Derek's car, conveniently parked near the entrance sign of the reserve. A quick glance inside confirmed that neither Allison nor Derek were present, prompting him to venture back into the dense forest.

Scott's mind was consumed by rage towards Derek as he relentlessly pursued the sweet scent of Allison. He couldn't help but wonder what game Derek was playing by involving Allison in the first place. However, as Scott noticed Allison's jacket hanging on a broken branch, he realized that it was her scent he had been following all along, not his date's. “Where is she?” With a low, menacing growl, he anxiously scanned the surroundings, desperately hoping that Derek was nearby. “She's safe... from you.” In the silence, a haunting echo reverberated through the air. Scott's eyes darted across the expanse of grass, searching for any sign of another presence. Suddenly, the world seemed to tilt as the ground rushed towards him. Derek's powerful grip held him firmly, forcing his face into the earth. With a swift motion, the older man hoisted him up, only to forcefully press him against a sturdy tree, the impact resonating with a resounding slam.

“What did you do with her?” Scott mumbled under his breath, straining to catch a glimpse of Derek's wolf form before he transformed back. All he managed to see were the glinting fangs, which only served to confirm his suspicions. “Shh, quiet. Too late. They're already here. Run.” Derek yanked Scott up from the ground and guided him further into the dense forest. Abruptly, a dazzling beam of light halted their progress, causing an object to forcefully pierce Scott's arms, pinning him against yet another tree. A low growl escaped his lips. Out of nowhere, three men emerged from the shadows, led by a figure who had a crossbow pointed directly at Scott. Derek observed the scene from afar, maintaining his distance. “Take him.”

Without wasting a moment, Derek swiftly incapacitated the two men standing closest to him, leaving their leader at a disadvantage. Seizing the opportunity, Derek swiftly removed the arrow lodged in Scott's arm, causing him to let out a pained roar. Sensing the chaos, the two assailants hastily retreated, leaving their leader to tend to his fallen comrades. However, when he turned his attention back to the tree, he discovered that Scott had mysteriously disappeared. Determined to catch up with the fleeing wolves, Derek pressed on, only to abruptly halt as he stumbled upon a trail of wolfsbane. “Stop turning that way.” With a commanding tone, he directed Scott towards the bustling streets, urging him to steer clear of the poisonous flower.

After catching sight of the road, Derek and Scott decided to take a break and let the younger one catch his breath. Scott, who had returned to his human form, collapsed to his knees as he recuperated from the intense ordeal of transforming into a Werewolf, fearing for Allison's safety, and being targeted by Hunters. Although it wasn't the smoothest transformation night Derek had witnessed, given the difficult circumstances, the young boy handled it admirably. As he glanced at Derek, his face displayed a mix of frustration and resentment. “Who were they?” A low, menacing growl escaped his lips as he sensed his sharp teeth gradually shrinking. “Hunters. The kind that has been hunting us for centuries.”

“Us? You mean you! You did this to me!” Derek couldn't help but roll his eyes in exasperation. ” Is it so bad, Scott? That you can see better? Hear more clearly? Move faster than any human could ever hope? You've been given something that most people would kill for. The Bite is a gift.” Scott let out an exasperated sigh, clearly unimpressed with his remark. A gift? “I don't want it.” Scott didn't see this as a gift at all. “You will. And you're gonna need me if you want to learn how to control it.” As Derek's hand gently rested on Scott's shoulder, his emerald eyes magically transformed into a mesmerizing shade of ocean blue in an attempt to frighten the poor new blood. “So, you and me, Scott? We're brothers now.”

Monday, September 11th

Stiles and Scott returned to school, their weekend spent relaxing and reflecting on all that had transpired. They also crafted a convincing tale for Allison, ensuring that their adventures remained a secret. “You know what worries me the most?” Scott inquired, and Stiles steered the vehicle into the school's parking lot. “If you say "Allison," I'm gonna punch you in the head.”

“She probably hates me now.”

“I doubt that. But you might want to come up with a pretty amazing apology. Or, you know, you could just tell her the truth and revel in the awesomeness of the fact that you're a frickin' Werewolf.” With a forceful push, Scott forcefully shut the sturdy metal door of the jeep. “Okay, bad idea. Hey, we'll get through this. Come on, if I have to, I'll chain you up myself on full moon nights and feed you live mice. I had a boa once. I could do it.”

As the sun streamed through her sheer curtains, (Y/N) leisurely tidied up her bed. Bones, her black furball of a pet, playfully rolled around on her pillow, leaving a trace of his presence. Annoyed, she glanced at the mess he created, but before she could fix it, her phone suddenly rang, startling her. With a quick glance at the caller ID, she eagerly answered the call, a wide smile spreading across her face. “Well good morning, Mr mechanic.” With a playful grin, she playfully gathered the bones and playfully set them down on the floor.

“How about that coffee date?” With a smile on his face, he closed the door of the sturdy house and proceeded to unlock his car door. “I’ll be ready in five minutes do you want me to meet you in town?” Seating himself in the driver's seat, he expertly guided the car out of the remaining portion of the driveway. “Not a chance ill come pick you up. Don’t even think about bringing your purse with you I’m paying.”

In a hurry, (Y/N) raced down the stairs and quickly settled on the bench outside. With determination, she tried to tie her shoes using only one hand. “I can’t do that you helped me with my car and let me pay.”

“No can do. My mother raised me better than that.”

“Well, we will see about that Derek. I’ll race you to the card reader.”

“May the best person win.”

As the boys stepped outside the doors, they realized how swiftly the school day had passed. “So, what happened? You left me stranded at the party.“ As Scott glanced back, he caught sight of Allison's gaze fixed upon him, filled with an unmistakable sense of betrayal. “Yeah, I-I know, I know. I'm sorry, I am. But you're gonna have to trust that I had a really good reason.” Stiles made his way towards his trusty jeep, ensuring the two teens got some privacy. “Did you get sick?” Scott lets out a deep breath, his thoughts replaying the events of Friday night in his mind. “...I had an attack of something,” he mumbled. “Am I gonna get an explanation?” Scott hesitated briefly, carefully constructing his sentence. “Can you just find it in your heart to trust me on this one?” Allison let out a deep sigh, creating a gentle ticking sound with her lips. “Am I gonna regret this?” Scott shrugged sheepishly smiling lightly. “Probably. So, is that a "yes" on a second chance?” With a slow nod of her head, Allison brought a surge of joy to the werewolf's heart. Their smiles exchanged in a fleeting moment, only to be abruptly interrupted by the blaring of a car horn nearby. As Allison's gaze lifted to locate the origin of the noise, she caught sight of a familiar burgundy SUV, signalling her departure from the date. “That's my dad. I better go.”

Scott was just about to head back to the school for his lacrosse practice when a familiar scent hit his nose, causing him to abruptly change direction. It was the unmistakable combination of gunpowder and pine, the same scent from the previous night. As he glanced towards the SUV, he noticed her father stepping out of the car - the very same man who led the group of Hunters that had shot him a few nights ago. Mr. Argent's eyes locked onto them, causing Scott to be momentarily speechless. With a hint of awkwardness, he waved at them using his gloved hand, unsure of how to react.

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Hello there! Hope you're having a great day! I just wanted to ask if this is the only writing account you have? I'd love to follow you in others if you have other accounts as well!

That's all! Thanks!

I do! i have one on wattpad under the same name

Im not going to be on any other site so if you find anyone stealing my content please let me know ❤️❤️

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walter deville teaser

In the magnificent ballroom of a majestic Tudor manor, a spellbinding scene unfolds. Bathed in the soft glow of candlelight, a mysterious woman glided across the polished floor, her movements as graceful as a swan. The haunting melody that filled the air seemed to possess her, guiding her every step between each guest. In the depths of the shadows, a figure stood, his presence both alluring and enigmatic. His face remained concealed, adding an air of intrigue to his already captivating aura. Their eyes locked, two souls drawn together by an invisible force, and the world around them faded into insignificance.

As the music swelled, reaching its crescendo, the stranger took a bold step forward. His voice, filled with a whisper of longing, broke the silence, confessing a love that seems to transcend time itself. “you have no idea how much I love you, Miss Stoker.” The woman's heart raced, her breath catching in her throat, as she was swept away by the intensity of his words.

In the moment frozen in time, their lips finally met in a passionate kiss. It was a collision of desire and longing, a union of souls that defied explanation. But as their embrace deepened, a peculiar taste lingered on the woman's tongue, a metallic tang that sent a shiver down her spine. Suddenly, a surge of curiosity mixed with a hint of fear flooded her heart. The taste of blood upon his lips was unmistakable, a jarring contrast to the tender moment they shared. Questions swirled in her mind, like whispers in the wind. Who was this faceless man? “(Y/N)?” he whispered. “(Y/N)?”

With a sudden jolt, the woman catapulted out of her seat, causing Evie to quickly reach for her pills. "We've landed," Evie whispered, handing her boss a pill with a sympathetic smile. "Don't worry about it," she added, noticing the beads of sweat on her forehead. "Oliver's waiting for us, let's go!" with a nod of her head (Y/N) slowly stood from her seat.

“So, who lives here again?” Evie asked as (Y/N) sat in the car, cruising along the secluded roads on the outskirts of Whitby, she couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia. The ever-changing weather, a characteristic she had missed dearly, played its whimsical game once again. One moment, the sky was a brilliant canvas of blue, devoid of any clouds, and the next, it transformed into a murky grey, with gusts of wind that seemed to dance through the air. “The De Ville family.” As they continued their journey, (Y/N)'s gaze was drawn to the enchanting woodland that enveloped their family estate. It was as if nature had painted a masterpiece, with emerald green shades blending seamlessly into fern green's vibrant hues. The lushness of the trees and foliage created a mesmerizing tapestry, inviting her to explore its hidden secrets. “But our family will be staying the weekend for the festivities.”

“Holy shit. are they royalty or something?” as the manor came into view (Y/N) felt a sense of familiarity. Nestled amidst a sprawling landscape, stood an opulent white brick mansion exuding an aura of wealth and influence. Its majesty matched only by the pristine gardens that surrounded it, meticulously manicured to perfection. Every corner of the magnificent abode reflected the abundance of riches it houses, while the walls remained untouched by even the tiniest speck of dirt. “No, it's just old money. England's full of it.” the artist knew something felt strange about the manor. It felt like home to her, and she couldn’t tell if she liked it or not.

“Welcome to New Carfax Abbey. Let me find our host.” As Oliver wandered off to find the owner (Y/N) also started to wander around the outside of the beautiful building. As she approached the entrance, the pillar carvings beckoned to her with an irresistible allure. Intricate and mesmerizing, they depicted a whimsical dance of enchanting forest creatures, each one brought to life in the bleached stone. These were no ordinary animals; they were the very same majestic beings she had encountered in her adventures. The sight filled her with an overwhelming sense of wonder and curiosity, igniting a fire within her. She yearned for the owner's permission to document every intricate detail, to capture the essence of this extraordinary building. Her excitement surged through her veins, as her mind raced with a flood of ideas, eager to be transformed into words on paper.

“I hope you don’t mind I brought a friend with me, Lord Deville,” Evie spoke pointing towards (Y/N) as she traced the pillar with her manicured nails. “(Y/N).” She called out but the girl seemed to ignore her. evie and the lord watched her closely, the rich gentleman listened to her breathing slow down as if slipping into a trance. “(Y/N)!” Evie called once again but still no reply. As the man gracefully approached the mesmerized woman, his presence seemed to cast a spell of intrigue. With a gentle touch, his large hand found its place on her shoulder, as if to guide her deeper into the enchanting world of his home. And there she stood, lost in a trance, her gaze fixated on the captivating artwork that adorned the brick. “miss are you alright.” His voice as smooth as milk snapped her from her brain her twinkling eyes locking with his stormy ones. The two matched their gaze smiling lightly at the sense of familiarity of each other.

“I'm sorry were you both calling me?” she stuttered looking towards Evie was an embarrassed look. “don’t worry (Y/N) your probably jet lagged.” She laughed picking up the poor girl's bag from the ground. “Walter, this is (Y/N). the artist I was telling you about.” The man now known as Walter stared back at (Y/N) his storm eyes now swapped with a flash of light of excitement. “it’s a pleasure to meet you, Miss Stoker. I am a very big fan of your work. obviously.” The sun-kissed hue of his skin suddenly blushed with a fiery red, as if caught off guard by his own rambling. It was almost endearing to witness him in such a vulnerable state as if his emotions were laid bare for all to see. But there was no denying the transformative power of the new face that had entered his life, for it had swiftly altered his entire demeanour. “I'm glad you enjoyed them Mr Deville and thank you for the generous donation to the gallery I can assure you there are big plans for it.” his smile couldn’t get any bigger, but it did. The sound of her voice lulled his heart into a stuttering beat as if it had been out of service for many moons.

“come let me show you around the manor. I hope you like how I've displayed your art.” His cotton-covered arm poked out to her as an invitation to his home. She slowly slipped her arm into his feeling a familiar spark ignite in their touch. His smell was so calming and alluring sending her into a high, her doing the same to him. Walter held her small hand in a comfortable tightness not wanting her to slip from him again.

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Walter Deville teaser

As she tightly gripped the entrance door, her heart skipped a beat as the melodious sound of her mobile ringtone echoed in her ear. With a sense of intrigue, she glanced at the screen to find an unfamiliar number glowing brightly. Without hesitation, she swiftly answered the call, her voice filled with a hint of curiosity. "Miss Stoker speaking," she uttered, her hands instinctively seeking warmth within the comforting embrace of her coat. “good evening, Miss Stoker. I am calling on behalf of my employee Lord Deville. The Lord has taken quite a liking to your recent paintings and would request to purchase every single one of them.” As she received the quick and emotionless request, a chill ran down her spine, sending shivers of anticipation through her entire being. It was a request that held the power to ignite her creative soul. Each and every painting from her recent collection flashed before her eyes, their gothic designs and dark colours dancing in her mind's eye. The numbers representing their worth swirled around in her head, filling her with a sense of exhilaration and joy. “Sir apologize for the silence. But I you sure you have the right artist. My pieces aren’t exactly the most popular pieces on the market.” She stuttered finally having the strength to enter the gallery and head to her office.

“ I am very sure mam. Lord Deville has been captivated by the pieces for some time now and has sent over a contract to your public email address.” (Y/N) eagerly unlocked her laptop and dove into her overflowing inbox, her heart pounding with anticipation. And there it was, like a beacon of hope, the subject line that caught her attention, illuminating the screen with its splendour. As her eyes met the dazzling digits of the price, a surge of excitement coursed through her veins, causing her sparkling eyes to widen in sheer delight. “this all seems too good to be true sir. I will have a read through the email and get back to the lord as soon as I'm done.”

“very well mam. We hope to hear from you soon.” As the old butler hung up the old-fashioned phone he looked back at his master with a poised nod. “it is done, my lord. Miss Stoker will read over the contract now.” In the dimly lit confines of Carfax Abbey's office, a solitary candle cast eerie shadows upon the vintage desks. The lord of the manor, an enigmatic figure, sat upright and impassive, poring over the printouts of (Y/N)'s website. “is it really here sir? Has our lady finally returned to us?” the butler spoke still keeping his emotions locked away. “it would seem so Mr. Fields.” the lord muttered. Finally, his old laptop flashed with a new email from the woman he had longed to see for centuries. “dear lord Deville. I am very pleased with the proposal sent to me. Unfortunately, the pieces have one more day in my personal gallery, but I can assure you after tonight’s event, I will have them sent of to your manor as soon as possible. I will send you over delivery reports once sent over. Warm regards Miss Stoker.” As Lord Deville's eyes scanned the message, a sly smile crept across his face. His heart, once as cold as ice, began to thaw with excitement. However, he knew better than to reveal his emotions just yet. He would keep his composure until he had his beloved back in his arms, where she belonged. As he sat in the dark, his fingers gracefully twirled the golden ring, its presence on his long finger a testament to his patience. With each rotation, the jewel embedded in the ring shimmered, mirroring the sparkle that once danced in her eyes, a memory etched in his heart.

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Regulus Black Teaser

Year one 1972-1973 11-12

“Stop staring regulus is very unbecoming! Filthy half-bloods” Regulus’ mother spoke with venom. The young first-year couldn’t help himself. the girl clutching onto her brother's arm was beautiful to him. baby cheeks flushed rose with nerves a light dusting of dents and scratches decorated her face very similar to her brother's own. He knew of the Lupins from Sirius over the summer. The older black had given his brother a full rundown of his friends. There was James Potter who couldn’t wait to be on the quidditch team, Peter Pettigrew wanted to be just like Sirius and James, and finally Remus Lupin a very intelligent boy with a love for chocolate. Sirus had mentioned that a younger lupin would also be joining Regulus’ year. But he failed to mention just how pretty she would be. Regulus quickly obeyed his mother feeling the burn of her angry stare towards him. “don’t even think about talking to her regulus black I will not have our blood tainted by their traitor.” She growled.

(Y/N) jade lupin followed her brother onto the train after a long farewell from her father. She wished her mother was there also, but the growing fear of the dark lord and his followers made it impossible for her to be safe on the platform. “what if I don’t make friends Remus?” she stuttered watching her brother take their cases and place them in the sturdy storage above their heads. “you’re worrying too much (Y/N). even if you don’t make friends for a bit, you have me. My friends know about me, so they’ll also be willing to help you.” She nodded her head slightly before a blur of silver caught her gaze. An open bar of muggle chocolate. “calm down and eat some.”

Remus was a pale-faced pre-teen also covered in scars. His hair was light brown hair that, was already starting to go grey from his ‘illness’. Stress can do a lot to a witch or wizard. (Y/N) knew it was only a matter of time the silver jumped to her hair. “finally got away!” the siblings quickly locked eyes on the boy barging into the carriage like a herd of wildebeest. Sirius black. (y/N) could never deny Sirius was handsome. Dark luscious curls that just touched his shoulders with matching dark eyes filled with mischief. Next to tumble in was James potter. He was very similar to Sirius, James was a tall, thin boy with hazel eyes and untidy black hair that stuck up at the back. The final boy to enter the compartment was Peter Pettigrew. He was the largest of the group and the shortest with mousy brown hair and silver eyes. “well, well well this must be the little lupin we’ve heard so much about!” James seemed extremely ecstatic to meet (Y/N) shaking her hand hard. “it’s nice to meet you all.” she stuttered smiling brightly at their welcoming personalities. This was going to be a very interesting year indeed.

The great hall was everything Remus had described. The ceiling was filled with beautiful night sky stars twinkling down like it was real. Floating candles scattered around flickering brightly. The whole room was filled with students all watching the first years as they entered. “now when I call your name,” Professor McGonagall began, “I shall place the sorting hat on your head, and you shall be sorted into your houses.” (Y/N) could instantly tell the professor cared for her students her stern expression fought with her floaty voice of passion and upper-class education. “regulus black.” (Y/N) watched as a boy walked towards the stool almost nervous. Instantly she could tell he was a pureblood. The young boy stood as straight as a pencil nothing seemed imperfect. His curly hair was styled with no frizz or kinks, his face clean of freckles dirt or imperfections of any kind. The only thing she could see of any difference to purebloods was his eyes. They swirled with every natural colour possible. But something so bright and vibrant was clouded with a layer of grey mist an emotionless gaze. The boy sat gracefully on the stool as the sorting hat was placed on top of his head. “Slytherin!” the hat barely brushed his hard curls before screeching the ‘dark house’. (Y/N) watched as he walked towards the emerald, green table still no emotions. “(Y/N) Lupin!”

Regulus watched the girl from the train. He didn’t blink, he didn’t move. He finally got a better look at the tiny girl from the station. And he was captivated. He had never seen a child so small and dainty. She still had an amount of baby fat on her cheeks like an innocent chipmunk. Her hair was tied in a braid low to the neck with light wisps of baby hair framing her face. But her eyes were the best part of Regulus. In contrast to his murky eyes, hers with bright and full of wonder, like a kaleidoscope. “now here's a challenge!” the hat murmured cackling as the girl bit her pink lips. “so many traits for such a small child. The intelligence of a Ravenclaw, the bravery of a Gryffindor, the loyalty of a Hufflepuff…but the ambition that radiates from you girl. Better be Slytherin!”

The portion of the table Regulus sat on snickered and laughed as the small girl walked towards the table. She sat down slowly away from everyone out of fear. He couldn’t blame her. “look at the little duckling. She couldn’t hurt a fly.” Bellatrix snickered towards Lucius and Narcissa. “she's gonna be eaten alive. Filthy half-blood.” Regulus knew his first year was going to be very strange.

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wolfsbane chapter two - second chance at first line

Chapter two - Second Chance at First Line

Scott and Stiles discover that the werewolf curse can also be triggered by anger, besides the full moon. With lacrosse and Allison being the big problem for Scott. But something else becomes a problem, the dead body in the Hale house or (Y/N)’s failed attempt at finding love.

Monday, September 6th

The werewolf slammed his fist into the now permanently dented metal. “Yes! Her father!” he growled. “You, okay?” nothing. Not a single bit of movement “Hey, all right? He didn't recognize you, right?” stiles knelt next to Scott as he panted heavily. “No... N-no, I don't think so...”

“Does she know about him?” his brown eyes turned confused before he shrugged his shoulder in a panic looking back up at his friend. “I don't know! What if she does? This is gonna kill me, man.”

The buzzcut boy pulled Scott up pushing his uniform and equipment into his sweaty palms. “Okay, just focus on lacrosse. Okay? Take this. Take this, and focus on lacrosse for now, okay? That's all you gotta do, yes?”

His breathing finally calmed down looking down at his destroyed locker. “Lacrosse.” He sighed. The two boys slowly left the locker room watching the rest of the team race onto the field. “Here. We. Go!”

Coach Finstock had already begun announcing their first task for the evening smacking his clipboard on the bench. “Let's go! One-on-one from up top! Jackson-- take a long stick today. Atta boy!” Jackson took his place on the field eyeing Scott as he also took his place. The whistle blew and the game began with Scott being a lot slower than he was at try-outs. “McCall, what are you waiting for? Let's go!” Scott tried his best to focus. He tried to race towards Jackson, but his strength seemed to vanish as he fell to the ground with a thud after making an impact on the captain. “Hey, McCall!” Scott moved his head down the face of the green field. His breath got thicker as his rage increased. The ignorant blonde always got on his nerves but now he was a werewolf that rage seemed to triple. “You sure you still want to be the first line, McCall?” Jackson said only making his emotions worse.

Coach finally made it over to Scott just as Jackson walked away. ”My-my grandmother can move faster than that-- and she's dead! You think you can move faster than the corpse of my dead grandmother?” Scott shook his head, his helmet clanking against his skin. “I can't hear you!”

He stood straight eyeing Jackson with a growl. “Yes. Coach.”

“Then do it again!”

Scott clenched his jaw again as he sighed and ran back to position while Coach shouted mockingly toward the rest of the players. “McCall's gonna do it again! McCall's gonna do it again!”

Jackson returned to his mid-field position as Scott returned to the front of the line-up for one-on-ones; though his eyes were no longer glowing gold, he still looked angry. The whistle blew once again. “Let's go!”

Scott ran full speed at his captain, gripping his lacrosse stick hard as he collided with Jackson, his right shoulder hitting him at full force. Jackson fell backwards, landing flat on his back in the grass as Scott had done earlier. He clutched his shoulder in pain trying to take a breath.

Stiles, panicked, ran over to Scott to check on him while everyone else was distracted by Jackson. “Scott? Scott, are you, okay? “Scott’s fangs had made an appearance. and his eyes were glowing bright gold as he desperately tried to keep himself from fully turning. Stiles threw his arm around Scott's shoulders, forcing him up toward the locker room doors.

As they tended to Jackson, nobody noticed the angry werewolf standing behind the benches watching the younger wolf’s actions. The green-eyed male turned back towards the forest checking his phone for the time. He knew the teen wouldn’t have control the day after the first turn, but he expected the boy to understand the dangers. He would have to have a talk with him. a very forceful talk.

(Y/N) quickly scrambled to get her house key locking the door as Derek pulled into the gravel drive. In the daylight, his car was impressive to her recently cleaned with tinted windows, but nothing compared to the driver. Derek’s lean figure came into view as we walked around to the passenger side with a toothy grin. She smiled trying to hide her blush as she skipped towards him. “Good morning, Derek.” She smiled his warming radiating off his toned body. “Good morning (Y/N).” His large hand opened the passenger door motioning her to enter his car. “Thank you.” She whispered shyly making him chuckle.

“there’s a small coffee shop downtown right by the shopping street.” He spoke leaving the meadow cottage in the distance. “Sounds cute. I haven’t had the chance to go into town yet.” Now and then, Derek would look down at her fingers watching her twiddle them with nerves. “Hey…” he mumbled grabbing her smaller fingers in his own larger ones. Her skin was cold to the touch but smooth like cream. He felt the sparks from his wolf almost feeling like pins and needles. “You, okay?” He made sure to speak with emotion. His rough voice had changed since the last time he felt like this with a girl. Let alone a woman. This time it was different. She was made for him. She didn’t know it yet, but she was. “Sorry… it’s my first date.” She stuttered.

“That I don’t believe.” He laughed. “I met you once (Y/N). And after that one time, I couldn’t get you out of my head.” He loved the sound of her laugh echoing in the car. “ It was the same with me. I think your green eyes messed with my head Mr hale.” She felt the same with his laugh. She could tell it was a sound rarely heard it was rough and broken like it was pulled out of the storage of his body. The young girl watched her driver pull into the car park stopping slowly by the ticket machine. “Why don’t you head inside and grab a table ill finish packing up.” She nodded her head, her styled hair moving with the motion before she shut the door.

(Y/N) walked into the coffee shop trying to ignore the looks of the older couples looking her up and down like a freak show. She smiled towards the barista asking him for the decaf options. Before she could order the bell from the door jingled signalling a new customer. She smiled looking towards the handsome man she was waiting for. He stopped in his tracks finally getting a good look at her out of the morning sun. Her glossy hair was styled straight framing her natural face shape. She was wearing different shades of purple. A short dress decorated with lighter flowers and a cardigan tied in the middle. Derek looked down at her feet noticing her taller state and seeing chunky black sandals wrapped around her tattooed ankles. Once again, she was covered in jewellery with assorted designs from bones to plants. His wolf almost wanted to pounce at her, but he held it back as much as he can.

“Just in time. I finished my order what do you want?” she asked sweetly clutching her card. “Just a black coffee please.” He asked, “And don’t take her card. I’ll be paying.” The barista nodded before getting on with the two drinks. “I’m not having this argument again.” She sighed smiling widely pushing his hand with his card down. “I don’t think so.” The card reader activated pulling Derek’s attention towards the device. Before he reached over, he felt her long black painted nails swirl the back of his head sending new sensations into his body. She leaned closer to the hidden wolf licking her matching black lips with a cheeky smile. “it’s funny how you assume I would give up on this Derek.” She whispered as the barista turned back around again. “here’s something you should know about me before this goes any further…” The chime of the card reader interrupts Derek’s trance seeing her card be accepted by the reader. “When I say ill pay… I pay.” She giggles picking up their coffees and walking to the booth at the back of the shop.

once Derek sat down (Y/N) eyed him as he blew on his mug and took a sip. His green eyes fascinated her. Maybe it was due to their relation to nature? She didn’t know but she knew she would never get tired of his eyes. “So… what brought you to beacon hills?” he asked as she took a sip of her drink. “Mostly a change of scenery.” She smiled, “I used to live in New Orleans, but it was too busy for me. My grandmother thought it would be good for me.” He nodded his head wondering about her life in a busy place. “My friend hooked me up with a job at the vet it’s not what I major in but it’s something to do.” Derek took another sip mentally noting she worked at the same place Scott did. “It surprises me.” He said the girl’s head tilted in confusion. “Most people who move here are running from something.” She knew it was a joke, but she couldn’t help but think of the spark in her head. He felt her heart skip multiple beats meaning he had hit a nerve in her. Her sweet smile faded as she focused on the drink in her mug. “I guess I kinda am.” She mumbled, “Sorry I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.” She tried her best to boost her mood swirling her drink to make a whirlpool.

“No, I shouldn’t have said that. It just reminded me of myself.” He spoke. Stop. Stop talking. She doesn’t need to know what happened. “How do you mean?” she asked. “My family died in a fire 6 years ago. When it happened the first thing, I did was leave for New York.” She didn’t need to know what. Why was he still talking? He shouldn’t trust her. He couldn’t trust her. Stop. Talking. “there’s no shame in running. Especially from something like losing your family.” He looked up towards her, her eyes twinkling from the reflection of the fairy lights in the café. “On the bright side, at least neither of us has to worry about meeting the other family.” Derek smiled at her attempt to make the conversation brighter. “I’m guessing your family isn’t in the picture.” He asked. She laughed making his body relax. “God, I hope not. The day I introduce you to my parents, run!”

Derek hadn’t laughed so much in a long time. The girl facing him brought something out of him that he strangely missed. They both rested their hand on the table lightly brushing their fingertips. The two quickly moved back as they shared the sensation of a zap zooming through their bodies. Derek knew what had happened but kept calm and collected. “Sorry.” She giggled thinking nothing of it except friction. “Anyway, tell me something about you Mr Mysterious.” (Y/N) looked up towards the barista as he refilled her mug smiling in a thank you. “Well, not much to tell to be honest. I was born in the town and played basketball for the school. went to college for business which I’ve never used. I moved back less than a month ago.” (Y/N) nodded her head while humming into her drink. “I wouldn’t take you for a business student. Maybe more of a criminology student. You’d probably be good at interrogations.”

“And why would you say that?”

“you’re a bit of a sourpuss.” Derek huffed into his mug smiling lightly. “You have no idea.” He laughed. “What about you? I know you lived in New Orleans but other than that.” The girl looked down into her mug watching the liquid swirl as she strutted out an innocent timeline. “I was born in Texas; my parents were the typical religious nuts I ran away at 16 to New Orleans. I’m studying plants mostly, but I majored in cryptozoology.” His thick brow arched in confusion that the unfamiliar word. “Sorry, it is the study of mythical creatures. So, things like bigfoot, the Loch Ness monster.” Derek tried hard to suppress his fear there was no way the woman he imprinted on was obsessed with mythical creatures and did not be something to do with his world. Once again, he begged whatever god was listening to not be a hunter. “My favourites are werewolves. She giggled. “No matter what research or legend you read they all say that werewolves mate for life. When they lose a mate that’s it, they die alone mostly from a broken heart.”

“What would you do if you met one?” he mumbled looking up with puppy dog eyes that made her melt in her seat. “Well, first id ask it not to kill me.” She joked. “Probably just talk to them. I mean they’re no different to me or you. Just hairy?” Derek smiled lightly with a big sigh of relief unknown to her she was already doing what she wanted to do. before he could reply to the small clock in the café chimed twelve spooking (Y/N) with a jump.

“Oh, shoot noon already?!” she ground her teeth grabbed hold of her bag on the other chair and looked back up at Derek. “I’m sorry I’m gonna have to go I have some errands before work.” Disappointed Derek could only smile nodding his head “Don’t worry it’s fine. I’m guessing another date to finish where we left off.” He asked as the two stood up and tidy the table. “Anywhere you would suggest?”

“There’s an old English-style pub on the other end of time, called the Swan, Thursday night ill meet you there at 6?” she noted it down on her hand before scrambling through her tote bag and pulling out the familiar leather jacket he had seen her in the night before. “ As much as I want to steal it?” she joked. He took it from her dainty hands noticing the torn bitten edges of her nail beds almost raw to draw blood. He eyed the jacket for a moment before wrapping It back around her as she closed the café door. “I think it looks a lot better on you than me.” He whispered. His wolf quickly got the better of him as the scent of her entered his nose. He kissed her cheek feeling the heat from her rosy cheek hit his lips sending him into cloud nine. “I’ll see you Thursday, Mr Hale.” She giggled. The werewolf watched the girl walk down the street towards the shops, his fern-green eyes watching her skirt sway with her hips.

As Night fell on beacon hills, Scott returned home to his messy bedroom. He dropped his backpack onto the floor in the corner and belly-flopped onto his bed with a heavy sigh. After a moment of silence, a knock on his door startled him out of his trance. “Hey, late shift again for me. But I am taking the day off to see your first game!” Scott, clearly still unhappy about the fact that he knows he can’t play, wasted no time to start arguing with her in a grumpy tone. “No, Mom, you can't-“ Melissa scoffed interrupting him. “Oh, no, I can and will. Come on, one shift isn't gonna break us... Not completely... stiles’ dad thought it would be a good idea to invite your new co-worker (Y/N)?” Scott knew he couldn’t change her mind knowing his mother’s words were final. “Hey, what's with your eyes? “Alarmed, Scott rose onto his elbows, frightened of the glowing gold that was new to him. “You look like you haven't slept in days.” Trying to hide his relief, Scott shook his head sighing lightly. “Oh, uh, it's nothing. I'm just... stressed...”

“Just stress? Nothing else?”

“ Homework...”

“ I mean, it's not like you're on drugs or anything, right?”

“ ...Right now?”

Melissa scoffed loudly before starting a row of questions. “Right now? I'm sorry, what do you mean, "right now?" Have you ever taken drugs?”

“ Have you?”

Melissa stared at her child with irritation and exasperation for a moment before finally just clicking her tongue, sighing, and walking to the door with a huff. “Get some sleep.” She passed him one last look and finally disappears to go to work. As Scott heard the front door lock, he marched towards his laptop hearing the familiar ringtone for video call. Stiles’ face popped on the screen with a flashing toy gun shooting at the monitor with a red beam. “What’d you find out?” Too exhausted to play games, Scott got to the point of the call, which was Jackson. “Well, it's bad. Jackson's got a separated shoulder.” Guilt slowly grew in the pit of the werewolf’s stomach. Jackson may have been an asshole, but the teen bully didn’t ask to be floored by a supernatural being with the strength of fifty men. “Because of me?” at his words stiles sneered. “Because he's a tool. they don't know if he’s gonna play yet. Now, they're just counting on you.” Just what Scott needed to hear.

On-screen, Stiles leant forward, concern displayed on his pale face. “What?” his friend’s brown eyes widened with concern. The boy started to frantically type the sound of clicking keys echoed through the speaker. “It looks like what? Scott read. Buffering. Loading. Reconnecting. The pause was painful for the werewolf. “Come on, damnit!” It looks like someone’s behind you! It read. “What?” Scott quickly switched his camera to his own watching the shadow behind him grow and grow.

It's Derek, who immediately snatched the adolescent by the back of his red hoodie and pulled him to his feet. he shoved him face-first against the nearby wall and held him there as he growled animalistically. “I saw you on the field!” the off-guard Scott dangled with fear as he processed his words. “Wha-what are you talking about?” he stuttered. “You shifted in front of them! If they find out what you are, they find out about me, about all of us. And then it's not just the Hunters after us, it's everyone.”

“ They didn't see anything! I s-swear, I-“ Scott paused his words as he breathed in the scent of sage. Panic spread across his young face before being replaced with rage. “Why do you smell like (Y/N)?” he growled his golden eyes shifting. With a huff, Derek sighed slamming him into the plaster again. “Why do you care?”

“Stay away from (Y/N)!” he ordered before falling to the ground. “Keep out of mine and (Y/N) business Scott.” Scott slowly pulled himself back up feeling his bones click and crack. “she’s not yours.” He argued watching the older wolf step towards the window. “Wanna bet on that?”

Tuesday, September 7th

the next day at school, Scott started his Derek homework, getting out of the Friday night game. The teen’s sweaty body replayed the words from the older wolf. His smell also played on his mind. Why (Y/N) Why his new co-worker? Was it to keep an eye on him? to threaten him? Scott knew for sure Derek couldn’t have true feelings towards her. he was certain he didn’t have emotions. As Scott and Coach walked through the boy's locker room and into the office, Coach was completely confused and irritated by what Scott has just told him. “What do you mean, you can't play the game Friday night?”

Scott stood in the door frame gawkily, knowing that he has no real good reason for backing out that wouldn’t sound foolish to the Coach. sore muscles would never work. Maybe he could break a bone. “ I mean... I can't play the game Friday night...” Finstock’s eyes continued to blink rapidly with confusion. “You can't wait to play the game Friday night!”

“No, Coach. I can't play the game tomorrow night.”

“...I'm not following.”

“I'm having some... personal issues.”

“Is it a girl?” technically yes. A girl and a woman. One he knew he had strong feelings towards, the other he saw as a cool older sister he wanted to desperately protect. “Is it a guy?” Again, technically yes. A broody old werewolf with a problem with a boy trying to get on with his life. Potentially threatening said the older sister figure. “You know, our goalie, Danny, is gay...”

“Yeah, I know, Coach, but that's not it.”

“You don't think Danny's a good-looking guy?”

“I... think he's good-looking. But I-I-I like girls.”

“What, is it drugs? Are you doing meth? Because I had a brother that was addicted to meth. You should have seen what it did to his teeth! They were all cracked and rotted. it was disgusting.”

“My God-- what happened to him?”

“He got veneers! Is-is that what this is about? Are you afraid of getting hurt, McCall?

“ No... I'm... having some issues dealing with aggression...” technically not a lie.

“Well, here's the good news! That's why you play lacrosse! Problem solved. Listen, McCall, part of playing the first line is taking on the responsibility of being the first line. Now, if you can't shoulder that responsibility, then you're back on the bench until you're ready. McCall... play the game.”

Scott finally gave up on his eccentric coach, he marched down the student-filled halls palms sweating with panic. His phone rang the annoying tone rattling his ears. his mother.

Got the night off! Coming to see you play! So excited!!

Before he allowed his rage to take over, Scott pulled his head up meeting the chocolate brown eyes of Allison. Her sweet smile quickly made the worried and panic vanish. “Hey,” she smiled twirling her curls between her nimble fingers. “Hey,” he breathed. She looked down at his hands, seeing the small communication device. “Busy?” Scott watched confused, she directed to his phone as he nervously stammered out a response. “No, no, it's just, uh, my mom. She's nothing.” Allison’s eyes shot up with surprise before Scott finally realised what he had spoken. “I mean, it's nothing. Uh, I'm never busy for you.” Her smile momentarily returned. “I like the sound of that. I have to run to French class, but I wanted you to know that I'm coming to see you play tomorrow.” Scott processed the latest information. Another person he cared about to worry about. “You are?”

He knew he should have been happy to know the girl of his dreams was actually interested in his game. However, with the newfound rage bomb that was the wolf inside him. “And we're all going out afterwards…you, me, Lydia, Jackson... It's gonna be great. Tell Stiles to come, too. Uh, save me a seat at lunch. I gotta go!” as her small frame swayed down the hall the dark soft fabric of her jacket took his interest. The last time he had seen that jacket was that previous Friday hung up with Derek standing underneath like the creep Scott believed he was. Something was different about the jacket its once sweet smell of Allison was now mixed with the stench of Derek.

Scott rode his bike through the forest, furiously pushing the pedals so he could go as fast as he could. As his anger kept bubbling, he made it to the Hale House remains. he hopped off his bike and threw it to the ground with a thud before he raced over to what was left of the front porch. “Derek! DEREK!”

Catching his breath, Scott looked around for a moment, taking note of a recently dug patch of Earth. The dirty smell masked the faint smell of the crimson liquid flowing through his veins. He snapped his senses to the presence of another person and turned back to find Derek, standing on the porch, staring him down like a hunter. “Stay away from her! She doesn't know anything!” he growled showing his golden orbs to the older beta hoping to look slightly intimidating. “Yeah? What if she does?”

Derek stopped walking as soon as he felt the heat from the newborn wolf. He could see how angry he was, how much this young girl was affecting him. he couldn’t tell if it was good or not. Maybe this girl could help him control himself, maybe she would be his downfall. Not just Scott’s but Derek’s too. An argent was unwelcome news. Derek knew that for sure. “You think your little buddy Stiles can just Google "Werewolves," and now you got all the answers? Is that it?”

still furious, Scott stayed silent as he tried to catch his breath. Derek continued as he slowly walked closer to Scott to make his point. “You don't get it yet, Scott, but I'm looking out for you. Not just for you but for Stiles, for Allison, for (Y/N). Think about what could happen. You're on the field... the aggression takes over... and you shift in front of everyone.” He bent down and picked up Scott's lacrosse stick from his abandoned backpack, his muscles clenching around the staff like sports equipment. “Your mom, all your friends even (Y/N). and trust me you don’t want her to hurt her. when they see you...” with a swipe of his claws, the small basket on the end of the stick was destroyed.

“Everything falls apart.”

Casually, Derek tossed the stick up into the air and from grabbing the stick from the sky to looking back down, Derek had vanished.

Wednesday, September 13th

As Derek marched through the woods, he thought back to his words towards Scott. He remembered the pain he felt from his previous encounter with the Argents. How could he let himself get so stupid to catch feelings for a woman that he wasn’t connected to? Not even her scent drew him in. It was his annoying teenage mind thinking it was cool to date an older woman. Now he looked back with many regrets knowing now how abusive and predatory the wench was being.

He was quickly drawn out of his thoughts with his senses working overtime. The metallic scent of blood wafted through his nose. Light screams filled his eardrums. He raced through the foliage, swiftly stopping at the familiar wall of poison flowers.

He knew he could never get bored of the view of her. just watching her do domestic things like she was now was almost enchanting to him. As she bent down to pick at the weeds growing in her beautiful garden, he smiled lightly thinking of himself helping her. tending to their land together like a proper domestic couple no wolves, no hunters, just them and the meadow around them. His thoughts once again switched off at the sound of screams starting once again. He inspected her intensely preying she was okay. But the screams once again stopped. Nothing came out her mouth, her radio playing Season of the Witch didn’t jump, but the screams were high-pitched and quick. He watched her place from roots into her basket, but she didn’t take them to her compost she took them inside, locking the screen door behind her once her black hair companion joined her.

The only thing he thought was still strange was the blood smell. He knew it was her blood, but she seemed fine, but her once blushing skin was cold and pale, almost dead-like.

Stiles slammed the clinic door shut shaking the clinic making (Y/N) jump with shock. “Stiles please be gentle with the door honey.” She sighed taking her vet jacket off and looping it onto her hook. “Sorry (Y/N).” he stuttered skipping over to Scott. “What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?” he asked being sure to for once talk quietly in front of (Y/N). “I found something at Derek Hale's.” the teen with the buzz-cut eyes shot open with surprise. “Are you kidding? What?” the two teens turned around looking at the beautiful goth who was currently in her own world deep in her piles of books. “There's something buried out there. I could smell blood. I don’t know who’s but your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then, you help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing because there's no way I'm not playing that game.”

The duo spun around marching towards the door. Stiles quickly stopped almost falling to the ground with a skid of his shoes. “Nice collection there (Y/N)” he commented noting the piles of books all seemed to be about some sort of cryptid or spiritual book. the woman looked up with shining eyes of excitement. “it’s a bit of a hobby I guess you can tell with the matching tats. Unknowingly to Scott, he kept the girl distracted with questions giving the robin of the duo to slip the specific book labelled Lycans and the Moon. “Well boys I’ve got to go so no offence…get out so I can lock up.” (Y/N) smiled jesting to the door Stiles had slammed open earlier. “Sorry. Have a good night (Y/N)”

Scott and Stiles drove the bumping roads towards the hospital plotting their next plan. “Dude I really don’t have a good feeling about (Y/N).” stiles confessed gripping the steering wheel. “I mean the new girl in town. We can all admit she is a dark babe from hell but come on. Don’t you think it’s a bit of a coincidence that we discover werewolves, your new girlfriend is from a family of hunters, and we just found her with piles and piles of books about supernatural creatures.” Scott breathed heavily tapping the scratched glass of the jeep. “You know stiles some people really do find it interesting.” He hoped. “Well, I hope your right Scott. Cause I hate for such a hot girl to be evil. That will make the dreams really weird.”

“I didn’t need to know that, Stiles.”

Unsure of where to go to get the information they need, Scott and Stiles wondered the halls of the hospital, the bright lights of the halls flickered the signs above. After a moment, Stiles looked up a sign for the morgue dangling just above his head. As Scott headed in, stiles wandered around like a lost puppy. “Good luck, I guess...”

As he turned his body, he focused his attention on Lydia waiting in one of the seats. He immediately got both nervous and excited to be this close to her, finally being able to make his unplanned move. “Hey, Lydia... You probably don't remember me. Um, I sit behind you in biology.” Her face contorted into confusion watching the loose teen with a twirl of her ginger locks. Lydia. “Uh, anyway, I always thought that we just had this kind of connection. Unspoken, of course. Maybe it'd be kind of cool to... get to know each other a little better...”

Stiles quickly stopped his speech as soon as a small device pulled away from her rosy ears. “Hold on, give me a second.” She giggled to the person on the other line. Her green eyes focused on Stiles for the first time in his life. “Yeah, I didn't get any of what you just said. Is it worth repeating?” she mocked. The poor boy’s pale cheeks flushed pink rubbing his peach fuzz hair with embarrassment. “No. Sorry, I'll just sit...You don't care...”

Meanwhile, Scott tiptoed down the eerie morgue hall before opening the nearest door. He kept sniffing and sniffing, touching the metal handles of each coffin-like storage. Suddenly, he stopped smelling the same pine and rain scent that was buried under the dirt pile. He slowly pulled ‘jane doe’ out of her metal resting place and took a strong sniff of her decaying body. It was a match. An exact match.

“Holy God!” stiles squealed as Scott pulled the fake magazine distraction out of his pale hands. “The scent was the same.” He smiled high fiving his companion. “You sure?” the werewolf nodded his head heavily. “So, he did bury the other half of the body on his property?”

“Which means we have proof he killed the girl.”

“I say we use it.” Scott pulled Stiles down the exit hall plotting in their minds their end action plan. “Tell me something first. Are you doing this because you want to stop Derek, or because you want to play in the game, and he said you couldn't?” from the look on the teen’s face to him it was both. He knew he had to stop Derek, but he also wanted to play the game. “There are bite marks on the legs, Stiles! Plus, I think he’s gonna go after (Y/N) next. I mean he has the motive to harm her. She could easily pinpoint were werewolves she’s a risk.” Stiles sighed heavily rubbing his eyes from the sleep building up from the sleepless nights of research. “Dude she might be working with him for all we know. Look let’s just keep this simple for now get Derek in jail and play that game.” Scott nodded his head as the buzzcut boy wrapped his long arms around his shoulder. “we're gonna need a shovel.”

Stiles and Scott spied on Derek as he walked out of the Hale House ruins towards his Camaro. He clutched his mobile phone against his ear smiling brightly with multiple laughs coming from his usual emotionless mouth. “dude see, maybe he actually likes (Y/N).” Scott whispered eavesdropping on the conversation. “are you sure you’re okay with getting yourself there?” he reassured unlocking his car. “I know you said you’d be fine, but I don’t want you having to sit alone at a bar until I get there.” the dark-haired wolf sat comfortably in his seat before shutting the door. “I can’t wait either. I’ll see you tomorrow night Miss Williams.”

As the expensive vehicle left the woods, the duo marched their way to the mound of earth by the side of the chard ruins. “dude, it’s all an act! There’s no way that he has a genuinely nice cell in his body. Hess probably scoping his next target. he’s coming back later to dig a new grave.” The buzz-cut teen grabbed his shovel attacking the ground with the little strength he had buried in his arms. “or maybe it’s the other way round. Maybe she has him right where she wants him to strike. Get hunter of the year for killing the last Hale wolf.”

As they finally finished digging, they found a mud-soaked linen wrap, secured tightly with a twine rope. Scott took a strong whiff sensing the change in the smells around him. “Wait... Something's different.” The once rain-filled grave was now just a wet dog, exactly like the wet rooms at his work.

“Just keep going.”

“What if he comes back?”

“Then we get the hell out of here.”

“What if he catches us?”

“I have a plan for that.”

“ ...Which is?”

“You run one way. I run the other. Whoever he catches first? Too bad.”

“I hate that plan.”

When they both looked down, they saw several twine rope strings poking out of the earth, like little worms wiggling in the dirt. the two knelt down as they brushed the soil away with their bare hands. As Stiles sluggishly untied the bundle struggling with the military-style knots’ “Hurry!” Scott shouted adding nothing to help his friend with the impossible knots. “I'm trying. Did he have to tie the thing in, like, nine hundred knots?” Scott abruptly pushed aside his friend and swiftly finished the job.

“...What the hell is that?” stiles muttered. As the fabric fell to the bottom of the grave, stiles and Scott jumped back in fear. A black, scruffy cut-up wolf revealed itself from the bundle, its dead eyes open almost staring at the two teens. “It's a wolf.” They quickly left the grave panting heavily from the sheer shock of the creature. but before Stiles could ponder any more. “Yeah, I can see that. I thought you said you smelled blood, as in human blood?”

“I told you something was different...”

“This doesn't make sense.”

The Batman and Robin duo worked fast to recover their work, pushing each bit of dirt mud and worm back into place. suddenly, Stiles saw a purple flicker moving gracefully in the wind. “What's wrong?” Scott asked watching his daydreaming companion stare the purple flower down like a criminal. “You see that flower?” he slowly pulled himself from the ground lightly stroking the petals. “I think it's wolfsbane.” The teen pulled the plant from the ground noticing the roots hadn’t settled in the new soil yet. It hadn’t been there long enough to settle. “What's that?”

“Uh... haven't you ever seen The Wolf Man? Lon Chaney, Junior? Claude Rains? The original, classic Werewolf movie? No? You are so unprepared for this.” Stiles quickly clutched the end of the roots inspecting the exact same rope from the bundle attached to the ends. He gradually followed the material trail going round and round the grave in a spiral formation. With a sceptical expression, Scott watched him closely the smell of the flower irritating the wolf’s senses like an itch. Trying to ignore it, the wolf teen looked back down at his devolved brethren squealing at the changed form. The same dirty hair and deathly eyes stared back at him like the night he was turned. “oh!” stiles screamed, joining his friend with an exact terror expression.

Thursday, September 13th

Once again, the two teens watched the Hale house get inspected by the police including Stiles’ own father. The black-haired werewolf glared daggers towards the two as the handcuffs scratched his wrists like thorns. Derek stepped down into the police car finally ending his angered stare. Scott slowly watched Stiles get up from his hiding spot sauntering over like he owned the crime scene. “No!” he growled stiles finally made it to the police car and with a slide of his body he sat down with the criminal.

“Okay, just so you know, I'm not afraid of you.” He breathed. Derek looked up slowly his hard gaze. He knew the teen was lying. He didn’t even have to listen to his heart. The sweat and moving eyes gave it away. ”...Okay, maybe I am. Doesn't matter. I just wanna know something. The girl you killed. She was a Werewolf. She was a different kind, wasn't she? I mean, she could turn herself into an actual wolf, and I know Scott can't do that. Is that why you killed her?”

The older man sighed heavily leaning closer to the cage-like window. “Why are you so worried about me when it's your friend who's the problem? When he shifts on the field, what do you think they're gonna do, huh? Just keep cheering him on. I can't stop him from playing, but you can... And trust me-- you want to.”

Before Stiles could reply to the worrying speech. Suddenly, the energetic teen was pulled out of the vehicle, the grumble of his father entering his ears. “Ow. Ow. Ow.” He pushed his son to the end of the lot the leaves distressed under his dragging feet. ”There. Stand.” He groaned.

“What the hell do you think you're doing???” Noah growled watching his son kick the foliage under him. “I'm just trying to help!”

“Okay, well, how 'bout you help me understand exactly how you came upon this?”

“We were looking for Scott's inhaler...”

“Which he dropped when?”

“The other night...”

“The other night... when you were out here, looking for the first half of the body?”

“Yes.”

“The night that you told me you were alone, and Scott was at home?”

“Yes....No!”

And there it was. The answer Noah was looking for. “Oh, crap...” his child sighed. “So, you lied to me.” Noah exhaled.

“That depends on how you define "lying..."”

“Well, I define it as "not telling the truth." How do you define it?”

“Um... "reclining your body in a horizontal position?"”

“Get the hell out of here.”

“ Absolutely.”

Stiles and Scott sped out of the woods in the battered Jeep, Scott doing whatever he could to find the reason for the wolfsbane at the grave. “I can't find anything about wolfsbane being used for burial.” He sighed locking his phone with a grunt. Something didn’t feel right to the wolf. “Just keep looking. Maybe it's like a ritual or something? Like, maybe they bury you as a wolf.” He chewed on his cheek biting back a snarking comment towards his friend, his rage bubbling. “Or, maybe it's like a special skill, you know? Like, something you have to learn?” Scott rolled his brown eyes. “I'll put it on my "To Do" list, right underneath "figuring out how the hell I'm playing this game tonight."” He growled. Stiles looked swiftly towards his friend watching the golden eyes of his wolf form show through. “Maybe it's different for girl Werewolves... we can look in (Y/N) book when we get back to your place.”

“Okay, stop it!”

The driver slowed the jeep down lightly, Scott panting in the passenger seat worried him greatly. “Stop what?” he muttered worry building up in his body. “Stop saying "Werewolves!" Stop enjoying this so much! Are you okay?”

Scott’s voice grew deeper as he growled a NO towards Stiles, he doubled over with pain, like electricity shocking through his veins. “No, I'm not. I'm so far from being okay.” He felt his fangs and fur grow, cracking and groaning coming from his body. Stiles quickly pulled his bag from the back seat almost having a rare light bulb moment. He pulled out the violet plant from the night before wafting the scent towards the growling teen. “You kept it?” Scott screamed watching the driver pull over with shaking hands. “What was I supposed to do with it???”

As soon as the car was in park, Stiles grabbed his backpack and launched himself out of the Jeep, running toward the edge of the woods and tossing the bag as far as he could throw it to get as much distance away from Scott as possible. He prayed it work not wanting his best friend to lose his control in the middle of the day with joggers, hikers and dog walkers hiding in the woods. Once it was out of eyesight, Stiles pitched his head back and breathed deeply before turning back toward the Jeep with a huff. “Okay, we're good, you can…Scott?”

The werewolf was already gone.

“Scott???”

Panicked, Stiles ended up speeding down the road through the timbers as he called the police on speakerphone. ”Stiles, you know you can't call the dispatch line when I'm on duty.” Dispatch groaned not wanting to hear the latest story from the sheriff’s son. “I just need to know if you've gotten any odd calls...?”

“Odd how?”

“Uh, like, an odd person, or...”

Stiles struggled to produce an example that didn’t channel a werewolf break out. “A dog-like individual roaming the streets...?” The dispatcher, out of patience, put an end to their conversation quickly and sternly. “I'm hanging up on you now.” Stiles, panicked and desperate to find Scott before he hurts somebody, tried to get her to reconsider but the ringing of the hang-up sound stopped his multiple waits from spilling out his mouth. Stiles knew he would be going to Allison. But he hoped he would find him before anything could happen to the young girl.

Noah sat down with a grunt in the interrogation room watching the suspect do the same with his hands still cuffed behind him. “okay Mr. Hale, If you are innocent in all of this then let’s make this as simple as possible. I’m assuming you know the drill in these sorts of interrogations. I ask the questions you answer. Can we get started?” Derek nodded his head with a low Yes sheriff, like a kicked dog. “thank you.”

The sheriff opened up the coffee-coloured file switching on the small desk light that barely had a working bulb. Derek sat with a shaking leg eyeing the time with a deep sigh. “problem Mr hale.” Noah asked taking not of a deep sigh. “no sir just had a date with a really nice girl. I was surpassed to be there right about now.” Noah nodded his head feeling slightly saddened knowing there was a nice girl waiting alone for him possibly thinking she had been stood up. “sorry to hear that. Okay, where were you the night of the murder?”

“I was driving down to beacon hills to follow my sister. She had come down here for some reason. but she didn’t tell me what the reason was. I also wanted to check on my uncle in the hospital.”

“Does your sister have any contact details we can use to get a hold of her?” Derek took a big gulp of air taking the time to process he couldn’t say his sister was alive anymore. He knew he had to get over it quickly, there was too much to worry about to mourn. “that won’t be needed. She’s dead.” He stated holding the emotions waiting to spill from his body. “she is jane doe.” Noah quickly noted down his statement messaging his colleagues the new information so they could act on it. “so, you mean to tell me the legs we have in our morgue are your sisters? And you didn’t think to come to the police with this information?” the wolf rolled his fern green eyes the anger bubbling. “well, it’s not like you guys tracked down the last murderer of my family members. I wonder if it’s the same person that killed Laura that set the fire?”

The snide comment quickly shut Noah up remembering the hale fire like it was yesterday. The smell of burnt flesh would never leave his memory. “if I could go back and redo that entire case I would Derek, but I can’t. I’ve only got what the last sheriff has. But right now, Laura’s case deserves to be closed. Tell me what happened that night.” Derek leant back in his seat the clock ticking and ringing in his ear. He had definitely missed his date with (Y/N). he was gonna have to do something really big to apologise. “I stayed at the motel in town for the night I didn’t see the point in going to find her at night. I woke up the next morning and tried to call her cell, but she didn’t answer. I knew she would either be with our Uncle Peter or at our old house, so I went to the house first. I went for a walk around the woods, and I found two teenagers looking for an inhaler. I gave it to them and went on my way. Next thing I knew I was looking down at my chopped-up big sister on the ground. Like roadkill.”

Derek took a slow and deep breath taming the monster dripping out slightly. “I saw nobody else other than your annoying son and his even more annoying friend. I didn’t see anyone. I took her and I buried her. I assumed she got attacked by a mountain lion in the woods. Our mum always told us to not play in the woods alone. I guess she forgot the rules.” The sheriff finally finished taking notes circling in his own personal notebook to ground Stiles when he got off work. “well, Mr. Hale, I’m gonna need some DNA and ill have to keep you in overnight. Standard procedure. I’m sorry.”

As the other police took Derek to his cell for the night Noah continued inspecting his mobile phone. He skimmed through the few contacts noting his usual contact was the care facility in the hospital and the contact under the label Miss Williams. He clicked the contact number copying it number by number into his own phone before he put the phone to his ear his orbs shot up in shock. The contact had changed to (Y/N)’s saved contact. He quickly hung up.

(Y/N) sat worriedly, Dressed in her best clothes. a navy-blue velvet dress layered with multiple layers of blue, black fishnets and black boots. Her hair was up wrapped in a matching colour bandana and large constellation earrings dangling from her lobes. “another drink miss?” the bartender asked sensing the sadness radiating off the young woman. “no need I’m heading out.” She muttered paying her tab and quickly necking her shot. “if a guy comes in asking about me tell him to take a hike.” As she sauntered through the bar ignoring the catcalls and whistles from the drunk creeps she slammed the door with a sigh, forcing the tears back in her eyes.

(Y/N) finally made it home locking her front door, leaving Derek’s leather jacket inside her car in shame. She left used and played like a puppy on a lead following its owner. She knew she was new to romance, love and anything to do with dating. But she knew it wasn’t meant to feel like that. Like someone had stabbed a dagger through her heart and twisted it. she slumped down on the sofa grabbing hold of the surgical equipment by her coffee table with a grunt, she place the needle inside her skin sighing as she felt her blood oozing from the new wound.

She knew she had to stop sooner or later, but she had a duty, and it was a duty she was happy to do. for her family. It was a distraction. A big cloud over her head to mask the events of the night. (Y/N) looked towards the moonlight peaking between her voiles, the night sky finishing her state of bliss and within a minute of her head hitting the back of the furniture she drifted into a slumber, With no date in sight.

Friday, September 15th

Dressed in his lacrosse uniform Scott hung up his bookbag in his locker when his superhuman senses started flaring once again, allowing him to hear the various noises in the locker room with complete clarity. This included the sound of Jackson and another player whispering to each other, though their words were still difficult to make out to the wolf with the added sounds, such as the locker doors slamming shut and equipment thumping against each other. Scott turned to look at them to try to eavesdrop.

“ ...McCall...”

“ ...only defence...”

“ ...not McCall...”

Jackson looked over to see Scott looking at them, and Scott, feeling caught, looked back at his book bag and tried to keep their conversation out of his mind. He reluctantly grabbed his pads and sat on the bench to put on his shin guards, looking back over at Jackson and the others talking, only to be distracted by the sight of Stiles, who smiled when they make eye contact. “ You gonna try to convince me not to play?” he grumbled. “I just hope you know what you're doing...”

“If I don't play, I lose first line and Allison.” He interrupted. This statement made Stiles a little wound up, and he replied in a loud tone of voice. “Allison's not going anywhere... and it's one game that you really don't need to play.”

“I wanna play!” Stiles looked at him as though to say, "Really?" as Scott continued his rant of rage. “I wanna be on the team. I wanna go out with Allison. I want a semi-freaking normal life! Do you get that?” Scott, embarrassed by how dramatic he was being, looked down at the floor, and Stiles sighed before sitting down next to him on the bench, his knees facing the opposite direction from Scott's. “Just try not to worry too much while you're out there, okay?” Stiles considered his own words for a moment before adding onto them. “Or get too angry...”

“I got it.”

“Or stressed...”

“ Yeah, I got it.”

“Don't think about Allison being in the stands...” Scott looked up slightly as he began to actually think about Allison being in the stands, against Stiles' instructions. “or that her father's trying to kill you... or that Derek's trying to kill you... or the girl he killed... or that you might kill (Y/N)...” Scott looked at him with an offended expression, but Stiles was on a roll and didn’t immediately notice. “if a Hunter doesn't kill you first-“ Stiles finally saw the hurt and angry look on Scott's face and instantly ended that train of thought. “I'm sorry. I'll stop. Good luck...?”

As the bleachers filled with people (Y/N) followed Melissa down the steps eyeing teenagers and parents so she didn’t step on anyone or anything. “you know you still haven’t told me what happened last night?” Melissa spoke dropping her body down on a seat, hugging her coat for warmth against the bitter cold. “not much to tell I got ditched.” (Y/N) sighed joining her. “he seemed so sweet too. He fixed my car, took me for coffee heck he even called me the night before to make sure we were still on. Who the fuck does that to someone.” (Y/N) took a deep breath as the teams rushed out onto the field. “sorry I’m ranting when we should be watching Scott.” Melissa looked towards the goth girl; her painted eyes full of sorrow. “don’t be silly. Your hurt. I mean from what you told me he seemed like a catch.” She smiled lightly remembering his charming grin and forest scent. “yeah well… I guess it was all bullshit.” As the whistle blew for game on the two women turned towards the field.

“Set!” the ref blew his whistle, and the players set off into the first play of the game, with Jackson easily scooping up the ball and making his way down the field. Scott and the rest of the starting teammates followed him to back him up. Scott ran quickly down the field and held up his stick to indicate to Jackson that he was open for a pass, but instead, he passed.

on the bench, Stiles continued to anxiously gnaw on his lacrosse glove as he watched the game progress, groaning when Scott was clearly purposely ignored by his teammates. “Mm, come on!” ignoring Scott once again, each teammate passed to another player that was guarded rather than Scott, who was wide open; the player missed the catch, and a member of the opposing team caught it instead and ran in the opposite direction down the field, leaving a frustrated Scott holding his arms out in a huff... melissa looked at her only child worried. “I hope he’s okay.” (Y/N) muttered.

Beacon Hills managed to get the ball again, with a player catching the ball and passing it back to Jackson. However, Jackson slipped from concentration causing the ball to fall out of the net on his lacrosse stick. Scott's eyes widen in surprise when he saw the ball had fallen onto the grass nearby, and he realized he had a chance to grab it and actually participate in the game finally. However, Jackson clocked onto Scott’s plan making a B-line for the ball.

Just as Scott was about to reach the ball, Jackson caught up with him and shoved him aside hard so that he was able to regain possession of the ball once again. Scott hit the ground with enough force that he rolled across the field. Melissa gasped and covered her mouth with her hands in shock and sympathy as (Y/N) carried on watching with annoyance. It was clear the other teammates were bullying him on the field. and there was nothing either her or Melissa could do. Scott looked furious as he watched Jackson launch the ball into the net, scoring the first goal of the game. His goal.

The crowd in the bleachers started to stand and cheer, while Stiles watched apprehensively, afraid that the unfair treatment towards Scott would cause him to inadvertently shift on the field. Coach, however, was thrilled by the fact that they scored the first goal of the game and screamed from the side-lines, completely ignoring his job as a teacher to stop bullying. So, no different than usual. “That's it, Jackson! Get fired up! Fired up!” Jackson high-fived one of his fellow teammates when he caught Scott's eye from downfield and smirked, leaving Scott looking deflated. On the bench, Stiles saw this exchange and sighed deeply and dramatically before muttering under his breath “No...”

Lydia was excitedly cheering in the bleachers, and Allison was smiling and trying to keep up with the game as well. Lydia turned to Allison and grabbed her by the wrist as she tried to hype up her friend. She picked up a sign she made and had her new friend help her hold it up. The sign read "WE LUV U JACKSON" in black and red letters. A typical popular girl is mad for her asshole boyfriend. “WOOOOOO!” Scott saw Allison cheering Jackson on from the field and immediately got jealous, which didn’t escape Stiles' eyes. Stiles grimaced and muttered under his breath again. “Brutal...” Scott was staring at Allison with a look that seemed both betrayed and hurt, and Stiles immediately got a bad feeling, especially when he saw Scott grit his growing teeth and ran back onto the field. “Oh, this is not gonna be good...”

In the middle of the field, Jackson, Danny, and several other players are huddled together to whisper to each other. “Only to me,” Jackson ordered puffing his chest out like the top dog he portrayed himself to be. Danny scoffed, not understanding the point of this petty behaviour. But who was he to question his captain? “But what if he's open?” Jackson gave Danny a hard look as Scott eavesdropped on his plotting. “Who's the captain? You, or me?” Danny, wanting Jackson to see sense, pleaded with his best friend. “Jackson, come on, dude. I just wanna win-“

“We will win.” Danny continued to argue, but Jackson cut him off. ”What did I say?” Jackson got into Danny's face to emphasize his point. “Huh? What. Did. I. Say?” Danny, realizing Jackson was not going to budge and that they were wasting time, finally conceded to Jackson's demands and sighed. “Don't pass to McCall.”

Jackson thumped Danny hard in the chest with his gloved hand before they scattered to their various positions on the field. Scott was still standing several yards away from where they were huddled together, distracted by what he had just heard. After a moment, Scott's eyes flash gold, and he straightened his helmet with a determined expression before running to get into position. Scott crouched in position with his head down, a low growling noise coming out of his drooling mouth, where his fangs seem to be extended. The referee frowned in concern and confusion as he looked over to Scott. “You okay, kid?”

Scott, unable to talk out of fear of further transforming, simply nodded his head. Jackson caught their brief encounter and watched him curiously for a long moment, especially when the referee, who had walked to the centre of the field, turned back to give Scott one last confused look. A player from the other team looked at Scott warily from behind him, clearly disturbed by the low growling sound that continued to come from Scott's throat to the point where he backed up several paces to put some space between them. “what’s wrong with Scott?” (Y/N) muttered noticing everything that he was doing. The panting the grunting, his hot breath pooling around his helmet like he was on fire. “I have no idea.” Stiles wrapped his hands around his neck before anxiously rubbing his neck, becoming more unsure of his plan to allow Scott to play by the moment and wondering if maybe Derek might have been right to keep Scott off the field. he didn’t like admitting that.

Scott looked back over once again at his brown-eyed girlfriend, and even though it was obvious to everyone else that Allison was only holding the sign for Lydia, Scott's eyes flashed gold for a brief second before he clenched his jaw and returned his attention to the game.

“Down! Set!”

The players all got into position, and when the ref blew the whistle, the game began once again. Scott skilfully dodged the three players from the opposing team who tried to tackle him, keeping hold of the ball the entire time. Scott continued to duck, weave, and spin around the other players at a speed that is very quick for a human but not obviously supernatural. In the stands, Allison's eyes widened when she saw him prepare to shoot his shot, and the crowd went wild when Scott easily threw the ball into the goal. Melissa and (Y/N) jumped up and down excitedly. “YEAH!!!!!”

“McCall! Pass. To. McCall!” the coach shouted. On the field, Jackson was furious and clenched his jaw tightly, making it obvious that he was unhappy with the attention being on Scott. The referee stepped up to the two players in the standoff for possession of the ball “Set!” The ref blew his whistle, and the two players’ stalemate once snatched it. Unfortunately for the player, he got right into Scott's line of sight and was horrified when he saw Scott, whose eyes are blazing yellow of sunlight and fangs were out as he growled menacingly under his breath. Scared, the player weakly tossed the ball, which Scott caught easily, causing the team to cheer as he ran toward the Beacon Hills team's goal.

Stiles, still on the bench, continued to gnaw on the finger of one of his gloved hands when Coach, dumbfounded by this turn of events, sat down next to the buzzcut teen with a confused expression. “Did the opposing team just deliberately pass us the ball?” the teacher asked shocked. “Yes, I believe so, Coach.” Scott rushed down the field, ducking to avoid the blows from the opposing players and deftly zigzagging out of their way. Coach smiled wryly, though Stiles was still extremely anxious about how Scott seemed to be walking a very fine line in terms of controlling his lycanthropy. His mother and co-worker looked beyond confused the once stuttering, accident-prone boy was now racing through the field like a cheetah in the savannah.

Scott took his shot, throwing the ball so hard that it busted right through the net of an opposing player's lacrosse stick net and hit the goal like a blazing comet. The score was now 5-5 with thirty-nine seconds to spare in the final quarter. In the stands, everyone was standing and cheering with their arms in the air, and even Allison’s emotionless father couldn’t help but be impressed, especially when he saw how excited Allison was compared to her old nervous mousy self. But something didn’t seem right about the boy hopelessly in love with his little girl. Or maybe there was something about him that interested the secret hunter. “Goal! YES! YES! There you go!”

Suddenly, Scott looked panicked as he stood in the middle of the field, barely concealing the fact that his eyes are changing from chocolate to honey. “There you go, McCall!” The coach from the opposing team came over and lightly smacked Coach Finstock's shoulder with the back of his hand to get his attention, making it clear that he thought to think this last goal should count. Coach Finstock, exasperated, scoffed and argued against him waving his arms around. “What? The ball's in the net.” He laughed. Behind him, Stiles echoed Coach Finstock's sentiment. “Ball's in the net!” The coach blew his whistle; they agreed that the goal was fair. Scott, still panicking, got into position in the middle of the field as the referee once again set up the standoff between Jackson and a player from the opposing team. “Down!”

As Jackson and the other player locked eyes, the opposing player couldn’t help but question him. ”hey, what the hell's up with your teammate, man? What's he on?” Jackson frowned clearly unhappy about Scott's excellent performance despite his best efforts to keep him from having an active role in the game. He knew he was being challenged by the team. Scott was becoming the top dog and Jackson defiantly didn’t like this new dynamic. “I don't know...” Jackson considered his words and muttered a clarifying remark under his breath. “Yet.”

“Set!” Jackson and the opposing player crouch down to stand off for possession of the ball, which ended with the latter winning and running down the field. However, he accidentally dropped the ball, which Scott scooped up before running the other way. However, his vision turned crimson as the transformation into his Werewolf self took over, forcing Scott to use the very limited control he still had to try to keep himself away from the other players. he froze in place, unsure of what to do next as he growled under his breath at a volume that seemed to be steadily increasing. Stiles, who had been closely watching Scott the entire game, stood up to get a better look. “No, no... Scott, no, no!”

The clock showed that there were seventeen more seconds left in the game, and the opposing players were surrounding Scott like prey. Melissa had her hands clasped with (Y/N)’s both women muttering hopes for the teen. “Come on, come on, come on...” Behind her, Allison was also staring at her boyfriend intensely as she quietly cheered him on. “You can do it, Scott. You can do it, Scott.” Allison's murmured encouragement caused Scott's sensitive superhuman hearing to lock in on her. “You can do it, Scott...” Allison's voice seemed to bring Scott back to himself enough to realize that there were only seven seconds left in the game and counting.

The goalie seemed terrified by the sight of Scott staring at him with his intense buttery eyes, and just as two other players from the other team started rushing toward Scott from each side, Scott twisted at the waist and put all of his strength into tossing the ball toward the goal, which flew with such force that the goalie dodged it rather than trying to catch it. The referee blew his whistle just as the buzzer sounded, leading all of the supporters of the Beacon Hills Cyclones to leap to their feet and cheer ecstatically, thrilled to see the final score was 6:5 with Beacon Hills winning the game. All because of animal rage. Stiles jumped up with his arms raised in the air, “Yes! Ha!” Stiles lowered his arms and sighed in relief that the game managed to end in a win without Scott hurting or killing anyone. Jackson would have been fine but anyone else would have been very bad for the energetic teen.

“Oh, my God!” Scott was still standing in the middle of the field, seemingly dumbstruck by the fact that he had just won the game. he's finally brought himself back to reality when he suddenly dropped his stick with a clang. He stripped his right hand from his glove to find that, despite his eyes and teeth returning to normal, his fingernails were extending into claws, indicating that he was losing control once again. Not wanting to expose his secret to the crowd, he made a beeline toward the locker rooms.

excited to congratulate Scott on a job well done, Allison jumped down from the bench. She looked around in an effort to find him, and her smile dimmed slightly in confusion when she watched him running toward the school. her father, having just made it to the side-lines, stopped and watched with interest as Scott ran away, continuing to do so as Allison rushed after Scott to see what was going on, a suspicious and curious expression forming on his face.

Stiles was still seated on the bench, albeit by himself, as he continued to relax now that the danger of Scott turning and exposing himself as a Werewolf had seemingly passed. Hopefully. However, behind him in the now-abandoned bleachers, the sheriff was on the phone with someone. “Uh-huh.” Melissa and (Y/N) looked around for Scott confused about his disappearance. The young goth girl clutched her picnic basket full of celebratory goodies with a sigh. “stiles!” she called gaining the attention of the boy. “where’s Scott?” stiles shrugged his shoulders turning back to his father as he finished his phone call.

“Dad, what's wrong?”

Melissa and (Y/N) wandered back towards the car park still confused as to where Scott had gone. “don’t worry Mel, I’m sure he’s just out hiding with his new girlfriend.” She joked nudging her friend to try and make her smile. “oh god. I wanted him to come home with a trophy, not a pregnant teenager.” With a bright red blush forming (Y/N) shoved the baked treats into the nurse’s arms as she laughed. “don’t be silly. He’s a good kid and you know it. I’m gonna head home for the night.” Melissa nodded her head taking a sniff of the pastries and cakes. “at least save one for Scott.” She shouted as she walked towards her car with a giggle. As she bent down to unlock her car, a figure watched her from the stand, feeling the sadness radiating off her heart.

Derek couldn’t have felt more guilty about what he had done. If he had just trusted the police to do their job, he would have had the girl of his dreams smiling and laughing with him. now all he had was a heartbroken girl who he knew would not want to hear or see him for now. But he would come back. He couldn’t let her go. To him, she was a rare jewel. A diamond among glass. Her dark-coloured clothing and makeup covered a rainbow of personality inside her. but it also shadowed secrets he wanted to unveil. He slowly turned his attention back to the field as the captain of the winning team bent down to grab Scott’s abandoned glove. Derek’s shadowy figure spooked Jackson locking eyes with a serious stare and a panicked one staring back. The beta male pulled away from the field following the night mist into the woods.

The drive back to her home seemed longer than normal as the local radio dragged on. The news of the lacrosse win switched quickly to the weather, (Y/N) turned it up excitedly. “the next few days we expect a heavy thunderstorm to blow over beacon hills we recommend people stay inside and out the open fields. Other than that, enjoy the lightning and have a good night and we’ll be back at 6 am tomorrow.” (Y/N) smiled brightly at the news. As much as she hated electricity. The lightning would be a great distraction, from the dark-haired man she thought was the one.

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