This is part of the new show Teen Wolf and before you ask yes Scott is still a wolf.

"Allison, I am going out, please cover for me, please," I begged my sister as she smiled and hugged me.

"As long as you're back before midnight, because Last time it was quiet hard to cover for you when dad wanted you to help him put the engine in your car three weeks ago," she looked at me and crossed her arms.

"What is up with that anyway, I have no clue why he wanted to work on my car at ten at night," I laughed as she looked at me with a smile.

"Richard, if you want to know things ask," she laughed as I rolled my eyes while I grabbed my keys off my desk and soon walked for the door. I started my car as Allison ran out of the house and toward my car.

"Yes?"

"Don't forget ten thirty dad will be home," she said as I waved not caring. I pulled out as fast as I could and drove down the street to the entrance to a preserve called the Beacon Hills Preserve. I heard rumors about this murder in the woods a few nights ago about some girl being dead in the woods with half her body missing. I got out of the car and made my way in. Being new here wanted me to have something to make me fit in so I didn't end up sitting alone like I did when we fist moved to San Francisco.

Silence filled the woods moonlight shining through the tree tops. Why was I so interested in a half naked ripped in half female body was beyond me, but I wasn't going to be the only Junior not to talk about it at my new school. "Scott, this will be the best discovery ever," I heard someone calling into the darkness as I hid behind the nearest trees.

The voices became dim and I finally went exploring and I wanted to get this over as soon as possible. I feared that my dad would jump out and catch me at any minute I had no clue why. I began walking up a hill and saw a strange figure I had no clue what it was. My heart told me to run but I tensed up and listened to my brain which was telling me to investigate. The black figure seemed to be moving closer to me. I picked up a log as the thing came toward me I panicked I had no clue what to do.

My eyes grew wide as I could make out what looked to be a wolf. I threw my log at it and heard it whimper and I started running. My out of tempo breath trying to catch up to its regular speed. I tried to think but my mind was so flooded with adrenaline I couldn't think a thing through. I could hear the wolf's panting behind me getting faster and louder and the next thing I knew I was laying on the floor from a force of an animal tackling me to the ground. I started to crawl away when a paw rested on my back. I turned over and looked in the beasts cold eyes.

"It's ok, I am not here to hurt you just look for something," I said as the creator began to growl. "Please, don't kill me," I pleaded as the creator looked at me and before I knew it had lunged at me and I rolled but I was too late it grabbed onto my arm I could feel it's teeth sinking into my skin as I screamed in pain I could see lights coming from over the hill getting closer. The wolf ran off and I stood up holding onto my arm as I could feel the warm blood beginning to surface.

"I heard something over here," a voice that sounded familiar called as I sat behind a tree. The pain in my bicep grew stronger and I felt sick and lightheaded with every breath I took. When I could no longer see lights I ran off toward the direction I parked making sure the wolf wasn't following me but every second felt like something was following me. I got to my car finally and climbed in quickly turning it on I flew from the scene. I started up the road as fast as could and I was going well over the speed limit but with every second I felt worse and worse. I looked at my arm and saw how my right sleeve was now covered in blood.

I looked up and noticed someone stumble into the street and I quickly reacted by driving around and continued I couldn't stop I needed to get back to my house. I pulled into the driveway and stumbled through the door my mom was asleep on the couch and I started crawling up the staircase. "Allison, Allison," I called out to my sister.

"What?" she groaned walking out of her room in her pajamas and a brush stuck in her hair. "Oh my God," she panicked and ran over to me and helped me up rushing me into the bathroom. "What happened to you?" she reprimanded me unbuttoning my shirt and ripping it off and began examining my arm. A perfect bite mark imprinted in the middle of my bicep. "Richard, what happened?" she asked pulling things from the medicine cabinet.

"I was in the woods and…"

"You went in the woods, you could have been killed are you stupid?"

"Allison, I am not stupid you have known me for how long?"

"Well you seem pretty stupid going into the woods at night. So what happened next?" she asked smiling sarcastically.

"As I was saying, I was walking in the woods when I saw something moving in the bushes, it was dark and creepy and the next thing I saw was this huge wolf ran to me and tackled me to the floor. I talked to it for a little and it finally lunged at me and I rolled out of the way but it got my ARM!" I screamed as she started cleaning the cut out with some kind of cleanser.

"Why not and wake up the entire town with your yelling?"

"I wouldn't have to yell if you didn't put that sh…" She stopped me by covering my mouth with her hand and we could here the front door opening our suspicion was our dad was home. Allison stuck the hand towel hanging up on the wall in my mouth and quickly rubbed the peroxide on my arm and then wrapped it up in a bandage. The pain of everything especially the peroxide had made my eyes begin to water.

"Why don't you take a shower it will get that bandage locked to your skin and get the excess blood of your side. I will hold off dad," she said turning my shower on. She walked out of the bathroom and closed the door and I heard her grunt a little. "Oh daddy, your home," she said as my eyes grew wide.

"You taking a shower?" he asked.

"No, Richard is," she responded as I quickly started undressing as I didn't like the sound of this conversation.

"Oh really he is?" he asked as I got in the cold water making me nearly jump. I heard the door open and I grabbed the shampoo and tried to not say anything about the pain screaming from my arm. "Richey, you in here?" he asked sounding not convinced.

"What dad?" I asked pulling the curtain back a little to see his surprised face.

"Oh you are taking a shower."

"Yeah, long day doing the lawn in the backyard," I nodded as he smiled being proud of me.

"I thought you were going to do that tomorrow?" he asked as I nodded.

"Oh I well I just wanted to get a head start. I started on the pots in the back," I said as he slowly closed the door and left. I wasn't lying I did actually start on the backyard but not a big enough job to show improvement. I got out of the shower and walked into my half made room. Boxes covered one wall to the ceiling I was halfway done and I was going to finish tomorrow after my first day of school. After I put on some shorts I went to bed and laid there in my bed thinking about how tomorrow would turn out.

A knock had come from my door and Allison stood in the door frame. "Come in," I smiled as she walked over.

"So tomorrow we go back to school a new year and a new place," she said looking a little frightened. I sat up and she sat next to me and hugged me her cold hands made my whole body shake. "Sorry," she smiled.

"Allison, listen, we are going to be fine tomorrow," I said trying to reassure her. Her smile told me she wanted to believe me, but her eyes said it all she was scared out of her mind. "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, it's this place, this town, everything, I just don't like any of it," she said hugging me again.

"Come on, this coming from the coolest person I know," she smiled and stood up.

"Now let's get you back to…"

"Can I sleep in here? Please, just one night I promise," she begged as I stood up. I walked to the other side of my bed and turned the lights on. Without answering her I pulled the second pillow out from under my top one and placed it on the other side of the bed. She smiled and jumped under the covers. "Good night," she whispered as I turned the light off and crawled in next to her.

"Uh-huh," I responded as she wrapped her arms around me. I closed my eyes and quickly went off to sleep.

The next morning my alarm was ringing and I went to shut it off but I couldn't find it. That was when I realized it was on the other side of my bed and I turned around and leaned over Allison who was still sleeping through the noise. "Allison, wake up," I said as she groaned and rolled away. "Come on, get up," I continued as I began poking her side to watch her swarm.

"Richard, stop it," she snapped slapping my hand.

"More? Ok," I laughed as I began tickling her and she began screaming and laughing. I admit it I was enjoying torturing my sister that is until she swung her arm and slammed me in my wound making it burn. "OK, we're done," I snapped getting out of bed as she looked upset. I walked into the bathroom and began to pull the bandage off and replace it with a new one. As I cleaned it with the peroxide I looked at it deeper. It was still raw and bleeding but not as bad as the night before.

I had nothing to fear I was going to go to school and get on with the day. I walked out of my bathroom and saw my sister had left and that was my time to change. I prepared for the day and soon I was ready and downstairs. "Well someone is strangely energetic this morning," my dad said shocked pouring a cup of coffee.

"Thanks, I guess," I said unsure of his words if he was sarcastic or not but I didn't care. I grabbed my bag and started packing.

"Drink this," my dad said hush toned and passed me a glass of coffee. I wasn't sure of what he was doing and why he was being so nice but I did what he said and took a sip of the hot liquid. I started coughing and gagging at the rancid taste.

"God, how old is this crap?" I asked as he chuckled. "You didn't?"

"Richard it was the only way to get you to take it," he said as I felt betrayed.

"You told me I didn't have to take that stuff anymore. The doctor said I was fine," I snapped as he started walking for the fridge. I walked over to the coffee maker and pulled out the bottle that rested behind the coffee maker. "Rylax, for the angry," I read the bottle aloud making me feel even worse by the second. "Dad, I am not sick, nor I am angry so why do you give me this crap," I barked throwing the bottle in the sink. He walked past me and pulled the bottle from the sink.

"For Ditone or high toned anger, rage, or outburst of wrath," he read aloud looking at me.

"I don't have outbursts of wrath, rage, or high toned anger," I said sarcastically forgetting about the last one.

"Yes, I know that."

"Then why did you sneak this in my coffee?"

"Because you do have Ditone, which I do recall is the part where if you start screaming you get angry faster and you get louder," he crossed his arms as I grabbed my bag and ran up stairs.

"Yeah, whatever."