The tea kettle was whistling, causing Leah Kane to push out of her chair and walk over to the stove. She flicked the kettle off and grabbed her mug, ripping open a tea bag and placing it in the mug. She hummed a mindless tune to herself as she poured the water out into the mug, only to stop when she heard something outside. It sounded like footsteps on her back porch. Leah looked out the kitchen window to see nothing but trees and darkness.

Right before she looked away, a figure flashed by, running across her porch. Leah jumped a bit, backing up from the window as she watched the figure go for the back door. She gripped the kettle a bit tighter and stepped closer to the door. Her dad was asleep before his shift later that night and her mom was at the station, so she knew it couldn't be them.

Leah reached out for the doorknob, ready to make the first move; her plan was to toss the kettle — hot water and all, onto the intruder. She had the kettle ready as she wrenched the door open, only to hear a scream. Leah screamed right back, flailing about, a bit of water flying out, before her neighbor's hand came clapping down on her mouth, stifling her yell.

Leah yanked his hand off her mouth, and glared at him, "Scott, what the hell?" She hissed out, staring at her neighbor, Scott McCall, "It's like midnight!"

"You weren't answering your phone!" Scott stomped his foot, raising his shoulders up. Leah gave him a look.

"My phone is upstairs, I am downstairs." Leah said, as if that was enough explanation. Scott scrunched up his features, not responding.

"Why do you have a tea kettle?" Scott asked after a moment, glancing down to her hand.

"I thought you were a robber or something!" Leah exclaimed, holding up the tea kettle. Scott's eyes went wide.

"A robber!?" Scott hissed, getting Leah to roll her eyes

"Scott! What is it!?"She stomped her foot, leaning her hand against the doorframe. Scott perked back up, remembering why he came over to Leah's.

"Stiles' dad just got a call about a body found in the woods."

"So?" She asked, moving her head around a bit. Scott's eager smile fell.

"Well, I mean, they only found half so Stiles and I were gonna go look for the other half and I was thinking you could come."

"Trek through the woods, in the dark, with you two, to find a dead body." Leah dryly stated.

"Half a dead body." Scott corrected her.

"Oh, well, in that case I'm all in!" Leah sarcastically said, raising a hand. Scott raised his hands up, clasping them in front of his face,

"Please, Leah." Scott begged.

"Just because Stiles dragged you out, doesn't mean you have to drag me out too." Leah waved the tea kettle in the air, "I am totally fine with binge watching some Friday Night Lights and then going to bed because, in case you forgot, lacrosse tryouts are tomorrow. And I specifically remember a certain someone saying they wanted to make first line…" Leah trailed off, raising an eyebrow as she looked pointedly at Scott. Scott rolled his head back and groaned.

"Ugh, you're right." Scott turned away from his neighbor, but Leah stopped him,

"Wait." Scott turned around, eyebrows raised, "I can't just let you go out into the woods with Stiles to find a body." Leah sighed.

"Actually it's half a—"

"Oh my God." She groaned out, stepping back from the door. "I'll be out in two minutes."

Leah closed the back door on Scott, walking over to put the kettle back on the stove. She dumped out her tea and turned back to the island to clean up her books and various items. Her gray cat, Webster, jumped up onto the island and looked at her expectantly.

"What?" She asked him, "Oh, come on. It's Scott and Stiles. It'd be worse if I didn't go with them." She closed her textbooks and picked them up in her arms, "Honestly, I'm keeping them safe. It's fine." Leah scratched behind his ears as she walked out of the kitchen.

Leah placed her books on the end table in the living room, grabbing her jacket from where it was on the back of the couch and shoved her feet into a pair of worn in running sneakers. Flipping her hood up, Leah quietly walked back through the kitchen, ready to meet Scott outside. She paused and grabbed a knife from the drawer, placing it safely in her bra, just in case. Leah quietly opened the back door and headed down the back porch steps, going around the house towards where she saw the idling Jeep. Her hands were stuffed into her pockets as she ambled up the passenger side door.

"Barbie." A familiar voice greeted Leah as she opened the door and climbed into the Jeep.

"Douchecanoe." Leah quipped back, glaring at Stiles Stilinski's reflection in the rearview mirror.

"Oh, nice one." Stiles squinted, making a face.

"Thank you." Leah slammed the door shut, rolling her eyes.

"Why is she here again?" Stiles asked, looking over to Scott.

"Because." Scott said as if that was enough of an answer. Stiles pursed his lips and jutted his chin forward.

"Okay then. Just remember, the bitchy blonde always dies first." He said, looking in the rearview mirror at Leah.

"And the sarcastic best friend turns out to be the killer." Leah shot back. Stiles winked at Leah, getting her to roll her eyes again, as Stiles put the Jeep in drive.

Leah sat back in her seat, looking out the window as Stiles drove towards the Preserve. Leah had lived in Beacon Hills all her life and had never met a bigger asshole, in her opinion, than Stiles. No, that was a lie. Jackson Whittemore was number one on her list, but Stiles was definitely number two.

What was her problem with Stiles Stilinski? There was no definite problem; Leah just hated him. Simply and purely hated him. Luckily for her, it was a mutual hate; Stiles hated Leah just as much as Leah hated him. The two of them grew up together since their parents both worked at the sheriff's station—Stiles' dad eventually was promoted to Sheriff while Leah's mom became his right hand woman.

Both were close with Scott McCall — Leah having grown up right next door to Scott, and she introduced the boys when they were in elementary school, wanting them all to be friends, but when Scott went to go live with his dad for a couple of months when they were all in middle school, Stiles and Leah began drifting away from each other. Once Scott came back to Beacon Hills, it was clear that both Stiles and Leah were not friendly in any way and Scott didn't know what had happened.

When high school started, Leah found herself being the third wheel to Scott and Stiles' friendship. She had to give Scott credit for trying to get Stiles and her to hang out, but Stiles and Leah were too alike, butting heads more often than not. Both of them had a mutual intolerance for each other, something that wasn't going away anytime soon. If Stiles and Leah wanted to hang out with Scott, chances were they had to hang out with each other too.

"Let's go find a body." Stiles said in a scary voice as he flicked his flashlight on, holding it under his chin. Leah rolled her eyes as she pushed out of the Jeep.

"You see this sign?" Leah said, going up to the chain where a sign proclaiming that it was the Beacon Hills Preserve. "Right here, it says, No Entry After Dark." Leah said, tapping her finger on each word. Stiles shoved by her, nimbly stepping over the chain and heading into the forest. Leah huffed as Scott followed behind him.

"Dude, why are we doing this?" Scott asked as Leah stepped over the chain, hurrying a bit to catch up with the boys. She could feel the cold metal of the knife against her skin and moved her hand up to adjust it so it wouldn't accidentally stab her.

"You're the one that's always bitchin' how nothing ever happens in this town." Stiles waved his flashlight around.

"Right, but I wanted to get a good night's sleep."

"Excuse me?" Leah all about cried out, "I thought you wanted to do this." She waved her hands around, motioning to the situation they were in.

"I mean, you're right, lacrosse tryouts are tomorrow and I want to be well-rested." Scott shrugged. Leah rolled her eyes, crossing her arms over her chest and letting out a grumble.

"Yeah, cause sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort." Stiles sighed as he wove through the trees. Scott and Leah were a few feet behind Stiles, walking next to each other.

"I'm making first line this season." Scott defended himself.

"You know, it's good to have a dream. Even a completely unrealistic one." Stiles quipped. Leah rolled her eyes at Stiles.

"Scott and I have been practicing almost every day over break, idiot. We have a pretty good chance."

"We?" Stiles let out a bark of a laugh, "Yeah, okay, you wouldn't last two minutes on the field."

"Oh, yeah?" Leah challenged, "Why? Cause I'm a girl?"

"Uh, yeah!" Stiles laughed again, "Sorry, Kane, but you aren't really, you know, the type to play lacrosse." Stiles put his hand on his hip as he stared at Leah. Leah crossed her arms over her chest and lifted her chin at him.

"I'll keep that in mind when I knock your ass to the ground." She smirked at him, "Oh, wait, you'll be on the bench the whole season."

"Right next to you." Stiles reached out and slapped Leah's arm with a grin.

"Don't touch me." Leah automatically said, pulling back.

"Quick question." Scott interrupted them, "So what happens if we find the body?" Stiles made a face before turning away, starting through the forest again.

"Huh, didn't think of that."

"And what half of the body are we looking for?" Scott asked as they followed behind Stiles.

"I have no clue."

"And what if whoever killed the person is still out here?" Scott asked.

"Didn't think of that either." Stiles answered as they came upon a hill.

"Glad to know you thought this through with your usual attention to detail." Scott sighed out.

"I know." Stiles laughed as he climbed up the hill. Leah tugged on a branch, pulling herself up to the top.

"I can see the headline now: Three Teens Dead Because of Town Idiot, Bright Futures Ended." Leah made a motion with her hand. Stiles slumped and turned around to look at her again, waving the flashlight at her.

"Seriously, Barbie, what are you even doing here? Don't bottle blondes hate nature?"

"A. I'm not a bottle blonde. B. I had nothing better to do." Leah held up her fingers as she ticked off her reasons.

"Don't you have to pet your cat?" Stiles asked, making a face.

"I mean, I already masturbated so…" Leah trailed off, shrugging. Stiles' face crinkled up.

"You're disgusting."

"Everyone does it." Leah said back.

"You see, this is why boys don't like you." Stiles waved the flashlight at Leah, "Because of this."

"Because of this?" Leah asked, moving her hands down her body, "Please." She scoffed, "Everyone likes this." Stiles opened his mouth to argue back, but Scott stopped him.

"Dude, we're out here to find a body, not to argue about whatever the hell you're arguing about."

Stiles and Leah shared a look before Stiles dramatically spun away and stomped off. Scott sighed and went after Stiles, Leah following behind. Stiles started to climb another hill and Leah could tell that Scott was getting winded.

"You know, maybe the severe asthmatic should be the one holding the flashlight." Scott huffed out as he leaned against a tree. Leah watched him take out his inhaler to take a puff, getting his breath back.

Rain had started to fall around them, making Leah tighten her hoodie against her chest, stomping her foot a bit as she looked around the forest. She felt the knife move against her again, so she reached into her shirt and pulled it out just as Stiles turned to say something, flashlight landing on the knife in Leah's hand.

"Woah! Woah! Woah, what the hell?" Stiles cried out, "Listen, Kane, we can find another way…" Leah looked at the knife before looking back at Stiles as he continued to ramble.

"Oh my God. Do you think—oh my God, you totally did!" Leah laughed, waving the knife around. Stiles was flinching a bit, "You afraid, Stiles? That I'm gonna cut you up Dexter style?" Leah made a face.

"Leah, stop." Scott said as Leah bounced on each foot in front of Stiles. Stiles swatted at Leah, avoiding the knife, and getting annoyed.

"Wanna play?" She asked, grinning.

"Uh, no not really." Stiles moved back a bit as she pretended to lung at him.

"Okay. Gimme that." Scott grabbed the knife from Leah's hand and tossed away, into the woods.

"Hey!" Leah cried out, glaring up at Scott.

"God, Leah, don't you know not to play with knives?" Stiles squinted at Leah.

"You just threw away our only protection." Leah ignored Stiles, eyes still on Scott.

"Well, we got these babies." Stiles whirled back around and flexed his arms. Leah burst out laughing.

"You're kidding, right?" Leah laughed out, "I mean, Webster is better protection than you!" Stiles made a face, repeating what she said in a higher voice under his breath, kicking at the ground. Scott closed his eyes, sighing at their antics before they continued walking through the woods.

Then Stiles dove forward, flattening himself to the ground. Leah wildly looked around before she felt his hand on her ankle, Stiles yanking her down next to him.

"What the hell—"

"Shut up." Stiles hissed out, flicking his flashlight off. Scott was on the ground on the other side of Stiles. Leah looked out into the forest to see a squad of people scanning the forest. There were dogs and flashlights.

"Come on." Stiles hissed out as he scrambled to his feet, sprinting away from them.

"Stiles!" Scott and Leah both said at the same time. Leah pushed herself to her feet, following after Stiles, cursing him under her breath.

"Stiles!" She whispered out, running in the same direction that he did.

Leah heard Scott call her name from behind her, so she glanced over her shoulder, not finding him anywhere. Suddenly, there were dogs barking and a girly scream coming from Stiles. Leah dove behind a tree, clapping a hand over her mouth as she stifled a giggle.

"Hang on. Hang on." It was Sheriff Stilinski. Oh, we are so screwed. Leah thought to herself, "This little delinquent belongs to me." Leah cringed as the rain started to soak through her hoodie.

"Dad." Leah heard Stiles casually greet his father.

"Son. Do you listen in on all of my calls?" The sheriff asked.

"No, heh. Not the boring ones." Stiles admitted.

"And where's your usual partner in crime?" Leah glanced around, trying to find Scott. She spotted him hiding behind the tree a few feet away from her. His eyes were wide as he motioned to her, but Leah couldn't make out what he wanted her to do.

"Who? Scott?" Stiles asked, "Scott's home. Said he wanted to get a good night's sleep for school." There was a pause before the sheriff's voice boomed across the forest,

"Scott! You out there?" Scott motioned with his head. Leah watched him closely as he motioned for her to go. Leah shook her head, not wanting to ditch her best friend.

"Go." Scott whispered out, loud enough for Leah to hear. Leah clenched her jaw before closing her eyes and stepping out. The hard light of the flashlight waved over her body and Leah opened one eye as the flashlight settled on her.

"Leah?" The sheriff asked as Leah stepped forward with her hands in the air.

"Hey, Sheriff." She said, blinking my eyes open as the flashlight fell away from her face.

"Leah!" Leah cringed at the sound of her mother's voice.

"Hey….Mom." Leah casually said, stuffing her hands in her pockets as Tara Kane stepped up next to the sheriff, shining her flashlight on Leah. Her hair was in a ponytail and she was dressed in her uniform, her baby bump protruding from underneath.

"What are you doing out here?" Tara questioned, stepping closer to Leah.

"Uh, stargazing?" Leah squinted an eye shut as she scratched behind her ear. Tara gave her a yeah right look as she wrapped her hand around the dog leash.

"Stiles, we're gonna walk you back to the Jeep, and we're gonna have a serious talk about invasion of privacy. Then you're gonna drive Leah home." The sheriff seriously said, waving the flashlight over Stiles and Leah.

"Stiles doesn't have to drive Leah home." Mom piped up, looking at Leah as she talked, "It's out of the way for him."

"No, he can do it. He took her out here, he's taking her home. He's gotta learn to take responsibilities for his actions." The sheriff pointed at Stiles, glaring at him.

"I highly doubt he just swung by and picked Leah up." Mom said, glancing at the sheriff. The sheriff sighed.

"How did you two get out here?" The sheriff asked, well aware of his son's feelings towards Leah Kane. Leah looked at Stiles, who motioned at her.

"It's all you." He said, putting his hands in his pockets.

"Uh, well, Scott didn't want to go and I saw Stiles so I just…called down and asked where he was going and then…." Leah shrugged, "Here we are." Tara fixed her with a look, not amused in any way.

"Let's go." The sheriff said, "Tara, keep going on the trail. I'll catch up." Tara nodded before looking back at Leah.

"We are going to have a serious talk when we get home, young lady." Tara pointed at Leah with the flashlight. Leah made a face, cringing, but nodding.

"Come on you two." The sheriff grabbed Stiles by the scruff of his neck and tugged him forward. Leah saluted her mom, who just shook her head and looked away.

As they walked back to the Jeep, Leah kept looking around the forest to see if Scott was around. She couldn't see much since Stiles and the sheriff had the flashlights, but she tried her best, feeling a knot begin to form in her stomach as it became clear that Scott was still out there and they weren't going back for him.

Leah leaned against the Jeep, trying not to listen as Stiles got reprimanded by his dad. She turned to look once or twice, only to see Stiles' rolling his head back and the sheriff's expression turning more and more stern.

"Now, you drop Leah off and go straight home." The sheriff sternly said in his no arguments voice. Leah looked back to see Stiles staring at her, looking annoyed.

"Fine." He managed through gritted teeth.

"Your mother will deal with you when she gets home." The sheriff pointed at Leah, reminding her that she wasn't off the hook. Leah raised her hands in the air and nodded.

"Understood."

The sheriff looked in between the two of them before sighing, relaxing a bit. "Get home, guys. Get some rest. You have school tomorrow."

Stiles and Leah both groaned at the same time and then looked at each other. Leah gave him the stink eye and pushed off the Jeep, opening up the passenger side door and climbing inside as Stiles got in the driver's seat. The Sheriff watched as Stiles started the car and reversed back, getting onto the main road.

Leah reached over to turn on the radio, only to have Stiles slap her hand away, "Don't touch my car." He said before shifting gears. Leah rolled her eyes as Stiles spun the wheel, heading towards home.

"Uh, where are we going?" She asked, looking behind her as they drove away from the Preserve.

"Did all the chemicals in the dye seep into your brain and make you stupid? I'm driving you home." Stiles said as if it were the most obvious thing. Leah glared at him.

"What about Scott?"

"What about Scott?" Stiles asked.

"Stiles! We can't leave him in the woods!" She cried out. "We have to go back!"

"No! No way, I'm not getting in another heap of trouble with my dad."

"Scott is my best friend, Stiles! We have to go back."

"No, he's my best friend!"

"Go back then!" She said through gritted teeth.

"Leah, stop arguing with me. I'm driving you home."

"He's out there, alone, in the woods where someone was just murdered and the killer could still be out there!" Leah cried out, smacking the dashboard. Stiles didn't answer. Leah pushed her chin out and glared at Stiles.

"Stiles, I swear to God, if he's dead, I'm gonna kill you."

"With what? Your skateboard?" Stiles rolled his eyes. Leah continued to glare at him as the Jeep slowed down. She looked to see that they were in front of her house. "Now, get out of my car." Leah rolled her eyes.

"Go fuck yourself." Leah seethed out as she shoved the door open.

"Can't perform that activity on my own." Stiles sang out.

"Use your hand." She glared at Stiles again before jumping out of the Jeep. Leah slammed the car door, crossing her arms over her chest as she walked up to her house.

"Go get your beauty sleep, Barbie. You're gonna need it." Stiles called out.

Leah spun around only to flip Stiles off. Stiles smirked at her before he drove off. Leah whirled around, stomping up to her house. She walked around the back to the back door, walking into the kitchen before locking it.

"Hey, kiddo." Leah froze at the sound of her dad's voice. She slowly turned to see her dad, Andrew Kane, lift his coffee cup at her in greeting.

Leah slumped against the door, defeated, "You don't have to yell at me. Mom already caught me." She grumbled. D laughed a bit, taking a sip of his coffee.

"Was that Stiles?" He asked.

"Unfortunately." She sighed, shoving off the door and walking over to the island. Leah leaned her elbows on the other side, resting her chin in her hands.

"Where'd you go to? The lookout?" Leah took in a startled breath, coughing a bit as her spit went down the wrong pipe. The lookout was known to be the place where couples went to make out late at night.

"Dad!" Leah gasped as she got her breathing back, "First off, no and second off, ew!" Leah made a face, "He's probably tried to suck his own dick with that mouth." Leah shivered as Drew grimaced.

"Thanks, Lele." Drew blew out a breath before taking the coffee back. "Thanks for that vivid picture."

"It's most likely true." Leah raised an eyebrow, thinking to herself.

"Bed, please, before your mother gets home." Leah nodded, standing up straight.

"Right." Leah walked over and kissed her dad's cheek, "Night, Dad." She said before walking by him.

"Night, Leah." He called back as she went for the stairs.

Leah climbed up the stairs, hand on the railing, other on her phone as she anxiously checked for any texts from Scott. There was nothing. Leah sent one to him, asking him to call her when he got home. She quietly cursed herself for not forcing Stiles to go back to the preserve. Briefly, she thought about heading back out to the Preserve and trying to find Scott.

Leah nudged her bedroom door open and took two steps before falling face first onto her bed, blowing out a breath. She felt her cat jump onto her bed, walking in small circles before settling down next to her. Leah laid there for a moment before rolling onto her back, staring up at her ceiling and counting the glow in the dark stars she and Stiles had stuck up there when they were kids — making their own constellations. For some reason, she had never took them down, even though they stopped glowing in the dark.

Looking at her phone again and seeing no new texts from Scott, Leah got up off of her bed and went over to her window, which faced Scott's room. She always kept it unlocked so he could come into her bedroom whenever he wanted to. There was a tree that the two used to climb over to each other's respective bedrooms, usually forgoing the use of the front door, unless the bedroom lights were off. Scott's bedroom lights were off and Leah folded herself on the window seat, staring at Scott's bedroom.

Scott rarely got into trouble and if he ever did, it was almost always Stiles and Leah's fault. Leah felt guilty for ditching him and a little angry at Stiles for making them ditch Scott. Stiles cared about himself and his dad and then Scott. Leah really only cared about Scott and then herself, so she felt guilty and thought that if anything happened to Scott, it would be her fault.

Taking in a breath, Leah pushed open her window, climbing out onto the tree that was outside of her room. She maneuvered her way down the tree, jumping off it when she was a few feet from the ground. Even though her skateboard was in the house, she still had a bike-she hadn't ridden it in forever, but it would get her where she needed to go. Leah rolled her bike out from the garage, glancing over her shoulder to make sure that her dad wasn't coming out of the house. She mounted the bike, pedaling off towards the Preserve.

The streetlights flashed above Leah as she pedaled, the wind was blowing her hair away from her face, but other than that, Beacon Hills was quiet. She had lived in the town her whole life and knew it was just another boring suburb with a scandal-the Hale fire, which no one ever talked about. Other than that, Leah thought it was a pretty dull town.

While she pedaled, Leah managed to check her phone, seeing that Scott still hadn't texted her. Leah took in a breath and shoved her phone back into her pocket. She had gotten to the Preserve entrance, where she ditched her bike, and climbed back over the chain link fence, ignoring the sign once again.

"Scott?" Leah called out, looking through the forest as she walked.

She didn't think this through at all; she had no weapon or flashlight with her. If the killer was still out in the woods, she was dead. But she needed to find Scott, so she trekked on. Leah tried to remember what path they took earlier in the night, but everything looked different to her. She walked straight, calling out Scott's name a few times, and trying not to get lost.

After what felt like a long time, but was probably only a few minutes, of searching, Leah decided to turn back. She looked at her phone as she walked, staring at her home screen which was void of any texts from her best friend. That's when she tripped over a fallen branch and went stumbling onto the ground, sliding her hands down on the ground to catch herself. She felt something cut her hand and let out a small gasp of pain. Shining her phone on her wound, Leah saw that it wasn't a deep cut, and was probably from one of the rocks on the ground. Leah grumbled to herself, pushing to her feet as she swiped her hand on her pants.

Leah kept walking, picking up her pace when she heard something snap from around her. She didn't know what could be out there-animal or human and she didn't want to find out. The rain started to pick up again as Leah hurried through the woods, eighty-eight percent sure of where she was going. She kept her head down, watching her step, only to run straight into someone.

Letting out a scream, Leah's head snapped up to face the girls she had run into, who was also screaming. Both girls were flailing a bit as they stared at each other with wide eyes, still screaming. Leah didn't stick around long enough to have a chat with the girl, sprinting away from her and into the woods.

Leah managed to run straight onto the empty road that ran next to the Preserve. Catching her breath, Leah spun around, trying to find if the girl had followed her out of the woods. When it was clear she was alone, Leah started to calm down a bit, regaining her breathing.

Ditching her bike, Leah walked home, checking over her shoulder for the girl. She didn't get a great look at the girl; everything happened within seconds. From what she remembered, the girl had long dark hair and was taller than Leah-but everyone was taller than her. The girl seemed just as frightened as Leah was, but Leah couldn't help but wonder why the girl was in the woods.

Once she got back to her house, Leah climbed back up the tree, stepping onto the window seat and re-entering her room. She closed the window and looked over to see that the lights were still off in Scott's room. Leah hadn't found him, nor had he texted her since she had left the Preserve.

"Scott's probably fine." She mumbled, trying to reassure herself.

A couple of minutes later, there was a knock on Leah's door, making her look over her shoulder, "Come in." Leah called out, stepping away from the window seat and climbing onto her bed as Tara walked in. Her mom was still in her uniform and Leah thanked a higher power for getting home mere minutes before her mom.

"What the hell, Leah?" She asked, hands on her hips.

"Can we please not do this?" Leah asked, curling up on her bed..

"No, we're doing this, Leah." Tara was serious as she walked over to Leah's bed, "What were you thinking?!"

"I obviously wasn't." Leah mumbled into her pillows,

"Obviously! Do you realize how dangerous that was?"

"It wasn't dangerous at all!" Leah cried out, lifting her head up. Tara arched an eyebrow, "Okay, maybe a little." Tara raised both eyebrows, "Or a lot. Okay, sorry!" Leah moved her hands around before shoving her head back into her pillow. Tara sighed, rubbing her temple before sitting down on the edge of Leah's bed.

"Why were you even out there?"

"Something to do? I don't know." Leah sighed, rolling onto her side so she could look at her mom, "This town is so boring. The half body thing was like the biggest thing to happen since the Hale fire." Tara pursed her lips and looked away from Leah at the mention of the Hale fire. There was a bit of silence before Tara spoke up,

"It was still dangerous. And you just showing up while we're trying to find a dead body, how does that make me look?"

"Mom." Leah propped her head up against her hand, "The sheriff's son was there. No one's looking at you." She scoffed, rolling her eyes. Tara didn't respond and Leah took in a breath, "I'm sorry. It was just…"

"Stiles." Tara finished. Leah made a face and nodded a bit, while Tara let out a sigh, "Seems to be your excuse a lot these days."

"Uhm, because everything is always his fault." Leah scoffed. Tara gave Leah a knowing smile as she got up from the bed.

"Okay…Go to bed, Lele. You've got a big day tomorrow."

"How parentally cliché of you." Leah said with a grin. Tara rolled her eyes and grabbed a pillow, smacking Leah with it.

"No more going out to the woods in the middle of the night. Got it?" Tara pointed at Leah and Leah nodded in response.

"Got it." Leah said as she grabbed the pillow from her mom. Tara gave Leah an amused smile before exiting the bedroom, closing the door behind her.

Leah rolled off of her bed, pushing to her feet and going over over to her window. Scott's light was still off. She let out a sigh and grabbed her phone from the window seat. Leah unlocked it and tapped on Stiles' contact name, hearing it ring.

The call went to Stiles' voicemail and Leah waited until the beep to open her mouth, "Listen up, Scott's still not home. Which means A. he's dead or B. he's dying. So if he's not at school tomorrow, I'm going to kill you….And I'll dream up a way to kill you because I'm too worried about my best friend being alive. So…be prepared. Bye."

Leah ended her call and tossed her phone on her bed, staring at it for a moment before she went over to her dresser. She quickly changed into a tee and a pair of shorts, tying her hair up into a bun. Flipping the lights off, Leah climbed into bed, hand skirting out to find her phone amongst the sheets and comforter. Once she found it, Leah unlocked it and tapped on Scott's name. It rang a couple times before going to voicemail.

"Scott? I hope to God you're okay. I'm so sorry we left you out there. It wasn't my fau…you know what…I'm just really sorry. I hope you're okay. Hopefully see you tomorrow."

Leah ended the call and plugged her phone in as Webster jumped up onto her bed. "He'll be okay, Webster." She said as he curled up into a ball at the foot of her bed, "He better be okay." Leah mumbled as she rolled over onto her side, staring into the darkness.