Charlotte Walker had known Stiles Stilinski and Scott McCall since she was young, the three had instantly clicked and been inseperable since. She had helped both of the boys through Scott's father leaving and Stiles' mother passing. But right now, as she was sat in the back of Stiles' old blue jeep, she was questioning why she ever befriended them.

"Are we seriously doing this?" she questioned, looking at the lanky buzz-cut male.

"Yeah, yeah! Of course we are."

"Do we really want to see a dead body?" she pushed, her eyebrow raising. They were currently on their way to the preserve around the back of town - which was definitely off limits at this time of night.

"An actual dead body?" Scott seemed to pale at that idea, as he looked at the brunette female sitting behind them.

"Well, half of one," Stiles added, his excitement showing as he drove them to their destination. His body was visibly bouncing, and Charlotte found herself daring to ask him about his Adderall.

The vehicle came to halt in front of the main entrance to the preserve, and the trio made their way out. Stiles held the flashlight, walking ahead of his two friends as he made an attempt to find the body. Scott had his arm wrapped around Charlotte's shoulders, as the younger female was shivering since they entered the forest. She had her jacket on, but it wasn't exactly thick and the temperature was a lot lower tonight than normal.

"We're seriously doing this?" Scott asked, as they walked, his hand tightening around Charlotte's shoulder.

"You're the one always bitching that nothing ever happens in this town."

Scott looked at Charlotte, his eyes wide with confusion. Charlotte laughed softly with a shrug, "He has a point."

"I was trying to get a good nights sleep before practice," Scott replied, a small frown set on his face as he dropped his head.

"Because sitting on the bench is such a grueling effort," Charlotte snorted, and Stiles grinned back at her.

"No, because I'm playing this year," Scott said, with a small amount of confidence in his voice. "In fact, I'm making first line."

Stiles and Charlotte stared at him for a moment, before breaking down into fits of laughter. Charlotte shook her head, pushing her hair back behind her ear, her eyebrows raising.

"Yeah, and I'll be head cheerleader for a change."

"Hey, that's the spirit," Stiles grinned, his arm reaching back to link with Charlotte's. "Everyone should have a dream, even a pathetically unrealistic one."

The trio continued to walk for a while, before Scott piped up with a question about their late night quest.

"Just out of curiousity, which half of the body are we looking for?"

Charlotte and Stiles paused their walking, as they shared a look. Charlotte folded her arms as she looked at him, her eyebrow arching as she did.

"You do know, right?"

"Well, uh... I didn't even think about that," Stiles admitted, as he ran his fingers through his hair and let out a low whistle.

"And, uh, what if whoever killed the body is still out here?"

Charlotte's eyes widened as she stared at the boys, it was not on her bucket list to die this young. Bungee-jumping and skydiving, yes. To die at 15, no.

"Also something I didn't think about," Stiles paused, before shrugging it off and beginning his trek.

"It's comforting to know you planned this with, you know, you're usual attention to detail," Charlotte rolled her eyes as she walked off ahead of them, her eyes looking around at the ground.

The trio walked a little further, and Scott made a small comment about how he should be holding the flashlight due to his asthma, and Charlotte was walking off away from them. In the distance, she heard dogs barking and a cop yelling, and she paused her movements to listen closer. Then the sheriff piped up, and she knew Scott and Stiles had been caught.

There goes my ride, she thought to herself as she tried to quietly make her way through the preserve. She switched on her phones flashlight, and the brunette watched where she placed each foot, being careful about holes and unexpected dangers.

There was sound of footsteps hitting the ground not far from where she was walking, and when Charlotte turned to look, she saw a herd of deer running through the forest. A small sigh of relief left her lips, as she continued her journey to the road. Then she heard the scream. It sounded familiar, but still so foreign at the same time. Her fingers fumbled with her phone, but as she heard the sound of running right behind her, she just dropped the device and ran. She sprinted.

Then she tripped over a tree root, and there was a sudden feeling off her side being ripped open. An inaudible gasp left her lips as her thin fingers grasped at the wound. It was just a cut, a long, thin cut that wouldn't end in her death. An easy patch job. But it did hurt. Charlotte writhered on the ground floor for a bit, before finally relaxing as she realised her attacker wasn't continuing his attack.

The brunette stood and she limped her way through to the road, where she had just narrowedly missed a car and then that's when she heard it.

The lone wolf howl.