Wyatt Tate

Wyatt was in the accident, but he was the one that survived. He didn't get out without scratches though and knowing what Malia is now Wyatt has noticed some changes in himself after almost being forced into the Icken House. He's never fully transformed into a coyote unlike Malia, but he's come close. His dad doesn't know about this at all and he'd like it to stay that way. His father has finally let him back into public school where he has met up with the Beacon Hills group.

Wyatt is tan like his sister, but has lighter hair and it is a dark dirty blond. Like the other men in Beacon Hills he is certainly considered good looking. He isn't too tall, but isn't short either.

Chapter 1

I was drowsy in my bed peeling my eyes open. I was in the middle of rubbing my eyes when I remembered that today was the day I got to go back to public school. I leaped out of bed, in nothing but my underwear, and grabbed clothes for today and got in the shower. I put on my grey V-neck and black jeans, grabbed my backpack and was ready to go. I got in my dad's car waiting outside and drove me to school.

"Now son, are you sure you wanna do this because you could always wait until-"

"Dad, believe when I say I'm ready okay." I told him. He had never really been the same ever since the accident. It was like I was still a baby and he was like some papa bear willing to kill anything that even looked at me the wrong way. I mean I understand that now after considering what happened.

"Are you sure?" he asked me again.

"I'm positive." I answered. He just sighed and looked at me for a minute. He gave me a hug and then pushed me away.

"Alright, go get to school." He wasn't looking at me. My dad was definitely tough and scary, but letting go of another child wasn't easy. I smiled because I knew he was trying to hide his emotional side.

"I'll see you after school. I promise." I told him as I hopped out of the truck.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll see you later." He told me as he waved his hand for me to go away. I closed the door and walked through the courtyard of people crisscrossing back and forth. I did notice some kid dressed in black practically running through like some imaginary thing right behind him was chasing him. I made it inside and to the front office. Unfortunately, that was only after everyone made it to class.

"Ah, Mr. Wyatt Tate. I'll show you to your class. I'm afraid you're a few minutes late and class has already started, but I'm sure you'll be fine." Great, my first day and I'm late. The principal must think I'm some slow loon because he talked to me like I was some five-year-old. He brought me to my first class, which was history with Mr. Yukimura.

"Class this is your new classmate Wyatt Tate. Sorry for the interruption." He gave me a pat on the shoulder and left me there. I just stood there like some weird crazy person, which I'm sure everyone thought I was. Maybe I wasn't ready to come back to public school.

"Wyatt, you may take a seat." He told me as if he were unsure if it was okay that he said that to me, like he were hurting me by saying it. And I was the weird one. Anyway, I snapped out of my daze and took a seat in the back behind the kid who was chased by his shadow. Another, but I'm still the crazy one. I took out my notebook and pen and was ready for whatever came. Luckily, the pressure was taken off of me by the teacher, "Morning everyone. My name is Mr. Yukimura I'll be taking over for your previous history teacher. Now me and my family moved here three weeks ago so I'm sure by now you've all met my daughter Kira. Or might not since she's never actually mentioned anyone from school or brought home a friend for that matter. Either way, there she is."

Everyone turned around and looked at her. She was actually pretty with nice black wavy hair and a cute little smile even if it was a nervous and embarrassed smile. Mr. Yukimura continued and said we'd be learning about America at the turn of the twenty-first century. I noticed the kid in the black again. He started to move back and was looking at the floor like something was about to jump out of it and attack him, but then he snapped out of it.

Next class I had art. I was good at art and I liked it. I loved going out and picking a spot in the woods where I would bring my sketchpad and just draw. Not many people were in my art class though. There was this real cute strawberry blonde in my class. We were painting today and I hate painting. I got an easel next to the redhead's friend. She was rather pretty too. I wasn't too close to them though. I wasn't one who supported ease dropping but when you have no friends and everyone is whispering and pointing at you then you don't care as much. Anyway, apparently the brunet had something happen to her, something rather drastic. I started painting and putting random lines on the paper not really paying attention with no idea of which way to turn. I was focused more on their conversation, but when I was finished I had drawn a place I'd like to go and draw every once in a while. It was a real big tree-stump. I hadn't gone in a while though because of some big fiasco that happened there. By the time class was over I had the basic outline and added some detail to it. I was rather proud of it. I had taken it and turned, but I bumped right into the strawberry blonde.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry!" I blurted out. She had gotten some paint on her, but not much.

"It's… it's fine. I knew I shouldn't have worn white today" She told me as I just stood there stuttering like some idiot, "Oh, your painting." She told me. I looked at it. It had gotten some black paint on it. Okay, it had black paint going right up the middle as if it were coming out of the stump.

"Yah know what," I started trying to be nice and not stupid, "I think I like it better this way."

"Really?" she asked me like she didn't believe me.

"Sure. It looks… cool." Nice save. Her friend butted in.

"Um, what is that?" she asked pointing at my painting.

"It's this big tree stump near here actually. I like to go there sometimes and draw. Why?" I asked back.

"Oh, no reason. I thought I saw it before." She told me, but she didn't stop looking at it.

"Anyway, I'm Lydia and this is Allison." She told me. Allison snapped out of her daze and gave me a small smile.

"I'm Wyatt." I told them.

"We know." Lydia responded. Allison nudged her as soon as she said that.

"No, it's fine. Thank you." I argued.

"For what?" Allison asked.

"Well you're the first people to actually talk to me because of," I looked around real quick and caught some stares, "… because of that." They didn't really know what to say.

"Um, if you want you could sit with us at lunch?" Allison asked. Lydia kind of gave her a look.

"I don't want to intrude." I told her.

"It's a lunch table, not the White House. I think you'll be fine." Lydia explained.

"All right then. I guess I'll see you all at lunch." I told them.

We left the class and I headed to my locker. I felt like some weird school tourist with my paper out telling me what was my locker and combination. I'd probably never use it, but just in case I'd like to know. Of course walking through high school hallways with a paper in front of your face isn't the best idea. I ended up walking into some people here and there. I even bumped into that weird kid, but this time this kid was holding his head and they ran into a classroom together. It wasn't long after that I found my locker. I tried to open it and it didn't work time and time again, but I didn't get angry. I know what would happen to me if I got angry. I'd be like Malia. I don't care how many times they say it was in my head I know what I saw and I know it can happen to me because it has, but I stopped myself before it got too far. I've held in my emotions for five years and I wasn't going to stop now.

I went to lunch, but not once did I see Allison or Lydia. I guess they weren't as nice as they seemed. Maybe they went home early? Yeah that's it. The rest of the day actually went by pretty fast. My dad picked me up from school.

"So how was your first day?" he asked me not too interested. He just watched the road.

"It was pretty good actually." I answered him.

"Well that's good." He told me.

"Thanks dad." I told him.

"For what?" he asked me.

"For always being there." I told him.

"Did something happen? You don't have to go back tomorrow." He got all hot-and-bothered.

"No really. Just thanks for picking me up." I recovered.

"Oh, no problem." He told me. The rest of the ride was silent, but short.

After my homework I headed outside even though it was getting dark and I tried to draw, but ended up with nothing. I heard a howl in the distance and wondered if it was Malia. I was called in for dinner and then went to sleep. The next day was the same routine.

Lunch came and Lydia and Allison called me over. Their table was pretty full, but I found a seat.

"Everybody this is Wyatt," they nodded or gave a little wave to me, "Wyatt this is Isaac, this is Stiles, and this is Scott." No way. They're friends with weird kid? I mean Scott. Anyway this is the time to move on and make friends.

"Hi" I told them.

"He's the one we told you about." Allison told them like I was someone to watch out for or something.

"Back to what we were talking about. What happens to someone who has a near death experience and comes out of it seeing things?" Scott asked. Okay, I see where this is going.

"Oh. I get it. I made a mistake." I picked up my stuff.

"No, I didn't mean-" but I just walked away. It wasn't long after that where Lydia caught up with me.

"Wyatt!" she yelled from behind. I stopped and turned to her.

"I'm not going to sit there and blatantly be made fun of." I told her.

"No. We didn't think an-"

"I know, not thinking is what lowlifes do." I told her.

"We are not lowlifes and will you just listen." I looked at her.

"Fine."

"I know what you just heard sounds a lot like we were making fun of you, but it's not. Sure you did have a near death experience and you came out of it with people saying you were crazy-"

"I know what happened to me."

"But here's something you don't know." She told me.

"And what is that?" I asked.

"I believe you." She told me.

"You're very funny. Now you're going to tell me that you had a sister that turned into a homicidal coyote too-"

"No I'm not. I did have a boyfriend who turned into a homicidal lizard-"

"That's it, I'm going!" I turned and started walking, but she jumped in front of me.

"Please, wait!"

"I never met someone so persistent as you, Lydia."

"I know and I'm sure you think that I'm annoying and mean and crazy, but would please just listen," I stopped and looked at her, "I know exactly how you feel. I didn't lose any family, but I hear things that nobody else hears. I've tried to tell them, but nobody ever really believes me. That is why, Wyatt Tate… that is why I believe you… because nobody believes me." She told me. I suddenly felt very bad and guilty for everything that I had just done. I felt this surge of emotion and I hugged her. She didn't hug back at first, but then she gave in. I let her go and looked at her.

"Thank you. Thank you again. I'm so sorry for everything." I told her.

"You don't have to be sorry. You just have to come join me and my friends at our table." She told me. I hesitated.

"Alright, I will, but if I hear something-"

"Then you will let me explain what it means to you. What you heard is not what it sounded like. I have a feeling that you won't believe the truth either, but-"

"Lydia, I will believe whatever you say because you believed me." She smiled at me.

"And if you want to make more friends… to have more people to have listen to you then you join a sport or something. Scott does track, you could try that." She told me.

"I guess. I have nothing else to do." I told her.

We were walking back to her table when we realized that lunch was over and we had to get to class. The rest of the day was sort of a blur. I just couldn't help, but think about Lydia. She had gone out of her way to make me know that she did believe me. Before the end of the day I had made it to the coach's office and asked to sign up for track. He welcomed me in that weird coach way of his and that was that. My dad picked me up like always.

"So did school get any better?" he asked me.

"You could say that." I answered.

"What do you mean by that?" he asked again.

"I mean that school is good and I like it." I told him.

"There is no way you can like school. It's only been your second day." He told me. It came out kind of rude, but that's how he was and I've gotten use to it.

"I just mean that school is going to be fine. It's going to work out for me." I told him.

"Did yah make any friends?" he asked.

"Yeah, I did." I answered him.

"Well look at that. Maybe they could come over sometime." He told me.

"Yeah, maybe." I finished. The rest of the ride was silent. I slowly went to sleep with a smile on my face and woke up with the same smile. I got ready and put on my glasses to remind me that I could still look normal and try not to see with coyote eyes. I heard someone come through the door and greet my dad. I came out to see Sheriff Stilinski.

"Hey there Wyatt, I heard you met my son Stiles." He told me. At first I didn't know who he was talking about, but then I remembered I had met him with Lydia.

"Oh yeah I did." I responded.

"You've really sprouted haven't you?" he asked.

"Not really, I'm not considered tall." I told him.

"Anyway," he turned to my dad, "I need to have a word with your father." My dad had just opened some box and was being his grumpy self. I was about turn and walk away, but my dad started talking.

"Been having a coyote problem," I heard him say, "The population is up around here, and they get into everything." He said as he pulled a small trap out of the box.

"Doesn't exactly look big enough to catch one." Sheriff told him and I agreed.

"That's a rat trap. You take away the coyote's source of food and they leave you alone, and these days, to be honest, I prefer to be left alone." My dad told him. That kind of hurt me, but at the same time I knew my dad and yes he was a loner… even from me.

"I understand. I just have a couple of questions and then I promise I'll leave." Sheriff told him. Suddenly I thought I heard someone come in through the back door and it distracted me from the conversation.

"It's possible that we may have found new evidence to your family's case." He told my dad. That caught my attention. It's been eight years and now they found something.

Then out of nowhere our dog, Apollo, started barking and barking. I couldn't focus anymore on the conversation.

"Apollo," my dad started, "Apollo shut up! Shut the hell up!" and then he stopped both my dad and Apollo. Then, I thought I heard someone… no two people. It was coming from Malia's old room. I started going to it, but then Sheriff Stilinsi saw me and started up again.

"Um ah, we think that it might have been murder." He stated. Murder? Someone killed them. I stopped dead in my tracks and turned around and saw down the hall the sheriff.

"Murder? I spent eight years thinkin' that it was some kind of accident and now you're telling me that it could be murder. Who the hell would want to murder my wife and girls, my family?" my dad said. I could hear it in his voice that he was starting to break down and get upset.

"That's… that's what I want to find out." Sheriff told him.

"I don't. I don't want to redefine this whole nightmare as some unsolved murder. Just leave me alone with some tragic accident because that is what I spent eight years getting use to is accident not murder." He finished.

"I, I… I apologize." The Sheriff told him.

"Just go!" My dad yelled. The sheriff left. My dad got angry and threw some stuff. That's when it hit me, the smell, the scent. I followed it to Malia's room and the door that was there. It was real strong there. It was something I had smelt before, briefly, but I had smelt it before.